Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (23 page)

Leaning on an elbow, he stared down at her bottom as he caressed it, his pose relaxed as if he had all day to do nothing but caress her.

Her bottom prickled, warmed by the sun and sensitized by Gabriel’s firm caress, but she didn’t move, lulled by the warmth, his caress, and fascinated by the tenderness in Gabriel’s expression.

His gaze lingered for several minutes before it began to slide higher, pausing on her back. His slow caress never faltered as his gaze slid higher to her shoulders and then met hers.

Struck by the affection and hunger in his eyes, Kelsey smiled and turned toward him, finding it hard to breathe as a surge of love for him swelled up inside her.

“Have you changed your—ow!”

The sharp slap startled her more than it hurt, but after only a second or two it started to sting. Lifting slightly, she searched his eyes for any sign of what he was feeling. She hadn’t expected the slap, especially after the way he’d looked at her, and looked for any sign that his feelings had changed.

Surprised to see that the emotion and need in his eyes had sharpened, Kelsey went willingly when he rolled her back to her stomach. “Oh, Gabriel, I thought you’d changed your mind.”

Gabriel smiled, his gaze settling on her bottom again. “Not a chance. My hunger for you is too strong. I’m a very physical man, Kelsey.” Another slap landed on the other cheek, making her squirm.

“Foreplay is a very important part of sex to me, but it’s more than that. That frame of mind extends to every part of our lives together. You’re mine to enjoy to the fullest, and nothing in this world has ever given me so much satisfaction.”

Kelsey squirmed as the heat spread, the spanking and her position not making her feeling degraded at all. It left her feeling vulnerable, but the look in Gabriel’s eyes made her feel desired, and very adored.

It didn’t make sense, but she found herself lifting into his touch, wanting more.

Gabriel ran his hands over her bottom again, conveying his need and delight for her in his firm caress as he got to his feet to stand beside her. “Even while being punished, you defy me by your lack of respect in the way you address me. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Although she couldn’t see his face anymore, she knew by the tone of his voice that his features would be hard and cold, but that his eyes would hold a hint of tenderness and amusement. A rush of moisture escaped, dampening her inner thighs, and to her consternation, she lifted herself to her toes, arching her bottom for more. “I’m sorry.”

Another slap. “I’m sorry, what?”

Closing her eyes in bliss at his low, rumbling tone, Kelsey hummed in delight. “I’m sorry, Master. I forgot.”

“Very good, my pet, but you know I have to do something to improve your memory.”

Squeezing her legs together to hide the fact that her juices coated her inner thighs, she faced straight ahead. “Yes, Master.”

Rubbing her tingling nipples against the warm, smooth rock, she braced for the next slap, moaning at the feel of the breeze on her heated bottom.

Gabriel didn’t seem to be in any hurry, his slow caress spreading the heat, each slow stroke building her need until her pussy and clit burned.

Lowering herself, she tried to lean forward, surreptitiously attempting to rub her clit on the edge of the warm rock as need clawed at her. She wanted more of the incredible heat, more of the slaps that focused her attention so sharply on her slit.

After several long seconds, she couldn’t stand it and started to rise, dropping to the smooth rock again when another sharp slap landed, this one much closer to her bottom hole.

“I didn’t tell you to get up.”

Another rush of moisture escaped, her pussy clenching at the hard edge of dominance in his tone.

Knowing that the cold dominance would wither, and become affection and concern if she panicked filled Kelsey with a surge of power.

The power of her own femininity—the power of knowing that she had a strong man who would use every bit of that strength to keep her safe.

She knew that as well as she knew her own name.

He would use that strength to give both of them a great deal of pleasure, and use the sharp sensations of pain to increase that pleasure, but would never hurt her just to hurt her.

Each slap was designed to heighten her awareness, just as each flare of pain he’d administered in the playroom.

She began to shake as the heat seemed to race to her puckered opening, making her ass and pussy clench in a desperate need for his touch—something she didn’t want him to know. Trembling now, she bit back a moan at the feel of his soft pants brushing the backs of her knees. “I’m sorry, Master. I thought you were done.”

His cold chuckle made her stomach flutter. “You didn’t really think that a few little slaps on your gorgeous ass would be enough to make up for all the times you disobeyed me, did you?” He moved closer, standing between her knees and forcing them apart. “We’re not done yet. I’ll let you know when we are.”

Thrilling at the cold intent in his voice, Kelsey tightened her grip on the edge of the rock. It hit her suddenly that he didn’t stand on the ledge, but on the ground below it, which left her ass about chest high to him, with her legs spread wide.

She sucked in a breath when his hands settled on her bottom, biting her lip when he ran his thumbs down the crease. Gritting her teeth, she fought a losing battle as she tried to keep from clenching. “What are you doing? Oh!”

He slapped her a little harder than before, and since her bottom had already been heated, she felt each slap more intensely.

“Don’t question me, and be quiet.”

Determined to take everything he gave her, she still couldn’t stop trying to clench her bottom cheeks to protect her most vulnerable opening.

“Not a fucking chance, baby.” Gabriel lifted her a little higher onto the rock, high enough to make it impossible for her to reach the stone she’d been standing on. Gripping her ass, he ran his thumbs down the center to her puckered opening. “You’ve got the most fantastic ass I’ve ever seen. You don’t really think tightening against me is going to keep me out.”

Kelsey panted through clenched teeth as he tightened his grip on each of her cheeks, crying out as it stretched her puckered opening just hard enough to make it sting.

She froze at the feel of something soft and warm caressing her there, moaning and crying out at the sensation as she slowly realized that it was his tongue. Her pussy clenched, releasing even more moisture, the wickedness and intimacy of his actions driving her need for him higher.

