by M. S. Parker
This bouquet was different than the ones I’d been sending her all week. Those had been Cape Jasmine variety gardenias. They were beautiful, with huge, ivory white double blooms and the best fragrance of all the types. The ones in my hands were even larger than the others, and their scent wasn’t quite as intense. I’d chosen these for their name. I hadn’t said the word, even to myself, but I was hoping she’d get the hint that I was trying. These specific gardenias were known as First Loves.
“Wow,” Krissy breathed as she stepped through the door. “This is amazing.”
I agreed with her, but didn’t say so. I was too busy staring. She was wearing what looked like a simple, deep burgundy wrap-around dress. She was gorgeous, but I suddenly felt overdressed. We hadn’t bothered to discuss what we were going to wear.
“Those are beautiful,” she said as she came closer. She’d pinned her hair up and the dress was strapless, leaving me with an unobstructed view of her smooth shoulders and the fading bruise on her neck.
A surge of anger towards Derrick went through me and I had to focus on handing over the flowers so I didn’t ruin the mood by getting pissed off. The man’s career was ruined and I’d see to it that it never got repaired. That was enough.
She took the flowers and closed her eyes as she breathed in the scent. When she opened her eyes, she studied the blooms for a moment, a curious expression on her face. Suddenly, I saw something flash across her eyes and I knew she’d recognized what they were. She smiled up at me.
“Thank you. I love them.” She crossed to the glass coffee-table where I’d already placed a vase of water. As she put them in, she asked, “How did you know? Most men would’ve sent roses.”
“I’m not most men,” I said. “And I know you’re not most women, so I may have called your best friend.”
She chuckled and relief went through me. I’d been slightly worried she’d be angry I’d talked to Carrie behind her back.
“I’ll have to remember to thank her,” she said softly. She brushed her fingertips over the petals, then turned towards me. Her expression had changed into something seductive and sultry. The air between us shifted. “Now, Mr. Ricci, I believe we have some business to attend to?”
Her hands went to the tie at her waist and I immediately fell into my role. “We do. And you look sorely underdressed for a business meeting.”
“Well, how about you loosen up a bit by taking off that jacket and tie, and I’ll make myself a bit more...comfortable, and we’ll go with business casual.”
I raised an eyebrow, curious as to where she was going with this. I fully intended to take control of the situation, but I wanted to know what she was doing first. I took off my jacket and tossed it onto the couch. The tie went next and I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my dress shirt. I pulled it out of my pants, kicked off my shoes and motioned for her to proceed.
She was wearing sandals and slipped out of those quickly. Then she made short work of the tie holding her dress in place. As it fell away, my blood rushed south, making me instantly, and almost painfully, hard.
The sheer teddy she wore was pure white, making her dark hair and tanned skin look even darker by comparison. Her breasts strained against the fabric and I could see her nipples through the material. It wasn’t elaborate or fancy. In fact, in the way of design, it was among the simplest I’d seen, but it hugged her body, hiding just enough to be enticing. And, as she turned, I saw that the bottom part was as narrow as a thong, leaving her firm ass practically bare and begging to be spanked.
I covered the distance between us in seconds and grabbed her arms, crushing her against me. My mouth came down on hers and I didn’t even try to be gentle. I thrust my tongue between her lips as I cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as I plundered her mouth. I moaned as she pushed back, her tongue curling around mine. Three days without seeing her, tasting her. I never wanted to go that long without this connection again.
I didn’t release her mouth until my lungs were starting to protest their lack of air, but even then, I kept my hold on her body. “I’ve been wanting that for way too long.”
“Me, too.”
I was pleased to hear that she was just as breathless as I was. “Now, Ms. Jensen, what are we going to do about your behavior?”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I thought you’d made it perfectly clear what my punishment should be.”
“A spanking for fucking my brother.” I stated it baldly to see if she’d back down now. “A hard spanking.”
“Since I don’t have any siblings for you to fuck in return.”
I wrapped my hand around her chin and pressed my lips hard against hers. “I wouldn’t want them even if you had them.” I ran my free hand down her back to her ass. She tensed as I palmed the bare flesh. “I want you.”
She turned her head so that my thumb was against the corner of her mouth. She sucked on the tip of it, scraping her teeth over the pad. I sucked in a breath.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, looking up at me from under those long lashes. “Are you going to put me over your knee like you did before, like you said you would this time? Lay me on the bed? Bend me over the arm of the couch?”
With each question, the image of her in those positions flashed through my mind. Dammit. There were too many to choose from, and I didn’t know if I’d get this chance again. The thing with Franco had given me the opportunity and I had no idea if she’d agreed simply to appease me.
