Capturing Kate (19 page)

Sloan put a hand on the small of her back, rubbed. “Breathe, Kate. Breath deep. In, out. That’s it. I know it hurts. You’re getting more of these, so you need to stay calm and take them. It’s supposed to hurt like hell, and you know that. Ask me to keep going.”

She forced out the words. “Please keep punishing me, Sloan.”

The switch landed below the last stripe, making her cry out, unintelligible words and muttering. He gave the next three in quick succession, and she jerked her hips, twitching and trembling with the exertion to stay in place. When he was done with the five, she rubbed her face into the blanket, sobbing. “Please stop now. It hurts so much.”

He walked around the bed to examine her face. “Kate? No, we’re going to finish. These last five are going to be very hard and painful. After I finish, you’re going to thank me for punishing you and ask me to do it again any time I deem it necessary. Is that clear?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. It’s clear.”

“All right. Brace yourself. You can do this.”

She took a deep breath, but was utterly unprepared for the severe bite that landed across both cheeks. She jumped up, but Sloan caught her and laid her back down. “Kate. Stay in place, even if it’s hard.”

But seeing that she probably couldn’t, he sat down on the bed and pulled her over his lap. “We’ll finish the last four like this,” he told her, placing one strong leg over her kicking ones. “Four more good hard whips with the switch, Kate. Ready?”

Without waiting for a response, he brought the switch down in a burning arc at the bottom of her thighs, holding her down with his strong leg and arm when she struggled against him, moaning and crying. The next one hit hard in nearly the same place, and she squealed, trying to buck him off, to get away. The last two he landed across the middle of her ass, one stripe atop the other, and she started bawling.

“Done,” he told her, tossing the switch to the floor. “I didn’t even need to use the other ones you cut. We’ll save those in the corner as a reminder to you, Kate. Will you listen to me to avoid getting a switching in the future?”

“Yes, yes, I will, I promise,” she wailed, eager to say anything to make the spanking stop. It already had, but her brain was still struggling to catch up with reality.

“Good. What else do you need to say to me?” he prompted her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I was disobedient, and… thank—thank you for punishing me. I deserved it. Please—please punish me again when I need it.”

He picked her up and lay her down on the bed, then lay beside her and pulled her into his arms, reaching down to release her cuffs. She immediately brought her hands back to rub, but her ass was so sore it did no good; touching only hurt. “Ow, ow, ow. This is the worst thing ever. Sloan!” She looked at him accusingly. “How could you make it hurt so much?”

He stroked her shoulder. “If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t be much of a deterrent, would it?”

She sobbed into his shoulder, but the tears now weren’t from pain, not anymore. She was crying out her anxiety, her fear, her anger. “I hate being here!” she screamed, punching his shoulder with all of her strength. “I hate it. I’m so worried about my mom, and about Lila. I hate this, I hate it, I hate it. I hate Mancini, I hate Ella, I hate Allison, I hate everyone and everything. I’m just so mad. And angry. And scared. Sloan, help me, help me. I’m sorry I messed up. I’m just so scared and upset. I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time. This isn’t the right way to live life, being afraid, hiding out. I want to go back to normal. Let me back. Help me back. Get me back to real life.”

He grabbed her and pulled her into his body. “Kate, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Let it all out.” He stroked her hair, her arm, her shoulder, letting her cry, murmuring into her neck. It felt good, but her ass was too sore to be ready for any other sensation at this point, and she was still purging her emotions, so she grabbed him as tightly as she could, digging her nails into his skin as if he were the globe, spinning away under her hands, and only a death grip could keep her from being flung out into nothingness.

Chapter Fifteen

When the surge slowed, she took a deep heaving breath and sank into his body, mindless, boneless. With the anger and panic gone, she felt nothing but relief and calm. She lay there for a long time, mindless of the minutes, just enjoying the warmth of his body and the blankness of her mind. She was floating again, in that realm of existence that was pure contentment, bliss.

“You okay?” His voice came in her ear, warm and low. She nodded, not opening her eyes.

“How do you feel?”

Her voice was dreamy, slow. “Like after the rain.”

“Good.” His lips were close to her neck.

