Casey nodded. “Yes. But remember to call me with the password by one p.m.”
“Got it. Pinkie shake.”
* * *
Max’s sports car was low and powerful, and Casey could feel the engine through the seat and the frame in a way that she didn’t know was possible. Even as a passenger, the response was impressive and she longed, maybe when sober, to drive it herself. Right now, though, her head was spinning around in a way that was a few turns shy of vomitorious, so she focused on the dashboard and did deep even breathing until they arrived home.
Max was busy the moment they got in, settling her on the couch with a glass of water and aspirin from her medicine cabinet. “Rest,” he urged, settling down beside her, and she leaned into him and wiggled until she was comfortable. When she awoke suddenly, a few hours later, the TV was on a nature documentary and Max was still holding her, one hand stroking her hair.
“Echo.” She rubbed her eyes. On the screen, a large cat of some kind lurked in dry yellow grass, its whole body intent on a stupid, beautiful, oblivious gazelle. Casey wanted to cry for the gazelle, and when the inevitable end began, she averted her eyes and grabbed for the remote. Off.
“She texted at one-thirty with the words Purple Alligator Fart and a selfie of her and Mitch in the bar. I figured that meant all clear. Yes?”
“Thanks. Did you text back?” She yawned.
“I told her it was Max on your phone, and that she was going to get a spanking for texting thirty minutes late, and she told me to fuck off. All in all, a very healthy exchange.”
“Max! You didn’t.”
He grinned. “But I did.”
“I think she likes you.”
“Good. But it’s not her I’m most concerned about.” His eyes were intense.
“Thanks for taking care of me tonight. It wasn’t necessary.” But she licked her lip as she leaned forward. “But I appreciate it.”
“Any time.” His eyes were locked on hers. “All you need to do is ask.”
She could see the pulse in his neck, and his body was so warm against hers. All of the passion inside her welled up into a sharp need that whined in her body for release. “For anything I want?”
He clenched his jaw. “Yes.”
“Really?”
“Casey.” His voice was low and erotic, and his whole body language shifted into a new idiom. “Name it and it’s yours.”
“How about this?” She leaned in and brushed his lips with hers. “Can I ask for this? Or this?” She lowered her mouth to his neck and licked, then bit down and smiled to herself when his tendons clenched. “Do you like that, Max?”
Not waiting for an answer, she bit his earlobe and stuck her tongue quickly into his ear, making him squeeze down hard on her arms. “Or that?”
“Casey.” His voice was rough. “Look at me.”
“I don’t want to look, I want to taste you. God, you’re delicious. You spanked me, but we never kissed. I want to taste your mouth.” She licked his lower lip, and giggled in victory when he suddenly took her into his arms and kissed her back, plundering her mouth with his tongue, skillfully tasting and teasing, until she stopped laughing and moaned into his breath. “Max.” She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling him through his shirt. Rock hard.
He pulled back. “Casey. We shouldn’t.” His voice was hard.
“What do you mean?” She stared at him. “Why not? I’m sober now.”
He shook his head. “Maybe you’re not drunk on alcohol, but you’re high on emotions, and I don’t want to take advantage.”
“You don’t want to make love to me?” Her eyes filled with tears.
“Of course I want to make love to you.” His voice was fierce. “You have no idea, Casey. And I don’t just want to make love to you. I want to fuck you until you scream in passion. I want to spank you until your pretty ass is pink and you’re begging me to stop. I want to lick you until your eyes glaze over and your whole body trembles with pleasure. I want to make you come so hard you see stars and hit fucking heaven. That’s what I want. But.”
He sat back and put his hands on his knees. “I can’t. Not now. You’re—vulnerable. You’re crying over Hunter. It would be wrong for me to take you.”
“But you play with people all the time.” Her voice came out low, confused. “What’s wrong with me that you won’t do it with me, too?”
“It’s different, Casey.”
