A Kept Woman

by New Dawning Books

  Derek set his coffee on the kitchen island and took the paddle from her hands. Arianne walked over to couch and bent over the back. “In this position my ass is at perfect swing height. Punish me.”

  “How will I know if I am hurting you?” He slapped his hand with the paddle. “This is quite hard. It is going to cause some pain. A couple of strikes from Randolph and your ass is bruised.”

  “I want to accept the pain. My ass is going to turn pink and you are going to be aroused. You are going to inflict a small amount of pain on me and be thrilled by the domination. I am going find the pain erotic. It will make me wet and make my nipples erect. Should you strike too hard, or if I’ve reached a pain threshold, I will say stop. We must trust each other here. I trust you. I respect your concern about hurting me and I know you will stop when I request it. Randolph was evil and he must be forgotten. To me, he does not exist.”

  “I understand that I have to trust you not to let me hurt you, but if your ass is turning pink—”

  “There are levels of pain. A smack on the ass…or more truthfully several smacks will cause me pain and may bring tears to my eyes, but it will not harm me. It isn’t like being stabbed. Think of it as a playful pain. Now, for the sin of trying to ensnare you, I want fifteen strokes on each cheek. I will accept all of them. I’ll only say ‘stop’ if you aren’t hitting me hard enough. I don’t mean a baseball swing. I mean enough force to leave a red mark on me and make the flesh on my ass understand what I did wrong.”

  “Then you must talk to me as I punish you. Am I pushing you too close to your limit? I will need to learn how much force to apply. If I am swinging blindly, I will err on the side of compassion.”

  “Because deep down inside that is your character. The cold impersonal Derek Davenport is a mask he puts up to protect himself. No more talking. Punish me.”

  She walked back over and repositioned herself over the couch. Checking his distance and swing, he moved the paddle back then over to touch her left butt cheek. Pulling his arm back, he dealt a firm smack to her. “One,” she said. Again he struck her. “Two. That feels good. I don’t want good. Harder.” Talking a big breath, he swung. “Three. There is no one here judging you. Release yourself to my will. Punish me.” The fourth crack caused a yelp to escape her lips.

  By the sixth stroke Derek had found his swing. He was comfortable with the pain he was inflicting and becoming aroused by the pink tinge on Arianne’s left cheek.

  At fifteen, Arianne released the grip her teeth had on her bottom lip. “I thought that would never end.”

  His hand slid over her sore flesh. “It feels hot. Are you ready?” He tapped the other cheek.

  “No! I don’t want to.”

  “But you said you’d accept the fifteen.”

  “Yes, but it hurts.”

  “Is that a stop?” Arianne mumbled something that Derek didn’t catch. “I asked you, is that a stop?”

  “No,” she said louder. “I said I would accept my punishment and I will. Please Derek, fifteen more. Teach me.”

  “Count them for me. I will not count. If you don’t tell me when I reach fifteen, I will continue.”

  “One!” she yelped as the paddle struck her right cheek. Still white it was now ready to face its punishment. “Two.” Knuckles white, her fingers gripped the edge of the couch.

  “Three.

  “Four.

  “Five. This hurts, but the thrill is erotic. Continue.

  “Six.” By fourteen, tears rolled down her cheeks. With great relief she gasped out her last strike. “Fifteen!” As her bottom tingled, Derek’s hand caressed it. Regaining control of herself, Arianne stood accepted the paddle and returned it to the table. Derek’s eyes followed the pink cheeks as they moved across the room. She caught the small grin that was on his mouth when she returned.

  Keeling before him, she said, “We need to list my wrong doings so that I may be punished for them.” She hung her head. “I was not a good employee. I did not obey my boss. You told me no personal involvement, but I fell in love with you. I was bad and I have accepted my punishment for that. Next, I did not keep that love buried inside of me and away from our business relationship. I told you my feelings, which to you would seem like a threat. Then I tried to force you to admit that you had the same feelings. And that was very bad.”

  “Very bad.”

