Part 13 (1/2)
”No-”
”I want you to. Spank me. Do it!”
Jonas had been through enough with this woman already. Almost being hit over the head with his own poker. The ridiculous pleasure of building a snowman with her. The most amazing s.e.x he'd ever had in his life. Followed by Lily's total withdrawal and insults when he'd told her Evan Butler was dead. Her threats and ultimatums when he'd refused to accompany her to her apartment. The fact that she totally disobeyed me after I told her to stay put in the hallway.
These past few days with Lily had been full of emotion, the whole gamut, from anger to pa.s.sion. Jonas's normally ordered life felt like it had been dragged through a wringer and then pulled back the other way again. Enough was enough. And he'd had more than enough.
”Fine.” He unfastened her jeans and pulled them and her panties down before sitting on the sofa to lay her across his muscular thighs, then removed them completely.
Jonas put one hand on her back to hold her firmly in place and landed the first slap on her perfectly rounded, bare backside with the other. He felt the impact of that slap all the way up his arm. Lily's yelp of pain told him he hadn't held back in the slightest.
”Again,” she breathed.
Jonas had no intention of stopping now that he'd started. There was too much adrenaline rus.h.i.+ng through him, too much frustration, his control in danger of snapping completely as he landed slap after measured slap against her bared flesh.
He could feel the increasing heat of that flesh against his palm as Lily's yelps turned to groans. Of pleasure, not pain. That pleasure, along with the delicious scent of her arousal, caused his c.o.c.k to harden and throb, ache to be inside her.
”Lily-”
”Don't stop, Jonas,” she groaned. ”I'm so close. So close...”
His hand on her back kept her in place while his other hand moved between her thighs, feeling how wet she was. His fingers stroked along her swollen nether lips. One stroke of her pulsing c.l.i.t, and she shuddered and quaked in her release, spasm after spasm that caused the juices to gush from her p.u.s.s.y and soak his fingers while he drew every last ounce of her pleasure from her trembling body.
”Again,” she breathed longingly.
Jonas had never pleasured a woman this way before, but maybe it was what they both needed? The restrained violence a release of his own tensions, the pleasure a release for Lily's?
Didn't really matter why or how. He slapped her quivering flesh again and again, Jonas breathing hard from his own arousal and the exertion by the time she cried out her release for a second time.
Those cries quickly turned to choked sobs when Lily began to cry. Deep, racking sobs that shook her whole body.
”d.a.m.n it, you should have told me I was hurting you-”
”You weren't.”
”But-”
”You didn't hurt me, Jonas.” Lily stood before straddling his thighs, wincing slightly as her sore bottom made contact with his jeans. ”I- It was so intense,” she acknowledged, brus.h.i.+ng the tears from her cheeks. ”I'd thought after our lovemaking this morning that nothing else could be that intense- I was wrong. But you were right about my not being able to sit down comfortably,” she acknowledged ruefully as she leaned forward slightly so that she could rest her head against his shoulder and ease the pressure from her burning flesh.
Jonas wrapped his arms around her. ”I didn't hurt you?”
She shook her head, hair a glossy black in the moonlight. ”I deserved it.”
He nodded. ”Because you're willful. Stubborn. Pigheaded. Untamed and untamable. Shall I go on?”
”Better not.” She chuckled wearily. ”But, in my defense, this time I disobeyed you because I was worried about you-”
”I can take care of myself.”
”And everyone else.” She nodded. ”But I was still worried about you.”
”Why?”
He sounded so genuinely surprised by her concern that Lily's heart ached. For him. Because Jonas really didn't see it. Didn't understand that someone could care enough about him to be worried when he put himself in danger. It made her feel ashamed of her reaction to her brothers' overprotectiveness. They might be a pain in the a.s.s, but at least she had a family that cared about her, whereas Jonas- ”What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?”
Lily looked up at Jonas in surprise, only to realize, as she saw he was looking toward the doorway rather than at her, that he wasn't talking to her.
A giant of a man, almost as tall and muscular as Jonas himself, stood silhouetted in that doorway, dark hair long to his shoulders, even darker eyes narrowed as he looked at the two of them.
A man Lily had never seen before.
Chapter 11.
”I asked what you're doing here, Seth?”
Seth? Who the h.e.l.l was Seth? And what was he doing at her apartment?
”Why are you sitting here in darkness-”
”Don't put on the light,” Jonas rasped at the same time as he attempted to pull Lily's sweater down over her naked thighs.
Just in time too, because the other man took absolutely no notice of the instruction as he switched on the overhead light. ”Oh.” He turned the light off again.
Lily's cheeks blushed a fiery red as she realized what he must have seen in that brief moment of light: her jeans and panties thrown on the floor, while she sat half-naked on the thighs of a fully dressed Jonas. No doubt her hair was all over the place too, lips puffy from where she had been chewing on them as Jonas spanked and pleasured her.
As Jonas spanked and pleasured me.
Because she had asked him to. To punish her. To arouse her. To pleasure her.
Dear G.o.d, even the air was thick with the perfume of her arousal and release.
”If this is a nightmare, please wake me up,” she groaned as she buried the heat of her face against Jonas's shoulder.
”I've been called some things in my time, but never a nightmare before,” the man named Seth drawled-instantly confirming he was all too real.
Jonas sighed. ”Wait outside in the hallway until I call you.”
”That isn't very polite, Jonas,” the other man taunted.
”Polite went out the window the moment you walked in here without knocking.”
”The door was open.”
”Because the f.u.c.king lock is broken.”
”I noticed that.”