“It’s not! You fucked Cassia while I watched, Max. Abby said you fuck her and go hard if she asks for it. I know you’re with a lot of women. Why not me, too?”
“Because I care about you too much.” He shot the words out, then his face tensed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me. I want you to spank me until I cry, and tell me I’m a bad girl again. That gets me so hot.” She leaned back into him and licked his neck. “Mmm. Salty and sweet.”
“Casey.” He sounded strangled.
“Because I’m sooo… naughty. Getting drunk like that at the bar and calling you away from the club? What a bad girl I am. And bad girls need to be punished.” She whispered into his ear, “They need to be spanked on their naughty asses until they sob, Max. They need to be humiliated and called really dirty words. Like slut. They need their asses plugged. And then they need to be fucked hard, to be reminded who’s boss. Sometimes bad girls want it hard, hard enough to make them forget their troubles and just fly away into bliss.”
She put her mouth right over his. “Show me how nice it can be, Max, please.” And although she was trying to tease, to seduce, she was also begging. “The time with you and Hunter, it wasn’t right. I ended up being so sad. Show me how good it can be when it—when you do it properly. All of it, from start to finish. Show me what it feels like to be punished and cherished at the same time, because all I felt was the punishment part. Teach me how to be a good sub for you. I’ll be such a good girl for you.”
She swallowed hard and wiped a tear from her eye. “Please, Max.”
“I can’t.”
“But you wanted to, right? That punishment from you and Hunter. You were trying to give me my fantasy, weren’t you?” Her voice was challenging. “I told you my darkest dream, and you tried to make it come alive for me. Tell me.”
His voice was low. “Yes.”
“But it didn’t work out the way I expected, I guess.” Her voice wobbled. “Because Hunter was upset.”
Max shook his head. “It was foolish of me to try setting that up, Casey, and I’m sorry.” He made a fist. “I should have known he wasn’t in the right frame of mind. It’s my fault things didn’t work that night. It was my call, and it was a bad one.”
“It wasn’t all bad.” Casey traced her finger along his lower lip. “Parts of it I enjoyed. And don’t you want to make it right for me? You said that was my second chance because I messed up the first time, at my initiation. Well, consider this your second chance, to make my fantasy come true. Punish me, Max, do it hard and for real, but fuck me too. Show me how it works to have both together. That’s what I really wanted, I think. Not the two guys, but the mix of pain and pleasure, domination and passion.”
“You don’t know what you want.” His voice was tight.
“Yes, I do. Fuck me the way you want to, tonight. Do it hard. Do what we both are dying for, right now.”
“That’s really what you want?” His voice was low and hard.
“Yes.” She looked into his eyes. “Fuck, yes.”
“You want me to own you tonight, Casey? Teach you manners? Make you mine? Punish you and fuck you the way I want? You’ll follow my orders?”
“Yes.”
“All right.”
“Really?”
“Safeword is mercy, and I’m not stopping until you say it. Say it too soon, and I’ll punish you harder. You’re going to get extras if you don’t obey immediately. Stand up.”
“Right away?”
He tugged her over his lap and landed several
stinging slaps on her ass. “When I say it, I mean it.”
“Ouch.” She struggled against his firm grip. “Max, that hurts.”
“Good.” He slapped a few more times, then released her. “Stand.”
She stood in front of him. His blue eyes were dark with passion, and his hair was messy from her hands. He was breathing harder; she could see his chest rise and fall.
“Casey, you’re going to learn two things tonight. First, like you asked: Domination and pleasure, mixed. Punishment and bliss. I’ll give you marks and passion both.”
“And the second?”
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“How much of it is mental—I’m going to show you that, too. How to get off on words and ideas. How you don’t need bruises to hit that high.”
“Okay.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and it was the man she knew. But when his smile faded, he turned into someone else, a strict disciplinarian, and her body exulted at the metamorphosis. She wanted him to take her hard and use her and command her.
“Do you know what I want next?” His voice was low.
