by Jenny Plumb
Placing his face in her neck after he opened the car door waiting on her to get in, he breathed in deep. “You are such a delicious morsel.”
His breath is warm, but his words warm her most. She can’t deny how he makes her feel. She feels comfortable, at peace, and free with him, like nothing else matters. But it does. That’s a fact – one she can’t lose sight of.
Neither says much on the short drive to her car. When they arrive, she jumps out and runs to her car. She wants nothing more than to have his mouth on hers, but why go there, why torture herself? As she slams her door, she finds him standing outside her window, laughing.
Cracking her window, she asks, “What’s so funny?”
“You are. I’m confident you need a good spanking, but not tonight. I’m sure your poor little ass needs to recover.” Bending down, his face even with hers, he smirks at her through the glass. “Good night, Jana, get some rest.” He turns and walks away.
Her hands shake as she cranks her car. Her body is awake now. Damn him and the affect he has on her.
Chapter 7
It’s Christmas Eve. Last night’s show received an even more positive response than the evening before when her parents came. Jana snuggled in her covers with Vera and Mame until late morning. She got up at nine AM, made coffee, poured a cup, and took it back to bed. She slept on and off until around noon, then the doggies wanted a change in location. They moved to the living room to watch Christmas movies.
Her phone buzzed from the end table. She’d avoided many texts the last few days, and she hated to look at them. Picking it up, she saw that the most recent one was from Taryn wanting to know if she would be at the party this evening. She replied with: Of course.
Taryn was her college roommate. Jana loved Taryn, but she and Macy never got along. It made for uncomfortable situations at times.
No messages from Matt. Not a one since the day at the mall with her mom. He did show up for coffee that night, but she assumed she’d mucked things up with him running away like a frightened little virgin when he dropped her off at her car. She’d gotten what she wanted, right? He was leaving her alone. She didn’t have to fight to deny herself what she craved. And she craved him. He never left her mind. She’d made the right decision. Why prolong the inevitable? It wouldn’t work.
Swiping through her texts, she finds one from Macy. Her thumb freezes over it. She doesn’t want to know what it says. Yes, she does. No, she doesn’t. What if Macy suspects something, or heard something? But she has to know.
Pressing the message, she reads it.
Thank you for taking Josie to Matt on Wednesday. I think he might be seeing someone.
Josie rereads that sentence over and over. Her heart races and a wave of nausea comes over her. Sliding the dogs off her lap, she stands and walks into the kitchen. There’s more to the message, but she can’t bring herself to read it. Pacing, she gives herself a quick pep talk and opens it again.
I really hope he finds someone. Someone he deserves. My heart would be so happy. For him and Josie.
Taking a big sigh of relief, she wonders if he might be seeing someone. Maybe this isn’t about her at all. He could have someone, the someone that decorated Josie’s room. And Macy would be happy. If he had someone. If it was someone other than her.
Holding onto her phone, she doesn’t want to respond, but knows she needs to. She types it out quick and hits send before she analyzes it to death and doesn’t send it.
No problem. I didn’t see anyone else there when I dropped off Josie. It all went well, and I loved getting to see her.
Staring at her phone, her hand trembles. The muscles in her chin tighten, and she gasps. She starts crying. It starts slow, then the dam breaks, and she bawls like a child. Sitting on the kitchen floor, she allows it, doesn’t fight it. She’s tired, tired from the Showstopper, tired of feeling. In the year she’s been back in Alabama, not one man interested her until Matt. Go figure. Why couldn’t it be someone else? Anyone else?
As she cries, she wracks her mind for reasons, besides Macy, that she feels such hesitation about him. She didn’t feel it when she was with him, but something in her pushes her to avoid getting involved with him.
Mame and Vera’s toenails click on the hardwood floors as they come in the kitchen and sit in front of her. Mame cocks her little head to the side, her black eyes sympathetic.
“I know. I know. I’m crying like a baby. I’m okay,” she says to them.
