Perfect Temptation (Perfect Fit Book 4)

by KB Alan

  “Did you live in a big city, growing up?”

  “A suburb. We went camping every year, though. My parents had an RV. My sister and I would pitch a tent, unless it was raining.”

  “Are you close with your sister?”

  “Fairly close, considering we live on opposite sides of the country. She had gotten married and just found out she was pregnant when Uncle Paul got sick. I was going back every year to see her and her family, and my parents, but now that my parents have moved to Arizona it’s a little more complicated. She and her family came out here last year, which was fun. The kids are nine and seven. We had a blast going to historical sites, the water park, that kind of thing. I took them to work with me one day and let them play in the dirt.”

  She smiled, but it was touched with a hint of sadness, likely due to the thought of the cousin that she’d lost through no fault of her own. But then her smile deepened. “I’m excited to meet the baby. I know Sonya’s due date isn’t for six more days, but really, the baby could come at any time.”

  “Yeah. I made it back in time for Deena, my niece’s, birth. It was pretty cool being at the hospital when she was born and seeing her when she was less than an hour old.”

  “Do you want kids?” she asked.

  “Probably.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Same. I don’t think I’ll be super upset if I don’t meet the right guy, or if it doesn’t happen for other reasons, but mostly I expect I’ll have them. Two, if possible.”

  He reached out and ran a hand lightly along her shoulder. Just an easy caress, not to light any fires, but to remind her she wasn’t alone.

  “Two’s a good number,” he agreed. “You don’t have to get a bigger car for two.”

  She laughed. “Yes, definitely a consideration to keep in mind.”

  “And they can share a bathroom without killing each other. Three would push that limit so you’d need a bigger house, more bathrooms.”

  “I can see you’ve given this some thought.”

  He hadn’t. Not really. But for the first time in his life, he wondered if he’d met someone he could see a future with. A family with. He’d had long-term partners before, sure, but he’d been young and they’d never really reached that stage. It was seriously jumping the gun to think that he’d gotten there now. They weren’t even a couple. They’d only been more than acquaintances for a few weeks. Definitely jumping the gun. For sure.

  “A bit,” he said.

  When they were hot and sweaty, they dove back into the pond, and Natalie did a couple of laps while he encouraged her. He wanted her tired, and sun and exercise were bound to accomplish that.

  They went back to the house to shower and watch a movie. She fell asleep within half an hour. Giving her twenty minutes, he turned off the television, then retrieved the rose and used it to tickle and tease her nose and cheeks until she woke up.

  She blinked awake, her mouth curving on seeing his face above hers. He rewarded that instant response with a soft kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders but he pulled back so he could watch her as he asked his question.

  “Do you want to play? Or do you want to do this?” He nodded toward her, to indicate they could make love without playing.

  The line between her eyebrows appeared. “Yes.”

  He pretended to scowl at her. “You have to choose one.”

  “Can I let you pick?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, you decide. Please.”

  Perfect. He kissed her on the lips, light and quick, then stood from where he’d knelt beside the couch. He was maybe a little bit of a sadist, after all, because he’d wanted her tired from an afternoon in the sun. He’d wanted to see if he could make her cranky and now was the perfect opportunity.

  “Robe off, on your knees by the door.”

  He went to get his bag from the room without checking to see how quickly she complied.

  When he returned, she was positioned as ordered.

  “Shoulders back.” His command was more stern than he’d been using before.

  Her spine stiffened and her shoulders straightened.

  He locked her collar on and gave her forehead a kiss. He added the wrist and ankle cuffs, but this time he hooked a short strap between the ankle cuffs, hobbling her so she could only take small steps. He hooked the wrists cuffs together.

  “Hands and knees.”

  She dropped down into position and he eased the bigger plug into her butt. Working with him, she accepted it with only a small catch of her breath when it was fully seated.

  “How does that feel?” He rubbed his hand along the top of her ass.

  “Full, Sir.”

  “Lucky for you, I’m a nice guy, and I won’t make you worry about keeping it in today.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He was such a bastard. He pulled out some straps and wrapped a harness around her, which would keep the plug in snuggly. Then he added a butterfly massager to the front, over her clit.

  She frowned.

  He pulled out his phone and used the app to turn the vibrator on low.

  Her eyes widened and he smiled. “No coming.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He checked his watch. “It’s three, and those sandwiches from lunch are long gone, but it’s too early for dinner. Think you can make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? You can make one for you, too, if you’d like.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Great. I want you to make it at the table. Pull out everything you need and set it on the table, to get started.”

  She took tiny steps at first, then bigger, as she adjusted to the hobble, the harness and the vibrator on her clit. He enjoyed the show. She made several trips to get everything she needed to the table. She surveyed the items, then looked to him.

  He came to her, cupped her cheeks in his hand and kissed her softly. “Nicely done.” Then he took the clip off her cuffs, and watched her delight change to consternation as he moved her hands behind her back and re-hooked them. He kissed her nose. “Don’t make a mess, or I’ll have to punish you.”

