by Zara Chase
“You must learn to be patient,” he said softly. “I don’t intend to fuck you for a long time yet.”
Oh, shit!
“Have you ever been spanked, sweetheart?”
She shook her head. “Not since I was eight years old and my mother, on a rare visit, caught me spraying myself with her perfume.”
“Spanking,” he said in a hypnotic cadence that commanded her complete attention, “properly administered on a responsive pupil, is the best aphrodisiac I’ve ever known.”
He dropped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping gently at it with his teeth. And then not so gently. She tensed but forgot all about the slight discomfort when he ran one hand across her stomach and agitated her clit. Her gasp turned into a soft moan, and it was all she could do to stop herself pushing her hips closer to the hand that tormented her cunt. She forgot all about his teeth attacking her nipple, until he increased the pressure. Before she had time to register the pain, an amazing thing happened. A spasm generated by his teeth rocked her entire body, consuming her with a deeply pleasurable burning sensation.
“Yes,” he said, lifting his head and looking exceedingly smug. “I thought so. You’re a natural.”
Athena wanted to ask what she was supposed to be a natural at, but since she was still in the throes of the pleasure jag he’d given her and didn’t wish to waste a moment of it, the keeping-quiet thing really came into its own.
“Pleasure and pain,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “The dividing line is sometimes difficult to define.”
His hair was falling all over his eyes, and without thinking, she lifted a hand to return the favour and push it aside.
“I warned you,” he said.
Oh hell, I’d forgotten about that. Actually, she’d thought he was joking. When he reached down and pulled the belt from his jeans, she realized that he wasn’t. Far from being alarmed, her excitement level went up a few notches. Being completely at his mercy might turn out to be an even greater rush, if that was possible. She was already teetering on the edge, completely abandoned, ready to explore erotic realms she’d never before been a party to. She was so turned on, her body pulsating with such agonising need, that she would do absolutely anything he asked of her.
Anything at all.
She was beginning to think she’d missed out all these years by not finding a man who wanted to dominate her. She had no intention of wasting a second of the experience, now that she had.
“Turn over, darling. I want you on your hands and knees.”
She did as he asked, panting with expectation. Her juices were now trickling down her inner thighs. Perhaps she’d be punished for that transgression as well.
“Very nice!”
He reached for her tits, dangling below her, and squeezed. Hard. Athena cried out but not because he was hurting her. He seemed to understand that and responded by squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, stretching them as far away from her body as they would go. Incandescent desire streaked through her, almost driving her over the edge. She moaned, tossing her head backward so that the pressure of her nipples increased.
“Take it easy.” He tapped her butt lightly. “Are you always this impatient? You can answer me,” he added when she didn’t immediately respond.
“You don’t want to know how long it’s been,” she said. “Anyway, I’d be too embarrassed to tell you even if you asked.”
He continued to tug at her nipples but hadn’t yet carried out his threat to tie her up. “I can’t believe that’s for lack of offers.”
She grunted. “You obviously haven’t seen the local talent.”
He chuckled. “Good point.”
“Besides, working here with Gramps has taken all my time and energy.” She squirmed when he pinched and then tugged her nipples to impossible lengths. “God, that’s soooo good. Sorry,” she added contritely.
His hand landed of her buttocks. “Roll with the pain, babe, and then just wait and see what happens.”
“Argh…oh!”
She’d spoken again—well kind of—but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Exactly.”
She could hear the satisfaction in his voice. His hand landed again, a little harder. At the same time he resumed the torture of her clit. Athena rotated her shoulders and tossed her head from side to side, wondering what was happening to her. The sensible, no-nonsense Athena who had occupied this body for the past twenty-six years appeared to have taken a vacation. She certainly didn’t recognize the abandoned creature, voluntarily having her butt spanked, driven almost crazy with a combination of pleasure and pain, desperate to be fucked.
“You ever had anal sex?” he asked, a finger circling that location.
She flinched in spite of herself. “No.”
“I thought not.” He sounded pleased at her lack of adventure. “We’ll have to put that right sometime soon. I have a feeling you’ll love it.”
Will I? “Yes,” she said without hesitation, deciding that if she was going to broaden her pathetically narrow horizons, then she’d never find a better teacher.
He chuckled, and she felt a finger arrest the progress of the juices trickling down her inner thighs. She gasped when a rasping tongue replaced that finger. Still on all fours, she trembled when his tongue went higher, tasting her, feasting on her clit.
“On your back,” he said abruptly.
She scrambled into position. And waited, panting with expectation.
“Stretch your arms above your head.”
Ah, so I’m to be tied up after all.
That proved to be the case, and soon she found herself lying there, hands shackled, naked and completely at his mercy. She had never been more turned on in her entire life. The need to do something, to touch him, to touch herself even, to tell him how desperately she needed him to fuck her, was overwhelming. All she could actually do was moisten her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and plead for mercy with her eyes. It was so goddamned frustrating! It was also a fantasy that had gone off the scale.
