Darkness Bound by J. T. Geissinger Read Free Book Online

Control. And I don’t want your pity! Do you understand me?”
    Scary-beautiful. Her first impression of him had been exactly right. And he was definitely right about being in control, because at that moment it was impossible for her to move with his bulk pressing down against her and her hands bound by his.
    That thought made her hyperaware of their nakedness, of all the tiny details of his body against hers. Her breasts crushed beneath the hard expanse of his chest, his heart pounding against hers, little tickles from the hairs on his legs, his strength, and the hardness of his body . . .
    The hardness between his legs, throbbing hot against her thigh even as he glared bloody murder down at her.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ve never done this before and I felt . . . I felt like it wasn’t fair to you. It seemed like . . . when you kissed me . . .” She moistened her lips, cursing the heat in her face and the hitch in her voice. “Like it upset you. I hated that, and I thought . . . I thought maybe—”
    “I know exactly what you thought,” he interrupted, still angry but calmer, his tone more even than before. “But you’re forgetting something important.”
    Jack swallowed, waiting for the proverbial hammer to drop.
    A hint of a smile curved his lips. “I’m a guy. For a guy, this is pretty much the dream job. I get paid to do the thing I love most; it doesn’t get better than that.”
    Relieved that he seemed mollified by her apology and appeared to be letting the moment pass, and simultaneously amused at his deadpan joke, Jack pressed the smile from her own lips and asked him seriously, “If this is a job, that means I’m your boss, at least for tonight . . . right?”
    His brows quirked. He shifted his weight atop her, pressing his pelvis down with added pressure so that his erection dug deeper into her thigh.
    In a voice more breathless than she would have liked, Jack said, “Well, I have a few tasks I’d like you to complete,” and squirmed beneath him.
    “Oh no.” His small smile grew wider, his eyes grew dark. “You tore up your boss-lady card when you were attacked by a case of conscience. I’ll be calling the shots from here on out.”
    Before she could scream or move or even breathe, Hawk had flipped them both over and was perched on the edge of the bed with her body spread over his bent knees and her behind in the air, as she stared down in shock at shag carpet the color of the inside of a rancid avocado.
    He said, “You might want to find something to hold onto,” and slapped her on the ass so hard she couldn’t even scream.
    The second blow remedied that.
    She shrieked and bucked, desperate to get away from the stinging pain that kept raining down as he continued to spank her mercilessly, his forearm pressed against her back and his hand fisted in her hair so she was utterly helpless.
    “The more you struggle, the longer this lasts. Your choice.”
    It went far, far beyond sexy or playful; this was serious. This hurt . Her toes clenched into the carpet, she grabbed onto the edge of the nightstand and tried to drag herself away, but he was much too strong. Nothing worked. He spanked her again, and again, rhythmically, striking one side of her bottom, then the other, then down her thighs, then back to the starting point.
    “Stop!” she gasped between cries of pain. “Please—Hawk—no—I don’t like this!”
    “Stop struggling, then,” he calmly replied, and she knew with absolute certainty that that was the only way this was going to end. She stilled, squeezed her eyes shut, and bit back the sob that wanted to rise in her throat.
    The moment she stopped moving, he stopped the torture and began to gently rub her behind, soothing her flaming flesh with feather-light strokes. “Good girl.”
    Jack was abruptly furious.
    “What the fuck !” she yelled, craning her neck over her shoulder to look at him.
    “Another thing.” His other hand