by Diane Leyne
“Now you’ve done it. You’ve disobeyed yet again. I said I was getting the bill, and now look what has happened. I’m definitely going to spank your ass this time.” He looked up at her with a devilish grin. “But first, I’ve got to home to change. I live just a couple of blocks over. Do you have time to come by? It’s practically on the way back to the library.”
He threw some money in the folder with the bill and stood up, not waiting for her answer.
What the hell. Edna had told her to take her time. Why not? She smiled at the thought. Why the heck not? Just this once, I’m going to play hooky and have fun. I’m always the serious one. The “good girl.” Dammit. So what if he’s a virtual stranger? She felt closer to him than almost anyone she knew. She wasn’t sure what it was. He struck her as a kind man, which was something very important to her. And, other than his obsession with spanking her, he seemed like a gentle man, too. And a gentleman. He held out her chair when she sat down. He pulled out her chair when she got up. When she went to the ladies room, he stood.
He was an old-fashioned guy. And he was taller than she was, which made her laugh out loud because it was so damned rare. And unbelievably sexy. His masculinity came off him in waves, but without the arrogance of some handsome men. Maybe because he was such a big guy, he didn’t have to be aggressive or “in your face” to get noticed. But she’d definitely noticed him.
She wondered if he’d try to kiss her when they got to his place. She smiled to herself. She thought he would, and she’d kiss him back.
They walked to his condo building in a companionable silence, holding hands again. She felt like a teenager and felt herself blushing a bit as she realized she’d never really done this before. She was taller than most of the boys by the time she was twelve, and being so shy and plain growing up, she was always a pal to the boys, popular when there was a basketball game, but afterward, the boys wanted to hang with the pretty cheerleaders. But Jake made her feel pretty, almost beautiful. For the first time, she was proud of her height and strong body. He was a big man, and she believed him when he told her he wanted a woman who was a physical match for him.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, he pushed her against the back wall of the elevator. He twined his fingers with hers and pressed her hands above her shoulders, against the wall of the elevator. Helpless, she looked at him. She could feel the desire rise in her belly. Why didn’t he kiss her? Her eyes went soft as she tried to will him to kiss her.
Suddenly, he pushed the full length of his body against her. They were pressed together from shoulder to knee, her large breasts straining against his hard chest, and she could feel his manhood pressing against her stomach, and he ground against her. She moaned with desire. He lowered his head and took her mouth. There was no other word for it. She felt like her mouth was taken, claimed. He was putting his mark on her. When the elevator door dinged, signaling they’d reached his floor, he pulled his mouth away from hers and swore softly.
Then, grinning wickedly, he let go of her hands, lowered his shoulder, and tossed her over it. Again.
Ducking down, he made sure she didn’t bump her head on the door exiting the elevator. She heard someone moving in the hallway.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Gunderson. Hey, Marmaduke,” he greeted his neighbor. If she could have, Lindy would have sunk through the floor, but she didn’t have that luxury. “Allow me to introduce my friend Lindy. Lindy, Mrs. Gunderson is my wonderful neighbor who waters my plants when I’m away.”
He turned so she could see Mrs. Gunderson. She was literally a little old lady, not even five feet tall. And Marmaduke, rather than the Great Dane of the comic strips, was a tiny poodle. Mrs. Gunderson smiled and shook her hand. “Very nice to meet you. Mr. Hughes here is a lovely young man. He sometimes walks Marmaduke for me when I’m feeling under the weather. And it is so nice to see him with a young lady. He’s been alone far too long. Now come along, Marmaduke.” And she turned and walked toward the elevator.
Well, thought Lindy. At least she knew that Jake didn’t often bring women to the apartment. Although it sounded a bit like there had been someone serious, a long time ago. But then Jake was almost forty. She had to expect she wasn’t the first woman in his life.
* * * *
He carried her carefully through the doorway, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Drop the purse,” he demanded to see what she would do. He was gratified when she dropped it immediately. She definitely had a bit of the sub inside her. Although she would never be submissive outside the bedroom. And that was good. He hated a meek woman. But now to see if she could be submissive in the bedroom. He wanted, he needed to Dominate in the bedroom. He liked the control. He liked to control exactly what happened sexually, giving and taking pleasure on his own timetable. He liked the look of a sub writhing under him, shuddering uncontrollably because he knew her body better than she did herself and could bring her to heights she’d never dreamed of. But for so long, that hadn’t been possible because he had no one special in his life. He pleasured other women for the excitement of their men. But none of them were his. He couldn’t even totally control the scenarios. He thought for a moment. Maybe that was part of the problem. He was living out other Doms’ scenarios and not his own. That was it. Not only did he not have a sub of his own, but he was feeling out of control.
Then he carefully set her down and dropped down onto the large, low couch. She stood there, looking uncomfortable. He just stared at her for a minute, enjoying watching the swell of her breasts under her tight sweater, wishing she was wearing a skirt instead of pants.
Finally, he had pity on her.
“Drop ’em.”
* * * *
“Um, excuse me?”
