Chapter 17

He led her toward the lounge couch and turned her so she was facing the luxurious, olive and black furniture. She was naked and exposed. It was everything she could do not to wrap her arms around herself for a little bit of coverage, but she knew he wouldn't allow it. His mercurial moods since arriving on the yacht might have taken a turn for the better, but she wasn't banking on him allowing her any concessions at this point. She could still feel the anger seething just below the surface.

Her feeling of exposure intensified when he placed a large palm against the middle of her back and and urged her forward against the seat. She glanced over at him with a frown as she bent at the waist. He took her wrist in his other hand and pulled it down, forcing her to lean. With a gasp, she fell forward until her palms were planted on the cushions with her backside facing outward. Facing him.

Being the smart, educated woman she was, Katie picked up on Roman's intentions pretty quickly. She jerked upright, coming into contact with a hard chest. His arms came around her from behind, anchoring her to the spot.

"Roman!" she cried out.

He dropped his head and growled in her ear, "You said you were going to be brave for me, little girl."

"But you're going to spank me, aren't you?" she asked, struggling pathetically in his strong grip.

"Worse," he admitted, his voice hard. "Now be the brave girl you said you would be. Shut up, bend over and take it, Katie. I can promise, after the shit you done to yourself, this'll be a walk in the park. Hopefully you'll even love it."

She shuddered against him, but settled down. After a moment of breathing heavily, she finally nodded and allowed him to bend her back over the sofa couch. He kept his broad hand on the small of her back in case she got any ideas about taking off again. He was leaning against her so she felt his every move when he unbuckled the leather belt and slid it from his hips. She tensed with fear and expectation as she watched him fold it in half from the corner of her eye. Terror set in when he finally stepped away from her, trailing his fingers tenderly down her spine as he left.

"Roman," she pleaded one last time, hoping maybe he would relent. Give up on this silly idea of his that she somehow needed pain to truly live.

His name barely left her lips when she heard the whistle of leather slicing through air. The crack of the belt hitting her skin met her ears a split second before the pain set in. She barely had time to think, he was right!, before the belt landed again, and again and again. He beat her ass relentlessly, using more strength than she thought Roman would ever be willing to use with his beloved, but far, far less than she knew those huge arms were capable of. As the old feeling of euphoria took hold, flooding her veins with familiar sensations, Katie tipped her head back and revelled in it.

Her screams of pain and ecstasy filled the air around them, getting lost in the emptiness of the open ocean around them. A tiny fraction of her mind reserved enough energy to note how careful Roman was to keep his strokes to her ass and thighs, careful never to hit her above her waist where he could do actual damage. His sexy grunts filled her head, telling her that he was not unaffected by her reddening ass. She had no idea how many times he hit her, she only knew her knees gave out before she was ready.

He stopped beating her, drawing a whimper of protest from her. He bent over her naked, bowed and quivering body. "Done?" he grunted in her ear. A drop of sweat splashed from his brow onto her lip. She eagerly licked the saltiness up.

"More!" she panted turning dilated eyes up to him.

He stared down at her for an undecided moment as if trying to work out what to do. Finally, he reached down and lifted her up by the armpits. He pushed her backwards until she toppled onto the couch behind her. She hissed and cried out, rolling onto her side when her abused ass touched the cushion. He brought a hand down onto her stomach, stopping her and pushed her further back until she was laying with her back against the cushions. He pushed her legs up until her knees were bent up against her shoulders. She tried to close them, but he forced them open, exposing her completely to both his touch and gaze.

A shudder of expectation, fear and arousal rippled through her. Her ass was on fire where it touched the couch cushion. Roman stood leaning forward between her legs, watching her. Slowly, his eyes dropped to the flesh between her legs. For the first time in her life she didn't feel self-conscious about the scars. She knew from the crazed, hungry look in his eyes that he was looking at her, not the marks.

He brushed his knuckle gently across her folds. Katie moaned and lifted her hips slightly to meet his touch. "You're soaked," he groaned, awe lacing his voice as if he couldn't believe it.

"Only for you," she whispered.

His body tightened over hers. She saw him warring with himself as need shuddered through his big body. She realized now why he was so fierce around her, so unpredictable and combustible. He had over a decade of pent up sexual frustration and it was all for her.

"Please, Roman," she begged him breathlessly, "hurt me again!"