Corbin's Bend Homecoming

by Ruth Staunton

  Chapter 5

  At exactly 5:58, RJ pulled up in front of Kelly’s house. Out of habit, he applied the parking brake before putting his transmission into park. He glanced at his dashboard clock.

  5:59.

  He got out of his vehicle, locked it by pushing the lock button on the driver’s door rather than making a loud beep with the key fob, and walked to her front door. Glancing at his watch, he saw he had exactly 10 seconds remaining and he poised his fingertip just above her doorbell. He pushed it simultaneously as the numbers on his watch flipped to six o’clock.

  The door opened immediately. Not a few seconds later, but almost as though ringing the doorbell triggered a mechanism that opened the door. But the mechanism was Kelly. She must have been standing at the door when he rang the bell.

  It took him a few seconds to realize that his jaw had dropped down to somewhere near his chest. He slowly closed his mouth only to feel his eyes were nearly out of their sockets. She was a vision. A hot, sexy, beautiful vision.

  He swallowed hard as a number of thoughts ran through his head, not the least of which was the thought of what he was going to do to keep his hardening dick from making a tent shape at the front of his trousers. He couldn’t take his eyes off the smooth, creamy white expanse of her bust. The sparkling heart-shaped pendant pointed to her luscious cleavage and he wanted to bury his cock between those two soft mounds.

  He wished he was the hair at the end of her braid brushing against her nipple. The only thing that would make it better would be if the dress and whatever undergarment she wore were gone so he could put his lips on that nipple and suckle on it until it was a taut peak, erect and jutting out as though begging for more.

  He cleared his throat as it finally dawned on him that she was greeting him and inviting him into her home for the second time while he’d been gawking and letting his imagination run wild like an inexperienced teenage boy.

  His teeth chewed at the corner of his mouth before he replied.

  “I’m…um…is that what you’re wearing tonight?”

  That was a stupid question, he told himself. Of course it’s what she’s wearing tonight, she has it on, doesn’t she?

  “Yes, it is. You made a point of telling me to be on time and since I am dressed and ready to go, it should be obvious this is what I’m wearing tonight.”

  His brows drew together at her tone and he said, “But don’t you think the dress is just a little revealing?”

  “Not at all. But since you’ve been standing there with your tongue hanging out, we probably better get going if we’re going to be there on time for our seven o’clock reservation.”

  He didn’t care for her tone but found himself unable to do much more than watch her as she picked up her clutch purse from the side table next to the door and stepped out of her house, closing and locking the door behind her.

  When she hooked her hand in the crook of his elbow and started striding down her walkway to the car, it hit him suddenly that she was leading him. And that would not do. He was the man. He was the leader. Straightening his spine so he was at his full height, he tucked his elbow in a little tighter as a signal to her that he was leading, and he lengthened his stride just a tad more than hers.

  He unlocked the truck, opened the door, and guided her into the passenger seat. After making sure her hands and feet were safely tucked in, he firmly shut the door and walked around the back of the truck taking those few seconds to get himself under better control before getting in the driver’s seat and starting the engine. She had smiled sweetly at him right before he closed the door. There was more than a little smugness in that smile.

  As he drove away from her house, he said, “That’s some dress you’ve got on. You’ll have every man’s eyes on you at the restaurant.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “To be honest, it does and it doesn’t. On the one hand I’m happy to have every man in the place envious of me for having such a beautiful woman as my date. But on the other hand, I’m not thrilled about having all those men’s eyes on you. I don’t want to sound too old-fashioned, even though I know I am somewhat that way, but the display of your…um…assets, shall we say—I think it’s a bit much.”

  “So you think my tits should be a little more hidden? Is that what you’re saying?”

  He could tell she wasn’t happy if that was his opinion. It seemed obvious to him that she was trying to provoke a reaction from him by using the word ‘tits.’

  “That’s not exactly what I said, it’s just the whole get-up with the necklace pointing straight down to your breasts, almost forcing the eyes to that area, not to mention…”

  He broke off what he was saying. He had no right to tell her how to dress. He wanted that right and if he ever had it, she would not be wearing that dress again. At least, not in public. “Never mind, I apologize. You look absolutely stunning and I think it’s just…well, it’s pissing me off to have other men looking at you and knowing what they are thinking.”

  “I just wanted to look nice for you tonight. It’s not often that I have a chance to date a guy who’s taller than I am. So when I get the chance to go out with someone who is tall enough that I don’t have to worry about wearing flats so that his manhood doesn’t get diminished, I tend to go all out and play up what you so nicely call my assets.”

  RJ smiled to himself as he thought about how he’d been talking about the display of the tops of her creamy white breasts begging to be released from her dress and she was talking about her spike high heels. Sure, he noticed those heels and she looked mighty hot in them. They had the effect of lengthening the already long line of her shapely legs, but the first thing most men were going to see were her boobs that were so pushed up they swelled above the neckline of her dress.

  RJ wanted to get off the subject of her clothing and asked, “So how did your week go? You’ve been in Corbin’s Bend a few months now, are you meeting other residents and getting to know people?”

