Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3)

by Megan Michaels

  “S-sorry. But your mother—”

  “Don’t even finish that sentence. I think you need a good fucking.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at the screen. “We still have an hour. Strip and lie on your back on the bed.”

  Maddox walked to their toy box—pulling out her favorite vibrator along with a few other things. He turned at just the right time. Libby was just pulling her bra off, her shaved pussy already in view. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, the hefty globes wobbling with the movement, fluttering to the floor, her peach nipples smooth, not yet peaked—but only for the moment—he’d rectify that soon.

  He nodded to the bed, and she climbed onto it, lying on her back obediently. “Knees up, spread them wide, until you feel your pussy opening up for me.” Maddox stood at the end of the bed, facing her sex to have a bird’s view.

  Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment after all these years, and he found it adorable. He kept his features stern, burrowing his gaze into her, letting the uncomfortableness settle into her. Her legs trembled getting into position. The pink ruffled inner lips came into view as did her engorged clit, her hips thrusting, her opening winking with her spasms.

  “Mmm. Aroused, kitten?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her back arched, and her hips shifted on the bed.

  “I want you open to me, no interference.” He reached down clasping the cold metal bar, situating it between her feet, attaching the fur lined cuffs to her delicate ankles. The spreader bar would keep her moist sex available to his ministrations. “Give me your hands, babe.” Her small wrists were dwarfed by his large hands, placing the fur lined cuffs to each wrist and then attaching them to the bar also.

  Maddox sat back on his haunches staring at the glistening, pale pink cunt. Without warning, he slapped it with just enough force to have her jumping, the chains clanking on the bar as she tried to move away. A red bloom rose on her bare, puffy lips, his hand sticky with her juices.

  “You’re wet—as always, Libby. But I’d like to see this pussy a little redder I think. Will you cum quicker if I slap it lightly? Or harder? Mmm? Let’s see.”

  He alternated with short light slaps just above her clit, being very careful to focus more on her mound.

  Her back arched, elongating her neck, mouth open. “Oh, God.” She was close, but not close enough to come—not yet.

  Maddox then lowered his hand covering the whole of her pussy with a slap, sounding wet. He kept up a steady rhythm, the skin becoming inflamed, her inner lips now also red—but still glistening, her arousal dripping from her sex, the whole of his hand deliciously coated with it.

  Libby’s eye opened wide, she bit her lip, shouting from behind them. She fought to close her legs, the bar and chains rattling from her struggle.

  “Uh-uh. Guess it’s a good thing we have this bar to keep the naughty girl from closing her legs. This pussy is mine, girl. I do what I want with it. No one interferes, not even you.” He had been slapping during the conversation, halting when her eyes brightened with tears. He slipped his long fingers into his mouth, loudly sucking them. “Jesus, you have the sweetest pussy around, Elizabeth.”

  Her mouth lifted into a pleased smirk. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  He leaned forward over her body, poking a finger between her lips, his erection twitching as that little tongue fastidiously licked him clean.

  “Time for me to take my clothes off.” He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, undoing the sleeves first, then the front placket. Her sex throbbed, her hips unable to hold still. “You like it, babygirl? Does it make you think of a spanking? No spanking yet. This is about fucking you today—if you’re a good girl all day, I’ll spank you later. Okay?”

  “Oh, Daddy.” She dragged it out with a whine.

  Maddox quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you allowed to whine like that at your Daddy?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Not off to a good start, bad girl.” Now bare-chested, he undid his belt, taking his time, drawing the process out for her. She enjoyed watching him remove his belt, as did many submissives, and he loved teasing her with it too.

  She pressed her feet into the bed, her hips rising in arousal. He yanked it out of the belt loops, the leather slapping against the material, her chest heaving in anticipation.

  He pushed both his pants and shorts, over his engorged penis kicking them off completely. His cock bounced freely as he climbed onto the bed again, between her knees. He leaned forward, pressing his dick through her slick labia, nudging her clit exposed from under its hood.

  Libby gasped, her hips bucking against him.

  “Christ, girl. Easy.” Sitting on his heels, he slapped her cunt, loving to watch the skin quickly change colors. “Let me pay attention to my toys.”

  Hovering over her, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, the hard-as-steel tip gliding along the roof of his mouth, suctioning tightly until a light gasp was elicited from her lips. He popped it out, the tip moist and wet, looking up at his girl.

  Libby worried her now red bottom lip, no doubt fighting the need to cum.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Maddox pushed himself into her hard and fast. His balls slapped against her ass as his cock pistoned her drenched pussy. In times of stress and need, his woman liked to be fucked with deep, penetrating thrusts. He made sure to pound into her, bouncing off her sensitive flesh. With her hands and ankles cuffed to the bar, open and available to his whim, he ravished her hot, spanked cunt with abandon, pounding her so hard that he swore his balls would be battered from the process.

  Libby grunted and moaned each time he jammed into her, quickly turning into shouts and growls until her hips thrust up so high, her pussy squeezed his cock with her scream, milking and pumping him until that familiar tingle in the base of his spine preceded his shout. He spurted his semen into her, stream after stream with every thrust until spent. He collapsed onto her, her hot cunt still pulsing and quaking around him, her hip bones battering his own. Maddox continued to press deep into her, his hips swiveling his cock rubbing and sliding in their juices.

