Top Trouble: A Submissive Series Standalone Novel

by Tara Sue Me

  She still wanted him.

  Oh, she could try to deny it and he had no doubt she would. But the one thing she couldn’t lie about was how her body reacted to him. The way she leaned, more than likely subconsciously, whenever he shifted toward her. The way she licked her lips. Even the subtly seductive way she’d push a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering and then tracing over skin he’d touched and tasted not too long ago.

  Skin he had all intentions of touching and tasting again.

  Orson asked him a question and Evan realized he hadn’t heard a thing the man had said in the last five minutes. “Run that by me again,” he asked his old friend.

  “I asked if you thought it was a good idea for you and Kelly to touch base during the week since she’ll only be here on the weekends?” Orson repeated with an eye roll. “Maybe a quick call at the end of the day and a debrief when she arrives on Fridays?”

  Evan wasn’t sure what Orson was up to, and his expression didn’t give anything away. If he and Kelly spoke every night would they really need a weekly debrief?

  Was he really going to argue about spending alone time with Kelly?

  Hell, no.

  “Sounds good to me,” Evan said with a nod to Kelly. “If she’s okay with it.”

  “It’s a good place to start,” Kelly said. “We can always change it later if we see the need.”

  Orson stood up. “That’s that, then. Evan, I know you’ve only been here a few days, but would you mind giving Kelly a tour around the place?” He looked at Kelly. “I’ll go and make sure Kiara is settled and let her know you’ll meet up with her later.”

  Yup, Evan wasn’t sure, but Orson was definitely up to something. This was only made more obvious with how he wouldn’t meet Evan’s eyes, and the way he walked off after dismissing them. However, if Kelly noticed anything, she didn’t show it.

  “Ready for the grand tour?” he asked her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Evan had shown Kelly about half of what he’d planned to before she started talking.

  “I appreciate you doing this,” she said. “I know the way I acted in Wilmington probably didn’t leave you with a burning desire to help me.”

  They had walked through the daily areas of the ranch: the rooms for the weekend and weekday guests, the common areas, and the dining room. Now, he’d turned them toward the barn and outbuildings. Orson had told him both her room number and Kiara’s. She probably assumed his room was close to hers, but she’d be wrong. He was staying in a caretaker's cottage near the barn.

  “You know, I could be a real ass and ask you what makes you think I’m doing any of this for you,” Evan replied, doing his best to keep his voice even and jovial, but at the same time to let her know he hadn’t forgotten anything about that weekend.

  “You could,” she agreed. “But I think we both know between the two of us, I’m the bigger ass, especially where that weekend is concerned.”

  He couldn’t argue with her about that, so he didn’t attempt to. Instead, he leveled his gaze at her. “As true as that statement might be, I know the real you and it’s not the woman I woke up to that weekend. My only regret is not calling you on it and forcing you to tell me what the hell was going on.”

  “I’m not sure you could have gotten me to tell you.”

  They passed the barns, and he didn’t even mention them. She didn’t seem to find anything strange about that, so he kept going, bringing them to the cottage he was staying in. “You underestimate me,” he said, opening the door and waiting for her to enter. “I can be very persuasive when I need to be.”

  She looked around the tiny but cozy living room. He’d loved it on sight and for some reason, he wanted her to see it, to see if she felt the same.

  “What is this place?” she asked.

  He took at step back, needing to see her expression. “It’s where I’m staying this summer.”

  She looked up, wearing a mild expression of shock. “Here?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why did you bring me here?” There wasn’t an accusation in her question, but rather a curiosity.

  “Maybe I wanted to test my powers of persuasion on you.”

  “Oh?”

  He moved toward her this time. Only a step, but she would know what he was up to. “You and I both know that one night wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy whatever this thing between us is.”

  She didn’t move away, didn’t deny his words.

  “Tell me, Kelly,” he said. “Tell me you don’t want to explore it more. Tell me you haven’t got yourself off thinking about how good we were together. Give me anything, a word, a sign, a gesture, anything to tell me you don’t want this, that you want to go back to the main campus, and I swear we’ll leave immediately. Tell me you want nothing to do with me, and I vow by all that I hold dear, I won’t bring it up again.”

  She stood silently, watching him, but not saying anything. Doing nothing to refute anything he’d just spoken.

  “You can’t do it, can you?” he asked.

  “You know I can’t.”

  He closed the distance between them until there was no space left and he could feel the soft tremors within her. He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “You want this? You want me?” Because, damn it, he was going to make sure there was no doubt at all tonight.

  “Yes, please, Evan.” Even if she hadn’t said the words, her eyes told him exactly what he wanted to hear. But then she said, “I’m so sorry I said what I did. I’ve felt so bad about it,” and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what he had to do next.

  Even though every cell in his body rebelled, he made himself walk away and sit on the couch. “I appreciate you telling me how sorry you are about that weekend, but as you well know, sometimes words aren’t enough.” And just in case there was any confusion in her mind about what he wanted, he patted his lap. “Come here.”

