Because You Are Mine Part IV: Because You Must Learn (4 page)

She cried out sharply when he tapped the slapper over the delicate, aroused tissues. He pressed harder with his hand, peeling back her buttocks and sex lips.

Pop.

Her knees buckled at the concise tap on her swollen clit. She suddenly understood the full value of the crop as a sex toy: small, precise,
lethal
—at least in Ian’s hand.

He hastily put his hand on her shoulder, steadying her as orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave. She keened, losing herself for several seconds, lost in the grip of an explosive climax. Distantly, she was aware that Ian held her against him as she quaked, one hip pressed against his body, the other held by his hand, his fingers moving busily between her legs, making her cry out sharply in sustained ecstasy.

Ian was now urging her with his hands, guiding her several feet, as the shudders waned.

“Bend over and put your forearms on the seat of the chair,” he said tautly from behind her. She dazedly leaned down over the wide, plush cushion of the Louis XV chair. She felt Ian moving behind her, his pants brushing her ass, then the tip of his erection. Fresh excitement pierced through her satiated befuddlement.

* * *

He had suspected she was going to kill him, but he hadn’t expected her to do it so precisely . . . so cruelly. He wildly sought and found a condom and rolled it on.

It would please me if you slapped me . . . between my thighs.

He’d almost had a heart attack when she’d said it. He’d been trying to tease her into begging him to slap her gorgeous nipples, which she’d clearly been enjoying as much as he had.

Then she’d opened her pink lips and said
that.
And he’d said he was punishing her for the sin of impulsivity. Who the fuck did he think he was kidding?

He put one hand on her hip, steadying her, and took his cock in his hand.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard,” he said, staring down at the erotic contrast of her reddened bottom and her pale back and white thighs. “I won’t wait for you to come, lovely. You’ve done this to me, and you have to accept the consequences.”

He used his hand to peel back an ass cheek and open her vagina, pushing the head of his cock into her tiny slit. He felt himself stretching her. Her heat penetrated the condom. He grasped her hips to steady her as he thrust into her to his balls, but she jolted forward nevertheless. Her hands scrambled to find a hold. He waited until she’d grabbed the wooden sides of the back of the chair, his mouth twisted in a grimace of restraint.

He began to fuck her, drawing his cock back until only the head was submerged, and then driving back into her until their skin smacked together and a little cry popped out of her throat. His world narrowed down to the vision of her naked, submissive beauty, the sharp, nearly unbearable friction of her squeezing, hot channel taunting him, milking him . . . killing him.

Through the haze of his rabid need, he became aware that his powerful thrusts into her soft, warm body were causing the chair to hop and scoot slightly on the Oriental carpet. It wasn’t Francesca’s fault—he was completely to blame—but he growled like a deprived animal anyway.

“Stay right there,” he grated out, lifting her hips more firmly in his grasp and serving her pussy to his raging cock, slapping her ass against his pelvis and thighs, too far gone to care if he was making her spanked bottom burn in discomfort. God, it felt so good. He slammed her against his pelvis, his cock jerking viciously at her farthest reaches.

His roar of release scored his throat as orgasm tore through him.

* * *

Francesca just lay there with her hot cheek pressed against the soft fabric of the chair, her mouth gaping open in wonder at the sensation of him coming inside her. All that power, rocketing into her, detonating inside her. She thought she’d remember the first time she felt Ian succumbing to pleasure while harbored deep inside her body for the rest of her life.

His grunt sounded like it tore at his throat. It felt like something vital was being ripped out of her when he withdrew abruptly.

“Francesca,” he said at the same moment he lifted her into a standing position, her back against his front, and turned her toward the couch. They walked—staggered more like it—their bodies not breaking contact while they walked the short distance to the sofa. Ian fell onto the cushions, bringing her with him. He lay on his left hip, her back pressed against his tie and the buttons of his dress shirt. His warm, sticky, still-formidable cock pressed against her lower spine.

They both just panted and gasped for a minute. She became transfixed by the sensation of his warm breath striking her neck and shoulder.

“Ian?” she asked after his breath had grown more even and he began to languorously stroke her waist and hip.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice low and rough.

“Are you really angry with me?”

“No. Not anymore.”

“But you were before?” she persisted.

“Yes.”

She twisted her chin. His face looked subdued as he watched his hand moving up and down the naked side of her body.

“I don’t understand. Why?”

His hand faltered and his mouth went tight.

“Please tell me,” she whispered.

“My mother used to run away occasionally when I was a child,” he said.

“Run away?” she asked slowly. “Why? Where did she run to?”

He shrugged. “God knows. I’d find her different places—staggering down a country road, trying to feed leaves to a panicked puppy, bathing naked in an ice-cold river . . .”

A shiver of horror went through her as she studied his impassive face.

“She was mentally ill?” she asked, recalling what Mrs. Hanson had told her.

“Schizophrenic,” he said, lifting his hand from her hip and brushing back his short bangs off his forehead. “Disorganized type. Although she could be quite paranoid at times, as well.”

“And was she . . . was she like that all the time?” Francesca asked through a throat that had gone tight.

His blue eyes flickered over her face. She quickly hid her concern, intuiting he’d take it for pity. “No. She wasn’t. Sometimes, she was the sweetest, kindest, most loving mother in the world.”

“Ian,” she called softly when he began to sit up. She sensed his withdraw and hated knowing she’d caused it.

“It’s all right,” he said, swinging his long legs onto the floor, his profile to her. “Maybe it’ll help you understand better why I really would prefer that you don’t disappear like that.”

“I’ll be sure and leave a note or call if something similar happens in the future, but I have to make my own choices,” she said, studying him nervously. She would
not
promise to always be waiting around for him in order to help him manage his anxiety.

His head swung around. She sensed his irritation. Was he going to tell her that she damn well better do what he demanded, or their arrangement would come to a halt? “I would prefer that you just sat tight if a similar situation arises,” he said.

“I know. I heard you,” she said softly. She sat up and brushed her mouth against his hard jaw. “And I’ll keep your preferences in mind before I make my own choice.”

He closed his eyes briefly, as if gathering himself. Would she never cease to annoy him?

“Why don’t you get cleaned up and we’ll go out for a spell,” he said stiffly as he stood and started out of the room, presumably to go to the other suite and clean up. Relief swept through her when she realized he wasn’t going to fly her back to Chicago this instant for not doing precisely what he wanted, when he wanted it. Admittedly, so did a tad of triumph.

“You’re not going to try and teach me anymore . . . try to convince me it’s your way or the highway?” she asked, unable to keep a smile from pulling at the corners of her mouth.

He glanced over his shoulder. She saw the flash in his blue eyes that reminded her of heat lightning—like a storm brewing and mounting in the distance. Her smile faded.

When
would
she learn to keep her big mouth shut?

“The day isn’t over yet, Francesca,” he said, his voice a low, caressing menace, before he turned and walked out of the room.

Read more of Francesca and Ian’s red-hot romance in
Part V of BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE

BECAUSE I SAID SO

Available from Headline on 28 August 2012