Her clit throbbed unbearably, and even as his grip on her ass cheeks made them burn even hotter, she wanted more. The decadence of his mouth on her was like nothing she’d ever experienced, thrilling her that with Gabriel, there was no such thing as forbidden.

Bit by bit, she felt herself giving in to him, softening for whatever erotic thing he had in mind. Her soft cries of pleasure grew louder as the pressure inside her mounted her body, becoming pliant in surrender.

Lifting his head, he moved to the left, using his body to force her left leg outward, while using his left hand to grip her right knee, keeping her legs spread wide.

Feeling the breeze and the ocean spray against her slit made Kelsey feel even more open and vulnerable, and very, very primitive. “Yes. Oh, God, you make me crazy. You make me want more.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty more for you, my pet.”

The sharp slap to her pussy stunned her so much she couldn’t even cry out. As the sting registered, and the heat began to spread, Kelsey groaned, a harsh tortured sound that shocked her. She instinctively tried to close her legs to protect herself, struggling against Gabriel’s strength when he slapped her pussy again. “Don’t you fucking move.”

“OhGodohGodohGod!” The stinging sensation made her clit feel as if it were on fire, making the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves feel as if it had swollen to ten times its normal size. Using her knees, she rocked herself in a vain effort to alleviate the combination of pleasure and pain that threatened her sanity. Consumed by the throbbing, she cried out again and again, her voice choked as she blinked back tears.

“Please. Oh, God. Please. I’ve never felt anything like this. Please, Gabriel. Please, fuck me. I’m begging you.”

Gabriel slapped her ass. “I’m going to be easy on you this time. Ten more to your ass. Count them. If you miss one, you get your pussy slapped again and we start over. Do you understand me?”

Unable to believe that not only would she allow this, but that her body screamed for more, Kelsey bit back a moan and nodded. “Yes. I–I’ll count them.”

Several sharp slaps landed, each one in a different place until her bottom felt like it was on fire. “Yes, what?”

Trembling at the dark threat in his voice, Kelsey lifted her hips, desperate for whatever attention she could get. “Yes, Master.”

She never felt like calling him
Master
more than at that moment.

She belonged to him completely, surrendering to the raw hunger that Gabriel controlled with such ease.

Thrilling at the sound of the word on her lips, she gripped the smooth edge of the rock even tighter, her breathing ragged as she waited. The warm breeze did nothing to cool her heated bottom, but it did cool her inner thighs, telling her just how drenched they’d become with her juices.

Sliding a hand over her bottom, Gabriel reignited the heat. “Good girl. Count loudly enough for me to hear.”

The slap to the lower portion of her right cheek, just above the back of her thigh, stung and quickly spread to her slit. Gulping in air, she moaned hoarsely. “One.”

His next slap landed right in the center of her cheeks and low, right above her puckered opening, this time a little harder. Stunned by the stinging of her bottom hole, a stinging sensation that seemed to flow into her bottom, Kelsey whimpered, bucking her hips in an attempt to alleviate it.

Before she could draw another breath, another slap landed on her pussy. Crying out, she tried to close her legs, but the strength of Gabriel’s hold prevented it. “Oh, God.”

Rubbing her ass, Gabriel leaned to her side. “You didn’t count. You have to focus, my pet. You can’t think about anything except doing what I want you to do. I want you to count each slap.”

He plunged a finger into her pussy, and before she could stop herself, she began to fuck herself on it. “You
do
want to please me, don’t you?”

She clenched on his finger, bucking as much as her position allowed, wishing it was his cock.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Master. I swear I can do it.” She couldn’t help but think about all the other women he’d done this with, and wanted to prove that she was more of a match for him than any of them.

Each slap heated the cheeks of her ass even more until she thought she couldn’t stand another. Gritting her teeth, she fought to be still, counting the slaps in a voice she didn’t even recognize, crying out as he delivered the last one.

“Ten.”

Shuddering, she breathed a sigh of relief, moaning at the feel of his hot hands moving over her already overheated bottom.

“Very good, my pet. I’m very proud of you. You took your punishment well. All is forgiven.” Moving back, he helped her close her legs, taking her weight as he eased her down from the rock. Holding her steady, he brushed the hair back from her face, the combination of hunger, possession, and pride in his eyes filling her with a sense of satisfaction and belonging as nothing else ever had. “I knew you could do it. You’re so beautiful.”

Fisting his hands in her hair, he tilted her head back, his eyes dark and searching on hers. “So beautiful. So exciting. So arousing.” He slid his hands over her shoulders and to her breasts, his touch gentle and warm. “Strong. Bold. Perfect.”

Her knees didn’t seem strong enough to hold her. When she slumped, Gabriel caught her to him, wrapping his arms around her. With a weak laugh, she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “I’m far from perfect.”

Touching his lips to her hair, he sighed. “You’re perfect for me, and nothing would make me happier than having the chance to train you—to having this time alone with you.” Straightening, he reached for the sarong. “You’re more suited to this lifestyle than either one of us could have guessed, and I’m sure as hell not giving up until you admit it. Accept it.”

Freshly showered, her skin glistening with the moisturizer Gabriel had rubbed in, Kelsey made her way into the bedroom.

The butterflies in her stomach never seemed to completely settle, and fluttered out of control at the feel of his hand sliding over her bottom. She turned to glare at him over her shoulder, but couldn’t stop grinning. “My ass is still sore.” She couldn’t resist wiggling her bottom against his hand, thrilled with how he couldn’t seem to stop touching her.

Gabriel’s smile caused another rush of warmth between her thighs. “Come here, my pet. I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

Thinking he was joking, she stuck her tongue out at him, stilling when his eyes narrowed. Gulping, Kelsey froze, turning to face him. She melted under that look, the combination of anticipation and trepidation sharpening her senses. “You’re kidding, right?”