  “You have got to be kidding me.”

  He hid a smile from her. “I kid about a lot of things as you’re well aware, but I never kid about punishments. Strip from the waist down and get over my lap. I’ll only use my hand, but by God, Kelly, I will spank your ass for the way you acted.”

  She struggled. He could see it on her face. Part of her wanted to obey and part of her balked. “I’m a Domme. You can’t spank me.”

  “We both know I can. But I won’t without your consent. However, since you are a Domme, I know you understand why this needs to happen before we move forward.”

  “Oh, shit,” she said, but her voice was low and raspy, and he imagined arousal pooled between her thighs.

  “Now, Kelly. Over my lap so I can spank you nice and hard the way you deserve.”

  “But, it’s going to hurt.”

  “Damn straight it’s going to hurt. You were rude and ugly and you lied. Don’t you think you deserve a spanking that hurts? Do you honestly think you need anything less than my hand turning your ass nice and red, giving you the spanking of your life?”

  He’d probably pushed her too hard. He truly expected her to turn and walk away. But she didn’t. In a voice so soft, he had to strain his ear to hear, she said, “Yes, Sir. That’s what I deserve.”

  Had she really thought Evan didn’t scream Dom? She had thought that? Surely whenever she thought that, she must have been half out of her mind. To look at him now, no one would ever think him anything other than a Dom. He practically exuded it. She almost swore she felt it. And had she just agreed she wanted him to spank her?

  Had she?

  She was definitely not in her right mind. Though sitting on the couch not more than five steps in front of her, Evan waited, looking secure as if he knew with one hundred percent certainty there was only one way this thing was ending, and that was with her over his lap, her offered ass in the air for him to spank.

  Fuck, she was going to do this.

  She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the door to his cabin was closed and locked. It was. She took a dee
p breath and turned her attention back to Evan.

  “Yes,” he said, obviously seeing where she’d looked and guessing why. “The door is both closed and locked. This is a private matter between us and no one else has a right to know anything about it.”

  It was that last sentence that had her finally move her feet. Telling herself not to think about it above what was necessary, she undid her jeans, pushed them down over her hips, and stopped for a second to catch her breath.

  “How long has it been, Kelly?” Evan asked.

  It didn’t surprise her Evan knew exactly what she’d been thinking. She didn’t hesitate before answering him honestly. “So long I can’t even remember. Probably my first Dom.”

  He looked surprised at that, but didn’t offer to forego his plan. Not that she expected or wanted him to.

  With the truth of that fact echoing in her mind, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and pushed them down to join her pants on the floor. After that, it was only a few steps until she was in a position to drape herself over his lap.

  Though it had been so long she couldn’t remember the last time someone spanked her, her body remembered. In fact it shocked her how quickly she found herself settling her body in a way to both grant him access to her backside and to make everything as comfortable as possible for her.

  “Very nice,” Evan said. “Someone trained you well. Did you serve as a submissive before discovering you were a Domme?”

  “Something like that,” she said, not wanting to get into the whole switch thing while she was half naked and across his lap.

  “Mmm,” he hummed, running a hand over her ass. “I think you have the most spankable ass I’ve ever seen.” He rained several light slaps across both cheeks. “Also, while I’m disciplining you, you will call me Sir.”

  She bit the inside of her cheek to keep any smartass replies inside her mouth where they belonged. As much as she might want to tell him to go fuck himself, she knew he was right. For this period of time she had given him control and calling him Sir would serve as a reminder.

  “Do you understand?” he asked, and it didn’t escape her attention that he waited before asking the question. Because he knew she had to work it out before she would agree with him.

  She really didn’t know how she ever saw him as anything other than a hardcore Dom. “Yes, Sir,” she replied. With those two simple words, her body relaxed into a state of calm she wouldn’t have expected to experience while naked and waiting over someone’s knee for a spanking. Evan felt it as well, she was certain. No sooner had the tension left her body, than he whispered, “Good girl,” and lightly swept his hand down her back. She swallowed a groan. She was not a submissive in Evan’s eyes and she didn’t want him to see her as anything other than Mistress K. No matter how incredible and right his hands felt on her or how warm her insides went at his praise.

  Above her, Evan sighed, almost as if he could hear her thoughts. Then the first slap of his hand landed on her backside. At first they were light and sporadic, landing everywhere across the expanse of her ass. He was methodical, ensuring he didn’t miss a spot. So gradual it took her longer than it should to notice the slaps became more focused and a lot harder.

  The two of them had went back and forth over the years, teasing about the other’s spanking abilities. He would crack some remark about how she hit like a girl and she’d come back with a well placed retort about how he had to spank because he’d never progressed beyond that point. After today, she would have to take back everything she’d ever said in relation to the way he spanked because, holy shit, did he know how. She already dreaded each smack of his hands and if she was right, he hadn’t even started the real spanking yet.

  “Okay,” he said. “I think that’s got you nice and warmed up. Are you ready for me to start now?”

  Fucking hell. Even though she’d guessed correctly, it still came as somewhat of a shock that her butt was as sore as it was and he was only getting started.

