by Piper Stone
The words continued to drive her into a heightened state of nirvana and her head lolled back, savoring the warmth of the fire on her back and neck, the hard pinch of his fingers. When he twisted her nipple, she let out a hushed moan. Pain mixed with pleasure in a way she’d only dreamt about.
Seconds later, he eased back, crouching on his legs and pulling her to her knees. His eyes never leaving hers, he pulled her dress up and over her shoulders, tossing the unwanted material to the side. “Don’t move. Don’t do anything.”
His command was strong, the vibe everything her heart desired. She blinked as he unfastened her bra, allowing him to slide the straps down first one arm then the other.
He tugged and pulled his shirt up and over his head then exhaled as he ran the palm of his hand down her chest.
She longed to touch him, to feel the heat of his chest, but she kept her hands by her sides, obeying as she knew he required. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly beautiful, a sensual woman. She couldn’t help but issue a single whimper as she studied his form, his carved chest and perfect abs. He was a thing of beauty.
His eyes flashing, he brushed the tip of his finger across the elastic top of her panties then traced a zigzag line down between her legs.
The scent of her desire wafted between them and she moaned, fighting embarrassment.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes.”
“You want me,” he whispered.
“Oh, yes.”
He rubbed his finger up and down the length of her crotch, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”
The words were laced with such conviction, a tremendous and almost blinding need. The moment he slipped his finger past the thin lace, swirling the tip around her clit, she bucked, her entire body shivering. “Oh God!”
“Pleasure and pain.”
Laney realized she was nodding her head over and over again. She was so wet, so hot that beads of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck.
As he continued to finger her pussy, he lowered his head, sucking on her nipple and cupping her other breast, his fingers twisting her nipple. He flicked his finger back and forth then shoved the entire length into her cunt.
“Oh!” Squealing, her entire body swayed forward and backward. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t tingling, dancing from such frenzied desire.
Garcia removed his finger from her pussy, drawing a circle around her lips. “Open your mouth.”
She did as she was told and when he slipped his finger inside, she immediately began to suck, tasting her juice. She sucked hard, using her jaw muscles as the sound permeated the dense air.
His eyes flashed as he eased his hand back then took her hand, placing her fingers on his belt. “Take this off.”
Sucking in her breath, she fumbled as she tried to unfasten the buckle, swallowing hard with her childish attempts. When she finally managed to unfasten it, she pulled back, but he grasped her hand, shaking his head.
“Remove my belt. Slowly. Feel the leather with every inch. Look at me as you slide the strap from its holder.”
Laney darted her eyes to his and tugged, adrenaline flowing to the point she was seeing stars. With every inch, she rubbed her fingers across the grain, the belt that had obviously been worn for months. So supple and soft, she could only imagine his thoughts, his desire to use the implement of discipline. When the belt was finally free, she gulped for air and held the strap in both of her hands.
He nodded and leaned down, kissing her lips ever so softly. Moving his head to her ear, he bit the lower lobe then issued a command. “Stand. Remove your panties.” He took the belt from her hand, folding the strap in half.
Her legs shaky, she rose to her feet, sliding her thumbs under the waistband then lowering her thong to the floor. Kicking out, when she was free of them, she clenched her fists.
Grunting, Garcia rose to his feet and slid the belt down one arm then up the other. “Discipline is special, a moment shared that is the most intimate. Private. All consuming.”
She had no idea what to say but she understood the burning desire shared between both of them. As he rubbed the strap across her chest, encircling her breasts then her nipples, she realized she’d never been so turned on, her pussy so wet.
He moved around her, allowing the belt to brush across the skin of her thigh the back of her leg and up along her spine. He eased her hair aside and mouthed her shoulder, biting down.
“Oh…” The moan was intense, ragged and she continued to shake, apprehension and excitement fueling every cell.
The leather strap continued moving across her body, down her arm and across her hip then between her legs. “Punishment is for infractions, but discipline is every day, keeping the faith, enabling you to focus.”
The words burned into the back of her mind, yanking at the mask she’d woven so tightly around her own desires, needs keeping her from moving away from the past. This man, this sexy and amazing creature had unlocked her roaring needs. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
He inhaled and moved back to face her. “Would you like me to spank you?”
Hesitating, she sucked in her breath, holding it as her mind raced to all the reasons she shouldn’t, but there was no turning back, no way she could avoid the woman breaking through the surface any longer. “Yes, sir. Please.”
Nodding, he pointed to the couch.
Laney had never felt so free, so peaceful in her life. Her feet remained heavy as she walked the few feet, crawling on and spreading her legs as she leaned over the back
He moved closer until he was standing behind. He rubbed his hand down her back, patting first one then the other ass cheek. “This will hurt but you will stay in position. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gripping the back of the couch, she lowered her head, bracing for the hard strikes.
Crack!
“Oh!” Jerking up, her entire body began to shake. The belt hit her squarely on the fleshy part of her ass, unearthing every nerve ending.
Garcia waited, remaining quiet until she took her position again.
Pop! Slap!
