by Selena Kitt
She surrendered to him, her body soft and pliant, eager. "Yes, sir," she murmured between kisses. It had a husky, sexy lilt—the hint of a tease. She may be inexperienced with dominance and submission, but her instincts were submissive through and through. She loved surrender.
He made a last deal with fate: If she accepted punishment now, she was truly his and he'd be in one hundred percent. "Your first lesson will be in respect. You don't get to yell at me, even when you're upset."
She blinked and uncertainty crept into her expression, as if worried he was truly angry with her.
"You can speak your mind, but you have to stay respectful."
Her lips parted.
There. How would she take this, when it was semi-real? He thought for sure it would piss her off.
"I-I'm sorry." She looked genuinely upset. Because she was that sweet.
It pinched his heart.
He kissed the tremble in her lips away, teaching her, in this first lesson, that he'd be there for her. He wouldn't let her fall. "I'm going to have to punish, you, Katie girl."
She yielded, her body softening against his.
Pure surrender.
* * *
Her brain was completely muddled. Her body was on fire. She wasn't sure if Rob was playing a game or really punishing her. She didn't really care, as long as it involved his signature "hard fucking" afterward.
He took her hand and led her to the sofa where he sat down facing her. He thumbed open the button on her jean shorts and shimmied them down her hips until they dropped to the floor.
"Ready, baby?" His voice sounded gravelly.
Her pussy dripped moisture onto her inner thigh. "Yes, sir."
He guided her torso not over his lap, as she'd expected, but to lean over his shoulder, so they were in an embrace. He tugged her panties down and squeezed her bare bottom, which tingled in anticipation of his touch.
Her heart thudded against her chest and her palms were sweaty.
"You have a perfect ass, Dimples. Am I allowed to call you that if I promise it's with affection?"
"Yes, sir." He was allowed to do pretty much anything he wanted, as long as he kept stroking her bottom and stoking the flames of desire within her. She'd never felt so desirable. Or desirous.
He drew his hand back and slapped one cheek, then rubbed away the sting.
She gasped, then wriggled her bottom for more.
He slapped the same side again. Just when she started to wonder if he'd only be able to slap one side in that position, his other hand caught the opposite cheek.
"Hrm." She made a sound, somewhere between a groan and a purr.
Rob set up a slow cadence, spanking one side, then the other, always rubbing and kneading the offended cheeks in between.
He slipped one hand in front of her hips and brushed her clit with his thumb.
It throbbed for more. She bucked her hips, shoving them forward, seeking more of his touch.
He obliged, settling the pad of his thumb right over her swollen nub and rubbing small circles around it.
She let out a keening cry.
He spanked her with the other hand, while continuing to torment her clit.
"Oh God," she moaned.
Another spank. More circling. Her temperature must be one hundred and eight degrees by now. She felt like a bomb about to explode. The sense of urgency overrode all her brain functions. She clawed at his shoulder and back, whined and moaned, humping the air in her desperate need to get off.
"Come here, Kaitlyn." Rob's voice seemed far away.
Fortunately, he didn't wait for her to comprehend, but simply moved her a step backward and opened his jeans. His huge cock sprang out.
She started to sink to her knees, her eyes locked on his member, but he caught her elbows.
"Ride me."
She had completely lost all sense, because she would've have hopped on without another thought. Fortunately, he was thinking for both of them and pulled out a condom. He snapped open the foil package and sheathed his cock in record time.
Even so, the delay killed her. She straddled him, impaling herself on his stiffened manhood. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned as she sank down onto him. "Yes," she breathed.
He gripped her hips and pulled her forward and back, controlling the pace and the movement. Well, she preferred it that way. She'd never liked being on top before. The performance pressure always got to her.
Now, she felt free. Rob was in control. All she had to do was rock her pelvis and grind her clit down to take her own wild pleasure. She panted for breath, heat coming off her in waves. His cock filled her, stretched her wide, bumping her inner walls at a punishing force. His muscled arms flexed as he moved her pelvis faster and faster.
She was close to reaching the pinnacle. The highest she'd ever been. Her head fell back and her eyes closed.
Rob's fingers closed on her right nipple, clamping down hard.
She gave a shriek of protest and his hand moved between her legs. When he pinched her clit, she toppled over the brink, freefalling into ecstasy.
Her pussy seized his cock and squeezed as wave after wave of release flowed through her.
"Did I say you could come?" he growled.
She couldn't even focus on him.
He gripped her hips harder and thrust up to meet her each time he yanked her in against him. "Did I fucking say you could come?" he shouted between clenched teeth.
Her eyes widened, suddenly worried she'd done something very wrong, but then he cupped her bottom and pulled her in tight, burying his cock deep for his own powerful finish.
She watched him come, thrilled to see the same level of pleasure she'd achieved mirrored in his expression. When he finished, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips tracing the puckered skin there.
He jerked away, his hand flying to her wrist.
She gasped. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?"
He seemed to force himself to relax. He leaned back against the sofa pillows again and returned her hand to his neck, his larger palm covering it. "No. I just don't like to be touched there. But it's okay. Go ahead."
"Does it feel… icky?"
