by Lisa G Riley
“Well, I wish you luck with it. Maybe if nobody answers it right, you should just try to make it with that fine doctor you work with. And before you ask which one, you know which one I’m talking about. That fine Italian one—Dr. Do Me Hard, please.”
“He is fine, isn’t he?” Mel asked contemplatively as she thought about Nicholas. “You know how much I love his beard, right?”
“You only talk about it every time you mention his name. How could I not know how much?”
“Okay, so anyway, the other day he was absent-mindedly pulling at it with his long fingers like he always does when he’s trying to figure something out,” Mel said as excitedly as a schoolgirl talking about her first crush. Leaning forward in her chair, she pressed her thighs tightly together. “It was incredibly sexy and I felt this heavy, dragging heat in my stomach. You know what I mean, don’t you? It’s the way we used to feel in high school when we’d sneak and watch sexy movies at Simone’s house, except this was more intense for me. Way more intense.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Lilly answered. “It’s called lust, you big goof!” she said teasingly. “So what are you going to do about the good doctor?”
“Nothing for now. I’m not ready to do anything about him yet.”
“Well, you should probably make up your mind soon. I mean, for God’s sake, Mel, he’s fine as all get out and he’s a doctor. Do you know how many women would trip over themselves trying to get their claws into him?”
“Five thousand, nine hundred, and sixty-nine,” Mel said, jealousy swirling through her system as she thought about all the women at the clinic who came on to Nick. Her eyes narrowed, and the jealousy became more intense as she wondered just how many he’d actually gone out with.
“Uh…okay,” Lilly said through her startled laughter.
“Just kidding. No, of course I don’t know how many, but I know they would probably number in the hundreds. Anyway, if I ever considered letting anyone spank me, it would be Dr. Pantino.”
There was complete silence coming from the other end for a few seconds, and then in a scandalized whisper, Lilly said, “For real?”
“Well, maybe,” Mel hedged. “I did a little research on the Internet and read that just the right intensity of pain can help increase the pleasure, but I don’t know if I believe it. It seems too contradictory.” An image of Nicholas bending her naked body over his knees while he prepared to spank her with the flat of his hand suddenly filled her head, making her so hot, her breath caught in her throat. She gripped the phone tighter to her ear to keep it from slipping from her suddenly slick hand. More than a little surprised, she shook her head to dispel the image and cleared her throat. “Uh, I’m sorry, Lilly, I’ve been talking so much about myself that I haven’t asked how things are going for you.”
“I kind of don’t have time to talk to you about it now. We’ll talk later, okay?”
“Okay. I need to get out of here anyway. Talk to you later.” Melinda clicked off the phone and stared into space for a minute. The image was back. This time, his hand actually made contact with her behind, and she flinched as if she actually felt it. “Whew! Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” she muttered as she began to fan herself with her hand.
Feeling like he was caught in a snare, Nicholas stopped his forward progress into the room and watched Melinda. She obviously wasn’t aware he was there. He was completely arrested by the sight of her arm lifting gracefully to gather up the hair that rested on the nape of her slender neck. His eyes narrowed. Mine, he thought fiercely, all mine. The material of her blouse stretched to emphasize the contour of her breasts, and he felt his stomach muscles clench in tension and anticipation.
He watched some more as she grimaced. That gorgeous little freckle beckoned to his mouth. She began to fan herself and he frowned, wondering why she was so hot. The air was on. Now she was unbuttoning her blouse. One button slid through its buttonhole, exposing smooth, silky, brown skin. The second one slid through and he caught a glimpse of pink satin and lace. He held his breath, wanting to see more and at the same time knowing he was playing a dangerous game. He’d have to jump over that desk and grab her if he caught even a glimpse of the swell of her breast.
Her long, tapered fingers hovered indecisively over the third button. Saliva abruptly filled his mouth. The fingers landed, gripped the button and were still. Sweat broke out in beads on his forehead. One last caress and the fingers were gone, fluttering away to fan at her throat, taking his fantasy with them. His body slumped in a curious mix of disappointment and relief.
