Transgressions by Carolyn Faulkner (thriller books to read .TXT) 📗

She didn't think her nipples could get any harder, despite the fact that he'd renewed the atrocious sting in her behind that had just barely begun to calm, or probably because of that. He was behaving like a textbook Dom—like all of the ones she'd read about when she was lonely and alone and wanting him and terrified to admit it, knowing she could never, ever have him. Ally could feel the flood gushing between her legs, but she was torn. This was wrong! She shouldn't become involved with him this way. It would just complicate everything about her life—and his!

But she wanted it. She wanted him. More than enough to throw caution to the wind. Just this once. Just to see what it would be like to have him. To let him have her. To surrender to him the way she'd always wanted to with the other men she'd allowed to discipline her, although something always held her back from doing so.

And he was that something. She didn't want to experience that kind of submission with anyone but him. She'd known instinctively that, with anyone but him, it would be a thoroughly disappointing experience.

But he was as different from those wannabe Doms as pizza was to a wedding cake. Enzo hadn't asked for permission to punish her. It would never occur to him to ask. He'd just done it, because it was what he'd seen fit to do.

And, as much as she rarely admitted it to herself, and never, ever to him, he had been exactly right when he'd supposed that it was just what she'd needed. He was just what she needed.

Enzo stood behind her now, watching them and her alternately, as his hands slowly, excruciatingly slowly, made their way up from her hips, over a quivering tummy, his fingers discerning her ribs and almost tickling her, then, finally, settling where she'd wanted them to be all this time—cupping her breasts firmly, not tentative in the least, rubbing the sides of his thumbs over their smooth sides, then around to the top and down just slightly, but still not taking what was right there, what was straining and plumping and aching for him.

His first touch of her nipples was depressingly underwhelming as he pressed his palms over them, massaging slowly.

Ally did give in to a childish impulse and stomped her foot this time, only to hear him chuckle at her.

"Someone is impatient. Luckily," he whispered against the tender back of her neck, "someone's not in charge. I am."

He dragged his fingers over them and then his palms, but avoided them completely at times until Ally reached behind her and took his cock in her hand and felt quite satisfied as he jumped against her fingers and groaned.

"I thought that might get your attention," she purred in a self-satisfied tone, stroking him slowly.

She did not expect the crisp swat that had her yelping and abandoning her pursuit in favor of trying to cover herself. "Put your hands by your sides, Allegra," he growled into her ear, then nipped it somewhat less than playfully.

She did as she was told grudgingly, still hoping that she had made her point.

But instead, he took her hand, and after kissing the back of it, he began to lead her in the direction of what she knew was the only bedroom on this floor.

It was enormous but sparsely furnished in various shades of gray, cream and maroon. Once inside, he closed the door, then turned to her with a very determined look in his eye, enough so that she began to take a step back for every one he took forward until the backs of her calves met with the edge of the bed.

But he didn't stop coming towards her, bearing her down onto the bed with a thigh between her legs, keeping them separated when she would have preferred to close them against him to maintain some sort of defense against being totally vulnerable with him. But trying to didn't make it happen. He wasn't taking the hint. In fact, he'd moved them up the bed to the pillows, all the while keeping her open to him until his head could take the place of his leg.

That had Ally in a full-blown panic, reaching down and trying to urge him away—which was like trying to move a brick wall—but also trying to twist herself out from under him, neither of which worked, and the only thing she succeeded in doing was getting herself close to being in trouble yet again.

He had batted at her hands to discourage her from trying to dissuade him, smacking the backs of them, but then he just rolled her over a bit and swatted her backside instead.

"You are not to interfere with me when we're in bed, Ally." He said it as if he expected that this was only the first time of many! "Unlike your parents, I think you have a good idea that I won't hesitate to dole out unpleasant consequences if you displease me with your behavior."

She froze in place immediately from the heady combination of the threat of another spanking and his deep voiced scolding, not to mention the fact that he sounded as if he thought this was going to be the first time of many. She wanted to continue to wrestle and eventually get away from him, but she knew those for the pipe dreams they were. He was much too big and determined, and she had a feeling he'd never let her go.

And, she quickly realized that wasn't necessarily such a bad feeling—especially when she let him roll her back over and found his lips inches from the spot she so desperately wanted them to claim, having to fight the desperate urge to offer herself up to him lewdly.

But before he did that, while she was splayed open, a leg trapped over each of his shoulders, he reached up and began