Beneath the Scars (Masters of the Shadowlands #13)(90)

Tears filled her eyes and spilled over.

“I want you to keep both hands on the floor, Josie.” His voice was…level. Firm. No anger—just instruction.

Even as she choked on a sob, the melting sensation started in the pit of her stomach again. He’d said he would tell her what he wanted. And that he wouldn’t go further than she could take.

Only…her bottom was stinging.

But she trusted him.

Nevertheless, agreeing to be hurt wasn’t easy at all.

I don’t want to.

I will.

She pulled in a breath. “Yessir.” When he released her wrist, she braced her hand on the floor. The sensation of relinquishing control was like opening a fist and feeling the blood flow back into cramped fingers. Achy and warm and wonderful.

“Good girl. I know that was hard.” He massaged her stinging bottom. “Now breathe through the burn. And, by the way, you have permission to come.”

Come—during a spanking?

With hard hands, he shifted her hips—and with his first slap on her bottom, she realized the new position put her clit directly over the device.

Stinging spanks rained over her burning skin—and from under her, the vibrator hammered her clit, sending her up and up. Gradually, the pain melted into a roiling hot pulse of sensation, driving her even higher.

Each smack on her bottom was like a hot wave of pleasure. Her clit was swelling, throbbing, and oh, she needed to come so badly that her body shook. “Pleeeeeze.”

“All right, pet. I’ll help you out since you asked so nicely.” Chuckling, he gripped her hips, moving her…an inch.

The vibrator was suddenly buzzing on the other side of her clit—and the room flashed white. “Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh.” Not only her pussy but her entire body detonated, every cell and nerve shaking in pleasure, and the sensations surged through her until lights danced like stars in her head.

“Pretty Josie,” he murmured.

He lifted her, twisted, and laid her on the bed, belly down.

Curling her fingers in the quilt, she lay there, shaking in the aftermath of her climax. Over the hammering of her pulse in her ears came the sound of his zipper and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

She turned her head to watch.

Rising from a thatch of closely trimmed blond hair, his cock was straight and tall—and thick. A friend had a hypothesis that the thickness of a man’s wrists indicated the girth of his shaft.

As Holt rolled on the condom, Josie studied his muscular forearms…and solid wrists. Her friend might be right.

The mattress compressed as Holt moved her legs apart and knelt between her thighs. “Up you come, pet.” He gripped her waist firmly and lifted her onto her hands and knees.

When his cock pressed against her entrance, ferocious pleasure sizzled through the over-sensitive tissues. Oh God, her insides were still quivering from the last time she came.

He eased in an inch—and then penetrated her with one decisive thrust.

The sheer shock of his thick intrusion made her gasp. His size was almost unbearable, and her swollen pussy pulsed in protest…then growing pleasure.

“Easy, pet.” Reaching around her, he slid his fingers over her puffy labia.

As his fingers tormented and teased her clit, everything inside her clamped down around his shaft, harder, harder, and suddenly, she came again in a rolling hard orgasm. “Oh, God.”

Her arms gave out, dropping her onto her elbows. Her lungs burned as she gasped for air.

With an implacable grip, he held her there, impaled on his cock as pleasure simmered through her whole body. Through the surge of blood in her ears, she could hear his low, resonant laughter.

“You come so beautifully,” he murmured. “It’s a pleasure to watch.” Leaning forward, he ran his hands over her back, around to fondle her breasts, and back down to take a new grip on her hips.

He pulled back, and she shuddered at the slick friction in her sensitized pussy. He pressed in and out a few times, the sensation growing more and more amazing. “Perfect. Brace yourself, pet.”

Just the words in his smoky voice made her shiver…

He slowly increased to a hard hammering rhythm, and then his powerful hands were rocking her forward and yanking her back onto his shaft. The room filled with the slapping sounds of wet flesh. His grip was unbreakable, making her take what he gave her at a relentless, forceful pace.

He was using her for his own pleasure, and there was something so…satisfying about that.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured. He slowed slightly, stroking his hands over her body again, up and down, and then over her well-spanked bottom.

Hissing, she flinched.

“A bit tender, pet?” He closed his big hands on her buttocks, squeezing the tender flesh.

The stinging, burning pain swept over her—and her pussy clenched his cock so hard that he laughed.

She loved making him laugh—his hands tightened on her, and he hammered into her, finally pressing deep, deeper—and she loved hearing him come with a throaty growl even more.


Josie was incredible. She’d given him her body, let him bind her, spank her, fuck her, let go of control, submitted. Her response to submitting to him was humbling. Gratifying. She trusted him.

Cared for him.

He pulled her into his arms, needing to hold her for a minute, to breathe her in. When she laid her head on his shoulder, contentment swept through him, and he rubbed his cheek against her hair.