Chapter 7 Punishment

Amber’s P.O.V.

The cool night breeze off the water does nothing to soothe the constant ache between my thighs. As I walk slowly around the pool, my mind is lost in the thoughts of that particular man with a pair of cold blue eyes.

I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.

Suddenly, he startles me, coming in front of me.

Before I can ask something, his heavy hand grips the back of my neck, and I am slammed hard against his solid chest.

He doesn't say a single word. He just captures my lips in a hungry kiss before I can even process his presence. His tongue forcefully invades my mouth, demanding complete submission. He presses me back against the edge of the stone wall, grinding his hard cock roughly against my wetness.

A jolt of pure electricity shoots straight down to my core, and despite the rough treatment, my body instantly responds.

I fucking love it.

It feels exactly like one of the dark fantasies I map out on my tablet. My imagination is bleeding directly into reality.

But as his lips trail down to my jawline, a sudden memory flashes in my mind.

Yesterday morning.

I remember the humiliating way he dropped me onto the guest bed like a piece of unwanted trash, shrugging his shoulders with that arrogant smirk.

A sudden wave of pure rage overrides my arousal. With a sharp gasp, I plant both of my hands firmly against his chest and push him with every ounce of strength I have.

Splash!

The loud sound of breaking water echoes through the quiet night as Hunter goes under, completely submerged in the pool.

A second later, he breaks the surface. He moves his hand through his dripping, brown hair, pushing it back from his forehead as he glares up at me from the water. His eyes look completely dark with a terrifying promise.

"How dare you?" Before I can even take a step back to run, his arm shoots out of the water. His fingers lock around my wrist like a steel handcuff, and he yanks me straight down into the pool with him.

The cold water shocks my system, and my wet nightdress instantly clings to my skin. As I choke and gasp for air, surfacing near the edge, his hand fists tightly into my hair, ruthlessly pulling my head back to force me to look at him.

"Nobody has the right to push Hunter Blackwood like this. Nobody.” As he whispers, his warm breath caresses my wet cheek.

My entire body shivers violently, partly from the cold water, but mostly from the absolute gravity of his tone and our proximity. My heart pounds so hard I'm certain he can hear it.

"I swear, you'll be sorry when I'm finished with you," he promises, digging his nails into my jawline.

"What... what are you going to do?" My voice trembles.

The bravado I had a moment ago has completely vanished.

Hunter smirks, and his expression is so dark and wicked that it makes my stomach flip. "Something you won’t like."

Without warning, he grips my waist and completely turns me around, pushing my upper body down against the tiled deck at the edge of the pool. My legs remain dangling in the deep water, but my hips and buttocks are pulled, completely elevated and in his clear view.

"What are you doing? I’m your stepsister," I gasp out as I feel him gather the hem of my wet dress, lifting it to my waist.

With his other hand, he clamps both of my wrists together, pinning them tightly behind my back.

"Don’t pretend you care that I’m your stepbrother.” He leans down so his chest presses into my wet back. "Because if you really cared, you wouldn’t have let me taste your lips. Now shut up and take your punishment like a good girl, or I’ll make it much more painful."

Push him, Amber. Just push him away and scream. A small voice inside my head begs.

But I don't want to. God help me, I’m absolutely liking this.

This intense control of him over me. This is exactly what I write in my novels. The dominating man who takes exactly what he wants without asking permission.

His large hand suddenly moulds over my bare bottom, squeezing the soft flesh so hard his nails dig into my skin.

Fuck.

I love it. I love his touch, his closeness, and the terrifying thrill of his dominance.

I’m craving every single bit of it.

But Amber, you are not this type of woman. Why are you letting a man treat you like this? It’s not right. It’s toxic. Another part of my brain argues, trying to pull me back to sanity.

But he is fulfilling my deepest, darkest fantasies of being controlled. How can I let this chance go? How can I stop the very scene I've dreamed of a thousand times from happening to me?

My internal debate is abruptly cut short when I hear the sharp sound of leather unbuckling. I return to earth completely as I feel him wrapping his leather belt tightly around my pinned wrists, securing my hands behind my back.

Damn! Am I dreaming?

My eyes go wide against the cold surface.

This is a page right out of my own books. My deepest, most secret desires are becoming a physical reality tonight.

Then, his fingers hook into the waistband of my lace panties, slowly pulling them down past my hips.

And I just let him do it.

I don't fight.

The woman who hasn't let a single man touch her in years. The woman who always felt deeply uncomfortable, dirty, and wrong whenever anyone tried to get close is now completely crossing every single limit tonight.

And for the first time, it doesn't feel wrong. It feels inevitable.

"I don’t like the sounds women make when I punish them.” Before I can comprehend his words, he takes my lace panties and forcefully stuffs them right into my open mouth, completely muffling my voice.

What the hell is happening to me? It’s like this man somehow reads my mind. Like he knows every hidden, wicked scenario I’ve ever typed out on my screen.

SMACK!

A stinging pain explodes across my bare flesh. He spanks my right cheek so hard that a loud, muffled scream gets caught directly in the fabric stuffed inside my mouth.

"Don’t you ever dare to push me like that again.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As he gives a few more spanks, turning my skin a bright, burning red, I writhe against the edge of the pool, my legs splashing helplessly in the water as the agonising pleasure rolls through me.

Suddenly, he stops. He buries his large hand back into my burning flesh, squeezing the bruised curves, bending his heavy body over mine until his lips are brushing against my wet ear.

“Because next time, it won’t be my hand doing the spanking. Understand?" He completes his sentence, making me wetter with all the wild thoughts.

“And I’m not done with you yet, Green Eyes. There’s a lot more in store for you tonight.” His words and tone make me completely lose my mind, sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through my body as I wait, utterly bound and breathless, for whatever he plans to do to me next.