by Rebel Wild
“I’m going to hit you twelve times. You will count.”
“Yes, sir,” I say again, swallowing hard to moisten my dry throat.
I do my best to make my ass go numb, but I still feel the slender, rectangular paddle resting on my right cheek. He raises it and I tuck my ass in even more, bracing for the hit. It lands with a resounding smack on my skin. I jump a little, but I hope it wasn’t too obvious.
“One,” I say, through gritted teeth. “Thank you, sir.” The sting is worse without the fur, but not unbearable right now. He lifts the paddle again and brings it down on my left ass cheek. “Two,” I say, this time I didn’t jump at all. “Thank you, sir.”
By the time I muffle out a “thank you, sir” for the twelfth smack, my ass is on fire. I hear the paddle hit the floor and I listen for him. I startle a little when I feel him behind me with his rock-hard erection pressed into my stinging behind. The roughness of his jeans is making me very uncomfortable. He’s breathing hard and I know he’s completely turned on. He pulls my dress from between my legs and moves it up my body, exposing my breasts. He cups them in both hands.
“So hard,” he says when he feels how erect my nipples are. “What has you so turned on?”
“I don’t know, sir.” And I truly don’t. I didn’t like getting spanked. It hurt. My ass still hurts, but I’m somehow turned on and I don’t understand it. A moan escapes my lips when his teeth nip at my shoulder.
“Why this color?” he demands to know of my dress. He’s pawing at it.
“I thought you would approve of it, sir.”
“That I do,” he says, moving his mouth to my other shoulder. He brushes my hair to the side with his fingertips, massaging my scalp. I shy away, hunching my shoulder to protect my neck, but he pulls my hair to make me lean my head. He sucks on my neck and I’m revolted and turned on by it at the same time. I hate that I like it. He gathers my hair in his hands and turns my head to face him. “Enough to reward you,” he tells me right before he sticks his tongue in my already slightly opened and very willing mouth.
I want to wonder about the reward, but all thoughts go right out of my head. I moan as our lips battle in pleasure. My body reacts before my mind can catch up to it and I lean into him, wanting more. My panties are so wet they’re stuck to me and I wiggle a little, trying in vain to adjust them.
Like always, he pulls away from me too soon. He moves in front of me and I suck in my breath when I feel his mouth on my nipple, sucking the hell out of it while the palm of his other hand rubs the other. I throw my head back and stick my chest out to get more of my tits in his mouth and hand. My dress falls as he runs his hands up my thighs once again. This time he hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them off. I’m embarrassed that I haven’t washed up. I know it can’t smell good down there, but I can hear him moan as he inhales deeply.
“Do you know how delicious you smell?”
“No, sir.”
“I will never tire of the smell of your arousal for me. It smells better when it’s not hidden in body wash. It’s the perfect gift to give to your Dom. After complete submission, of course.”
“Yes, sir.” My legs tingle at the feel of his breath.
“And then comes the taste,” he says. I squirm when his finger touches me. “So wet for me, Foxy.” I whimper when he says that name. It’s always when I’m close to coming. The way he says it is bad, but it makes me feel so good. “And you just got even wetter,” he says, playing with my pubic hairs that are starting to grow back in. His voice sounds almost enthused
The sound of him sucking me off his fingers arouses me even more. He spreads me open with his fingers and his tongue flicks my clit.
“Oh, God.” I moan, but I quickly shut up.
“I like making you wet and you taste delicious, just like I always knew you would,” he says, darting his tongue out, flicking my clit like a thirsty animal lapping water. “Is Daddy making you feel good?” I can’t take him calling me that. I try to move away, but he won’t let me. “Stop fighting it,” he says, playing with me with his finger. “I know you want to come. All you have to do is ask. Just say the word and I’ll let you.”
“Please.”
“Please, who?”
“Sir.”
I quiver as my orgasm starts to take hold of me. I moan when, like the last time, he abruptly stops right before it happens.
“That’s not the word.”
“Please,” I whimper shamelessly this time.
“You’re still fighting it.”
“No.” I shake my head in agony making him stand up and grab hold of my face with his hand to stop me. I know he doesn’t like me doing it because he holds me a little too tightly between his fingers. “I’m not fighting, but I can’t call you that.”
“Then you need to make me come first. This is about me, remember?”
“Sir, how can I make you come?”
“Many ways,” he says. I moan when he lowers his hand between my legs and flattens his palm on my clit, rubbing it. I’m so wet that his hand glides right over me and I’m whimpering like a baby from the feel of it. “Quiet. I don’t want you moaning right now.”
It’s not like I can help it.
“Sir?” I say, half begging him to answer my question.
“Many ways,” he starts again. “But there’s only one way I will allow.” I bite my lip to keep quiet as he grinds his hand into me. I’m so close to coming, but I know he’ll stop if I make a sound. “I want to come inside you.” His breath smells of me and I try not to crinkle my nose. I definitely do not like smelling myself. I quickly nod my head in agreement. I’m so close to coming at this point, I’d agree to anything. “Stop nodding your head.” He puts his mouth to my ear and hisses at me and I stop. He’s sliding along my clit so easily right now. I can feel a pool in his hand. “You want Daddy to fuck you, Foxy? My cock is a lot bigger than this little finger I keep getting you wet with. Do you want to feel it inside you?”
