The Man of Her House

by Constance Masters

  He stomped downstairs to wait. He didn’t know where to start looking, and he wanted to be there if she did come home.

  * * *

  It was two hours later when he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to do something. What if she’d had an accident, broken down, or run out of gas in the middle of nowhere? Maybe she drove out to the Lakeside Inn. He had to find her.

  It was a long shot, but he drove past their usual market first. The place was practically deserted, and there was no sign of the car in any of the parking bays. He didn’t have a contact number for Krys, who was the only friend he’d known her to see since she’d been home. The inn seemed like the only option.

  After driving as fast as he safely could, he arrived at the inn’s location in about fifty minutes, but it was forty minutes too late. The desk had changed over to the graveyard shift at eleven, and the receptionist had no clue if there had been a girl making enquiries before that. He was at a dead end again. There was nothing he could do but go back home and hope to hell she was there. He tried to call her again, but it went straight to her messages.

  After another forty minute drive, Jesse was nearly home. He pulled towards an intersection and stopped for a red light. While he was waiting for the green, his eyes lit on a road sign pointing left. ‘Oakhill Cemetery’ loomed up, jagging his sensibilities. “Of course!” He pulled over to the turning lane and followed the sign, grateful that there was no traffic. It was a long dark road, and he was starting to think he’d missed a turn or something. Then he saw it, like an oasis in the dessert, the car. He’d found her.

  * * *

  Alyssa sat with her legs crossed next to her daddy’s grave. She had her cell, but she had no inclination at all to answer it or check the time. All she knew was that she’d been there a long time and she didn’t have anywhere else to go.

  She’d been talking to her dad since she got there. Talking and crying while she polished the inscription on his headstone. She told him all about the mess she’d found herself in at school, even about her mom and the new guy she’d gone on vacation with. It was interesting that she found herself actually defending her mom, telling him how lonely she’d been and what a good job she’d done to keep everything together after he’d passed. Finally, she tried to tell him about Jesse. The words wouldn’t come though. All she could say through her tears was, “Daddy, I love him.”

  She had calmed down by the time it was dark, and she wasn’t scared. It may have been a graveyard, but she was there with her dad, the man that had always been able to fix everything. If only he was able to fix this.

  “Lyssy. Thank God. I didn’t know where else to look.”

  She looked up sharply when she heard Jesse’s voice. She pulled away. “Don’t touch me.” she said coldly.

  “Why, honey? What have I done? What’s wrong?”

  “I know.”

  “You know what?”

  “I know about the inn and your special touches.”

  “You have this all wrong.”

  “Shut up.” Why should she listen to him? He’d lied to her.

  “Pardon?”

  “Shut up and leave me alone. Go back to your prostitutes. I’m sure they can fulfil all your needs.”

  “Hang on a minute. I think you read that message, and you’ve added two and two and got six. There are no prostitutes. I do not know for the life of me how you came up with that.”

  Alyssa’s lips parted just a little. Could it be true? Could she be wrong? Oh, how she wanted to be wrong this time! She wanted to believe him more than anything at all. “What did it mean then?” she asked solemnly, a part of her still being very careful.

  “I wanted to surprise you. I promised you your first time would be special. That’s what it was about. A special room I booked for this Friday, with some special touches to make you feel like a princess.”

  “Oh.” Alyssa brushed away a tear. “I’ve ruined it!” she wailed.

  Jesse helped her to her feet and lifted her into his arms. “You haven’t ruined anything.” he said, kissing away the tears.

  “I have,” she sobbed. “You planned a sweet surprise, and I ruined it.”

  “You haven’t ruined anything,” he said, kissing her again. “Except maybe your ability to sit comfortably in your near future.”

  “I didn’t do anything bad on purpose! I made a mistake!” Now that she knew he’d planned their special night, she wanted that. She didn’t want a spanking.

  “Mmm-hmm. Let’s see. You read private messages.”

  “I read one message, and I thought you were cheating on me!” Did she just admit again to not trusting him?

  “You didn’t trust me.”

  Yes, apparently she did. “I was hurt. You just about broke my heart. Well, I believed you cheated on me, which broke my heart.”

  “You ran off without so much as leaving a note. I was worried sick.”

  “Thought you cheated… broken heart… are you listening?”

  “Really? You create absolute havoc, and then you still have the hide to give me attitude?”

  “Okay,” she giggled. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, and I’m sorry that I worried you. Okay?”

  “Yes. You’re forgiven. Now, let’s go home so I can spank you.”

  “Hey!”

  * * *

  Jesse was waiting for her when she pulled into the garage. He opened her door, and she sat there still holding the steering wheel like she was still driving. “You’re not really going to spank me, are you?”

  “I should.”

  “But you’re not, are you?” Alyssa smelled an out clause here. If only she knew the right thing to say to get out of her punishment.

  “I’m curious. Do you really not think you deserve a spanking, or do you just not want one?”