Taking a deep breath, she resigns herself to thinking it was because he was so hot. Because he has experience in the Dom/sub dynamic. Because she always thought he cheated on Macy. Bingo! Macy never accused him of doing so, but Jana assumed that. Why? Things Macy said, not exactly, but she hinted to.
Feeling vindicated, she rubs her pups’ heads and grabs a bag of chips. “Come on girls; let’s enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Chips and sappy movies.” Wagging their tails, they follow on her heels back to the couch.
The afternoon went fast. Staying on the couch with her dogs, she spoke to her mom, Kate and the kids on the phone, took a nap, and woke up feeling refreshed. The evening is cool, and she parked down the street from Taryn’s, thinking that it looked like she had a good crowd this year. Entering the house, Jana sees all the children in the family room to the right. She waves to them. They are watching movies. She sees Josie, and it surprises her.
Josie walks over to her, babbling something Jana doesn’t comprehend. She kneels down and Josie points at the TV and says “Elsa.” Obviously, Frozen. Jana does know her musicals, and she loves kids.
Taryn bursts in. “You’re here! Happy. Happy. Happy.” Bending down so she’s eye level with Jana, who’s with Josie, she most likely intends to speak lower, but fails. “Matt’s here. I invited him because of Josie.” She grips Jana’s elbow and does sort of whisper the next sentence. “He’s so hot. Good Lord. Why did Macy ever let that go?”
That is a good question. Positioning Josie on the floor with some other girls, Jana stands. Taryn follows. “Do you think he thinks Macy’s coming? He must know she’s in Greece. With Charles. Right?”
Oh, he definitely knows. So why is he there? Of course, at that exact moment, he comes in the room to check on Josie.
Their eyes meet, and he gifts her with his beautiful smile. “Hey, Jana. Great to see you.” He winks at her before bending down to Josie and giggling with her a moment.
Jana leaves the room. They aren’t kids. This isn’t their first rodeo. What’s his game, she wonders. She doesn’t ponder long before he finds her. She’s in the dining room, alone.
“You always look so sexy,” he says.
It grates on her. Just that afternoon, she came to terms with her decision. “What’s your deal? You’ve integrated yourself with my family, now my friends.” She’s angry. The more she tries to put distance between them, the more he pursues her.
He steps up to the table and grabs a shrimp, eating it before he replies. “You wouldn’t come with me if I asked you. So… we’re both here.”
“And?”
“You make my palm throb like I’ve never felt. You want to deny there’s something here?” He waves his hand between the two of them. “That we both wish to pursue?”
“Yep,” she blurts.
“Your body says something different. I don’t know what it is you’re so afraid of, but I do intend on finding it out, and extinguishing it.” Standing in front of her, he slides his hand underneath her skirt, around her ass, fingers her thong, then pops her.
She jumps, thinking he’s a damn arrogant asshole. “I’m good.” His hand on her has her defenses falling. She hasn’t even had sex with him yet, but her body reacts to and screams for him. She shared an experience with him she had never shared with anyone, and it left her wanting more.
“Damn right, you are,” he whispers in her ear, as he leans in.
All right, he’s called her bluff, exposed her weakness. Now what? Lifting her hand, she runs her fingers along his ja
wline. “You win. Should I, or would you, like to throw everything off the table so I can hop up there and have you take what you are so committed to taking?”
His rowdy laugh echoes through the room. “Baby, I’ll be taking what you will willingly give me. That is, if you can be nice and stop earning a blistered ass.” He steps back. “Go enjoy your party. I know this isn’t the right place or time. Just know, I can’t wait to feel you underneath me. And it will be tonight.”
He leaves the room, and her knees buckle. She’s flushed and uncomfortable. How can she enjoy the party when all she can think about is an aching butt and having Matt on top of her?
Jana does enjoy the party. She keeps her distance from Matt, but she is aware of him, too much so. She’s actually aching for him, and rejoices on the inside once he comes up to her around ten PM.
“I’m heading out. I’ll get her to bed, and I expect you within thirty minutes.” He looks dead serious, no smile. He has Josie in his arms.
