Part 37 (1/2)
”So you wouldn't ruin his fun, would you?”
”No. No!”
He turned up the intensity.
”Sir. Oh, Sir!”
”Rub yourself on the bed, Lara, like a needy captive.”
As she moved, he turned it up again.
”What are you going to do now?”
She cried out, and the sound was garbled.
”Tell me what you want.” He smacked her, right beneath the swell of her a.s.s. The cracking sound rent the air.
”Sir! I need to come.”
”Like a good little captive?”
”Yes, Sir.”
”You want to please your master?”
He saw her body go rigid.
”Ask.”
”Please. Please, Sir. If it pleases you, I'd like to come.”
”What pleases me is to watch you suffer.”
”Oh, G.o.d. Oh, G.o.d!”
”Count backward for me. From ten to one. Do not dare come before you get to one.” His c.o.c.k tented his pants. He was throbbing, almost in time to her wiggles and cries. d.a.m.n, she was everything he'd ever wanted.
”Eight.”
”Hold it off or I'll make you give me five more. I don't care how much you cry and beg, captive.”
His harsh words made her shout out.
”Five.”
”Hold back that o.r.g.a.s.m, my dirty princess.”
She started to gulp huge sobs.
”Four.”
Relentlessly, he turned the vibration up full force.
”Th...ree.” She choked.
”Wait.”
”Two.” She locked her knees.
He reached over and pinched her c.l.i.t.
Lara screeched and clamped her thighs, coming against his hand, helplessly fisting the sheets.
”Beautiful, beautiful,” he soothed as he shut off the vigorous bullet.
She gave another few involuntary jerks as aftershocks claimed her.
He stroked her back even as he released her wrists. ”So, so pleasing.” He talked to her, touched her and sat next to her until she let go of her powerful grip on the bedclothes. ”In future, I may just keep you tied to my bed.”
”That's what happens to captives,” she said softly as she turned her head to him. ”At least in my fantasies.”
He left her only long enough to dampen a washcloth then he rejoined her to bathe her heated skin.
”Thank you for that,” she said. ”But now, when I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e, the sound of your voice will fill my head. And the way you spanked me...” She closed her eyes for a moment. ”That was more than I could have ever hoped for.”
”Maybe you thought I was joking about tying you to the bed and keeping you as my captive?”
She opened her eyes again, letting him see into her darkest secrets. ”Maybe you thought I was joking that I'd let you.”
Chapter Eleven.
”This is called a coup, Lara Marie.” Pernell picked up a pencil, snapped it in half and threw both of the pieces against the wall. ”A G.o.dd.a.m.n betrayal.”
Lara took a deep breath but forced herself not to wince. Despite her father's brutal words, she didn't relent. Instead of arguing with his statements, she said, ”I'm sorry you see it that way.”
All day, she'd dreaded this meeting. Obviously having known that, Connor had called a couple of times to offer support and to help her refocus on other business matters. For the first time in the last few years, she'd felt as if she weren't so alone.
”I have a right to run my company in the manner I see fit,” Pernell said.
”As long as you're executing your fiduciary duty,” she countered.
”Which I am.”
”I disagree.” Though he hadn't responded to her repeated messages, she knew through her mother that he'd been busy talking to board members last night.
When she'd knocked on his door at four o'clock, she had been surprised when he'd answered.