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Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as another crack of the flogger caused pain to weave through her body, her breasts were sensitive now and tingling. Every time he cracked the leather flogger against her flesh he ran its leather tip over her nipples, then her navel, over the rise of her mons then smacked it hard on her thighs
“I’m sorry, sir,” her voice cracked and a tear slipped out against her wish.
He flicked it over her stomach, smacking her there once before suddenly throwing it across the room and coming to stand directly in front of her, hands wrapping around her body to hug her close. His hot breath fell on her hot skin. Her belly hurt, good thing she didn’t bruise easily because if she did, tomorrow she would have a hard time trying to hide purple bruises.
“I don’t want to punish you, Rachel. I assumed your disobedience would make me forget this…this!”
She didn’t understand him. Couldn’t understand him. He sounded more like he was talking to himself than to her. When he looked up she could have sworn he was the one being punished with the pain in his eyes. Stormy gray eyes held a void in them that tugged at her heart.
“Why do you do this to me?” he asked in a soft voice. “Ever since that day, Rachel, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I wanted to punish you for the things you said about me, I wanted to humiliate you…you don’t make it easy. You tempt me to punish you. You scare me."
She searched his eyes for clarity but found none. What was he talking about?
“What?” She asked softly. “What are you talking about?”
He squeezed his eyes close. “I don’t know,” he responded softly. “I can’t feel this…I’ve done more for you than I have ever done for anyone. I’ve moved boundaries further than I am used to.” His fingers came up to touch her face and he cupped her cheeks and cleaned the tears he saw there. He was torn between the hurt in her eyes and his desire to punish her. He loved having things his way yet for this one woman the great Nathaniel Madden was slipping. He knew she was trouble the moment his lawyers showed him clips of her boldly voicing her opinion about him. He had been curious about her since then, he convinced himself his curiosity was borne by hatred but he knew he lied. He confirmed his fear when she walked into his office after her world came crashing down. It was then and there that he decided he would get her into his bed and get her out of his system once and for all.
See how well that plan was working. His control was slipping.
Yet he still wanted to punish her. Even now he wanted to hurt her until she begged. For her, he humiliated himself today and looked like a fool when he eventually had to wish the agents goodnight after trying unsuccessfully to reach her phone.
Nate looked into her brown eyes again. He wanted to lose himself in them. Yet she was clean, unlike him, she was pure. He was a man tainted with shadows.
“Nate?”
He snapped back to reality. What was he thinking?! He was Nathaniel Madden. He was the man, the legend on every lip. He was a moving force too large to be brought to his knees by a mere woman.
“I want to fuck you now, Rachel.” That was his solution to everything, get her out of his system once and for all.
He bent to free her legs. Rachel sighed softly glad to have blood flowing in her legs again.
Nate rose, holding her gaze with troubled eyes he undid his fly and zip and cast his trousers and briefs aside. Once again Rachel could not understand the look in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to choke her or – yes fuck her brains out like he said that morning yet his eyes contradicted his actions. He came so close to her that their lips almost touched but instead of kissing he inhaled her scent, filling his head with the heady aroma that was hers alone.
Would he survive the remaining few weeks with her if his feelings continued to struggle within him?
Rachel held her breath, hoping he would kiss her even after everything. She would prefer that to his strange behavior.
When they were lost in the heat of passion, she understood him better than she did now.
But he didn’t kiss her. His forehead touched hers. She could hear the heavy beat of his heart. Suddenly he jerked her legs off the floor and wrapped them around his waist. She let out a gasp.
His right hand came to her neck and he held her still so he could see her face. With one swift movement, he entered her forcefully. Rachel’s thighs tightened around him. She couldn’t close her eyes against the torment in his eyes, it fueled her own misery. When his thick length withdrew out of her and he slipped in again she realized they weren’t very much different. Since her downfall she found solace in wine, whatever was Nate’s problem, he found satisfaction in punishing others. They were both slaves to their desires and sorrows.
Her wet pussy welcomed him with each stroke. She wished she could hold his head in her hands so she could kiss him and swallow whatever heavy torrents welled inside of him while burying hers in him. When he buried his face in her neck she looked up at the mirror at the sight of herself hanging from the bar, him between her legs, her legs wrapped around his waist. His muscular legs jerked with each thrust, and the muscles of his tight round, delicious ass contracted and relaxed with each inward stroke.
Gone was the pain from his punishing flogs. They were both trying to forget themselves in the desires of their bodies.
Nate reached for the chain of the collar on her neck and pulled it back to expose her throat, he kissed her neck and nibbled on the skin while basking in the warmth of her sheath. Reaching up with his other hand he freed both of her hands and quickly held her against himself.
Rachel closed her eyes to the feelings coursing through her. Her nerves were stimulated, waiting for that release that she was fast becoming addicted to, where the stars will burst behind her eyes and she would forget about all her miseries. There over the edge, only her orgasm mattered. When clarity returned she would worry again but for now she wrapped her free arms around Nate’s shoulders, fought hard against the chains, and reached for his lips with her own. She kissed him, delving her tongue into his warm mouth, searching for his tongue. He didn’t give in easily, yet his cock continued to find the pleasure of her pulsating channel. It was a battle of supremacy between the both of them.
He wouldn’t give in but Rachel didn’t surrender. She continued to nibble on his lips until eventually, he gave in, tangling his tongue with hers, kissing her like his life depended on it.
“You’re a lot of trouble, Rachel,” he murmured against her mouth a second before he dropped her legs from his waist and turned her around until she was bent over the restricting bench. Holding her ass apart in strong hands he rammed into her to the hilt. Rachel sighed contentedly and arched her back to maximize the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. Reaching down she toyed with her clit but he slapped her hand away and took over rolling the tiny flesh with his fingers until she was crying out, toes curling as all her body’s nerves centered on the sensitive flesh. He thrust roughly twice and stopped with his cock buried deep inside her.
Rachel cried out as her body burst into a million shaking pieces. Her walls clenched hard around him, and her knees bucked but he held her up, enjoying the pleasure of her rhythmic spasms until, still buried inside her, he released his seeds.