  “I irritated you. You refused to come and see me for three weeks then you disappeared down here. That was when I realized how insubordinate I’d been. You are a powerful and busy man. You do not need me to add more stress to your life. I should only bring you joy and pleasure. You told me it was all about you and now I understand.”

  He crossed his arms. “Continue.”

  “I had to be brought down here and be made to accept my errors. You should be using me for your pleasures not instructing me in my mistakes. You have to deal with a disobedient employee. I should be fired, but instead I will be punished and I will learn.”

  “It’s going to be a long day.”

  Arianne looked up and smiled. Derek seemed to be accepting her conditions. “But not all of it will involve a paddle. Some parts should involve a mouth.” She reached up and released his pants. “You instructed me as to my misdeeds. Now I should show my appreciation.” She unzipped his pants, reached inside and pulled him out. His breath quickened as she covered his swelling penis with tiny kisses. While she slipped him into her mouth, she lowered his pants to his ankles then grazed his bare ass with her fingernails.

  Gripping him with her lips, she began to make love to his hard cock. She would alternate between furious stokes and soft velvety caresses. Her hands stroked the places on him that he had punished on her. Her soft touch on him was antitheses to his firm strike on her bare flesh. His hips began to buck into her. She glanced up. Derek’s eyes were closed. He was lost in the moment. She sucked him deeper into her mouth, repeatedly deep-throating him. As she felt him tense, she clawed at his ass, sinking her nails deep into his flesh.

  “Aah!” His release filled her mouth. She pulled back, trying to continue pleasuring him and not choke.

  “Gawd, that was good,” he whispered.

  She released him and said, “It is always a pleasure to please you.”

  “It is always a pleasure to be pleased.”

  Scurrying to her room, she opened a drawer and returned with two pairs of leather cuffs with long straps. She secured one to her right wrist and then indicated that Derek follow her outside. After tossing the other pair of cuffs on a chair, she removed a hanging plant from its support and tossed the strap over it. Holding out her left hand, she said, “Secure me please. Arms over my head. Yes, that’s good. Now my body is yours. Please yourself and me.”

  After tightly wrapping the leather strap to the plant support and then securing her left wrist, Derek stood back and admired Arianne’s naked body. “This part, I like.” His hands rubbed her nipples, enticing them to swell. He lowered his head and slipped the closest one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, making it wet and hard.

  The touch of his tongue on her breast made her clit start to tingle. “I have missed your touch on me.”

  Derek raised his head and faced her. His eyes were dark with passion. “I want to take you. Be inside you and feel you all around me. I tried to ignore you…to forget you but I can’t.” His mouth hungrily found hers. Both tongues explored each other. His hands traced the feel of her body, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her buttocks and the moistness between her legs. He knelt and ran his tongue along the inside of her right thigh. She moaned with pleasure.

  With a voice filled with sexual pleasure, he said. “I can feel how hot you are.”

  Pushing her legs open, his thumbs reached up and spread her folds open. Raising his head back, his tongue found her swollen clit and lapped at her like a dog drinking from his water bowl. Flicking it with the end of his tongue he heard the same soft moans escape from Arianne that had slipped from him. Sliding
two fingers up inside her wetness, he rhythmically stroked her. She was hot and wet against his fingers.

  “I want you inside me,” she gasped.

  He ignored her plea. Instead, he positioned himself so that he could work her with one hand, tease her breasts and nipples with the other and kiss her sweet lips.

  “You are so beautiful. Your body is so hot. I could—“He paused for a passionate kiss on Arianne’s lips.

  Arianne couldn’t speak. Sighs escaped her lips, followed by moans, but words were impossible to form. His long fingers stroked deeply inside her while his thumb alternated between rapid flicks on her clit to slow gentle rubs. The pleasurable sensation of an orgasm began to build. Arianne squirmed against his hand. He stopped moving and a squeal of sexual frustration burst from her. His soft kisses on her nipples created a deeper heat and her juices began to drip. Slipping his fingers back inside, Derek let his thumb brush the tip of her clit.