  She opened her mouth. Closed it. Glared at him, then looked quickly away when he raised his eyebrow at her. Finally, with her lips in a thin line, she turned her back to the table and picked up the peanut butter. He probably should have warned her to at least open the lids.

  He turned a chair around and sat to watch, arms resting against the back. She got both lids open, after a short struggle. She’d set the bread out on two plates, rather than bringing the whole bag from the kitchen, so she didn’t have to deal with that. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the butter knife and got to work.

  There was definitely a mess. There was peanut butter and jelly on the bread. And her hands, the table, the floor and her ass. He was such a bastard. When she finally moved the plate, with his sandwich, to the spot in front of his chair, he nodded.

  “Thank you.” He reached out and unhooked her cuffs. “You should clean up before you sit down, or you’ll make the chair a mess, too.”

  Her lips were pinched, but she didn’t say anything. She washed her hands, wet a paper towel and wiped her butt, then another for the table. By the time she sat down to eat, he was nearly done. He wasn’t a complete ass, so he got up and poured them both glasses of water.

  She’d calmed down by the time she was finished. She picked up their plates and took them to the sink.

  “Those can wait, let’s talk about your punishment first.”

  The plates clattered into the sink and she whirled. “No fair! You set me up. There was no way I could do that without making a mess.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her, mostly because he was pretty sure if he opened his mouth, he’d start laughing. He needed a second to make sure he could pull himself together. She was fucking magnificent.

  “Don’t give me that look. You can’t possibly deny that there is no way I could have done that without making a mess.”

  “There were absolutely things you c
ould have done to not get punished,” he said, managing to keep his voice stern. “At least two.”

  She scowled at him. “And what, pray tell—” Her scowl changed to a frown. “Safe word? Was I supposed to safe word over a sandwich?”

  “That was one possibility. Especially since you have a variable safe word. A three or a four, maybe?”

  “Damn it.” Her anger diminished slightly, and confusion colored her words. “You wanted me to say my safe word?”

  “You had one other option to avoid punishment, besides not making a mess.”

  He could see that defeat was setting in, but she still narrowed her eyes at him. “How?”

  “When you cooked the eggs, what did I tell you to do if you were going to get hurt?”

  Her shoulders slumped. “Ask you for help.” Then she scowled. “But you didn’t say that this time, and what’s the point in telling me to do something that I can’t do without asking you to undo what you did?”

  Fucking adorable. He bit his tongue to keep from smiling.

  “To show that you were listening, for one. To show that you can come to your Dom for help when you need to. To show that you trust me to take care of you.” Her shoulders sagged at each sentence. “Lastly, do you remember discussing funishments when we went over your limits list?”

  “Oh, crap,” she whispered. They had talked about the idea of the pretend punishments that were meant to be for fun and pleasure, not correction.

  “You said you might be interested, but you weren’t sure that being punished for things that you didn’t actually screw up would be something you were okay with.”

  Natalie swallowed hard at Noah’s words. She really hated fucking up. Which is why she’d told him that.

  “So, if I’d asked you for help you would have given it?”

  “Or asked if you wanted a funishment.”

  “But since I didn’t ask for help, or use my safe word, I’ll get the funishment?”

  He laughed. “Oh, baby, no. I think you definitely earned a real punishment, don’t you?”

  She’d known he was going to say that. She thought about how she’d yelled at him, and shivered.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She shuffled over to his chair and knelt down. The damn vibrator was still slowly beating against her clit, but she was super thankful she didn’t have to worry about the butt plug coming out. When he put his hand on her head, she felt her eyes get wet, but she swallowed hard to keep the tears back.

  On the one hand, yeah, he’d set her up. But on the other hand, she’d hella overreacted. So where she’d thought she’d fucked up, by making a mess, that hadn’t actually been a problem. How she’d reacted to it, oh yeah, that was the fuck up.

  “What would the punishment have been for making a mess?” she asked.

  “Oh, you’ll still get that. Six spanks.”

  She sighed. “And what will the punishment be for having a freak-out and yelling at you?”

  “Because I’m such a nice guy, and you’re still new at this, you’ll have three choices. Twenty spanks with my hand, five spanks with a wood paddle and five spanks with my hand, or no spanks, no paddle, and no orgasm for the rest of the day. Be aware that we will still be playing, and I will certainly be coming, but none for you.”

  Well, at least that was easy. “The wood paddle, please, Sir. Thank you for letting me decide.” She knew he’d been waiting to use the wood paddle, in case it brought back any memories from that long-ago night, but she really felt like he’d brought her so far past that experience that it wouldn’t be an issue. And if it was, it would be over quickly. And he’d help her through it.

  “Are you sure?” He cupped her chin in his hand.

  She met his gaze. “Yes, Sir. Despite what just happened, I trust myself to use my safe word if there’s a problem. And I trust you to help me.”

  His smile did funny things to her heart. “Good girl. We’ll do the six spanks for making a mess now, over my lap. Then we’ll clean up the kitchen and you’ll do your journal, then we’ll do the second punishment.”

  She’d rather get it all done now, but it wasn’t up to her. “Yes, Sir.”