He began to feel lightheaded and realized he was still holding his breath. Damn, she’d literally taken his breath away. He cleared his throat and watched as her head swung quickly in his direction. She blushed and dropped her hands.
“Oh! Hi, Dr. Pantino,” Mel heard herself say in a barely audible voice. She knew she was blushing.
Nicholas stopped in front of the desk. “None of that ‘Dr. Pantino’ crap, Mel,” he said harshly. Suddenly he was sick of her holding him at arm’s length. “I’ve asked you time and time again to call me ‘Nick’ or ‘Nicholas.’” He watched her rear back in her chair and give him a look that was designed to make him feel less than dirt and show that she was insulted at the same time. He frowned back at her. “Now, don’t get your back up about it. I’ve asked you repeatedly to call me by my first name, but in order to keep distance between us, you refuse to, don’t you?” He deliberately leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a more intimate level.
Okay, I’m a goner, Melinda thought. He’d knocked her completely off balance. That, coupled with the knowledge of what she’d been thinking about before he walked in, made her lower her eyes in curiosity and embarrassment.
“It’s all right, Melinda,” Nicholas said softly to her bent head. “Soon, none of it will matter. None of it.”
Curious now, Mel quickly looked back up at him. The way he was looking at her, like he had a huge appetite that could only be satisfied by him taking a bite out of her, sent a message straight to her core, which in turn sent it to her pussy, which promptly began to gush its greedy appreciation into her panties. Mel sat up straighter in her chair in somewhat delighted surprise. What the hell? That had never happened before—at least not so much at one time. Good Lord.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Flustered by the tenderness in his voice and the endearment, she squirmed in her chair but suddenly stopped when she squished a bit. Okay, this had to stop. She took a deep breath and looked him dead in the eye. “Just what are you doing, Dr. Pantino?” she asked him suspiciously.
Nick leaned in even closer. “It’s Nicholas. Just say it,” he commanded.
His breath whispered across her lips, sending tingles down her spine, and Melinda closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they were direct and just as intense as his. “Nicholas,” she whispered obediently.
A hairbreadth away from her mouth, Nicholas closed the space between them and nibbled at her lips. He felt her catch her breath in surprise and felt her stiffen, but she didn’t pull away. “Say it again, Melinda.”
“Nicholas.” Her heart racing with confused longing, Mel was barely able to remember her own name, let alone say his. His mustache felt so soft and good against her lips and skin that she found herself rising out of her chair to get closer to him.
“That’s it, baby,” Nicholas encouraged as he cupped her face with both hands. He let his tongue laser in on her beauty mark and he licked and sucked at it until he was pulling it and the corner of her lip into his mouth.
Melinda marveled at the kiss, his sucking causing a corresponding pulling low in her belly. She quivered in delight. She’d never experienced anything like it before, and she loved it, but she wanted more. There just had to be more. Going by instinct, she brushed the top of her tongue along the underside of his. Loving the slick, silky texture of it, she did it several times more, until she was moaning into his mouth. “Oh, God
, Dr. Pantino,” she mumbled between kisses.
Nicholas broke away from the kiss. Still cupping her face, he looked down at her. “Nicholas, Melinda. From here on out, it’s just plain Nicholas, especially for you. All right?”
Mel could only nod once in agreement.
“Good,” he whispered, right before he enveloped her lips with his.
The voracious kiss made Melinda weak in the knees and she swayed toward him, gripping his shoulders in her hands.
Nick ate at her lips, his teeth clicking against hers while his tongue snaked a path through her mouth. She was delicious, tasting just like he thought she would. He slowly broke away, pressing kisses to the corners of her mouth and on her chin. He couldn’t get his mind off that small swath of skin he’d seen earlier, and he released her face to let his hands wander to her blouse. Bending his head, he pressed his lips to her neck as he undid the third button on her blouse.
