Under His Skin (For His Pleasure, Book 20) (3 page)

Kennedy couldn’t deny that she was turned
on now.
 
The way Easton was looking
at her, she could tell just how much he still wanted her.
 
He hadn’t lost any of the desire, even
if he had lost some of his trust for her.

She felt her pussy getting slick and hot,
and she covered the area with her hands, feeling unnerved that Easton might be
able to see her excitement and know that she was completely at his mercy in
every way.

“Turn around so your ass is facing me,”
he commanded.

She turned around, her heart beating
faster and faster.
 
She was naked,
totally bare, totally vulnerable to his every whim.

“Now bend over and grab your ankles,” he
told her.

She hesitated for just a moment.

“Do it now!” he roared, loud enough that
it might have warranted a call down to the concierge from one of the
neighboring suites.

But his angry demand got her
moving—she bent at the waist and clutched her ankles.
 
She could actually see Easton standing
behind her, as her head was now fully upside down, staring between her own legs
as she grasped her ankles.

He moved forward and she watched as he
approached. His hands moved into view, and she saw he was holding something
long and flat and wide.
 

What
is that thing?
She wondered,
the blood rushing to her head as waited with her hands clasped around her
ankles.

But she needn’t have wondered long,
because a moment later she felt it crashing into her buttocks.

It was a paddle, she realized.
 
How did Easton have something like that
in the hotel?
 
Had he brought it
with him for some reason?
 
Had he
perhaps been planning to use it on her and never had the chance until this
particular situation arose?

As she was in the midst of thinking about
it, she was surprised by another heavy slap as the paddle smacked her ass
cheeks so hard that she was moved forward an inch or two.

“You need to start obeying me,” Easton
snarled.
 
“And you need to mind your
own business.”
 

One strong hand grabbed her bare hip, and
then he angled her butt towards the paddle so he could slap again.

The paddle was flat, and hard, and the
sensation was intense.
 
Each time he
spanked her with it, she felt her teeth almost rattle in her head.

At the same time, Kennedy couldn’t deny
that there was something exciting—sexually exciting—about the
feeling it created in her.

She was getting wetter the more he
spanked her.

Kennedy could hear Easton’s effort, and
his breathing was getting heavier as he spanked her with the paddle.
 
Also, he kept grabbing her to position
her for his strikes, and each time his hands touched her bare skin, she nearly
came.

The truth was, this was turning her on.
 
She knew it was completely sick, but it
was happening and she couldn’t deny it.
 

“You keep making me do this to you, almost
like you want me to punish you,” he said, once again adjusting her hips.

And then the paddle struck her buttocks
again, stinging, burning pain searing her behind as the heat enveloped her lower
half.

She moaned in her throat.

Easton cracked her again.

And again.

She moaned louder.
 
She was dripping.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Easton
rasped, and then she saw the paddle drop to the carpet as he came even closer
behind her.

“I deserve it,” she whispered, as his
groin pushed against her butt.
 
“I
deserve everything.”

“Don’t move,” he warned.
 
“Keep your hands on your fucking
ankles.”

“I won’t move.”

She heard him unzipping his pants, and
then suddenly she felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy from
behind.
 
“I’m going to fuck you
now,” he growled.

“Whatever you want,” she moaned, wanting
it more than ever.
 
“Anything you
want to do to me.”

“Shut up and don’t move a goddamn
muscle,” he murmured, as he slid his cock into her dripping wet hole.

When he slid in, they both moaned
together, and there could be no doubt what this really was all about.
 
Kennedy knew that at the end of the day,
Easton wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Slowly, slowly, he began sliding his cock
inside her flesh, pushing aside her folds as he crammed into her opening,
flexing his hips and swiveling against her burning buttocks as his shaft
penetrated her deliciously.

She kept her hands tight on her ankles,
and the position was getting easier now, because Easton was holding her hips
with his hands, pulling her in as he pushed against her, going deep inside.

“You.
 
Keep.
 
Making.
 
Me.
 
Do.
 
This,” he said, and with
each word he pounded against her, his cock slipping in and out as she moaned.

“I’m going to come,” she said.

He started fucking her faster.

“You’re going to come, because you wanted
me to do this, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I wanted this.
 
Fuck me,” she said.
 
“Come inside me, Easton.
 
Come in my wet pussy.”

“I’m going to come inside you, and you’re
going to take it all.”

He slammed against her harder and faster,
and he was taking her all the way now, angrily almost, and yet she could feel
the passion too.

She could feel that he cared
somehow—even though it made no sense.
 
She just could.

And as she came, she cried out, because
it felt amazing, like everything inside was just one big pleasure center, and
Easton came with her.

He shuddered and emptied everything into
her, straining, using his hands to roughly pull her hips so that he could bury
himself deeply into her.

He arched and flexed his hips and seemed
to get more of himself into her somehow, and feeling him do that, feeling him
wanting her so much caused her to climax yet again.