  Overwhelmed with sensations and stimulations, her pussy convulsed against his hand. He didn’t break his rhythm. He forced her to ride her orgasm to the very last pulse. When her body relaxed, he withdrew his hand. Her knees had buckled leaving her suspended from her hands.

  He released one wrist, unlooped the strap and lowered her arms. Carrying her, he placed her on a deck lounge chair and secured her hands to the sides. Then he picked up the other strap and secured her ankles to the chair so that her pussy was spread wide open and on display for his viewing pleasure.

  He picked up a bottle of sunscreen, squeezed some into his hand and spread a generous amount over her naked body. “Close your eyes. Relax. Would you like some breakfast?”

  Eyes closed, contented smile on her face, she nodded.

  “Eggs and toast? I’ll be right back.” In a few moments she heard the gentle chords of Mozart begin to fill the air. Far off in the distance she could hear the sounds of breakfast being prepared, but she felt as if they were a million miles away.

  “Still with me?” She opened her eyes. Derek was holding a tray of food. He sat next to her and picked up a fork. “Since you are a little tied up, guess I’ll have to feed you.”

  Breakfast was full of giggles, accusations and spilled messes that Derek licked off her chest. “You deliberately missed my mouth with that orange juice.”

  “What? Me? No way. Now, I am forced to lick this orange juice covered breast. Mmm. And suck this nipple.” He poured more juice on her. “This is insane,” he mumbled as he licked her clean. “I can’t keep away from you. The more I have you the more I want you. You’re like an all consuming addiction.”

  “Then it is time.”

  Derek blinked.

  “Free my ankles. Loosen my wrist straps, so that I may turn over. I believe we left the paddle inside.”

  Derek returned and stood behind her. Arianne had slid to the end of the lounge chair and was kneeling on the deck facing it, with her upper body resting on it. Her arms stretched out the length of the chair.

  He tightened the wrists straps then tapped her with the paddle. “Why am I punishing you?”

  “Because I fell in love with you.”

  “I refuse to punish you for that. I am as guilty of that crime as you are. Chose your next mistake.”

  Arianne was lost in her thoughts for a moment. Derek hadn’t said those three little words, but he’d dropped a big intimation.

  Smack. “Hello? With me here?”

  “I didn’t keep those feeling separate from our business agreement.”

  “You broke your part of the contract. And that is a bad thing. People make deals and they must trust each other to uphold their end of the bargain. Chose your punishment.”

  “Five each cheek.”

  Smack. “Fifteen and I’ll count them.”

  Fifteen rapid and sharp blows were dealt to her right buttock. Without allowing her to catch her breath, Derek proceeded to punish the other cheek. The quiver of her flesh as the paddle struck it and the bright pink glow had aroused him to full glory. He dropped the paddle and reached between her legs. She dripped wetness from the excitement and pain. He positioned himself and slipped inside. A moan of delight escaped both.

  Slowly, he pulled out so his cock filled outer region of her cunt. Teasingly he moved back and forth but didn’t slip in deeper. “You are so hot!” He reached around in front of her and caressed her clit. With a rapid plunge he buried his cock deep within her and began thrusting.

  Arianne threw her head back. “Yes! Oh gawd you feel so good. Fuck me, Derek. More!” Arianne’s hips were banging against the lounge chair with each deep thrust Derek slammed into her.

  * * * *

  With one last frantic pounding, Derek forced himself deep inside and felt his cum shoot deep into Arianne’s willing cunt. A moment later he felt a shudder pass through her body and heard a long moan escape her lips.

  Resting his sweat-covered brow on her equally wet back, Derek paused while his heart raced and lungs gasped for air. He listened to her rapid breathing and heart beat.

  Feeling his cock relax, he kissed the middle of her back, slipped out of her, took two steps back and fell into the pool to let the cool water restore him. When he surfaced, he climbed out of the pool, grabbed a towel and dried off. He undid the straps around her wrists. “Jump in the pool and cool off. I’m going to get some trunks. Don’t want to sunburn anything.”

  After a brief swim she stood next to him dripping. “Dry me,” she commanded. Derek toweled her dry then helped her to lie back on the lounge chair. “Secure me. Spread my arms and legs so that I am completely vulnerable.”

