Over the Knee
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“Miss Willoughby,” said Leo, naked and walking toward her. “You’re practically eating me with your eyes. It’s very flattering.” He came to stand by Emma’s head, his hard handsome cock inches above her.
Emma craned her neck back for a better view of him, making Leo laugh softly.
“I can see I’m going to have to allow you a small sample,” he said, bending down to adjust the bench. The top tier of the bench squeaked as it lifted, positioning Emma a fraction higher. When Leo stood, his erect cock was level with her lips.
“Show me what you can do,” he said, stepping closer.
Hungrily, Emma opened her mouth to take him. She slid her lips straight down to his root, maintaining a snug wet grip all the way. Leo gasped as if her zeal for him had knocked him off guard. Emma drew back, lips tight, and began to bob up and down on his length.
“Sheesh,” muttered the earl, a note of surprise in his voice.
Emma released her hold on the handles and clasped Leo’s slender hips instead. Leo rested his hands on Emma’s shoulders as she worked him with her lips. Within her mouth, he was bulky and resilient, the intimate scent of him filling her nostrils as she glided down to his base. The end of his cock nudged the back of her throat and Emma eased forward as far as she could, taking the head of him in the deepest reaches of her mouth. Leo gasped, transferring his light clasp from her shoulders to her head.
“Emma,” he gasped, as she held his tip in the enveloping tightness of her throat.
Emma drew back, panting slightly around his hardness, then took him deep again, loving the feel of him in her throat, so blunt and powerful. He tightened his grip on her head. Moments later, Leo withdrew from her, slow and reluctant.
“You need to stop doing that,” he breathed, “or you’ll finish me before I’ve finished with you.”
Emma gulped for breath as Leo stepped aside. “Sorry, Sir.”
Leo laughed gently. “Apology not needed, I can assure you. Are you ready for me to take full ownership of your poor, punished bottom? I’m not sure I can last much longer without fucking you where you need it most.”
He moved away to tug down a small square door in one of the wood-paneled walls, revealing two shelves on which stood an assortment of bottles and tubes. He selected a slender black bottle then returned to stand behind Emma, positioning himself between her bound, parted legs.
“Let’s dance,” he said quietly. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Emma groaned at the sensation of his wet hand pressing into the cleft of her buttocks and rubbing cool, slippery goo into the split of her cheeks. The contrast of the cold lubricant against the sizzling heat of her buttocks was delicious. Leo slid his fingers up and down, skimming her pussy lips and clit before rising to focus on the puckered entrance of her rear. With a firm, strong touch, he rubbed circles around her tender opening, making Emma moan and coo in blissful surprise. She’d had no idea she was so sensitive there. Leo’s ministrations inflamed her, sparking darts of need and turning her narrow entrance into a zone of hunger. When he drove a finger into her, Emma released a low sigh of pleasure, craving more. Leo obliged with a second finger, pushing moisture inside her and softening the tension of her muscles. Emma’s body yielded to him, accepting the intrusion.
“Good girl,” said Leo. “I knew you’d love it. Easy now.” He drove in a third finger, making Emma whimper as the ring of her resistance stretched to take him.
Leo spent time opening her up, his wrist twisting and thrusting until Emma was so open and slick with lube she was confident his cock would fit perfectly. She ached for him to fill her but a guilty thought nagged through the mist of her hunger. She was about to experience the greatest intimacy with him, and yet she was only in his home because she was lying. Well, if not lying, then being economical with the truth.
The urge to confess that the library couldn’t buy his collection swamped her senses. It was wrong and unfair to be trusting each other so wholeheartedly if the very reason for Emma’s presence was fraudulent. She wanted to tell him the truth and yet she didn’t want to risk ruining everything they’d built so far. It wasn’t simply that she felt bad for deceiving him. She felt bad because she assumed he had a lot of hope invested in her professional interest. He was short of funds, his house was in disrepair, and his future plans most likely rested on whether he could gain money from selling off his unique, kinky library and various other assets.