I turned suddenly and wrapped my fingers around her wrist, pulling her after me towards the bedroom. If I only got to do this once, I was going to make it count. I released her wrist and sat down on the edge of the bed. I wanted this to be a true spanking, not a slap on the ass while fucking or even the half a dozen strokes I’d given her before.
“Come here.” I patted my knee.
Her cheeks flushed as she came towards me. This part was always a little awkward. I reached out and took her hand, helping her balance as she situated herself on across my lap. My cock hardened even more as she squirmed, getting herself into the right position where her ass was exactly where I needed it to be.
I ran my hand across her soft skin, remembering how it had turned from pink to red before. I’d left her skin sensitive before. Tonight, I planned on leaving her flesh tender.
She shivered the first time my hand made contact and I knew she was remembering how turned on she’d been before. I wanted her aroused, but I also wanted that edge there. I was willing to give this up for her, but it didn’t make me like the idea of punishing her any less.
I settled into a steady rhythm, first one cheek, then the other. Firm, hard contact that made her skin flush, then darken. She gave a little gasp every time my hand came down, but didn’t say a word.
“Are you wet?” My question was soft as I broke the silence. When she didn’t answer, I hit her harder and she yelped.
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” I didn’t let up, though, keeping my strokes as hard as the previous one. I could hear the little sounds of pain and pleasure falling from her lips and I wondered how much further I could go. Her skin was starting to move from bright red to a deeper color and I knew I was on the edge of bruising her, but I kept going. I needed to hear her cry out before I stopped. “I don’t think this is really a punishment,” I said as I delivered another blow to the lower half of her cheeks. “I think you’re liking it too much.”
Krissy looked over her shoulder at me and the glint in her eyes told me everything. She knew what I wanted and was holding out on me.
“This is the last one,” I said. “And it’s going to hurt.” I paused a second, giving her the chance to call off. She put her head back down and I saw her hands fist in the sheets, preparing herself.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud, but the sound that came out of Krissy’s mouth was louder. Her body tensed, back arching up. I let my hand fall to the side, my palm burning. She took great shuddering breaths and I could se
e the profile of her face, her eyes shut, lips pressed together. When she didn’t say anything for several seconds, I gently touched her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Anxiety seized me. Had I gone too far?
Much to my relief, she nodded. “Just...intense.”
I laughed and scooped her up, carefully transferring her to the bed where I placed her, face down.
“I’m not going to be able to sit down tomorrow,” she said, her words muffled against the bedspread.
“Then I guess I’d better make tonight worth it.” I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck before standing and quickly stripping off my clothes.
She started to push herself up.
“What are you doing?” The question came out in the tone I used with my submissives and Krissy responded, though not the way the others would’ve.
She stopped moving and turned so she was facing me. “Getting undressed. Didn’t think I’d need to explain that to you.” Her eyes ran over my body and the desire I saw there sent blood rushing down to my cock.
“No.” I shook my head. “Keep it on.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“How attached are you?” I asked as she settled back down on her stomach.
“What?”
I climbed up onto the bed and ran my hands up her legs. “If I promise to buy you another one of these.” I moved my hands over her ribs. “May I do what I like with this one?” She may not have known it, but the fact that I was asking meant something. Usually, I just did as I pleased with a woman’s clothing and, if she complained, I considered replacing it.
She didn’t say anything, but the nod was unmistakable. Her face was turned into the blanket and I wondered what her expression was. Curiosity about my partner wasn’t common for me, especially during sex, and I knew it was just one more sign of how much she meant to me.
“Open your legs.”
She obeyed and I saw that the thin strip of cloth between them was barely wide enough to cover the essentials. And it was soaking wet. I stretched out, biting back a moan at the friction of my cock against the bedspread. I ignored my own need and ran my tongue over the sopping material. Krissy made a sound as she pushed her ass back, clearly wanting more.
I wasn’t going to argue with that. I just needed to get one thing out of the way first.
Chapter 27
KRISSY
My ass was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to my pussy. When he’d first said that he was going to spank me, I’d remembered how much I’d ended up liking it the first time. This time, however, had been something else. It hadn’t been until I’d given myself over to the intensity of what I was feeling, let go of the control I usually held so tight that the sting began to reach something deep inside me. What DeVon and I had done before had scratched an itch I hadn’t known I’d had. This flipped a switch inside me and I wasn’t sure what it meant. At the moment, I wasn’t going to analyze it, though. I needed him to finish what he’d started.
