by Avril Ashton
There was no reason to rehash it, to say the words out loud ever again.
“Elliot.”
The sound of her name was like the lash of a whip on her skin. It also had the same effect as the whip, making her wet in a blink, sending her clit to pulsing. She shuddered at the intense arousal, fighting to hide it, but when she finally looked up into Jud’s face, his smirk told her she hadn’t done a very thorough job.
“Are you wearing panties, Elliot?”
Was she— She gaped at him. “Y-yes.”
He jerked his chin. “Take them off.”
She hesitated.
“Now!”
Damn. She was so turned on, her scent perfumed the air. He had to smell it, had to know how his tone of voice affected her, but he didn’t comment. His face was intense, eyes on her face as he waited. She pushed her chair back and quickly pulled her black thong down her legs and off. She’d elected to wear a versatile shirt-dress that reached about mid-thigh and belted at the waist. Easy on. Easy off.
“Give them to me.” Jud held out a hand. She dropped her damp panties into his palm. He brought the underwear to his nose and sniffed. “You smell fucking incredible, Elliot Lively.” He inhaled loudly.
Her pussy clenched.
“Like strawberries and wet pussy.” He winked. “You should be bottled.”
El squirmed. Her stiff nipples brushed against her clothes with the movement, aching so good. The slight discomfort resonated in her cunt, sending even more of her cream spilling onto her inner thigh. She moaned.
“I’ve been doing my research.” Still holding her gaze, Jud brought the crotch of her panties to his mouth and sucked. “Hm. Fuck, that’s good.” His eyelids lowered then lifted. “Tonight I get to put you over my knee and spank your luscious ass, Elliot Lively.”
There was no way she could’ve hidden the needy moan that dropped from her lips at his words, spoken so fucking casually.
“Yep.” Leaning toward her, he dropped her underwear right there between them on the table. “I’ve got a hairbrush I’ve been fantasizing using on your ass, baby. I’m going beat you, make it hurt, until your cunt’s dripping for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you with the brush handle. It’s the perfect size for your tight hole.”
El gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles hurt. She sat in a puddle of her own juices, on the verge of an orgasm brought on by Jud’s words alone. She’d never been in that position before. Never had that happen. Ever.
First time for everything.
“You want that, baby?” He touched a finger to her chin, no pressure, but she automatically looked up. “You want me to spank you?” He cocked his head and waited as if his next breath hinged on her answer.
She nodded. “Yes.” She had to give him the words. “Yes, I want that.”
“Want what?”
This she could do. These words she could speak out loud. “I want to be spanked. I want you to spank me.”
“And why is that, pretty Elliot? Why do you deserve to be punished?”
Goddamn him. From his expression he knew how that question would rile her. “I’ve been bad.” Looking down at her lap, she twisted her cold fingers around each other. “I’ve been a bad girl.” A tease. She’d been a tease, and therefore she deserved to be punished.
“Then I’ll be happy to oblige.” Eyes flashing, Jud got to his feet. “Take off your clothes, leave on the heels, and go into the living room. Sit on the couch and wait for me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Elliot stood and stripped right there, ignoring the material when it pooled at her ankles. On shaky legs, she walked past Jud, chin high, and went into his living room. On the couch, she sat, hands in her lap and waited.
She counted to one hundred before he appeared.
“Do you happen to have a change of clothes with you, pretty Elliot?”
She nodded then licked her dry lips. “Yes. I-I keep a spare in my trunk.” She never knew when her clothes might get torn or bloodied lately.
“Then you’ll spend the night. Keys?”
“What? No!” She shot to her feet. “I can’t. I don’t—I never spend the night when I …”
“This isn’t your usual arrangement, Elliot.” He grabbed her keys off the hook near his front door. “This isn’t a one night thing. I said you’ll stay the night, so yeah, you’re staying the night.” He disappeared out the door before she had the chance to tell him hell-motherfucking-no.
She didn’t fall asleep, couldn’t, until she’d gotten her dose of pain. How would she deal with Jud? How would she explain the nightmares?