  His girl started gasping, murmuring at first quietly. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” Her sex had his still hard but spent cock in a vice-like hold, then bucking her hips so hard his body bounced on top of her; she groaned with her second release. The growl dragged out, low and deep in her throat, until she dropped her ass back down onto the bed, exhausted.

  Maddox’s cock slipped out of her even as her hips jerked and trembled under him. He kissed her neck and face tenderly. “Now that, my girl, is how you get your brains fucked out.”

  Without even opening her eyes, she smiled faintly. “Indeed.”

  “Been a while since we’ve done it hard and fast like that—and with a spreader bar too—we may have to play with this more often if this is the response we get.” He winked at her.

  At that comment, she opened one eye and smiled at him. “I would like that, Daddy.”

  Rising up on his elbows, still on top of her, he said, “Now, time for a serious talk.”

  Her throat visibly worked as she swallowed, her eyes searching his face. “Okay.”

  “You need to keep your mouth and actions in check, not just today, but for the rest of the week. I’ll paddle your little ass every night if I have to. Clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her ass shifted under him; he had no doubt clenching at the mere mention of the hard, unforgiving paddle.

  “I know my mother is difficult, trust me, but my father and I can handle her. Your only job is to listen to me and believe me. You’re to come to me with any problems or difficulties. You will not wait until they’re out of hand. Understand?”

  “But I know how to handle things myself. I lived a long time without a Daddy, you know.” Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips thinned.

  He grabbed her chin, lowering his voice. “You have a Daddy now. You’re no longer required to handle things on your own; that’s my job. If you need a quick lesson on t
his, I’m sure I can find time to paddle your ass before they get here. Is that what we’re doing next?”

  Libby shook her head vigorously. “N-no. No, Daddy. I’ll come to you. I promise.”

  “You know what to expect if you don’t, right?” He let go of her chin, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the ever-ready paddle.

  “Y-yes, Sir.” She stared at the wooden paddle with wide eyes as if it may bite her.

  He nodded at her, tossing it back to the dresser, returning his unyielding gaze back at her. “Keep it in mind. Always.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Maddox leaned in kissing her lips gently. “I just don’t want you getting upset unnecessarily. I’m here to make things easier for you, babygirl.” He climbed off her, undoing her hand and ankle cuffs. “Let’s get up and get ready for them. It’s almost time.”

  They quietly dressed, each in their thoughts, calm and sated. He looked over just as Libby was pulling her dress pants up her legs. He grabbed her by the arm, tucking her under his own and against his hip, slapping her bottom covered by the barely there white, nylon panties. “Maybe a little sting to this bottom will help keep you focused. And you do not bark out orders to me—no matter how stressed you are. Understand.”

  Libby squealed, her feet stomping on the floor doing the spanking dance. “Yes, Daddy. Ow.”

  The quickly turning red skin could be seen through the gauzy material, his cock twitched. “You’ll be Daddy’s good girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her feet still pounded the floor.

  He stopped, standing her up, her pants puddle on the floor under her feet, having come off during her little dance. “Does your backside sting, young lady?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. I have more where that came from, but I think this may be enough for you today. Mmm?”

  She nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He slapped her ass one more time—hard—for good measure. “Now you go down and finish filling the dishwasher since you had such an attitude about it.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She buttoned up her pants, walking out of the room. He smiled to himself when she rubbed her poor spanked backside before taking the steps downstairs. God, he loved this woman. His woman.

  Libby sat with Maddox and his parents around the kitchen table, all their wedding paraphernalia strewn about them.

  She leaned over to grab the invitations. “These are the invitations we picked out, our colors are tan and blue to go—”

  “Here. Let me explain the theme and where we’re getting married.” He shot Libby a look that said ‘Let me handle this’ and she reluctantly handed him the invitations, sitting back, giving him control.

  Why was that so hard? Just sit back, let him handle the conflict, the emotions, and the inevitable chaos. However, her nature was to organize and coordinate—not just events or schedules, which she excelled at, but also people, places, and things. She’d thrown some great parties over the years, events that people looked forward to having been to one of her affairs in the past. Here she sat as a bystander, while Daddy handled explaining—not as well as she would—their planned wedding.

  Maddox tried explaining how the venue would be outdoors overlooking the canyon and valley, with a pool nearby. Libby knew if he would just open the album she had made with pictures of previous weddings and the different views of the site, he’d have them where he wanted them. She pushed the album in front of him, casually opening it so they could see the gorgeous weddings from the past.

  “Oh, my God! Is that the view?” David turned the album to get a better glimpse.

  “And what if it’s raining? Or windy? You know how the Santa Anna winds can be in the fall. You wouldn’t have to worry if you were inside a church.”

  And, of course, Pam had to go straight to the negative. Her attitude drove Libby nuts, she knew it was a concern and had questioned the owner about that very issue. Did Maddox’s mother just have to rain on everything presented? Did she?