“I want you.” She opened her eyes, looked into his, only inches away. “Sloan.”

He ran the back of his hand down her arm, flipped it, and stroked her palm with his. She raised her hand, splaying out the fingers, and he copied the motion, pushing against her, their hands together, as if on opposite sides of a glass pane. “Sure?” His voice was gravelly.

She didn’t hesitate, but put her free hand around the back of his head, ran her fingers through his short hair, and tugged him to her mouth. She spoke into his lips. “Sure.”

In response, he grabbed her hand with his and took her with his mouth, the kiss deep and powerful. In another second, she found herself on her back, and now he had both of her hands in his, pushing them back into the mattress, kneeling between her spread legs. He bent to continue the kiss, holding her hands the entire time, stroking with his thumbs even though his grip was firm. “Kate.” His voice was thick was desire.

“Sloan?” She pulled her hands free of his so she could grab his muscular shoulders. “Take off your shirt. Take off everything.”

He stood up to strip, and she kicked at him with one bare foot, smiling when it glanced off his jean-clad thigh.

Watching his ripped abdomen and his powerful arms emerge from the shirt made her catch her breath, and when he tugged down his jeans and shorts to free his cock, hard already, she moaned in anticipation, shifting her hips on the bed, catching his eye. “Come here,” she murmured, putting up one knee and tossing her arms over her head. She thrust her chest up toward him, enticing him, and his eyes travelled over her curves.

“Oh, yeah, I will,” he promised, stripping his socks. “You’re gorgeous. Fuck.”

His mouth searched for hers and he took control, stroking her body, making her moan with his touch.

“I don’t know why when you spank me, it gets me so hot,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him to her pelvis.

“I do,” he whispered back, running his tongue over her neck and biting.

“Why?” she asked and forgot the question when he moved his lips to her nipple, sucking and giving small bites, tiny pops of pain that sent bursts of arousal to her clit. “Sloan, God, keep doing that,” she begged, then, “No, stop, it’s too much!” And then, “No, I like it, keep going, fuck!” when he bit down harder.

She tossed her head on the pillow, the alternating sensations of soft and rough making her crazy, setting all her nerve endings into motion.

He touched her with one finger, then another, and when he placed his whole palm between her thighs, she pushed into him, reaching her hips up to ride his fingers. “Please, Sloan,” she begged.

“Please what?” He bit her other nipple, then the skin beside it, and she jerked.

“Touch me. Where you are touching me. Do it more.”

“Here?” He ran his hand down her inner thigh, letting the fingers trace patterns in the slick wetness. “Here?” He touched the other thigh.

“You know where I want it,” she whispered and gasped when he moved his head lower to lick her belly button.

“Yeah, I know where you want it,” he agreed in a rough voice. “But I want to hear you say it.”

He teased her by running his index finger back up her thigh, slowly, so slowly, and stopping just short of her goal. She wiggled and he put the other hand on her hip, stilling her motions. “Don’t move.”

“Oh, you’re in charge?” she retorted.

He slapped her outer thigh once. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m in charge. Tell me I can do what I want.”

“Please, you can do what you want,” she entreated, “but if you put your hand back, that would be great, please.”

“I’m waiting for the word,” he teased, lifting his hand and drawing circles around her nipple with his thumb. She shuddered in pleasure.

“My—pussy,” she whispered, flushing.

“Louder. Let me hear you say it while you look into my eyes.”

“Sloan!” She shoved at him, but he reached up and straddled her now, holding both her shoulders to the bed.

“Uh-uh. Say it.”

His eyes were mesmerizing. They burned, bright and hot. The embarrassment melted away, instantly, as the heat flared between them.

“My pussy, Sloan,” she repeated, making her voice sultry. “That’s where I want your touch, your mouth, your cock.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, letting her go, and slid down her body, his lips dropping kisses along her skin. She bucked up into his face when he reached the apex of her thighs and he laughed, moved to hold her legs apart in his strong hands. “Relax now, Katie, and let me do the driving.”

“The dr—aaaaah!” she wailed out, because he’d touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and swirled, a sensation that had her on the immediate edge of the cliff. “Sloan!”

