Tony straightened and moved his hand to a more respectable position at her waist. “I think our hosts require our attention, baby,” he whispered as he steadied a weak-kneed Megan and pulled her close to his side with a firm arm around her bare waist.
“It’s just that this is a G-rated party, Cap,” Rick chuckled. “You guys were rounding the corner from NC-17 and heading straight for R.”
Regan threw her head back and laughed at her husband’s comments.
Megan’s mind had cleared enough to realize the display they had presented. She blushed and slid her hand behind her to make sure her skirt had fallen back in place and covered her butt.
“Maybe we should hop in the pool to cool of, Captain,” she suggested with a shy smile on her face. Embarrassed at losing her head in public, her gaze swept the crowd and she took in several others with knowing smiles on their faces. She’d been making out at a family pool party! Several kids ran by squealing in excitement and she blushed further thinking about how she had responded to Tony’s embrace.
“Nothing’s gonna cool me off, except getting you out of that suit, Angel. That skimpy thing is doing a number on my libido. Damn, baby!” Unable to resist, he bent his head and grazed his lips down the side of her neck as he spread a trail of kisses across her flesh, landing in the sensitive bend of her shoulder.
“Before you get all hot and bothered again, Cap...we got some information you need to take a look at.”
Instantly alert, he offered her a brief, parting peck. “I’ll be back, Angel. Why don’t you cover up that hot body? Don’t want to tease the natives and tempt them with something there is no fucking way they are ever gonna get.”
Megan’s eyes met his, checking to see if he was serious or just kidding around. She was surprised to see that he was indeed serious and that eyebrow had crept higher in warning.
“I don’t share, baby. Ever!” he assured her in a deep, commanding tone.
She started to protest, but thought better of it. “I have a cover-up.”
“Good idea. Put it on.” He watched her move to the nearest lounger and pulled a sheer white cover-up from her pool bag. It slipped over her head and was a snug fit. She wiggled and tugged the fabric over her curves. The sheer gauzy material wasn’t much of a cover up; the neckline dipped low and exposed her deep cleavage and the tops of her breasts. The hem of the dress skimmed the tops of her thighs and just barely covered the bikini bottom. Frowning, he grumbled, “I guess that’ll have to do.” He pulled her close and gathered her in his arms as he kissed her one more time.
“Be good, little girl,” he said before he turned to follow Rick into the house.
Megan frowned after him. Regan laughed hysterically, bending at the waist as her arms wrapped around her aching muscles.
“What’s so funny?” Megan demanded.
“Your face,” she gasped for air between chuckles. “I can only imagine the exact same look on mine after Rick publicly claimed me for the first time.”
“Do they always have to be so bossy?”
“They’re Doms, honey. It comes with the full package.” Her laughter turned into soft giggles at her unintentional play on words. “Yummy, isn’t it?”
Megan simply smiled in response.
Chapter Fourteen
Tony didn’t say much on the way home. Megan could tell he was fuming.
“I’m sorry, Tony. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I usually don’t cuss at all. I guess it’s the stress. But, you and the guys are dropping F bombs all over the place.”
She had let slip another ill-advised F-bomb. It was late and the party was winding down. Rick and Tony had spent the better part of the afternoon conferencing with the FBI agents. Evidently, they had some leads on Creepy Guy and were looking into some pretty dangerous cartel connections for which he was a low-level drug dealer. The FBI and the ATF were teaming up to make a dent in the stream of illicit drugs that were flowing in from Mexico. The Mexican government was weak and having little impact on the recent explosion of organized crime in their country. Without being able to look to them for help, it was up to US law enforcement to stem the flow into Texas and other border states.
“Why did this shit happen to me, Regan?” she had said. “Just when things were starting to go my way. The business is booming, I’m looking to expand, Tony and I are finally together and this happens.” Megan walked to the window and looked out as twilight set in. It was almost 9 pm and the sun was just setting over the San Antonio skyline.
“I know it’s hardly fair, but you have to trust the guys, Meg. They are really good at what they do.”
“I know they are, sis. It’s just with my bad luck, I’m just waiting for fate to swoop in and fuck with me again!”
“Honey,” Regan whispered a warning behind her.
Megan turned to look at her, the change in the tone of her voice setting a thrill of alarm down her spine.
Standing behind her sister who was seated on the large, overstuffed leather sofa, was her husband Rick. He was rubbing his wife’s bare shoulders, but looking at Megan. Both had a look of sympathy on their faces. Regan, who had been on the receiving end of similar attention, ranged more toward pity. Who knew better than her sister what was in store for her? Rick shook his head indulgently. He loved Megan like a sister, but as a Dom, he expected that retribution would be quick and decisive for her continued failure to meet her Dom’s expectations.
Megan saw Tony standing in the doorway behind them. She covered her face with both hands and groaned. Damn the man for sneaking up on her.
“Eyes, Megan,” Tony barked.
Megan dropped her hands and looked at his angry face. He was angry, but he also looked disappointed. “We’re leaving, Megan. You have five minutes to get you’re things.”