When she opens her mouth to provide an argument, he interrupts her. “Jana. Thirty minutes,” he insists.
She nods in agreement.
Her legs are jelly as she climbs the few steps to his door. She is a few minutes late. She left the party in plenty of time to make his thirty-minute demand, but she pulled over and put her car in park more than once. Her mind resisted, and she couldn’t quiet it.
The door opens before she gets to it. He looks so handsome, it takes her breath away. Or maybe that is the situation as a whole. Pushing the screen door open, he voices his satisfaction. “A few minutes late, but I’m glad you’re here. Go upstairs to my room. It’s the one on the left.”
A loud sigh escapes her lips. What a relief that he is controlling her actions. She can’t, and doesn’t want, to think right now. Taking the stairs, her high heeled boots sound like a hammer in the otherwise silent house, so she removes them. She hears him behind her, so she continues to his room.
The room is a good size. In the center between two windows is a large king bed. There’s a chest in one corner, and a reading chair on the opposite wall.
Shutting the door, he takes a seat in the chair. “There’s a glass of ice water on the night stand. If you’re thirsty, get a drink, then come here.” He waves for her to kneel between his legs at the chair. Dropping her boots, she does. He puts his hands on each side of her face and lifts it. His blue eyes gaze into hers. “Did I already say that I’m glad you’re here?”
“Yes,” she replies.
Moving his mouth to hers, he holds it there, his breath joining hers. Closing her eyes, she enjoys the intimacy of it. They breathe each other in, and it rouses a deeper urgency in her – not just sexual. He completes the kiss. His lips meet hers, and he holds them there. They’re soft and warm.
A low groan sounds from his throat as he pulls back. He speaks to her in a soothing voice. “Jana, this is how this will go. I want you to stand and undress. Climb across my lap. This will be a punishment spanking, because you deserve it, but also a pleasurable spanking because you like it, and I want to give it to you.” He pauses. After a moment, he continues, “Do you remember your safe word?”
She answers, “Yes.”
“Good. I’m going to warm up your bottom with a few swats. You haven’t been fair to me, and that’s your punishment. After that, I will let you voice any questions or concerns you have about us, or me. I will answer, and you will receive a reward.” His eyes never leave hers. “Are we clear?”
“Yes.” Her body tingles with anticipation; she’s shocked she can form any coherent word. Once again, she’s afraid she might come at any second. Her body is so alert and her senses so heightened.
Reaching for her hand, he helps her to her feet. “Undress and across my lap.”
Lifting her hand behind her neck, she fumbles with the zipper. She can’t seem to get a hold of it. He puts his hands on her hips and rotates her. Locating the zipper, he unzips her dress and pushes it to her feet. She steps out of it. Unclasping her bra, he turns her back around to face him.
Slipping her bra off, she then removes her panties. He snatches her before she makes it upright and plants her across his thighs. He groans before a hard palm makes contact with her bare bottom. Her breath hitches, and she doesn’t recover before many more follow. It stings like hell, and aches below the surface. She attributes the internal pain to the remaining bruises from Friday’s belt spanking.
Taking a deep breath, he pronounces, “Your turn. Share your concerns. If you don’t, I will continue punishing you.”
It might not be her biggest fear any longer, but it’s the original one. “What will Macy think?”
He caresses her bruised burning cheeks. “She’ll be fine with it.”
“How do you know that?”
The caresses cease, and he renders a smack below each cheek, on her upper legs. “I answered your question. Do you have another?”
Once the pain subsides on those tender spots, a small sob accompanies her next question. She needs to know, but she dreads the answer. “Did you cheat on Macy?”
“Nope.” Slaps don’t follow his answer. Nothing does. No words, no physical contact. As the moments pass, she wonders if he lied, and he doesn’t know how to tell her. Twisting her head, she looks up at him. She hesitates to speak.
