by Honey Jans
Dora chuckled. “How right she is. I bet you two had a laugh when you figured that out last night."
Cyn's face heated.
"You didn't have another unkissed evening?” Dora said with a frown.
"I had a half-kissed evening."
"Oh good gravy, why?"
"We were interrupted by his friends, Mack and Zane, and I panicked and ran. Imagine my chagrin when he showed up at the ranch this morning with my panties in his pocket."
Dora hooted with laughter. “You didn't leave them behind!"
"Oh I did. I was in a hurry to get out of there before he came back and demanded answers. If you ever faced down a frustrated, aroused man, who'd just found out the woman who'd seduced him was actually a virgin, you'd understand. I ran like a scared rabbit."
Dora let out a sigh. “Boy, you do have the devil's own bad luck when it comes to men. But you say it continues. Tell me more, girlfriend."
"He says I can taste him."
Dora giggled. “What are you going to do about it?"
"What do you think?"
Chapter 6
Jake opened the door to his bungalow after eight that evening, tired and horny, and hoping to see Cyn lying naked on his bed. He flipped on the light switch and looked around, his shoulders sagging when he saw no sign of her. He should have known it wasn't going to be that easy to snag the shy filly.
Thoughts of her had kept him going through this crappy day. After the stormy meeting with his father, and picking up Maud from the airport, he'd settled into his office behind Branded, and got down to business. He called Zane to tell him about the obscene letters Cyn had received. He suspected that Dwain Hawkins was responsible, the same man he suspected had been bleeding his father dry for months to the tune of a million dollars. The guy was slippery, covering his tracks well. It was the mark of a professional con man. Now all he needed was proof. If he made a move against Cyn before that could be uncovered, Jake would come down on him like a house of bricks.
Jake shrugged out of his jacket, tossed it on the bed, and saw the book lying open on his pillow. His cock twitched when he saw the title, Bound to Serve. He grinned, relief surging through him, melting his fatigue away, as he scooped up the erotic romance novel. Cyn had accepted his invitation, in her own unexpected way. He scanned the first chapter...
Condor caught Bridget disobeying him. He left the document in plain sight to test her compliance. She'd defied him, as expected. The instant she sensed his presence, she looked up at him, giving him the guilty blush of a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. An instant later, she was smiling at him, unapologetic. His heart skipped a beat while his cock stirred.
"A private island, huh? I'm not surprised."
Her instincts were sharp; he had to give her that, but he was keeping her in the dark for a reason. She'd want to take over. Hell, she threatened to take over him, and it couldn't be allowed. Not on his watch.
Bridget clutched the file, gauging Condor's unyielding expression. She wouldn't have to resort to subterfuge if he'd share the info, like a normal agent. His brooding expression told her to save her breath. Wary, she watched him roll up his sleeves and sit down on a jump seat.
"Kick off your shoes, take off your jacket and piece, and come here.” He patted his lap.
She gulped; he couldn't mean to actually take her over his knee. The flight crew might overhear. “No."
"You did agree to be trained. You'll take it over my knee."
She stood there, both shocked and aroused. If she balked, he'd replace her. The thought made her kick off her pumps. Her toes curled into the carpet, as she gazed at the masterful look in his eyes. Almost without thought, she took off her blazer, reminded of her bold stripping in the director's office. His interested gaze only made her hotter. She removed her gun and holster, disarmed in more ways than one. Maybe doing him would give her clarity. She walked toward him. “You don't have to do this. I'm a quick study. I can fake it."
He smiled. “I can't. Every minute you delay is a demerit."
So he strove for reality on assignment. The knowledge should have stopped her cold. It didn't. She rolled her eyes. “What are you, one of the nuns at grammar school?"
"And did they paddle my little hellcat?"
"No. Nobody ever dared paddle me.” One look at his laughing eyes told her he was daring.
Condor smiled and crooked a finger. “Come."
The demand was calmly voiced, but there was steel behind it. Just the thought of stretching out across his hard lap made her heart trip. He didn't reach out to grab her; it would have been easier if he had. “Fine, train me, Dino,” she muttered, carefully draping herself over his lap while her face burned. His cock was semi-erect under her. Bridget gasped at the unexpectedly erotic feel, and arched away to break the disconcerting contact. Condor pushed her back down.