I heard the sound of ripping fabric, then felt a breath of cool air against my wet skin. Before I could even shiver from the sensation, chill was replaced with heat. I cried out as DeVon’s tongue plunged inside me. This was no sweet and tender love-making, but a kiss as rough as the one he’d given my mouth earlier. His hands held my hips, tipping my lower half at the perfect angle to get his tongue exactly where he wanted it.
I’d never had a man go down on me this way before. I was usually on my back because I liked to watch and the few times I’d been on all fours, it had still been different. The position he held me in made looking over my shoulder impossible. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him. I could only feel his mouth sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, mingling with the burning heat in my ass.
The moment his tongue flicked against my clit, my orgasm crashed over me, taking me by surprise. My hands opened and closed compulsively, needing something to hold onto. I called out his name as I came, and he latched his lips around my clit, turning his name into a wail. Only his hands on my legs kept me in place as I rode out the climax.
Before I came down completely, he slipped a finger inside me and I shuddered. I could feel my muscles squeezing him as he pumped the digit into me and I pushed back against him. As much as I loved his mouth, I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it, needed him.
“Impatient, are we?” He chuckled as he slid a second finger inside.
I tried to roll over so I could take some control, so I could torment him as much as he was tormenting me, but he put his hand on the small of my back, holding me down as he thrust his fingers inside me. I struggled and he twisted his hand, his knuckles scraping against my g-spot.
“Fuck!” Spots danced behind my eyes.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
I shook my head defiantly. I knew he liked being in charge, but I’d seen how he reacted when I pushed back, when I fought against him. He may have thought he wanted a complete submissive, but I knew better. He liked that I didn’t just give in.
I tried to push myself up again and earned a slap on the ass that brought tears to my eyes. Tears that went from pain to painful pleasure as he rubbed his fingers against that spot inside me until I came again. Every muscle in my body went rigid and I heard him curse as my pussy tightened around his fingers. The moment I relaxed, he removed his hand, and I made a weak sound of protest.
He laughed again, a dark, sensual sound that made me even wetter than before. I was suddenly glad we hadn’t removed the bedspread before sex. I had a feeling it was going to be soaked by the time we were through.
I drew in a sharp breath as his body brushed over mine, sending pinpricks of pain as he came in contact with my ass. He didn’t stop or pull away but rather kept going until our bodies were touching along the length of my back. He lowered his mouth against my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please.” The words were almost a whimper. The orgasms had been so good, but they weren’t enough.
“I did as you asked.”
My befuddled brain couldn’t figure out what he meant until he spoke again.
“I’m clean.”
I’d almost forgotten that I’d told him to get tested. Mine had been negative, too. That meant there was only one thing left to say.
“Then there doesn’t need to be anything between us.” My stomach tightened in anticipation.
He groaned, pressing his face against the side of my neck. “Are you sure?” His breath was hot against my skin.
“Fuck me.” I turned my head so that I could see the shape of him above me. “Come inside me.”
“Oh, fuck.” His teeth scraped against my shoulder and then the weight and heat of him was gone.
His hands were at my waist and I felt him nudging between my legs. He held me tight, pulling me back even as his hips snapped forward. I cried out as he buried himself with one thrust. He didn’t even pause before he was drawing back and slamming back into me. Before, I’d thought he’d been holding back and now I knew that had been true. Every stroke drove the air from my lungs, robbing me of any sounds I might’ve made. His grip kept me from moving, from having any control over tempo or depth. He drove into me again and again, relentlessly, his cock filling and stretching me with every thrust.
Between one stroke and the next, I started to come, my body shaking, and then his hand was burying itself in my hair, pulling it loose from the twist I’d done. He pulled me up onto my knees. I let out a small pained sound as he pulled me flush against his body, his still moving hips causing him to rub against my ass. Little jolts of pain went through my scalp as he tugged on my hair and my eyelids began to flutter. Whatever switch he’d turned inside me was well at work. I writhed against him, moaning as he wrapped his arm around my waist. The hand in my hair disappeared for a moment, then reappeared between my legs. His fingers slid between my lips and found my clit. His other hand closed around my still-covered breast, fingers pinching my hard nipple through
the sheer fabric.
“Come again.”
The words weren’t a request. They were a demand, and it didn’t matter that I’d barely come down from my third orgasm, or that my legs were trembling so badly that I didn’t think they could hold me through another orgasm. He bit down on my earlobe and that was it.
Even as I was coming, he spoke again and I could feel the tension in his body.
“I’m close.”
I nodded, knowing what he was asking without words. His arms tightened around me and he called out my name as he came. He pulsed inside me, filling me, and I reached up behind me to wrap my hand around his neck, pulling his head down so that our mouths met. Our tongues tangled together as our bodies rode out every last drop of pleasure before we collapsed onto the bed, spent.