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  “Julian!” Selene exclaimed once her shock had subsided enough for her to speak. “What in the hell are you doing?” She struggled under his grip, trying to find her footing and stand up. At first his dark seduction had been interesting, but now he was truly frightening her. He couldn’t possibly mean to do this. “Let me go!”

  “Keep still,” he growled, seemingly unaffected by her vehement protests. “I’m going to spank you, pet. For my pleasure and yours…”

  Chapter Two

  “Julian,” Selene whined, “let me go. This is ridiculous…”

  “Hush, little one,” he said, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You’ve nothing to fear.” His voice was hypnotic as he spoke quietly to her. His hands combed through her hair, pushing it from her cheek to spill over her shoulder. The gentle timbre of his voice calmed her and after a few moments she had abandoned the struggle, her skin tingling as his hands roamed freely over her skin. As she lay there, waiting to see what was going to happen next, his fingertips stroked lightly down her spine. Her skin tingled, almost burning as his hands slid lower. Wide sweeps of his palm flowed over the fleshy folds of her ass and down each thigh. Over and over he tried to allay her fears, quieting her desperate cries with the gentle caress of his voice.

  “Ask for it, Selene,” he growled, leaning over her so that she could feel his breath. “I’ll give you anything. All you need do is ask.” His words were laced with a delicious poison, clouding her mind and her judgment. Her resolve to be silent was waning and she could feel the words dancing on the tip of her tongue.

  “I don’t know how,” she whined, biting her lip when the edge of his thumb grazed the lips of her sex. He lingered, gauging her reaction as he rubbed in an agonizingly measured path, but never letting the tip slide between them. Selene squirmed, praying that he would allow her some small release. Immediately he took his hand away and she groaned, lamenting the loss of his warmth. Then just as suddenly, it landed on her backside with an audible slap. At first she was shocked by the sting, then by the humiliation. Then a most curious feeling of warmth began to blossom under his palm, spreading outward until it reached the apex of her thighs.

  “Say it, Selene. ‘Please spank me, sir.’ I know you can say it, pet. Tell me what you want.” Before she could reply he swatted her again, this time a bit harder than the last. The blow landed in almost exactly the same spot, heating it up and making the skin blush with the impact. “Please, sir, spank me,” he prompted.

  “Please,” Selene whispered.

  Another blow landed, this time on the other cheek. “Please what?” Julian’s hand, large and sinuous, rested against her backside, rubbing gently as if to massage the stinging sensation into the flesh. It was an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. She could feel the tiny petals encasing her sex swell as blood rushed to the surface, making it tingle. It was an itch that she desperately wanted to scratch, but all she could do was press her body against his lap and pray that he wouldn’t notice.

  “Please, sir…” she whined, her hair falling in thick cascades across her cheek, hiding the blazing blush that had risen there. “Please, sir,” she began, and then in a low whisper, “spank me.”

  Julian purred. The words were an aphrodisiac. Instantly Selene could feel his cock, resting beneath her midsection, coming to life. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to slide from his lap and take the warm and throbbing bit of flesh into her mouth, but his grip around her waist was tight. He wouldn’t be letting her go any time soon. In fact, before she could brace herself, he unleashed a torrent of slaps, raining them down in rapid succession over her upturned backside. Slap! Slap! The sound echoed in the silence of the room, underscored by the rumble of thunder outside and Selene’s gasps. She was breathing heavily, unsure how much more she could take without crying out. Mercifully he stopped, pausing until she relaxed. Her whimpers turned to groans as the tips of his fingers feathered against the heated flesh. She pressed her forehead against the coverlet, thankful for its cool surface. After a few moments, his palm rested on the curve of her bottom then began to knead roughly. “Your skin is so smooth, Selene. And now so hot. I rather like it this way, love,” Julian breathed. She sobbed, taking big gulps of air and squirming away. “Shhh…there, there,” he whispered. “Is it so very bad, pet?” The pads of his fingers slid along the curved globe above her thighs until they reached the apex between them. The heat of her warmed backside had prompted her to open her legs slightly so that her sex peeked out from between them. The lips of her sex felt swollen with arousal and Julian rumbled deep down in his throat as he fingered them lightly. Again Selene groaned, an involuntary movement forcing her backward toward his caress. She wanted more, but the words swum in her head, mingling with the cloudy mist of arousal. Slowly his fingers pushed between the moistened folds of her sex and slid back and forth. She was slick and wanting. She moaned again, her thighs falling farther apart as her body begged him to go on. A single finger pressed fully inside, past the tight inner petals, seeking out the source of her femininity. Selene could feel how easily he slipped inside, how the moisture had already begun to drip with an agonizing viscosity down the insides of her thighs. Though she struggled, it was obvious how much she wanted this.

