Bobbie used to be a sweet-butt, and then she fell for a Patch. But telling Rook she’s in love with him is easier said than done. She fears he doesn't want her as anything more than a piece of submissive tail.
Rook doesn't hide the fact he's a dominant man. He likes certain things when he's with a woman, things that leave marks on her body and have her calling him “Sir”. But ever since he's slept with Bobbie, she's all he wants. She’s far too good for the likes of him, so pushing her away seems like the right move.
When someone from Rook’s past comes to get even, Rook finally realizes how important Bobbie is to him. Can he get to her in time, or will he lose the only good and perfect thing he's ever had in his screwed up life?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, spanking
She opened her eyes and saw him grab the belt that was lying beside her. Before she could think, he was bringing the belt down across her ass. She clenched her teeth, rose on her toes, squeezed her eyes shut, and absorbed the pain that came with the stinging rush of the belt on her flesh. Just as the pain faded and the pleasure took its place he spanked her again.
Over and over.
Harder and faster.
Rook did this until her flesh felt hot right before it numbed, and the endorphins went wild inside of her, sparking off her nerve endings, and causing her to use self control to not cry out.
“Who owns you?” he asked in a harsh, demanding, dominating tone.
“You, Sir. Only you.”
He brought the belt down along the back of her thighs.
“You only belong to me. From this moment on you’re my woman, my old lady.” He tossed the belt aside, had his hand right on her pussy, and shoved a finger in her fast and hard. She opened her mouth on a soundless cry. “This pussy belongs to me.” He placed his fingers at her mouth, forcing her lips to open so she had to taste herself. “This mouth is mine.” He slid his hand down her chest and grabbed one of her breasts. He tweaked the nipple and leaned in so his warm breath teased her ear. “These tits are mine.” And then before she could even think he had those same fingers pressed right at the entrance of her ass.
Her mind and body were on fire, short-circuiting, and she realized having the love of a man, the same one she was head over heels for, made any experience even more intense.
“And this ass is mine, mine to fuck, to lick, hell, to stare at as I jerk off.” He removed his fingers from the entrance of her ass and started spanking her with his open palm. He leaned forward, and she felt his warm breath on her ear again. “I own every part of you, and you’ll remember that when some motherfucker looks at you.”
She opened her mouth on a silent cry.