“I…”
I freeze. The way he describes it knocks me out of the horny fog he just had me in, and he knows it. He snatches his hand from between my legs. I’m in darkness still for a few minutes until he takes off the blindfold. I blink as my eyes adjust to the soft light of the room. He reaches up to unhook my hands and takes off my restraints.
“You’re not ready.”
“No, I am,” I say, looking at him while I’m rubbing my sore wrists. He’s beyond frustrated with me. “I’ll stop fighting it. I will. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He’s not even listening to me. I want to apologize, but I can’t seem to find the words. Is it appropriate to apologize for not being ready to lose my virginity in a playroom fuck? I smooth my skirt down as I lower my head and wait for instruction, but none comes. Instead, he leads me to my bathroom to put the arnica cream on my sore ass. I really hate the stuff. It burns worse than the paddling did. Once he’s cleaned me up, he leads me back to my room.
“The playroom will keep until the morning,” he says, turning back my covers. “I want you in bed now.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, but don’t move.
“What?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I tell him, apologizing after realizing that it is appropriate. It’s the reason I’m here. I signed a contract agreeing to it and everything. “I want to stop fighting it. I really do, but it’s my first time and I’m just being stupid—”
“Stop,” he says, holding my chin in his hand. “I’m in no hurry. I told you I want to earn your trust, and that takes work. You’ve come a long way in a short time. Believe it or not, I’m very pleased.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rest,” he says, “I want to have an early start tomorrow.” I frown in confusion. “Your reward.”
My eyes widen at the thought of whatever it is. What type of rewards do Doms give?
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bsp; “It’s an outing,” he says, letting my chin go. “Relax, you’ll like it.”
“Yes, sir.” I laugh.
“Into bed,” he says. “And don’t play with yourself,” he barks at me. “I’ll know.”
“Yes, sir.”
I wonder if he knows about the little fun I almost had that night in the bathtub.
No, he couldn’t know. He’s full of shit.
I sneak a peek at him as I hop into bed and his eyes are blazing in my direction.
Damn! He knows.
Chapter Ten
I sit with Joe finalizing the plans for the trip I’m taking with Sydney tomorrow.
“Sydney Warren,” I say her name more to myself than to him while I grin at the way she wore that red dress to entice me tonight.
Her name drips off my tongue like warm honey and sliding my cock into her will be just as sweet. I came close tonight, but she caved in the end. Try as I might, I can’t crack the nut that is Sydney Warren, and it only makes me want her more.
“So, what is it about this one?” Joe asks. “Why does she get taken on a vacay?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Seems I got nothing but time,” he says.
“You’d be doing eight years in prison instead of a year in rehab if it wasn’t for me.”
“So, you pulled a few strings to get me out of lockup. What do you want, a medal?”
“Just some loyalty and appreciation.”
“Hey, I’ve always been loyal to you and if I showed you any more appreciation, I’d be stuck up your shitty ass. Now, are you going to tell me the deal or are you going to keep deflecting?”
“Believe me, you don’t want to know.” I laugh. He gives me that little brother look that used to annoy the hell out of me. It usually ended with him running to tell Mom. “What can I say? She agreed to be in a relationship with me. End of story.”
If only that were true. Unfortunately for her, little Sydney has been snared in my web since I first laid eyes on her, only she didn’t know it then and she still has no idea now. I remember how sexy she looked when she’d come by the office to see her daddy. Always with a book in her hand and a soda straw in her mouth. Picturing her sucking me off would drive me crazy, but she didn’t stop there. She had to dress the part. Every damn time, she had to show off her legs and ass. I lost count of how many times I jacked off with the image of that ass burned into my brain. Sexy Foxy sure made going to work back then worthwhile, even on my most stressful days.
“I don’t give a damn about anyone else’s agenda, Mona,” I told my office manager. “I’m going to be there at nine on the dot and I expect the team to be ready with their reports.” I hung up with her.
We had a high-profile murder that turned the public eye toward my office and with that came a whole lot of damn scrutiny. I didn’t know what it was that brought out the nutcases, but I missed the days when all we had to worry about was a few drugged-out celebrities doing community service.
On top of that, it was an election year. I’d been the district attorney for three years and I wasn’t about to drop the ball when it took too much to get there. I already had to overcome the stigma of being the son of a convicted sex offender. That was more than enough.
I glanced down at my phone when I heard the familiar ring of Portia, checking to see if we were still on for that night. I ignored the call. She knew better than to reach out to me. If and when I needed her, I knew how to call her. Truth be told, I needed a good working over after the dream I had that night. I woke up feeling horny and frustrated, but it had nothing to do with Portia and everything to do with a certain teenager I couldn’t get out of my head ever since her father started working for me a year prior.
I thought it was the stress I was under. It had to be. What thirty-something man would find a teenage girl attractive? The ones I’d put in fucking jail, that was who.