“Leo…” she began. “I need to tell you something.”
“And I need to tell you something too, Emma. I need to tell you I don’t usually want someone as urgently and as wholly as I want you.” He continued to massage her narrow depths. “I want your arse, your pussy, your head, your heart. I want all of you. No secrets, no hidden places, no taboos.”
He eased his fingers from her then stepped closer between her spread, manacled legs.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
Emma gasped her assent as he pressed the hard, rounded head of his cock to her oiled entrance, all ethical worries vanishing from her mind. Who cared about libraries and lies? Leo’s cock and where it was about to venture was Emma’s paramount concern. As he edged forward, his swollen shaft forced Emma’s muscled ring to open around him. She cried out, clasping the leather-clad handles of the bench as tightly as she could. The tip of him was inside her, and she felt stretched to the brink, unable to imagine how the rest of his length might fit.
“Shhh,” said Leo soothingly. “Relax.”
Emma did her best to comply as, with a slow, careful thrust, Leo drove forward, his inexorable momentum widening her tightness. When he was lodged to the hilt, Emma gasped, panting for breath. She wanted him to withdraw to alleviate the pressure of penetration, and yet she didn’t want him to move for fear that the pressure might increase. But either way, it didn’t matter because Leo was the one in control, the one making all the decisions. The thrill of that outweighed any physical discomfort or psychological uncertainty Emma felt. Leo eased back, his hands spread across her sore, thrashed bottom, then glided in deep once again, filling her with his solid flesh.
Emma cried out again as he gained speed. Her initial resistance gave way to a dark, fierce delight as her narrow passage clung to his driving shaft. She’d never felt anything so hard, deep and intimate, and her head spun in a whirl of confusion. She felt she owed him the truth. How could they be so profoundly connected when she was keeping him at a distance by withholding unwelcome information? It was wrong, immoral, dangerous.
“I have a confession to make,” she blurted.
Leo pounded on, his grip on her buttocks strengthening, his possessive fingers digging into her raw, blazing buttocks. “Me too,” he gasped. “Me too!”
“I… I…” began Emma.
“Hush,” snapped Leo. “Later.”
The instruction was enough to allow Emma to push her doubts aside and surrender to the sensations of having Leo hammering inside her. Every thrust made her ache for the next one, and before long, Leo was fucking her with easy, powerful strokes. The heat from his spanking merged with the heat stoked by his cock, and Emma was a lava-hot whirl of gathering ecstasy.
“I’m going to come,” gasped Leo, snatching himself free from her. “All over your bright red arse.”
Leo’s body shuddered as he jerked off behind her, then, to Emma’s utmost delight, he touched her swollen pussy. Pinching her lips in scissored fingers, he squeezed the shaft of her clit to expose the tender bud. He massaged and pinched as he shook his thick, solid length to its limit. With a staccato cry, he climaxed, sending ribbons of cum showering down on Emma’s blazing cheeks.
Barely pausing for breath, he transferred his attentions to Emma’s greedy, tender pussy. He dropped between her spread legs, crouching beneath the high tier of the bench, and fastened his hot, wet mouth to her engorged clit. He hooked two stern, hard fingers inside her, rubbing at her G-spot as his lips worked their magic. By slurping, sucking and flicking, he brought Emma to the
verge of climax in no time at all.
“Ah…ah,” she cried then she peaked, tremors of arousal lifting her to a plateau of bliss before she tumbled headlong into wild, spasming ecstasy.
Leo kept his mouth and fingers in place as if hungry to feel every shiver and shudder. Emma gasped for breath, wrung out with pleasure, trying to ignore the faint nagging voice reminding her of her dishonesty.
After a pause, Leo withdrew his mouth and fingers. “You’re a delightful submissive,” he said, crawling out from beneath the apparatus. “So accepting and responsive. I knew I could trust you to let me do these things to you.”