  “Yeah, I am. I can’t believe how friendly the people here are. I’ve had several of the women invite me for coffee and their little get-togethers when their men go off and play in that man cave at the community center. Have you been to the man cave?”

  “Only once. It was very nice but I’m gone most of the time so I haven’t had the opportunity to go back again. It’s a great place for the men to hang out.”

  At the restaurant, they were seated at a relatively secluded table. The hostess handed them their menus and told them their server would be with them in just a moment.

  “Would you like anything to drink?” R J asked her.

  “Yes, since I don’t have to worry about driving, I believe I’ll have a frozen margarita. But I want an extra shot of both tequila and Grand Marnier.”

  RJ knew margaritas were her favorite alcoholic beverage but he looked at the drink description and saw it was already loaded with four shoots of alcohol. Now she wanted to up it to six shots.

  “That’s a lot of alcohol in one little drink,” he commented.

  “It is for your average woman maybe. But I’m a big girl and I know how much alcohol I can handle.”

  He wasn’t sure what it was, but something was different about Kelly tonight. He didn’t think she’d been this argumentative to everything in the few times they’d been out, but tonight it seemed like she was challenging everything he said. It was like she was looking to push his buttons. He didn’t care for that and couldn’t help wondering if it was going to be an issue. If they were further along in their relationship, he’d be warning her about what would happen when they got home. It was too early for him to take on that kind of role with her. They hadn’t even been intimate yet, though that wasn’t because he didn’t want to. It just hadn’t happened and this actually was their first date outside Corbin’s Bend.

  They’d been to every restaurant in Corbin’s Bend at least once and some of them more often. Endelé, Amore, The Pit, La Comida, and they’d even met at Ange’s p
astry shop for a quick coffee and scones. They’d been to Laney and Ginger’s sushi restaurant, The Ginger Paddle. And of course there had been that first dinner at her home with her family. He couldn’t help but wonder what was making her act like this tonight. He decided to ask.

  “Is something bothering you tonight?”

  “Me? Why do you think that?”

  He was sure her innocent look was feigned.

  “Because it seems like you’re almost trying to start an argument. You’re not being yourself tonight, at least not how I’ve come to know you. You do know you can talk to me, don’t you?”

  “Okay, I’ll be honest. I was a little pissed off by your tone on the phone earlier.”

  “My tone? What about my tone?”

  “The way you told me to be sure to be on time when you picked me up. I felt as though you expected me not to be ready and were warning me that I better be. Ready, I mean. When have I ever been late other than that once when work held me up? It just pissed me off.”

  Ah, so that’s what’s bugging her.

  She was right that it was meant as a warning. But he thought he’d been subtle. Obviously, she knew him better than he realized. He’d wanted to see her reaction to being told not to be late; to see how she handled a simple instruction. Perhaps he should have found another way.

  “I apologize. It’s just been my experience that most women tend to be late for dates and since I’d made a reservation, I wanted to be clear that you needed to be ready when I arrived to pick you up.”

  “Then why couldn’t you just say that instead of getting all pushy and…and…Corbin’s Bend dominant on me?”

  His brows lifted in surprise and he said, “Kelly, surely you must realize by now that I live in Corbin’s Bend because I’m hoping to find a relationship built on the values of Domestic Discipline. How would you expect me to act?”

  “Normal. Normal would be a good way to act. You don’t always have to be bossy.” She sounded frustrated.

  “When have I ever been bossy with you?”

  “Until today, you haven’t been. Then you warn me about being on time and start in on how you don’t like the way I’m dressed even though you can’t keep your eyes off my tits and are damn near drooling every time you look at me like you want to fuck me.”

  He laughed, but stopped when he saw it was only making her angrier.

  “You’re right, I can’t keep my eyes off your tits and I do want to fuck you.”

  RJ struggled to keep his chuckle from escaping when her eyes widened at his admission to wanting her. Was that desire he saw in her eyes? He hoped so. He planned to take her home after dinner, give her a little spanking for her attitude tonight, and then make it all better with a lot of lovemaking.

  “Let’s finish dinner and head home to my place,” he said. “I think it’s time we kick things up a notch.”

  The atmosphere in RJ’s truck crackled with sexual tension. Their uneaten dinners sat on the floor at Kelly’s feet. There was no conversation between them as they drove back to Corbin’s Bend.

  She wasn’t sure what he had meant when he said it was time to kick things up a notch, but she had felt her nipples harden and her pussy formed a little pool of moisture. She had downed her strong margarita before their meals even came to the table. When the server came back to the table, Kelly had ordered another margarita but RJ said no.

  Looking at the server, he told her, “I’m sorry, but I think we’re going to be leaving. Could you please put our meals in to-go boxes for us?”

  He pulled his wallet from his pocket and dug out a credit card to pay for their meals. Handing it to the waitress, he said, “You can bring the check back with you.”

  “But I wanted another drink,” Kelly protested.