Mel threw her head back, the sensations sweeping through her body almost too much for her to handle. Her hands went from his shoulders to grip his wrists; unsure if she wanted him to stop or not, she held them in her hands.
Nick looked up and met the hesitant curiosity in her eyes. “Can I have a taste?”
Shocked by the idea of it, Mel’s eyes nearly went opaque with need as she thought about what it would feel like to have him suck her nipple into his mouth. She felt the heat twist and tighten in her stomach and let out a shuddering breath. Looking into his hungry eyes, she gave a jerky nod.
Nick wasted no time and released two more buttons right before bending his head. “Perfect,” he murmured when he saw that beneath the pink silk and lace, her small nipples were already hard and poking against the material. He transferred his hands from the blouse to her rib cage and gently pulled her forward. He kissed the nipple and heard her catch her breath just before he felt the nipple strain some more against the material.
Mel let out a squeak of delight when she felt his mouth and pressed her hands to the back of his head, hoping he would suck the nipple inside. She felt him blow on the wet spot he’d made and desperately tried to hold back a cry of need, but couldn’t.
Teasing the nipple some more, Nick licked it repeatedly through the silk and tightened his hands when she flinched in response. Unable to stand the tension any longer himself, he pushed the material aside with his tongue and pulled the tight little bud into his mouth where he sucked it hard against the roof of his mouth.
Melinda went wild, soft cries escaping her mouth as she alternately pulled at his hair and pushed his head against her flesh. The pleasure was too intense, and she didn’t think she could stand much more of it. More liquid gushed into her panties and she pressed her legs together in an attempt to stem the flow. “Oh, Nicholas, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
Feeling greedy and hungry for more, Nick held her in an almost bruising grip as he tried to bring her closer to his mouth. He lifted her onto her toes and bit down on the nipple, causing her to jerk in his hands and cry out in surprise at the sting.
Melinda thought she was going to die from the pleasure and, in an effort to get a grip on her waning sanity, began to push his head away from her body. The desire coiling and tightening low in her belly was so powerful that it was almost completely unfamiliar and it scared her. She sensed a total loss of control coming and didn’t think she could handle it. “Stop, Nicholas. Please, stop.” She pushed away some more until he released her. She looked down to button up her blouse.
She grabbed her things and hurried around the desk and through the security door, avoiding Nick’s eyes and his touch the entire time.
“Talk to me, Melinda.”
She heard the quiet words, but she did her level best to ignore them. Of course, that didn’t sit well with him, and he grabbed her arm as she tried to rush past him.
“Are you going to explain?”
Still refusing to look at him, Mel felt his frustration and heard his confusion. She finally looked up and winced at the look in his eyes. There was frustration and confusion, but there was also concern. “I’m sorry, Nicholas,” she said, and tried to explain something she barely understood herself. In the end, she mumbled, “I felt…you made me…that is…I’ve never…” The frustration on top of the embarrassment was too much and she said, “Oh, come on, Nicholas. You have to know what I’m trying to say.”
After a moment of simply staring at her in silence, Nick suddenly looked like he was having what Oprah called an Aha! moment. But instead of the moment being something as socially important as “Aha! I think I’ve found another solution to global poverty!” she was sure his was, “Well, I’ll be damned. This woman has never had an orgasm!”
Leaving him to digest his sudden revelation, she slipped out of his loosened grip and escaped through the front door. He didn’t follow her outside, and she gratefully slid into her car to scurry home in embarrassment.
5
Melinda lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Conveniently, she had the next two days off after her episode with Nicholas, and now, on the morning after it had happened, she was still kind of reeling from the experience. She’d guessed correctly that what she’d been on the verge of experiencing had been an orgasm, and from the way it had felt, it would have been an explosive one. But how was she to know when she’d never in her life experienced one before?
