Give It To Me: Taboo Romance

by Ami Snow

  His phone rang, interrupting his musing. He fished it out of his pocket.

  “Hello?

  “It’s Lana.”

  He sighed. “Hello Lana.”

  “I’m want back in as manager.”

  This was the game they played. If it weren’t for Callie, he would have played, too. Despite their divorce, they’d still played games and had sex. Not anymore. Callie was his and he wasn’t going to do anything to spoil that.

  “Not our usual arrangement.

  In the past he’d taken her back. She’d submit to a spanking and then they’d fuck. Not today.

  “No? That young think you’re with?”

  “None of your business.”

  “I can go to HR at corporate.”

  “I own the company, Lana. You can come back, on the condition that you behave,” he said.

  “No way. I might behave, but you have to get rid of that girl. I’ll talk. I’ll tell everyone what the owner of Roe’s Retail likes to do in his bedroom.”

  He rubbed a hand down his face. “You’ll be characterized as a disgruntled ex-employee.”

  Her voice softened. “I’m your best manager. You won’t get anyone as good as I am to replace me.”

  She wasn’t wrong there.

  “Rescind the threats and I might think about it.”

  “I’ll rescind all but getting rid of that girl.”

  He sighed. “I’ll thank about it and call you later.”

  Callie had been stared at him a question in her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Lana wants to come back. She will if I fire you.”

  Callie sat up. “She does know I’m just an intern.”

  He sat on the bed, brushing a hair from her face. “You’re more than an intern. I also don’t give in to blackmail either. You and I are none of her business.”

  “Is she a good manager?”

  “She is my best. She grows sales every year for that store.”

  “Can you really afford to let her go?”

  Chapter Seven

  Callie stared up at him. He was obviously wrestling with this. She didn’t want to lose him, but she could be with him without the internship. The job would look good on her resume.

  “I’m sure I can find someone equally qualified. There are a ton of good people in the city of Chicago.”

  “You feel sentimental since she is your ex,” Callie said.

  She understood. She didn’t feel threatened by Lana. Callie knew that Al felt something for her. She sadly knew that she loved him. Maybe she should offer to quit?

  “I could quit?”

  “No.” He’d said it fast and his hand on her arm squeezed her. “I’ll sort this out.”

  “Has she figured out about us?”

  “You look like you are deep in thought. Don’t. This isn’t your problem.”

  “But it is. It involves me.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “No, Callie, it doesn’t. It involves my past and what I see as my future. I will not be held hostage by Lana. I’ll make a decision based on her past record, but she has no cause to tell me who I can hire or fire.”

  “Just tell her I’m an intern I’ll be gone after the summer.”

  A pained looked fell across his face. Was he worried about her being gone? “Leave it Callie. You need any more breakfast?”

  “Well I’m a little hungry again.”

  He smiled. “I love a woman with a good appetite. I’m going to shower while you eat. We will eventually have to go back to the store.”

  He left her to her food. She ate some more bacon, then pondered what she should do about Lana. It was her problem. Al shouldn’t have to be blackmailed because of Callie.

  She glanced out the window to see that some snow had been cleared from the street. Their fairytale was over.

  She should she call Lana and tell her that she would be gone at the end of the summer? That would save Al some trouble. Before she could change her mind, Callie picked up Al’s phone then hit redial.

  “Hello?”

  “Lana, it’s Callie. I was at the store yesterday with Al.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to know that I’m just an intern. I’m not threat to you and I’ll be back at school by September.”

  She didn’t want to leave Al, but she needed to finish school.

  “I don’t care. I want you gone. Now.”

  “Maybe Al has moved on from you. Did you ever think of that? Maybe even if I leave, that he won’t come back to you.”

  “He always comes back to me. Always. I don’t care who you are. It’s my ass he likes to spank. Everyone else is just temporary.”

  Lana was so sure of herself that Callie thought she wouldn’t be able to talk her out of it. She still had to try. “If you love him, you’ll drop this.”

  “If I love him? What do you know about love? Go back to your frat parties, little girl.”

  ***

  Al stood in the doorway, his anger rising. “Who are you talking to?”

  Callie turned to him. She’d disconnected the phone right as he watched her. “Lana.”

  Lana? What the hell was she thinking?

  He strode across the room to her. He grabbed his phone then put it on the nightstand. “I told you that was none of your business.”

  “Al I was trying to help.”

  “You didn’t do as I said. I don’t like being disobeyed, Callie.”

  Her eyes widened. He’d already spanked her today, but she clearly needed a real spanking. He was the man to do it. He didn’t back down when someone needed to be discipline.

  “I was helping. Why are you so man?”

  “Because I told you how I felt and to stay out of it. You’ve disobeyed and you must be punished.”

  “Punished?”

  “Yes, Callie. Punished. It might be more severe this time.”

  Her hand went to her ass which was probably still stinging from his belt. This was for real. She had to know where she stood with him and that she couldn’t just go off on a whim. He was in charge her.

