by Sue Lyndon
“What’s that?” she asked as he placed the tip of the thermometer at her entrance.
“I told you I’m taking your temperature. Now hold still.” Without further ado, he slipped the tip into her puckering hole, pushing it deeper than necessary. The sight of it sticking up between her cheeks caused his pulse to quicken. Oh, fuck yes. His cock shifted and pressed against his jeans and her stomach. If she wasn’t an anal virgin, he would’ve planned to pound into her ass after this punishment, but he feared causing her harm. He wasn’t in the mood to be gentle. “Hmm, no fever,” he said, pulling the thermometer from her little, quivering hole. He placed it on the nightstand and refocused his attentions on her ass, rubbing and squeezing her smooth, pale flesh.
Her breath hitched as he continued fondling, exploring, and teasing her by prolonging the beginning of the spanking. He reached for her free wrist and clamped them both together against her back to prevent her from blocking any blows.
“You need to take better care of yourself, Alice. I’m also disappointed in the way you’ve handled yourself lately. I won’t tolerate eye rolling and talking back, just as I won’t tolerate direct disobedience. I know this type of relationship is new to you, but I won’t let you get away with bad behavior. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The smallness of her voice and the way her posture relaxed moved that previously unaffected place in his soul again. She was submitting to him, surrendering like a good girl.
“After your spanking, I’m going to fuck your little pussy hard.” He raised his hand and delivered a firm slap to her right cheek before she could respond. Building a momentum, he alternated sides and didn’t pause between smacks. She flinched and gasped a few times, but to her credit she didn’t attempt to dodge any blows. By the time he finished, her bottom glowed and she was a very sorry girl, sniffling and mumbling incoherent apologies. He cradled her in his lap, holding her close to examine her face. Only a hint of moisture brimmed in her eyes. No tears had fallen. For some reason, she’d always kept a careful control on her emotions. Even when he’d witnessed Rich telling her about their parents’ fatal car accident, she hadn’t had any kind of outburst. Assuming it was denial or shock that held her together, he’d kept a watchful eye on her for weeks after that fateful day, only for her to remain stoic—except when she drank too much and let loose with her friends. He suspected all her pain was stored in a tight ball inside, and her method of dealing with the hurt was to act out in dangerous and irresponsible ways.
“I’m sorry, Andy.” She blinked and the moisture in her eyes vanished, as if it had never existed.
“You’re forgiven, pet.” His fingers delved into her silky hair, and he kissed her forehead.
“Should I lay down on the bed now?” His mind still lost in the past, he raised an eyebrow in question. “So you can fuck me,” she clarified, her expression subservient and completely serious.
Holy shit. If Andy had any doubts of how perfect Alice was for him, they vanished in this moment. Adoration and pure, raw desire collided until his hands involuntarily tightened in her hair. God, he wanted her bad. “No. I want you bent over the bed.”
Head lowered, she climbed out of his lap and he directed her into the proper position, slipping her pajama shorts and panties off in the process. He guided her legs apart until her pussy lips peeked out from between her well-punished bottom and upper thighs. Andy’s cock sprang free after he unzipped his jeans, and he fisted it in his hand as he approached Alice from behind. He placed his solid length against her moist folds and harshly pulled her hair, tipping her head back so his mouth was at her ear.
“Who do you belong to, pet?” he rasped, barely recognizing his own voice.
“You. I belong to you,” she answered at once.
He drove forward, filling up her tight, warm cunt. Since they were both clean and she was on birth control pills, they’d stopped using condoms, and he could never get enough of his bare cock slipping into her wet pussy. He yanked her hair again so her back arched and her bottom shifted higher, then he fucked her hard, relentlessly pounding into her with deep, fast strokes until spurting his seed into the pussy that belonged only to him. “Alice.”
After helping her clean up, he tucked her into bed lying on her stomach. She fell asleep immediately, casting a dreamy look his way before her eyes fluttered shut. He remained by her side until the last possible second, stroking her hair and thinking about their future together. Change loomed on the horizon. The tour would end and yet again their relationship would alter, but he felt confident it would be for the best. He longed to provide a more stable environment for the woman he could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with. He smiled. Mrs. Alice Steele had a nice ring to it.
*
Days bled into weeks in a blur of music, lights, and Alice for Andy. Having her by his side made all the difference, and his spirits soared as the time to return to Maryland neared. Would she readily agree to move into his townhouse? He hoped so. He wanted her close and under his roof, not only because he desired to keep an eye on her, but because the thought of not sleeping by her side night after night left him aching inside. The subject of their impending living arrangements would have to be broached soon.
Chapter Five
Alice awoke in the Memphis hotel and stretched her legs under the soft sheets. She heard the shower running, so she forced herself to get the coffeemaker going. Andy was a bear until he’d had his morning dose of caffeine. She smiled as she thought of how grumpy—and bossy—he could be at times.
Three weeks had passed since the night he’d claimed her as his. They’d fallen into a comfortable routine, even though each day differed. Some nights they shared a hotel room—and those were the nights they barely got any sleep. Other nights they snuggled close in the small bed behind the red curtain as Rich and Emmitt took turns driving the tour bus. The other girls still refused to say more than two words to Alice, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass. They left Andy alone, and that was all that mattered.