The front door slammed, and Jud came in, carrying her small black duffle. “Hope you’re ready for me, pretty Elliot.” Dropping her bag next to the door, he walked past her, headed to his bedroom with a wink. “I’ve been dreaming about putting a hurting on your ass all day.”
She couldn’t help squirming. He talked a good game, for a novice. Hard to believe she’d picked him out of thin air. Hard to believe he’d been reluctant to accept her proposal. Crossing her legs, she leaned back, eyes closed. Footsteps echoed, but she didn’t open her eyes.
“Look at me, Elliot.”
She did. He stood in front of her in just boxers, his golden chest dusted with a few hairs. His torso was sculpted and toned. A thin trail of dark hair disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. She licked her dry lips. He held a hairbrush in one hand.
A smile touched his sexy mouth. “I’m new to this, Elliot, but I’m willing to learn.” He knelt before her. “Now’s your chance to tell me what’s off limits.”
She uncrossed her legs and gave in to her need to touch. Tracing a finger down his nose, she answered him. “I don’t like to be restrained. I want my arms and legs free.” She took a breath. Let it out. “I don’t want to talk, Jud.”
His eyes were soft and way too compelling. “If I do anything you don’t like, anything, Elliot, simply tell me stop. Or no. Those words are all I need.”
She swallowed and nodded. In the blink of an eye, all softness bled away, and Jud’s eyes were hard, his mouth formed in a thin line.
“Stand.”
She rose, and he took a seat on the couch then patted his lap. “Lie across my lap. Let me at that ass.”
Elliot settled onto him, lying across his lap, squirming until she found a good position, her ass over his thighs. Rough hands smoothed across her butt and down the back of her legs.
“I love your ass, Elliot,” Jud murmured as if talking to himself. “Love how plump it is.” He smacked her left cheek, not too hard, but she still flinched. “Love the color of your skin, it reminds me of caramel. Makes me want to lick you, find out if you’re sweet all over.”
She squirmed and groaned. Bracing her elbows on the cushions below her, she arched, pushing back against his palm. He smacked her, one cheek then the next, never as hard as she wanted.
Frustration raised goose-flesh on her skin. She whimpered, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from begging, but Jud didn’t appear to notice her dissatisfaction. He smacked her ass with an open palm, the same spot on both cheeks. Despite it not being hard enough, painful enough, she felt herself responding. Her clit tingled, especially when he smacked the crease between her ass and the back of her thigh.
“I can smell you, pretty Elliot.” A finger traced her crack then tapped at her hole, a quick touch before disappearing.
El sucked in a breath. “Jud.” She needed more. “Please.”
“I know.” His hand moved away. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and waited. Rough bristles scraped against her skin. She flinched then cried out when the back of the bush came down on her. Merciless. Punishing. The pain was fire-hot, lancing through her body. She shuddered as it ricocheted, then coalesced in her cunt.
“Ungh. Jud. Oh God.” So much need in her voice, she couldn’t stand it.
Jud spanked her, hitting her on one spot over and over. Elliot rocked with the blows, nails clawing at the couch cushions. With ever
y contact of the brush on her burning flesh, her body clenched, and juices spilled. Jud’s erection pocked into her, letting her know he was just as turned on by what they were doing.
He switched up the blows, moving to the tender flesh under the swell of her butt. Her cries got louder. Tears burned her eyes. She bit her lip, but they ran down her face anyway.
Tease. Tease. Take your punishment. She deserved it. And the fact that she got off on it, relished the burn and the pain, proved the words right. So right.
Two fingers pushed into her core, twisted. She cried out. Despite the fingers inside her, Jud hadn’t let up on the spanking. He moved down the back of her legs and she shifted, opened wider.
“Look at that cunt, pretty Elliot.” He swiped his fingers through her folds. “Soaked with your juices.” The fingers moved away, and he moaned. “You taste sweet, baby. Sweet cream.”
