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  “I need you.” He kissed her, quick and hard when she would have protested. “I think you’re complicated and intoxicating.”

  Yeah, right.

  “Your body is fucking amazing, all those curves. The way you jiggle when you move gets me hard. You’re an intelligent and strong woman, someone I’d like to see beyond these four fucking walls.” He grabbed her chin, held her still, forcing her to look into his eyes. See the truth.

  She swallowed.

  “I want to see where this goes, ’cause it’s obvious we’ve got chemistry, baby.” He rotated his hips, grinding against her. “This shit doesn’t lie. I’ll spank you when you need it, get you dripping for me, then fuck you until you’re too weak to remember anything at all.”

  Her pussy clenched at the thought. He grinned.

  “I want that.” But did she deserve it?

  Jud nodded. “Someday soon I’ll ask the tough questions, pretty Elliot. You’re gonna answer me, and it better be the truth. All of it.”

  Yes, she would. One day. He didn’t push further. He got rid of the condom then came back to bed, holding her until it was time for her to leave for work. They made plans for him to visit her house later, and she left his apartment with a spring in her step, her head lighter than it had ever been. For once she was in a good space. Too bad it lasted up until her mother showed up at the office unannounced.

  ****

  Jud knew something was wrong the instant Elliot opened the door to her house that evening. He’d been grinning like a fool all day, satisfied in the way they’d left things that morning, but one look into her eyes as he stepped through the door and his hackles rose.

  She wore jeans and a t-shirt, hair brushed away from her face, and walked around barefooted. Her face was expressionless, her eyes dim and dull. He walked behind her as she led him through her spacious place. When she finally stopped walking and sank onto the couch he grabbed her hand.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She shrugged, but didn’t look at him. “Nothing’s wrong.”

  Uh-huh. “Don’t lie to me, Elliot. Something’s wrong. I’d like to know what it is.”

  She held herself stiff as a board next to him. “It’s not something I want to discuss right now.”

  Too bad. The time for putting shit off had long passed. He grabbed her by the throat, reflex, but by the way her eyes dilated, it was the right move. “Tonight you tell me what’s on your mind, what’s been weighing on your shoulders. You hear me?”

  Her mouth tightened, eyes flashed. She didn’t answer.

  Pressing their noses together, he whispered, “Tonight you tell me why you need to be punished.” He wanted to take away the wild fear in her eyes, wanted to ease the doubts he saw on her face, but first he needed in on her secrets. Yes, they barely knew each other, but she’d trusted him enough to sleep next to him. They were making progress.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

  She blinked at the abrupt change of subject then pointed. “Two doors down.”

  Jud got to his feet. He had no idea if he was doing the right thing or not. All he knew was what the woman he wanted, needed. To get her to open up to him, to get her to recognize he wasn’t about to turn tail and run, he had to do things on her terms, had to couch it in ways she’d understand. She understood and welcomed punishment.

  He’d give it to her.

  “Get undressed.” He flashed back to one of the videos he’d seen online. “Take off all your clothes, and then kneel beside the couch, hands behind your back.” He walked into the bedroom, not bothering to see if she followed his instructions. He made his way into her bathroom, searching the medicine cabinet until he found a small blue bottle of intimate massage oil. He went back into the living room.

  Elliot was indeed naked, hands locked behind her back, resting above her ample ass. Dropping the massage oil on the couch, he stood over her and unbuckled his belt then unzipped his jeans. He removed his jeans and kicked off his boxers, then sat. Spreading his legs, he motioned her to kneel between them. When she did, he held up the belt.

  “Tonight, you get this.”

  Her lips parted. By the hungry look in her eyes, she wanted it badly.

  “I’m not going to do this with you, El.” This was probably the first time he’d used the shortened version of her name. “This choking thing, it’s too dangerous. I’m not about to use you that way, so this will probably be the first and last time I use this on you.”

  Her jaw tightened.

  “It’s a crutch, an excuse to hide behind your feelings.” As he spoke, he wrapped the belt around her neck and buckled it.

  Elliot panted. Her delicious arousal blanketed the room, hardening Jud’s dick. He stroked himself with his free hand. “Take me in your mouth, pretty Elliot.”

  She did with a dip of her head. First she teased at his flared cap with hesitant flicks of her tongue. Jud tolerated it the first couple times, then growled a warning. She then licked down his thick length, making slurping sounds as her saliva dripped and soaked him. He wrapped the end of the belt around his fist and pulled.

