by Tara Sue Me
“You’ll let me do anything I want to you tonight, won’t you?” he asked, looking down at her, letting her feel how he’d pinned her to the bed.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
With those two softly spoken words, she’d handed him his favorite fantasy on a fucking silver platter. Kelly was his. At least for tonight. He might not let her sleep at all.
“Do you have any idea about all the things I want to do to you?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
He cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. “Would you like to find out?”
She moaned, but that wasn’t good enough for him.
“Words, Kelly. Give me your words if you want to find out.”
“It doesn’t matter, Sir, what your plans are for me. I want you to take me however you want.”
The words she spoke were so unlike anything he imagined coming out of her mouth. He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “Are you telling me the truth, or saying what you think I want to hear?”
“The truth, Sir.”
He sensed no falsehood in her expression. Maybe she didn’t think the spanking was enough of a punishment, but then why had she almost begged him to take her? “What am I missing, Kelly? Talk to me.”
Her gaze drifted away from his, and he knew he’d struck on something. She took a deep breath, and he feared she would remain silent. He’d never before wanted to be able to force someone to talk to him so badly, but force wasn’t what she needed at the moment, so he waited.
It didn’t take nearly as long as he thought, but her words were not anything like he’d expected. “I’m not a Domme. I’m a switch. It’s been a long time since I’ve submitted to anyone. Much less for anything resembling a punishment spanking…” She paused, and he almost missed how her cheeks flushed as she spoke because he was still trying to work through her first two sentences. She was a switch? What the fuck?
He told himself to think about it later, because as unreal as it seemed, she was trying to tell him something she thought more important.
“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this but,” she closed her eyes and continued, “I need you to punish me more.”
Evan opened his mouth but nothing came out, which was just as well since she had more to say.
“Please, Sir.” She opened her eyes. “I need you to fuck my ass.”
He wasn’t sure what to say or do. It was without question the oddest position he’d ever been in as a Dom. Sitting back on his knees, he brought her with him so they were both sitting on top of the bed.
“Look at me, Kelly,” he said, taking her hand. When her eyes met his, he continued, “You don’t need to feel as if you should offer yourself to me like that. Believe it or not, the idea to spank you didn’t enter my mind until a few minutes before I brought it up. It’s not as if I had a whole discipline scene planned. But we do have things to talk about: what exactly happened the morning after the wedding, how long you’ve been a switch, and most importantly, how to ensure we keep your sister safe.”
She didn’t agree with him right away and he hoped she didn’t repeat her request. Turning down the offer of her ass the first time took a strength he didn’t know he possessed. He doubted he could find it in him to do it a second time.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said when it became obvious she wasn’t going to talk. “I’d love to have your ass and, if it’s something you’d like to explore together at another time, I’ll be more than happy to oblige, but not like this.”
She dipped her head and in doing so, several strands of her hair passed through a sliver of sunlight. He’d always thought her hair was glorious, but the way it looked in the sun, and the colors reflected? He fisted his hands so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch.
“I’ve only had one relationship where I was a submissive.” Though she spoke softly, he had no trouble hearing. “It was my first experience with a power exchange and I embraced it. My Dom always said spanking me made him hard and since it was my ass that made him that way, my ass would have to take care of it. I suppose only having had that experience, I assumed everyone did it that way.” She laughed, startling him, but making him smile as well because her laugh had been so real.
“What?” he asked. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just, I’ve been in the lifestyle how long? And one of things I’ve always drilled into everyone’s head is there’s not one true way and here I am thinking there’s only one way to go about a spanking?” She shook her head. “How could I be so clueless?”
“Our past has a tendency to color our future and present more than we think.” Having said that, he had an almost desperate need to know something else about her. “Out of curiosity, have you ever had anal sex that wasn’t part of a punishment?”
“No. Never,” she said. “Not that it matters, I can’t imagine that ever feeling good.”
He chuckled, and pulled her close to him, drawing them both back down on the bed once more. “You have no idea what you just did, do you?”
“No. What did I do?”
He gave her a quick kiss and whispered in her ear. “You just made it a goal of mine to make you come during anal sex.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “You and what army?”
“Are you saying you doubt I can do it?” He shifted them a bit, so the bedcovers rubbed against her ass.
“I would never tell the man who just spanked me as soundly as you did that I doubted his sex skills. I’m simply bringing up that if it were to happen it would take a hell of a lot of work.”
“You realize nothing you just said will deter me?” He looked at her markedly but she didn’t respond. “In fact, hearing you talk about it like that only makes me want to prove you wrong even more.”
Chapter Thirteen
Though she left Evan’s bed with a sore ass, Kelly had to admit she’d never left a scene in which she submitted feeling so good overall. It was a thought she carried with her that night and into early the next day while meeting a handful of other staff members.
Even now as everyone finished breakfast, and she watched Evan talk with Orson, she wasn’t sure the day before had been real. Had he really spanked her and turned down her offer of anal sex?
And he had promised to make her come during anal sex?
