by Grant, Livia
Even after almost two days together, he loved he could still make her blush.
“I don’t… I mean, I’m not hungry. I need to… go,” she stammered.
“So, you’ve said.” He took a leisurely sip of the hot coffee, not bothering to hide his growing arousal at her uneasy embarrassment. “I happen to know you have today off since both clubs are closed.”
Shane didn’t take his eyes off her nakedness, making sure she felt like he was inspecting her beautiful curves. With each passing second, he watched her move her hands slowly to cover her pussy and breasts. The second she blocked her privates from his view, he moved with speed, snatching her wrists and yanking them away from her body.
“What is rule number one, baby?”
Nalani’s eyes grew wide as she realized she’d subconsciously broke his directive. He’d reminded her often in their time together and was thrilled she’d forgotten again.
“What did I tell you would happen the next time you tried to cover yourself from me?” he asked, injecting an angry tone. She didn’t know him well enough yet to know with certainty, his feigned anger was all part of their game.
“But… I need to go home.”
“No, you don’t need to go anywhere except over to the back of the couch. Remind me what I told you would happen the next time you tried to hide your body from me,” he ordered in his best authoritative tone.
Her breath hitched as she glanced around the room as if her missing dress might have appeared from thin air.
“Nalani, look at me, young lady.”
God, she was perfect. A dichotomy of innocence and lust danced in her eyes, contemplating between running from the room and throwing herself at him to be properly fucked like the whore he wanted to turn her into.
His whore.
Her naked breasts heaved as she took shallow breaths, the peaks hardening under his stern glare. He didn’t miss her rubbing her legs together to deliver a tiny zing of friction to her pussy. She was so lucky he didn’t have a chastity belt with him. If he did, that puffy clit of hers wouldn’t be delivering that zap of pleasure he saw flashing in her eyes until after he’d had his fun punishing her. But with his filthy mind, he could always come up with ways to have fun, no matter what toys he had in his bag.
“Such a dirty girl. Spread your legs and let that pussy juice dribble down your thighs as you walk over to the couch and assume the position.”
“The position?” she asked, her voice a full octave higher than normal.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what position naughty subs need to get into before they get punished.”
“Punished?” Her single word was a squeak.
He doubted she realized she had stepped backward, trying to put distance between them. Little did she know, he loved a good game of cat and mouse. The thought of chasing her and having to subdue her as she fought to escape took hold and wouldn’t let go. He released her wrists as he dared her.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you three minutes to change my mind. If you can stop me from getting you into position for three minutes, I’ll let you off the hook, this one time. But…” he took a second to grin mischievously before finishing. “But if I manage to catch you and wrangle you into position, you’ll take double my planned punishment.”
He watched her forehead scrunch with wrinkles as she thought about his proposal.
“Fine. But you have to give me my clothes first.”
“Nope.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Baby, I never said this would be fair. Believe me, I want to win bad.”
“Three minutes?” she prompted.
“Yep.”
Little did she know just how long three minutes could be for an innocent. His fucked-up mind could come up with dozens of things to do to her body that would make her feel like it was a lifetime.
He leaned forward to close the distance between them again before uttering a quick, “Go!”
It was as if she were waiting for it. Nalani took off running for the bathroom door a good twenty feet away.
With his long legs, he was able to reach her long before she got close to the bathroom door, but that proved to be the only easy part of his plan. She deployed what felt like a professional defensive move. When he wrapped his left arm around her neck from the back, he expected her to heel quickly, but she surprised him, bending at the waist and twisting, spinning until she was able to get her knee up.
Had he been a shorter man, he knew without a doubt, he would be curled on the carpet in a fetal position, nursing a throbbing set of blue balls. As it was, her knee connected with his thigh hard enough, he might bruise.
Nalani was proving to be a hellcat, struggling against him until he was able to get her back into a bear hug, squeezing her arms tight to her body and lifting her off the ground—her back to his front—letting her legs flail as she tried to kick him.
Shane’s adrenaline kicked in, loving the challenge of subduing his valuable catch. And that was exactly what Nalani was at that moment—his prey.
Her flailing jarred his erection between them, providing him with an enjoyable morning workout. It only took a few long strides to get to the leather toy bag near the table. She almost got away again when he took his left arm away to pick up the bag, but he regained control and headed for the straight-backed chair behind the desk.
It was the best location to enact his plan. The chair’s back came just a bit higher than Nalani’s waist as he set her down on her feet. Within seconds, he thrust her forward, forcing her to bend as he lifted her off the ground, depositing her across the back of the chair with enough force, she groaned from the gush of air leaving her lungs.
Unable to reach the ground, her legs flailed, connecting with his shins and even his thighs. He was careful to not let her kick high enough to hit his family jewels, knowing that would put a serious damper on his fun for several hours.
She proved highly motivated to escape. He found himself winded as he struggled to pull the soft nylon rope from the bag while still holding her down. Only when he moved to the side of the chair and started to tie her left wrist to the arm of the furniture, he truly started to worry she might escape. They were in a race to see if he could get her tied down before she successfully pulled away.
