Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,2

like the sight of her pretty pink pussy to keep my aching cock throbbing, my balls tight as drums. I was ready to fuck her.

But first, much needed discipline.

I delivered four hard strikes in a row, savoring the way goosebumps popped along every inch of naked skin.

“Oh. Oh...” She tossed her head, her long fingers clamping around the edge of the table as her legs kicked out.

“Be a good girl and remain in position or your punishment will be that much worse.”

She shot me a daring gaze, her entire face gleaming from the hint of anguish as well as excitement. There was no doubting her arousal, her raging need to submit.

And I was the man to provide everything she required.

As I continued to give her strike after strike, her body undulated, her face shimmering as she whimpered, her fists clenching. My cock throbbed, my balls remaining tight. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her. I smacked her upper thighs, my gaze drifting to her pussy lips glistening from her pooling wetness.

Unable to take it any longer, I dropped the tawse and dragged her to the edge of the table, making certain her legs remained apart. The second I rubbed the tips of my fingers down her back, she jerked up, arching. Every inch of her body was exquisite, reacting to my touches in a way I wouldn’t have believed only a month before.

She was learning to surrender.

To my every need.

To my dark desires.

To the man who now owned her.

I unfastened my belt, taking several deep breaths. When I freed my shaft, I rubbed my hand down to the base, squeezing until it became painful. I was a sadistic man, refusing to take no for an answer. Some would call me a monster.

For the lovely woman who’d entered into my world, she called me Master.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” I said in a gruff tone before gripping her thigh with one hand as I positioned the tip of my cock with the other. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the very second my cockhead slipped past her swollen folds, stretching her tight muscles. The moan erupting from the core of her being only fueled my fire, increasing the raging beast as it clawed its way to the surface. All time seemed to stop as I thrust the entire length of my cock inside, smiling as she tilted back her head and whimpered.

She’d fought to overcome me, to thwart my authority every time we were together until she was unable to resist the call deep within her to surrender.

As I plunged hard and deep, the force shoving her against the table, she tossed her head from side to side. Her reactions were exactly as I’d hoped, adding to the adrenaline flowing into every cell and muscle. I could fuck her for days. There wasn’t a part of her body I didn’t own, including her heart and soul.

With every savage plunge, I knew there was no stopping my actions. A growl erupted from my throat as I pounded into her, her juice slickening my aching cock. When she was fucked long and hard, I eased my shaft into the air, sliding the tip into the crack in her ass.

“Now, I fuck you in the ass. Remember, my sweet woman, every hole belongs to me.”

A cold wave shifted over my body. Suddenly, my eyes were desperate to open, my heart thudding rapidly.

I stared up at the ceiling, unable to focus. Blinking several times, spotted, ugly ceiling tile was a clear reminder that I might just be in hell. There wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t ache and as I struggled to lift my arm, I realized after a few seconds that an IV line was sticking out of my arm.

My thoughts all over the place, I finally became cognizant that I was in a hospital bed. Exhaling, the deep breath created an ache in my chest. The sounds of machines did nothing but piss me off. A freaking hospital. What. The. Fuck? Huffing, I closed my eyes, a series of vivid pictures rushing into my mind, one rolling after the other. My car. Tumbling. Breaking glass. While the memories of the accident were mere flashes, images of darkness, I would never forget the sound of the crash.

The crunching metal.

Glass flying.

Or the few voices that filtered into my mind after what seemed like a lifetime of agony. I would never forget the cold, the same harsh chill remaining in my body.

“He’s awake.”

Christopher’s