Her only source of anxiety was the impending conclusion of the tour. In two weeks they would travel back to Salisbury. Real life would start again—school, graduation, job searching, house or apartment hunting. Alice felt as if she lived in a fairy-tale book with Andy but feared the happily-ever-after page was missing. They wouldn’t see each other as often, especially once Soul Smashers began recording their next album in New York.
Her heart contracted painfully at the thought. His departure would gut her. God, how she loved the overbearing, arrogant drummer. A couple of times she’d come close to saying the words, but shied away at the last second. Despite his possessiveness, he hadn’t said them either.
The shower turned off, and Alice rushed to pour a cup of coffee. She added three packets of sugar and stirred. Andy walked out of the bathroom with a large white towel wrapped around his waist, looking sinfully gorgeous.
“Coffee?” she asked, smiling sleepily.
“Do you even have to ask?” He accepted the mug and took a long sip. The change that took place after that first drink every morning always made her chuckle. His eyes came alive and his shoulders straightened—giving him the appearance that he was ready to face the day. The man sure depended on his caffeine. Alice imagined it was his only weakness. If he were Superman, Lex Luthor would only have to steal his coffee away in order to bring him to his knees.
“So what’s the plan for today?” she asked, retrieving a small bottle of orange juice from the minibar. She leaned against the wall and awaited his answer. The drink was gone in a matter of seconds.
“We’re signing autographs and posing for pictures from noon until three. Then we’ve got a few free hours until the show tonight.” He sat his coffee down on the dresser. “It’s Saturday.” His words carried a weight of promise that left Alice speechless.
She nodded and dropped the empty bottle of orange juice in the trashcan. Slowly, she removed her panties and T-shirt. She was new to Andy’s world, but she was
hopelessly lost in it. His loving demands drew her in and gave her a sense of security she never wished to be without. He’d laid out the rules of their relationship the morning after their wild night in the Chicago hotel. “Wait for me in the corner while I get dressed, Alice.”
She complied with no hesitation, taking up residence in the nearest corner. Andy made her wait at least ten minutes as he took his time getting dressed and finishing up his coffee—at least she assumed that’s what he did. She didn’t dare turn around. But the anticipation wasn’t too horrible, and Alice felt strangely at peace. This would be her third such maintenance spanking from Andy. She’d been a nervous wreck the first time, but now she understood what to expect—and crazily enough, to look forward to.
Warm breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine. She’d been so wrapped up in her own thoughts she hadn’t heard his approach. His hands rested on her hips, and his mouth hovered over her ear.
“It’s time, Alice. Come with me.”
He led her toward the bed and pulled her over his lap, rubbing slow circles on her bare bottom. Alice vowed to keep calm and submit to him. Being spanked for maintenance as opposed to punishment had seemed strange at first, even despite the reading material she sometimes perused on the web, but Andy had explained it all in great detail the morning after their night in Chicago. He’d said he was old-fashioned and expected his woman to let him lead, both in and out of the bedroom. Disobedience would result in physical punishment, and Alice was strangely okay with that. She knew Andy would never truly hurt her, and the way her mind hummed with a deep sense of love and belonging at the thought pushed most of her fears away. He’d explained that a maintenance spanking served as a reminder of his authority over her, and it would help her to remain more respectful and obedient throughout the week.
“Do you understand why I’m doing this?” he asked, still rubbing maddeningly delightful circles on her bottom.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me why.”
She hated this part—saying it out loud was a struggle. She swallowed hard and said, “Because you want to remind me that I must submit to you, that you’re in charge and I must always show you respect.”
“Good. It’s also because I care about you, Alice, very much in fact. This relationship is going to last a long, long time, and I want us to start off on the right foot. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He caressed her flesh once more and then brought his hand down sharply on her bottom.
He went on without pause, alternating slaps between each cheek and paying special attention to her thighs. Despite the pain, her pussy began to throb, and he tightened his hold on her when she started to squirm. Keeping still was easier said than done, and she was grateful for his assistance. As the fire built to a raging inferno, Alice felt her eyes burn with tears and a euphoric sensation settled heavily upon her. It was like she’d just smoked ten joints in a row. The pain was still there, but it had faded into the background, even as her spanking went on and on. She was at peace with the world, and she felt truly loved and protected.
When she drifted back to reality, he was rubbing her bottom and telling her what a good girl she was. She sniffled and lay limp over his lap, her brain momentarily turned to mush.
“I’m going to do something new today, Alice,” he said, his hand leaving her for a moment.
She perked up and was about to ask questions when a cool trickle of liquid ran down her crevice. She tensed as his finger probed her bottom hole. She felt him apply more lubrication and was startled as he began to push something inside her. She hissed as the foreign object stretched her unbearably. This was no tiny thermometer.
