by Megan McCoy
Yes, she understood. She knew a safe word when she heard it and apparently she might need one. Why that made juices flow, she didn’t know, but oh yeah, it did. So did the fact she might stay No or Stop. Yes. Oh, yes. She nodded.
Then she forgot about anything but his touch and taste.
Joy looked for her shirt, figuring she’d better sneak back to her bedroom before morning. Sated, sore and smiling, she couldn’t wait for round two. Or would it be round five? Didn’t matter. Who was counting when there were so many other things to do that didn’t involve math? Things he was so very good at doing.
Ravished. That was how she felt, she decided. Just simply overwhelmed and taken and she’d loved every single second of it. The man knew his way around a woman’s body. At one point, she’d wanted to applaud. But then she got all orgasm-y and didn’t. She’d give him a standing ovation later in the day, though. Whew!
Spying her shirt on the floor, she slipped out of bed, grabbing it, and pulled it on, feeling the very pleasant ache in all her parts, from shoulders to her calves. She tried to remember if her softest cotton bra was clean, because her nipples were too tender to wear anything else today, and she really needed one. Last thing she wanted was a doodle jumping up and accidently pawing one. Silly dogs.
Remembering he’d locked the door before he’d slammed her against the wall, she fumbled with it, trying to be quiet in the dark. Didn’t work. “Where you going, Joy?” His sleepy voice, low and soft. Yeah, now he wanted to be quiet.
“Thought I better shower and get to work. You know how strict the boss man is,” she said, turning slowly and glad she had her shirt on. Why did she feel embarrassed? Silly girl thing, she was. It was dark in the room, and he’d seen everything she had to show him anyway.
“The boss man wants your ass back in his bed,” he commanded.
Half smiling, she trotted back across the room. “Well, isn’t someone demanding this morning,” she complained.
“Yes, someone is, and someone wants something now,” he reached for her.
Round five, she thought, falling on top of him.
“Bad girl, trying to sneak out,” his voice now filled with humor, not sleep.
“Not bad!” she protested, snuggling against him. Then thought, idiot, go with it! “Well, maybe a little bad. I need to be taught a lesson, don’t I?”
“You do. What would you like to learn?”
Oh, he could play! She liked that, very much. Lovemaking should be fun. She crawled over his lap, face down, and wiggled her bottom at him. “I’m a most willing student,” Joy told him, “Teach me what you will and make sure I learn properly! An employee must respect her boss, after all!”
Feeling her t-shirt rise, she knew he stared down at her bottom, and so she obligingly clenched and released a few times.
Jericho rubbed her ass till she relaxed and wiggled under his touch. She wasn’t going to get her spanking this way! Or was she?
Yes! Apparently she was! He started out with light smacks, and she wiggled and arched toward his hand. More. All she wanted was more. Stopping he rubbed again, and she sighed, not sure if it was frustration or angst that made her sigh. Get on with it, boy! The next round felt wonderfully stingy. She could feel her bottom heat rise and moistness just south of there. At least he was naked, so if she soaked his lap, he could just shower it off.
“Am I getting my point across,” he asked teasingly.
“Not yet, I’m a very slow learner” she replied, then squealed as his hand fell again. All right, he was figuring this out pretty fast. No wonder he was rich. He could grasp situations and deal with them so quickly.
“Ow!” she yipped, but waggled her butt at him invitingly. Yes! That’s what she wanted. More of that. Happily, he obliged. Quickly falling into a rhythm she couldn’t figure out. Her bottom started to go from warm to hot, and she began making involuntary mewling sounds. Oh, it hurt so good.
Just when she thought the pain began to be too much, he’d stop, rub a few times, let her catch her breath and then start with the steady swats again that made her wiggle and moan and whimper. When she thought she could stand it no longer, he pulled her up and impaled her on his ready and once again able shaft. She rode him hard, one of his hands on her breasts and the other encouraging her movements with his firm hand stinging her bottom. Finally, as she neared exhaustion he grabbed her hips and flipped her on her back, pounding into her until they both exploded in worn out delight.