“Oh God.” She bit back another cry and managed to stay in place. Every thought about being spanked like a bad girl raced through her mind.
Crack! Smack!
After every few strikes, Garcia rubbed her ass, his fingers touching and caressing. “I know what you need, how much you crave a firm hand.”
There was no need to respond yet she grunted her answer, envisioning being spanked every day. She’d thrive with a strong man, one who refused to allow her to get away with breaking the rules. He’d figured out her every desire, the burning hunger. He was practiced, so careful, knowing exactly how hard to strike her.
Pop! Smack!
She could hear his heavy breathing.
Crack! Pop! Crack!
The strikes became harder, faster, one coming after the other, but she was electrified, brimming with excitement, her heart racing. More. She wanted more.
Smack! Pop!
The next two landed along her upper thigh and she bit back a scream, her nails digging into the fabric. The anguish was almost unbearable but the pure peace, the way she was beginning to float into raw ecstasy was so powerful
“Open your legs wider,” Garcia commanded.
She did as she was told. God, she was so wet, her pussy dripping.
Crack! Smack! Pop!
He continued her spanking, the leather strap moving from her ass to her thighs. “You’re doing very well.”
Slap! Crack!
Tears slipped past her lashes and she smiled as they rolled down her face. Memories of her father whipping her, forcing her to stand in a corner entered her mind. The memory was bittersweet, but this was perfect, a new beginning.
Grunting, he rubbed her back, her ass and her thighs, his hand soothing. “Five more.”
Pop! Crack!
Tensing, she wanted to b
eg for the punishment to continue. She was such a bad girl, needing more than this to break free of her chains.
Crack! Slap! Pop!
Garcia issued a strangled sound and closed the distance, placing the belt over the back of the couch. He kissed her shoulders then licked down her spine as he slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing forward and backward.
The friction was incredible, and she continued crying as he fingered her, arching her back and longing to beg him to fuck her.
Wrapping his hand around her hair, he tugged back as he thrust three fingers into her pussy, driving in and out in a solid rhythm. He plunged harder, faster as she panted.
She met every hard thrust, pushing back as he continued finger-fucking her. She kept her eyes open, staring out at the darkened sky, a smile on her face. As he continued thrusting, driving her into a state of frenzy, she wiggled, her body undulating.
“I want you to come for me. Come on my fingers.”
The command was demanding, required and she fell into her special place, letting go of her inhibitions. She could tell her entire body was quivering and she panted, moans turning into rasps as the climax rushed from her toes, up along her legs.
“Come for me. Come!”
As the orgasm rushed into her pussy, her toes curled, and she issued a silent scream.
Garcia continued thrusting and just as her head lolled, he eased two cum soaked fingers into her asshole.
“God!” Screeching, she clawed at the couch as he thrust his fingers inside her ass, pushing past the muscle ring. Pain tore through her, but she continued to push back.
“Feel good?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
He added a third finger, plunging as he smacked her ass with his other hand.
The beautiful assault continued for several minutes until she was drenched in sweat. “Fuck me. Please.” The words escaped her mouth and she twisted her head, her eyes lazy as she tried to find his face, see his expression.
Garcia was panting, his chest heaving up and down. He shook his head, a smile curling across his face as he removed his fingers and grabbed her hand. Easing her onto her feet, he yanked her into his arms, capturing her mouth.
She wrapped one leg around his as he slid his arm under her ass, picking her up off the ground and swinging her around. The kiss became manic, crazed as their tongues explored. Her heart raced, her eyes unable to focus as the kiss continued.
He held her tightly, grunting into the passionate embrace then walked toward the fire, gently laying her down onto the rug, crawling between her legs. He planted his arms on either side and leaned down, licking around her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her eyes never leaving his, she rubbed his chest, pushing the tips of her fingers into his skin. As he lowered down, he pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. She shifted, opening her legs wide as he rubbed his groin against her slickened pussy.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Garcia slipped his cockhead just inside and held the stance, hovering over her.
She gripped his shoulder with one hand, pulling down and arching her back, the offer blatant.
“Oh, baby. Careful with me. I might hunger for you every day.” Thrusting the entire length of his cock inside, he tossed his head back and roared as his body shook.
Whimpering, she touched his face, caressing his cheek.
He pulled out and plunged again, the force pushing her into the soft rug. As he began to pump, using his leg muscles to keep aloft, he never blinked. Very slowly he lowered his head until their lips were touching, every move methodical, perfectly orchestrated.
She remained tingling, her heart racing as he fucked her, picking up speed until his balls slapped against her skin. The angle drove his cock so deeply inside that she was barely able to breathe.
Sweat rolled down from his face, dropping onto hers as he continued thrusting, harder and faster until his body tensed. “I want you to come with me.”
Exhaling, she opened her legs even wider, enjoying every minute of the raw hunger shared between them.
He pumped, his cock sliding in and out. “I can’t hold it. Come with me. Come, baby.”