  “My naughty little pet,” Julian scolded. “You wanted this badly, didn’t you?” When she didn’t respond right away, his free hand came down against her ass with another resounding smack. Again Selene jerked forward and another shriek escaped from her throat. “Didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she choked, trying to keep the tears from her voice.

  “Yes what?” he prompted, rubbing the stinging into her bottom.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, squinting her eyes and tensing all over as he began spanking her again. Over and over the blows rained down, each one sparking another whine louder than the one before. When he stopped this time, a single tear was running down her cheek. Pulling his hand away, he gently took her arm and pulled her upright. She sniffled, allowing him to help her up. Despite her struggling, he pulled her into his lap, hugging her tightly against his chest.

  “You’re doing so well, pet. Taking it all so bravely.” His thumb brushed over the crest of her cheekbone, gathering the small tear that had fallen from the corner of her eye. He examined the sparkling drop for a moment, then pressed the thumb to his lips, tasting its salty sweetness. “What a beautiful gift. I will cherish your tears, Selene.” Running a fingertip under her chin, he tipped her head back and leaned down, kissing her deeply. Their tongues tangled, swirling together in a sensual dance. She breathed deeply, taking him in and letting his mouth possess hers. One hand pressed against the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him as they kissed. The other he drew up her side, the tickling sensation making her squirm. As she did, the dull pain in her backside was reignited and she groaned. He let his palm rest against her breast. His hand was warm, still heated from the force of its impact against her ass. Her nipple swelled instantly, forming a hard bead under his fingers. Julian rubbed in slow circles, worrying the prickling flesh between his thumb and forefinger then tugging gently outward to draw more moans and cries from Selene. She was so aroused, so tender. Every molecule in her body was on edge and she felt completely alive. But he wouldn’t let her find release just yet. This was part of the game. To drive her higher toward climax, then let her fall back, over and over, until finally she wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer. No longer would she be afraid to ask for what she wanted. In fact this time she’d be pleading.

  “Climb up on the bed, pet. I want to see you on your knees,” he whispered. His voice had a gravelly edge that Selene recognized. She tried to hide her smile as she climbed onto the massive bed. He was just as turned-on as she, though he was doing an excellent job of hiding it. The thought made her feel powerful and sexy, so much so that she made an extravagant show of slithering into the middle of the bed. Her hair, still wet from the shower, hung down in her face in loose tendrils. Selene knew that
he was watching her and she wanted to see. Throwing her hair back, she gazed over her shoulder at him and what she saw made her breath catch in her chest. The loose jeans he’d been wearing were puddled on the floor at his feet and he stood against the wall completely naked. His sun-kissed skin was smooth and taut over the muscles of his shoulders and chest. The sharp line of his pelvis pointed her eyes downward to where his hands stroked lazily at his cock. It stood straight out, swollen with desire as he watched her move. Selene’s mouth watered. She hoped that at some point this weekend she would be allowed to taste the savory liquid that collected at the tip. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Stay there on your hands and knees.” Julian pushed away from the wall and walked toward the bed, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. As he approached, he drew his fingertips along the back of her thigh. Just a whisper of a touch, but Selene jumped anyway. He smiled, letting his fingertips linger there awhile before sliding them higher. He cupped her sex firmly in his hand, moving it back and forth and roughly massaging her slit. “Lest you be confused about your enjoyment, little one…” He paused, his fingertips slip-sliding over the curve of her ass, leaving a streak of her own fluid. She moaned, the moisture cold and sticky on her skin. “Such a naughty pet,” he purred, bringing his hand down hard against her flesh. “You haven’t learned a thing.” His words went straight to her center and she shuddered. “But it’s all right, love. We’ve got all night.”