  “Take off your robe and stand by the bed, Callie.”

  She did as he said, her head facing down.

  “Put your hands on the bed, Callie. Your ass in the air.”

  Her pale ass was now on display.

  “Spread your legs. Wide.”

  She did. “I’m sorry Al.”

  “Too late.”

  He’d put his belt back onto his pants after his shower and now he slipped it off slowly.

  “You’re going to count.”

  His erection was tight in his boxers. Hopefully he could hold out long enough to mete out the punishment.

  “Yes sir.”

  He smacked her right cheek, making sure the tip of the belt curved around her bottom.

  “One.”

  Then the left cheek.

  “Two.”

  “We’re going to ten.”

  She gasped, but he was determined.

  He smacked her left thigh. She jolted, but stayed put. “Three.”

  Her right thigh was next. “Four.”

  He could see her dripping pussy. He smacked the once. She yelped, but didn’t move out of position.

  “Five.”

  He liked that she’d taken that. He did it again.

  She hissed out the next number. The next three were back on her ass. The last two on her pussy. She’d remember what he said all day. In fact, he hoped that she wore pants today so they’d rub against all that he had spanked.

  He was hard, but this was a punishment, not sex. She would get no satisfaction.

  He might need to talk a cold shower.

  “Now, stay that way. I need another shower. Don’t move until I get back.”

  He took care of his erection in the shower. She was still in the same spot when he returned.

  “I’ll put lotion on them when you finish your shower.”

  She nodded then left him. The
water ran then she was back.

  “Do you understand what you did wrong?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good, now wear pants today. I want you to remember what I did this morning.”

  Chapter Eight

  Callie turned around to look at him. Pants would be uncomfortable, especially with her sore and aroused pussy.

  He brushed a hair out of her face. “It’s for you own good.”

  She knew that and she loved him for it. She’d be aroused all day and hate him for it, but that wasn’t the same thing.

  She dressed in cotton panties that were not thick enough to be barrier with her clothing. Her wool pants would scratch her all day. Damn. He was good because the pain made her even more aroused.

  The drove to the store. Lana greeted them.

  “You’re fired, Lana,” Al said before she said anything to him.

  “Fine. You’ll miss me.”

  She stomped away.

  The day went quicker than Callie would have thought given her discomfort. Was Al going to spank her again at the end of the day? She wasn’t sure her butt could take anymore.

  The rest of the staff had left and she found him in the office.

  “Good day?”

  “Yes it was, Callie. A very good day. I think this store is going to survive the loss of Lana.”

  “Good.”

  She would have sit down, but it hurt to do that. She hadn’t even sat at lunch. Her pussy was on fire with the rubbing from her pants.

  “Can you dispense with the spanking tonight, Callie?”

  “I probably should.”

  “I still want you. Your face has been flushed all day. I know you’ve been handling it well so you get a treat. Take off your clothes and sit on the couch.”

  She wasn’t sure she could, but she lowered herself onto the cushion and found that as long as she didn’t move, she was okay.

  Al knelt in front of her. “You are a beautiful woman, Callie.”

  She smiled up at him, not sure what he was going to do.

  He spread her thighs, then leaned down. His tongue danced over her sore lips. Her body ached and she was instantly on fire in both good and not so good ways. The good way won out as he licked her folds. Oh. God.

  She came a few minutes later. The orgasm rocked her and with each spasm her body took her butt ached. She wasn’t sure she could have sex. Or it might hurt so good.

  Al smiled up at her. “That’s your reward for being a good girl today. Hopefully you can stay that way, Callie.”

  He held her head in his hands. “I love you Callie.”

  He loved her? “Oh, Al, I love you too.”

  He kissed her and she felt so loved and safe. He would take care of her.

  “Let’s go back to the hotel and make love for real,” Al said.

  They couldn’t get there fast enough. As much as she didn’t want to put her pants back on, she couldn’t go outside without them.

  “You don’t ‘have to wear them for the rest of the night.”

  ***

  Al laughed as Callie shed her pants as soon as he closed the hotel room door.

  “You want dinner?”

  “Not if I have to put pants on. I’ll starve.”

  “We can’t’ have that.”

  He took her into his arms. “I’ll get us room service while you get naked. I’ll put some more lotion on your butt.”

  He watched her shimmy out of her clothes and he could hardly order dinner. They might have time for a quickie before dinner arrived, but he wasn’t sure.

  How had he gotten so luck as to find Callie? He have to tell her father that they were an item.

  “When do you go back to school?”

  “In four weeks.”

  “That’s all we have?”

  “Yes, but I graduate at the end of the semester.”

  “I look forward to it, Callie.”

  Then he could have that bottom red whenever he wanted. He’d have to think of some interesting transgressions. She seemed to like that there was a story behind her spanking.

  Just thinking about spanking her had his dick hard. Too hard in his pants for sure. He’d take off his clothes when the food arrived.