Right. Like that would ever happen.
Not only that, but she never talked to anyone about her experience as a submissive. Never. Yet, she’d told Evan an earful. She wasn’t sure why she kept that part of her life private other than she’d been known as a Domme for so long. Even with it being widely accepted that the best Tops also had experience as a bottom.
Why didn’t she want people to know she, too, had that perspective?
Because you’re afraid if you tell them they won’t respect you as a Domme.
And that was the heart of it. All those Tops who had experience as a bottom that people thought were so great? They were all men. No one questioned a man. Although to be fair, no one had ever asked her if she had experience outside of being a Domme. It was only her fear or anticipation of such a reaction making her keep that part of her past private.
“What are you thinking about so hard over here all alone?” Kiara asked, sneaking up on her and catching her off guard. Kelly didn’t react fast enough and Kiara saw exactly what, or rather whom, she was looking at. “Now he’s a hottie. He can saddle me up for a ride any day.”
“Are you talking about Orson or the guy he’s talking with?”
“Don’t think for a second I don’t recognize the alpha male hotness that is Orson Kent. Hell, I’d saddle myself without waiting for him to do it if I had the slightest inkling he wanted to ride. Unfortunately, all I’ve heard since we arrived is how he never dates or plays with anyone with ties to the ranch.”
Kelly thought that was interesting because she’d been at the ranch just as long as her sister and she hadn’t heard the first thing about Orson’s personal life.
“No,�
�� Kiara said, interrupting her thoughts. “I’m talking about the cowboy next to him.”
“Evan?” Kelly asked, not expecting the sharp stab of jealousy that twisted in her gut.
“You know him?”
Kelly would give up almost anything to make her sister happy but she drew the line at Evan. “I suggest you look elsewhere for entertainment. Orson assigned Evan as the primary point of contact for your security.”
“Oh, that’s him.” Kiara shrugged. “I wasn’t able to meet him last night. He showed up late for dinner.”
“That’s because he was with me,” Kelly stated as calmly as possible. “Number two reason you should look elsewhere. He’s mine.” Not technically, but she wasn't about to confess that to her sister. Especially with the way her twin looked at him as if he was a tasty treat waiting for her to devour. Kiara had told Kelly that she identified as a submissive, but didn’t have much experience in the lifestyle. Which made Kelly wonder if she’d submitted to Randy? Although if her sister’s main exposure to BDSM had been with that bastard, she found it hard to believe Kiara would elect to work at the ranch.
“Damn girl.” Kiara took a step back and looked her up and down. Kelly was glad to see her sister’s jovial side, but she couldn’t say she was all that thrilled with the way Kiara kept on and on about Evan. “Okay, I get it. Hands off. I’ve never heard you utter such things about a man before. Must be serious.”
“We knew each other in Wilmington but nothing really happened until I went back for the wedding.”
“And he just happened to show up here?”
Hearing it again, this time coming from Kiara’s mouth and not hers, once more brought up how crazy the entire situation was. “He and Orson were college roommates.”
“Can you imagine those two in college?” Kiara asked and Kelly knew she had to get away before the conversation went further south than she wanted.
“I can actually,” she told her sister, then gave her an eyebrow wiggle and a wave before turning to go outside.
She hadn’t gone two feet before she noticed his presence.
“Was that your sister?” Evan asked.
“Yes.” Kelly glanced over her shoulder, and damn he looked good. “I told her we were together last night, and that’s why you were late to dinner.”
“Really?” He’d caught up and walked by her side now, a self-satisfied grin at her words. “I’d hate to be a point of contention between the two of you.”
“Trust me, you’re not,” she shot back. “I told her you were mine.”
He stopped walking. “You did?”
“Yes, I did. Besides, you were her second choice. Orson caught her eye first but apparently he’s so off limits she didn’t even bother asking.”
“Did you?” he questioned her as they began walking again.
“Did I what?”
“Did you ask if Orson was available?”
“Are you kidding me? When the hell do you think I had a moment to even think about Orson?” Evan was out of his mind. That explained his ridiculous question.
“Sorry. I went all caveman on you with no warning.”
“Don’t do it again.”
“The thing is this.” His smile was all mischief and merriment. “Since you told your sister I’m off limits, I’m left with a bit of a problem.”
They were about midway to the cabins that would hold the training sessions. It was nearly time for the first session to begin and people were strolling along the grassy area in front of the rustic building or standing around and talking.
“How does that create a problem you?” Kelly asked.
“The training we have after lunch will be interspersed with demos. Orson asked me to lead one, and I’d thought to ask Kiara to do it with me. Since we'll be working close together and all that.” He sighed. “I hesitate to ask her now that I know the two of you have had words about me.”
Hell, fucking no. Kelly wasn’t about to watch Evan demo anything with another woman. And she definitely wasn’t going to watch him do those things with her sister.
“I can be your sub for the demo.” At his raised eyebrow she added, “I remember telling you last night I was a switch.” It hurt that after all they’d been through and done together, she wasn’t his first choice.
