Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(44)
I grinned and leant closer.
“It does.”
“There’s something else that belongs to you as well.”
I raised a brow.
“And what would that be?”
She licked her bottom lip, then her eyes clouded over. Her hand dropped from my face and she looked away.
“Scarlett?”
“How do you really feel about me? I mean, you said you’ve always wanted me, but what does that mean?”
Catching her by the chin, I turned her face back towards me to make her meet my eyes. I didn’t like seeing fear in those beautiful hazel-greens.
“It means…” I leant closer, brushing my mouth over hers. “It means, little wisp, that you are the owner of what you’d probably describe as my cold, black heart.”
Her bottom lip trembled against mine.
“You love me?” she whispered, her voice shaking on the words.
“I love you.”
“Fuck.”
I kissed her, stealing away any other words she was thinking about saying. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me flush against her. I tried not to groan as my cock slid against her wet little pussy.
“Such a dirty little mouth you have,” I murmured against her lips.
“All the better to wind you up with.”
“Brat.”
“I’m your brat, sir.”
I pulled away from her and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her up onto her hands and knees. Running my fingers down her back, I pressed kisses to her spine.
“You have a lot of punishments pending, little wisp. I intend to collect.”
She shivered but didn’t tell me no or to stop. I got up off the bed and walked over to my display on the wall across from my bed. It was black metal crisscrossing bars with hangers at different intervals. On those hangers were my various whips and crops.
I selected a small crop, testing it against my hand before moving back towards the bed. Scarlett looked back at me, then down at the implement in my hand.
“Drake…”
“What’s your safe word with the others?”
“Red.”
“Then you say that and I will stop, okay?”
She nodded but didn’t look entirely convinced. I knelt on the bed and stroked her hip.
“What’s wrong?”
She turned over and crawled into my lap. I set the crop on the bed and cupped both her cheeks as she held onto my shoulders. She searched my face for a moment.
“Nothing. I want you to punish me, but first…”
“First?”
“Kiss me and say it again.”
I almost denied her. The truth was, I couldn’t help myself when it came to my little wisp. Not any longer. I wanted her smiles and her laughter more than anything else. Leaning closer, I ran my nose along hers.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
I pressed a kiss to her mouth.
“I love you, Scarlett.”
“I love you too.”
I swallowed at her statement. My heart hurt in a good way. In the best fucking way. My mouth was on hers, demanding entry until she relented and kissed me back with as much passion as I gave her. She gripped my hair in her fists, rubbing herself against me. I found myself so desperate for more contact. More of her. I let go of her cheek and dug a hand between us. Scarlett shifted, then she was sinking down on me and moaning in my mouth. My hand curled around her hip and directed her movements, forcing her to slow down as she took me.
My other hand slid from her cheek to hold her jaw and tip her face up, stretching her neck out. She looked at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. I framed my mouth over hers, not quite touching her lips.
“I’m going to cover you in marks, little wisp. I want you to be a good girl and take them.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ran my thumb along her bottom lip before slipping it between them.
“Your wet little pussy has made a mess of my dick. You’re going to clean it up before presenting me your pert little behind. Do you understand?”
I slid my thumb from her mouth.
“Yes, sir.”
Scarlett might be my little brat, but right now, she would be my good girl. I knew what she wanted most in the world was to hear me give her praise. And if she took her punishments like I’d told her to, she would.
Twenty
Drake
When I let go of her, she slid off me, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest as she bent over me. Her tongue curled around my cock, licking up her arousal. I couldn’t stop staring at her. The way her mouth parted and her tongue darted out. And when she covered my dick with it, that was fucking everything.
She sat up and turned around, getting up on her hands and knees in front of me after she’d cleaned me. I slid off the bed, picking up the crop before I ran it over her behind, watching her shiver from its touch.
“Safe word, Scarlett.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
The little sigh she let out had me smiling, not that she could see.
“Keep your eyes on the headboard.”
She centred her gaze on it, adjusting her hands and knees so she was more comfortable. I gave her a light tap with the crop, signalling I was going to start. I watched her suck in a breath. Then I laid into her, sending the crop sailing through the air. The smack as it struck her skin was so fucking satisfying. She exhaled on the first strike, her fingers curling into the covers. They were the only outward signs of the pain it had caused her. But I knew my little wisp liked it. She thrived on it.