She moaned. Damn, she couldn’t quit with the moans. He eased up on the blows, smoothing a hand over her burning bottom. She rocked on him, on his cock, hard and sticky, if the wetness against her stomach was any indication. She wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name or how fucked up she was.
The brush landed across her ass.
She screamed.
“Thought I was done, did you?” Jud chuckled. “Not by a long shot.” He went to town on her then, raining blows that seared her skin and yanked anguished cries from her lips. She hated how much she loved it, how much it made her pussy wet.
Jud went back to finger-fucking her in time with the strokes. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She screamed until she couldn’t hear herself anymore. The fire in her backside spread through her body, morphing into a delicious sensation she wanted to never lose.
Then without warning the strikes stopped. Jud’s fingers slid out of her sex, and something harder, smoother pushed in.
Hard.
“Ah!” She threw her head back, bucking. The movement caused whatever Jud was feeding into her cunt to slide deeper.
“Fucking gorgeous watching your pussy swallow that handle.” Jud kissed her lower back and butt. “Open wider for me, pretty Elliot. Let me fuck you proper.”
She obeyed. He sank deeper into her, twisting the brush. She yelped. He clamped a hand on her hip, held her in place, and rammed the brush back in. Just like that he was knocking on her G-spot and shoving her over the edge into orgasm.
Elliot screamed when release took her. She bit down on her tongue, tasting blood. Sparks burst behind her eyelids, and her heartbeat drowned out everything else, and lured her someplace she couldn’t help but follow. She floated away, following the hypnotic sound.
Someone tapped her cheek. Elliot groaned. Her lashes fluttered, and she looked up into Jud’s concerned gaze.
“Hey, you okay?’ He sounded garbled, as though his words were filtered rough waters.
She moved to sit up then hissed at the pain in her ass. “Shit. Yeah. Why?”
“You floated away for a second there.” He kissed her forehead and gathered her on his lap. They sat like that, Jud rocking her gently until she lost track of time.
“Come, let’s go to bed.”
He scooped her up. Her raw ass brushed against his bare skin, and she couldn’t help flinching at the fiery sensation.
“Ass on fire, eh?” He pressed a kiss to her neck as he made his way to the bedroom. “I’ll take care of that.”
In the bedroom, he laid her on her stomach in the middle of his huge bed and brushed the hair away from her face before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reappeared, he held a tube of aloe vera ointment he used to smooth over her well-used bottom.
Elliot squirmed, moaning into his pillow. When he was satisfied, he washed his hands and crawled in beside her.
“Come here, pretty Elliot.” He patted the spot next to him.
She went, curling into his side, head on his chest. He heaved a sigh and hugged her close. “Go to sleep, Elliot. I’ve got you.”
Somehow she believed him. Closing her eyes, Elliot breathed in Jud’s scent, luxuriating in the painful welts on her ass that lulled her to sleep.
Chapter Four
A tug on her nipple woke El. She came to herself quickly. Lashes flying open, she had only a brief moment of being lost before Jud’s scent surrounded her. His rough palms slid up and down her naked thighs, and she remembered the activities of the night before.
Right then. She’d gone all out, spent the night, actually slept with someone else when she hadn’t done that in damn near forever. And no nightmares. That was a relief.
Punishing fingers twisted her nipple, the shock of pain bowing her body. “Jud.” He lay between her legs, and she reached for him, fingers sliding into his soft hair. “Jud.” She tugged on his hair, and he pinched a nipple in return.
“Good morning, pretty Elliot.” His words rumbled against her tummy. Heat coiled in her lower half, curling her toes.
How he managed to turn her on with only his rough voice was beyond her comprehension.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Wanna dip my cock inside your tight pussy.”
Oh. Need jolted through her. She did as he asked, without more than a passing thought to just how greedy she was to feel him inside her. With her legs spread wide, her naked sex was on display for him, at eye level. He grunted. His hot breath washed over her clit and wet folds, making her fist the sheet.
