Deke pulled the towel off and then her eyes weren’t anywhere but on that stunning body of his. His cock was long and thick, erect against his taut belly. He reached into his bag and pulled out a length of rope. “You should understand that if you run, I’ll chase you, and I won’t care that there are other people in the house. They don’t matter right now. I won’t care if they’re watching. I’ll still spank you until your ass is red, and then I’ll force you on my cock. You can scream and moan and call out and I won’t care unless they try to stop me. You’re the only one who gets to stop me.”
He would do it. He would spank her and fuck her in front of whoever was there, not because he was an exhibitionist but because he didn’t care about anyone but her. No one mattered to him in this moment except her.
That made her mad, too. If he’d cared about her half as much in high school, they would have had years together. They would have had a family. She wouldn’t be so fucking alone.
She rushed at him because if he thought she was going to sit there and be a good girl and let him tie her up, he didn’t know her. She pushed at him, this minor violence all part of the “play.” It didn’t feel like play. It felt like fucking therapy, and he was the only one she could ever share this with, ever allow to see her stripped down to her core.
When he was gone, she would be alone again, and that made her angry, too.
She pushed at him, tears starting to blur her eyes, but he was too fast. He had her hands in his and dragged her to the bed, straddling her and holding her down as he wound that rope around her wrists.
“That’s right, baby. You fight all you like. It’s going to end the way I want it to,” he said, his face a hard mask.
He was so gorgeous, and she was probably a mess. She pulled at the rope, but it held her fast. He sat on top of her, his cock thrusting up from a nest of well-groomed dark hair. He reached down and pulled at the sides of her shirt, ripping it open, buttons pinging as they hit the floor. He cupped her breast through her bra.
“Are you going to behave?” He asked the question as he pushed the cup down, freeing her breast. “We can get to the part where I eat your pussy faster if you like.”
She couldn’t. She wasn’t sure she should go there with him. It was one more temptation she could have avoided. “Get off me, asshole.”
He tugged her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted. “If you keep it up, I’ll have you in clamps. They’ll bite into your nipples and get them ruby red for me.”
“Promises, promises.” She couldn’t let him get tender on her. She needed this fight between them, needed him to break her walls down. She couldn’t bring them down on her own, and those walls were holding something she needed to purge.
He eased off her and caught her when she tried to roll off the bed. He hauled her up and had her over his knees in a heartbeat. She’d put on pajama pants earlier, trying to cover for how long it had taken to shift Deke’s luggage to her room by changing clothes. The stretchy material made it easy for Deke to pull her pants down and off her legs.
Vulnerable. She felt so damn vulnerable.
Then she felt pain because Deke’s hand came down on her ass.
No one had ever spanked her. Not her parents. Certainly not a boyfriend. The sound cracked through the air as he slapped her cheeks again. Then she gritted her teeth and blinked back tears.
“Is this what you want, baby? You want me to be the bad guy?” Deke’s hand came down again. “I’ll be the bad guy. I’ll be the one who makes you cry. I’ve done it before. I’m always the bad guy.”
He wasn’t. He was the best man she’d ever met, and that was what made it so hard that he hadn’t loved her the way she’d loved him.
Now she was alone, and he’d only come out here to save her damn life, and it was so screwed up.
He spanked her over and over, and the wall finally broke. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she let them go. He was here with her in this one moment in time, and it was safe to let it all go. She sobbed, and it took her a moment to realize that Deke had stopped spanking her. Somehow he’d managed to turn her over and settle her on his lap, his arms coming around her.