by Jane Henry
She sighed. “Well I’m not your submissive so I’m not sure that matters much.”
“Oh, it matters.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“You’re lying.” She gave me a smug look.
I’d had it. I knew she was testing, needing to see how I’d react. I reached for her arm and pulled her to me, and pushed her up against the arm of the couch. She flailed her arms, but I was bigger and stronger and she was no match for me. Before I’d even processed what I was doing or how she’d react, I reared back and slapped her ass, hard, once, twice, three times.
“You’ve got something else to say to me?” I asked.
“You’re a brute!” she screamed, but oddly, she didn’t get up from where she was but stayed laying over the arm of the couch, despite the fact that I wasn’t holding her down anymore. Slowly, so slowly at first I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, her legs parted.
So that was how it was going to go?
I leaned in so my mouth was up close to her ear, and I did what I’d been wanting to do since the moment I laid eyes on her—wove my fingers through her long, silky, gorgeous hair, wrapped it around my hand, and pulled, lifting her head just enough that her mouth parted open and her eyes closed with a soft, “ohhh.”
“A brute, am I?” I whispered in her ear. “A brute for spanking your ass?”
She panted now as I tugged a bit harder, and hands gripping the edge of the couch so hard her knuckles were white. “Yes,” she whispered. “Such… a… brute.”
“But something tells me you’re the kind of girl who likes a brute, baby. Aren’t you?”
Her only response was a low moan that made my cock twitch. I pushed her feet further apart with the tip of my toe, and took in the gorgeous curve of her ass, the full, creamy thighs, and the beautiful, dimpled small of her back. I released her hair and wrapped my hand around her waist, but this time I took my time.
“What did I tell you about obeying?” I said, my low rumble making her bite her lip.
“You said…” her voice was breathless as she rose on her tiptoes, eager for her spanking. “You said… you said I had listen.”
Smack. My palm smacked straight across her ass.
“Consider this your warning,” I bit out before I landed another swat where her thighs met her ass. “Next time?” A third swat followed. “I’ll spank your bare ass.”
She let out the most adorable little squeak I ever heard, before she tipped her head to the side and whispered, “Why do I have to wait until next time?” She inhaled but then breathed out in a quick breath, as if she were afraid she’d lose her courage if she didn’t speak her mind, “I need it now.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ow!” She went up on her tiptoes with a much harder smack than I’d given her yet.
“Please!” she gasped.
“When you talk to me, you say Sir. Say that. Please, Sir.”
“Oooooh my God,” she moaned to herself, before her voice rose. “Please, Sir!”
“Very good,” I whispered, hooking the top of her panties with my thumbs and drawing them down over her luscious curves, so slowly she whimpered. The intoxicating musk of her arousal enveloped me, her thighs damp as I gently drew the thin fabric to her ankles.
“Step out of them.”
She obeyed quickly, and I rewarded her obedience with a possessive swipe up her inner thigh, pausing at the apex before I drew a finger through her folds. She stilled, even her breathing stopping.
“It’s okay, babe,” I whispered, gently stroking her. “It’s normal to feel aroused when you’re dominated. There’s nothing wrong with this.” I leaned in and kissed her temple gently, not able to stop myself from showing tenderness when the woman was so vulnerable like this. “Let yourself go. Feel it. It’ll help you relax. Just do it.”
She moaned a low, delicious sound I felt in my groin, and ground herself against my hand as I went faster, her body tensing beneath my touch, her breath coming in choppy gasps as I stroked and circled.
“Let yourself go, now. That’s a girl. Take what’s yours.”
Seconds later she was climaxing, soft little breathy gasps escaping her, her back arching as I stroked her to completion.
“Fuck yeah. That’s a good girl. Come for me, baby.” She grasped the side of the couch and writhed against my hand, her whole body spasming in ecstasy and when she was done, she collapsed against the arm of the couch. I sat down and drew her onto my lap, holding her up against me. I expected she’d be a bit emotional after that. She was new to this, and I didn’t want to push too hard. I’d never planned on going this far with her.
“Wow,” she panted. “My God. Ryder, that was amazing.”
She pulled even closer to me, burrowing herself in my arms. “Not so sure that should’ve ended that way. I mean, now you’re always going to disobey me,” I quipped.
She laughed and lifted her head, looking me in the eyes. “I’m afraid if disobeying you gets me spanked and then you do that to me, I will have a really hard time doing what I’m told.”
I frowned. “I don’t think I spanked you hard enough then.”
Her eyes went half lidded. “I’ve barely recovered and you’re trying to work me up again?”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Not incorrigible! In fact, I think I just haven’t been spanked enough.”
“Or hard enough. Maybe next time I’ll use my belt…”
“Oh my God!”
I grinned. “Do you think you’re ready for some sleep now?”
She sighed and leaned against me. “I do feel sleepier. A little confused but sleepy. I’m not sure how I can possibly fall asleep though.”
I held her for a little while. I knew this was all new to her, and it didn’t surprise me at all she found it a bit confusing. “I know you’ve been pretty sheltered.”
“Understatement of the year.”
