When it Raynes: Chapter 24

I’ve been patient with Emerson. More so than I would have ever been with anyone else, but she’s pushed me too far tonight.

I could not have been more clear with any of my instructions, but she rebels at every turn, and I need to stop that in its tracks before she gets hurt, even more so than tonight.

My body tenses again at the thought of the grubby lackey of Russo’s with his hands all over my woman, about to shove his tiny fucking cock where it wasn’t welcome. Fresh rage courses through my body each time I think about how broken she looked when I tore that asshole away from her, but having her here with me, tied to my bed where she can’t run from me, no one can take her away from me, it calms the monster lurking under the surface.

Emerson looks delectable laid out in the middle of my bed, the bed I’ve never shared with a woman. I never intended to get close to a woman, because what I told her is true. Letting anyone get close to me is dangerous. I have a lot of enemies and getting close to a woman means I have a weakness they can exploit. Being with Emerson means painting a target on her back but there’s nothing on this earth that can keep me away from her now, no matter how much of a selfish fuck that makes me.

I’ll do everything in my power to protect her, hire the best security, lock her up in the penthouse where nothing can ever touch her. Whatever it takes to keep my woman safe, but I won’t ever let her go.

Emerson whimpers beneath me. Her entire body trembles with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. Even with fear rushing through her veins, she knows she’s going to love every fucking thing I give her. My cock is so hard I think it might tear right through my pants, but it will have to wait. There is much to do before I can sink into her sweet cunt, and I can’t get ahead of myself.

I take a step back and look over her bare body face down on the bed. I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life. I never thought I’d need them, but I’m glad I had the headboard custom made to include the restraints currently holding my sweet girl at my mercy.

“Do I need to restrain your legs, or are you going to be a good girl for me?” I strip my shirt from my body.

“I’ll be good,” she whispers.

“We’ll see about that.” I smirk. “Because it’s your first time being punished, I will go easy on you, but know it will only get worse, so I suggest you get with the program and start following the rules I give you.”

I don’t have to see her face to know she’s rolling her eyes. I’ve spent enough time watching, and learning, that I know every move she’s going to make before the thought even crosses her mind.

I knew she would run from me, of course she did. I told her I was a murderer, that my family toes the line on both sides of the law and has since conception, and I told her that she’s mine and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Any sane woman would run a mile when the big bad wolf claims her, too bad for her, there’s nowhere Emerson can run that I won’t find her.

I leave my pants in place, knowing if I get undressed, it will be too tempting to take her now. Her body is delectable as she quivers with anticipation, she doesn’t know what to expect and she hates it. My sweet girl doesn’t like not knowing what’s going to happen, she doesn’t like not being in control, but she had better get used to it because she will never be in control again, at least not in a way that matters.

Of course I can’t clip my butterfly’s wings. I have to give her the illusion of control in some things. I will let her choose our home, maybe our children’s names, the things she will believe to be the most significant. But I will make every other decision in our lives, and I’ve already started doing it.

I climb onto the bed beside her, my hand brushing over her perfect peach ass. Emerson’s body trembles as my hands run over the soft globes. I’ve always been an ass man, but I’ve never felt the need to worship one like I want to hers. “There are two parts to your punishment, sweet girl,” I tell her.

Her body tenses under me, but she remains quiet, waiting for me to tell her what’s about to happen. Part of me wants to keep the second part as a surprise, but I told her I would go easy on her and making sure she knows exactly what’s happening tonight is the first part of that.

“I’m going to make this perfect ass nice and red, making sure you remember the consequences of breaking the rules.”

“And the other part?” she asks quietly, her voice barely audible over her heavy breathing. If I were to dip my fingers into her pretty pussy, I know she would be soaking, the thought of her punishment is getting her excited to spite herself, but she won’t like the second part of her punishment nearly as much as she likes the idea of a spanking.

“You are not to come until I tell you to. I’m going to bring you to the edge so many times you’ll constantly think you can’t take anymore, and then I’ll do it again.” I lean down until my lips touch her ear. “You’re going to think twice about breaking the rules in the future, Emerson.”

I move to straddle her thighs and continue massaging her soft flesh. Every time I touch her, she jolts, expecting the first blow, but that’s why it hasn’t come yet. I may be taking it easy on her. I may have told her exactly what is going to happen, but there still has to be an element of surprise. After all, would it really be a punishment if there wasn’t?

When I bring my palm down on her soft skin, Emerson flinches underneath me, but isn’t quite fast enough to stamp down her moan. “Count for me, sweet girl.”

“One,” she breathes.

I rub the spot where my hand struck her, the redness on her pale skin blooming and making my cock throb. Maybe I’m actually punishing both of us in the process.

I bring my hand down on the other cheek and a squeal fills the room. “Two.”

We repeat the same process, massage, spank, count, massage, her reddening skin only serves as its own form of torture. Seeing my marks on her body is the purest form of ecstasy and I almost abandon the punishment more than a few times.

“Eight,” Emerson sobs. The tears started after the fifth strike, which was when I really started putting my weight behind it. I was telling the truth when I said I wouldn’t give her more than she could handle, but I want to push her. I want to tiptoe on the edge of her limits and then push a little harder.

I rub the heat into her red skin and lean over her, careful not to put too much weight on her burning flesh. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Are you okay?”

Emerson nods into the pillow she’s crying into. Her cheeks are tear stained and pink just like her ass and I can’t help but smile. She looks so fucking beautiful when she cries. I know that makes me sound like a fucking sociopath, and hell, I am one, but her tears are like crack to me. If I could, I would bathe in them. “I’m okay,” she pants.

“Do you need to say your safe word?” I ask. I don’t think she’ll use it unless I give her a real reason, and she’s not even close to her limit yet, but I have to ask. I love her pain. I crave her tears. But I never want to hurt her. The pain I want to inflict is only to unlock a new level of pleasure for her.

She shakes her head slightly. “No, keep going.”

A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth. She likes it.

Emerson fought like I knew she would, but as soon as I got her here, as soon as I had her at my mercy, she was like putty in my hands, loving everything I give her.

I reposition myself behind her and start massaging the hot flesh of her ass. I need to get the rest of her punishment over with so I can sink right into her tight little pussy like I’ve been dreaming since the first time I laid eyes on her.