Every Part of You Taunts Me by Megan Hart Read Free Book Online Page A

“Shhh.”
    She hushed.
    She waited.
    This moment, before the real pain came, was always both the best and the worst. The rising anticipation. She forced herself not to hold her breath. Not to tense. She forced herself to be patient, though that had never been her nature.
    The first smack was too soft. She’d have laughed aloud if she hadn’t been sure that would hurt his feelings too much. He ran a hand over her back, as though testing the mark he’d left, and that sent another spate of shivers all through her.
    “Tell me why you like the pain,” Elliott said, and hit her.
    Hard.
    “Oh, fuck,” she said. “Oh, because … because…”
    Again.
    “Because when it hurts all I can think about is that!” Simone cried. “And when all I can think about is that, everything else falls away and I can get lost in feeling good…!”
    Again the belt came down on her bare skin, and Elliott may never have beaten a woman with his belt before, but he sure as fuck knew how to go about doing it just right. Over and over, each blow placed just a little lower than the first, though he stayed far away from her lower back, where hitting her kidneys would’ve done more than make her hurt for a little while.
    The pain built until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, but there was always just a little more that she could take. Every so often, Elliott paused to pass a hand down her back, as though testing the welts. And then, once, he kissed her shoulder where it hurt particularly bad.
    She gasped at the pressure of his lips on flesh gone so sensitive all it took was the brush of his mouth to send a fresh wave of pleasure pain through her. His hand slid between her legs. Fingers inside, though not touching her clit, and he didn’t move them. Not even to stroke in and out of her.
    “I want to feel it when you come,” he told her.
    “Kiss me there again.”
    He did.
    She came. Hard enough to weaken her knees. Yes. Hard enough that her fingers slipped and scrabbled on the edge of the dresser when she almost fell from the force of it. Turning her, Elliott caught her up and found her mouth with his. He kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips while his fingers stayed deep inside her, and she came and came and came.
    Trembling, breathless, feeling a little woozy and sick, Simone shook in his arms. She clung to him and wept, not from fear or pain, but from simple, sheer release. Elliott scooped her up and carried her to the bed, where he sat down and cradled her on his lap.
    Simone tucked her head against him, letting herself come down from all of it. His cock had softened, though when she shifted on his lap it gave a flattering throb. She reached between them to stroke him as best she could.
    “I want you to feel good, too,” she whispered.
    Elliott tensed for a second. Then gave an embarrassed laugh. “Um.”
    Surprised, Simone pushed away a little to look at him. “You … did?”
    “You were so sexy,” he told her, not looking her in the eyes.
    She took his chin in her hand and turned him until he met her gaze. “Elliott. Did you come in your pants when you were beating me with that belt?”
    He smiled.
    She smiled, too, and kissed him. Then she let him hold her close while neither of them said anything else.
    *   *   *
    Elliott woke to full daylight and the smell of coffee and bacon. His sheets had tangled around his feet, and he tossed around in bed for a moment or so, disoriented. Wincing at the ache in his shoulder muscles, everything from last night–hell, it had been only a few hours ago, really–came back to him. He sat straight up in bed.
    “Shit,” he said aloud. “Simone.”
    She was downstairs wearing the dress she’d worn when she’d showed up on his doorstep, but over it she wore one of his dress shirts, half unbuttoned and tied at the waist. Her wet hair lay sleek against her head, and she turned a fresh scrubbed face toward him when he came into the kitchen.
    “I’m making some breakfast.