“No,” muttered Emma. “Don’t trust me. I haven’t been very honest with you. I need to tell you—”
“My God,” he breathed, standing. “Right now, you could confess to the world’s most heinous crime in history and I’d probably forgive you.”
A moan of relief escaped Emma’s lips. “You too,” she replied, wondering whose confession would be worse. She fancied it would be Leo’s. While hers was work-related, she dreaded hearing that he had, say, a lunatic ex-wife in the attic or a gaggle of bastard children gunning for his blood and inheritance.
“Or if I couldn’t forgive you outright,” said Leo, unbuckling the straps around Emma’s legs, “I’m sure I’d be able to conjure up an appropriate punishment. So tell me what’s bothering you. Here, let me help you off that thing.”
Leo aided Emma as she climbed down from the spanking bench, her legs wobbly, her head spinning.
“Oh, Sir,” said Emma, clinging to him. “Leo, I’m sorry. I want to be able to please you but I’m afraid I’m going to be a let-down.”
Leo held her close, drawing her head to his chest and stroking her hair, which had tumbled into a mess of knots, clips and straggles. “I doubt you’re capable of disappointing me,” he said. “I, on the other hand, am sure to prove unworthy of you. I wish it were otherwise.”
“No,” said Emma. “Like I said, I can’t think of anything that would alter my feelings for you.”
Leo tilted Emma’s chin, forcing her to meet his cool, blue eyes. “So who goes first?”
“I will,” blurted Emma, desperate to unburden herself. She stepped away from him, wondering if she could phrase her confession in such a way that might make it seem less awful. Leo watched her, concern shadowing his handsome face.
Emma paced up and down before perching on the edge of the luxurious bed, resting her scorched buttocks on the cool, soothing silk of the crimson and gold covers. She wondered if she’d ever be invited back here, if they’d one day make love on this vast bed, or if she’d blown it by lying and treating his financial predicament with casual disregard.
“Please tell me,” urged Leo, taking a seat beside her on the bed.
Emma drew a deep breath, eyes pinned to the lush, crimson carpet, wringing her hands in nervousness. She spoke in a rush, “We can’t buy your books, I’m so sorry! I wish we could. But they’re too obscene, too risqué. I know you need the money but I can’t pretend we have anything to offer you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come back after yesterday. I should have told the truth but—”
Leo released a huge, hearty laugh. “Well, thank heavens for that because I’ve no intention of selling.”
Emma turned to him, frowning. “You haven’t? Then why—”
“Because I saw you at the library a couple of months ago, and I knew I had to have you. The way you looked, the way you moved, the way you smiled…”
“What do you mean?” asked Emma. “Have we met? I’m sure I would have remembered.”
“No, we never spoke. I was in the reference library and I spotted you. I was hoping to research Mercy Bamford. She was clearly very important to my great-great-grandfather and I was intrigued to learn more about her. Family tree stuff. Marriage, deaths. I saw you there on a couple of occasions. You looked to me like a natural submissive. Those shy eyes. The way you move, so precise and careful. I figured you might be a woman who would enjoy relinquishing control every now and again. So I asked a member of staff who you were. Then I cooked up this whole cock and bull story about wanting to sell, hoping you’d be the person who’d turn up to check out my library.” Leo scanned Emma’s face. “You’re not cross with me, are you?”
Emma laughed. “You set this up?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“And there was I,” said Emma, “worrying about telling you the library wouldn’t be able to buy.”
“I guessed they wouldn’t,” said Leo. “I downplayed the particulars of the collection in the hope of snagging your interest.”
Emma continued to laugh. “It was quite a gamble. I’m not the only archivist at the library. You might have ended up with a visit from my colleague, Malcolm Simkins.”
Leo grinned. “Does he enjoy getting spanked?”
Emma laughed and landed a playful slap on Leo’s bare chest. “Don’t put images like that in my head.”