“Drop your pants. I told you, I owe you a spanking, but I’m not doing it through your pants. Because you are new to this, I’ll let you leave your panties on this time. But that’s the only time I’ll make this concession.”
She stood there, hands at the waistband of her pants. Her heart was beating hard. She wanted to obey. Oh, she so badly wanted to obey, but her hands just wouldn’t work. What if he was teasing? What if he laughed at her round stomach and muscular thighs? She couldn’t do it.
“Look at me.”
She kept her eyes down.
Impatiently, he leaned forward, hooking a big finger into her waistband and tugging her toward him so she was standing between his legs.
“We’ll go slow and easy. Don’t worry. Let me take care of everything.” He reached up and grabbed her hands, taking one and then the other to his mouth and kissing the palms. “Let’s start with your shoes. Step out of them and push them to the side. You can do that, right?”
He smiled at her, and she smiled back. She could do that.
“Now the top button. Just undo it. Won’t you feel so much better without that constriction? Just think, you’ll be able to breathe so much easier.” His voice was low and almost hypnotic. The apartment was in shadows. He hadn’t turned the lights on. The living room wasn’t dark, but the light from outside was on an angle, leaving the room dim but clear enough to see.
Without realizing what she was doing, she obeyed, unbuttoning her pants. She reached for her zipper, but he stopped her.
“No. Wait for my instructions. Just wait and listen. Okay. Now, lower the zipper. Slowly.” She did, her body starting to shake. He was only touching her hands and she was shaking with desire. She could feel her panties grow wet.
When the zipper was undone, he released her hands and stood up, towering over her, or so it felt. She could see the cola stain on his white polo shirt. She wanted to reach out and touch it, to touch him, but she restrained herself, remembering his words.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You may now remove my shirt.” He let go of her hands and waited for her to grasp the hem and pull it up over his head. He bent to help her, but she had to remove it. And then they stood there, inches apart. He took the shirt out of her hands
, laughing quietly, and tossed it to the side. Then he put his hands on her hips and pushed her pants down. They dropped to the ground. Her heart hammered in her ribs. He put one large hand on either side of her waist and picked her up off the ground. “Kick away your pants,” he instructed.
She did, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders for balance. He was the most muscular man she had ever touched, not that she had much experience. She just wanted to run her hands all over his body, but she waited.
But not for long. As soon as her pants were clear, he sat down again, flipping her over his lap in what seemed like a single movement.
“Hands on the floor, legs apart. You are now going to get that spanking you earned. You are getting ten, and if you don’t count them out loud, they don’t count. Oh, and call me Sir when you count.”
If he could have seen her face, he would have seen her alarm, but also her arousal. She was a librarian. She’d read thousands of books, some of them extremely spicy. And she’d discovered BDSM romance books last year and been devouring them online. She could feel the curl of desire in her stomach and how her panties were drenched, and now she was going to be spanked.
She was so aroused but scared, too. It sounded so hot in the books, but how could it be erotic to have another person spank her? She found out soon enough when he brought one hand down on her left butt cheek.
“Ouch,” she cried. That had hurt. He rubbed his hand over the warm spot, spreading the heat, and she felt it start to morph into something else, but too soon it had slipped away. Why didn’t he spank her again? It was like he was waiting for something. She wiggled, but he held her tighter and waited.
“Oh, one. Sir.”
“Good girl.”
The next three came quickly, two on the other cheek and one back on the first cheek. This time she remembered to count. “Two, Sir. Three, Sir. Four, Sir.”
And this time when he paused to spread the heat around, she felt it spread to her pussy and her clit. She almost moaned as the desire swept through her. Good god. She was getting really turned on by this. And so was he. His rapidly hardening cock poked into her stomach through his jeans. He felt huge.
Two more, and she was really feeling it. When he rubbed the spots where he’d spanked her, she moaned in pleasure. And then his hand moved between her legs, moving lightly over her panties. She tried to close her legs, but he just chuckled. “Oh, no you don’t.” Two quick very hard slaps on her butt and she was moaning again, but she didn’t close her legs when his hand went exploring. He rubbed her through the damp fabric. She wished he’d just slide his fingers under her panties. Her clit was swollen and needy, and all he was doing was teasing her with his finger.
The next slap really surprised her, so much she almost forgot to count. He actually spanked her pussy. And then the final spank landed on her clit, almost pushing her over the edge. She writhed against him, and he held her tight as she shook with frustration.
Then he flipped her over so she was sitting in his lap, her ass pressing against his hard cock. Then he leaned in and kissed her. No, it was more than that. He plundered her mouth, taking, invading. She held on to his broad shoulders and surrendered to his invasion, her tongue tangling with his until he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulder.
He reached down and tugged on the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head, but he didn’t pull it off her arms. Instead, he pulled it down so her arms were trapped in the sweater behind her back. She was helpless, lying there in his lap. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she couldn’t wait.
She expected her bra to go next, but he was taking his time. He looked his fill first. She was glad she had chosen her favorite sexy bra, with its lace and low demi cups that gave her amazing cleavage and displayed her breasts almost down to the nipples. She saw the desire flame higher in his eyes, and she felt powerful and womanly and sexual. She wanted his hands and his mouth on her breasts. She thrust them at him.