She stared at him, suffused in shame for having let him down once again. Would he do as Rick had suggested and wash her naughty mouth out with soap? Like a naughty child, it was what she deserved. When had she turned into such a potty mouth? Bowing her head she whispered, “Yes, Captain,” then moved to comply.
“Do not keep me waiting.” Without raising his voice, it rumbled like thunder across the room. He then turned and went to bring the car around.
“Shit, Megan. You’ve really screwed the pooch this time.”
“Regan! Don’t you start, too!” Regan’s Dom warned. Megan didn’t hear any more of their discussion as she rushed from the room to do Tony’s bidding.
“Megan.” She jumped as Tony’s voice broke the silence that hung over the vehicle. “I do not like women that curse, especially my woman. We will discuss this further when I get you home and settled. But, know that I am very disappointed.”
Megan shot him a worried look.
“Yeah, baby. You need to worry.”
She gulped and clasped her trembling hands together in her lap. Tony’s large hand covered both of hers easily. “You know I would never harm you, Angel. Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation Megan returned, “I trust you, Captain.”
“Excellent.” He gave her hand a squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel as he maneuvered his big SUV through San Antonio traffic.
This was only Megan’s second trip to Tony’s home and as before, she was nervous. Maybe this time she would have the opportunity to take it all in and explore a little. As she entered the living area on Tony’s arm, she admired the huge space and the wall of windows on the backside of the room that led out to a huge patio. She walked toward it and saw a sparkling pool with a rock formation waterfall in the corner and lush plants and trees surrounding the huge swimming area.
Tony steered her toward a wide stairway off the far end of the living room. “I’ll give you the grand tour after you’re settled, Megan.”
He led her up the stairs with a hand at her lower back. Two of his fingers grazed the upper swell of her bottom as she climbed the stairs next to him. At the top, the upper level overlooked the living room and branched off into tw
o hallways. Turning to the right, Tony guided her past several rooms to the double doors at the end of the hall. He opened them and led her into the master suite. Or should she say, the Master’s Suite.
“Remove your clothes and wait for me by the bed, Angel.”
“What? But...”
Without raising his voice he commanded, “Now.”
Recognizing that tone and knowing it wouldn’t be wise to challenge him at this point, she followed his orders. Megan stripped off her jeans and t-shirt and stood in her white lace bra and panties. She folded her clothes and placed them on a chair near the bed. She stood nervously, not sure how to continue.
“All of it, Megan,” Tony instructed from behind her.
She jumped at his deep voice so close behind her and quickly moved to the side of the enormous bed and pulled off her panties and bra. She twisted her clasped hands before her. She remembered his earlier comment about tallies piling up, knew it was earnest and she was about to pay the piper. Megan admitted she had been acting bratty over the last few days; having the hissy fit in the bakery, cussing like a sailor, teasing him mercilessly at times. Lord, had she really flipped him off on camera?
She knew Tony had a dominant personality and now to her dismay and excitement, realized that he also was a Dom in the full sense as were her brother-in-law Rick and all of the other guys on his security team. She had read plenty of trashy novels over the years, especially enjoying the intrigue and titillation of spanking romances. She had even branched out into some BDSM romances and erotica, all of which turned her on to the point that her handy BOB, “battery operated boyfriend” had been put to good use. She knew that BDSM clubs existed, but didn’t know know that one was located right here in her own hometown and partially owned by the man standing behind her, ready to deliver a spanking to her essentially virgin butt. Her breathing quickened as she thought of all the erotic tales of spankings, bondage and dominance she had devoured over the years. Would it be as exciting when it was practiced on her and applied directly to her ass?
She turned anxious eyes to Tony and saw that he had been watching her as these thoughts raced through her mind.
“I can read you like an open book, Angel. Try to relax and know that I will always take care of you and give you what you need. I know that the last few days have been very stressful. You have been through a lot and have learned some shocking things. I want you to know that you are mine and I plan on us always being together, Angel. Because we are new, we are still learning about each other. You will have to trust that I know what you need and will never give you more than you can take.”
Megan nodded as she dropped her eyes, still worried about the spanking she knew was soon to be administered.
“Eyes on me, Angel.” He crooked a finger below her chin and raised her face way up to meet his gaze. “Now, I know we haven’t had time to discuss rules and consequences yet, so here is rule number one. I will not tolerate disrespect and bratty behavior from my woman, my sub, ever. That includes foul language. It is unbecoming for such a beautiful woman to use such ugly words.”
“Am I your woman, your sub?”
“After last night, you have to question that?” He chuckled as he watched the blush spread across her face, reaching down to her chest and across the upper swells of her breasts.
“Consequences for bratty disrespectful behavior will always include a sound spanking. Correction for recurring offenses may include other punishments but will always land you over my knee, a chair, the bed or whatever firm surface is at hand. Do you understand, Megan?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He seated himself on a straight back, armless chair he had moved from the desk to the bedside. He grasped Megan’s wrist firmly and flipped her across his lap. He raised his right leg under her hips and lowered his left leg slightly causing her ass to be prominently displayed while her chest and head were lower, resting safely against his strong thigh and lower leg for support. Upended and feeling off balance, Megan put her hands on the carpeted floor for support. As short as she was, her feet would not reach the floor due to the height of Tony’s big legs. She felt his strong hand slide around her waist to pull her snugly against him, securing her firmly in place. His other hand swept across the swells of her bottom cheeks then slid down her thighs as he directed her legs to drape down the side of his leg. “Relax, Angel, and this won’t be so bad.”