“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he said, and those words alone were enough to make her teeter off the edge.

“I can’t hold it, Sloan,” she moaned, gasping and thrusting as he flicked her with his tongue again, again. “I need to.”

“I have two more switches,” he reminded her, and licked all the way up her body, from her anus to her clit, working his tongue in swirls along the way, and when he thrust two fingers into her wetness while he continued to lick, she screamed, unable to hold back the sensation, not even trying, and threw herself into the surge of passion that flooded her entire body with heat and light and rushing delirious bliss.

When she came back down, panting, the look in his eyes was nearly feral. “I’m going to fuck you from behind,” he announced. “On all fours, babe. Ass up, head down.”

He flipped her, positioned her, and she heard the rip of a condom wrapper.

“Spread those sexy thighs for me so I can see your pussy,” he said, his voice hoarse with passion. “Fuck, Kate.”

He knelt between her legs and touched her clit, over and over, until the sensation began to build anew. When she was breathing harder and pushing back into his touch, making little moans, he withdrew his hand and she felt his cock at her entrance. “You want me?” he whispered, and in reply, she pushed her ass backwards, trying to impale herself upon him.

He laughed. “Me, too.” Grabbing her hips, he seated himself fully, and she gasped at his size. Despite her growing wetness, he was tight and hard and she felt her body pulse around him. He waited for a minute, his strokes slow while she adjusted, then began to pump harder.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled. He grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her back onto his cock while he thrust, and she cried out at the feeling. She’d never had a man so deep, so far inside her. “God, your ass is so fucking hot,” he murmured. “All red and striped and fucking mine. Mine.”

“Sloan.” She could barely speak. The tingling sugar of her impending orgasm started deep inside her, not her clit, but from her entire womb. It wasn’t even her G-spot, it was coming from everywhere inside her all at once, and she was going to—God, she was going to—

She screamed and thrust at him as the sensation peaked at exquisite heights of bliss and pulsed, again, again, again. It was longer than any previous orgasm, and it was so good it was going to make her die! Her heart pounded and her ears roared and her entire body was on fire with pure passion. One hundred percent alcohol, the finest vintage, burning clear and hot, flames up to heaven. How could this be so good? Jesus.

Dimly, through her pleasure, she felt him stiffen and his fingers clenched, then his cock jerked inside her and he roared her name as he came, too.

When he fell down beside her, panting, she closed her eyes and melted into his body, her whole pussy and pelvis still humming and tingling, like smaller orgasms washing over her in waves. She floated away on their tide.

* * *

It was sometime after midnight but before dawn when she awoke, a sudden realization gripping her. “Sloan!” Her body was deliciously, lightly sore in all the right places, and craving more—but she couldn’t focus on enjoying it. She was desperate to tell him what she knew.

He was awake instantly, almost before she was. “Kate? What?” He grabbed her arms, her face. “What is it? Are you all right?”

“The heart thing! The numbers. I have an idea.” She was half asleep and her words tumbled out before her brain formed them. “It’s the doctor. An office. A street cardiologist address. I figured it out.”

He pulled on his jeans and shirt. “You have an address?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Sort of. Can you get onto your computer right now?”

He was up in a flash, at the computer. “Keep talking.”

She sat up on the edge of the bed. “Follow your heart. A cardiologist. Ella sees one sometimes for some issues she has. She goes to an office in Bannerville, close to Chicago. She told me one time that Eli has heart issues in addition to all kinds of other things, and the pediatrician said that he might need a cardiologist when he gets older, and she wondered if hers is good with kids. Let me think.”

Sloan typed, fingers flying. “Cardiologist in Bannerville. There’s an office on Second Street. Eight doctors. Do you have a name?”

She shook her head. “God, no. I don’t know if she even told me. But the quote. She said it one time, like,” she thought for a minute, “she said, ‘I want to have coffee every day, but the cardiologist said I gotta follow my heart, not my stomach.’”

She pulled on her man-sweats and shirt, and made her way over to peer at his screen. A picture of a squat gray medical building, a publicity photo, showed up. “Bannerville Cardiology Associates. 1515 S. Second Street. Suite 23.”