"Uh, uh."
He lifted up her skirt and she went still, mortified. Oh no, she was wearing her pink lace panties; fine lingerie was a weakness of hers. Who knew, when she'd put them on this morning, that she'd be draped over Condor's knee?
"You've so much to learn, Kitten.” He rubbed her ass through her panties. “And there's not much time to teach you."
Bridget burned where his big hand touched her. Her sensitive pubes pressed against his hard leg, her pussy wet with need. She held her breath. He kept caressing her through her panties. Tears she put down to nerves sprang to her eyes. She blinked them away. Focus. She couldn't let him undo her with a single touch.
"Tell me, Kitten, why are you being punished?"
The amusement in his tone made her mad, even as his big hand caressing her bottom made her aroused. “Because you're a dinosaur.” His chuckle was like warm honey.
"No, because you disobeyed me and snooped at the file,” he said, fingering the waistband of her panties. “Say it."
He'd probably left the damned file out on purpose to trap her, and she'd fallen for it. It didn't say much for her instincts. She let out a sigh of frustration. “I disobeyed and snooped."
"And are you sorry?"
"Will it keep you from spanking me?"
"No."
"Then, no, I'm not sorry.” She'd gathered valuable information and if it cost her a red ass, so be it. His wicked chuckle made her stiffen, a moment before his big hand smacked her bottom. She bit back a cry, shocked by the stinging heat, but not wanting to alert the flight crew.
"Count the spanks for me, Kitten."
"No,” she gasped, incensed by the outrageous demand.
"We go to five, honey, now count."
His big hand came down on her right cheek and she gasped as her stiff clit rubbed against his leg. “One."
"Very good,” he praised.
She actually melted at the praise, how sick was that?
He spanked her left cheek, and her stiff clit bumped up against his leg. She bit back a whimper. “Two."
"Ttt-three,” she wailed when he smacked her another quick blow. Not two more, she'd either come or cry, either of which would be humiliating. She wanted to move but couldn't make herself.
The leather pants she was lying against were warm, and Condor was even hotter. She groaned as his rousing cock pressed against her. Her sex pulsed, growing wet while her bottom burned. “Four,” she gasped when his big hand landed again.
"Five,” she gasped as he caught her from the bottom, barely holding back a moan.
Stunned, she lay molded to him, on the verge of orgasm, while he rubbed her hot bottom. She couldn't resist leaning into his arousing touch, even while her face burned with embarrassment. The eroticism of being turned over Condor's knee was deep and disturbing. Assertive as she was, that she could be broken by it, stunned her. She quivered, needing him to finish what he'd started. Condor's cock was hard below her, his breathing rapid. His hand rubbed lower. She whimpered when he cupped her mound.
"Good, you're wet,” he said.
His reserved tone broke through her sexual heat. Burni
ng with need, she throbbed as his hot hand cupped her sex. Just a little more pressure and she'd come. If only he'd finish it, it might help her refocus. She arched against him, and he swatted her mound.
"No."
She bit back a raw sob at the quick sting; he was nothing but a tease.
He pushed her off his lap.
Sprawled on the floor in front of him, she boldly gazed back up him. His eyes were a deep brown, speaking of arousal.
He frowned. “I'm going to teach you your basic submissive position now. Up on your knees, legs apart, palms resting on your thighs."
She tried to do his bidding.
He looked her over, approvingly. “You are a quick study. This is submissive position number one. Of course, you'll usually be naked and open to me when flowing into it."
Her eyes widened when she visualized the scene. Naked and open, huh? Taking him might let her refocus on her goals.
"Now up and strip."
He was going to take her, after all. Thrilled, she sprang to her feet, a bit unsteadily, her heart racing. Condor reached out to steady her. His big hand circling her arm, made her lean toward him. He gave her a tight frown and let go. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her silk blouse and slipped it off, reveling in the fact that Condor couldn't keep his hot gaze off of her. Emboldened, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor...
