Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I bend my mouth to her nipple and draw it between my lips, suckling until her mouth parts, and she gasps, while I stroke and fondle her.
“Oh, God,” she pants. I grin, working her faster, until she’s right on the edge. Her eyes roll back in her head and she’s right on the cusp of release when I take my hand away.
She mewls and pants, pushing her torso up for pressure, but I shake my head.
“Do you really think I’d reward you so easily?” I say to her, shaking my head. “After what you did? You’re a naughty little kitten, aren’t you?”
She pushes her wrists against my hands and glares at me, but I shake my head like a stern professor giving a lecture.
“Now, then, Sheena. Behave yourself and give me answers, and I might grant you pleasure. But you see, doll, I don’t take too kindly to being manipulated or used, so no reward until you’ve been suitably punished, see?”
“Fuck you,” she says, glaring at me.
“Ah, now, we’ll have none of that.” I roll her to her side and give her arse a good, hard slap. “Now, you’ll do as you’re told or suffer the consequences.”
“Fuck you,” she repeats.
Twice now I’ve spanked her with my belt, and it hasn’t made an ounce of goddamn difference. But I have many tools at my disposal, and giving her a spanking is only one of them.
“I’ve told you to watch that smart mouth of yours, or I’ll punish you. But maybe that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”
I don’t think she’s really angry. I think she’s playing a part, rehearsing a script of hers she prepared. It’s how she always behaves, her automatic response. She thinks I expect her to behave this way, so she’s giving me what she feels she should.
But I won’t get the answers I need playing games. Not her game, anyway.
She gives me a coy smile. “Oh, no,” she says with mock surprise. “A spanking? No, sir. I hate the thought of going over daddy’s lap.”
Heat flares in my belly at her words, her tone, the seductive cut of her eyes. I hold her gaze, bring my hand back, and slap it against her arse again. Her mouth drops open and her eyes grow heated with arousal.
“You think I’m playing, Sheena?” I ask, holding her gaze.
She grins at me and doesn’t answer.
I hold her gaze, bring my hand back, and give her another firm, unyielding slap that makes her hiss in breath.
She’s the one playing, and this is a game she’s going to lose.
“I told you to strip,” I say, shaking my head with mock regret. I’m not at all upset about having to take her clothes off. Hell, I’ve been dying to do just this. “And you disobeyed me.”
I grasp the edge of her dress and lift it up. She wriggles and squirms to stop me, but her efforts are laughably futile. I’m above her, twice her size and weight, and she’s pinned belly-down on the bed.
But when I lift her dress as far as her lower back, I see why she protested.
Cold, hard metal hits my palm. Her mobile’s so small and well-secured, and I’m not sure how I missed it when I touched her before. She’s got it taped securely against her inner thigh.
I shake my head. This can only mean one thing.
She planned on being taken tonight.
She hid this as a precaution, not something a girl heading to the club would normally do.
“Very clever, lass,” I tell her. “And yet, so stupid.”
She flinches at my words, and this time I’m not sure she’s playing.
I could take this and destroy it, but something tells me that would be a mistake. She could have contacts on this phone, evidence we could use. And if I give her a little slack and find out who she’s in touch with, I could piece information together.
This could come in very useful.
“Give that to me!” Her words are strangled and laced with panic. Now this is a side of Sheena I haven’t seen yet. She isn’t play-acting.
“Not a chance, doll,” I say, sliding it in my pocket and easily arranging her limbs again as I continue to strip her.
Now she’s fighting me in earnest, wriggling like an over-excited puppy, as I tear her dress off. It nearly shreds in my hands, thread and fabric giving way to her perfect naked skin. I ignore her protests and pull it over her head, through her arms, undressing her until she’s totally naked.
I’ve seen Sheena naked once before, but the circumstances were wildly different. At the time, she was every bit a victim, stripped by the men who wanted to hurt her, tied up, her most private parts exposed for all to see.
I rescued her that night. Against my better judgment, I rescued her, but it wasn’t even a conscious choice. We came in the room to fight for Aileen, Cormac’s wife who was abducted and abused. But Sheena was taken, too. When I saw her, I acted on instinct. I grabbed the nearest blanket, threw it over her naked body, and unfastened the bonds that held her.