Tormented (7 page)

Control.

I’m the master.

I drew in a ragged breath and gritted my teeth. With a soft swish, the leather belt traveled through the air and landed across her ass. Eva let out a hiss and clenched her ass cheeks. Four more strokes and a crisscross pattern had formed on the smooth skin, slight welts rising where the belt had left its mark.

Eva groaned each time the leather connected, each groan louder than the last.

“That’s for telling me to leave,” I ground out between lashings. Reaching for the glass, I removed a cube of ice and ran it smoothly over her skin, licking the trail of water with my hot tongue as I moved the ice over the welts.

Her soft moan told me she liked that I was soothing her. I kept going until the ice cube had completely melted.

Gripping her by the shoulders, I flipped her onto her back and kissed her lips. She sucked hungrily at mine before I pulled away.

I switched to the thin suede belt, folding it double so that two ends dangled in my hand.

“And this is for not telling me where you were out so late.” I was still pissed that she refused to tell me.

The suede flashed across her breasts, lightly connecting with her pebbled nipples. Eva bit into her lip. I was waiting for her to use her safe word, hesitating between each lashing to give her a chance to bail out. All I got was a deep moan, a mix of her pleasure and pain.

Fuck, it turned me on beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Gripping her knees, I spread her legs open again. They lay in a
V
, since her ankles were still tied together.

“Ready, baby?”

She looked sexy as hell as she blew the hair sticking to her forehead away from her face in preparation for whatever I was dishing out next.

Eva gasped as the suede connected to her pussy. I knew it didn’t hurt as much as what it would shock her. I bet nobody had ever spanked her
there
before. Her body was mine. Nothing was off-limits, unless she told me so.

Panting hard, Eva’s whole body glistened with a sheen of fine sweat. It was as much the fact that she didn’t know what was coming as well as the complete unexpectedness of every blow that was the trick to turning my woman on more than I’d ever seen her before.

I checked her face for signs of how she was handling this, and was astounded. Her lips curved upwards and her cheeks glowed. Fuck me.

Eva was
loving
this.

Once I was satisfied that she was okay, it was time to reward her.

I kissed her lips and then gave her tits the attention they deserved. Placing a fresh ice cube between my teeth, I traced around her nipples and then down the lines of her curves all the way to her pussy. She shuddered a few times, letting out small gasps as I traveled down her body.

The first ice cube had already melted by the time I reached her dripping cunt. I sucked another into my mouth so that my tongue was ice cold, then ran the flat end over her clit.

She jerked once and then I inserted the ice cube inside her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, “I can’t take much more. I need to come.”

“No, not yet,” I said, popping a large ice cube between her lips. “Suck that, baby.”

She sucked the ice cube and my fingers into her mouth, biting down hard. My sweet torture had pushed her to the edge. I swore out loud, then chuckled softly. My girl was ready for the next step.

S
itting on my knees, I leaned forward. “Take my cock. Suck it with your cold mouth.”

I pushed the tip against her lips and she swallowed me whole, swirling the piece of ice around my shaft with her tongue.

Holy hell. It was hot as fuck.

Thrusting my hips back and forth, I fucked her mouth until I was on the edge of coming. Reluctantly, I pulled my dick away and leaned in for a kiss to calm myself down. I tasted myself on her lips and smiled.

“We’re so fucking hot together, baby. You and me.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed again.

Christ, I loved her sex sounds. Every nuance of her voice told me how much she was enjoying this.

Tearing open the foil of a condom, I expertly rolled the latex onto my hard dick. I leaned back and found the pink vibrator on the bed and switched it on, running through the different speeds until I found the pulse mode.

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Pleased, I grinned. I loved that sound.

I teased her clit for a while and then inch by inch, thrust it inside her, fucking her slowly.

“Oh God, oh God, go faster. Harder.”

I didn’t.

“Give me your cock. Fuck me with your cock!”

I had other plans for my cock.

“I am going to fuck you with my cock, just not like you think. Hold on.”

I flipped her over again, pulling her ass against me, still holding the vibrator inside her.