  It did and he shooed Callie into the bathroom. She returned when he told her the coast was clear.

  She still didn’t sit when she ate.

  “Was I too hard on you today?” he asked.

  “No, get why you did it. I’ll have to be extra good for a few days. Not sure I can handle anymore.”

  “I hope so, but then I like the made up punishments instead of the real ones.”

  “I do too. We’ll have to brainstorm ideas.”

  “I’m sure I can come up with my own, too.”

  “I love you, Al.”

  “I love you, too. Who will spank your bottom while you’re at school?”

  “You’ll have to come up on some weekends so that I don’t get out of line.”

  He laughed at the idea. How wonderful to have her naked for a whole weekend. How wonderful to have her naked for a lifetime.

  Should he? Could he?

  Yes.

  “Callie?”

  “Yes.”

  She stood near the table, completely naked. Her ass striped with his belt. She seemed to wear them with pride.

  “Will you marry me?”

  Her eyes widened. “Really?”

  “Yes and I take the obey part of the vow very seriously,” he said.

  “Then I’ll take it seriously, Al. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  “Let’s do it after you graduate and go to somewhere warm.”

  “Warm?”

  “Yes, so I can have you naked the whole week.”

  He’d never have thought that a business trip would result in finding him a wife. Who would have thought that his best friend’s daughter would fall in love with him? The day was getting better and better.

  He’d miss spanking her today, but her ass needed to heal.

  He sighed as she hugged him. She would go back to school then be his. That ass would be his to spank for the rest of his life.

  THE END

  Tempted by my Dad’s Best Friend

  Older Men Younger Women Romance

  By: Amanda Bolton

  Tempted by My Dad’s Best Friend

  Chapter One: Knowing

  John Brighton was in deep water and he was drowning fast. Sitting on his best friend’s porch, as the first night of summer descended, he knew without a doubt that he was in trouble.

  “So how’s business?” Kevin asked, bring John to the present.

  “It’s good,” he said, taking a swallow of beer. “Starting to pick up now too, since the weather’s finally turned warm.”

  “How do you manage over the winter months?”

  “I stock up during the spring and summer months. And I pray that fall lasts a little longer.”

  “Must be nice,” Kevin chuckled. “I hate my nine to five man. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to have it, especially right now, but that doesn’t mean I prefer it.”

  “Working for myself has its perks for sure, but there are lots of drawbacks too, especially in the beginning when things are just starting out. Not to mention the business I’m in means that I have lean months in between the nice fat ones. When I was first starting out I had months that rent and food were all I could afford. I used candles and oil lamps to see and only ran my electric for plumbing and the fridge. I never turned a light on, didn’t run my TV, I read a ton of material in those months.”

  “Wow,” Kevin exhaled. “I had no idea it was so hard for you. You always seem like you have it all together.”

  “I do, now. But that doesn’t mean I always did. I was foolish when I was younger and never knew about setting money aside. When I talked to my accountant friend he gave me some really good budgeting and saving advice. I took it to heart and almost immediately saw a turnaround. Now I save, even if it means I have to wait twice as long as I’d l
ike to get something I need or want.”

  “Would you two handsome gentlemen like some lemonade?” Justine Bradley asked, a tray holding two glasses of cold lemonade in her hands.

  “Absolutely,” Kevin smiled. “Thanks sweetheart.”

  “Sure dad,” Justine said. John noticed the way Justine turned away from her dad and bent down to let him grab his glass. Did she know that he could see right down her shirt? Did she care that he could almost taste her gorgeous breasts in his mouth? When he looked up into her dark, chocolate eyes he got his answer when she winked at him and smiled.

  Yeah, he was drowning. He drank his lemonade like man who hadn’t had anything to quench his thirst in days, gulping to keep his throat and mouth from drying out. How the hell was he supposed to hang out with his best friend when he couldn’t get his friend’s daughter out of his mind?

  “Look Kev, if you’re looking for a different life, I can help you out. I’m looking to expand my operation, especially during the summer months. I could use a good man to help me out running back and forth. It wouldn’t be much money, but I could keep you and your family comfortable.”

  “I’ll definitely think about it. I’ll have to talk with Kelly as well, before we make this change, but I’m definitely interested. How about I come by your office on Monday with our budget and needs. Then you’ll be able to tell me more about what my job would entail and the benefits of working for you.”

  “Sounds good,” John said. Standing, he offered Kevin his hand. “We’ll talk some more on Monday.”

  “Terrific,” Kevin agreed. “Kids, come out and say goodbye to John before he leaves.”

  John watched Kevin’s three kids, two boys-Jackson and James-and Justine all come out onto the porch. Jackson and James gave very male, one armed hugs and fled back into the house. Apparently they were in the middle of something important, like video games. Justine, however, stood waiting her turn, looking like a lily among the thorns. John felt her arms wrap around his back and then her hand slid into his back pocket. “Have a good night John,” she purred close to his ear. He had to swallow twice just to breathe right when she finally released him.