Jake grinned. It seemed his student wanted to try some spice and he would be happy to deliver. He liked his couplings with a little kink. Hell, she wanted to taste him; his cock throbbed as he remembered her words. At the rate things were going, he'd have blue balls within the week. He strode over to the phone and dialed zero, waiting impatiently for his lover in training to pick up. She answered on the third ring.
"Hello,” her voice was low, hesitant.
His cock swelled behind his zipper when he heard her sultry voice. It was like he was one of Pavlov's dogs, drooling after her. “I'd like some room service, Cyn."
"But I told you..."
"Special room service,” he explained, hearing her sexy, quick intake of breath.
"Oh."
The shock and excitement in her honeyed voice made him leak pre-cum, as his cock twitched behind his fly. This was going to be good. He ached to be her guide in the bedroom, but he was going to call the shots, even if it killed him to slow things down. “Coming?” he asked, worried she might back down.
"Yes."
He smiled when she clicked down the phone in a hurry, thanking his lucky stars that she wanted him as much as he needed her. He put down the phone, and pulled out a straight-backed chair, positioning it in the perfect place for her spanking.
Cyn walked the distance from her cabin to Jake's bungalow, keeping a wary eye out for Cordial. The lights were out in the big house, which meant the girls were out on the town. Most people probably were on Saturday night, but Jake was saving the night for her seduction. Her heart raced at the thought, she ached to finish what he'd started. She still couldn't believe she'd had the moxie to present him with her wish list, in the form of one of her favorite erotic romances.
Her palms were damp on the wicker tray she carried. It was a good cover in case she was observed, and she figured he might be hungry. Knowing it was beyond her to play it cool, she picked up the pace, hurrying to his door. A warm night breeze blew the skirt of her sundress around her legs, as she stepped up onto his porch. When he swept the door open before she could knock, she sucked in a startled breath. “You were..."
"Waiting for you? Always, sugar."
Cyn's hungry gaze swept over the chiseled planes of Jake's handsome face, before drifting to focus on the manly bulge in his jeans. It was just as huge as she remembered. Licking her bottom lip, she gazed back up at his reckless heartbreaker smile, and creamed. He still looked delicious, and slightly dangerous to her, but she noticed signs of fatigue on his face. He'd had a hard day. “If you'd rather take a nap first, I'd give you a rain check."
His low chuckle made her toes curl inside her sandals.
"Not a chance.” He glanced down at the tray. “What'd you bring me, sugar? Or is this just window dressing to hide our rendezvous?"
"Actually, it's a little bit of both. Cordial is having you watched. But I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you supper.” She watched his sultry smile, melting her where she stood, as her sex tingled.
He took a deep whiff. “Fried chicken and biscuits."
"And apple cobbler,” she said, self-conscious. It was just ordinary food, but his tender smile told her he was taking it as special.
"You're beautiful, and you can cook too. I'm a lucky man. Where have you been all my life, Cyn?"
"In the barn or the studio.” She blushed. “And there's a treat for us ... for later. If we do anything, that is,” she added, feeling out of her depth.
"Believe me, we're going to do something,” he said, stepping back to let her in. “Come inside, and put the tray on the dresser, sugar. Good as your cooking smells, I'm sure you're far more tasty."
Trembling, she did as he said, his body heat igniting her libido as she brushed past him. She somehow managed to make it to the dresser without dropping the tray. His sexy chuckle made her whimper.
"You are good for my ego, baby,” Jake murmured.
And he was good for her once sleeping hormones, Cyn decided, laying the tray down on the dresser. She slowly turned to face him, her nipples budding.
This time she intended to see him naked, no matter what. Jake leaned against the closed door, watching her with the steamiest look in his eyes. Her sex rippled in response. She couldn't resist another peek at the growing bulge inside his jeans.
"Come here, sugar,” he said, quirking a finger at her.
She noticed the chair he'd placed in the middle of the floor, the novel she'd presented him with lying open on the bed, and bit her lip. He'd read it. She walked toward him, conceding for her, there was no going back. Looking deep into his warm whiskey eyes, she decided to nibble her way from his chin to his toes, paying extra special attention to the manly parts in between.
