Strolling toward the guest room, she remembered that Sunday afternoon when he’d initially given her a glimpse into his world—just a sneak peek at the promise of her journey. He’d begun their relationship with an ultimatum that challenged her every perception of love and romance. She had only seven days to choose her path, and while she struggled with her own convictions, Drew bore the job of convincing her to stay.
Maxine stopped for a moment and reached for the doorknob of the spare bedroom. Standing in the frame, she looked over the décor they’d selected together for that space—the heavy, white wooden furniture with accents of blue and taupe and a thick sandy rug upon the floor. They had so many guests, from Ben’s overnight visits to Tom and Vicki’s lengthier stays, and Maxine and Drew wanted to afford everyone calm and luxury. However, Maxine remembered when the room was nothing but four stark white walls and a bare floor with boxes strewn about.
Thinking back, she recalled that afternoon when Drew stood right in the middle of the room and issued the first of her many challenges that week, daring her to dig deep within herself to discover a new woman burgeoning within. Terrified and titillated, she returned home that night to find herself so enthralled by his Rasputin-like charms.
By the end of those first seven days, Maxine had no idea if their attraction would endure a month or a lifetime together, but she challenged herself to find out. He’d demonstrated such concern for every aspect of her life, and while she wondered how she could ever thank him for sharing with her his generous soul, Drew’s own world began to unravel.
In tragedy and tears, they discovered a love like no other, delving into the depths of desire and passion as they both struggled to free themselves from the haunting memories of the past. All the while, behind locked doors, they played an amorous game of give and take, seeking the most sinful satisfaction that they’d discovered existed only between them.
As love and lust swept them away in a flurry, Maxine embraced the sharp edges of Drew’s ideals in romance. Although she was still learning, he enticed her to look beyond those carefully laid borders around her inhibitions and succumb to only the pleasures that ravaged her body.
Maxine Kirk had traveled to New York City alone, but Drew McKenzie brought her home.
Closing the door, she vowed to rid herself of the anguish of the last few weeks. A bigger world existed outside those painful memories, and she planned to indulge in every last corner of her explorations with Drew. Life wouldn’t always be as sweet and perfect as her wedding day, but Maxine fully understood those complexities long before she made her vow to Drew.
Meandering into their room, she found Drew lounging casually on the bed. He’d only taken off his shoes, so as not to be presumptuous. However, as he gazed into those emerald eyes, so bright with that inquisitiveness that charmed him from the second they met, he found again that young woman whose unwitting wiles lured him straight into her heart.
“So what’s on that mind of my pretty little one this evening?” he asked rather lazily as she swung her hips en route to the side of the bed.
Maxine’s shrug matched the playful tease in her expression. Gently but eagerly, she found herself slipping back into her favorite role.
“I dunno, Kind Sir,” she said finally. “Kinda hoping you had some plans.”
Scooting forward on the bed, he moved so that his legs circled her body. He was hard—so fucking painfully aroused as she twisted and turned on her own two feet—but he sat in stillness as he gauged her reaction.
A sweet sigh left her lips while tenderness and raw lust lingered between them. Her hands slithered upward to cup her breasts before daring to inch closer to the top button of her blouse. When Drew reached out to etch his finger over her quivering lips, she lapped against him with her tongue.
“Taste good?” he asked, prompting a nod as she continued suckle. “I think you need some attention tonight, little one.”
After easing his finger away, he waited for a moment, then asked, “May I unbutton your blouse?”
“Oh, fuck yeah…” Maxine wavered against the vise of his legs. “I mean…yes, please, Kind Sir…”
With a pat on her head, he said, “It’s alright—but only for tonight. We haven’t played for awhile, and you’re a little out of practice.”
As she lunged forward in provocation, he popped open her button, and her breasts sprung forth. “See, Maxine, you’ve already forgotten all about Patience and Fortitude.”
“Fucking schmucks…” she muttered, trying her damnedest to break Drew.
And holding back his laughter nearly killed him. “Excuse me, Sassypants?”
“Patience and Fortitude are fucking schmucks, Sir,” she repeated.
“My worst fears are coming true…” he shook his head in disappointment. “You’re back to square one with your training…”
Her training had indeed begun in this very same spot. She remembered looking out those windows on to Strawberry Fields in Central Park, and how that now familiar view mesmerized her. Just as that first night that he’d spanked her, she could feel the build of her needs burning through her blood. The pulse of her clit nearly forced her to collapse, but Drew’s legs tightened around her, supporting her as she faltered.
At that early moment in the beginning of their affair, she never dreamed that this enigmatically alluring man would ask her to become his wife. She was there that night back in September, learning to trust her own instincts as she endeavored to reap her own pleasures under his tutelage. Since then, her life had evolved into a blend of two worlds—that existence she knew so well and the deliciously dark dalliances that always left her craving more.
“Fuckballs,” she hissed. “Sir.”
Stretching his arms out behind him, Drew leaned backward to mind her with a crooked smile. “So very bad you are this evening, Miss Merryweather. What’s a Kind Sir to do with a woman like you?”
Head bowed—not in deference but in hesitation—Maxine whispered toward the floor.