  “Kelly?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied. “I’m ready.”

  “Ask me properly.”

  She ground her teeth together. When he didn’t budge, she squirmed, making sure she hit his erection as she did so.

  He stilled her by placing his hand firmly on the small of her back. “Touch my dick one more time and you’ll find it buried in your ass. Do I make myself clear?”

  She froze at once. Not because of his words, although they were enough to fill her with an unexpected arousal. No. It was his tone. The unyielding and uncompromising tone that somehow made her insides quiver at the realization that she was indeed a switch. Even more as she realized Evan was one of the few Doms with the ability to bring out her long hidden away submissive self.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. “I understand.”

  “Good,” he said, using the same tone as before and sending her insides to quiver once more. “Now I believe I’d also given you a command.”

  She didn’t even hesitate. “Please, Sir. Spank me for my behavior toward you the last time we were together.”

  “See now how easy that was?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Evan probably should have kept that last comment to himself. Since the second she first realized his intention to spank her, not a single step had been easy for Kelly. Yet, she’d surprised him, and quite possibly herself, with the fact that she was naked from the waist down, and bent over his lap.

  Spanking her wasn’t even on the top of his list of things he wanted to do. Hell, with a half-naked Kelly draped over him, he could easily think of a dozen things that would be more fun. Spanking, or more to the point, causing any sort of pain had never been anything he looked forward to as a Dom. However, he’d lived this lifestyle long enough to know he’d spoken the truth when he told her they both needed this before they could move on.

  With her ready and in position, he spanked her. He didn’t go easy on her. There was no reason he should. She hadn’t gone easy on him the day after the wedding, had she?

  He spanked her until her ass was a bright red and his hand hurt. He spanked her until he saw tears rolling down her cheeks and she’d stopped trying to avoid his hand and accepted it as a just consequence of her actions.

  When he brought his hand down for the last time, he told her they were finished. He wanted nothing more than to pull her tight to his chest and hold her. But, not knowing if she’d welcome anything of the sort, he hesitated for a second and simply stroked her back.

  She must have taken his hesitation for something else because she sat up and threw her arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry I said those awful things to you.”

  “Shh,” he shushed, putting his arms around her. “It’s over. It’s done with.”

  “Hold me,” she pleaded. “Don’t let me go yet.”

  His heart broke a little at her assumption that he would do differently. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you go right now.” He stroked her hair. “I’ll hold you for as long as I need to hold you and I guarantee it’ll be longer than you need.”

  She chuckled at that, which was why he said it.

  He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, her in his lap, both of them holding on to the other as if by letting go they would loose something precious. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to pull away first. Whatever she needed and however long she needed it, she could have.

  What he wasn’t expecting was for her to turn her head slightly and whisper, “Take me.”

  “Kelly,” he said, not sure it would be in either of their best interest to do anything further tonight.

  “Please,” she asked again. “I need... I need… you.”

  He wasn’t sure he could be what she needed, and that killed him. He’d never gone from spanking someone to taking them to bed. Not a punishment type spanking. Sure, he typically got hard, but usually he’d ignore it and it’d go away. Occasionally, he’d have the submissive take him in her mouth. Never had any of them asked him
to take her to bed.

  No one except Kelly.

  She pulled back and caught his gaze. “If you don’t want me, tell me. But I thought… I thought you did and I need…”

  He didn’t let her finish. One, because he gathered she didn’t know how to end what she was trying to say and two, because if she needed him, he would do whatever he could for her. If she needed the comfort of his body or the pleasure he could bring, it was hers.

  “Stop,” he barely got out before claiming her lips in a kiss to show he’d take her wherever and however she needed.

  She tilted her head to give him greater access to her mouth and allowing him to deepen the kiss as he wanted. He slipped his hands under her shirt, basically a tee-shirt. All he had to do was draw her arms above her head and pull it off. Without a word, he unhooked her bra and gently slipped it off her as well.

  God, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Reverently, he trailed a finger down her neck, across her collarbone, and down her arm. He loved watching the goosebumps pop up along her skin and how she sucked in a breath at his touch.

  “I’m yours,” he told her. “For tonight, I’ll be anything you need.” Anything beyond tonight they would have to talk about. He still wasn’t sure what made her lie the morning after the wedding. Wasn’t sure what, if anything, she wanted in a relationship from him. But tonight, he could be whatever she needed.

  Naked, she pulled back and gave him a sultry smile. A tentative sultry smile, but it was there, and it was all her. And something hit him in that moment, but it wasn’t the time or place to discuss it, so he put it aside to talk about later.

  Still holding her in his arms, he walked her backward to the bed until she bumped against it, and he pushed her down on her back. She didn’t like being on top. Not that she had said it the last time they were together, but he could tell it wasn’t her favorite.

  Of course, that fit in just fine with what he was going to do because tonight, she wasn’t Mistress K; she wasn’t a Top, or a Domme. Tonight, she was his submissive, and he’d take her any way he wanted.