Once he had one wrist secured, Shane had to reset her across the back of the chair. Nalani still struggled to be free, but to her credit, she didn’t try to talk her way out of the game they were playing. On the contrary, by the time he had finished securing her right wrist to the chair, he caught a whiff of raw sexual excitement emanating from his subdued captive.
Once he knew she couldn’t escape, Shane took a few seconds to catch his breath, enjoying the scenery of a vulnerable naked sub tied in front of him.
“You need to let me down. I need to pee! The back of the chair is pressing on my bladder,” she whined, her first words since their game of cat and mouse had begun.
“That is unfortunate, but if you think I’m letting you up now that I caught you, you’re nuts.”
“Shane, stop!” She let out a screech of frustration as she wildly kicked her free legs. “Let me loose!” When his palm connected soundly with her right butt-cheek, her flailing stop.
Had they been together longer, he would already be tying her legs to the outside of the chair, making sure to expose her pussy as he restrained her, so he could enjoy watching it drip with arousal. Unfortunately, the gentleman inside him forced him to walk around to the front of the chair and squat down, so he was at eye level with his naughty submissive.
Since he wasn’t a real gentleman, he reached to grasp her thick hair, yanking her head up, so she had no choice but to look him in the eyes as her hair pulled at her scalp. Her ruined mascara and lipstick, from the face-fucking he’d delivered in the middle of the night, made her the most gorgeous woman in the world.
“Now, only because I made a promise to your boss, who was just here to catch you well-fucked and naked in my
bed…” He paused to enjoy the embarrassed blush on her face. “I will remind you, despite your current prone position, you are still in control here. While I will love nothing more than to tie your legs wide and punish you with my belt until your gorgeous ass is beet-red right before I fuck you so hard and long, you finally shoot your pee all down the back of the chair when you come…” He paused again to enjoy the utter shock his words had on her before ending his filthy rant. “I feel the need to remind you one last time there is only one word that can stop me from punishing you, and that word is not stop, no, or please.”
Nalani’s tongue darted out to lick her lips as she internalized his words. Time stood still as he held her head up uncomfortably, searching her eyes for any indication she was truly upset—any clue she wanted him to stop.
His heart jumped with joy when Nalani looked him in the eyes with determination, uttering two tiny words that sealed her fate.
“Fuck you!”
He knew he was grinning like a goof as he teased, “Oh no, you’ve got that wrong. I’m going to be fucking you, kitten. Right after, I’ll introduce you to how much you’re going to learn to both love and hate the wide strip of leather I like to wear everywhere.” He leaned down, barely able to reach the toy bag, bringing out the soft, leather belt, holding it up so she could get a good look at it.
“I would like you to meet Burn.”
“You named your belt?”
“Yep. That way I can mention him in public, and you’ll know what I mean. I find it’s a very appropriate name as I am going to love blistering your behind with Burn.”
“Sadist,” she accused, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“Guilty as charged, baby, but I still have some mercy in me. I’m going to make sure you get to enjoy your coffee and breakfast after, although if I do my job right, you’ll be enjoying your morning caffeine while lying on your tummy.”
He heard her whisper, “Shit” under her breath as he let her head flop back down as he stood. He knew it wasn’t going to be comfortable for her, but that was part of the attraction to the idea of pulling her right leg up and out until her knee was next to the right armrest. He made quick work of securing that leg to the chair before moving to her last free limb. Once he had pulled that leg up and out, Nalani was truly splayed open, her pussy and plugged asshole on display.
Only when he had her tied completely immobile, he was able to slow things down, which of course, worked in his favor. Watching Nalani struggle against her bonds was a huge turn-on. Taking several long seconds, he stepped back and admired the view as he stroked his cock to stave off his need.
He had to hand it to the Cartwright-Davidson’s. While the suites were not technically BDSM bedrooms, he’d noticed almost every piece of furniture was kink friendly. Headboards with slats made tying down submissives easy. Benches in the shower provided the ideal sex-aide. And today, he noticed the desk chair was the optimum dimension to serve as a spanking bench.
Shane palmed Nalani’s bare ass, warming her up with a gentle massage.
“Would you like to make a wager on how many strokes it will take with Burn before I can get you begging me to fuck you?”
“Sure. I bet one stroke,” she deadpanned.
“Oh, baby, that would be no fun at all. As much as I look forward to sticking my dick in you again, I really want your bottom to burn me from the heat. So…” He reached and pulled on the plug in her ass just hard enough to bring the widest part out to stretch her puckered hole. “We’ll change things up a little. You can make the belt strokes stop anytime you want by calling out, ‘fuck me,’ but just know if you don’t make it to at least twenty belt-strokes, my cock will be going in this dirty ass instead of your pussy, young lady.”
She groaned as she flailed ineffectually against her bonds.
“You can consider getting buggered with my cock my second favorite punishment for you, after turning your ass raw. Your choice, of course.” He shoved the plug back in as he made his point, watching her wet cunt clench with the need to be filled.
Patience, my kitten. I promise to take good care of my pussy.