A fantasy that was about to come true.
“I guess you deserve something to take the edge off,” he said, with an annoying grin that implied he could read her thoughts. “Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.”
Athena expelled an agonized whimper when she did so, and Bay’s head disappeared between her thighs. This time he nipped at her clit while several fingers disappeared inside her cunt. She thrashed from side to side, not caring what punishment he inflicted on her afterward for moving without his permission. Right now it was completely beyond her limited willpower to keep still. She lifted her hips and thrust herself closer to his marauding mouth, fire fizzing through her veins as her climax built.
“Put your legs over my shoulders, babe.”
She did as he asked and was rewarded when his fingers sank deeper, his mouth sucking and biting even harder as they did so. His free hand came down over her ass, which was all it took. She screamed as she bucked to a climax in his mouth, unable to believe its intensity or the fact that it went on for so long.
She came back to earth eventually and lay still, bathed in sweat, breathing heavily.
“I guess you needed that,” he said, leaning over to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“No question,” she said dazedly.
“Do you need more time, or are you ready for me to fuck you properly now?”
Properly? It gets better than this?
She mangled her lower lip between her teeth to stop herself grinning inanely. “I’m ready,” she said.
He released her hands. “Hands and knees again,” he ordered, tapping her butt to get her moving.
The moment she was in position she finally got to feel his gorgeous cock pressing against her backside. Unselfconsciously she pushed back against it, already hot again, wanting as much of him as he was prepared to give, any which way she could get it. His hands found her tits and he massaged them har
shly.
“These’ll look sensational with clamps on them,” he said, his breathing laboured, like he was having trouble remaining in control.
She said nothing for fear that he would gag her. Instead she parted her legs slightly and his cock slipped smoothly between them.
Now we’re getting somewhere!
“Under normal circumstances, that would earn you a punishment,” he said, the tip of his prick sliding into her cunt. “Hell, I need a condom.”
“Don’t you have any?” Athena was so worried that he might not that she didn’t care if she’d spoken without permission.
“Course I do.” He plastered her backside with kisses. “I used to be a Boy Scout, so I’m always prepared.”
Without moving, he reached for his jacket, delved into a pocket, and moments later she heard the sound of a packet being ripped open.
“I find it difficult to imagine you as a Scout,” she said. Well, she’d already earned herself a punishment for speaking out of turn so she might as well compound the felony.
He chuckled. “I wasn’t for long. I got thrown out.”
“Let me guess,” she said, smiling. “For not taking orders.”
“How did you know?”
“I can’t see you taking orders from anyone, not even as a twelve-year-old.”
“Yeah well, the guy in charge was a jerk.”
When his cock resumed its previous invasion of her pussy it was double-glazed. He grasped her hips firmly and pulled her onto him. As he slid deeper, he stretched her beyond anything she’d ever known before, but Athena wasn’t complaining. His slow, deep thrusts caused her to understand what other women meant when they said sex made them feel truly feminine. Why had she abstained for so long? Athena hated the thought of all those wasted years. Except none of the previous men she’d known had made her feel like this, so perhaps she’d held back for a reason.
Bay was proceeding far too slowly for her liking, driving her wild by giving her some of his gorgeous cock then taking it away again. Forgetting all about being submissive, she pushed back against him. It clearly took him by surprise and suddenly her pussy was full to capacity with one hot, throbbing prick that was more than ready for action.
“Naughty!” He slapped her butt but didn’t withdraw. “Got what you want from me now, have you?”
“Not yet, but it won’t be long.” She panted. “Since I’ve already broken all your rules, you might as well know that you’re making me crazy.”
He expelled a wicked chuckle, like she hadn’t really told him something he didn’t already know. “Is that right?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. I haven’t been fucked since forever, so anything’s bound to feel good.”
“Witch!” He slapped her ass hard and picked up the pace.
Good, I’ve insulted his masculine pride and goaded him into proving himself.
Eyes closed, head tossed back, Athena moved with him, closing the walls of her pussy round his cock with fierce protectiveness. He was hers, at least for the next few minutes, and if he thought to tease her by withdrawing again, then he’d have a fight on his hands.
“Okay, babe?” he asked on a ragged breath.
“Wonderful!” She turned her head to one side and grinned up at him. “I could take it a little harder though.”
“I thought you were out of practice.”
“It’s coming back to me.”
“Obviously.” That wickedly suggestive chuckle rang out again as he thrust a little harder, filling her to capacity. “Better?”
“Hmm, some.”
“By the time I’ve finished with you, young lady, you won’t be able to walk for a month.”
She flashed another sideways smile. “Prove it.”
“Christ!”
He sounded disconcerted by her challenge but plunged deeper, at the same time spanking her butt even harder. The contrast between the pleasure she got from his cock and the pain from the spanking was an explosive amalgamation that fragmented her senses and drove her beyond wild abandonment. She could feel a second orgasm building and closed about him more tightly still, just in case he sensed that she was on the brink and teased her by withdrawing. She wouldn’t put anything past this master of control and wasn’t prepared to risk it.