“You want me to strip.”
“That’s right. Nice and slowly. Look at me while you do it. See my face while I watch.”
She flushed.
“Does that embarrass you?” His voice held a note of teasing, but not yielding.
She nodded.
“Good. I like that.” He smiled. “Start now.”
She began to move as he sat back, his eyes locked onto her, undulating her body like a snake as she shed the skirt, the top, the bra. She was a little embarrassed, but also not at all. Part of her loved showing off, seeing that flash of appreciation in his eye, the unbridled lust. When she stood in just her panties, she hesitated.
“Turn around. Bend over.”
“Like what you see, Max?” She spread her legs and bent forward.
“Are you wet? Touch yourself.”
She bit her lip. “Look how wet I am already. I wanted you all night. I hope it’s not too forward of me to say it.”
She stood up and faced him again; slid her fingers down the front of her G-string. “Oh! That feels so good. Mmm.” She closed her eyes and threw her head back in mock ecstasy. “I know just how to touch myself to get off. Think you can do the same?” She gave him a challenging smile and tossed her hair.
Max’s erection was hard, visible through the fabric of his pants, and he shifted on the couch, but his voice was easy. “What do you think, Casey? Think I know what to do?” He held up his hands, ran one finger over his lips. “Think I know how to make a woman scream in pleasure?” He raised one eyebrow. “Answer me.” His voice was harder now. “Tell me what you think I might do to you tonight if you’re a good girl.” He sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Or else you won’t get anything from me.”
She sucked in a breath. “I think—I think your lips are like magic. If you lick my clit, it will feel like a butterfly kiss, like raindrops, like a storm on the sea. Your fingers will touch me like a thousand points of pleasure. And if you fuck me…” Her voice trailed off.
“Yes?”
“I’ll combust.”
“Walk to the kitchen.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He stood up. “We’re going to find a few things, Casey, and I’ll need your help.”
“What kind of things?” Nervous now, she shifted from one foot to the other.
“What kinds of things?” he mused. “Well, considering you begged for a punishment, maybe you can use your imagination. I’m surely going to.” He put one hand on her shoulder to guide her. “You are going to find me ten different implements I can use to spank you, Casey. And if they’re not severe enough, I’ll make you pick five more. Understand?”
She gulped. “Severe enough?”
“That’s right. Pick a few things that you think will sting. And a few that will hurt like hell.” He gave her one sharp slap on her ass that made her squeal and jump. “Understand me?”
“Yes!” She gasped and ran in front of him, breasts jiggling. “All from the kitchen?” Her mind raced.
“Start here. But if there aren’t enough, feel free to find tools from around your apartment. You have five minutes.” He pressed a timer on his watch. “If you go over, you’ll get my belt in addition to your selection. So think quickly.”
Casey’s heart was going double time. This was the dirtiest, kinkiest thing she’d ever done—being forced to find implements of punishment from her own home. It was sexy as hell… and also a little bit scary. She knew how hard Max could spank, and she didn’t want the extras. She believed he’d be talented enough to keep her just below her safeword threshold but drag out the belt as he needed, and she didn’t want the belt spanking on top of whatever else he had planned. She tugged open a drawer and grabbed a few things.
“Show me what you pick, and tell me why.” His words were iron.
She flushed. “Wooden mixing spoon. Famous spanking implement. I think it will… hurt.” It was a very solid spoon, thick and well built, and she shuddered, thinking of feeling it crack down against her ass. She put it on the counter. “All rubber spatula, one piece molded. Um, more flexible than the spoon, but whippier. I think it will sting a lot.”
“It will. Keep going.”
She frantically pawed through another drawer, finding nothing useful. “I can’t find anything else!”
“Better try harder.” He tapped his watch. “Time is flying.”