Unable to wait a moment longer, Shane stepped back and let the two-inch wide leather belt crack against Nalani’s bottom, drawing out a panicked cry from the sub as the pain settled in. His next strike was perfectly placed just below the first. Damn, he loved how she wiggled her cheeks as best she could in her prone position.
Knowing she was inexperienced was a huge turn-on as he enjoyed watching the stripes turning rosy across her bottom. By the fifth lash of his belt, she had begun to cry out for him to stop.
But there was no word red.
By the eighth whip of the leather, he heard her first sob.
But there was no word red.
By the twelfth stroke of the belting, his own erection was like stone, witnessing perhaps the sexiest scene on his kink-o-meter. The sights, sounds, and smells of the moment conspired to tempt him into aborting the punishment so he could bottom out inside her. It took all of his self-control to slow down between lashes to give Nalani time to absorb each strike.
She fought against her bonds, sniffling as her tears made her nose run, wiggling her cute ass the few centimeters she could, trying to bring herself some relief. She even cried out, “Stop, please,” after stroke fifteen.
But still, there was no word red.
The litany of the word “Please” started with his sixteenth lash to her now red ass. Over and over, she cried out, but he knew if he pressed her, she wouldn’t know herself what she was begging for. He suspected she both hated and loved what he was doing to her body in equal measure.
It’s why she was perfect for him. His ability to not balk at her tears and protests was what made him best for her in return.
The nineteenth and twentieth lashes came hard and fast. They were both about to combust from the heat from the belting. With zero finesse, Shane threw the leather to the floor and stepped up behind her, burying his turgid shaft balls deep in one hard thrust. He was grateful the club was closed because Nalani’s scream as he bottomed out inside her would have surely drawn his neighbors to pound on his door to find out who had been hurt.
Like a man possessed, Shane used the back of the chair on either side of Nalani’s bottom to hold her steady as he pounded her with such force, the whole piece of furniture started scooting across the floor. The fact he’d come more times than he could count in the last forty-eight hours was working in his favor. Despite feeling as if he were ready to explode, he was able to stave off his eruption so long, he began to get winded from the rapid-fire fucking.
And Nalani? She was proving yet again her perfection by releasing the sexiest cocktail of purrs, nonsensical gibberish, and rhythmic cries in tempo with each pump of his cock. The wet sound of their bodies slapping together was only enhanced when her cunt started spasming around him, squeezing his shaft as she fell apart, sobbing incoherently through a massive orgasm.
It was too much. He couldn’t hold out a second longer. Feeling a bit like his ancestral cavemen brothers, Shane cried out his own release, shooting rope after rope of cum into her tight channel, then collapsed over her back, completely out of breath from his morning workout.
He wanted to stay like this forever. When she tilted her head back to look up at him, her post-climactic vulnerability took his breath away.
Nalani may be the one who had just been disciplined, but at that moment, he knew he was the one who was truly in trouble.
He was in danger of losing his heart.
Chapter 13
“I can’t believe you haven’t changed your mind yet.”
For the tenth time, Nalani regretted opening her big mouth and confiding in Avery and Madison about Shane’s invitation to attend the Oscars. It had been bad enough having to fend off his overt attempts to change her mind all week, but since telling her co-workers on Friday, they had gotten downright pushy with her. It was getting harder and harder to hold tight to her decision, consideri
ng deep down she really wanted to go.
Only the fear of losing her job kept her in check. Oh, Shane had been not-so-subtly hinting she didn’t need to keep working because he would be more than happy to pay her to stay tied to his bed for a living. She’d even admit it was fun joking around with him about the absurd idea. But in the few quiet moments she’d had to herself in the almost week they’d been doing their unique version of playing house, the truth of her situation made sure to slap her back into reality.
She prayed whatever this was they had going between them would last as long as possible. If she was lucky, they’d have a few weeks, on the outside, a few months.
But never… not once… did she allow herself to contemplate forever. If it wasn’t forever, that meant she would need to keep her job. And that meant she must never go out in public with Shane Covington. It would take the paparazzi less than a day to track down her sordid history—the mistakes she had moved heaven and earth to put behind her back in Hawaii. The past even the temptation of Shane Covington couldn’t erase.
No… she couldn’t talk about that with her co-workers.
“I told you, there’s no way in hell I’d subject myself to that kind of craziness. Anyway, he needed to turn in his RSVP weeks ago. There’s no way I could change my mind now, less than twenty-four hours before the show.”
Avery leaned across the kitchen island to place a plate of low-cal veggies in front of her and Madison. She’d been teasing them about watching their weight more now that they both had hotties in their beds.
“Well, I’m on record that I think you’re crazy. I’d sell my soul to go to the Oscars with anyone, especially Shane Covington.”
“Fine, then you go. He can take you.” Nalani teased before popping an olive in her mouth.
“Yeah, right,” Avery laughed. “I hate to tell you, but that guy only has eyes for you. He couldn’t care less about taking anyone else.”
Her friend’s words comforted Nalani in a strange, possessive way. Warning bells were going off in her head as she reminded herself Shane Covington was a playboy. He’d been with dozens of women before her and would be with dozens of women after. Feeling jealous in any way would only lead to heartache.