  “You can have another drink when we get back to my place.”

  “But I want a grand margarita, with extra tequila. Do you have the makings for that?” She thought he was trying to curtail her alcohol consumption for the night.

  “I do. I make a mean margarita that I’m sure you’ll find is even better than what you get here.”

  She didn’t say anything else and now they were in his truck, with all this tension in the air, and her panties were damp. Hell, they weren’t damp, they were outright wet. The more she thought about what she knew was going to happen back at his house, the more she felt the tingling in her nipples. They were turning into little hard nubs as if he was already touching them.

  Her eyes were closed and she pretended to be asleep so she wouldn’t have to talk. She felt his hand settle on the exposed part of her thigh just above her knee. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” She tried to sound casual and unconcerned.

  “I meant, are you fine with what’s going to happen when we get back to my house?”

  “I know what you meant. I’m fine with it.” She wished her voice hadn’t come out quite so breathless.

  What she didn’t know and didn’t want to ask, was if ‘kicking it up a notch’ meant just sex or if he planned to try a little spanking. Damn if she didn’t wish and hope that there’d be a spanking. Every damn time she thought about making love with RJ, the thought of being spanked by him always cropped up in her mind.

  It was confusing as all hell. She wanted to feel his dominance, but she didn’t want him to dominate her entire life. If that’s what he was expecting, they should probably have a discussion and get that straightened out right now.

  It would have to wait, that kind of a discussion could very well kill the mood that was even now sending little electric surges through her upper leg from where his hand rested. Killing the mood was the last thing she wanted to do right now.

  She opened her eyes when he slowed down and saw they had just entered the mountain road that would take them to Corbin’s Bend. They would be at his house in less than thirty minutes. For tonight, she decided she was just going to go with the flow. She was so hot, so wet, so tingling with excitement all over that she had to have satisfaction. It had been too damn long since she’d been with a man, and she wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up.

  His hand left her thigh so he could reach up and open the garage door with his remote. He pulled in, then turned the engine off and hit the remote again to close the door. He waited until the door was all the way down before he got out—she knew he did it to keep all the neighbors from knowing she was with him—and walked around to open her door and help her out. Then he leaned into the truck and grabbed the bag with their dinner before going into the house.

  She followed him into the kitchen and sat in one of the chairs while he put their dinner in the fridge and went to the sink to wash his hands. He glanced at her with a smile, and said, “Two extra strong Grand Margaritas coming right up.”

  She was surprised at the expertise he had in making the drinks. He filled his blender with ice and then measured out the proportions of the drinks. With a mischievous little grin, he poured an extra dose of tequila to the amount already in the blender. Once the drink was properly blended, with the ice crushed to Kelly’s preferred frozen state, he pulled two large margarita glasses from his cupboard and filled them to the brim. He put straws into the glasses and brought them to the table.

  “I didn’t bother with the salt, because you asked for it to be left off your drink at the restaurant. I hope that’s okay. Sorry I don’t have any cute little umbrellas.”

  “Thank you, it looks delicious,” she said as she lifted her glass to take a sip. She nodded her head in appreciation as she licked her lips and then she took another, much bigger sip. “You were right, this is much better than the one at the restaurant. How did you do that?”

  “I put a little extra Grand Marnier in there along with the extra tequila.”

  They sipped their drinks quietly for several minutes. He chewed at the corner of his mouth which she had learned meant he was thinking about what he was going to say. Her bottom teeth kept ca
tching her upper lip, and then she’d run her tongue over her lip.

  “I’m going to spank you tonight,” RJ announced. “Then I’m going to make slow, hot love to you.”

  She almost choked on her drink as the butterflies went wild in her stomach and she felt her pussy contract. The way he casually informed her of his plans surprised her. And excited her. She swallowed another sip of her drink.

  “I was hoping you would. But why?” Kelly asked. “I mean, why are you going to spank me?”

  He chuckled and answered, “Because I want to. And because you were just a little naughty tonight.”

  “How was I naughty?” she asked innocently but had an idea she knew since she’d been working at it. Her goal all along had been to just irk him a little bit. Not make him angry, but to see what he’d do.

  “First by the way you dressed, putting all your luscious wares on display. Second, because you tried to cop an attitude with me tonight. And third, you were deliberately trying to provoke me by referring to your breasts as tits.”

  “So you’re punishing me?” She didn’t think she was ready for that, but those damn butterflies and her pussy were disagreeing.

  “It’s going to be a fun punishment—let’s call it a funishment—followed by incredible sex.”

  Funishment? Was that like a pretend punishment? That could be fun.

  The butterflies in her belly exploded with a wild fluttering of their wings at the thought of it all. Her nipples tingled again and her thighs squeezed tightly together while her pussy dampened her panties even more. She sipped on her straw and the gurgling sound of an empty glass told her she had finished her drink. When she looked up at him, he stood up.

  As he pulled her up, he folded her in his arms and kissed her. He tasted like a delicious Margarita. She sucked on his lip and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, exploring and tasting every part he could reach.