One corner of his lips lifted, probably at her childish choice of words. "Yeah."
"Someday, will you tell me what happened?"
He closed his eyes, and she wished she hadn't pushed. Hadn't they already fought once today over this? But to her surprise, he spoke. "I was Force Recon. On a security detail. My three other detail members and I were scouting the area before we allowed the VIP's Jeep to come through. There was a bomb."
"An IED?"
"Well, a regular roadside bomb. IED technically stands for improvised explosive device and this wasn't improvised. It was a regular landmine, doing what it was supposed to do."
"You weren't the only one hurt?" She made a guess.
The light in his eyes died completely. "I was the only one who lived."
Her eyes filled with tears, but she looked away and blinked rapidly. He didn't need her tears—they helped nothing. "I'm sorry," she choked.
His lips twisted as if he was holding in some threatened emotion. He lifted her off his cock and to her feet, and her heart ached for him.
Damn, he was pulling away again.
He stood, removed the condom and headed into her bathroom.
She pulled up her panties and put her shorts back on. Well. She wondered what would happen now. Would he leave when he emerged? What should she do? Sit down? Clean up the kitchen?
She was still standing there like an idiot when he returned. He sat right back down on the couch and grasped her hand, tugging her down to sit on his lap.
"My mom emailed me about a possible job opportunity."
Kaitlyn tried to hide her shock at this sudden confidence. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, it's with a hot air balloon company here in San Diego. I guess they like having retired military because we're good in high-stress situations, we're
strong, and we know how to use radio communications."
"Sounds good." She went for a neutral tone.
He toyed with the fingers of her hand, examining them, running his thumb over her fingernails. "Yeah, I guess I might try it out. Maybe they'd let me trade for a ride for us or something."
She lifted her gaze to meet his, surprised.
He looked uncertain. "I mean, if you'd be interested in something like that."
"I would," she said quickly.
He smiled, a slow smile that stretched farther on his good side. "Cool."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek—on the scarred side, hoping it didn't bother him too much. She wanted him to get used to her touch there, to accept that part of himself.
"Listen," he said and she tensed, preparing for another brush-off. "I know I've been a dick. I wasn't looking for a relationship."
She held her breath, her heart thudding bluntly against her chest. Totally a brush off. It was okay. She could handle it. She was a big girl.
"But I really like you. I didn't expect any of this." He waved his hand at the two of them, their bodies intertwined on her sofa. "But I'm down. I mean, I'd like to give it a shot. Be your man." He shrugged. "Or just date. But I'm not very good at that. With you, I'd be an all-in kinda guy."
She put her hand on the mottled skin of his face. "I'm down. Or in, or whatever."
His lips twisted into a sexy smile. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "Totally."
"Good, because I have this fantasy about you. Wait—it might piss you off."
She giggled. "What is it?"
His eye crinkled on the right side. "No, never mind."
She picked up a couch pillow and smacked his head with it. He let it fall once, but the second time she swung, he snatched it away and tossed her face down over his lap.
"Naughty girl." His hand clapped down on her ass. It seemed to hurt more post-orgasm. He spanked her four more times in rapid succession, then let her up.
She fell back to the sofa beside him, breathless and probably red-faced. Still, she persisted. "Tell me."
He had a devious look on his face. "I keep seeing you as my 1950's housewife. You'd have your hair pulled up in that ponytail like you did the day I met you, and you'd be baking brownies or a rib dinner in a frilly apron and nothing else. I'd bend you over the kitchen table and paddle your ass with a wooden spoon when you disobeyed."
Her pussy moistened again.
"Oh yeah?" She cleared her throat because it sounded a little froggy. "Does that mean I'd be a stay-at-home mom? Er… wife?" She blushed, wondering if she'd just overstepped with her own fantasy.
He straightened his back, his expression turning earnest. "You could. I have great retirement benefits because of my disability."
She must be beet red now. Was he serious?
As if he, too, realized he'd gone too far, he said, "I mean, if we get that far. You know. It's a possibility."
Her heart jackhammering, she swallowed down her nerves and asked the question most important to her. "Do you want to have kids?"
He blinked at her.
Oh crap. She shouldn't have asked. He looked so startled.
He picked up her hand and smoothed her fingers down on his thigh. "You know, with you, I think I would."
She hardly dared breathe.
"When I was a kid I always thought I'd be a family man. I mean, I had nice parents. A nice upbringing. But eight years in the military hardened me. I didn't think about shit like that because it was more about staying alive and completing the mission." He reached a hand out and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "Maybe that's why I didn't go for girls like you—" He waved his palms out in surrender— "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know I made some false assumptions. But what I'm saying is—I didn't mess with the kind of girl you pick to be your wife and the mother of your children because I didn't see that on my horizon."
She wasn't sure whether to be offended or pleased. When she tried to withdraw her hand from Rob's knee, he caught it, lifted it to his lips and bit down.
"Ow," she giggle-shrieked, more shocked than harmed.
"So am I way off base again?" he asked.
It was hard to believe this was the same gruff man she'd met just a week before. His face was open and friendly, his pale blue eyes still assessing, but in a much warmer way.
