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“Understood.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

“D
o you feel like you just got reamed in the ass?”

“I wouldn’t know how that feels,” Ethan replied, placing his hand on Taryn’s lower back. They had just disembarked from the elevator and were walking down the hall to their room. There was an unsettling feeling in the air, as if something ominous were about to happen. He used to get this feeling in the Corps right before an artillery strike occurred. He didn’t like it now any more than he did then. He pulled the hotel keycard out of his back pocket. “Let’s get you out of sight.”

“You feel it too?” Taryn inquired softly, looking up and down the hall. “We know that Ryland is here. So much for my specialized skillset.”

“Your skillset is critical on ninety-nine percent of the cases we work on.” Ethan slid the card into the slot and activated the lock to release. “Ryland is the exception. He knows how to stay off of the grid.”

They both entered the cool room and Taryn immediately crossed to the small security feed that she’d set up upon arriving. When she nodded slightly, she’d indicated that everything was clear. No one had invaded their intimate space while they were gone. Unfortunately it didn’t relieve this threatening vibe that had descended upon them.

“Come here,” Ethan ordered, needing to alter the way their evening was headed. They had time to themselves and they needed to take advantage of every second they could…life was too precious to waste. “Kiss me.”

Taryn removed her hip holster first, placing her weapon on the desk. She walked her petite sensual form over to him and then placed her palms flat on his chest. While he couldn’t feel her skin, he sure as hell felt her heat. He didn’t move, wanting her to continue and needing to know she wanted this as much as he did. She rose on her tiptoes and finally ran one hand up to cup the back of his neck. She drew his lips to hers and their breath mingled for a few seconds, causing him to think of them as joined.

“Make me come alive, Ethan. Make me feel your strength.”

Ethan would have given anything to have her back at his place, where they would have the entire inventory for whatever scene he chose. This hotel room was limited to what and how things could be done, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t come up with an answer to her request. He still had a few things in his newly acquired bag of tricks that would give her what she needed with a little creative thinking combined with his experienced eye.

Taryn’s lips touched his and that was all he needed to then take control. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and drew them behind her back, pulling her up on her tiptoes. Their lips met and it was if the outside world faded away—and with it the people trying to destroy what they had together. He drank from her, explored the recesses of her mouth, and damn near threw her on the bed to take what he wanted. He pulled back just in time.

“Go into the bathroom and undress. When I come in, I want your palms resting on the sink with your ass out and your feet shoulder width apart waiting for the spanking you seem to be craving.” Ethan stepped back and was pleased to see her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush at his command. It sent a rush of adrenaline through him and he felt himself hardening with anticipation. They both really needed this impending release. “Now.”

Ethan waited until she was out of the room to go through the remaining items he’d purchased at the adult store a few blocks over from their hotel. He wished he had his usual toy bag, but that would have to be retrieved from Masters. Constructing scenes at the club together would have to be something they would discuss in the future. He wondered how much of an exhibitionist she would turn out to be. She seemed quite confident in herself. It was something they could explore together once the immediate threat was neutralized. As for now he was very content with playing in private. Providing she was with him, everything was perfect.

He opened the packages and then used the toy cleaner he’d purchased along with the items to disinfect them before and after each use. He then snatched up one of the hotel’s complimentary hangers and removed the steel flat clips, knowing these would give her the bite she needed. The only drawback from the real item was they weren’t adjustable for an increased level of control. He did take time to loosen the spring with his Leatherman multi-tool and reform the tips to accommodate for a slightly rounded grip. He wanted her to feel the bite of the makeshift clamp, but he also didn’t want to hurt her. She wasn’t a masochist, but a little pressure would carry her a long way. Once that was completed, he undressed but carried his weapon with him to ensure they had one close at hand. When he pushed open the door, Taryn was positioned exactly as he wanted her with her eyes glued to his in the mirror. She was an absolute vision.

Ethan didn’t say anything as he laid the large oval paddle on the sink in front of her and then went about placing the waterproof vibrator in the shape of a very large cock with a clit stimulator on the five-inch edge of the tub. She was very competitive and using that in their scenes would always be to his advantage—pleasure versus pain and degrees of both. He hadn’t bothered to add lubricant, for he knew that by the time he was done with the paddle she’d be dripping her own wet cream down its shaft.

“I’ve been neglecting your breasts, but that’s about to change.” Ethan placed himself behind her, although he could see her image perfectly in the mirror. She wasn’t looking at him anymore though. Her attention was focused on the suctioned vibrator and he knew she was fixated on the size. “Look at me.”

Ethan held up the bright steel clips while reaching around her with his other hand. He proceeded to tug slightly on her hardened nipple, rolling the pebble between his fingers. He didn’t let up until she started to shift her body, indicating she needed something more. He was about to give that to her.

“Ethan—”

“You only concentrate on me. Don’t think about what comes next or what I have planned.” Ethan gradually allowed the clamp to bite down around Taryn’s stiff nipple. Her lips parted and her eyes widened at the pressure and he was glad that he’d taken the time to adjust the springs. She never would have been able to take the full tension of the flat clips with that degree of pain. As it was the pressure was strong enough to keep her focused on the here and now. He fastened the other clip and though she hung her head, she never moved from her position. “Feel the weight on your nipples.”