“Damn it,” she said, and rolled over to her side. She couldn’t believe she’d reacted that way. She moaned in embarrassment when she thought about what Nicholas must have thought of her. “He probably thinks you’re a sexually repressed lunatic, Mel. What the hell else can he think when you freaked out like a virgin who’d been drop-kicked into a prison yard full of hard-up convicts?”
Sighing dejectedly, she sat up in bed. “Yeah, you have your precious control, you idiot, but can it bring you to the brink of orgasm like Nick’s tongue? I think not.” She went into the bathroom to perform her morning hygiene. In the middle of brushing her teeth, she decided that she’d worried over the situation long enough. She tried to push it out of her mind. It was hard because she couldn’t help but feel that she’d messed up something with Nick that had the potential to be spectacular, something that went beyond sex. She left the bathroom for her home office. It was time to check the responses to her ad.
She logged on to her computer and tried to get comfortable in her desk chair. She really needed a new one. She’d gotten the current one at a discount furniture store and realized now why it had been so cheap. The seat was made of a rough, knobby material that scraped against the skin. When she was logged onto the Internet, she went straight to the ChicagoLuhvin site. “Eight new messages! Good Lord, these people are desperate for some companionship!”
On the fifth e-mail, her face formed a thoughtful frown as she read what the author thought BSA stood for. He’d written that he thought it stood for: “Bring your Silly Ass on, bitch.” And then he’d written “LOL.”
“All I can say is whatever floats your boat,” Mel murmured, and continued to read the rest of his message. The writer went on to say that he liked to dominate his women at all times—before, during and after sex—and if he was correct in his assumption of what BSA meant to her, then she obviously liked to be dominated. He left his phone number for her to call him.
Mel’s response was a simple “No, thank you,” before she closed out of and then deleted the e-mail.
The next two were also incorrect and Mel sighed, resigned to the fact that no one would probably answer it correctly. The subject line of the last one said “From Smart Guy.”
“Let’s just see how smart you are.” She clicked to open it. Her mouth dropped wide open before she’d even finished reading the first sentence. “Oh. My. God,” she whispered in shock.
Smart Guy had written:
Do you really want it Spanked, or are you just teasing me? And just how Big do you think your Ass is? Okay, Brand New, I’m not going to lie and say that the size of it doesn’t matter to me, b
ecause I like a nice-sized booty just as much as the next man. But, as long as it’s got even a little bit of heft to it, I can spank it good. Real good. And as the song goes, I can even slap it, flip it, rub it down…Whatever you want me to do to it, I can.
Amazingly, Melinda found herself giggling at this last part. She used to love that old song from the 1990s. “Slap it, flip it, rub it down, ohhhh noooo!” she sang happily with a big grin on her face.
She continued to read:
Let’s get serious, Brand New. I’d love to get together with you. You’ve got a crazy sense of humor, but it’s just the kind I like. Your wit and intellect draw me in, too. The fact that you have a sense of the daring is obvious because of your post. So, how about it? Want to meet me? E-mail me back, I’ll give you more details about myself and we’ll set things up. Before I go, I should mention that you don’t even have to let me spank your Big Spankable Ass if you don’t want to.
He’d also signed off with “Smart Guy.” Melinda had to squint her eyes and get closer to the screen to read what he’d typed under his signature.
Fine Print: The last sentence of the last paragraph applies to the first date only. And failure to read the fine print does not, I repeat, DOES NOT, excuse you from future spankings.
She couldn’t help it: she burst out laughing. “Oh, more than just a smart guy, he’s a very clever boy,” she said with a smile before she hit reply and started typing her message to him.
Hi, Smart Guy, or should I call you “Clever Boy?” I really enjoyed your message and you were correct: BSA does stand for Big Spankable Ass. And so far, you’re the only person to actually figure it out. How did you do it?
At this point, her fingers hesitated over the keys as she thought about Nicholas. She realized now that she’d been hoping she hadn’t scared him away and that maybe they could start again. After all, he’d been after her for months for a date. She sighed again. “At any rate, whatever he wants, I have to at least see the game through,” she murmured, and finished typing her reply.