I snorted. “Yeah. Have you had any alcohol of any sort? Wine? Beer? Mixed drinks? Sometimes that helps you sleep.”
She shook her head. “No, but that’s all the more reason for me to try it. Bring it!”
I smiled at her. “Say please.”
“Please?”
I gently pushed her to the couch. God, I loved this side of her, the adventurous, fearless girl. I got a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet in my kitchen, removed the cork, and poured her a small glass. She’d have to start slowly, as I didn’t want her getting sick on it. But it would help her sleep, maybe.
I poured a larger glass for myself, and went in to see her. She was nestled up in the corner of the couch, looking to me expectantly. “Here. Try this. Sip it slowly.”
She nodded, and took the glass, eyeing the pale, yellow liquid with a curious eye. She sniffed it and took a tentative sip. “That’s delicious,” she said, then took another sip and another.
“What’d I say about sipping slowly?”
She frowned. “I swallowed it slowly.” Her eyes met mine in challenge. I placed my glass down and leaned over, taking her glass out of her hand and placing it on the table, then grasped her chin and looked in her eyes. “Did you?” I asked.
“The issue is that you really like to push boundaries, babe,” I said, releasing her chin and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close to me. “You need to learn to obey the rules.”
She swallowed, her breath shallow, her pupils dilated. My cock strained for release, needing to claim this woman.
Her breath was so close to me now I could feel the warmth grazing my skin as she whispered up at me, “Do the rules allow for kissing?”
I responded by taking her mouth with mine, pulling her close, my hand tightening on her neck. She’d never experienced any of this before, and she hesitated at first, not knowing what to do, but I showed her by taking her. I would claim this woman, make her mine. I hadn’t had a submissive in so long, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have the push and pull. I’d taken a
ll kinds of submissives, but I loved when a woman was strong enough to stand up to me, to really challenge me.
I pulled my mouth off hers, though it killed me to do so. I wanted to sink into her, lose myself. “God, you’re beautiful, you know that?”
She shook her head. “I have no reference point, really.”
I laughed out loud. “Baby, you’re beautiful.” She sat on my lap, her t-shirt barely covering her bare ass, the white panties still pooled on the floor. “How’s that wine treating you?”
She tipped her head to the side. “It’s so weird. My head feels lighter and it seems like my words are louder and muffled all at the same time. Funny, huh? I don’t get it at all.”
“Sounds about right,” I said. “Warm? Do you feel warm anywhere?” I asked, laying her down on the couch so her back was flat against it and I pressed my body over hers.
“Only every inch of me.”
I grinned. “Is that the alcohol, or something else?”
She chuckled, a low, seductive laugh that hit me straight in the groin. “I have no idea. Not a clue. But whatever it is, please don’t stop. It’s making me forget everything. Help me forget please, Ryder.”
Part of me knew I shouldn’t be doing this. The girl was an innocent virgin ignorant to the ways of the world. She’d never been kissed or touched or even walked outside her house alone and here I was straddling her on my couch, plying her with wine after I’d spanked her ass and made her come. But when she asked me like that, when she begged me to help her forget what troubled her, I couldn’t help but give her what she asked me for.
I sobered at her request and brought my mouth to her ear. “I have toys in the bedroom, Rae. Lots of things that can help make you forget. The club is closed downstairs, and I could bring you down and show you all sorts of things that will take you to another level. And it’s my pleasure to do that.”
She looked at me, more serious now. “Really?” she whispered.
“Really, babe,” I whispered back.
She closed her eyes, as if she couldn’t hold them open anymore, and hugged me closer. “But this is nice. I don’t want to leave here. I don’t even want to go to that big, huge bed alone. It’s warm here. And safe.”
“We don’t need to do any of those things tonight. Tonight, you’ll have a little more wine, and then I’ll bring you to bed. You need rest, and tomorrow’s another day.”
She nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Ryder.”
I kissed her temple and sat her up, brushing the hair off her forehead and tucking a stray lock behind her ear. “Have one more glass of wine,” I said. “It’ll help you relax a bit.” I tipped more of the cool liquid into her glass and handed it to her, marveling at how she sat there without a care, one curvy leg tucked under her ass. She didn’t try to cover herself up like other girls did. It surprised me at first, but as I watched her, I realized that somehow, having not experienced the outside world, she hadn’t learned to be inhibited. I swallowed hard as she sipped the liquid, watching her nipples peek through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
I’d never look at the t-shirt the same again.
“What kinds of books do you like to read, Ryder?” she asked, her head tipped to the side as she watched me.
The question surprised me. “Excuse me?”
“You have books in your room and a huge collection out here.”
I smiled. “I read anything and everything. I like mysteries and suspense and fantasy, non-fiction, memoirs. Things like that.”
“Romance?”
I laughed out loud. “Um, no.”
She smiled. “Guess you don’t read every kind of book then.”
“Guess not.” I watched as she emptied her glass again.
“Christ, Rae. I told you not to drink so fast.”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
“First, because I told you not to.”
Her eyes came to mine and she sobered, her voice dropping. “Would you spank me again?”
