"I also said I would take you in any way I want," he countered. "If you fight me I'll have no choice but to discipline you."
"Spanking hurts," she cried.
"Then don't require it by naughty behavior," he stated simply. "Now, getting back to the business at hand," he drawled, letting his finger glide over both openings and pause on her pulsing clit. "I believe I'll take my pleasure now. I'm quite needy and you're so open and available. It seems a shame to waste this position and I can't keep you tied up forever, much as the idea has its appeal."
Rising, he sat and tugged off his boots, stripped his pants and climbed up from the bottom of the massive bed until he was between her widely spread legs. Slipping his hands under her sore bottom, and with very little fuss he positioned his hard cock at her opening and slowly eased inside. She cried out, clamping tightly around him and it was so pleasurable he almost hated to do what he had to do next.
"Stop that," he ordered, squeezing her sore cheeks firmly. "I don't want to hurt you and you can't prevent me from entering you anyway, so make it easy on yourself. I'm going to fuck you, after all, this is about my pleasure and it's what I want. I'm going to ride you long and hard until my balls tighten and my body explodes in ecstasy. Then I'm going to let that sweet little pussy milk every drop of my seed until it's deep, deep inside you," he growled as he began to move.
"But I don't have my thing," she gasped, shivering at his words.
"You mean you could get pregnant?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"Excellent. Maybe I'll tie your legs over your head when I'm done to keep it there, right where it belongs, nice and warm at the entrance to your womb," he groaned as he plunged into her.
"You wouldn't."
"Unfortunately, my darling, I would. You see, desperate times call for desperate measures. Now be a good girl and let me," he insisted, squeezing her well-spanked cheeks. Almost immediately she relaxed her muscles and he slid home, bumping her cervix in painful warning. "Don't do that again," he advised. "I'm sure I can go much deeper than you'd like."
Jasper felt her resistance melt away and with complete disregard for anything but his own pleasure he rode her. She might manage to find pleasure in his actions, but he'd be damned if he helped her, not yet anyway. This little girl needed to understand deep burning desire, the need he had for her, and the best way to do that was to make it her own.
When he felt her start to contract around him, he forced himself to stop and ground his teeth in frustration. Figures she would be so responsive. When she sagged in his hands he began again, coming quickly before she could catch up. He held her tight against him as he flooded her with his passion, preventing her from finding relief grinding against him. It diminished his pleasure a bit, but would be worth it in the long run when she was begging and pleading for release. Maybe he would grant it, maybe he wouldn't. It would depend on her behavior.
Pulling from her body, he rose and untied her wrists and ankles. Taking a pillow, he stuffed it under her bottom elevating her ass.
"Don't you move an inch," he warned before striding naked from the room.
Chapter Ten
Jasper returned shortly with two glasses and some watered down Sangria. Clementine was standing, jumping up and down and using his shirt to clean away his come. "What in heavens name are you doing?" he asked bemused.
"You rented me for the night, not for nine months," she snapped, shooting his shirt at him.
"A good point," he replied, raising a glass to her in salute. "However, should you find you're carrying my child, we'll be married right away."
"You can't make me marry you," she insisted, planting her hand on her hips, challenging him.
Jasper shook his head. "I never should have spanked you earlier," he admitted in disgust. "Now, when you really deserve it for your sassy mouth and arrogant attitude, I find I cannot do it again."
"So you'll never spank me again?" she asked, obviously delighted.
"I didn't say that, fancy pants," he chided, "but from this point on it will only be when you truly deserve it and not when I'm angry or hurt."
"Have I hurt you?" she asked, slowly moving closer to him and taking the glass from his hand.
"You have," he admitted truthfully. "I want you for my own, Clementine McKay. I think I've made that clear."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, gently touching his arm. "Maybe when I've settled my business I can…"
"Are you still… no, never mind. I don't want to know. It will only make me angry and I have much more pleasurable things in mind for tonight. Drink your wine."
Clem obeyed gladly.
"Get up on the bed and lie on your tummy," he instructed, giving her a boost.
"Are you going to show me what it's like from behind?" she asked, sighing as she stretched out on his comfortable bed.
"You're always in such a hurry," he scolded, brushing her hair to one side and baring her back. Taking the bottle from the bedside stand he poured oil into his cupped palm.