Page 16 of House Divided
Enoch wasted no time. He trapped her legs, settled a strong arm across her back, and went to work on her behind. His hand was firm as he brought ten sharp smacks across her ass cheeks, alternating with each one.
His broad hand rested on her bottom, holding in the sting.
“That was just to get your attention,” he said. “You misbehaved, Maddie. The sooner you apologize for that and accept that you need to be disciplined, the easier this will go for you.”
“Don’t call me Maddie,” she shot back.
Enoch’s response was ten more vigorous smacks, which left Madeline struggling.
“I’ll call you Maddie if I bloody well want to. Andyouwill stop arguing and apologize.”
After ten more hard smacks, there were tears running down Madeline’s face. Enoch paused, his hand once again resting on her bare behind.
“I’m sorry,” sniffed Madeline.
It was the truth. Madelinewassorry. Somehow, she had lashed out again, in her anger and fear over their situation. Enoch had been right. However, those were not the thoughts that were foremost in her mind. What Madeline wanted, more than anything, was for Enoch to do something about the irresistible waves of arousal, need, and desire that she was feeling.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Madeline had spread her thighs, exposing her most feminine parts to Enoch Immanuel, so that he could see and scent the evidence of her need.
He didn’t say a word, but suddenly the hand on her bare ass was gone, and Madeline gasped in pleasure as Enoch slipped two fingers inside her. Her pussy was wet and eager to receive him, and she moved back and forth on his fingers.
“Ah-ah,” he warned her. “You do as you’re told, and nothing more.”
“Yes, sir,” Madeline sighed.
His fingers curled and found her most sensitive spot. His firm touch sent Madeline over the edge, and she wriggled helplessly in his grip as she came.
It had been so long. Partners had failed her again and again, and for years, the only release that Madeline had found had been with battery-powered assistance. But this; this was sudden, unexpected, and seemed to unlock something deep within her. Her legs were shaking.
“Good girl,” murmured Enoch. “This was what you needed, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
Suddenly the fingers were gone, and another hard smack came down on her well-punished ass.
“I mean, yes, sir!” she cried.
“You need taking in hand, don’t you, Maddie?” he crooned.
God, do I ever.
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
Enoch’s strong hands moved her from over his knee to standing in front of him.
“Clothes off,” he growled. “Now.”
He watched as Madeline stepped out of the bundle of pants and underwear at her feet. She pulled her shirt over her head, and it seemed that Enoch could contain himself no longer. He stood up and with one hand, unclasped her bra, while with the other, he pulled her into his embrace. Enoch ran his hand up her back and knotted his fingers in her long red hair, forcing her face upward. He brought his mouth down to hers, locking her into a deep passionate kiss.
Madeline could feel all of his desire pouring out and into the way he kissed her. It was the kiss of a man dying of thirst, who had finally found water when all hope was lost. She couldfeelhim, drinking her up, consuming her. In some way, however, while he was taking all of her into himself, he was giving her everything that he had.
Enoch desperately unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and pulled them both down onto the stone. He sat with Madeline on his lap, and she could feel the heat and pulsing of his need pressed against her.
He snaked a hand up to the back of her neck and pulled her head close.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled into her ear.
“Yes, sir,” Madeline gasped, her pussy soaking wet.
