by Selena Kitt
"Don't be naughty, Ally. If you're naughty, I'll have to spank you."
"Please," she said, thrashing around. "You mustn't look at me there."
"Why not? Your cute little asshole belongs to me too, Ally. Now be good and hold still while I look upon what's mine, or I will redden your naughty bottom cheeks before I pound my cock into you."
When she didn't comply with his wishes to hold still, he commenced spanking her, as promised. He held her in place and swatted her cheeks, concentrating on the tender spot where her thighs and buttocks met. The fire of his slaps built and built, but so did her need to have him inside her, pounding her hard and claiming her as his wife.
"Please, no more! I-I'll hold still." The pain and shame of being punished while completely naked overruled her pride, and when he finally ceased slapping her bottom cheeks, she inhaled a deep breath and forced herself to remain still for his inspection.
Once again, he pulled her ass cheeks apart, until she felt her asshole clenching and unclenching involuntarily as he stretched her wider and wider. She couldn't believe he was looking upon this part of her. Then, to her utter shock, he spread the slickness from her pussy over her pucker and gently pushed a finger inside.
"This hole belongs to me, Ally. In time, I will fuck you here. And when that time comes, you will be a good, obedient wife and take all of my cock in your ass. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Despite her shame, the heat pulsing in her core throbbed more insistently at the idea of being claimed in her most private place.
"Good. Now turn over and spread your legs wide. Be a good little girl and offer me your pussy."
Finally. She did as he asked, quivering with need and panting so hard she saw dark spots. As she fought for her breath, he positioned his hard, thick cock at her wet, throbbing entrance. He again pinioned her wrists above her head, then he met her eyes and surged inside her, pushing past her virginal resistance with one deep, hard thrust.
* * *
Holy fuck. Ally's pussy was so tight. Rick stilled within her and waited for the grimace of pain to vanish from her face. When she finally wiggled beneath him, prompting him to move inside her, he was only too happy to comply. He withdrew from her and drove deep into her tightness again.
He held her down as he fucked her, and the whimpers and moans that drifted up from her told him she was enjoying herself. Well, that and the increasing wetness of her pussy. She was fucking drenched.
When she met his gaze, her eyes were glazed over and blissful. She undulated against him harder, and he started fucking her faster, driving his cock as deep as possible into her wet heat. Each time he felt his release approaching, he paused within her for several seconds, until the urge was contained and he could continue fucking her and loving her in the way he'd spent the last two weeks imagining.
"Rick, please, I'm close, so close." The blissful look on her face transformed to an urgent, pleading look that prompted him to release her wrists, grab her hips, and pound her as hard and fast as was humanly possible. The headboard shook violently against the wall with his harsh, rapid movements.
Her legs stiffened and her center lurched against him, and then her pussy contracted around his cock as she found her release. She closed her eyes and cried out, and her pleasure and increased tightness soon pushed him past the point of no return. Sharp tremors raced up his inner thighs and his balls tightened.
He came inside her with a deep growl, not ceasing his pounding of her pussy until the last pulsing remnant of his orgasm faded. Then he slowly withdrew from her and gathered her in his arms.
Tenderness for Ally spread through his chest, making his breaths tight. God, he cared for her, more than he'd imagined he ever would for any wife he took. He was lucky to have found a girl as sweet and responsive, albeit stubborn and prideful at times, as his Ally.
He kissed her forehead, remembering the time he'd held her after their wedding ceremony, when she'd tearfully requested he kiss her forehead again. She melted against him and emitted a peaceful sigh.
"That was…wow." She pulled away from him slightly and met his eyes. She stroked the side of his face and blinked back moisture. "I'm so glad you came back, Rick. I was so worried."
He laced his fingers through hers, then kissed the back of her hand. "I'll always come back to you, my little captive bride."
She giggled. "Perhaps I should try to run away every now and then, just to keep you on your toes."
He gave her a mock stern look. "Perhaps I should begin each morning with you across my lap, getting your cute little bottom warmed to remind you to behave."
A pretty blush stained her cheeks. "I was joking, sir."
"I wasn't." He crooked a finger at her. "Now come here, naughty wife."
The End
Sue Lyndon
Sue Lyndon is the author of dozens of naughty spanking romances in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate. Please feel free to connect with Sue on Twitter, Goodreads, or Facebook.
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Her Captain's Command
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Chapter One
United States Naval Commander, Blaine Rogers, sat at his desk and read over the message that had been delivered earlier. It would appear that a last minute change had been made. The executive officer, or XO, that had been assigned to him for his upcoming ship cruise had been reassigned, and the new XO was a C.R. "Charlie" Vandecamp, Lt. Commander. Since there would be no opportunity to meet with Vandecamp before they boarded the ship, Blaine would have to brief the new man at the time of his arrival. A scowl crossed his face. It was not the way he liked to do things, but he had to trust that those in command knew what they were doing. He laid the note aside and turned his attention to the stack of paperwork on his mammoth-sized mahogany desk that awaited his signature.