“First I’m gonna eat that pink cunt.” His head dipped. His mouth latched on to her and sucked. A quick tease. She tensed, and then he was gone, moving back. “Then I’m gonna pound you into the mattress, fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. Proper.”
She didn’t bother speaking. She simply tightened her hold on the sheets and waited for him to taste her again. This time she didn’t have to wait long. Jud bent and licked her clit, tongue flicking over her hardened nub, worrying it, sucking it into his mouth like a miniature cock, and then he retreated to circle her entrance with his tongue.
He released her nipple. “Play with your nipples, Elliot.” He spoke against her pussy, never looking up. “Pinch them hard.”
Hips rising off the mattress, she did as he commanded. She pinched both nipples, body undulating at the spike of pleasure-pain that shot down to her cunt. “Oh. Oh God.” He plunged his stiffened tongue into her core, eating her with loud grunts, fingers digging into her thighs. She rocked on his face, pressed hard into him while plucking her nipples and gasping for air.
She panted, loud in the early morning hours. Jud knew his way around a woman’s body, knew where to lick, bite, and nip. He worked her like a pro, knew which buttons to push to get her wetter than wet, and begging for more until her throat was hoarse.
Finally he lifted his head, his entire face glistening with her juices. She stared down at him, pulse spiking when he winked at her.
“Spread those gorgeous legs wider, pretty Elliot.” He moved to his knees, kneeling between her parted thighs. She spread impossibly wider.
He smacked her pussy with his palm. Not too hard, but hard enough that she gasped and cried out. Jud chuckled.
“That’s it, baby.” He hit her again. The blow landed on her clit. She hissed at the pain and bucked up into his palm, silently asking for more.
He struck her, full on slaps on her sex before moving to the inside of her thighs, wet with her need. Elliot arched, yanking on the sheets. Guttural sounds filled the room as she relished the burn. The pain. Jud gave her good, worked her pussy with stinging slaps. Then he stopped. Her eyes popped open in time to flinch as he struck first one breast, then the other.
“Ah, God.” She writhed, bucked. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, needing something. “Please. Jud, fuck me. Hard, make me feel you.”
Fingers pushed into her, more than two, enough to stretch her. Enough to burn. She squeezed around them, watching as Jud covered his rose-flushed cock with a condom. He grabbed her left ankle, lifted her leg to his waist then plunged into her, bottoming with one stroke.
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She screamed, and came immediately. Jud kept his word, pounding into her with rapid thrusts of his hips, fucking her through the orgasm. Sound fell away, leaving her with only the exquisite feel of Jud driving in and out. He filled her completely, fitted her perfectly. He leaned down and kissed her, working his tongue in and out of her mouth in tandem with his cock as it hit all the hidden crevices inside her.
Elliot hugged him close, surrendering to his control of her body and her pleasure, control she’d given him, not one he’d taken. A marked difference. Tears stung her eyes, and she broke the kiss, burying her face in his sweaty neck. She caged him into her body by wrapping her legs around him.
“Fuck!” He spat a curse then stiffened. “Damn.” He collapsed onto her with a shudder. Gathering her close with trembling arms, he nuzzled her throat. “Wish I could keep you here, all day every day. Legs splayed, pussy slick and ready for me.”
She snorted. “Something tells me you’d get sick of that pretty quick.”
“Is that a theory you wanna test?” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “I can take you up in it, you know.”
Elliot chuckled. “Another time.”
They settled into silence. He remained on top of her, heavy, but she liked it. The feel of his naked skin on hers, his sweat, his smell, and his softening cock still nestled inside her body. She liked it. It had been so very long since she liked anything as mundane as this.
“I like this,” she whispered. Hands roaming up and down his damp back, she squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this, just lain in bed and held someone. Have someone hold me. So long.” Her voice broke.
Jud’s hold on her tightened. He lifted his head, gaze somber as he peered down at her. “I like this, too, Elliot. I like you.” He gave her a crooked smile. “We all have issues, baby. You can count on me to give you want you need, if you give me what I need.”
She blinked. “Wh-what do you need?” Did she really want to know?