  He helped her stand and position herself over his lap. Then he turned the vibrator up to full power. “You can come if you want,” he told her and smacked her ass. Which is when she remembered that this was the funishment, not the punishment, and she was supposed to enjoy it. This was helped out by his stopping after the second smack to grab the base of the butt plug and ease it in and out of her, then wiggle it around a bit, reawakening all those nerves. She came on the fifth spank and cried out on the sixth.

  “There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He gently wiped the tears off, then grabbed a napkin from the table and held it to her nose.

  Humiliated, she nonetheless blew into the paper and remained still as he wiped her clean. Then she tucked her head under his chin and tried to disappear. She was feeling such a weird mix of relief and pleasure from the orgasm, but confusion from the crying and the upcoming punishment, and from having actually screwed up.

  He rubbed his cheek against her hair, apparently in no rush. For some reason, that made things deep inside her break up, and she started crying in earnest.

  “That’s my Petal, just let it out.” He stood up and moved to the couch, settling in, crooning words in her ear the whole time. He handed her a tissue and pulled her in tightly against him.

  She couldn’t say why she was crying but it poured out of her, and he didn’t seem worried, so she just gave into it. Finally, when she’d gone through several tissues, she managed to sniffle her way to silence.

  “Deep breath, now. You’re fine. You’re doing great.”

  She took several and listened to his heartbeat under her ear. The whole point of this weekend was to see if she wanted to move forward in this lifestyle, and how that might look. It was not to fall for Noah Tucker. But while it was getting easier and easier to imagine playing these kinds of games with him, it was getting harder and harder to imagine them with anyone else.

  Her hand clenched in his shirt at the idea. Intellectually she knew that she’d get over that, if she had to. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Even if he stuck to their arrangement and waved goodbye on Monday with no plans to see her this way in the future, she wasn’t sure she wanted to explore with anyone else. Probably she’d get over that. She owned her body, not him, and if this is what gave her pleasure, she’d take charge of that and find someone to give it to her. Eventually. Probably she wouldn’t wait another five years this time.

  He smoothed her hair back from her face and she raised her eyes to his. He searched her face, then kissed the corner of her eye, which was probably gross and crusty.

  “Why don’t you climb into bed and do your journal there. Then you can take a nap when you’re done. I’ll make dinner.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  He helped her sit up. Only then did she realize he’d turned off the vibrator at some point. “Leave the toys in the bathroom, you can clean them after your nap,” he told her as he released her from all her bonds.

  “Okay, Sir.”

  He kissed her temple and she went to do as she’d been told.

  When she put the journal down and snuggled into the bed, she wasn’t sure anything she’d written would make sense later. Or how long she’d been at it. The bedroom door was open and she could see that Noah had taken a seat on the couch where he could keep an eye on her. She tucked her hands under her cheek and watched him reading until her eyes got too heavy and she dropped into sleep.

  When she woke, the cabin smelled delicious. Noah was back in his seat and when she raised her head to rest on her elbow, he put his ereader down. Then he crooked his finger at her. She’d been warm and comfy in the bed, didn’t want to move, but that little finger wiggle gave her some motivation. Of course, she wasn’t wearing his collar, and they weren’t in scene, so…fuck it, he was still hot as hell.

  She rolled out of bed, pu
lling on her robe as she approached him.

  “Smells good out here,” she managed before he snatched her off her feet and into his lap. Giggling, she burrowed into him.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “Good. Rested. Not weepy. Hungry.”

  He checked his watch. “Ten more minutes.”

  “You’re handy.”

  “I have my moments. Tell me what you think about earlier.”

  She sighed. She’d been hopeful that the talking-about-it portion was already done. Not very hopeful, mind, but slightly. “I think I’m not a fan of funishments.”

  “What if I’d told you I was going to cuff your hands behind your back, make you fix us sandwiches, and then punish you for the mess you were sure to make?”

  “I guess that would have been okay, but if the point of it was to get to a fun spanking with orgasm, I feel like we could have just done that without me getting jelly on my ass.”

  “You could have asked me to lick the jelly off your ass,” he pointed out.

  She huffed out a laugh. “Maybe. I guess I can see it as a valid form of play. But I would definitely want it to be negotiated beforehand. I don’t like feeling like I screwed up. And apparently it’s apt to make me actually screw up.”

  “It also would have felt differently if I’d done the real punishment before the play one.”

  “Yes, that would have been a little less confusing, now that you say it. Why didn’t you?”

  She was tracing her finger over the freckles on his arm, but she looked up to meet his gaze.

  “Timing. Logistics. Order of operations.”

  She laughed.

  The timer on his phone beeped. “You hit the bathroom, I’ll get this plated up.”

  She came out to a pork chop, mashed potatoes and roasted Brussels sprouts on her plate. It was delicious, and she felt fully back to normal by the time she pushed the plate away. They’d discussed their favorite video games over dinner, as well as the blockbuster action movie that had released that weekend. He was skeptical, but she thought it looked like fun.

  They cleaned up together, then she got dressed and they headed out for a walk. The clouds had come in, and the humidity had risen, but it wasn’t too bad.