Paradise Revival Part 17

way he thought.

Chapter Twelve.

Admittedly, Tony had purposely chosen Sensuous Spanking because he knew

Morgan might be turned on by watching. Perverse, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. Men and their egos were nothing to f.u.c.k with. Since he was like most men, his ego resided in his pants. And she wasn't currently f.u.c.king with it in a fun way.

Which annoyed him. And shouldn't. It was his idea too to cool things down between them. Then again, watching her backside sway seductively as she walked the path in front of him, he began to wonder if he'd made a huge error in ending things too quickly with Morgan. Surely he could enjoy some simple s.e.x with her for the next couple days without getting emotionally involved, couldn't he?

She stopped in front of a small house with a thatched roof, the windows darkened with some kind of film so people walking by couldn't look in. Her hand reached for the doork.n.o.b, then hesitated.

Smiling innocently at her, he asked, "Something wrong?"

Sucking in her lower lip for a second, then letting out a sigh, she shook her head. "No, everything's fine. "

It took him a few minutes to adjust to the darkness inside. Candles seemed to provide the only illumination in the small foyer. Morgan nodded to the woman at the doorway, then took Tony through.

A long hallway led to various doors, with mirrors lining the walls. As Tony stepped past the first door he noticed the mirror was actually gla.s.s. He could see into the room. A very tall, very slim, leather clad dominatrix stood in the middle of a room equipped with paddles and whips. A naked man was bent over a stool, and the woman was lightly paddling his a.s.s. The man sprouted a huge hard-on, so he must like it.

Whatever floats your boat, he supposed. He'd never been spanked, didn't think he'd want to be. Never spanked a woman before, either. Number one, because he didn't get off on hurting someone, and two, no woman had ever asked him to.

He turned toward Morgan, who inclined her head to indicate they would keep walking.

"This one looks good," she said, stopping in front of another window.

Tony peered in to find a man, this time, dressed in leather pants and no shirt. His spectacular muscles were either oiled really well to showcase them in the subdued lighting, or he had already worked up a huge sweat. A nude woman reclined over the man's lap. Instead of using a paddle, the man swatted the woman's backside with his bare hands. Imprints of his palm could be seen on the woman's very red a.s.s.

Morgan pressed a b.u.t.ton, which allowed them to hear the woman's moans and cries. Although she squealed when the man smacked her, she followed her squeals with moans that didn't sound like moans of pain. Her p.u.s.s.y was glistening with moisture, and after every few swipes of his hand on her ever-reddening a.s.s, the man caressed the petals of her v.a.g.i.n.al lips.

Clearly, the woman enjoyed the h.e.l.l out of her spanking.

Tony chanced a look in Morgan's direction, watching the rise and fall of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against the thin material of her dress. Her erect nipples poked against the silk during each rapid inhalation. Her tongue snaked out to lick across her top lip.

Watching her obvious excitement at the scene had him hard in an instant. He shifted so his erection wouldn't be so blatantly obvious. Then again, no one else was in the hallway except for one burly looking guy in a Paradise Resort t-shirt that Tony a.s.sumed was staff.

He stepped back a few inches and sidled closer to Morgan. Close enough to smell her flowery fragrance, so subtle yet invading his senses until all he thought about was

her. Close enough to hear her breathing, the quick little pulses telling him the scene turned her on.

Funny, the scene itself didn't excite him nearly as much as Morgan's interest in it.

"You like what you see, don't you?" he whispered in her ear.

She hesitated for a few seconds before responding with a quiet, "Yes."

His p.e.n.i.s raged against his shorts, demanding he take what he so desperately

wanted.

Screw his stupid male pride. He wanted her. If only for another day, another hour, it didn't matter.

"Does it bother you to watch, considering what you went through with your ex?" he

asked.

She shook her head. "No. It's...different, somehow. Richard knows exactly how

much pressure to apply to our guest so that he doesn't truly hurt her. And she's enjoying the pain. It brings her pleasure."

"Did pain bring you pleasure, Morgan? Before David hurt you?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever think you'll be able to enjoy that pain like you used to?"

"I...I don't know. It scares me a little, thinking about it. And yet..."

"And yet you want it," he finished for her.

"Yes."

"Let me give it to you."

She turned her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and he knew

he'd guessed right. She was excited.

But she also hesitated, and he knew why. The same reason he hesitated. Because they both knew something was happening with them. Something that went beyond s.e.x and into emotional territory neither of them wanted.

He'd given up on holding back from her. And apparently she had too, because she

nodded. "All right."

"Let's go. I've seen enough." He grasped her hand and led her down the hallway and outside.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To give you what you want" He pulled her quickly along the path.

"I can't, Tony," she said, yanking at his hand to let her go. "I'm working."

"You're done working for the day." He stopped and turned to her. "I want you,

Morgan. Anyway you want it, regular or with a little kink, it doesn't matter to me. But I need to sink my hard c.o.c.k into you until I can't tell where I end and you begin. And I want it right now."

Her shuddered breath told him she needed it as much as he did. "Fine. Let's go, then."

"Where? Home?"

"No. Too far. I know a place."

Then it was her turn to take the lead. He followed her along the path until they diverted into the forest. They must have walked in silence for fifteen minutes or so before he saw another path pop up. In front of them was a little building that couldn't house more than one or two rooms, at most. It stood no more than a hundred yards from the beach, and yet was completely surrounded by the forest so one couldn't see the house from the water.

"What is this place?" he said, following her determined steps to the door.

"A hideaway. "

"For guests?"

"No. For me." Without further explanation she opened the door and he stepped

inside.

It was a cozy little place, with a small living area and a bed nestled in the corner of the room.

Morgan whipped around and faced him. "What's between us is purely physical,

right?"

"Yeah," he answered, not really sure if that was the truth, but not wanting to delve too deeply into emotional areas he'd already worked hard to block off.

"I wanted to make that clear."

"You just did. Perfectly clear." Ignoring the stab in the vicinity of his heart, he grasped her upper arms and pulled her against his chest. "Morgan, do you trust me not to hurt you?"

This time she didn't hesitate at all. "Yes."

"Then tell me what excites you. Tell me what you need."

She wound her arms around her neck and pressed close, her thighs brushing against

his, her mound meeting his erection. She moved lightly, teasing him. "I told you before there were things I liked."

"Spankings, being tied up?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to spank you?"

"I think I do."

The hesitant look on her face concerned him. "Morgan, I don't want to hurt you, or remind you of anything bad from your past. You don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do," she replied, her gaze never leaving his. "I'll never be free of David's torment until I exorcise what he did to me. How he turned what could have been pleasure into pain. He twisted what should have been love into a nightmare of horrors."

She was right. She would never be free to truly be herself again until she experienced everything that she used to love-every s.e.xual experience that her ex turned against her.

Including spanking.