Crime & Punishment 2: Master Delacroix (28 page)

“Such a pretty little submissive,” he murmured close to her ear.

He trailed the sharp edge of the knife along her skin, very lightly, being careful not to actually cut her. The hitch in her breathing made him grin and his balls tighten. He followed the rise of her ass before setting the knife aside out of her line of vision and pulling a much duller and smaller one from his pocket. Pointing the tip against her hip, he pressed in and ran it over the cheek of her ass.

Connelly gasped.

A red mark appeared against her skin, but no blood. He would never break the skin, but she didn’t need to know that right now.

“Behave yourself and be honest with me, pet, or I go deeper next time.”

She swallowed. “Yes, Master.”

There was a quiver of nervousness to her voice that sent his desire screaming to the surface. He replaced the piece of plastic in his pocket and reached for the flogger.

He slid his left hand between her legs and cupped her already incredibly wet pussy. Her lips were slick with her cream, and he used the tip of his fingers to spread it.

“Are you ready for your punishment, sub?” he asked. “It feels as though you are.”

“Yes, Master,” she sighed, working her pussy along with his hand.

“Good.”

He removed his hand, ignoring her groan of aggravation, and climbed back off the bed. He stood at the foot and swung wide, hitting the side of her hip lightly with the flogger. Connelly gasped and arched her back. Nathan turned his arm and with a backhand motion, he hit the other hip. This time, she moaned and pushed her hips out, silently begging for more.

He worked up and down both sides, lightly flogging her skin and leaving pink marks all over her sides and hips. Connelly was panting now, her body shifting to meet each swipe of the leather. He could watch her do this all day, but he wanted her to talk to him. Tell him her fears so they could get this all out in the open and hopefully work past it.

To do that, he would need to turn things up.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Connelly could hardly breathe. Every flick of the leather against her skin sent her body to the edge of blissful pain. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, but she wanted more. She wanted it harder.

As though reading her mind, Nathan hit her much harder this time around her waist. She squeaked in pain, but it soon morphed into a warm pleasure that had her purring. God, this felt so…incredible.

“Why did you leave, Connelly?” he asked.

“I was afraid,” she replied without thinking.

He swatted her again, and she moaned as a burning sting traveled up her spine.

“Of what?”

“Of losing you.”

There was a pause; then he continued. The leather straps of the flogger wrapped around her upper thigh. She could feel herself getting wetter. Her pussy clenched and unclenched with each swipe against her flesh. She wanted him. Now.

Nathan, please.

“You weren’t afraid for yourself?” he asked as his slaps slowed, became softer.

“No.”

“Tell me, pet.”

“I was afraid someone else would show up from your past and kill you.” She gasped and moaned. “Nathan.”

“Do not come, Connelly,” he commanded in a rough tone.

He stopped, and she drew in several shallow breaths to try and calm herself down. She was so close. How was this punishment? Other than the not being allowed to come?

She felt the bed sink and tried to glance over her shoulder, but his tone made her stop. “Face frontward, sub. Do not turn around.”

She quickly turned her face back to the wall and braced her hands against the headboard. He touched the top of her spine with the tip of his finger and slowly slid it downward.

“You realize I probably have a better chance of dying in a car crash?” he murmured before pushing his hand between her legs and lightly stroking his fingers through her cream-coated labia.

“I don’t like to think of you dying at all,” she whispered, then bit her lip as his fingers did a sexy figure eight between her opening and clit.

“We’re both going to die at some point, pet. That’s life.”

“I know,” she moaned as she pressed her hips backward.

Nathan slapped her hip. She gasped and then immediately straightened back up.

“I didn’t stop you because I was afraid too. I was afraid that you would be killed because of something I did or because someone from my past wanted revenge.”

He circled her clit but didn’t touch it. Connelly’s whole body tensed in strangling need. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she would scream.

“Do you know what I realized?” he whispered.

“No.”

“That life’s too short for fear.” He buried his free hand in her hair at the base of her neck and pulled harshly, jerking her head back. In a low, menacing voice, he growled in her ear. “That you’re mine, and I’m not about to let you run off like some scared little rabbit.”

Connelly’s heart soared. “Yes,” she hissed.

“You’re going to promise, sub, that from here on out you will always talk to me about your fears.”

She licked her lips, wanting desperately to move her hips along with his fingers, to shift just a little so he would touch her clit or thrust them inside her throbbing passage. “Yes, Master.”

“That you will never run again.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Say it,” he growled.

“I promise.”

He shifted his hips, and his cock slid between her legs. His thick length rubbed enticingly against her mound, making her moan in both pleasure and the pain of being so turned on she could hardly breathe.

“Oh, God, Master,” she panted. “Please.”

“I can read it in your head, pet, but I want to hear you say it,” he whispered.

She blinked. “What?”

“Say it,” he whispered as he brushed the head of his cock over her clit.

Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples firmly enough to make her squeak.

“Say it and I’ll give you what you want. What we both want.”

“Oh, God, you damn sadist.” He pinched her nipples again, making her groan. “I love you.”

“Again,” he growled.

“I love you.”

He thrust into her so hard and deep she screamed. Her neighbors would probably come banging on the door any second, but she didn’t care. He felt good pushing inside her, stretching her walls wide enough she thought at first it might be too much.

He pulled her hips back against him, forcing himself even farther inside. So deep his balls slapped against her pussy. She wanted it rougher and jerked her hips, meeting every thrust of his cock.

Nathan chuckled as his fingers tightened in her hair. The rough handling nearly sent her over the edge. “My sexy little sub likes it rough.”

“Mmm. Yes, Master.”

“I like the way you say that,” he whispered.

Connelly was so close she could hardly breathe. She wanted to come. It was just out of her reach. Would he let her? She didn’t think she could hold off much longer.

“Master, please. I need to…”

He slapped her on the ass, and the first stirrings of her release slammed through her. Connelly gasped, trying to hold it off. “Oh, God. Master. I love you, Master. Please.”

Nathan soft chuckle sent a shiver through her whole body. “You may, my sexy little sub. Now.”

She instantly exploded, and her entire body shook with the intensity. Nathan continued to slam into her, fucking her hard. Just as one orgasm ended, he pinched her clit, sending her over the edge into another one, this one even stronger than the last. Just as the throbs subsided, she felt Nathan thrust one final time and lose himself to his own release. He held still inside her, and every pulse of his cock vibrated against her walls, sending a tremor of pleasure to her core.

“I love you, Connelly,” he whispered, and a single tear slipped free to slide down her cheek. He kissed it away, and her heart melted. “We’re going to work this out. Together.”

She smiled, and as she nodded, the stubble on his chin scratched at her temple. “Together,” she softly agreed.

Loose Id Titles by Trista Ann Michaels

Darkness Falls

Dead Reckoning

Leave Me Breathless

Their One and Only

Shutter

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The CRIME & PUNISHMENT Series

Master Delacroix

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The ENTWINED FATES Series

Captive

Destined for Two

Mercenary

Remember Me

Slaves

Her Pirate Master

Up in Flames

Dominating Miya

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The SPARK OF MAGIC Series

Blood Rite

Deadly Crimson

To Die For

Lost Without Them

Nature of the Beasts

Trista Ann Michaels

I live in the land of dreams, where alpha men are tender, heroines are strong and sassy, and villains are brutal and conniving. When not deep in the mind of my next serial killer, ghost, or futuristic space pilot, I can be found in the mountains of Tennessee, spending time with family and friends. At least until the next story calls.