The look of shock on his face told her maybe she’d read the situation incorrectly.
“You would do the demo with me?” he asked. “You were my first choice, obviously, but I wasn’t sure how active a role you wanted with the hands-on stuff and then since most everyone knows you as a Domme, I didn’t think you’d want to be in a submissive role.”
She held her hand up. “I get it. Really, I do. How about this? While we’re at the ranch, we’re exclusive.” She didn’t know who, if anyone, he was playing with in Delaware and she could handle that. But not here. Here she couldn’t stand the thought of seeing him with another woman.
“I don’t have any issue at all with that,” Evan said. “But don’t you think you should ask what the demo is first?”
“Why? What’s the demo?”
That damn smile was back on his face as he answered. “Anal.” He held both of his hands up. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one who came up with the topics. Orson gave it to me this morning. It had nothing to do with what we discussed last night.”
Kelly was the one who’d insisted she hadn’t had time to think about Orson. Didn’t the same apply to Evan? “I believe you.”
“Good,” he said, and she was glad his jovial voice was back, along with his easy grin. “It’s a pain in the ass when a Dom starts a scene with the sub thinking he’s a liar.”
Kelly had taken part in so many demonstrations throughout the years she hadn’t thought twice about agreeing to do one with Evan. The realization that for this demo she would be the submissive partner, along with all the differences that entailed, didn’t hit her until Evan told her to take all her clothes off.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked him when he came by the room she was getting ready in. “You want me to walk out there naked?”
“Frankly, I find you pretty damn hot in those thigh-high boots and the leather corset but I don’t think they’re acceptable for this scene.”
And that’s when it hit her. Because she was the submissive.
Holy fuck what had she gotten herself into? What the ever loving hell had she been thinking?
Evan frowned. “I’m certain I told you I needed a submissive.”
“You did.” Kelly felt like an idiot. “I just didn’t put the two together and well…” There was nothing else to add.
“Look at it from the positive angle,” Evan said.
“I’m the submissive in an anal scene. What could be the positive angle?”
“For one, it’s focusing on sensual elements and not discipline.” He took a step back and appeared to be thinking something over. “You know, now that I think about it, you are the perfect person for this scene.”
She snorted and wondered if there was a LIES DOMS TELL book she could add that one in. “Why is that?”
“Want to make a bet?”
She raised an eyebrow. Was he serious?
He took a step closer to her and the already small room seemed to get even smaller. It was almost as if Evan had grown two feet overnight or something the way he loomed over her. “Let’s make it interesting. You’re so certain you'll hate anything anal? I’m going to bet I can make you come from anal during the demo.”
“I’m not sure I feel comfortable making a bet on something like that. It doesn’t seem right.”
“Why? Because you think you might lose?” He was so close now, she smelled the mint of the toothpaste he used. “Would it be so bad if you lost Kelly? We didn’t even discuss what the wager would be.”
“Maybe because it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other what the wager is.” She spoke the words, but she didn’t believe them.
“Think about it,” his voice had taken on a sedu
ctive quality she didn’t remember hearing him use before. How was that possible? He reached up and stroked her forehead. “If you lose, it’s because I gave you an orgasm? Is that really losing?”
He made sense, and really, it was a complete lose/lose situation for him. She’d already told him she’d never climaxed from anal, and it was unlikely he would be the Dom to end that streak. Besides, she hadn’t had anything resembling anal sex for at least six years. There was no way on planet earth she’d have an orgasm tonight. Not the way he was planning to have it happen, anyway.
Though she felt a little bad that he wouldn’t be able to make her come in a roomful of new peers. He’d probably feel a little embarrassed, but was that really her fault? He was the one pulling the I can make you come with my mad Dom skills routine, not her.
“Let’s say I hypothetically take you up on this offer,” she said. “What do you see the wager being?”
“If I can’t make you come, I’ll submit to you during a demo of your choice, and I’ll let you Top me during a private scene.”
“Why would you do that?” she asked. “I told you I don’t fuck the men I Top.”
“Number one, we’ve already fucked, so I don’t see what that has to do with anything. Number two, even if you don’t fuck them, I’m sure you get them off some other way. Frankly, that’s just a lost orgasm for you. And three, maybe I’m into exploring my sexuality a bit.”
Kelly didn’t know how to reply to anything he’d just said or even where to start to unravel it all. She latched on to the last thing he’d said. “Do you think you’re a switch?”
He shrugged like it was nothing. “I don’t know. I’ve never given it much thought. But I know when I see you with a male submissive, I feel jealous. And in the hotel room when you told me to keep my hands still and you took me in your mouth, I experienced the best blow job I’d ever had. Maybe I want to explore that a little more.”
It made sense when he laid it all out there like that. Not to mention, it sounded like a pretty good deal for her as well. She would be able to Top him twice. Once in public and once in private. If he thought he’d liked the way she gave him a blow job, she was willing to bet she had another trick or two up her sleeve he’d enjoy.