CarnalTakeover by Tina Donahue Page A

together.”
    The furniture faced the mirror. She’d be able to see
everything he did or was about to do.
    Using one of the scarves, Daniel tied her wrists to the
cedar and tested the knot twice. No way could she get free. “Bend over and lift
your ass.”
    Alexandra dug her nails into her palms.
    He rested his hand on hers. “Relax your fingers. You’re
going to submit to whatever I do. No squeezing your fists or clenching your
jaw. No crying out. Understand?”
    “Are you serious?”
    “This is about your submission, Alexandra. You’re going to
give yourself fully, no matter what happens. Make a sound or a move that I’ve
forbidden and you’ll not only earn more punishment, I’ll deny your pleasure
longer than I would have. Do you want that?”
    She’d never seen him so serious. Or freaking hot. In the
hushed light, his skin was a deeper copper, his hair impossibly black. He wore
his air of authority well, his thickened cock a promise that he’d mount and
penetrate her repeatedly before the night ended.
    Alexandra fought dizziness and uncurled her fingers.
    Daniel squeezed them gently, then brushed her hair from her
back. “I want your ass higher.”
    She lifted it.
    He pushed his foot against the inside of her ankles,
spreading her even more. With one hand on her belly and the other on the small
of her back, Daniel tilted Alexandra’s body so her butt was as high as
possible. “Remember this position. The next time I’m ready to discipline you,
you’ll get into it immediately without me having to say a word. Tell me why
that is.”
    Her nipples tightened so much they stung. A pool of warmth
settled in her pussy. “So I don’t face more punishment.”
    “That’s right.” He padded to either side of her, then in
front and grabbed her belt. With the buckle in his palm, he wound a bit of its
length over his fist, then slapped the free end against his other palm.
    A sharp crack filled the room. She started.
    He murmured, “You misbehaved tonight, didn’t you?”
    Damn, this was amazing. More than Alexandra had bargained
for or realized she’d enjoy. “Yes.”
    “Tell me you were wrong to have done that.”
    “I was.”
    “And you need to be punished.”
    God yeah. “I do.”
    “How badly?”
    She answered without pause. “Whatever you think. However
much you want.”
    He’d never hurt her. This was a game to tempt and thrill.
How was it possible she’d lived without it for so long?
    Daniel ran his fingertips over her jaw, leaving a trail of
sensation that comforted and aroused.
    “Look in the mirror,” he ordered. “Watch what happens.”
    It wasn’t easy to obey. Alexandra feared looking awkward or
ridiculous.
    She didn’t.
    Daniel had posed her well. Her bound hands, elevated ass,
and the faint light dancing over her nudity were quite erotic.
    He propped his foot on the lowest slat of the board and
rested his hand on her hip, imprisoning her further. “No trying to avoid the
belt. No sounds.”
    Not a one. If she dared disobey, Alexandra knew she’d face
the worst…his denial of pleasure. Blood pumped in her ears. She couldn’t snatch
enough air. Even so, she shook her head in answer to his command, surrendering
to his will, and focused on her reflection in the mirror.
    He swung the belt upward. It arced above his head, the end
forming a semicircle. The image lasted for a moment. With lightning speed, the
leather came back down and connected with her skin.
    Alexandra jumped. A second later, the burning sting
registered. Gritting her teeth, she made no sound. However, her heavy breathing
mingled with the noise of the licking flames and driving wind. Just as she was
about to curl her fingers into fists, forgetting it wasn’t allowed, the hurt
faded into a rush of warmth.
    She swallowed.
    He punished her again, this lick landing slightly above the
last. She arched her back in response, which elevated her butt. Daniel seemed
to take that as an invitation to discipline her