“Ready for my cock?”

“Yes. Give it to me.” Her voice was hoarse and desperate.

Slowly, I nudged my cock inside her ass, holding onto her hip with one hand and the vibrator with the other. I could feel it pulse from her pussy to her ass straight to my cock.

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Who said vibrators were for the pleasure of women only?

Thrusting into her again and again, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as sensations of pure pleasure spread through my body.

“Fuck, I’m going to come soon,” Eva panted, nearly breathless.

I kissed her neck, my breath hot and shallow, and my chest heaving with exertion. I was ready for the mother lode of orgasms to hit us.

“Let go, Eva. Come with me.”

“Harrison,” she screamed, as I bit into her shoulder and picked up my pace, fucking her ass with my cock and her pussy with the vibrator. It was every one of my fantasies come true.

“That’s my good girl,” I groaned as I let go of every inch of control and gave myself over to her. “Mine. You are
mine
, Eva.”

Just as Eva was about to collapse her legs, I pulled her up against me, my cock still inside her. I kissed her ear and then loosened the blindfold.

I pulled out of her slowly, rolling off the condom, then I knotted it and flung it toward the pile in the corner. Carefully, I turned her around to face me. I tilted her face to mine; I wanted to see her eyes.

“Like that, baby?”

“Yeah, oh yeah.” Her lips were swollen from where she’d bitten into them.

“Me too. So fucking much.”

H
arrison had given me everything I craved—the pain, the pleasure, the torture and the release. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.

He cut me loose and massaged my wrists and ankles, one by one. I was spent and exhausted and also deeply satisfied.

“You surprise me, Eva.”

“I do?”

His face wore an expression of admiration.
For me?

“Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, it takes a very strong woman to submit to a man. Giving up control shows your courage and fearlessness.” He hesitated for a moment. “And trust.”

“Do you trust me, Eva?”

I blew out a long breath as I thought about his question. “Yeah, I do. I don’t know exactly why, but I trust you implicitly.”

His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”

“Except . . .” I paused for effect, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Yeah?”

“Except when you undress me. That was an expensive shirt you ripped to pieces. It takes a lot of money to look that casual.”

“I’ll replace it. And any past and future underwear or item of clothing I destroy in my haste to get inside you.” He met my gaze and held it.

Heat spread through my body at his words. It was a promise, not a threat. I loved that he was greedy for me, but replacing my favorite items of clothing wouldn’t be all that easy nor cheap, and I wasn’t sure if Harrison made enough money to afford to keep shredding my designer threads.

“At least I have an awesome safe word. And if you ignore that, I will put the man himself onto you,” I said, laughing.

Harrison didn’t find my joke as funny as I did. “My dick will go limp instantly if you use your safe word, so no chance of needing to call your brother.”

Wanting to change the subject, I snuggled closer to Harrison. I placed my head on his chest and he wrapped a muscled arm around my shoulders. There was something I’d been meaning to ask him but never felt it was the right moment. I took a deep breath before plunging in.

“This tattoo really means something to you, doesn’t it,” I said softly as my fingertips stroked the skin above his heart. Nobody would have themselves permanently inked with the word
Karma
, and a sword that had a drop of blood dripping from it and it not be deeply personal.

“Yeah, it does. No prizes for guessing that I strongly believe in the golden rule. What a person sows is what they reap. That’s why I enforce justice.”

“Interesting. And the drop of blood? What does that mean?”

“That’s for Amy and the baby. The sword is for vengeance. The fight for justice.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed, deep in thought.

“So what’s it for you, Eva? Mercy or justice?”

“No question. Mercy. Definitely mercy over justice.”

“I figured that much. You have a good heart.”

“So do you; underneath that tough-guy exterior is a great heart. I’ve seen it even though you try to hide it.”

“Why would I hide it? You give me too much credit, sweetheart. When somebody shows you who they are, believe it.”

“That’s exactly how I
do
know. Every now and then you knock my breath away by doing something incredible for someone else.”

