by Stacey Lynn
When she still didn’t move, I continued. “Or you can say red and I can leave. Don’t forget the choice to submit is always yours.”
“But while I’m submitting, it’s your way or no way.”
“Yes.” I tapped my fingers on the chair, letting her see my growing impatience. She understood enough to know she was stalling fruitlessly. “And if you choose not to kneel, I can spread you over my knees for disobeying and disrespecting. Last chance to make the choice.”
That lit a fire under her. She scampered to the side of the chair, and dropped to her knees, one at a time, setting the glass of water on the table next to her while she moved.
“Is this okay, Ben—Mr. Ashby?”
She’d remembered. On her knees, she sat back on her heels, like she knew exactly what I wanted. The hem of her dress rode up to the tops of her thighs. If I leaned down, I’d finally get to know what color panties she was wearing. Her hands were on her knees, palms up and I grinned.
“You’ve spoken to Miranda about this quite a bit, haven’t you?”
She nodded.
“You look beautiful. For reference, though, when I have my subs kneel, they do it naked and with their knees further apart so I can see their pussy whenever I want.”
She jerked in response and I settled my hand on top of her head, not pushing, just holding her steady. “And before you say anything,” I said, dropping my voice. “You’ve pleased me Rebecca. For your sake, I’ll go slow tonight. I’m simply letting you know my preference. But you’ve done well. Thank you for not safe wording.”
She shivered, goose bumps popped on her arms and I resisted the urge to dig my fingers into her scalp. For someone so hesitant, she was awfully turned on.
“Tell me, Rebecca.” I massaged her scalp to calm her. And to touch her. Damn I wanted my hands on her ass. “When you’re like this at my feet, kneeling, how do you feel?”
“Not as uncomfortable as I thought, Mr. Ashby, but still weird.”
“And if I tell you that you here, at my feet, waiting to please me makes me hard as cement, how does that make you feel?”
“Jesus,” she whispered. “I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. Tell me. Are you wet? Are you thinking about how turned on I am by this?”
Her throaty, raw and breathless voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m wet, sir.”
Sir. Holy shit. Never had that one simple word done so much to me. It slammed into my chest and my fingers dug into her hair like I’d been trying to resist. Hell. This woman.
“Good girl. Thank you for your honesty. Are you ready to continue?”
“Can I ask—”
“We’ll do whatever I say. That’s what will happen next.”
She shuddered as she breathed heavily, blowing it out through her parted lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick, my shaft lodged deep in her throat as I shot down deep inside of her. She was undoing me more than any woman I’d met and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
What the hell had I gotten myself into with her?
“I’m ready, sir.”
Yes. Music to my ears.
“I want you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.”
She hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours yet.
Heat seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me.
Or the blush on her cheeks.
Or the glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about something more than just submitting. She wanted something.
“What would you like, sub?”
Nothing like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again and again and again.
“Tell me, Rebecca. You’ve had time to think about it. What would you like me to do tonight?”
“I’m having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.”
I could have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t. It was much more fun to keep her guessing.
“If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.”
She glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.”
Not what I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes.
She went right for the gusto.
Awesome. Because I couldn’t wait.
“Very well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then show me where your room is.”
Chapter Six
Rebecca
I expected my request to surprise him.
Shame on me.
I’d only known Bennett as a boss for a couple of months, but I should have known I wouldn’t get the upper hand with him. He was successful in business because he seemed to have a direct line to the future. Why would this be different?
“Sir?”
His hand on my neck tightened, gripping me in a way that didn’t scare me, but my pulse still jumped. Every time he touched me, shivers of delight spread through my veins. Just like in the bar when he was so close, he made me feel funny things. Unknown things.
He’d clearly scrambled my brain.
“You heard me, Rebecca. And I know you’re new, and I know you’re nervous, but if you continue to question every command I give you, you will not need your safe word because I will be gone. Obey, yellow, or red. Those are your choices. Questioning me without respectfully asking me to explain or pause or slow down is rude, and I’m done warning you. Now, if you want the spanking you requested, you’ll get it. But first, you need to stand and strip and lead me to your room.”
This man. The arrogance he wore in the office like his well-fitted suit was on fine display. But damn it. In the office, it made me want to stab him in the jugular with a pen. In my own house, at his knees, if the consistent pulsing at my sex was any indication, I wasn’t the least bit infuriated.
Damn it. I wanted this, even if it was terrifying and uncomfortable. He was explaining everything and giving me time. And like he’d reminded me, I had options.
But I was never one for backing down.
“You’re right sir,” I said, placing my palms to the floor. I rose on shaking legs. “Thank you for your reminder.”