She panted as she allowed herself to let go, the friction driving her into pure ecstasy. The second his body tensed, his head dropping, she opened her mouth and screamed, the climax racing into her pussy. She clenched her muscles and he spewed cum deep inside, exploding as his entire body shook.
“Fuck!” Garcia continued pumping, trying to hold the stance until he slowly eased down.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she curled her feet together and rubbed her hand up and down his back. This was as close as two people could be.
For the next few minutes, he held her. When he rose up on his arms, he peppered kisses on her cheek. “You are magnificent.” He rolled over, gathering her into his arms.
She nuzzled into his chest as she tried to calm her breathing and concentrated on the beating of his heart. Why she’d been able to let go, she’d never know, but tonight had changed her forever. This was the woman she was supposed to be, and she’d fight if she had to in order to stay.
In the next several seconds, she fell into a sleepy lull, a wonderful satisfaction until an ugly thought reared. If she was found, Garcia could be hurt or worse. There was no way she was going to allow that to happen, even if that meant never seeing him again. As she closed her eyes, new tears slipped from her eyes. Happiness wasn’t in the cards.
Chapter 6
Garcia rolled over and opened his eyes. Darkness enveloped the room and he blinked several times as he attempted to focus. A sliver of the moon was streaming in through a set of blinds, the magnificent view sliced by the vinyl slats, yet he could see a splash of stars in the still shadowed sky. He shifted and the feel of cool sheets against his naked body was a reminder, a shot to his fuzzy memory. Laney. Exhaling, he realized he was lying at the edge of a soft bed, his leg dangling over the side. The taste of her remained in his mouth, a scintillating reminder of the evening they’d shared.
Very carefully he rolled over, cognizant of the beauty sleeping next to him, her hand forced to shift but remaining on his upper body. He turned his head, studying her sleeping form. She was tucked very close, her head bumping against his arm. Sighing, he thought about the evening they’d shared and his cock instantly hardened. He resisted laughing as he turned again until he was able to face her. Using the tip of his index finger, he brushed hair from her eyes, marveling in her peaceful, perhaps sated manner of sleeping.
He hadn’t planned on seducing her, certainly not spanking her, but the diary had been so damn cathartic, a draw he’d been unable to resist. He could hear her dog’s breathing sounds somewhere close and figured the pup had ventured into the bedroom after they’d fallen asleep. He didn’t even remember coming to the bed, but he did remember the connection, the way she felt in his arms. He held his breath, listening to his rapidly beating heart. What was this supposed to mean? He hadn’t spent the night with any woman in…
Garcia forced back a chuckle. He wasn’t into staying the night, trying to make some bullshit small talk in the morning. As she issued a soft moan, her eyelids fluttering, his heart swelled. He brushed his finger down her cheek and was shocked at the tingling sensations rushing through his body. This just wasn’t normal.
Lifting his head, he glanced at her digital clock. 4:45. He had a little while to himself. He lowered his head, kissing her forehead then tugged the sheet back, climbing out of bed. When neither Topper nor Laney moved, he padded out into the living room, grabbing his jeans. As he pulled them on, he stood gazing at the fire. The embers were still bright orange, a single bluish flicker of a dying flame reminding him of the amazing time they’d spent together.
Coffee. She had to have coffee. The moment he turned toward the kitchen, he noticed the diary, now infamous in his mind. A grin crossed his face as he walked closer, pulling the leather-bound book into his hands. What had possessed him to read the entrie
s he may never know, but now he understood their strong connection, electric to the point he could still feel her aura covering every inch of his body. He took the book with him as he walked toward the kitchen, turning on only the light over the stove. The warm glow highlighted her sleek kitchen, so organized, every kitchen gadget in its place. There were no crumbs, no pots or dishes in the sink. She was meticulous in everything she did.
After searching, he found the canister of coffee and made a full pot. Then he turned his attention to the diary after glancing toward the hallway. While reading something so personal might be delving into her privacy, he couldn’t resist her words, her dark and powerful needs. He wanted nothing more than to get to know her.
Leaning against the counter, he flipped through the pages from the beginning. There was nothing outstanding at first, merely her worries about her classroom and students yet the passages were so beautiful, a telling about the subtle woman who had managed to chip away at his heart.
The intense scent of coffee filtered to the air as he continued to read passages, a smile never leaving his face. She was poignant with a flair for writing, even humorous in her regard to the teaching staff at the elementary school. With every sentence read, he fell into a web, a moment where he wanted to learn everything about the delicate yet formidable woman, who’s lavender eyes had captured him from the second he met her.
He turned past several pages and a series of bold lettering caught his eye.
Fuck you! You will not haunt me. I refuse to allow you back into my life. You don’t own me!
Garcia reread the words, surprised at the tone, and a myriad of questions rushed into his mind. Who the hell was she talking about?
“What are you doing?”
He jerked his head in the direction of the angry voice, her shaking voice, and eased the diary onto the counter. “Making coffee.”
Laney folded her arms and walked closer, her face pinched. “You were reading my diary. Damn it! Don’t you understand that’s private? I don’t care what you found last night, the words you read. They are my words. Mine!”