Unwilling Pawn by Measha Stone

Chapter 28

Amelia

I stood in the bathroom staring at the door separating me from the bedroom. Christian was on the other side of the door, waiting for me to get into bed. It was late, already past midnight and we were both worn out from the day.

I’d spend the afternoon with the construction crew Christian had hired for the renovations at the store. It was a beautiful building, but it needed a lot of love before I would be able to open the doors. But it was worth it.

“Amelia, you are coming out?” Christian called.

I swallowed hard and inhaled a deep breath, gathering my courage. Before I could talk myself out of it, I yanked the door open and walked into the bedroom. Completely nude.

Christian plugged his phone into the charger on his nightstand. “I thought you just needed to brush your teeth,” he joked as he turned around. Once his eyes caught sight of me, his smile fell and the fierceness that I craved took over.

“I was wrong, Christian.” I dug my fingernails into the sides of my legs. I wouldn’t back down now. I couldn’t. Christian had taken a huge leap with the store, with his heart, and it was time I did the same.

“About what?” he asked, lifting his gaze from my nakedness to my eyes.

“You. Me. Everything. I shouldn’t have closed you off like that. I should have heard you out.” I swallowed. “I mean, I was upset, but that’s not a good reason to have treated you so coldly.”

“Maybe not,” he agreed. A month ago, he probably would have hauled me across the bed and cracked his belt over my ass. It would have burned and ached, and the next day we would have been back on track.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He stared at me for a long pause. “And you think an ‘I’m sorry’ is good enough?” His voice darkened, sending a thrill straight to my clit.

“No.” I shook my head.

He’d already changed into his pajama pants, making it obvious that his cock was reacting to the situation.

“Get my belt, Amelia. It’s hanging on the back of the closet door.” He motioned with his chin.

My mouth dried, but I reminded myself this was what I wanted. What I needed. I padded across the room to the closet and retrieved the leather beast from the hook. It was heavy in my hands as I carried it back to him.

He took it from me. “Over the edge of the bed, ass high up in the air,” he directed. He was back to being the disciplinarian, the strict master I’d come to crave.

I brought a pillow closer to me and leaned my forearms into it. Ready to scream into it if I needed to.

“Tell me again you want this.” He came to stand at my side.

“Please, Christian.” I looked over my shoulder up at him. “Punish me.”

He pressed his lips together and inhaled hard through his nose. “You couldn’t be more perfect, sweet girl.” He put his hand on the small of my back while the other drew back with the belt. “But this is going to hurt, baby.”

I barely had heard the words before the first fire lash landed across my ass. I screamed, rising up on my toes, but Christian wouldn’t give me a break. One lash after another landed across my ass, down my thighs, until I was a sobbing mess.

One hard lash across the upcurve of my ass and he stopped, tossing the belt to the floor.

“Sweet girl,” he spoke softly as he traced a welt across my ass with his fingers. “You needed that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I sniffled as I regained my composure.

“You needed the pain?” He reached lower, between my legs. Swiping his fingers through my folds he had his answer. I was slick and wanting.

“I needed you,” I said. He’d been so soft, so yielding the past few days it was driving me crazy. It was this part of him, the harshness, the fierceness that gave security. I could push this man, and he wouldn’t topple over.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back, tossing me into the middle of the bed. The hot tenderness of my ass hit the comforter and I yelped. He grinned down at me.

“Ass hurts, doesn’t it baby?” He shoved off his bottoms, and his thick, hard cock bounded forward.

“It does.” I nodded, spreading my thighs for him, needing the fucking as much as I needed the whipping.

He climbed on the bed, one knee then the other before covering my body with his. His hand sank into my hair as his mouth pressed down on mine. I would never stop feeling the power of his kiss. Or how completely owned and cherished it made me feel when he claimed me that way.

“Tell me you want it, Amelia,” he growled against my ear.

“Fuck me, Christian. Fuck me so hard.” I pulled my knees back.

He lined up his gaze with mine and plowed forward. One powerful thrust and he filled me. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass.

The headboard hit the wall as he fucked me harder and harder, with more intensity than ever before. This was a reclaiming.

“Christian.” I grabbed hold of his shoulder, digging my nails into his flesh. He’d brought me to the edge so quickly, with such force I couldn’t stop myself from barreling over the edge.

“Good girl,” he ground out, still pumping his cock into me.

“Fuck!” Bright lights burst behind my eyelids. My body tensed and sagged and tensed again as the rollercoaster of my release carried me away.

“Such a good girl.” He kissed my cheeks. “Spread your legs more, baby, more.” He pushed my thighs apart wider and plowed into me again and again. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck.” He pulled back, then thrust forward hard, stilling over me as his own release washed over him.

A calmness came over me when his forehead fell forward onto mine, both of us trying to catch our breath.

“I love you, Christian,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, Amelia.” He kissed me. “Forever.”