Leo pulled Emma close and pressed an affectionate kiss to her forehead.
“What will you do?” she asked. “I know you need the money to renovate—”
“No, no, no, I’m fine for money,” said Leo, sitting back to address Emma directly. “This is all about you. Don’t you understand? I’ve wanted you from the moment I clapped eyes on you. I sensed you were a woman who had the strength to surrender to a man if she thought he merited such a gift. I hoped I might be such a man to you. Am I?” He took both Emma’s hands in his as he awaited her reply.
“Yes, oh yes,” breathed Emma. “I thought I might be a throwaway fling to you, but this means so much more to me than that.”
“And me too.”
“I just wanted an excuse to keep visiting you. That’s why I lied.”
“You need no excuses,” said Leo. “I want you to be mine. I want to hold you, love you, spank you, own you.”
“I want that too,” said Emma. “Make me yours.”
“I intend to,” said Leo. “There’s only one problem.”
“Oh?”
Leo stood and gazed down his nose at her, eyes narrowing. “You keep forgetting to call me ‘Sir’, Miss Willoughby.”
“Damn it,” said Emma, laughing.
“And an oversight such as that can only be corrected with further punishment. Don’t you agree?” Leo walked away to retrieve the tawse from the floor.
“Yes. Yes, of course.”
“Yes, what?” Leo stood in front of Emma, tapping her nipples with the split leather strap, swinging it back and forth.
“Yes, Leo,” said Emma as the tips of her breasts crinkled with desire. “Yes, please.”
Leo laughed. “You’re delightful.”
“Thank you,” replied Emma, leaving a long pause before adding, “Sir.”
About the Author
Dolly Watt has been spinning saucy stories in her head for over a decade but has only recently sat down at a keyboard and allowed her imagination to run riot. And oh boy, does it run!
Dolly (Dolores for long) lives in rural Sussex with her handsome husband, their two kids, and a growing menagerie of pets in a house she describes as ‘shabby chic’ in the hope of convincing herself it doesn’t resemble an explosion at a jumble sale.
Dolly loves writing character-driven erotic romance with a side order of kink and laughter.
Dolly is working on a number of short stories while the house falls down around her, and the children turn feral.
Email: dollywattwatt@gmail.com
Dolly loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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Excerpt
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“A hot fuck with whipped cream.” Roxy cocked her hip, then stared at her co-worker, Gina. “You asked.”
Gina fumbled with her tray, then placed it on the bar top. “I didn’t think you’d answer me quite so honestly, or so loudly.”
Roxy grinned and picked up her margarita order. “You asked, I answered.” Served Gina right. Gina lived to drive her crazy. Tonight, she wasn’t going to win. Roxy wound her way across the restaurant and delivered the drink orders. She checked her tables, then headed back to the registers to print up the bills.
“Hey, Roxy, do you have a moment?” Her boss, Elias McDowell, touched her arm. “I need to talk to you.”
Roxy grabbed the string of receipts then followed Elias to the kitchen. “I have to deliver these.” She shoved each piece of paper into the proper bill folder. “Elias?”
Of the two men who ran Delight Tonight, she liked Elias a lot. He always smiled, treated her with dignity and jumped in to help during the supper rush. She liked him, but not like Sean. Sean Malkin, Elias’ partner in the restaurant, made her skin tingle. He rarely spoke and hardly visited the restaurant. When he did show up, he spent all of his time in the office. Most of the servers avoided him. Maybe it was his height or his piercing green eyes. He walked with a swagger and demanded respect wherever he went. Her pussy quivered. Thinking about the cover-model-sexy man ratcheted her heat level up so many notches.
Elias opened the door to the office, then waved his hand. “Have a seat.” He took the bill folders from her hands. “Monique? Take these to her tables.”
The newer server nodded to Elias. “I’ll bring them back to you.” She disappeared into the main banquet room, leaving Roxy alone with Elias.