Yeah, it was the stress all right. I needed a goddamn vacation. Images of Sydney laid out on a yacht in a bikini filled my head. Jesus, I was out of my mind.
I made a left on Temple Street, turned into the court building, and pulled my Jag into my parking space. I nodded at the sheriff doing the security checks at the door as I walked past. I had fifteen minutes before my meeting started so I grabbed a coffee and a Danish at the shop on the fifth floor before I went up. I could have easily got Mona to make me a cup. She bragged about her so-called skills, but her coffee tasted like liquid shit and it still does. She could never get the coffee scoop to water ratio right and she still can’t.
“Anything else I can get for you?” The barista asked as she handed me my cup.
“Something sweet,” I told her. “Surprise me.”
“Oh, okay.” She laughed before going to the back. She came back with a small pink box and handed it to me. “It’s a cherry Danish. I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” I winked at her before taking it and leaving.
I ran into Roger Warren at the elevators.
“Mr. Garrett,” he said. “Good morning.”
He held the doors so they wouldn’t close as I walked through them.
“Did you offer Hal Decker the deal?”
“I did, but he’s got Nate Tate as his lawyer now.”
“What made him come crawling out of the woodwork?”
“The media coverage. He wants to take this thing to trial so he can become the next Johnny Cochran.”
A woman entered the elevator with a juror badge on, preventing us from saying anything more about court cases. We separated at the upstairs lobby as I went to my office.
“Morning, Mona.” I walked past her desk, holding up my coffee so she wouldn’t get me a cup. She followed me in. “Is my schedule clear for this morning?”
“All but Chief Green,” she said, putting the stack of briefs on my desk that I’d asked her to pull. “He wants you to give a statement for his one o’clock news conference.”
“What about?”
“The Hal Decker creep who strangled that actress and dumped her body up on Mulholland Christmas day. He just wants you to make him look good.”
“We have people to handle press conferences. He knows that. I can’t personally pat him on the back every time he arrests someone. Have Rhoda in public affairs call him. I have my own problems.”
I set my cup of coffee down and took a bite of my Danish before dumping my phone on my desk and shrugging out of my suit jacket, hanging it on the back of my chair. I walked over to the conference room for my meeting.
“Morning all,” I told the seven deputy assistants that gathered around the oval table. “I’ll make this quick. I know you have cases on the docket you’re trying to prepare for. The press is kicking our asses. We have more people walking out of our jails than going in and crime is on the damn rise. I can’t control what the chief does to catch the criminals, but do we have to just open the courtroom doors and let them walk out of here? The seven of you are on a losing streak. It’s time you bank into a climb. I want to know what you all are working on, who your judges are, and what you think your chances are of winning.”
I listened as each one laid out their cases with hands to God, swearing they’d win. I’d heard it all before and I wasn’t impressed. I dismiss all but Roger.
“Just a heads-up,” I told him. “Chief Green’s giving a news conference today about your case.”
“Who told him to do that?”
“Like he’d listen if we said not to.”
“At least we pulled Judge Lee,” he said, walking with me toward my office. “He’s a tough son of a bitch, but he leans toward the prosecution.”
“I’m more worried about the jury selection. All it takes is one jaded lover to feel sorry for this guy killing his girlfriend.”
“Can you blame him? She was a real piece of work.”
; “Yes, I can blame him and so will you if you want to win this case. Have Donna question the potential jurors. She’s good at weeding out sympathizers.”
“I’m on it.”
“How’s Sydney doing?” I asked, changing the subject to something more appealing.
“Typical teenager. She’s excited about her sixteenth birthday.”
“Is that right?”
“In just a few short months. Too soon for me. She’s growing up so fast.”
“Not fast enough.”
“You sound like Sydney.” He grinned. “Speaking of the devil.”
When I saw her, a grin crept on my face as well, but mine was a little more salacious. As she leaned over the counter, I pictured her in nothing but her panties, waiting for me to plunge my cock in that young, tight pussy of hers. She was showing Mona something on her phone. Her heels were lifted out of her white flip-flops because she was on her tiptoes. The position made her legs appear even longer and accentuated that ass she was giving me such a great view of. Light pink shorts stretched over it. She must have been wearing a thong because the shorts were playing peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks and I didn’t see any panties. Believe me, I was looking for them. She had the nerve to be drinking one of Mona’s coffees.
“And the devil certainly appears,” I said.
My cock pulsated thinking about her lips wrapped around him instead of that coffee cup.
Not to be ignored, my balls squeezed in, itching to unload the full sack of cum they’d been storing just for her.
“Foxy, what are you doing here?” Roger asked her, and she whipped her head around at the sound of his voice.
Her long side bangs fell in her face and she only used one finger to brush them back, tilting her head to make sure they stayed. She grabbed the novel she had on the counter and left Mona to her work as she walked over to us. Her flip-flops smacked her heels as she did. Shit on me, the way her toes curled as they tried to keep them on. I wanted nothing more than to find out what else made her toes curl.