"What do you mean?"
"Can you see yourself as my little housewife?"
She nodded her head, hardly daring to speak. Her face still flamed with embarrassment.
His gaze was decidedly warm now. "You'd make a great mom."
She sort of wished she had that apron now, because she would lift it up and hide her face. Actually, she did own an apron that fit his description. "Hang on a sec." She lifted one finger in the air and extricated her hand from his grasp. "I'll be right back, okay?"
He gave her a curious look. "You'd better hurry," he warned.
She grinned, her bottom clenching at his mock threat. She dashed to the kitchen, which was really just behind the couch, since her place was tiny. She stripped right there, keeping an eye on Rob. When he started to turn his head, she cried, "Don't look!"
He chuckled. "Okay, but make it snappy, little girl."
She pulled the apron out of a drawer and tied it on. Adorned with little decorative balls as fringe, the blue fabric print actually featured hundreds of tiny 1950's type pin up girls. It was perfect. She dashed into her bedroom for a pair of high heeled pumps to complete the look. She wished he had a beer to bring him, but settled for a glass of iced tea and used a plate as a serving tray.
The heels clacked on the floor as she returned. "You can look now."
His eyes bugged. "Oh lordy, yes. Now that's what I'm talking about."
She knelt in front of him and offered up the iced tea. "I'd greet you at home with a beer and a blowjob," she said, blushing at her own audacity.
His stare grew intense.
She seemed to be in a permanent state of flush. Her cheeks burned.
"Are you fucking serious?" he demanded after a beat.
"Y-yes?"
If he liked it that much, she'd do it every day.
He took the iced tea and set it down on the side table, then lifted her by her forearms, pulled her in and crushed her mouth to his. "You are so fucking hot. I can't believe you just offered that," he murmured between bruising kisses. He maneuvered her onto her back on the couch, grabbing her ankles and tossing them over his shoulders. Her breasts fell to the sides, peeking out of the bib of the apron. He slapped one of them.
She gasped, pussy clenching.
"You'd better know that I'm going to fuck the hell out of you now. There is no way you can wear that outfit without serious consequences."
She loved the way he made sex sound like punishment. It made it seem dangerous and thrilling and terrifying all at once.
He patted his pockets. "Except I don't have another condom. Do you have one?"
"Yes. In the drawer of my nightstand."
He gave her a fierce look and lifted her legs straight in the air. "Do. Not. Move. If you move one muscle before I get back, I will spank you until you cry, understand, Katie-Girl?"
She nearly orgasmed right then. His dominance turned her to jelly. "I understand," she gasped.
"Good girl."
She closed her eyes. Those words should not make her feel so warm and gooey inside. With her legs held stiffly in the air, she counted the seconds until he returned—thirty-three.
Rob smiled to see her still in place. "You are a good girl, aren't you?" He shucked his t-shirt. The sight of his burns still shocked her, but she didn't try to pretend they weren't there. They were part of him. "You're so good it might be hard to come up with reasons to punish you. We might have to institute a maintenance night."
"What's maintenance night?" she asked.
* * *
"It's a weekly spanking, to make sure you remember who's in charge." He closed her legs and lifted her ank
les into the air. He peppered her luscious bare ass with light smacks. Her pussy, exposed in that position, caught a few spanks and she shrieked.
He looked down at the hottest example of submission he'd ever seen, and he had a fair amount of experience. Clad in nothing but a frilly apron and high heels, her red hair fanned out from her head, bare ass and pussy presented, her expression held nothing but eager devotion.
"You have no idea how hot you are to me right now."
She made the best moon eyes he'd ever seen.
He shoved his jeans down and rolled the condom over his cock.
She licked her lips, not taking her eyes from his cock. Her hips wiggled invitingly.
"That's right, Katie-Girl. It's time for your fucking." He spread her legs. Her plump pussy parted, moisture glistening at her entrance.
It didn't matter that he'd had her just a short while before. This time was a holy experience. His body shook with the force of his desire for her. He teased her clit with the head of his sheathed cock, enjoying the wide-eyed shock and desire that played over her expression.
"Take me," he muttered as he pushed into her without warning. He nearly came from the feel of her tight heat.
"O-oh! Yes, sir."
He definitely could get used to that kind of yes, sir. So sweet and submissive. With her ankles up over his shoulders, he gripped the fronts of her thighs and pulled her in to meet his thrusts.
Fast and hard, he pistoned in and out of her, lust raging too hot to slow down or be gentle. He'd make it up to her later. After her fucking.
The position was uber hot, but he wanted to slam into her harder, with the bracing of furniture beneath her body so he could truly drill into her.
He pulled out.
Her mouth rounded to a little 'oh'.
He offered a hand to help her up. "Bend over the arm of the couch, baby. I need to give it to you harder."
Her knees wobbled beneath her. He caught her around the waist and guided her where he wanted her. "Are you okay?" he breathed in her ear, once he'd placed her face down over the arm bolster.
"Yes, please. I mean yes, sir. Please…"
He stroked her dark red hair back from her face and kissed her temple. "Please go on, you mean?"
It wasn't like him to play tender, but damn, she pulled it out of him.