Free Under the Lash by Carolyn Faulkner Page B

back of her hand to her mouth to suppress any further expression of how he was making her burn and stretch inside somehow, in an action she was no doubt entirely unfamiliar with and thoroughly degraded by.
    It was one of the few times in his life that he had cursed the virulent strength of his libido, but his body didn’t much care that she was crying, or that he’d probably never forget the soul ripping look on her face until she closed her eyes, as if doing so could blot him and what he was doing to her out of her life forever, and it bade him continue on the few embarrassingly short strokes necessary to send him into spasms of pure delight that he nonetheless cursed vilely – and silently – throughout.
    When he had drained himself within her, and although the only thing he wanted to do at that moment was collapse in a heap beside her, he instead dislodged himself from her almost immediately and vaulted across the room to find a cloth, which he wet with some of his precious fresh water, grabbed a jar of ointment from his dresser and brought both items back to find that she had rolled away from him to the point on the bed that was the furthest she could manage and still stay in it.
    But she hadn’t run, he noted. Hadn’t bolted for the door. Instead she chose to cling to the edge of the bed and rock while piteous sobs leaked out despite the fact that he knew she was doing her level best to suppress them.
    He reached over and dislodged each of her fingers individually, which ratcheted up the sounds of her wails considerably, but he was resolute. He brought her back to the middle of the bed where she tried to remain curled in a mass of inconsolable misery, but he wouldn’t allow it. Anjel forced her legs down, so that she was lying flat, threatening her with a spanking when they shot right back up again, watching her slowly bend to his will as they straightened out again. Then he began prying them apart, which had her sitting up as best she could, begging him not to touch her there again.
    Although he knew that she would probably quite heartily disagree with him on this point, it was not in his nature to be truly sadistic, beyond delivering punishments that he considered necessary, usually to women who were self confessed lovers of such things. He had done his best in his life not to use intercourse as a weapon against the fairer sex. His early experiences with his mother’s friends had taught him better than that, and it made his gut hurt to hear her beg him so plaintively, when the situation could have had such a different ending if he hadn’t been so greedy for her and had coaxed a little more information from her, or even had just taken the time to do a more thorough exploration of that luscious body of hers.
    But he had let his baser side rule him, and this was the result. She was near to hysterical, and all he wanted to do was help her feel better, and then go and get mightily hammered for the next month or so. With a grimace he realized that the first thing on his list was doubtful, and the second was definitely not going to happen.
    Talking to her didn’t seem to be much of a possibility; she was too terrified, so he resorted to that which he seemed to have used a lot on her in their short acquaintance: raw force. He threw himself across her body and used his arms to force her legs open, quickly moving himself into a position that wouldn’t allow her to close them again around him.
    “Pleeeeeaaaasssee no!” she wailed on a gut wrenching sob.
    But Anjel ignored her in favor of doing something for her that he knew would soothe the hurt she was feeling – at least the physical portion of it, anyway – using the cloth to clean up the unmistakable signs of her virginity and his brutality, his jaw clenched. Then he dug three fingers into the jar of salve he’d brought with him, and proceeded to hold her nether lips open with one set of fingers while the other applied the balm.

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