Jake smiled, sitting down on the straight-back chair, and patted his lap. “You'll take it over my knee."
He was going to spank her. Her belly quivered, and her pussy clenched, as she stepped into his space, her thighs pressing against his powerful legs. She'd asked for it, but was she ready for a fantasy to become reality? Looking into the teasing depths of his eyes, she saw arousal and affection, and let her last fears go.
"I've got ya,” he said, taking her hand, and rubbing his thumb over her wrist.
Cyn melted while he maintained a firm, yet tender grip on her wrist. His hand was big, easily encircling her wrist, and she felt small and protected by contrast.
He smiled, and tumbled her down over his lap.
She went over his knee with a gasp, shocked, and turned on, as her belly and thighs made contact with his firm lap, and the harder bulge of his cock. “But I wanted to taste you,” she gasped, as a delaying tactic.
"All in good time, Cyn. You placed yourself in my hands, and you're going to get it.” He flipped up her skirt, baring her panty-clad bottom, and she felt heat rush through her. It was a good thing she was wearing a pair of her sexy fairytale undies. The pink lace panties were probably a bit tame for a man of Jake's sophisticated tastes.
"God, you're so sexy,” he said, spreading his palm out across her bottom.
Cyn felt a flutter of excitement and alarm at the size of his reach, as the heat of his huge paw seeped through her silk panties. They weren't much of a barrier. She'd fantasized about this, but would the real thing be as good? She trembled, her nipples budding, achingly hard inside her bra, her stiff clit jutting out, throbbing. She moaned as it pressed against his thigh. When Jake raised his palm and gave her a quick smack, she whimpered at the sting and speed. “But I wasn't ready..."
He swatted her again, this time a little harder. “Ready now?” he teased.
Cyn's sex creamed. �
��Oh my god, yes,” she gasped.
She trembled as he rained teasing blows across her bottom, and arched up, hoping for more. He was toying with her, making her ache for a harder paddling. “Please,” she wailed. He stopped, and she let out a sob of frustration.
"Want more?” he asked, toying with the waistband of her panties.
She wriggled, trying to inflame him, and nodded.
"Say it.” he said.
"Please, I want more."
"More, what? Do you require a proper spanking, Cyn?” He fingered the lacey waistband, his fingers venturing beneath, to scorch a path over her stinging ass. “Do you want me to pull these pretties down?"
"Oh, yes, pull them down.” She arched into his touch when his hot fingertips touched her bare flesh. “Spank me properly."
"Excellent,” he said, pulling her panties down to her ankles.
Hobbled as the panties tangled around her ankles, Cyn felt the restraint deep inside, and it only served to turn her on more. Her sex wept for him, trembling as the resistance increased her excitement.
"What a good girl.” He spanked her harder.
She whimpered with need and arched up, taking it as foreplay. “I'm a woman, not a girl,” she insisted, remembering their discussion at the ball.
"You're a girl in the bedroom.” He caught her on the bottom of her ass with his open palm, driving her into his thigh.
She cried out with delight. Her stiff clit rubbing against his hard thigh, making her hungry sex spasm.
"Like that, do you?” he said, pleased, doing it again.
She shrieked with pleasure. “Yes,” she admitted, shuddering, the contact with her clit increasing.
"Now be a good girl, and reach down and play with your clit, Cyn. I want you to come while I spank you."
Embarrassed by the sultry command, she hesitated, even while she ached to obey.
"Now,” he said, his open swat catching the bottom of her ass harder, driving her higher.
She gasped and did as he said, her hand rushing to her clit, while he heated up the spanking, catching the bottom of her ass over and over again, making her moan. Her body tightened, and her sex spasmed, her ass throbbing as she came with a shriek. Her hand fell away from her clit. Jake's hand replaced it, his rough fingertip pressing her clit, his fingers filling her cunt, his little finger dipping into her juices and pressing into her anus. She gasped, as he loved her that way, wringing out an extended orgasm, which tore through her until she was limp. When it was over, she lay across his lap, totally drained.