Rubbing her hair, he lowers his face and regards her. “Next concern.” He doesn’t break their eye contact, but removes his hand from her hair and slaps her hard on the upper left of her bottom. “I know you have more than that. Do you want to know how many women I’ve spanked?” he asks, as he delivers two more good swats to the same spot. “None… How many have I wanted to spank? Let me rephrase that, spank in a pleasurable sexual way.” Two more hits to the other side. “One. You.”
Though he claimed his desire to administer pleasure with this spanking, she wasn’t experiencing it. Her ass is on fire, and she fights the urge to holler out and cry. In one quick movement, he pulls her up, carries her to the bed, and tosses her on it.
Grabbing her ankles, he spreads her legs and buries his face between them. His beard rubs against her inner thighs adding deeper sensation to her highly-aroused skin. Using just the tip of his tongue, he licks the outside and along her center. After several swipes of his tongue, he sucks on her. Moaning, she strains against her stiffening muscles, taut with want and need. She won’t come yet. She doesn’t want to. Wait. Yes, she does. She pants, and he stills – only for a split second before he resumes, this time on her most sensitive clit.
She loses it. All control. All cares. All worries. All regrets. They all vanish. Her aches transform into a pleasure so intense that her body fuses into a state of complete bliss. She purrs, unable to produce any other sound.
Crawling up on her, Matt peers into her face and apologizes. “I’m sorry I didn’t follow my plan. I promised pleasure with your spanking, but I dished out more punishment than anticipated.” His eyes move to her mouth and his lips crush into hers. He devours her mouth with his, chewing, licking, and sucking. They are both breathless when he breaks away, and he tells her, “As much as I want to communicate with you, not now. I need to be inside you.”
Sliding into her, he fills the only void she has. Every part of her, her mind, heart, body, and soul are sated. It’s just them.
He groans his words. “I’m gonna come.”
Hers builds from deep inside her, and they come together.
Laying his head on the pillow beside hers, he kisses her neck and divulges, “If I haven’t mentioned it, you have the most beautiful tits. More beautiful than any in sculpture, art, or photography, they are pure perfection.”
Chuckling, she says, “I think you are pretty close to perfection. With a little tweaking here and there, you might get there.”
Nipping her shoulder, he rolls beside her, pulling her to him. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulls her back tight against his chest. “You feel so good, Jana.” He nuzzles her neck, and kisses her ear.
Ch
apter 8
She wakes up hot. It’s still dark out, and she feels him behind her, his arm over her hip. Falling asleep wasn’t her intention. She stretches her legs slowly as not to wake him, and when he slides her closer to him, she feels his erection in the small of her back.
Damn, what a way to wake up. She doesn’t want to leave without enjoying him again. Sliding away from him, she turns on her back and drops under the covers. Like it has a beacon, her hand goes directly to his cock. Gripping him, she nudges him with her forehead to his back. Gliding her hand over him, she raises herself and puts her mouth on the head. She licks and sucks it, and his hands move under the covers and into her hair. “Damn, Jana,” he mutters.
Running her tongue up and down the length of him, she alternates inserting him in her mouth, with lipping and licking. He moans, and it encourages her to increase the pressure and motion.
“Merry Christmas, Bro!” a female’s voice yells from inside the house.
Jerking upright, Jana throws the bed covers off and stares at Matt in confusion.
Rubbing her thighs, he informs her, “It’s just Danielle, my sister.”
It’s Christmas. It’s Christmas. Oh no. She didn’t think about it. Scrambling off the bed, she searches for her clothes. It’s dark, and she bumps into the chest and the chair. A light turns on, and Matt is standing in the door to the bathroom, leering at her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Spying her bra, she grabs it. “What does it look like I’m doing? I forgot about it being Christmas.”
Strolling to her, he grips her elbow until she acknowledges him. “And? I finally have you and you think you are running out on me. Not gonna happen, little lady.”
Did he even hear what he was saying? Was it possible for him to be more frustrating today than he has been? “Matt, are you serious? What are you saying? This is a family holiday. One for you to spend with Josie, and your family.”