Page 37 of Longing for Liberty

TWENTY-EIGHT

I was alone in the penthouse. The quiet consumed me as I forced down the scrambled eggs. My eyes darted to every corner, and the nervous pain in my belly was back. I quickly finished eating and washed everything.

Before I could even be excited about the possibility of Fitzhugh not being home today, he walked through the door in his gym clothes, hair damp from sweat. My belly flipped. He eyed me from head to bare toes before setting down his bag.

He closed the space between us and wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck. “I’m still upset with you.”

My eyes dropped, then flitted back up to him. “I’m sorry.”

He nodded almost imperceptibly. “You can’t help your nature.”

I was not going to internalize or pick apart those words at this moment.

Fitzhugh lowered his face like he was going to kiss me, but instead, his lips moved to my ear, and his fingers tightened on my neck. “You will be punished today.” He kept his face next to mine.

A shiver of fear went through me, and he chuckled darkly again.

I immediately thought of the stockade, and my breath shortened with each small intake.

“Take off all of your clothes and place your hands flat on the table.”

Okay, so, not the stocks. I allowed relief to seep in as I did what he said, my heart pounding, while he disappeared into the bedroom. He came back out with the plug, the oil, and a long, flat piece of wood that reminded me of a ruler. My heart accelerated at the sight of it.

He poured oil onto my crack and massaged it around. For the first time ever, instead of easing me into it, he pressed the pointed bulb to my back hole and pressed it firmly upward in one shove. I went up on my toes and gasped. Then I felt a sting across my cheeks and let out a surprised yell.

“You stole something from me, Liberty,” he said softly into my ear. “From us .”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

I breathed heavily as two more sharp slaps of wood hit my ass, making me jump.

“You will be sorry. Because I’m still going to have you, but it won’t be as nice as I’d planned.”

I tensed and whimpered as three slaps landed on my cheeks.

“I wondered before if you could handle it.” Another sting. “But now I know you can.”

I didn’t understand how this man was able to have me so wildly turned on and terrified all at once.

“Amos!” He whacked me over and over, the stinging pain turning to a throb and making my eyes water. “I’m sorry…” I yelped at one last thwack and then panted, closing my eyes.

Amos went to his knees and took my waist in his hands, kissing my bottom gently.

He kissed all around, lapping at my sore skin with his tongue.

He turned me, pressing my painful ass into the side of the table as he ran his tongue over my swollen bud.

I grabbed his damp hair, throwing my head back.

Two more seconds and I would be coming. But he didn’t let me.

He stood up and pulled the elastic waistband of his workout pants down, holding his hard girth in his hand as his intense eyes found mine.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed, bracing myself as he took hold of the jeweled end of the plug. I gave a slight push, and shuddered as he yanked it out, tossing it to the ground. Just as quickly, his thick head was there, pushing.

“ Amos —”

“Take it,” he commanded me as he shoved past my barrier with a grunt. “You can handle it.”

He was right. It hurt, but the pain was manageable and already ebbing into something else.

I shouted as he pumped deeper, not taking his time or being gentle.

When he was all the way in, pressing his whole body into me from behind, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright.

His free hand pressed into my lower belly, and he yanked my head at an angle to see the side of my face.

“Who do you belong to, Liberty?”

“You, Amos.”

His hand over my stomach lowered to cup my crotch. “And this?”

“Yours,” I said again, making small yelps as he pumped his hips with hard upward thrusts. I was so close to coming apart before he pressed me forward again and abruptly pulled out, tucking his still-hard self back into his pants.

“You’ll work naked today.”

He headed to his bedroom, and I took a moment to get my bearings. As far as punishments went, that had been both scary and discomforting, but I was okay. In fact, I was grateful that’s the punishment he chose instead of something else…anything else.

Being told not to kiss or be with Jeremy was going to be the worst part of all this.

I picked up the plug from the floor and washed it, along with myself, before getting back to work. Cleaning while naked was distracting and awkward, not to mention the fact that my bottom was stinging like a bitch, but I would make do.

Twice during the day, Amos had me again, forcefully and hot—once against the wall and once over his bathroom sink as he held my throat and made me keep my eyes on him in the mirror—and like the first time, neither of us got to the point of completion.

His stamina and willpower took me by surprise.

I, myself, was a shaky mess by the time I finished making his spaghetti and garlic bread.

When I brought out his plate, he was sitting on the sofa, fully dressed in work clothes minus a jacket or tie.

I set the plate on the table, and he motioned me over with two fingers.

I went to him, stopping between his knees. He held my eyes with his as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling himself out and stroking twice.

“Ready yourself.” He nodded toward the vial of oil on the coffee table and watched me as I oiled my fingers, then myself.

I was sore, but not horribly so. My body was still wet and needy.

He motioned me forward again and took me by the waist, pulling me to straddle him.

I moaned as my core pressed against his hardness, and Amos took my face, kissing me thoroughly.

Our hands roamed one another as I rubbed my wet center against him until he finally lifted me and grasped his cock, aligning with my back opening again, then pushing my hips down. We both groaned loudly as my body filled with him, stretching me more and more until I was flush against his hips.

He took my chin and pulled me in for another ravaging kiss, bucking his hips upward.

From this angle, unlike from behind, my bundle of nerves was able to rub against him when I came down.

Amos angled me back, sucking each breast into his mouth, one by one, before pulling me forward to kiss him again.

I was breathing harder, moving my body, and I realized he had relaxed back and was letting me ride him. So I did.

“Amos,” I whispered against his mouth.

His arms wrapped around me. “Yes.”

I called out his name again, bouncing down harder, deeper, rubbing, circling.

“Liberty…” He said my name like a gruff warning, and it was so sexy.

My body hit its apex and spilled over, my head falling back, and Amos lost it with me, his arms tightening around me as his hips jutted up. Together our bodies throbbed and pumped, sweat dampening my skin and his neck.

He took the back of my head and pulled my face to his as we breathed hard for a long while until the tension ebbed and we came down. “Don’t make me punish you again.”

“I won’t,” I whispered the promise.

I cleaned us up and redressed, noticing it was hard to zip my skirt all the way up. I sucked in and finally got it. It had been tough to zip it that morning, too. I’d had a moment of panic about being pregnant before I assured myself that wasn’t the cause. It was simple nutrition.

“ Mm .” I heard Amos make the sound from the back of his throat, and I turned to see him eyeing me in my snug uniform.

I felt my face heat. “It’s getting tight. I’ll get a new one from the office.”

But he shook his head as he walked over, refolding his sleeves before reaching around and pulling my body to his by my bottom.

“This is exactly what I’d hoped for—to see you fill out the skirt.

Give me a few more days of watching you in this one before you get a new one.

” When I nodded, still feeling flushed, he took my chin and kissed my mouth long and slow.

“Have a good night, Liberty.”

“Good night, Amos.”