“Slow down. We have all the time in the world.”
He trailed one finger down the side of her neck to her clavicle and below. He reached the cup of her bra. Very delicately, he traced the edge from one side to the other, only slipping underneath when he neared a nipple. He dipped his finger, flicking the rock-hard nipple and then pulling out and continuing. Then he looked her in the eyes and reached down, pushing one cup and then the other below her nipples, but not undoing her bra. Her breasts now sat on the shelf created by her bra, sticking straight out, almost offering her nipples to him. The nipples puckered even more, hardening almost painfully, waiting for him to touch them.
Finally he leaned down and drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked, hard. Then he opened his mouth wider and took the whole areola and part of her breast into his mouth. He suckled hard. She could feel the moisture pouring out of her.
She almost whimpered in frustration when he removed his mouth, but then he took the other breast in his mouth and repeated the action. She had trouble staying still, and she wanted to touch him, but her arms were trapped. She struggled with the sweater, almost crying with frustration.
“Please, Jake, Sir. Please let me touch you,” she begged.
Clearly pleased she’d remembered to call him Sir, he relented and pulled the sweater off her arms. She responded by running her hands over his shoulders and chest and rib cage, basically anywhere she could reach. Then she leaned down, without thinking, and took one of his flat man nipples into her mouth and sucked hard, mimicking his actions.
* * * *
Jake started, surprised at how pleasant the experience was. No other woman had ever cared about his nipples.
But now it was time to go to the next step. He shifted her in his lap and, with his free hand, slid one big finger under the edge of her panties, skimming down toward the apex of her thighs, but not yet parting her folds. He looked at her inquiringly. Shyly, she nodded.
He didn’t hesitate. He dipped one big finger between her pussy lips, running the rough pad of his finger lightly over her clit. She moaned, so he did it again. And then his finger dipped lower, sliding right into her pussy. She jumped at the unexpected invasion, taking a second to adjust. She was aroused and swollen and very, very wet. So he added a second finger. She seemed to like it, her hips pushing against his hand.
He moved his fingers in and out a few times, using his fingers to stretch her wider before adding a third finger. He loved the little mewing sounds as she tried to rub her clit against his hand. He obliged, using his thumb to rub the swollen nub as he fucked her with his fingers. Harder and harder he pumped, feeling the small tremors that preceded a climax. Then, when he judged the time right, he curled his fingers forward, rubbing them against the sweet spot inside her pussy.
* * * *
Suddenly, her climax ripped through her as she bucked in his arms. He didn’t stop moving his hand inside her as he lowered his head and sucked hard on the nearest nipple. She was shocked to feel another orgasm rising within her. She never, ever came twice in one session. She rarely came twice in one night, but she knew it was coming, and he bit down lightly on her nipple and it slammed through her, rocking her body. He rolled, taking her onto her back, and while she was coming down from the two amazing orgasms, he somehow got her panties off her and his mouth was now on her pussy, licking and sucking, his tongue pushing inside of her. She could feel the cream pouring out of her and the quivering beginning in her body as she felt yet another orgasm rising within her.
“I can’t take another one. Jake, I can’t come again.”
“You can and you will, my sweet, because I wish it.”
And then he sucked hard on her clit, and he jammed his fingers back inside her. And then her body was tensing and then convulsing, her pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as she rode out yet another climax.
When she could think again, she realized she was lying back on the couch and he was running a warm washcloth between her legs. Then he was pulling on her pants and tucking her breasts
back into their bra cups. Finally her pulled on her sweater and slid her feet into her shoes. He sat down beside her and held up a scrap of lace.
“Sorry about your panties.”
She felt herself flush which she knew was his intention. She blushed again when he put them against his nose and breathed deeply and then tucked them into his pocket. It was just then that she realized that he hadn’t come. She could see how hard he was, pushing against his pants. It must be painful. Perhaps…She reached out to touch him, and he pushed her hand away.
“But, you were so good to me and I didn’t, you didn’t, I mean…” she said embarrassed about taking care of him.
He walked her to the door, opening it, ushering her through it, and walking out with her.
He laughed. “I don’t put out on the first date.”
He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Chapter Six
They walked hand in hand to the library. She looked at her watch and was amazed that it was only 2:00 p.m.
They stopped at the base of the steps.
“When do you get off work?” he asked.
She told him seven.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked. She started to say yes, but he interrupted her. “You have two options, but you don’t have to answer now. Actually, you have three options. You have my number now. You can call me and say no and I’ll understand that you don’t want to see me again. We can go out somewhere nice for dinner, or you can come to my place and I’ll cook for you. But understand if you do that, I’ll be expecting you to spend the night. And while this afternoon was all about you, tonight will be all about me.
“So think about what you want. If I don’t hear from you by five, I’ll be expecting you for dinner and head out to the grocery store. You know where I live. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t pick you up, but I don’t want to ruin dinner.”