Languorously, after a short nap, she stretched under his discerning eye. “That was fun,” she told him.
“Glad you enjoyed yourself. I tried.” he said, seriously, making her giggle.
“Was I a project? You know, like a business deal – ‘get ‘er dun’ because it didn’t feel like it in the moment!”
“A business deal? I’ve never done business buck naked in my bed,” he said.
“Liar. I bet you are in here on the phone all the time, talking to Japan in the middle of the night, or New York or wherever is up when you’re in bed. Do you do business in England? I’ve always wanted to go to England. A friend of mine went and she said her favorite part was the sheep dotting the hillside like a little girl’s green polka dot dress.” Joy sighed happily, thinking of perfect lush green meadows and white dotted sheep.
“You want to go to England so you can see sheep?” he asked incredulously.
“What else could there be in England,” she teased him. “A clock? Some royalty? Churches? I mean, really!”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve been a few times, but usually have just gotten to see the inside of board rooms,” he confessed. “Well, the airport. I know where the best coffee is there.”
“Is it true they serve their beer and soda warm over there?” she asked.
Jericho laughed and rolled over on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “Ha! I knew it wasn’t just the sheep. It’s the lure of warm alcohol!”
Wiggling in happy submission, she agreed with him. Whatever the man wanted. As long as he gave her more of what she wanted, which he seemed inclined to do in the moment. She caught her breath as he thrust inside her. Again? No….
“I think I’m pretty satisfied right here,” she gasped.
“If you aren’t satisfied now, you will be in a bit,” he grunted out.
All righty then! She could go - cum – with that.
Of course he was right. The man knew what he was doing in the sack. She vowed to spend every bit of time she could racking up memories for those long, cold, lonely Illinois nights, just her and Tymber, and her imagination in the bed. She’d be able to flash back to now, this moment in time, and relive it.
Then she forgot about reliving, as the moment and the man overwhelmed her senses.
Chapter Four
“Russ, if you want these dogs you are going to have to take responsibility for them,” Joy looked at the boy who had his arms crossed and a scowl firmly plastered on his face.
“That’s why we have people,” he said, firmly.
“People?” she asked. “What does that even mean?” She knew what it meant. It meant Russ had been spoiled rotten, but she wasn’t going to be any part of that.
“My dad is rich. He hires people to do things for us,” he explained as if she were ignorant.
“Oh! I see. Like Kane and me?” She petted Lovey’s head, and smiled at the dog that laughed back at her, showing her teeth and shaking her head. Silly pup. Sillier boy.
“Yes. Kane helps dad, you help the dogs, and the dogs help me. Then there is Mariah who cooks, and Jess who comes in to clean, and Harold who works outside and fixes stuff, and Kerrie left, but Dad will get someone else…” he stopped and looked at her. “I’m not being funny.”
Joy told Lovey, “You need to stop smiling, he’s not being funny.”
“Anyway, I don’t have to feed the dogs. Bottom line.” He scowled even harder and she fought back her grin. Poor kid is about to learn a life lesson.
“Okay, then tell you wh
at, I’m going to tell your dad to get rid of them. Someone will want a couple nice dogs and do what it takes to take care of them. Lovey, Thurston, go tell Russ good-bye. Russ, tell your dogs good bye. I’ll come back for them in a bit.” Joy turned and walked out of the room and met Jericho who seemed to be lurking in the hallway.
Oh. He didn’t look happy. Nope. Not one bit.
“What did you just do?” he demanded.
She beckoned him down the hall a bit further. “Were you eavesdropping?” she asked. At his slight nod, she said, “Then you know what I was doing. Teaching your kid about responsibility and giving him some power over his life.”
“You told him I was going to get rid of his dogs. His therapist said he needed those dogs. I’m not getting rid of them. You are here to fix the dogs, not threaten my son.” His voice was low and stern. Oh, he was really pissed. Oh well. His issue.