  He kissed her neck and murmured, “Your wish is my command. “

  Once he’d secured her hands above her head and her legs spread apart, he then placed a drink, with a straw, within reach of her mouth. After tilting the overhead umbrella so she was protected, he jumped back into the pool and climbed onto the floating lounge chair he‘d tossed in.

  Arianne watched him float around the pool. He was relaxed and possibly asleep. She squirmed, but was unable to free her hands. Resigned to her predicament, Arianne settled back and listened to the distant waves slap against the shoreline, far off a gull cried and she thought she heard a car door shut. Derek must have neighbors. Gawd, hope they don’t drop in for a visit.

  A darker shadow fell over Arianne and a warm hand caressed her breast. “My, my don’t we look divine all trussed up.” Arianne’s eyes snapped open. “Derek takes you away from me so he can enjoy you. Not very sporting of him. No. Don’t call out. I see he’s asleep. We shouldn’t disturb him.”

  Randolph’s hands cupped her breasts and shook them, making her flesh ripple. He grabbed her nipples and pulled. Arianne bit her bottom lip. “Good girl. Crying out in pain would be very bad. But then you learned that two nights ago didn’t you. Is your ass red? Did I bruise it? Leave my mark, so to speak?

  “The marks on my flesh are from Derek.”

  “So he does indulge his darker side. Are you in love with him? Don’t be, you silly thing.” His hand slipped down her belly and began caressing between her legs. Arianne squirmed in frustration at not being able to close her legs. “He’s only using you. Play time for the big business tycoon.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Ask him what he was doing while I had you in my lair. Where did he go after he left you in the bar?” Arianne started to answer, but he cut her off, “I’ll tell you. He went up to the fourth floor and screwed some girl’s brains out.”

  “Actually, no I didn’t.” Derek placed his hand on Randolph’s shoulder, spun him around and landed a punch squarely on his chin. “This is the second…and the last time, I tell you to get away from her.”

  Randolph stumbled back, tripped over a table leg and caught himself from falling into the pool. Standing, he brushed himself off and asked, “Why so angry? We are brothers. Masters of our women. Inflicters of pain and all of its delicious delights.”

  “I am not your brother.”

  “The w
oman is naked, spread-eagled, wet and prepared to accept you at your will.”

  Derek stepped between Arianne and Randolph. “The woman is dabbling in an erotic fantasy. Nothing more.”

  “A simple sex game?” Randolph’s voice full of amused sarcasm.

  Derek released one of Arianne’s bonds and subtly pointed to the house. Understanding, she unbuckled the others and scurried inside.

  Derek stood tall facing Randolph. “She’s mine. Back the fuck off.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Fifteen minutes later, Derek knocked on her bedroom door. Arianne poked her head out. “Is he gone?”

  “Yes.” He had changed into casual slacks and a golf shirt. “Lunch? I can fix breakfast, but after that I’m in trouble.” Aware of a very distinct change in mood in Derek, Arianne dressed and hurried to the jeep.

  Trying to sound casual she asked, “Where are we going?”

  “Restaurant at the marina,” was his short response.

  They rode in silence. Questions raced through her mind but she did not vocalize them. Once inside the restaurant, she sat quietly until the waitress took their order. They were in a private corner of the deck, overlooking the marina. “Who is Randolph?” she asked.

  “Frat brother. His father owns the Hill Hotel chain and three casinos that I know of. Basically Randolph is waiting for daddy to die so he can inherit everything.”

  Arianne paused while the waitress placed their drinks on the table. “I’d like to talk about our so called simple sex games.”

  “I don’t want to play anymore.” He gulped his drink.

  “Not in the mood?”

  “Randolph struck some chords that were too close to home.”

  “I don’t know how to go about asking what I want to discuss.” She sipped her Pina Colada.

  “What we’ve been doing has been variations on the theme of `let’s amuse a bored Derek’. Which has been fine with me, because I’m the bored Derek in this scenario and I’ve been pleasantly amused.”