“Wait, Tony. I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she protested.
“Yes, you are. You have been pushing and testing, hoping I would spank you. I’ve told you that little girls that cuss get their bare bottoms spanked. I warned you several times that I didn’t like you saying fuck and cursing won’t be tolerated coming from your sweet lips. I know some of the guys have told you this, too. This punishment you are about to receive is not only for the swearing but also for disobeying. Do you understand?”
The whole situation was surreal to Megan. Here she was draped over this stunningly handsome man’s lap. A man she had been in love with for fifteen years. She felt a tingling between her legs and deep in her core as she realized that this was exactly like the recurrent fantasy she had starring Tony. She had imagined him taking her in hand. She had yearned for his dominance and discipline. She had craved the feel of his large hands demanding obedience as they connected with her tender butt over and over again. God! She was so turned on, but also embarrassed. Her face was flushed and it spread to her chest and breasts. Her belly quivered in fear and anticipation. She wiggled as she tried to alleviate the tingling sensation that was building between her legs. She could feel the moisture gather there and knew Tony would soon realize how much this turned her on.
“Megan? I’m waiting for an answer. Do you understand why you are being spanked?”
“Yes….”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Excellent. Now we’re getting somewhere,” He assured her arrogantly.
Bossy, she thought.
“Megan, I’ve been in charge and a leader all my life,” he said, as if reading her mind. His hand gently caressed her exposed bottom in a warm caress. His other hand stroked up her spine and over her shoulders soothingly. “For years, I have been a captain in the Army, provided leadership to soldiers in dangerous environments, formed an international security agency and directed highly skilled men in the completion of security missions all over the world.” He kept up the soothing strokes as he spoke. “That doesn’t make me bossy, Megan, that makes me in charge. Now, if I can earn the respect, loyalty, and dedication of these strong, honorable, and highly skilled warriors, don’t you think that I would demand the same respect and submission from my woman?”
Stunned, Megan realized he was right. He was a leader of men. His intelligence, calm manner during a crisis, and the integrity he exhibited every day of his life through his actions was earned. Wasn’t that one of the things that had attracted her to him all these years? That and his muscular toned body.
A sound smack landed upon her upturned derrière. “Oooh!” she squealed as she was startled out of her musings.
“Do I have your attention, Megan? I asked you a question. When I ask a question, I expect a prompt, respectful response.”
“I’m sorry.”
Another stinging slap landed.
“I’m sorry, Sir!” she quickly corrected.
“That’s right. Let me explain some things to you.” He startled her by flipping her over and raising her up to sit in his lap. He wanted to have this discussion where he could see her face and read her beautiful and very expressive eyes. “I like to be in control, but that doesn’t mean I am going to lord it over you in all aspects of your life. Neither am I going to let you get away with outrageous behavior. I am old-fashioned in that I think the man should be the head of the household and I do believe in domestic discipline when it comes to matters that are important, especially when it comes to your safety. I’m not a hardcore Dom that gets into pain, whips, and extreme play.
I mostly like to control my lover using the most erotic toy there is, the mind. If I put you in position and command your body to respond, that is a total mind fuck, baby.” Chuckling to himself he added, “Now, don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy a good erotic spanking and some bondage. I think you will enjoy those things, too. But I don’t ever want to do anything that will be frightening to you or that will cause you harm. There will be times where I administer a sound spanking as discipline though, and tonight will be one of those times. I won’t give you a lot of rules, but when I do, I expect you to follow them. Do you understand?
“Yes, Sir. May I ask a question?”
“Certainly, my Angel, I want us always to be open and honest with each other. That is the only way this relationship will ever work.”
“You say you won’t ever harm me, but wouldn’t a spanking do that?”
“I don’t think some swats on your sweet ass or thighs is harming you, baby.” He slid a hand over one of her voluptuous globes and gave it a good squeeze. “You have enough padding here that there won’t be any damage to this gorgeous ass. I guarantee that whatever my hand or paddle does to you will fade in a day or two at most, most will fade before you go to bed the night you get it. I know my strength and I know that you are much smaller than me. I would never take a fist to you or slap you anywhere except your ass and thighs, sweetheart. Well, a few swats on that gorgeous pussy maybe, but those lips are quite succulent, too!”
“What? You’d really spank me there? On my...” too embarrassed to put it into words, Megan flushed and bit her lip.
Tony laughed. “You shoot off the F bomb left and right in public but you’re afraid to say pussy to me in private? We’ll have to work on that shyness around me, Angel.”
He watched as she struggled with her embarrassment but finally raised her beautiful baby blue eyes to meet his. “Any questions about any of this before we move on, Megan?”
“Millions!”
“Well, let’s get this punishment out of the way, first. We’ve put it off long enough, but I’ll take it slow and easy. We have plenty of time. I want to spend my life with you, Angel.”
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