After signing off on all the papers, he stood up and stretched before crossing the room to pour a cup of coffee. Picking up a mug from the table, he stirred creamer into the dark liquid and took a sip. It was strong, just the way he liked it. He returned to his desk and looked again at the notice about his new XO. There was no information given, other than name and rank. Blaine could look up his file, but why bother? He would meet him soon enough. He had one week to prepare for six months at sea. There were far more important things to do. He worked a few hours longer before finally locking his office and heading across the base to his quarters.
After a quick meal and a hot shower, Blaine laid his tall, well-muscled frame onto his bed and switched on the television set in his bedroom. He watched the news and turned off the set when it was over to try and get some shut eye.
But sleep was slow in coming that night. Single and unattached, the handsome officer was not lacking for female attention. He was careful in his selections, however, given his station with the Navy. If he needed a pretty face to serve as an escort to a ball or other function, he usually chose a female officer. As far as any kind of social life, he dated rarely. One broken heart, early in his life, had sworn him off any sort of serious relationship. There had been others, of course. A man with his
physical attributes could only turn so many gorgeous faces away before giving in to his own needs. But the excuse he always used when things got serious was that it wasn't fair to the woman in his life for him to be away at sea for half a year at a time. It had worked for him. He enjoyed the company of a sweet, young thing for several months, breaking it off when it was time to return to the sea. He avoided messy breakups that way, and it was not his habit to have a girl in every port, as some of his comrades chose to do.
Besides, he was building a career. Marriage and family had no place in his life right now. Would he like to marry someday? Yes, he thought he probably would. But Charlotte Rose Hanna had been the only woman he had ever come close to taking the plunge with. When they had parted ways, something inside him had grown hard and cold. He never knew exactly what had happened in that relationship. They had both been young college sweethearts, planning a future together, or so he had thought. On the day after their graduation, she had told him she needed some space. That was the popular phrase back then. He had questioned her, but she had simply said she was unsure of her future and had accused him of smothering her.
Angry and hurt, he had told her she wouldn't have to worry about that ever again and had stormed out of her place, never looking back. The next day, he enrolled in the Navy's Officer Candidate School, thus moving his life in a different direction. He had never heard from Charlotte Rose again. Occasionally, her memory found its way to the surface, and he wondered what had become of her. He no longer kept in contact with any of the friends they shared from their college days, so he had no way of knowing, other than looking her up on the internet or social media, which he stayed away from.
Why was he suddenly thinking of her tonight? He needed rest. There was a lot of work to be done in the next week. But try as he might, he could not shake the memory of her face that night. Golden blonde hair that fell to just above her waist, bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, a petite build, a bubbly personality and quick wit made the perfect contrast to his tall frame and dark hair and eyes. Charlotte was smart, the top of her class. He had been surprised when she said she didn't know what her future held. He had thought she would enter the corporate world, as he had planned to do. In fact, he had pretty much mapped out their lives in his mind back then. They would obtain suitable positions, save their money, pool it and buy a nice home in a good neighborhood. They would then marry and raise a family, living the all-American dream. It was perfect. He couldn't understand why she didn't see it through his eyes. What had happened to make her so suddenly rebellious? Many times, he wondered: if he had stayed and tried to make her understand how deeply he cared for her, if he had given her the space she asked for, or if he had simply just taken charge and taken her in hand, would things have turned out differently?
He would never know the answers to these questions because, like any proud young man who had been rejected, he had done the only thing that made sense to him at the time. He had fled, leaving the memories and dreams behind to start a new life. He chose the Navy because he had always loved the sea, and he liked the idea of traveling the world. Free and unattached was to be his new motto. And it had served him well. He worked his way up the ranks, and had seen the world. He was still free and unattached and, for a while, that was just the way he liked it. Lately, though, as he watched most of his friends take the plunge, he began to wonder if it wasn't time for him to think about settling down. He wouldn't give up his Navy career, but it might be wise to begin searching for a suitable bride; one who would keep the home fires burning for him. Why, then, was Charlotte Rose invading his thoughts now, of all times? That ship had sailed long ago. By now, she was probably happily married with two kids, a dog, the white picket fence and a fantastic job. He would never know.
He finally turned over one last time, plumped the pillow with his fist and laid his head back down. Slumber overtook him, but dreams of a petite blonde prevented him from a deep and dreamless rest.
