When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(45)

“Two more like that.”

“Okay,” she managed shakily.

“Hold steady.”

She couldn’t stop herself. She turned her chin, still keeping her head on her folded arms, and watched him through a few curls as he swung, taut, powerful muscles flexing beneath his dress shirt. The brush made a cracking sound as it smacked her ass. She felt the burst of sensation and winced, gritting her teeth. Lucien’s gaze was fixed on her breast. She saw his nostrils flare as the blow shook through the suspended flesh.

A groan burned in her throat. His stare leapt to her face. A spark of arousal seemed to leap between them.

“Tu es belle,” she whispered between soft pants.

His expression turned fierce.

“Damn you, Elise.” He placed one hand on the back of her head and turned her, so that all she could see was her folded forearms and the cheap wood veneer of the desktop. Her thighs quaked. He’d sounded so . . . something just now. Was he angry?

Suddenly, his hand was spread on her far hip and his body was on the other side. He pressed and rubbed the side of her ass against his cock, his actions frankly lascivious. Her eyes sprang wide.

No . . . not angry. Aroused to the breaking point.

She whimpered as he ground their flesh together, mounting the almost unbearable tension in their straining bodies. Her ass was trapped, sandwiched between his hard body and his strong hold. It was the tautest, most electrical moment she’d ever experienced or imagined in her life.

The hairbrush landed with a crack. A cry popped out of her throat. Oh, how her ass burned.

Something hit the desk. She lifted her head and saw the instrument of torture itself—the hairbrush—resting on the desk. Then his hand was rubbing her bottom, soothing her, even as his cock throbbed next to her hip. The moment was so full, so incendiary, she felt as if she couldn’t take a complete breath.

“Your punishment is done. Stand up.”

She tried to do as he’d said, but her flesh felt heavy and torpid with arousal. He moved back slightly to help her. She made a sound of protest in her throat at the loss of his primal heat resonating against her. But then he was helping her to rise, and his arms enclosed her.

“Lucien,” she mouthed through numb-feeling lips, turning her face upward.

“I am here,” he said, his warm breath brushing against her mouth. He pressed her closer against him, overwhelming her with the sensation of his solid, powerful body. “You were very brave, accepting your punishment as you did.”

“I’ll never let you do that to me again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“You’re right,” she whispered. Who was she kidding? It was very exciting, submitting to him. “I will.”

He smiled and leaned down, covering her mouth with his, his kiss tender and passionate at once. His hands caressed her naked skin from flank to waist, weaving a spell she never wanted to escape. He cupped her bottom, leaning farther down over her. He was so tall, but she liked the way she fit against him. She shivered when she felt his fingers stretching at the back of her trembling thighs, then between them . . . seeking. He made a sound of dissatisfaction when they came up short.

“You are so tiny,” he murmured fondly, lifting her in his arms in one fluid movement. Her feet came off the floor. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped onto his shoulders.

He seized her mouth with his. She purred. Her legs curled tighter around his waist. Her entire awareness swam in the power of his kiss, of his touch, of hard, straining muscle. He held her steady with one arm. His free hand cupped an ass cheek, parting her.

He pushed just a fingertip into her * and groaned roughly.

“You’re tight,” he muttered thickly, sounding a little crazed. He removed his finger. “And wet. God, you’re soaking. You enjoy being punished, don’t you?” he said against her lips. She whimpered as he transferred some of the juices from her slit to her outer sex. His finger burrowed between her labia.

“Answer me,” he said harshly.

“Yes.”

He seized her mouth in another scorching kiss.

She cried out in stark arousal. He’d been too tall to easily reach her * while they stood, but now he had her exactly where he wanted her. She was completely at his mercy, she realized, holding her nude body against him, her entire weight held suspended with one arm. He pillaged her mouth while he palmed her outer sex and stroked her clit with bulls-eye precision.

Not that she was protesting. She was about to ignite.

She bobbed her hips eagerly, increasing the pressure of his finger and kissing him back for all she was worth. Oh, this was delicious. The friction mounted as she bounced in his hold, riding his hand. Her clit simmered. She was going to explode into a million pieces.

Her rabid arousal was interrupted by a smacking sound and a burst of pain. Lucien had spanked her sore bottom. She cried out into his mouth. He sealed the kiss. She blinked, trying to bring him into focus. When she did, she saw his rigid features.

“You do not ride me,” he said gently. “I ride you.”

“Nobody rides me.”

Lucien’s eyes flashed. She blushed when she realized what had burst out of her throat without thought.

“We shall see about that. Now hold still while I watch you come,” he said through a tight jaw. She opened her mouth to soften her outburst, but then his long finger was sliding between very slick labia and he was rubbing her clit, giving her just what she needed.