Free Captives of New Pompeii by Aubrey Ross Page A

retrieved the belt, swinging it
with careful force. The leather slapped hard enough to make her
jump but well short of real pain. “That was Mikko offering you to
his guard. Feel the heat, the pain. Let it build.”
    “I don’t want to think about that,” she
cried.
    “Trust me, Laetif. Open your mind and give
your emotions free rein.”
    “I hate him. Oh God, how I hate him.” She
shook with suppressed emotion, powerless and trapped.
    Caleb moved his hand away from her sex,
straightening so he had more control over the belt. “Feel it.” He
swung—a moderate snap.
    She screamed, the sound strangled and
clenched.
    “Say it. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
    “I want to hate him! I need to hate him, but
I can’t forget the man I married.” Great racking sobs interrupted
her words. “I hate who he’s become, but I ache for the man he used
to be. More. Please, I need more!”
    He swung the belt again and again, careful
not to hit the same place twice. He tempered his strength and
controlled each swat, unwilling to cause any lasting harm. She
screamed and wept, releasing her emotions in cathartic waves.
    Finally he tossed the belt aside and stood
behind her. She moved her legs farther apart, obviously expecting
him to fuck her. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and pressed
his chest against her back. “You’re safe now,” he whispered. “There
are no games here, no emotional manipulation. I will always be
honest with you.” She rested against the bed, limp and fragile. He
caressed her sides and her hips, careful not to rub against her
sore behind. He soothed her, relaxed her and prepared her for a
different kind of tension. “I want to watch you come. Will you do
that for me?”
    “Yes…Sir.” She added the title after a short
pause, making him smile.
    “Then turn over. See if you can sit. If it’s
too painful we’ll have to be creative.”
    Slowly, carefully, she turned over and
lowered her weight to her ass. “Oh wow, heat just exploded through
my…” She closed her eyes and shivered.
    “Did you come while I spanked you?” He’d
been focused on her emotional barricades and hadn’t realized she
was responding sexually.
    “Yes. I think it would have been even better
if I hadn’t been so upset.”
    “We’ll have to find out. Next time.” He
grinned.
    “Next time? I’m not sure my ass will heal
before we dock in Fedoros.”
    The reminder sent an odd wave of regret
through him. Wasn’t he the one who’d made her promise she’d have no
regrets? He better pull his shit together. He hadn’t even fucked
her yet.
    She spread out on her back and raised her
arms over head. “Now what?” Her gaze had turned dark and smoldered
with heat he’d never seen there before. God, she was beautiful!
    He raised her ankles to his shoulders and
smiled when she blushed. He’d been looking at her pussy ever since
she took off her nightgown, but she’d been facing the other
direction for most of it. “Your body is amazing.” Pushing two
fingers into her snug heat, he watched her face as he gently fucked
her. “Now take anything that’s left over, every scrap of anger and
every twinge of pain.” He moved faster, thrusting deeper. “Let them
build inside you. Feel it gather and tighten.”
    Reaching around her hip, he used his thumb
on her clit, and she went wild. She canted her hips and rocked into
the steady glide of his fingers. Her inner muscles rippled and
clung, drawing him deeper and warming his skin.
    “Look into my eyes. Let me see your
pleasure, let me share in your release.” She cried out softly as
the intensity built. Her back arched and her hips bucked, her feet
scrambling for purchase against his shoulders. “Let go, Laetif.
Turn loose of all those emotions and fly!” He gently squeezed her
clit and watched her last barrier fall.
    She cried out, bowing clear off the bed as
her cunt tightened around his fingers. Her delicate features tensed
and her lips trembled. He kept the