“Beautiful,” he murmured. My hands went to the bottom of my dress. Bennett’s gaze had watched me stand and then dropped to where my hands fell. He was so close to me. His knee brushed against mine as I stepped back to put space between us.
“No,” he said, still murmuring. His voice was thick, gritty. “Come stand in between my legs when you undress.”
Oh shit. I stayed in place and he arched a brow. Damn it. I didn’t want him to leave. He’d started this crazy, swirling mess inside me, and now I wasn’t only curious to see how it ended, I wanted it.
Just once. One night. A spanking and a wild night of fucking.
I could totally do this.
I stepped forward and stood between his legs. His hands fell to my hips. “Thank you, Rebecca. You’re doing very well.”
His thumb swiped inside my hip bones. Fantastical sensations swirled in my stomach. Oh God
. Just his thumbs touching me through my dress were making me wet.
I couldn’t ever remember a time, or a man, who made me feel like this. Even my handy-dandy plug-in electric vibrator never made me feel this hot and needy. And that thing was a miracle worker.
“Your Dom gave you a compliment, sub. What do you say?”
Sub. I should have been disgusted. Last week, I would have been. When Bennett said it, with those eyes fixed so deeply on me, something entirely different ignited.
Something like comfort and contentment. How odd, that.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Very well. Now strip. You can’t imagine all the times I’ve thought about your body, how many times I’ve stroked off to the vision of your ass and your breasts seared into my brain. How many times I’ve wanted to suck on your nipples, and wonder if your undergarments are as conservative as your clothes.”
“Are you always so crass?”
“Does it offend you to hear a man thinks you’re sexy?” Another arched brow. Another challenge.
And when he put it that way, no. That wasn’t what I was feeling at all.
“No it doesn’t.” Before I could second-guess myself again, before I could make him angry, I curled my fingers at the hem of my dress. It was stretchy and clingy. It also didn’t have a zipper. So I pulled it up and off me as quickly as I could, my hair brushing against my lower back as it fell.
And holy shit. I’d never a seen a man watch me so intently. So fixed on me that I actually saw lust and need hit him so fiercely he clenched his jaw to keep from growling. Whether that was what Bennett did or not, didn’t matter. It was what it looked like, what it said to me, and that look, that tightness in his jaw and the low groan deep in his throat sent something else spiraling through me. Something unknown and unexperienced.
Confidence.
Before that evaporated, I removed my strapless bra and dropped it to the floor.
“Stop.” He’d removed his hands when I reached for my dress, but now they were back. Thumbs at the satin edge of my black thong. Eyes glued to the center of my thighs.
“Bennett? I mean, sir?” He hadn’t spoken, hadn’t moved. But his heated gaze was doing wicked things to my nipples. They pebbled and tingled. Painful. Hard. God, I wanted to pinch them to relieve the ache he created. “You staring at me is making me wet.”
He nodded once, brushing his thumbs beneath the band of my panties.
“Thank you for your honesty.” He gripped the thin satin strip of my thong and tugged. He leaned forward, his lips resting just below my navel. “I’m taking off your panties. God, I can smell you. Do you know how delicious you smell when you’re aroused? I could bottle this, inhale it every time my dick gets hard and it’d get me off.”
His words were nasty. And yummy. Was this what D/s was all about? Making someone else so turned on they turned to a puddle of goo? So far, he’d been bossy, but respectful. And every time he commanded me to do something, he followed it with a compliment so descriptive I could probably get off by his words alone.
The cool satin slid down my thighs and my pussy clenched as cool air grazed across the exposed parts of me.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. “Can I? Here?”
I didn’t even understand why he asked. But before I could answer, his thumb brushed against my already swollen clit. “Yes,” I gasped, my knees wobbling. “Please.”
His lips brushed against me. “I wasn’t expecting you bare, but fucking hell you’re sexy, sub. So damn sexy.” Another brush of his lips, no tongue, only little flickers of his lips on my clit and above it.
“Please,” I whispered, gasping as he continued teasing me. “I could come.”
“I know. And you will.” He pulled back, pushing me with his hands at my hips as he stood. He didn’t let go of me until he stood directly in front of me. “As soon as you’re done with your spanking, unless you don’t come during it.”
“Oh God.” I swayed forward and he placed his hand at my hip. “I don’t know...”
“You can do this. You’ve been perfect so far, a spanking will be mind-blowing. Trust me, Rebecca.” One hand at my waist another slid up my arm to my shoulder and cupped the side of my throat. Both of his thumbs moved, tender, caresses just beneath my jaw and at my lower stomach. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I croaked. I cleared my throat. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Then show me to your room.”