  Selene knew he was watching. Could feel his eyes burning into her as he paced around the bed. She spied him out of the corner of her eye, leaning down to pick up something that had been discarded on the bed. She wondered what it could be, but the mystery was soon solved. Julian stood at her side, showing her the hairbrush he’d been using to brush her hair earlier. The polished wood shone in the dim candlelight, reflecting tiny sparkles all over her body. The stiff boar-hair bristles slid gently down her back as he moved it in wide sweeps, letting her feel the rough surface. Selene bit her lip, stretching out like a sleepy cat, pressing her head into the pillow beneath. “That’s right, pet—head down and back straight.” Julian stroked the brush down her back, then carefully over the sensitive curve of her buttocks, still throbbing with the sting of his previous attentions. The brush moved lower at an agonizing pace. He carefully avoided her sex but came close with each pass. Selene moaned, moving her body back toward the brush. Without warning, Julian snapped the back of the brush against her thigh, making Selene cry out. “Patience, love,” he scolded, brushing her hair back from her face and leaning over to place a tender kiss at her temple. She winced, expecting another blow, but the prickling sensation of the bristles sliding over her skin continued. It dipped between her thighs, raking up and down their insides, making the skin burn and tingle. “Open your legs, Selene,” he commanded. She obeyed, widening her stance so that her sex was fully exposed to the cool night air. Again the thunder rumbled as if to mimic the feelings that tumbled over themselves deep in the pit of her belly. The breeze that ruffled the curtains and wafted through the room licked at her moistened nether lips. “So beautiful.”

  Selene held her breath, afraid to move in the moments before he touched her. Her muscles were tight. She had no idea what was going to happen next. What feast of sensation awaited her this time? Would she feel the tender touch of his fingertips along her sex? Perhaps he would strike her again. Would she feel his body moving behind her as his cock pushed inside? She didn’t care, only knew that whatever happened, she wasn’t sure she would be able to stand it. After several excruciating moments she felt the coarse quills of the antique brush against the lips of her sex. Slowly at first, Julian worked the brush up and down, stroking the dewy petals and watching the skin turn pink with the friction. Selene whined, trying to arch her back higher and intensify the sensation. But of course he wanted to tease. All at once he pulled the brush away, making goose bumps pop out all over her skin. There was only a second’s pause before he brought the carved back of the brush down hard, narrowly missing her sex. Selene howled, more in pleasure than pain. He struck her twice more, both times landing close to her center, the cracking sound startling them both. She was quiet, biting down hard on her lip. Julian paused, reaching forward and drawing a gentle fingertip over the small of her back. “Are you all right, pet?” he whispered. “Shall I stop?” Again the spines were brushing against her, this time farther forward so that they licked at her swollen clitoris. She mewled, moving her hips in time with the rhythm of his instrument. “Have you had enough?” When she did not answer he drew back again, spanking her welted bottom five more times, the last one landing squarely on her mound.

  “Please,” Selene gasped.

  “Please what?” he asked, swatting her lightly.

  “Please, sir…”

  Julian smiled. The desperation and pleasure in her voice was apparent. She was so close to the edge. So close to finding her release. “Please. Sir. What?” Each word was accented with a smarting strike to her pussy.

  She cried out, nearly screaming. “Please… I want to come…” She spat the words before she could stop herself. Never before had she asked for her orgasm, but there was something so erotic, so utterly intense about the experience that he needed only to graze the rough bristles across her center before she was crying out and bucking her hips. “Oh, Julian,” she gasped, unable to form coherent words as she rode the wave of her climax. She wanted to maintain her control. To keep some semblance of herself, but it was useless. Selene had become a slave to her body. An extremely willing slave, reduced to nothing but the trembling contractions that thrummed through her insides. After several moments she collapsed, falling forward on the bed. Her breathing came in heavy gasps and for a moment Selene was certain that she was dying. She wanted more but was afraid that her heart wouldn’t stand it. Never before had she felt like this. Julian had always been a more than capable lover, but what had just passed between them had been almost inhuman.