* * *
Charlie sighed as she read her new orders. Could it be? She had never known what had happened to her old college flame. After a horrendous fight, he had stormed out of her apartment one night, and she had never heard from him again. Had Blaine really joined the Navy? How could she have not known that? He must have gone to OCS after their breakup. It certainly had not been in his plans when she'd known him. After all, she had been in the Navy for a while now. She would have thought their paths would have crossed before now. She and her husband, Timothy Vandecamp, had met shortly after she had enlisted. After recruit training, she had chosen the officer path and had gone on to Officer Candidate School at the recommendation of her superiors. That was where she had met Tim, and they had married after only dating for two months, both of them new to military life. She had used her degree in communications to her advantage and had climbed the ranks quickly. She and Tim had spent a good deal of the early years of their marriage apart, assigned to different bases and ships. It hadn't been good for the marriage. Tim had asked for a divorce a year ago. He was getting out of the Navy, rather than continuing on the career path. He was resigning his commission and wanted to live a "normal" life. He told her she could do the same or no longer be his wife. She chose the Navy. She was in it for the long haul, wanting to make it a career. That sounded harsh to some, especially her family, who didn't understand at all. She figured that if she truly loved Tim, there would have been no hesitation, no decision to make. She would have complied with his wishes in a heartbeat. But the mere fact that she had to think about it told her the marriage wasn't strong enough to survive. And it had rankled her rebellious side for him to demand she leave her career or else! If he wanted a divorce, so be it, he could have it. It hadn't taken long for him to find his "normal", either. He had remarried four months after the divorce was final.
She had thought about taking back her maiden name of Hanna, but as she had recently achieved the rank of Lt. Commander, she didn't want to have to go through all the red tape that would be required, so she had kept his last name. When she had enlisted, she had decided to use her initials instead of her given name of Charlotte, and she was simply Charlie to those who knew her or worked with her.
Forcing her mind back to the present, she looked again at the name of her commanding officer. Was it really her Blaine, after all these years? Funny how she still thought of him as her Blaine. She had never gotten over the way he had left her that night. All she had asked for was a bit of time and space to figure things out. They were moving so quickly, he wanted them to find jobs immediately and begin saving for their future. She wanted to live life a bit, after all, what was the rush? They had their whole lives ahead of them. She hadn't expected him to disappear from her life. Perhaps that was why she had rushed into the marriage with Tim. She was afraid of the same thing happening again.
Now, however, if her commanding officer in this new assignment was really that same Blaine Rogers, how would he react to seeing her again? And how would she be able to work under him, on a ship at sea for the next six months, no less? Of course, there would be ample time to avoid him, when they were in port, but still, it could prove to be an extremely harrowing six months. And then, after that, when they returned from sea, would he be her commander for the rest of the assignment, as well? Maybe, he would be reassigned. She could only hope.
She wasn't supposed to be on this ship. It had been a last minute reassignment. It seemed fate had taken over and was about to throw her and Blaine together, after all. All the years of wondering what had happened to him were about to end. Now, she would know. Again, she realized it was a wonder they had not run into each other before now.
She clicked on his name with the mouse and began to read about him on her computer, wanting to learn all she could before she boarded the ship next week. There was no time for her to meet with him beforehand. She would be arriving in San Diego just before they boarded. Would he look up her file and discover that she was Charlotte Rose or would he be surprised to find that
Charlie Vandecamp and Charlotte Rose Hanna were one and the same?
An hour and a half later, bleary-eyed and exhausted, Charlie shut down her computer and crawled into bed. Blaine had made quite a name for himself in the Navy, it would seem. Known as an excellent commander, it was a privilege and an honor for many to serve under him. Charlie wondered if she would feel the same way, given their past history together. Would he make things hard for her? She was quite capable of handling the job of executive officer, she knew that. But would Blaine acknowledge that? She remembered that he liked things done a certain way, and she was sure that was one thing that had not changed over the years. In fact, she wondered if it was even more so now, after all his years in the Navy.
There was nothing wrong with wanting things done right; however, Captain Rogers could choose to make her life a living hell for the next six months. She could only hope he had mellowed towards her over the years. Perhaps he was married now and hadn't given her a thought in all this time. That would be the best case scenario.
She fell into a deep sleep, but thoughts of a lost love invaded her dreams.
The next morning, she sat at the breakfast table and wondered if Blaine was still as handsome and buff as he had been in college. Of course, he was fit; she knew he would have to be. He certainly had been gorgeous back in the day. He had made her heart flutter from the first time she had laid eyes on him. Dark hair, deep brown eyes, tall and built, he had turned the heads of many of her fellow co-eds back then. When he had chosen her above all the others, she couldn't help but be surprised. After all, she was just little Charlotte Rose Hanna, small town girl. But he had picked her, and the first time he had asked her out for coffee, she had stammered and hesitated before finally saying yes. After that first encounter, the two were inseparable. For the next four years, they were the campus sweethearts; the couple everyone thought would end up together, successful and happy. Ha! Little did they know it wasn't to be.