  Alyssa said nothing but slumped a little onto the steering wheel, mumbling something into her folded arm. Damn Jesse and his guilt trip. It was such an underhanded tactic, but one that worked.

  “I didn’t hear you, Alyssa. Speak up.”

  “I said, ‘maybe for looking in your phone’.”

  “Not all the other things? Worrying me and sitting in a cemetery by yourself, really late at night, in the dark?”

  “I was with my dad.”

  “I don’t want to sound callous or non-caring, but your dad wouldn’t have been able to help you, Lyssy, if something bad had happened. He wasn’t there. I mean, I know he was there in spirit, and I’m sure he was watching over you and all, but he couldn’t have physically saved you from danger.”

  “I felt safe.”

  “That doesn’t mean you were safe.”

  “Okay. I get it now. You’re right. But at the time I wasn’t thinking things through because I was really upset.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, what? Are you going to spank me or not?”

  “Just with my hand. And just so you know, this is a once-only chance. I will never ask you again what you think you should get in the way of a punishment. I’ll decide.” He held out his hand, and she took it.

  “Okay. I trust you.”

  * * *

  It was the calmest that Alyssa had ever felt before a spanking. She walked over to where Jesse was sitting on the bed waiting and unbuttoned each of the buttons on her jeans. When they were finally undone, she stepped out of them and went to lay over her boyfriend’s knee. He stopped her.

  “Panties too.”

  Without an argument she slid her hands into the slip of lace at each side and pushed her panties to her knees.

  “All the way. Take them off.”

  Alyssa cupped her sex as she stepped out of her underwear. Much as she wanted him to touch her, having him see her just before he took her over his knee made her squirm with embarrassment.

  “Alyssa,” he warned quietly.

  She pulled her hand away and threw herself over his knee immediately. Her eyes drifted closed and she savored the feel of Jesse’s warm hands
as they rubbed her clenched cheeks. He patted them gently.

  “Relax, honey.”

  Easy words for the person doing the spanking, Alyssa thought, but wisely kept to herself as she did her best to unclench. When they started, the spanks came hard and fast in a rapid fire stream that gave her little time to process the pain. Her legs kicked out wildly, instinctively trying to remove the source of the sting. “Jesse! Stop! Please!” Instead of stopping he concentrated the smacks on the crease of her bottom.

  “Be still!” he barked.

  His hand moved up and away from the crease but bounced off the same spot repeatedly. “Move around, move around!” She squirmed around as much as she could, but he held her firmly.

  “Then keep still.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut tight, managing to still her legs as the spanks moved higher, splattering the center of her quivering cheeks. The spanking was hard but over pretty quickly, and she was soon standing in front of her Jesse, sniffling miserably.

  He held her in front of him and spoke firmly, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. “If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll use my belt. Are we clear?” His voice was full of raw emotion.

  Her lip wobbled, and she nodded before bursting into a fresh wave of tears, allowing him to crush her in a tight hug.

  “I love you, Lyssy.”

  “I love you too.”

  Chapter Seven

  “It’s so pretty.”

  “It is, isn’t it?”

  “Do you know which room is ours?” Alyssa was nervous. The moment she’d waited for was finally there, and she couldn’t help thinking that it would have been easier to just kind of keep going in the heat of the moment, rather than this beautiful, planned thing that was making her concentrate on the logistics. This was sweet and romantic, but she’d had too much time to think. To wonder what it would be like. Would she be as good as the girls Jesse had slept with before?

  “I do, but we have to check in. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, of course.” Of course she was okay. She was just a bit confused, excited, scared, and unsure of herself. Nothing out of the norm.

  “We can take this as slow as you want. Really.” He squeezed her hand. “If you find you’re not ready, just say something and we’ll stop.”

  “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” When he raised their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckle, she giggled and her tummy flipped with the gentle brush of his lips against her skin.

  * * *

  “Here’s your pass key,” the guy behind the counter said with a knowing smile. “Enjoy your stay.”

  “He knows what we’re going to do,” Alyssa whispered as they walked away from the desk.

  “That’s what just about everyone does here,” Jesse chuckled.

  “Oh my,” Alyssa said looking at a couple that had to be older than her mom. She wrinkled her nose.

  The door opened to reveal one of the prettiest rooms Alyssa had ever seen. “Wow.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Oh, it’s just lovely,” Alyssa said running her hand over the furnishings as she explored the room. “Champagne,” she said with a big grin.

  “I might let you have a glass,” he said smiling.

  “Oh, Jesse, look! A hot tub! Chocolate covered strawberries! Oh, these are so yummy.” She popped one into her mouth and savored the taste of the sharp with the sweet. It was one of her favorites.

  “There’s more surprises.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep. We have dinner for two coming and something else that I think we both need.”

  Alyssa smiled when there was a knock at the door. “Is that it?”

  “Speak of the devil.”

  Alyssa was hot on Jesse’s heels as he opened the door, eager to see what the next surprise was.

  “I’m Heidi, and this is Sven. We are here for your massages.”

  “No,” Alyssa said her mouth agape as the two carried in special tables and set up.