  “Are you all right, Selene?” Julian’s voice was soft. The ominous tone had slipped away like the low rumble of the receding storm outside. He lay down beside her, kissing the cuff of her ear and smoothing her hair back from her face. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yes,” she said, stretching out on her belly with a little moan. Her knees and back ached from the position she’d been holding and the sting of the spanking had settled into a dull throb. “And it was exquisite.”

  Julian smiled, running his fingers through the sweaty strands of her hair. “One hundred strokes was what the story said, but I don’t think you needed that many.”

  “Maybe next time.” She giggled, closing her eyes as he kissed the crest of her cheek. She turned her head, letting him kiss her lips gently. Just a small caress, but enough to make her shiver again. Carefully, she turned, wincing a little with the tiny piercing of pain, until she was facing Julian. Though his expression was softer, the fire in his eyes was all too revealing. He wanted her badly. She laid her hand on his cheek, feeling the warm flush of his arousal. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek lightly against it. Leaning in, he kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue between her lips. With a gentle sigh, she opened to him, letting his tongue flicker and play over her teeth. His arm slid around her waist, resting on the dip just over her hip then pulling her close. She snuggled in tightly, wanting to feel his body envelop hers. To feel the safety of his kiss and the soothing warmth of his caress. He welcomed her with a wide-open embrace, pulling her tenderly in to his chest. Selene breathed deeply, taking in the musky male scent of him. It filled her up and again her sex tingled with the promise of his cock pounding deep inside. She could feel his manhood, hard and unyielding, pressing against her center as they kissed. Julian’s hand slid down her spine, resting on the curve of her ass, then sliding lower to the burning skin beneath. At first he kneaded gently, not wanting to punish the sore globes of her buttocks, then more insistently, squeezing and rubbing until she was crying out into his mouth.

  “I need you, Se
lene,” he sighed, his voice laced with desperate desire. She couldn’t resist him and already she could feel more of that slick, wet fluid collecting on the insides of her thighs and running down into the crease between her pussy and ass. “Let me make love to you, pet.”

  “Please, Julian,” she said, brushing her lips across his cheek, just a faint whisper of contact. “Make love to me, baby. I want to feel you inside me now.” She rolled onto her back, opening her legs in a gesture of offering. Julian rose onto his knees, climbing astride her, but as soon as he shifted his weight she cried out, digging her fingernails into his muscular thigh. “Stop!” she shrieked. The sensitive skin on her bottom, punished by his hand and her brush, screamed as the coverlet beneath them scraped across it. She was sure there were tiny welts left behind and they burned when the weight of his body pressed her into the sheets. “Please stop,” she whined, the sensation bringing tears to her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Selene,” he said, pulling away to sit back on his knees. He met her gaze with a mischievous grin. “Apparently I did my job well.” Reaching down, he used his thumb to brush away the single tear from where it had collected just over her cheek. Pressing the fingertip to his lips and tasting the salty liquid, he offered her his hand. She stared for a second, then put her hand in his. He clasped it gently, then pulled her up quickly into a sitting position. “I’ll be careful with you, pet.” His eyes, so blue and bottomless, beckoned her closer. Wrapping his arms around her, he slid his large hands under her ass, caressing it gently as he guided her to straddle his lap. This time would be gentle, nothing rough and fast.

  Julian buried his head in the crook of her neck, caressing the prickling skin with his lips and tongue. With a playful growl he bit down gently, drawing a squeal from Selene. She could feel his lips part in an amused smile, then kissed the bite gently. Drawing his hand downward, he grazed the side of her breast with the tips of his fingers and immediately she was arching her back, offering more. He was quick to oblige, cupping the breast firmly in his palm and squeezing with an unyielding grasp. He slid his thumb over the stiff peak at the center, slowly at first, then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, worrying it into a swollen nub. When Selene cried out, he lowered his head, taking the nipple between his lips and sucking it fully into his mouth. He suckled hungrily as if she were his only source of sustenance.