  Elliot choked. Moaned. She parted her lips and took him inside, sucking him deep. He bucked up into her, dying to abandon caution and fuck her face hard and deep. He held himself in check with deep breaths, thrusting into the warm cavern of her mouth with shallow movements.

  “Lower,” he growled. “Suck my balls.” He pressed her down with a hand at the back of her head and a tug on the belt. She slapped both palms on his thighs, using that position for balance as she went down, sucking one then the other sac into her mouth, slobbering all over him.

  Jud grunted and spread his legs wider. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it.”

  She knew what she was doing. Elliot used her tongue to trace the seam of his balls then moved back up to take his cock in her mouth again. She hummed around him, the vibrations incredible as they rolled down his shaft and settled in his balls. Each time she hummed, he pulled a little tighter on the belt until she was gasping for air. Only then did he let up and push her away.

  He removed the belt from around her neck with shaking fingers. “Hands and knees.”

  She dropped into position on the floor, offering up her gorgeous ass. He stifled a groan at the site of her ass and cunt, exposed for him. Her pussy was soaking wet and swollen. He couldn’t help plunging a finger into her, digging her out before working the same cream-slicked finger into her ass.

  She yelped. He smacked her ass and watched it jiggle. Using the massage oil, he lubed her back entrance until she took two fingers easily. After putting on a condom, and slicking it up too, he used more oil and fed her three fingers.

  Elliot cried out. Her ass was tight and perfect. He couldn’t wait to sink into it.

  He stretched her, then moved into position, getting on his knees. Taking his cock in hand, he pressed at her anus, sinking in inch by inch. Elliot took him like the trooper she was, crying out, but rolling her hips, pushing back on him until he slid deeper.

  “Fuck, baby. Your ass is—” Her muscles convulsed around him. “Shit!” He smacked her ass, just for the hell of it, and chuckled when she cried out.

  Jud pulled out then thrust in while spanking Elliot. Her body went crazy. She undulated, incoherent words falling from her lips, and she pitched forward, lying flat on the floor. He covered her with his body, one hand on her hip to hold her steady, the other raining blows on her dark, plump ass.

  “Ah, Jud! Oh God,” she sobbed and clawed at the floor. “Please, I need to come.”

  “Then come.” He hit her, timing the blows to his thrusts. He fucked her ass with gritted teeth, fighting the orgasm swirling in his balls until he couldn’t do battle anymore. The climax crashed over him, and he got rough, uncoordinated, as he forced his cock deeper into Elliot.

  Her body arched, ass squeezing him as release took her. He fucked her through both of their orgasms, fucked them into oblivion.

  ****

  Minutes or maybe h
ours later, Jud carried her to the bedroom. He cleaned off Elliot as she lay replete on her bed. She looked so innocent, so carefree. He wished she’d be like she was then, always.

  He climbed in beside her and pulled the covers up to their waist. Gathering her up in his arms, he simply held her, kissing her hair and listening to her heartbeat.

  “I was molested by my uncle,” she whispered into the quiet.

  Jud froze. Son of a bitch. He wanted to tell her don’t speak, but damn it, she needed to talk about it. He wanted to know, yet he didn’t.

  “My dad’s brother. It began when I was about four or five and ended when I ran away at seventeen.” She trembled in his hold.

  Jud rolled them so he could see her face. His heart clenched at the shame and disgust on her face, the dark, imaginable pain in her eyes. “You don’t have to do this now, Elliot.”

  “I have to.” She cupped his jaw with a heavy smile. “Otherwise I never will. I’m good at hiding it, burying it.”

  He could just bet.

  “He was a cop, and my dad was a professor of Literature.” Her nails dug into Jud’s chest. “I believed him one hundred percent when he told me if I ever told anyone he’d make sure I never saw my parents again.”

  Fucking bastard. “God, El.”

  “He had unlimited access to me. He should have protected me, but instead he violated me in ways I can’t even …” Tears rolled down her face as her words cracked. “He broke me in so many pieces, I don’t know how to put myself back together. I don’t know who I am, who I should be.”

  Tears dampened his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He squeezed her tight, burying his fingers in her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

  “I went along with it, even though the face of my monster was everywhere, in my waking and my sleeping.” She blinked wet, clumped lashes. “They were twins, he and my dad. Identical twins.”

  God. Another violation.

  “My father was the best person I’ve ever known,” she sobbed. “An amazing man who loved me something fierce. He loved me, but didn’t know someone with his face was terrorizing his princess, his pride and joy.”

