Beth stood outside, her eyes grave. He took a step toward her. He knew he shouldn’t touch her feeling the way he did. Something ugly was inside him, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed her. He needed her right fucking now.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he heard himself say.
Beth took his hand and led him down the hall.
Chapter Nine
Trev closed the door behind them, locking it with a decisive click. The bathroom was small, but it would do.
He should walk away. He should get the hell out of Deer Run and find the first AA meeting he could, but he just knew that sitting and talking to twenty sad-sack people like himself wouldn’t give him half of what he needed. It wouldn’t burn away the pain and humiliation of the day the way dominating Beth could.
Fuck, he was already addicted to her.
“I want to see you. Take your clothes off.” He knew he didn’t sound gentle or kind. He sounded cold. Beth stared at him for a moment, but then seemed to come to some decision of her own. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. The minute her creamy skin began to appear, the violence and rage in Trev went down a notch.
He could handle this. He could manage to get through the afternoon without taking a drink. But he had to have her.
He leaned back against the door and finally let himself breathe. The interview with Aidan had his gut in knots, but watching Beth undress at his command settled something deep inside him.
She turned big, brown eyes up his way as she dropped her shirt and pulled at the latch of her bra. She struggled but got it undone. Her breasts bounced free. His cock hardened in his jeans. Despite the fact that he’d had her twice the night before, he was hungry for her.
“Are you sore, Beth?” If she was, he wouldn’t fuck her. He would find another way to slake his hunger.
Her lips curled up just the slightest bit. “Just a little. I’m fine.”
He didn’t touch her, yet her nipples tightened. Those nipples were so lovely to his eyes—brown and pink, and large. She probably thought they were too big, but all he could think about was getting them in his mouth.
“Tell me you want this.” He needed to hear the words. “This won’t be vanilla, darlin’. I have something inside me. I can dominate you, or I can go and find that bottle that always seems to call to me.”
Her eyes softened. She really did need a keeper. When he told her something that would send most women running for cover, she looked at him with her big doe eyes and brought her hand up to cup his face.
“Trev, I want this. I want you. I don’t care what happened before. I want the man you are now.”
He wasn’t sure the man he was now deserved her. “Bo wants you.”
He was pretty sure that had come out with all the jealousy of a five-year-old over his favorite toy.
She shook her head. “No. Not that way. If he does, it’s only because someone else looked at me. Bo can be like a dog with two bones. If you left, we would go right back to where we were before. I would be his friend.”
But she wanted more. She loved Bo. He could see that plainly on her face. She didn’t love Trev yet, but he could take her, brand her. He had a shot that Bo didn’t have. If he really wanted Beth, he could make her his. He could bind her sweet heart by taking her body and introducing her to his lifestyle.
Aidan’s words played through his brain. Bo needs you, too. He wasn’t going there. He didn’t have to share. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was going to keep her. Bo could find what he needed on his own.
“The pants, too. I want to see every inch of you.” He wanted to do more than see her. He already wanted to throw her down on her hands and knees and force his cock inside. But that would only soothe his aching cock. He needed more. He forced himself to be still.
Her hands went to the button on the top of her jeans. She trembled a little as she pushed the jeans off her hips, dragging the cotton panties she wore with them. She toed off her shoes and stood before him completely naked.
Her face was tight with anxiety. He didn’t want that.
“Are you scared?”
She shook her head. “Not in the way you think. I’m scared you’re going to wake up and realize you don’t want me. I’m scared you’re going to figure out that I’m not pretty like the other girls you’ve been with. I’m kind of fat.”
He wasn’t about to put up with that. Her training began now. “Lean over the tub and place your hands flat on the marble. You are not allowed to make a sound. Later you can cry all you like, but we’re not alone in this house. I’m going to spank you. You get ten every time you call yourself fat or make a disparaging statement about yourself. I won’t put up with it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re going to spank me?”
“I am. Now do as I said, or I’ll up it to twenty. Right now, I’m using my hand. If you try my patience, we can move up to a paddle. I assure you Aidan has a few paddles around here. Maybe even a whip.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “But I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“You didn’t know you shouldn’t think poorly of yourself? You didn’t realize I won’t let anyone talk bad about you?”
She stood a little taller, her shoulders setting back. She turned and grabbed the side of the big marble tub. She leaned over, and her round ass was in the air.
“Very good, love. That’s what I want. You’ll take your discipline quietly. Can you do that?”
“I can try.” She sounded breathless, as though on the edge of trepidation and desire. It was right where he wanted her.
Trev opened the first drawer he found and praised Aidan O’Malley’s obvious belief in remaining stocked on the important items in life. Lube and condoms. He pulled both out with no guilt whatsoever. He set them on the sink and regarded her lovely ass. Trev had spanked subs before. He’d been spanked himself. He knew how to do it, but this seemed more serious than those playful times. This was his submissive.
Trev put a hand on her waist. She shivered. She tensed. “Relax, love. This will be over in a moment, and we can move on to the nice part. Although I truly believe you’ll enjoy this, too.”
He brought his hand down on her right cheek, a short, sharp slap. She gasped, and her head dropped forward. He smacked her again, loving the feeling of her skin against his hand. She heated up, her skin pinkening beautifully as he continued. He didn’t count out loud, but in his head he marked each slap in his memory. The first time he’d disciplined a sub who mattered was a momentous occasion. The fact that she’d never been spanked before made it all the sweeter. He was her first.
He could be her only.
He put the thought aside as he slapped her cheek one last time.
Beth was panting. Her skin was flushed. He ran a hand along her ass hoping he’d been right about her. He sighed as he felt it. Her pussy was soft and moist. He could take her right then, and she would be ready for him. She was submissive in every way. He could teach her to stand up for herself, to value herself, but damn, he wouldn’t change this about her.
“Do you know how good you smell, Beth? I can smell just how hot this pussy is. This pussy is dying for some cock, isn’t it? You answer me properly. No lying.”
“Yes, Sir. I seem to be very aroused. I’m rather surprised. I didn’t think a spanking would do that to me.”
“Didn’t you? Are you going to tell me that you’ve been reading Lexi’s books and it never occurred to you that you might like a big, bad Dom to take control?”
Even the words seemed to be arousing her. He let his hand trace the petals of her pussy. They were plump and moist. Every word out of his mouth seemed to bring a fresh pulse of cream from deep inside her body.