I swallowed, my hand itching to tame her naughty ass. “Fuck yeah I would. But you have to understand you could get sick drinking too much too fast.” I took her glass out of her hand and placed it on the coffee table then fixed her with a stern look that made her squirm.
“No more.”
She crossed her arms on her chest and stared at me, as if trying to figure out how to respond. We were beginning, still feeling each other out, but she’d learn I meant what I said. I tipped a finger under her chin and got her attention. “I didn’t hear your response.”
Her eyes widened a bit but challenged me, still, not softening but probing. “What am I supposed to say again?”
“Some say Master. Some say Daddy. For now, we’ll stick with Sir.”
She looked at me from beneath lowered lashes. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. My chest swelled with the sound of it. Even though I’d directed her to call me Sir, hearing her still made me want to take her, hard, to show her that fuck yeah, I was someone who would master her.
She leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes. “I feel tired now, Ryder. I think that… wine… really hit me.” Her words were slurred. Yeah, the wine hit her alright.
“Alright. Off to bed with you. Let’s go.” I stood and reached for her, pulling her to her feet and half carrying her as she leaned her full weight on me. Fortunately, it was only a few steps to the bedroom. I took her in and turned down the comforter, and she knelt up on the bed and slid under the sheets. I tucked the blanket around her, as if it somehow symbolized a layer of protection I would give her, a defense against the dangers that surrounded her.
“Will you stay just a minute?” she whispered, her eyes already closing.
“Of course.” I ran my hand down the length of her soft, sweet hair, then raked my fingers through once more. She sighed in contentment, and snuggled deeper under the covers. I stayed there like that for a few minutes, gently rubbing her back and stroking her hair until her breathing slowed and I watched the rise and fall of the blankets as she slept.
“I’ll be right outside your door if you need me,” I whispered, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. It felt nice to say it though. She’d be safe with me. I had no idea what I would do with her or where we’d go from here, or even if she’d remember this in the morning, but for now, I would give her whatever I could.
8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rae
When I woke the next morning, the light streaming through the window indicated that daylight had long since broken. It felt a little weird, since I never slept this late. As I sat up in bed, I rubbed my eyes, wondering what time it was. Not that it mattered. I wasn’t home anymore. I wouldn’t have to wait for the sounds of my father going to work, or taking a conference call before I went down to breakfast to avoid seeing or talking to him.
As I shifted in the bed, my ass stung, and I suddenly remembered with vivid clarity. I closed my eyes, a pulse of arousal licking through me like flames to paper, starting slowly, then spreading rapidly. My head felt a bit fuzzy, but my body… my body remembered. My ass was warm, and stung, but for some reason I liked that it did. I was never spanked, even as a child, and it puzzled me that I liked that Ryder spanked me. But then again, he had an entire club of people who came here for a bit of release. Maybe Ryder would be willing to talk to me about it…
The memory of his eyes clouding over, as he pulled me by the wrist and spread me over the side of the couch, had me squirming. Before I could indulge in much more than that brief memory, a knock came at the door frame.
I pulled the covers up to my chin, which was silly considering he’d seen me practically naked the night before. Ryder entered, looking all kinds of sexy wearing nothing but the same pair of boxers he wore last night. My tummy fluttered just looking at him as he walked toward me, his dark hair tousled and his blue, blue eyes piercing. He had a shadow of stubble on his jaw, which he scrubbed a hand across while he looked at me, and my eyes traveled the length of him, down his muscled should
ers, honed abs, and the little trail of dark hair that dipped lower still. I swallowed hard.
“Morning,” he said, his voice all sleep-sexy.
“Morning,” I responded, my own voice strangely husky.
“You sleep okay?” he asked. I nodded. I’d slept well after he finally helped me relax, and now I felt my stomach rumble in hunger.
“I’m good, just hungry.”
He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, which only mussed it up more, then he crossed his arms. “How are you feeling about last night?” He leaned against the doorframe and frowned.
“About last night?” I looked away, though I didn’t want to stop looking at him. There was something intimate and sexy about his early morning tousled look. I cleared my throat. “A lot happened last night. For starters, I’m glad I’m no longer home, if that’s what you mean.”
I looked back at him. He grunted, his voice a low rumble. “Figured that much.”
“Oh. Well, then everything else was… fine.” My ass burned, my stomach dipped, and I pulled the blanket tighter under my chin.
He raised a curious brow, then nodded. “Your head okay?”
I cleared my throat. “It hurts a little.”
“You’ll have some water in a few minutes to help that.” His lips quirked a bit then. “Your ass?”
I couldn’t help but smile shyly. “My ass is fine, thank you for asking.”
He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked into the living room, talking over his shoulder. “Too bad. I was hoping it still stung a little so you’d remember to behave yourself today.”
I laughed to myself, tossing off the blanket, and he yelled out to me again. “Come on out here. I’ve got some clothes for you to choose from.”
Feeling a bit shy but excited, I left the room and followed him out to his living room. A huge, light pink bag sat on the overstuffed chair, and several others beside it. “Had an associate pick out some clothes for you. Grab something you’re comfortable in. We’ll eat breakfast, then you’re going to meet with a member of my staff. She’s a hairstylist.”