I didn’t want to go there. My room, my bed, my personal space. It seemed so intimate, and this was quickly unraveling into something more than what seemed like a session. He was being too tender, too gentle.
“Can we stay out here?”
“Is going to your room a hard line for you?”
I blinked rapidly. How could I explain without seeming naive? Impossible.
“Let me guess,” Bennett said, he tugged me toward him until my breasts brushed against his shirt. The fabric abraded my nipples and I moaned from the friction. His lips were at my ear, warm breath skating across my cheek. “You don’t want to go to your room tomorrow or the next day or in a week, and have to look around your room and have the vivid memory of what you know is coming. You want the distance and the separation so when I’m walking by you at work, not mentioning this night, you won’t later return to your room and remember the way my body makes you feel still lingering in your bed.”
Since I couldn’t argue with him, I stayed silent.
And that was when he rocked me more than he already had. “Here’s the thing, though, sub. Is that I want you to have those memories. I want you to have those struggles, because I want you to someday walk into my office, drop to your knees, and ask me, beg me, to do this to you all over again, as often as I want.”
Shit. He had to be kidding.
“Now, we’ve discussed this before. Room or Red.”
“Room,” I breathed out before I could overthink it. I wouldn’t beg him. I wouldn’t drop to my knees on the floor of his office regardless of how good the night was. I was a woman of my word, and I’d already set the parameters.
I would never kneel before Bennett in his office and beg him to spank me.
“I’ll follow you. For too many weeks now, I’ve jacked off to the sway of your ass, wondering how plump and perfect it would be, and now I get to see it.”
He spun me around so my back was to him and I led the way past my fireplace, one guest room, and the only bathroom in the house that you could enter from either the hallway or my bedroom. Without pausing, I pushed open the door to my bedroom and walked straight into the large space. The house was small and nothing special, the bedroom sold me on the place. The room was large because at some point, this home had three bedrooms. Somewhere along the way, a wall had been knocked down. In its place was a sitting area where I had a chaise lounge beneath a large window.
Next to it, a fireplace that had been added on with the room demolition. Most nights, I came to my room to wind down before bed and ended up reading on the chaise in front of the fireplace. Especially in the winter and fall when it was frigid outside. The windows in my living room hadn’t been updated and could be drafty but my room was cozier, homier.
There wasn’t a hint of draft or chill in the room when he entered behind me, the click of the door echoing like a gong drum.
His voice rumbled behind me starling me. “I’ve imagined you over my knee squealing as I lay my hands on you, but tonight I’ve decided we’re going to do something different.”
“Like ignore this insanity and you’ll leave and we’ll pretend this never happened?”
“Ah, don’t back out on me now Rebecca.” His hands curved around my shoulders. With my back to him, I couldn’t see him, but as his hands slid down my arms, up the curve of my hips and around my waist, his touch left what I knew would be a la
sting impression.
I leaned into him, the gentle grazing of hardened, callused palms on my pebbled abdomen. His hands spanned my waist and pushed me forward until I was in front of the wall, hands falling forward to stop my fall.
“What the—”
“Quiet,” he said in my ear. His voice, the warm rasp of his voice so delicious, I shivered. “How are you doing?”
One of his hands slid up my side, cupped my jaw and pressed, turned me until I faced him. Our eyes were inches apart, our lips even closer.
A whimper stuck in my throat. His eyes, deep brown pools, swirled with warmth as his gaze flittered over my face. His hand was soft on my cheek. It was that look, the same exact one he’d given the woman he whipped earlier that undid me.
“Bennett,” I whispered.
Lips quirked at one side. “You remember what you’re supposed to call me, right?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ashby. I forgot. Please.”
“Please what?”
Again, I couldn’t summon the energy to find his goading as irritating as it was in the office. Instead, I wanted it. Wanted his teasing and his pushing and my goodness I wanted his hands on me however they came. “Please spank me, sir.”
His forehead pressed against mine. Hands digging in at my waist and my cheek. “Hell, Rebecca. I am undone by you.”
We were even then.
His lips trailed my cheek, skated down to my jaw and then back to my ear. “Now, make sure your palms are flat on the wall and stick this sexy backside out for me. Okay? Let me know when you’re ready.”
My stomach dropped to the floor. My fingers stretched on the cool wall, the plaster ice against my skin. Tipping my butt out, I pressed my fingertips until my knuckles could pop.
“Ready, Mr. Ashby.” How in the hell could I go back to the office on Monday and call him that? I’d have to find another name for him.
Silence thickened the room. He stood behind me, not touching me, yet my skin grew tight with want. I waited for what seemed like forever until his palm pressed against my lower back. “I could look at you all night.”