She found an unused fly swatter, thick with dust, on top of the fridge. “This could work. I don’t know. It might sting.” She tossed it next to the spoon and plastic spatula and darted her eyes around the room. “Cheese board. It’s thick, like a horrible paddle. Will probably hurt like hell.” This one clattered as it landed on the counter, heavy and hard, and she shuddered. “Oh, God. Max.”
“Keep going. You have lots to find, still. Think of this like a treasure hunt.” He gave her a wicked smile.
“I don’t think there’s anything else in here. Can I please look around the rest of the apartment?”
“Be my guest.” He spread out his hands.
She raced to her bathroom and grabbed two hairbrushes, one thick and wooden, at least five inches across; the other small and plastic with a narrow tubular handle.
“Four more, Casey. And only one minute left.”
She squealed and ran to her closet, where she found a thin leather belt and a flip-flop. She’d read a book once where a man spanked his woman with a flip-flop, and she had no idea if it would hurt or not. On her desk, she grabbed wildly and came up with a paperback book and a wooden ruler, and raced to drop them back on the counter, breathless, just as he called, “Time.”
“Finished!” she proclaimed triumphantly. “I found ten.”
He smiled. “Well, let’s see. Hmm.” He picked up each item, examined it. “This ruler won’t work. It has a metal edge.” He tossed it aside. “And the paperback book? I’ll give you credit for trying, but that’s just not going to be effective.”
“Oh, but Max, please. I did my best,” she pleaded, looking at his belt and up to his face.
“I’ll do my best, too,” he said in a silky voice. “Bring them all to the couch, please, and we’ll discuss what’s going to happen next.”
“To the couch?” She gulped.
“That’s right. Put them on the coffee table next to it. Right now, Casey.”
She nodded jerkily, still panting from her mad race, and grabbed up an armful of stuff. It was strange to know that these ordinary items were going to be used to spank her, and a sudden surge of moisture between her legs, coupled with a sharp pang of arousal, made her moan as she walked.
“Eager?” Max asked.
“I don’t know.” She dropped the items. “Nervous.”
“Good.” He ran his hand over the curve of her buttocks. “I like that. Stand in front of me again,” he ordered, “while I sit and tell you what’s going to happen.”
/> “Yes, Sir.”
“Stand with your legs wider, and clasp your hands together behind your back. I like the way it pushes out your chest.” He smiled at the red that flushed her face. “A little wider, like that. Yes. Try to really grab each elbow, I want to see those tits pushing out at me. Nice.”
“Max,” she whined.
“Stay that way until I tell you to move,” he ordered. “It might be a while.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to have you get in several different positions, and I’m going to spank you with at least five of these implements. Ten spanks from each item. If you disobey, or move too much, or argue with me, I’ll increase it. When we’re done, I’ll determine if your behavior was good enough to let you come, or whether you need a few more sets of ten first. Trust me, this is going to hurt. But you’re going to accept it.”
Her heart started beating so hard she couldn’t stand it. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me why you’re being punished.”
“Because—” she forced out. “I behaved badly. I’m sorry.”
“I know. You’re going to feel even more sorry, soon.”
She felt tears in her eyes. She still felt terrible about the club; even though she was playing a game with him, there was something real mixed in, too. “I really am sorry about lying, about the club, about Sofia. I want you to spank it out of me.”
He stood up and took her chin in his hand. “Casey? Are you playing, or is this something more?” He searched her face, his expression somber.
“I want you to—to make me keep going,” she told him, her fingers tightening on his arm. “Even if I tell you to stop, I want you to go until you’re done. Otherwise I can’t get rid of the guilt.”
He pulled back to look at her face, and frowned. “Remember we talked about forgiveness coming first? I already did that.”
“You did, but I didn’t.” Her voice cracked. “I’m still angry at myself. I think if you punish me, I can get rid of it. I trust you.” Her words tumbled out. “I know you won’t hurt me beyond what I can handle, and I need to know that you’re going to punish me until it’s—complete. Because I don’t know if I have the strength to force myself to take what I need to get myself past my own guilt. So I need you to force me.”
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