Easton strained, and he stayed like that
for a long time.
 

Then he pulled her up, allowing her to
take her hands from her ankles, so that her back was flat against his chest,
and he wrapped his hands around her breasts, kissing her neck as continued to
slowly fuck her in a standing position.

He’d come--she could feel that he’d come.
 
And yet he was continuing to move inside
her as he squeezed her breasts and she was breathing heavily against
him—completely worn out.

Easton’s lips were on her neck and then
against her ear.
 
“Why do you do
this to me, Kennedy?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”
 
He began sliding in and out again, and
she realized he was somehow getting hard once more, and he began fucking her
again.

He moved his hips circularly, hitting her
from one side and then the next, and his cock went in and out and in and out at
each angle.

“You fucking know,” he growled.
 

Kennedy moaned again.
 
She was bathed in sweat, and her muscles
were fatigued and achy.

Everything in her was completely loose,
her barriers had been broken down completely.
 
“I need my mouth shut,” she told him.
 
“I need something in my mouth to shut me
up.”

Easton withdrew, spun her around to face
him.
 
“Get on your knees.
 
I’ll give you something to shut your big
mouth up.”

Kennedy got down on her knees and opened
her mouth.

Easton didn’t waste any time in pushing
his enormous, stiff cock into her mouth.
 
She took him in as best she could, tasting her own sex and his come, and
sweat and juices all mixed together.

It was dirty but she liked it, she liked
tasting him, and he groaned with pleasure, which she liked even more.

She began stroking his balls with one
hand and his shaft with the other as she sucked the head of his cock, licking
it too.

“Maybe this is what I should’ve done with
you from the beginning,” Easton said, glaring down at her as she gave him head.

He put his hands on her face and began fucking
her, holding her head still as he slid his stiff cock in and out of her mouth.

It was scary in a way, because he was so
big and he was getting more and more excited, more intense, losing himself.

But Kennedy found she enjoyed
this—she was able to take his cock in, and as he found that she could do
it, he pressed more of himself into her.

Finally, he groaned, shaking, and slid the
entirety of his shaft into her mouth, and it pressed up against the back of her
throat, nearly triggering her gag reflex.
 

“I’m coming,” he told her, and he came
again, withdrawing as it spurted into her mouth and then across her lips.

She swallowed everything she could and
then took him in again to suck the rest off of his beautiful, amazing dick.

She loved giving Easton head, she
realized.

If this was punishment, then she wanted
to be a bad girl every day.

Finally, it was over.
 
Easton stepped away from her, breathing
deeply, his eyes tired and satiated, but still desiring her in some way that
she couldn’t quite fathom.

“You can get up and come to bed now,” he
said.
 
“We should try and get some
sleep before work in the morning.”

“Really?” she asked, standing up.

“Yes, really,” he sighed.

***

Kennedy took a long shower, and the
bathroom had a range of toiletries that she was able to use to freshen up.

He’d given her a robe to use, so she
stepped into it and drew the sash tight, closing it enough that she wasn’t
revealing too much as she walked out of the bathroom.

Easton was already lying in bed, watching
CNBC and seeming to doze as the blue light flickered on his face.

Kennedy dropped her robe and then slid
quickly into bed beside him, luxuriating in the softness of it, and the hopeful
feeling she had now that Easton had punished her and taken her sexually.
 
Perhaps this was the beginning of
forgiveness…

She sighed and rested her head on the
pillow.

Easton glanced at her, turning the
channels with the remote, his eyes half open.
 
“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good, but tired,” she said softly.
 
“And you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, a slight edge to
his response.
 

“I really am sorry about everything,
Easton.
 
I hope you know that.”

Easton looked at her.
 
“I’m not sure what I can do for you,” he
said.

“Do for me?”

“Red and Nicole will want you fired,” he
said.
 
“You must know that.”

She felt her stomach drop.
 
“Have they told you to fire me?”

“Not in so many words, but it’s coming.”

“And what about you?” Kennedy asked
him.
 
“Do you think I deserve to be
fired?”

“What I want hardly factors into it,” he
told her, and Kennedy noticed that he didn’t exactly answer her question.
 

“Red owns the company,” Easton continued,
“and Nicole is the heart of everything he does.
 
Anyone who causes her pain will pay a
heavy price, this much I know.”

Kennedy was starting to feel
hopeless.
 
“It’s okay.
 
I deserve it, so I don’t really
mind.
 
I’ll accept being fired if
that’s what they decide to do.”

“You’ll quit that easily, without a fight?”
he said, shaking his head.
 
“Maybe I
was wrong about you after all.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” she
told him.
 
“How can I fight
them?
 
I work for them, I have no
say in the matter.”

He turned away from her.
 
“I don’t either.
 
Sleep,” he muttered.
 
“That’s the only solution.”

Kennedy had a hard time falling asleep,
though.
 
She was doomed, it was only
a matter of time and she knew it.
 
Easton had pretty much spelled it out.