“Jericho. Think about it. I’m not here to train the dogs. The dogs are easy. I’m here to help the family and to deal with the kid. If he’s not able to deal with the dogs, then he shouldn’t have the dogs. It’s not like I’m asking him to do anything he can’t do. He can put kibble in a bowl twice a day. He can fill his water glass so he can fill their water bowl. This is going to help him. Once he realizes he can handle the care and feeding of his dogs, we can move up from there. Teach him some grooming and some exercises. This is just one step in his therapy and before you ask, yes, I talked to his therapist.” She looked him in the eye, fiercely. “I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”
“I don’t like you giving ultimatums to my boy without my knowledge or consent. We will discuss that later. “
Joy swallowed hard, not sure why that gave her shivers, but nodded her head. That seemed fair. As long as he realized she was right.
He looked at her steadily. “So now what?”
“Now we go in and see what he decided,” she said, then smiled. “Don’t sweat it, dad, he’ll choose right,” then opened the door to Russ’s room and took a deep calming breath. What this man did to her... “Hey, Professor, I found your dad. You ready for me to take the dogs?”
Lovey had her front feet on his legs and gave them both the death glare. Thurston sat right beside the wheelchair and didn’t wag his stub of a tail at all. They seemed to know what was going on. She’d reassure them but she didn’t want the kid to catch on. The dogs would be over it in five minutes.
“Dad, she wants to take my dogs.” Russ whined.
“I thought you made the decision to give them up rather than take care of them,” Jericho said and Joy did an internal dance of excitement. Yay, dad, for stepping up!
“Why do I have to do it? Why can’t someone else? You know it’s hard for me to do things like that,” his voice got more pathetic as he spoke.
“Because they’re your dogs. We take care of our own in this family. It’s what men do. I take care of you and my business, you take care of the dogs. Do you want to keep them or not? Up to you. Decide, right now.”
Man, Jericho could be a hard ass when he wanted, couldn’t he? She couldn’t help but shoot him a glance of admiration.
“Someone will have to show me how,” Russ capitulated, as Joy knew he would. Neither of these two males realized it but this was every bit as important to his therapy as anything else the doctors did.
She smiled at him, and said, “I’m going to help you with that. It won’t be hard and the dogs will really love you for taking care of them. How about we teach them both to give you a high five for helping? Want to? Every time you feed them, they’ll go High Five!”
Not quite over his pouts, Russ nodded reluctantly. Joy caught Jericho’s eyes. She waggled her eyebrows at him. He gave her a look that made her realize that while she had won the battle he was going to win the war and make her pay later.
She couldn’t wait.
Chapter Five
Later that evening in bed she rolled over on top of him. “Hey, I thought you were going to teach me a lesson,” she kissed his neck and ran her fingers through the bits of hair on his chest. She so loved a bit of hair on a man. Made him seem all manly and strong. As did other parts.
“Oh, I’m getting to it,” he said, reaching up and gently tweaking a nipple, so she obligingly wiggled and moaned for him.
“What are you getting to? she asked, rolling off him. “This?” Getting up on her hands and knees she turned so her bottom was in the air, inviting him to play. He needed to learn to play, badly, and she was just the girl to teach him. When she went back home he’d have some fond memories, like she would, and the next female in his bed would appreciate her efforts, she felt certain.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with the man’s technique, but he really needed to learn to lighten up a bit. She wondered what he’d been like when his wife was alive. If he became all sober and somber after that or if he always had been a sour sort of person. She’d never know, but she could bring out the fun in him. She hoped.
He sat up in bed and obligingly swatted her butt. Finally, he was getting the hint. Giggling, she moaned, “Ow! That hurt. Don’t! Stop! Don’t stop! More!”
“You are ridiculous. Anyone ever tell you that?” He began peppering her bottom with short sharp smacks that made her wiggle harder.
“Couple people,” she panted. “I tend not to believe them.”
“If more than one person is telling you the same thing, it might be true,” he emphasized his point with a hard painful wallop on her sit spot.
