She couldn't help but m.o.a.n. She was about to turn her head when he stopped her, pressing his palm on the side of her head and turning it back towards the wall.

  "I asked you not to turn around," he warned. Katherine's eyes widened. He sounded angry and by the way he moved away, both his hands and lips no longer in contact with her, she knew that he must have been.

  "I'm sorry, please touch me," she whimpered.

  "Hush," he whispered near her ear, surprising her. His hand was in her hair, softly stroking the strands. "Don't worry. You will ask me to stop touching you by the end of the night."

  He rubbed large circles on her ass, from the top and down to her thighs and then back up again. The hypnotic rhythm kept her calm but also shaking with anticipation. His warm palm grazed against her panties and she shifted just a little bit. He paused in his track, if only for a split second before he started to move again. Just when she was about to m.o.a.n she felt a sharp sting.

  Smack.

  Without warning, his hand had come down on her barely clad ass. The sting was sharp but mostly from surprise. The sound had been a dud. She yelped in surprise and jumped.

  'Holy shit.'

  He shushed her again and then the next blow came.

  "Breathe," he advised her calmly. She sucked in a large breath and focused on the sting on her ass. It was frightful how turned on she was. Her panties which had been dry a few minutes ago were probably drenched and her mind spun in anticipation of the next spank.

  Smack.

  She shudders. She turned back and looked at him. His eyes were filled with darkness and for a second she was stunned. Cage shook his head in disappointment.

  "I told you…… Not. To. Look." His mouth was so close to hers that if she moved just a little bit, she could have pressed her lips against his.

  Smack.

  Her eyes widened, her m.o.a.n stuck in her throat as she stared into his dark, bottomless eyes. She turned around reluctantly, knowing that the punishment would only go on if she didn't follow his rules. No, this punishment was not about pain, she understood. This was about keeping her from getting her own pleasure. Cruel man.

  His lips were at her neck instantly, slowly sucking on the spot under her ears as he continued to draw circles on her ass, soothing the sting from his own hit.

  Smack.

  "You like it rough, don't you?" Cage whispered directly into her ears. She gulped just in time.

  Smack.

  Oh god, how she wanted to answer him but her throat was dry and she didn't even know if she was allowed to speak. Her breathing was uncontrollable and her head swam in a flurry of thoughts that she couldn't discern one from another.

  What are the rules of this game? Are we even playing a game? She was too confused.

  As if sensing her confusion, he suddenly stopped. The tone of his voice morphed into that of Cage, her Cage, the one who made her feel comfortable.

  "Do you remember your safe words?" It took her a moment to respond. He waited patiently for her, knowing that he would have to stop if she didn't answer. He didn't want her too overwhelmed. This was all to bring her pleasure and see if she enjoyed it. This was to see how he would react. Without her explicit consent, he would do nothing, even if it meant stopping mid-way.

  "Mm," she answers, almost sluggishly. He took a step to the side and saw her biting her lips with her eyes closed.

  "Tell me."

  "Red. Yellow. Green," she breathed.

  "Are where on that scale are you?"

  "Green. Always." He sighed in relief. He took a few seconds to get back into character.

  To Katherine, the pause felt too long. She got concerned. Was he not going to spank her anymore? But then she felt his lips back against her neck.

  "You're terrible at taking orders. I asked you a question. You like it rough, don't you?" Katherine could feel the hardness of his chest flush against her back. His hands were on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

  "I like it hard," she said with a gulp, wondering if there were any repercussions. He let go of her in an instant, instead, grabbing her wrist and twirling her around to face him. His eyes were slightly widened with l.u.s.t.

  "Hard, you say?" He asks, a threat in his voice. Katherine nodded vehemently, letting her confidence flourish. 'Very well,' Cage thought. 'I'll give you just that.'

  She moved her fingers forward and hooked her hand on his pant, wanting to pull it down and let his c.o.c.k out. She felt the overwhelming need to taste and see every inch of him.

  "You're not allowed to do that," he said gruffly, swatting her hand away. She pouted but didn't go further. Within the blink of an eye, his weight was on her, her body crushed between his hard body and the wall. He took her face between her palms and kissed her. She had heard of toe-curling kisses in books and movies, but now she was experiencing it for herself. Katherine found herself m.o.a.ning, unable to keep from sneaking her tongue out and gently licking the side of his lips when he pulled away for the fraction of a second. She was incredibly aroused, filled to the brim with raw l.u.s.t and need. Cage reached up to cup her clothed b.r.e.a.s.t in his hands, massaging it roughly.

  She hadn't noticed it before but his hands were slightly rough. And they still felt incredible. His tongue dominated hers, setting the pace: fast and ferocious. He wouldn't let her escape. The message was clear: surrender to me and I will give you the pleasure you want.

  If it were any other time, she would say that this kiss would sustain her for eternity. But right then, she could feel his hard c.o.c.k pressed against her stomach, slowly grinding against her, seeking friction.