“I’m just doing my job, that’s all. I can hardly take praise for being a good guy.”

“You can fool others, Harrison, but not me. I see through you.”

The scary thing, it was true. I saw what nobody else did. Unless I was so desperate to see something else there other than hatred, anger and retaliation.

The snort he let out made me smile. Of course he wasn’t going to agree with me and I had to suppress the urge to run my hands through his already messy hair.

I glanced at the clock. “It’s two in the morning, and I’m hungry.” I’d eaten plenty of Thai food earlier, but my stomach was rumbling. Lately I had a voracious appetite.

“You didn’t have dinner?” Harrison raised an eyebrow.

“Do alcoholic beverages count as a food group?”

He rubbed his chin. “Still evading my question.”

“When I drink a lot of wine, especially red wine, it makes my metabolism speed up like crazy. Add sex to that and I’m ravenous.”

My stomach rumbled again. Louder this time.

Harrison laughed. “Vigorous exercise like sex can have that effect on a person. We’ll have to fix that problem.”

“What, no more sex?”

“Fuck, you are adorable. And such a tease.” He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. “And no, it means I’ll have to see what I can rustle up in your kitchen.”

“Um, I hardly have anything in the refrigerator or pantry. I’m trying to empty it out before I move.”

“You have eggs? And bread?”

“Yeah, I give Miu-miu an egg every couple of days to keep her coat shiny. So there should be some in the fridge. The bread may be a little stale,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “But there is juice and coffee.”

Harrison’s eyes raked my body where I leaned against the top railing of the bed. “You’re getting too skinny, Eva. You need to eat better meals, baby. I don’t want you breaking when I fuck you.”

Slapping his arm, I laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I won’t break. And besides, a girl can never be too skinny, too beautiful, or too rich in this town.”

Grabbing a handful of my ass, he grinned at me. “Just make sure this stays as sexy as it is, and I’m a happy man.”

“You think I’m sexy?” I drawled, tracing my finger along his jaw.

“Fuck yeah. You’re the sexiest woman I know. And I know, um, a few.” He grinned sheepishly. Pulling the sheet around my body, I had the sudden urge to hide my nakedness from him.

“I’m sure you do,” I said, a pain twisting my heart. I wasn’t the jealous type, so it took me somewhat by surprise to find that I hated the idea of Harrison with other women.

Rolling off the bed, Harrison strutted to the doorway before turning his naked body around and gifting me with the sight of his magnificent torso, his perfect smile, strong muscular legs and very needy cock nearly taking my breath away. I’d never tire of looking at him, although in this case I was probably staring more than just looking.

“I’m glad you like what you see,” he said with a cocky grin, “But I’m going to go fix the woman of my dreams something to eat.”

Woman of his dreams? Wow!

“By the way, where is that pesky dog of yours? She hasn’t nipped at my ankles for a while.”

“She’s staying with my father while I pack. She comes to visit on weekends, but during the week I’m leaving her at the mansion until I’ve settled into my own place.”

“Makes perfect sense. Although she is a damn good little watchdog. Her bark and bite can compete with that of any other vicious dog.”

“Are you missing Miu-miu? I can always let you babysit her for a while.” I loved teasing him just to get a reaction.

“No comment. Let me go to the kitchen before my mouth gets me into more trouble.”

I laid back against the pillows and rubbed my wrists. What a crazy ride this had been. When Nolan had cheated on me and I’d kicked his ass out, I’d never imagined it would be one of the best things that had happened to me because in a strange and twisted way, I had the distinct feeling that I would never have ventured out of my comfort zone with him as much as I had since meeting Harrison.

The delicious aroma of toast drifted to the bedroom. One thing was certain—the high and mighty senator would never in his wildest dreams consider cooking anything for me. He’d never made me as much as a cup of tea or coffee after dinner, never mind gone to the kitchen to rustle something up after midnight. My ex’s MO was to turn around and go to sleep as soon as he rolled off me.

I mused over how Nolan had liked to control me, which was far more like manipulation than mastery. I never felt at ease with the way he made me feel lesser than him.