Ethan ran his palm over Taryn’s smooth curved flesh of her ass, amazed at the defined muscles she’d acquired from her rigorous training. There was no ample flesh to deflect the cracks of his paddle, but there didn’t need to be. It was the act of a spanking alone that brought Taryn arousal.

“Every smack of the paddle will have your nipples feeling the pressure of those clamps,” Ethan murmured, still caressing her backside. He let his fingers trail up her spine and then back down, loving the goose bumps that were left in his wake. He followed her crevice down to the heart of her womanhood, tucked in between her legs. He immediately felt her cream and he understood that the preparation alone had her desire ratcheting higher. “Wager.”

Taryn’s head whipped up until her warm brown gaze met his. She loved competition and Ethan was well aware that she utilized it within this part of herself. She thrived on it and he would always give her what she needed. There was no right or wrong within this lifestyle as long as things remained safe, sane, and consensual. If she required a rivalry between them as a way to please him, then he would see to it that was what she was given.

“If you come before I give you permission, you’ll go the remainder of the week with no relief—even if I have to go out and purchase a chastity belt.” Ethan saw the gleam in Taryn’s eyes and he knew that meant game on. “I want your eyes on mine, are we clear?”

“Yes,” Taryn said, practically whistling the word when she saw him reach for the paddle.

Ethan figured she was expecting him to immediately instigate the first smack with the flat end of the implement, but instead he took his time running the smooth leather up the back side of her leg and down the other. He wanted the material warm and there was no better way than to acquire it from her body. Numerous times he stroked her skin until he saw her muscles relax. She never removed her eyes from his face.

Lightly Ethan started to pepper her calves with gentle pats. Her feet were still shoulder width apart, giving him more than enough room to run a finger through her folds. The small hiss from her quick inhalation told him that she was more than ready for this spanking.

Pulling back and then bringing the paddle down on her right cheek, the smack resounded in the air but was immediately followed by the guttural groan she emitted. Once again he rubbed the leather over her heated flesh. Doing this a few more times, she wasn’t expecting the harder whack to her left cheek and she lifted slightly on her tiptoes, her muscles tightening.

“There will come a time that I have you bound to the spanking bench, where you won’t be able to move an inch.” Ethan ran the black rawhide over the sting and then immediately showered her ass with multiple taps. This time he didn’t stop as he ramped up the influence. “Would you like that?”

“Yes.” Taryn breathed the word, her eyes clouding over in arousal as she held on to the sink with a little more strength than before. Her fingers were now curled underneath the countertop while her palm rested on the edge. “Oh!”

Ethan smiled when he’d purposefully lowered the paddle to catch the sensitive underside of her now pink bottom. The delicate skin would match the color of her ass by the time he was done. He resumed her spanking, although he reached around and tapped on the clip.

“Shit.” Taryn inhaled loudly and leaned her head back, digesting the dual sensations. “I—”

“Did you just cuss in a scene?” Ethan asked, not really expecting an answer. She probably hadn’t even realized she’d said it. “You just earned yourself an extra few minutes of this when you could have had that vibrator inside of your pussy.”

Now his words had caught her attention. Ethan saw that she flicked her gaze to where he’d placed the toy, but he would be true to his word. She wasn’t in control of their scenes and she didn’t get to say anything she wanted. He would make her wait the extended time and endure the additional spanking while she took the time to realize that.

Putting more force behind the smacks, Ethan continued to play with the clamp closest to him. If he wasn’t mistaken, there was a slight whimper coming from her throat. Taryn had such a beautiful blissful look on her face that his semi-hard cock was now fully erect.

“Is there anything else you’d like to say?” Ethan asked once her additional minutes were up. She shook her head, never removing her gaze from his. Taryn’s ass was a beautiful shade of pink, and if the cream dripping from her inner thighs was any indication she was more than ready to take on the large vibrator. The muscles in her legs were straining and she was beginning to bounce ever so slightly. “Answer me.”

“No, there’s nothing else.”

“Good.” Ethan knew that it was ingrained in her to cuss like a sailor. After all, she’d been in the Navy. But there was no place for that within their scenes. He wanted to hear something else entirely. “Tell me you want to take that massive cock into your pussy.”

Ethan set down the paddle on the countertop and then pulled her just off balance toward him. Her back melded to his front and his cock settled perfectly in between her warm crevice, and yet the sword of Damocles remained poised. Her backside was beyond warm from the paddle.

“I’d rather have your cock,” Taryn murmured, following his lead and lifting her arms until her hands were laced behind his neck. Ethan leaned down and kissed her shoulder, trailing fingers down each side of her breasts. Without hesitation he released the clips to allow her nipples to have circulation. She gasped. “Son of a bitch!”

Ethan bit into her shoulder when she started to lower her hands to cover the now aching flesh. She might have actually lightly stomped her right foot, but first he needed to deal with her potty mouth. He smiled around his hold of her skin, liking that she was reacting exactly as he’d planned for the layout of this scene.