  “I already handled that. I asked—”

  “I’ve got this, Elizabeth.” Maddox narrowed his gaze at her, his hand squeezing her thigh, digging his fingers into the soft inner flesh—a very clear warning.

  She silently nodded, and he resumed talking like it hadn’t even occurred. “Mom, the Santa Anna winds are in October, so of course we asked since our wedding is in the middle of that. But we’ve been assured that if winds are predicted that day, or if there are fires, God forbid, we’ll move the wedding inside the decorated barn. The same goes for rain. We have this handled. It’s what we both want. There are horses, alpacas, and goats in the pasture nearby, but it has the grandeur of a pool overlooking the valley and mountains for evening swimming. And, did we show you?” He flipped through the pages, pointing at one. “This house has five bedrooms; we’ve rented it for the weekend, and Libby and I, plus you and Dad, and her parents can stay there. We won’t have to drive anywhere at the end of the reception. We’ll just walk across the lawn to our house.”

  Maddox smiled at them smugly, closing the portfolio. Sliding his hand across the top of it, he said, “Pretty nice, don’t you think? Elizabeth has thought of everything, and she’s been tireless with every detail.”

  Pam pursed her lips, staring at the album, her back stiff. “I always thought you wanted to marry in a church? Like your sister did. You never said you wanted an outdoor wedding—until now.” Her eyes first made contact with Maddox and then skirted toward Libby before quickly returning to Maddox again. Obviously, she hoped to garner some sympathy swaying his opinion.

  “Mom, we’ve had this discussion—”

  “Pamela, are you uncomfortable in that wooden chair? Maybe we should take a walk outside. Get some fresh air.” David stood grasping Pam’s elbow urging her to stand.

  “Oh. I’m fine…I mean…if you think, we should take a walk…I guess.” Both her hands brushed lightly across her bottom as if dusting off her pants.

  That’s odd. Almost as if she was protecting her bottom.

  “I do. It was a long ride, and I think a walk might clear the air a bit as well letting us stretch a bit.” He guided her toward the door with a hand on the small of her back. “We’ll be back shortly to finish this conversation.”

  ***

  Libby picked up the coffee mugs and plates putting them neatly into the sink, returning to Maddox, who was now standing by the kitchen table.

  “I thought we had discussed letting me handle the conversation with my parents?”

  “You did take care of it. What are you talking about?”

  Was he going to start a fight? Now?

  “After I cut you off, wrenching the invitations from your hands.”

  “You had to do no such thing. I gave them to you nicely. And for the record, I would have presented the details in a much better way, but who’s counting. Don’t do , Maddox! Not now. I really am not in the mood after dealing with your mother. I’m just not.” Libby turned with more plates in her hand to bring to the sink, leaving him standing in the dining room.

  What the fuck? How did this become my issue?

  She stomped back to him, hands on her hips. “And another thing. I sat back and didn’t even interrupt. I was the good little fiancée not having an opinion, playing the dutiful bride-to-be. I listened to you drivel on about the wedding, forgetting important details, not even correcting you once! That deserves an award, in my book.”

  “You deserve something all right, but a reward wasn’t what I was thinking.” He stalked toward her.

  Her heart galloped instantly at his narrowed gaze a slight tic in his jaw present. “W-what are you doing?” She backed up only a half-step before his hands grabbed her hips, pressing her over the back of a chair, keeping her in place with a hand in the middle of her back.

  “How do you speak to Daddy? Mmm, bad girl?” He reached under her, unbuttoning her pants, whisking them and her panties down simultaneously to rest just under her buttocks.

  “Madd—Daddy!
What if they come back?” Libby craned her neck, looking toward the foyer.

  “They can’t see in here from the doorway, but I’d hear them come in and fix your pants quickly. You have bigger concerns right now. Answer the question. How are you supposed to speak to Daddy?” He swatted the middle of her bottom the sting spreading instantly.

  “Ow. I’m expected to be respectful.” She gripped the edge of the table to prevent herself from covering her backside.

  “So referring to my discussion as ‘drivel,’ would that be respectful?” While talking Daddy picked up the spatula from the breakfast casserole dish, wiping it clean with a paper napkin.

  Libby watched him carefully, goose bumps rising on her skin. She had a funny feeling about this and quickly rushed in with her response. “N-no, it wasn’t Daddy. And I’m sorry. It’s not drivel—ever.”

  “Is that so?” He slapped the spatula several times in a row, fast and hard, across what felt like all areas of her bottom.

  Her toes danced on the floor, the bite of the whippy plastic implement making her ass tingle. “Y-yes. I’m sorry.”

  “And I never expect you to be mindless or silent, but I do want you listening to an order that I make for your protection. I wanted to have this conversation so you wouldn’t get hurt or say something you’d regret.” His arm swung out, and he resumed paddling her backside. Each word accentuated with a smack of the unforgiving plastic. “I never expect you to be the ‘dutiful bride-to-be’, but I want you to be respectful. Clear?”

  “Y-yes. Oh God. Yes, Daddy.”

  “Okay. I expect better from you. Now, before you pull those pants up, go wash your spanking off this spatula before returning it to the breakfast casserole.”

  Did he just tell me to wash my ‘spanking’ off that damn thing?