“Ouch!” she squealed. “Really, you say ridiculous like it’s a bad thing. I beg to differ.”
“You’re going to be begging here in a few minutes,” he had started the slow stingy swat again. Oh, yeah.
“What? Me, beg? Ha!” she said bravely. “Oh, wait, am I going to be begging for more or for less?”
He obligingly smacked her hard. “Don’t have a clue. Guess we’ll find out now, won’t we?”
“Guess so!” she gasped as the pain rushed from her bottom straight to her clit. Yeah. That was good.
He gave her several sharp smacks right in row, then asked, “You ever done it the other way?”
What other way? It what? “I don’t know,” she gasped. All she wanted to do was concentrate on feeling. Not on whatever conversational skills he wanted to hone. Silly males. Always wanting to talk when you had no interest in it, never wanting to talk when you needed words. And yet they were necessary, why? Oh. Yeah. Penis. She remembered now.
Where was that, by the way? Somewhere, but not near close enough. She let her mind focus on the warmth in her bottom, though. He knew just how to do that. Not too hard, not too wimpy. Just right, with a touch of too much every once in a while. Yeah. She let her mind float off pleasantly, loving the warmth, the heat, the sting, the male who made her want more. She felt like the pelicans in that fish movie that just went “More, more, more!” She understood. She wiggled as hard as she could and finally did that begging thing, “Please?” He ignored her and kept spanking till she felt as if her bottom was fiery red and liquid dripped down her leg.
“Pretty please?” she panted. He wanted begging, he could have it.
Finally, he did what she expected and entered her roughly from behind. Yes! She felt herself clamp around him as he pushed harder.
“So wet, so hot,” he panted.
“That’s what they all say,” she giggled and wiggled trying to loosen herself up for his thick self a bit.
Exhausted she flopped on her stomach, and then purred softly as she felt a warm cloth between her legs, soothing and cleaning. “Nice,” she sighed happily.
Jericho rubbed her back another minute then rolled onto his. She turned her head so she could watch him wipe their stickiness off himself. Should she offer? Maybe. Was she going to? Nah, he’d worn her out. Besides, it was fun to watch him gently care for himself.
“So, there was that,” he said, catching her eye.
“There was!” she agreed. “Shall there be more soon?”
“Oh, woman, you’ve got to let me rest,” he sighed, pitching the cloth toward the hamper.
“Poor pitiful male,” she smirked. “Can’t do it nearly as often as a superior female.”
“Can do other things, though,” he said, shutting his eyes.
“Like snore?” she asked, innocently.
“Probably,” he admitted.
“I should get up and pee, but I don’t want to,” she complained, still not moving.
“If you don’t need to pee, why get up?” He pulled her closer.
“Don’t you know anything about female anatomy? Oh, never mind, stupid question. I have it on good authority that you do,” she poked him with one finger. Then another, just because it felt so good.
Jericho threw an arm over his head. “I’m so confused.”
Joy quit poking him and gave him gentle pats instead. “So I don’t get a UTI. I’ve not had sex in a long time, and since we’ve done it like, oh, forty times in the last few days, if I don’t get up and pee I could get a bladder infection, you know, because of all the friction and things.”
“Seriously, there are some things men don’t need to know,” he left his arm over his face as she giggled and rolled out of bed to head to the bathroom. He couldn’t help smiling, behind his sheltering arm. Damn, the woman. What she did to his life. Made him laugh, made him relax. A thought struck him. Maybe he could hire her on to be Russ’ full time caretaker. Pretty sure he could pay her more than she made doing whatever it was she did at home. Hell, she could do that here, part time, if she wanted to. He was gone a lot. He could hire a couple part timers, she could be here full time. They could have a great time. Jericho decided he really liked this idea.
Should he bring it up now?
He watched her walk back from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her. Funny. No. He’d wait and talk to Kane about the finances tomorrow, and have him check out hers, see where things stood, so he’d know that he could offer her something she’d be sure to be interested in.