“Shh,” he said soothingly, rubbing her back as he drove what she assumed was a dildo or a plug deeper. “Show me what a good girl you can be.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered as she fought the urge to escape. He hadn’t touched her here yet, other than the time he’d taken her temperature, but he’d promised to eventually. Alice was completely inexperienced when it came to anal play, and she wondered how large the object being forced inside her actually was. It felt like it was ten inches long and just as wide, though she doubted that was the case.
“It hurts.”
“I know, baby, but you’re doing great. Try to relax more. I’m going to train you like this every day to get you ready for my cock.”
Alice had suspected as much, and she tried her best to keep from tensing. It still burned, but not as badly as when he’d first inserted it. He created a rhythm, steadily thrusting the dildo in and out of her tight hole. As she relaxed more and the pain lessened, her pussy began to throb again. It was all she could do to keep from grinding her center against him.
As if he sensed her turmoil, Andy reached his free hand between her legs to find her pulsing clit. There was no friction as his finger slid measured circles around her sensitive nub, and she knew her pussy must be sopping wet.
“I want you to come right now, Alice. Come while I’m fucking your ass with this plug.”
She came hard, his words pushing her over the edge. Her toes curled tight as the violent wave of pleasure seared her center, spreading through her body like wildfire. She felt Andy pull the object from her ass and struggled not to fall to pieces as he laid her on the bed. She was weak, completely drained of all life. As her head lolled to the side, she felt his lips upon her neck and his body pressing against her. He was naked now, his thick, rigid cock nudging against her wet pussy lips.
“Alice, my Alice. God, I love you.”
*
Andy studied Alice’s face as he pressed forward into her hot center. She was silent, but staring up at him with an expression full of wonderment. She blinked rapidly as moisture formed in her eyes, and then she blushed deeply.
“I love you too.” She swiped at a traitorous tear rolling down her cheek and tried to school her features.
He knew she hated to cry, always had. Stoic Alice. But he wanted her to experience the release he felt she needed, even as he moved inside her. “It’s okay to cry, Alice. I want you to.”
That was all it took. She smiled at him briefly and let the tears fall. Andy leaned down to kiss her cheeks. She accepted his soothing touch and opened her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist, urging him to continue. He pulled back and looked deep into her eyes before he increased the pace of his thrusts. The intimacy of the moment swept over him.
She didn’t cry long, less than a minute in fact. She leaned into his hand as he wiped her tears away, smiling gratefully up at him. He knew a part of her would always be stuck in the past—the scared girl who’d just been adopted by an emotionally distant brother because their parents had died in a horrific car accident. He’d been there as she tried to cope while Rich wrote off her antics as normal teenage behavior. Andy had spent the last few years biding his time, waiting for the right moment when Alice wouldn’t reject him.
It wasn’t that Andy wanted to fix her. He simply wanted all of her, the good and the bad. He wanted the smiles she managed to give freely, as well as her pain and tears. Body and soul, she would belong to him until the world stopped spinning.
Andy moved his hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples until a line of distress appeared on her forehead. She arched her back, inviting his roughness. She seemed to crave it as much as he desired to give it. He lifted her legs higher, pounding his cock inside her with merciless strokes. His eyes shut tight and he threw his head back, groaning deep in his throat as he climaxed.
Once his eyes opened and he could focus again, Andy gathered Alice in his arms. They held each other close, stroking each other’s hair and face. He locked eyes with her and knew this was the turning point of their relationship. She’d opened up to him, given him every little piece of her heart.
An hour passed before Andy broke the silence. “Let’s get cleaned up and grab some breakfast.”
Thirty minutes later they found themselves in the hotel restaurant ord
ering pancakes, like any normal couple, though he still longed for true normalcy and ached to provide a stable life for Alice. He’d formulated a plan, but he hadn’t broached the subject with her yet. Staring across the table into her pretty eyes, he decided it was now or never.
“I have some things to say, Alice, and I want you to be quiet and listen until I’m finished. Okay?” When her eyes flickered with worry, he smiled reassuringly. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
She relaxed. “Okay, I’ll listen.”
He reached across the table for her hand. “I’m done with the band after the last show. I’m not going to New York to record the album—they can find another drummer. I want to go back to Salisbury, with you.” He squeezed her fingers. “I want to make a home with you, Alice. What do you think about that?”
Her silence startled him, but he waited patiently. She stared out the restaurant window, wearing a blank expression. Finally she turned and met his eyes. “I think…that sounds very nice. I want to be with you, Andy.” She squeezed his fingers back.
They spent the next few hours going over the details. Andy planned to call a real estate agent for a listing of houses that met their specifications, but until they found their dream house they would squeeze into Andy’s little townhouse in Salisbury. Alice would finish her last semester of school before looking for a job, even if it wasn’t in accounting. Andy wanted to start his own business, possibly open a music store. They would build their dreams together, one day at a time.
Signing autographs was a bore. Andy’s face grew stiff from smiling for pictures with fans, and his hand ached from placing his signature on CDs and T-shirts. What was supposed to be a two-hour event lasted four. At least they didn’t have a show tonight. Andy couldn’t wait to spend another night alone with Alice.