  “You’ll find some robes in the bathroom,” Heidi said with a smile and a charming accent.

  Alyssa giggled as they stripped off their clothes and donned the thick white robes. “Do you think they’re really called Sven and Heidi?”

  “Probably not, but the ambience wouldn’t quite be the same if the masseurs were Bill and Betty from the farm down the road.”

  “Yeah.”

  Nordic imposter or not, Heidi had good hands. Alyssa almost drifted off with complete contentment as her oiled hands worked their magic, smoothing away all her nervous tension. The view wasn’t bad either. Jesse was a sight for sore eyes. Almost naked, the oil accentuated his beautiful body as the large man with the bottle blonde hair massaged Jesse’s broad back. The towel slipped as Sven changed sides, and she was treated to a glimpse of a very fine ass.

  Jesse reached out and took her hand. “I love you,” he mouthed.

  “I love you too,” she mouthed back.

  * * *

  “Drop the towel, baby,” Alyssa said with a grin. She was already in the hot tub, a chocolate-dipped strawberry in hand. “These are really good.”

  “No fair. I didn’t get a show,” Jesse said, leaning across to pinch a strawberry.

  “Okay,” Alyssa stood, naked as a bird with water and bubbles running from her body. “Happy?”

  “Very.” Jesse shrugged the robe off his shoulders and stepped into the tub, pulling his beautiful young girl into his arms. “I like your show very much.”

  “I can tell.” Alyssa let her eyes wander from Jesse’s beautiful face down to his toned and still-oiled body and then to his large and eager erection. “Can I touch it?”

  “Of course you can.”

  Her hand reached out tentatively and stroked gently along the sides before wrapping her fingers around his firm flesh. “It’s so hard, but the skin’s so soft.”

  “Thank you, I think.”

  Alyssa let her fingers walk underneath to stroke his testes. “Does that feel good?”

  “Oh yeah, but you know what, honey? We don’t have to rush. Let’s have a little champagne.”

  “Okay.” She slipped back into the warm bubbles, watching with interest as he popped the cork. His cock was still standing to attention, and Alyssa found it fascinating. She didn’t realize her head was tilted to one side while she watched him.

  “Do you have something you’d like to ask me?” he asked with a grin.

  She did want to ask him a somewhat embarrassing question. She waited a second while he waited patiently, but then finally blurted it out. “It’s kind of big. Is it going to, you know, fit inside me?”

  “Honestly? It may hurt just a little bit the first time, but it gets better. To answer your question though, yes, it will fit.”

  Alyssa took her champagne and sipped it. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “I don’t just mean for the champagne. I mean for everything. For being there for me. You don’t lie to me if I ask you a question. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you about the work and stuff.”

  “You’re still very welcome. You gonna share your strawberries?”

  “Sure.” Alyssa half bit into a strawberry and then climbed onto Jesse’s lap, pressing the other half into his mouth, both nibbling until there was nothing left. They finally came up giggling.

  * * *

  Jesse wasn’t a saint, and he’d waited a long time for this moment. With the girl of his dreams naked and wrapped around him in a hot tub, he just had to kiss her, hard and long. He then ran each of his thumbs over her hardened nipples, trailing his hands down her sides and then between her legs, teasing and tickling her with his fingers. When she arched her back and pushed herself closer to him, he grazed her neck with his stubble and made her gasp. His mouth found a nipple, and he latched on, sucking hard.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Oh, Lyssy,” he growled. Her hand had snaked around and grasped onto his cock. “You want to move to the bed?”<
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  “Uh-huh. I sure do.”

  Jesse helped her to stand, and as she climbed out he spanked her bottom a few times.

  “Hey. What was that for?”

  “Nothing. I just love to see my handprints decorating your bottom.” He kissed his handy work.

  “Okay then, so long as I’m not in trouble.”

  * * *

  Alyssa was ready for this. She was happy with her decision, and the whole setting was perfect. But that didn’t seem to calm the nerves that were curling in her tummy and making her legs shake in that way that you couldn’t see but could just feel.

  Jesse flipped back the covers and climbed in, holding his arms out for her.

  She didn’t waste a minute, and once she was there in his arms, she felt safe again, like she was where she was supposed to be. His lips were so gentle as they pressed against hers, his tongue probing until the last minute nerves gave way, and she was there again, wanting him as badly as he wanted her.

  “Before we do this, there’s just one more thing.”

  “Oh man, Jesse! Yes, I took my pill.” Talk about picking your moments.

  He chuckled. “That’s very good, but that isn’t what I was going to say.”

  Alyssa watched curiously as his hand disappeared underneath the pillow. Her eyes opened wide with shock when he held out a small red velvet box.

  “Alyssa, will you marry me?”

  Her eyes filled with tears, and she took the box with shaking hands, opening it slowly. “It’s beautiful,” she said kissing him all over his face.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Oh yes, Jesse! Yes.” She held out her left hand and watched happily as he slipped the ring on her finger.