“Will you please spank me, Sir?” she asked.
His hands lifted her chin. Drew had to look her in the eyes just to make sure that she was ready to play again. “Again, please, so that I can hear you…”
“I would…if you…please…to spank me…Sir…”
Never had a proposition left him so joyous in his life. “Oh, I would be so glad to oblige you, Miss Merryweather.”
That night, Drew took her undressing upon himself. One button at a time, he unfastened her blouse and merely tugged upon the panels as if he were opening the drapes in the morning. Through the lace of her bra, her nipples poked to attention, and he couldn’t resist a quick taste.
“Just to remind you,” he began, as he turned his attention to her other nipple, “you may not come until I give you permission.”
“I understand, Sir…”
“And your safewords are again?”
Again, she fell silent, but this time, he noticed that trace of a true brat slipping back into their negotiation. Raising her chin in defiance, she held his stare all the while. “Avocado. Banana. And…Strawberry…”
Her reference to their initial conversation on safewords did not miss Drew, and he looked away to avoid showing her his amusement. “Oh, you are in such a little mood tonight, aren’t you?” he said as he leisurely pulled the zipper of her crop pants down. “Bad little one…”
“Aunt Frannie called me a trollop tonight,” she said.
“Who, Miss Merryweather?”
“Oh, just call me a slut and get it over with,” she begged in utter desperation. “Sir.”
With one hand, he held her waist, and he worked her pants down her legs with the other. “Step out of them,” he ordered, “you fucking filthy tramp…”
She could feel the sear of his words right between her legs, and she obeyed. “Oh, Sir, be kind…”
“You give out blowjobs to strangers in back alleys of Paris, Miss Merryweather,” he reminded her. “You’ll fuck anywhere—in treehouse
s, department stores…”
“On hotel balconies in the in rain…Central Park in the snow…”
“Are you getting sassy again?”
“No, Sir. Just stating facts…about my sluthood.”
Sluthood. Oh, his precious Maxine was indeed back with a vengeance!
“You are just trying my patience this evening,” he said as he gingerly slipped her blouse from her shoulders, and then reached around to unsnap her bra which followed next.
“Have to pick up my clothes…”
“No, no, no,” he said as he stopped her on her way down toward the floor. “Not tonight, but thank you for remembering.”
Holding her still in front of him, Drew simply coddled her for a moment. She needed these few minutes of calm, and he had to continuously remind himself that he couldn’t just plunge into play.
“Wanna tell me what’s up with that mouth tonight?” he asked, his lips grazing over her nipples.
“Because…when you…”
Teeth catching her ticklish spot just at the curve of her breast, Drew warned, “Don’t blame your Master, Miss Merryweather…”
“So good…” she sighed, and he nipped at her once more. “I mean…Sir. And…just being bad. Because…it’s good to be…bad.”
“Subspace…” Drew marveled. “You have no idea what you just said, do you?”
“No, Sir—I really don’t.”
“Need to hold on to me?” he asked.
“Uh-uh, Sir…”
“You’d better hold on to me…” he warned, prompting her hands to hurry to his shoulders as he took her nipple between his teeth again.
Now, she missed her clamps, but she knew Drew would never consent that night. His mouth, however, tantalized her in ways that her toys just ran short. Biting harder, Drew pulled at her nipple, giving her a taste of pain while affording her the comfort of foreplay that she needed.
“Oh…trouble…” Maxine muttered. It had been almost a month since they’d shared any intimacy, and now her body was ripe for Drew’s picking. However, she had to gain her focus and conjure catastrophes if she planned to remain in play.
Oil spills. Earthquakes. Biochemical Warfare. Donald Trump as President…
“Better?” Drew asked.
“Yes, better…Sir. Thanks.”
“At least I picked a submissive smart enough to realize that excessive wealth does not necessarily make a good leader for our country…”
Her fingers smacked her lips in shock. “I said that out loud?”
“Sometimes you do, Miss Merryweather,” he said.
“Fuckballs, Sir…”
Maybe she was better prepared for this than Drew had imagined. One leg crossed over the other, he knew that he had to put her into position.
As he patted the bed beside him, he ordered, “Up, Miss Merryweather. And on all-fours.”
Bracing her hands first, Maxine lifted herself with some help from Drew and crawled toward the center of the big bed. Behind her, Drew took a few extra moments to just look at her sweet little ass, covered in LaPerla lace. He could whip it and crack it and fuck it…
And now Drew needed his own diversion. Donald Trump as President, he reminded himself. And Chris Christie as his Vice.
Between panties and skin, Drew slipped his fingers to caress and tease, prompting her to wiggle from the tickle. “What on earth should I do next?”
“Please, Sir…” she said, her voice leveled with calm. “Please spank me. I’ve been so bad.”
Drew tugged at the scalloped edges of her panties, and with one fluid pull, he’d brought them to her knees. The slight touch of restraints would hold her in place without having to frighten her off with their normal ties and bindings.
Sliding two fingers between her legs, he sighed…and waited for her reaction.
