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He gently placed a hand on the middle of her back and caressed his palm down to her bare bottom. “Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, a slight quiver in her voice. “Am I supposed to be?”
He chuckled lightly at her doubtful tone. “While you’re restrained to the bench, yes,” he affirmed, leaving her a moment to retrieve the items he’d left on the nearby table. “It’s whathappenswhile you’re secured to the bench that’s going to be uncomfortable.”
He deliberately walked around her, letting her see the leather paddle he held in his hands before he stopped by her right hip, then slid the flat surface over the curve of her ass in a placid, teasing caress.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, turning her head to look back at him and biting her lush lower lip.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he said, and tapped the long strip of firm leather against the back of her thigh. “And in the process, I’m going to make your skin burn and your pussy ache. I’m going to make you so needy that you’re going to beg me to let you come.”
“What... what kind of lesson?” she asked, arousal already suffusing her voice and flushing her face.
“A lesson about keeping your decision to come back to The Players Club a secret from me.” He smacked her ass with the paddle,hard, and judging by the sharp sound it made as it connected with her bottom, he knew the strike had to have stung her tender flesh.
A shocked gasp ripped from her throat, and her arms and legs jerked against her restraints, but they remained secure. “It wasn’t a secret!”
“You should have told me.” He added two more firm swats for her sass, pinkening her backside and making her moan, long and low.
“I don’t need your permission to come here to the club,” she said stubbornly.
“Wrong answer, sweetheart.” He gave her another three slaps to chastise her for her defiance, her breathing escalating with each erotic blow. “If you need someone to fill your pussy, you’ll come to me, not some other random guy, do you understand?” He followed that up with another sharp smack against her sensitive thighs.
She squirmed and sobbed, and it was a sound of arousal, not distress. “You don’t own me.”
That earned her two more swats that had her arching her back and tossing her head against the sensual pain he knew he was inflicting. “I don’t want to own you.” Despite Declan being gone, Rick knew and accepted that his stepbrother was who she belonged to. Probably always would. “I want to fulfill your desires. And if you need a cock, mine will serve your needs.” He might not ever have Summer’s heart, but he wouldn’t give her over to another man easily. The only one he’d ever willingly surrender her to was Declan.
Her ass was a bright pink and bound to be sore tomorrow, and when he stroked his hand over her bottom, her skin was fever-hot to the touch. His fingers followed the crease in between her spread legs, affirming that her pussy was drenched for him, from the multiple spankings. He rubbed her swollen clit, and she moaned and tried to push back against his hand.
“Rick...please,” she begged, her words filled with desperation.
He smiled to himself as he pushed two fingers deep inside her channel, his cock throbbing with the thought of being buried there and surrounded by her wet heat. “Please,what, sweetheart?”
“Please let me come.” The plea was genuine, as was her body’s need for release, and he knew it was about to get a whole lot more intense.
Despite her whimper of protest, he moved away from Summer for a moment to remove his boxer briefs, put on a condom, and retrieve the toy that was going to give her more orgasms than she could handle. He situated himself behind her, and with the head of his shaft lined up against her opening, he pushed all the way inside her in one ruthless, demanding thrust, groaning as her body tightened around his cock.
Unable to move, she made a frustrated mewling sound. Knowing exactly what she needed, he laid his body over hers from behind and reached one hand around to place the stimulator right over her clitoris. As soon as he flipped the switch on, the toy began vibrating while the little suction device latched on to that taut bud of flesh, creating a pressure and friction that was equivalent to a mouth pulling voraciously on her clit.
He’d just begun moving inside Summer from behind when she started to shake and quiver and cry out as the first orgasm crashed through her. He barely gave her time to catch her breath before he was driving her toward another climax with the pulsating toy. Gritting his teeth against his own release, Rick slid his free hand beneath her chin and tipped her head back so he could look into her eyes and watch her face as she came a second time.
This time she screamed as she convulsed around his dick, and with her body his to command, he ruthlessly pushed her toward a third that had her eyes rolling back in her head and, he suspected, with subspace one more orgasm away.
“No more,” she panted, her eyes hazing over. Ecstasy suffused her features, her body soft and lax beneath his.
“Not your decision to make,” he rasped against her cheek and mercilessly pressed the vibrating, pulsing device tighter to her clit while he began fucking her in deep, hard, driving strokes. “One more time, sweetheart.” He wanted her wrung out and utterly sated.
He didn’t give her a choice but to obey, and her next climax was so intense, so enormous, she screamed until her voice went hoarse. He gritted his teeth as those rippling sensations gripped his cock, milking him in hard, long pulses that burst the dam of his own self-control and sent him right over the edge with her. He shouted, shuddered, and buried himself as deep as he could get inside the tight grasp of her body.
Pleasure seared in his gut, the heat so combustive it burned him up with brutal satisfaction as he emptied himself inside her... making Summer his, at least for this one night.
Chapter Thirteen
Summer placed herfavorite paperbacks into a box, along with the very few mementos she had from her grandmother. She picked up a picture frame and smiled at the selfie she’d taken of Mimi and herself one day when they’d spent the afternoon at the beach together, just a few months before she passed away.
Melancholy trickled through her as she continued to pack up her things, trying to spend her Sunday afternoon being productive, at least, so she’d be ready to move when she found a place. There were boxes strewn around the studio apartment, some still open and a few taped shut and marked with their contents. Overall, she didn’t have a whole lot, but it still took time to get everything loaded up.
Her stomach growled, and realizing it was way past lunchtime, she took a break and made herself a plate of meat, cheese, and fruit to snack on. She sat down on one of the hardwood chairs at her small table, then immediately popped right back up with a groan, forgetting how incredibly tender and sore her bottom still was from Rick’s punishment last night. So, she took her plate to her Murphy bed and sat on the mattress instead, which offered a bit more cushion.