  “El.” Jud cried with her, for her. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

  “When I turned seventeen, he did something new.” She moved away then, extricated herself from Jud’s embrace and sat up against the headboard, arms around her knees. “Instead of climbing on and rutting, he took his time. He said he was making love to me.” She shook so badly, the mattress vibrated. “He-he put his mouth on me, tasted me, and I—” She buried her face in her hands. “I didn’t want it. I didn’t, but my body responded, reacted, and I climaxed.”

  Oh Jesus. Now it made sense. The punishments. The pain.

  “He laughed.” Elliot looked up at him, confusion and pain stark in her eyes. “He called me a tease, said I’d been holding back, and if he’d known what to do to get me to come he’d have done it sooner. He said I wanted it, that I’d been teasing him, using my blossoming body to entice him.”

  “Look at me.” Jud grabbed her chin, held her tight when she tried to jerk away. “You know better.” She shook her head. “Yes. You know better. You know he was a sick bastard, a predator who needed to break you down.”

  She had to know she wasn’t to blame.

  “You know this, Elliot.” He yanked her close and cupped her face with both hands. “He was a son of a bitch, a liar, and a coward. You know this.”

  “I ran away that night,” she said softly. “Ran to New York and didn’t come back home until this past year. Almost twelve years later.”

  “You were so young. How did you survive all by yourself?”

  She shrugged. “Sometimes I wonder the same thing. Dumb luck, I guess. The owner of the building I squatted in was an accountant. She offered help, a job, if I went to a shelter. I also waited tables. When she saw I had a thing for numbers, Louisa helped me enough so I could take night classes. Then she hired me full time, a big risk I’ll always be grateful for.”

  “Why did you come back?”

  “My dad got sick, had a heart attack. I wanted to be here for him.” She took a breath, let it out. “I kept everyone at arm’s length, even my father. My mom and I never really got along, but my father.” She choked up and wiped at her eyes. “I couldn’t look at him.”

  “What happened six months ago?”

  She remained silent for so long, he thought she’d never answer. Finally, she licked her lips. “My uncle got killed in the line of duty. I didn’t go to the funeral. Everyone bombarded me with calls, demanding answers, calling me heartless, cold, and so many not nice things.”

  Jud smoothed a hand over her knee then kissed where he’d touched.

  “I went to the weekly dinner at my parents’, and they started in on me, wanting to know how I could be a no-show to my uncle’s funeral.” She cleared her throat. “The dam just broke. I told them everything. I didn’t know what I expected to happen, but it wasn’t for my father to collapse at my feet of a heart attack.” She covered her mouth with a trembling hand. “It wasn’t to have him die two days later. That’s when everything began, my nightmares, my needing to be hurt.”

  Fucking hell.

  “My mother called me a liar and a murderer.” She swallowed. “She banned me from the funeral, said I was dead to her.”

  “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

  Elliot barked a laugh. “Oh, she meant it. She showed up at my office today to let me know just how much she meant it.”

  So that’s the reason for the attitude earlier. “What happened?”

  Elliot shrugged. “She’s redone her will. I’m nowhere in it. If she could’ve stopped me from inheriting from my dad, I’m sure she’d have done that as well. She called me sick and damaged.” She balled up her fists. “I told her I was her daughter, so yeah, being fucked up was a given.”

  Jud went to her, hugging her to his chest and kissing her hair. “You’re a strong woman, Elliot. You’re here, you’re alive, and you’re not sick.” He moved back and met her eyes. Cupping her chin, he said, “You went through something horrific that was in no way your fault. The only person to blame is that disgusting uncle of yours. He’s lucky he’s dead.”

  She chuckled. “Thank you, Jud.” She touched her lips to his. “Thank you for listening.”

  “That’s why I’m here, pretty Elliot.” He winked. “I want to listen when you talk, hug you when you need it, and spank you when you don’t.” He turned serious quickly. “Give me a chance. Let me take care of you.”

  “Do you know, since I spent the night in your bed, I haven’t had the nightmares? They may come back, but I’m not as afraid as I once was. You’re the reason, so yes.” She smiled up at him, teeth worrying her bottom lip. “I do trust you, Jud, else you wouldn’t be here. Yes.” she crawled into his lap and snuggled closer with a deep sigh. “I want to give us a chance.”

  “Good.” He let out the breath he held. “Let’s get some sleep, pretty Elliot, and maybe I’ll wake you up with a spanking.” He cupped her ass, loving how she wiggled for him. “Something tells me you’ll like that.”

  “Wrong.” She paused in the process of crawling up the bed, and looked over her shoulder. “I’ll love it.”

  The End

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