Drew’s ultimate reward followed suit when Maxine pushed back against his fingers as she acclimated once again to her husband’s touch. To and fro, she rocked against him, awaiting his next move. Unlike her first spanking, though, not a trace of fear existed in her mind.
“Count…” he murmured as his hands languished over her backside, gearing up for his first crack.
“Sweet…” she sputtered. “One…”
He followed every swat with a kiss, feeling the heat rising from her pink bottom against his lips. Daringly, he drifted toward her tiniest hole and gave a flicker with his tongue.
At five, when he checked in, Maxine wiggled as she waited for more.
“Avocado, Kind Sir. Take me to Banana.”
Once again, Drew allowed her to slide. She simply refused to adhere to any rules that night, but he was just so happy to see the return of Naughty Sassy—Bratty—Maxine that he just didn’t care.
Filling her only as he could, he slipped his thumb inside her ass and his fingers deep between her legs, while he continued to spank her with his other hand. Restlessness captured her as she succumbed to all of those gratifying and familiar sensations.
“Ten…” she shouted. “Avocado, Sir…”
At least nothing had changed between them. She was still begging for harder, faster, rougher sex. In time, he’d oblige, but for that evening, he’d just give her a taste.
Onward through fifteen and twenty, he’d spanked her, and as she cried out in need, he maintained a slow and steady pace, building up to the thirty cracks to which she’d grown accustomed.
Pressing her breasts against the mattress, she raised her ass to offer him more. Lost in her own frustration, she called out his name, hoping he’d acquiesce to her pleas.
When the sting came at last, she fought for control again. She needed this. She wanted this. And only Drew could afford her this blend of pleasure and pain. Perhaps, she’d longed for a darker brand of romance all along, and he’d just brought those verboten thoughts to the forefront for her to sample. Now, she needed the agony just as much as she indulged in his tenderness.
“Thirty…” she screamed. “Thirty more, please, Sir…”
Unexpectedly, he turned her over onto her back and pinned her to the bed with his hands to her wrists. “No,” was all he said before he backed away to undress.
Bouncing her stinging bottom against the bed, Maxine felt her impatience soar as she watched Drew methodically tackle every last button, buckle, and zipper. Just in the effort of making her wait, he decided to collect all of their clothes and stack them neatly upon the bench at the foot of the bed.
When at last he returned to her, he couldn’t decide how to play his next round. With a step forward, he reached for her ankle and lifted her left leg high in the air, spreading her wide open for his perusal. Lips and clit glistening, she bucked her hips, teasing and encouraging.
“Please, Sir…inside me…please…need you…Kind Sir…”
While she begged on, Drew took a minute to study her face—her eyes so fierce with want, her forehead crinkled in tension, her mouth trembling by the temptations set out before her.
Yes, she was indeed ready for him, and as Drew moved forward to slip inside her, Maxine wrapped her leg around his upper back, luring him as close as she could.
The feel of his cock filling her brought Maxine such an exquisite sense of peace. They had both returned home, slightly bruised and battered, but stronger than they ever were before.
“Come hard for me, Maxine…” he whispered as he stroked inside her and out, watching her with wide open eyes as she writhed beneath him.
That first orgasm left her shaking and crying. She simply sunk into the mattress, shattered by the pleasure he so generously bestowed upon her. Unabashedly, she allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks as Drew increased his pace, carrying her along from one quick electric burst to the next.
He took her breasts in his mouth again. No one loved nipple play and torture more than Maxine, and he knew he would only heighten the delights of their loving with every bite. Teeth marks left behind, he moved upward toward her lips and kissed her until they were both coming together, cry
ing out to each other in the headiness of their passion—thrilling in the feel of the elation they brought to each other.
So thick and steady, his cock plundered her—driving her onward in a storm of bliss that left them both trembling in each other’s arms.
“Need…” Maxine whispered, remembering those words he spoke to her just before they made love for the very first time. “That’s need…”
“Yes, it is, little one…” he whispered, his lips touching her temple. “That’s need…”
For once, Drew simply couldn’t leave her, and this was part of aftercare for both of them. That night, he, too, needed assurance that all would return to normal once again. Neither would forget the past, but with every bump in the road, they learned how to work through life’s greatest trials together.
Kissing her from her head to her feet, Drew felt a sense of warmth blanket them. This was just one more step in her recovery. Inherently, he knew that she could take a step backward, too, but Maxine’s milestones merited recognition.
“So proud of you tonight, little one,” he said. “You’re conquering a bit more every day. And I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more than I do right now—but that keeps growing, too.”
Thumb caressing the dimple in his chin, she said, “You’re my lifeline, Drew. You keep me grounded. You support me through anything and everything. And I love you more every day, too.”
Grabbing two pillows, Drew tucked one beneath Maxine’s head, then stretched out beside her on his own. All the while, his fingers caressed over her body as if he were playing a baby grand piano, stroking and tapping and soothing.
Behind them, the skyline sparkled, glittering the darkened room with the brightest of hope that sat right outside their front door.
“I know things won’t always be as perfect as our honeymoon,” Maxine began, “but we will always have Paris…”
“And little one?”
“Yes?” she murmured and rested her chin on his chest to look up into those two pools of calm, sated eyes.
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