Armored Hearts by Angela Knight Read Free Book Online

years of being a vampire.
    Capturing and cuffing her wrists one by one, he paused to contemplate her pretty backside with wolfish anticipation.
    Then he proceeded to turn that delicious little butt a bright rosy pink, dotted with handprints.

Chapter Four
     
    Zara had fantasized about being spanked so many times. Imagined the sting of a hard palm landing on her ass, the rough growl of a male voice rumbling orders.
    There was something that just got to her about being helpless like this. About the sound of his hand igniting a fire in her ass with those ruthless swats. Yeah, it hurt more than she expected -- enough to have her cursing and yowling by turns. But it was also more arousing than her hottest fantasy.
    And the way he looked at her, all blazing lust. Yet something in his eyes made her feel… beautiful. And, oddly, safe. As if she could trust him to protect her, could just surrender, knowing he wouldn’t go too far. As if his focus was more on what she wanted, needed, than on his own desires.
    Which wasn’t to say he didn’t thoroughly enjoy beating her ass. She was acutely aware of the long velvet-skinned arch of his cock against her ribs as he held her in place across his lap.
    He paused his furious swats. She lay over his hard thighs, panting. Wondering what he planned to do to her now.
    He brushed his fingers delicately across the curve of her ass. “Very pretty. Very… pink.” Laughter infused his voice. “How’d you like that, captive?”
    Wildly aroused, wanting only to incite him to do something else equally delicious, she spat the first thing that came into her head. “Fuck off!”
    The next impact of palm on butt was so hard, she damned near swallowed her tongue. “Now, is that any way to talk to your captor? I asked you a question, prisoner.” Swat ! “How.” Swat ! “Did.” Swat ! “You.” Swat ! “Like.” Swat ! “That?”
    Given the pain radiating from the site of that last blow, Zara swallowed the impulse to spit another obscenity. Silence ticked.
    “Maybe I’ll just check for myself.” A finger brushed the swollen lips of her pussy. Slid between them to dip into her core.
    Both of them groaned at the thick, slick cream he found there.
    “Mmm,” he purred. “Seems you enjoyed your spanking almost as much as I did.” This time two fingers dipped into her. Pushed deep even as his thumb strummed over her clit. Once. Twice. Playing her pussy, strumming notes of heat and delight with every inward dip and thumb swirl. “This is a really nice pussy you’ve got here. So very wet and tight. I can’t wait to drive my cock into it.”
    Judging by the broad heat of his erection butting against her ribs, she could believe it. Imagining how delicious it would feel, she wanted to beg. “Don’t!”
    He stilled. “Do you want to abort?”
    The cold wording slapped her back to sanity. He was asking if she wanted to use the safe word he’d given her as a way to call a halt. For a moment, she wanted to use it, just to find out whether he really would stop. Especially given the goad of that iron hard on.
    “No! No, I don’t want to stop!” Which was why he’d given her a code to begin with -- so he could tell whether she really meant stop, or had just lost herself in playing the role of reluctant captive.
    “You sure about that?” He jerked his fingers from her pussy and hit her ass again in another juicy slap.
    “Oowww! Yes, dammit! I’m sure! Do not abort!”
    “In that case…” He opened his knees wide, dumping her on the floor, though he held her waist to make sure she didn’t hit too hard. Rising to his feet, he pulled her onto her knees.
    Face to head with his cock. A teardrop of pre-cum beaded on its slit, a glistening testament to his arousal. “Put that pretty mouth to good use.” He wrapped a big fist in her hair and pulled her in, his free hand guiding the big shaft between the lips she opened for him.
    He tasted of salt and man as he filled her mouth, hot and thick