Athena threw her head back and screamed. “I’m gonna come, Bay. I can’t stop it.”
“It’s okay, baby, let it go.”
“I am. Fuck me, Bay. Here it comes. Fuck me harder. God, I need you to get deeper.”
She thrashed against his cock with no clear sense of rhythm, probably showing him just how naff at this whole thing she actually was. In the books she read, couples moved together like well-oiled machines. She just moved where instinct directed as sensation exploded, and eyes screwed tight shut, she rode the wave like a woman demented. Every one of her nerve endings appeared to be affected as he drove himself into her, giving her what she so desperately needed.
His control was masterful. She could feel his cock expanding, taking pleasure from her…well, pleasure, but somehow he held back until she was spent.
“You okay?” he asked, pausing inside her when she finally stopped trembling.
“More than all right, Bay,” she said with a smug smile. “I feel amazing.”
“That’s because you are,” he said, picking up the pace again.
This was for him, and Athena did everything she could to return the favour. She gripped his cock like she never intended to let it go and pushed back against it. His heavy balls slapped against her buttocks in time with the hand that once again spanked them. She felt him tense and knew he was on the point of release. Amazingly, so was she.
“Bay, I—”
“Fuck it, Athena, I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Don’t, I want you to come.”
“Together, babe. Let’s come together.”
Athena never had been able to decline invitations, and this was definitely no exception. Bay slammed into her and she screamed, feeling him pulsating as he swore, spanked her, and called her filthy names. It was a real turn-on and she exploded for a third time, her orgasm hitting at exactly the same time as his. This time the sensation wasn’t as intense, but it seemed to swirl around inside her body, changing direction and running back on itself. Athena sighed deeply and relaxed, allowing it to rip through her as Bay continued to swear at her and slap her butt.
Eventually spent, they slumped together on their sides, Bay still inside her, both breathing heavily.
“That,” he said eventually, “was incredible.”
“You’re just saying that,” Athena responded, her insecurities returning with her sanity. “You probably do this sort of thing all the time, but I’m not very good at it. I’m too impatient.”
Bay chuckled as he nuzzled her neck and pulled her into his arms. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he said softly.
Chapter Eight
“You okay?” Bay asked anxiously.
Athena was curled up against him, still breathing heavily but not saying anything. Her silence concerned him. Had he gotten too carried away? He hated to think that he might have hurt her.
“Hmm, never better.”
“You sure I didn’t—”
“I’m sure.” Her radiant smile eradicated his doubts.
“Hold on a moment then.”
Bay got out of bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He returned with a washcloth and tenderly cleaned Athena up.
“Welcome to our world,” he said, settling back on the bed and pulling her into his arms. She snuggled against his side and rested her head on his shoulder. “I knew you’d fit right in there.”
“Our world?” She lifted her head. “What do you mean?”
“Dex, Marty, and I don’t only share business ideas,” he said, watching her carefully for her reaction.
Athena gulped. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
“I don’t want to put you off, babe. If you only want to pl
ay with me, then I guess the others will just have to get over it.”
“What makes you imagine they’d have any interest in me?”
Bay laughed. “It’s nothing to do with my imagination. They’ve got it bad for you, just like I have.”
She quirked a brow. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. When you were ranting about us on the television, the others barely took in a word you said. They were too busy raving about you.”
This time she sat up completely, her heavy breasts bouncing an invitation he was currently too exhausted to take up. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Nope, and I wasn’t much better myself. I already told you, every time I get anywhere near you, I get a raging hard-on.” He grinned at her. “Wanna see?” He grasped her hand and guided it to his cock, which was already half erect again. “You have a lot to answer for.”
“I just happened to be available, and you were horny.” She shrugged a little too casually, as though she was trying to convince herself that she spoke the truth. “What else can you expect when two almost-naked strangers come together in the middle of the night?”
He removed her hand before the desire to prove that it wasn’t just a case of opportunistic sex overcame his better judgement. He doubted whether she’d ever had it as hard as he’d just given it to her. She might have enjoyed it—no, she did enjoy it, Bay was absolutely sure of that—but she would need some recovery time.
“Have you always had such a negative self-image?”
“Is that what I have?” She rolled her head on his shoulder, settling herself into a more comfortable position. “I’ve never really thought about it before.”
“That’s probably what the guys and I picked up on. You exude sexuality without trying. And trust me, babe, that makes you damned near unique.”
Her head popped up again. “I do? It does?”
He smiled at her incredulity. “Yeah, you sure do, and yes it does.”
He leaned over and kissed the end of her nose, consumed with feelings that were totally alien to him—feelings that ought to have scared him shitless. He didn’t just want to fuck this available, highly attractive, and slightly vulnerable female. He actually wanted to get to know her. To protect her, sort out her problems, and yeah, to play games with her. To share her with his buddies, because there was so much she needed to know, and they were exactly the right people to teach her.