He paused and cocked his head to the side, smiling at the sound. “You like that?” he teased, placing his hand on her back as he spoke.
The implication of his question registered and she paused before taking another bite. “It’s really good,” she answered with a giggle. She was flirting. It was clear as day.
“I bet. If a simple egg can get you that excited, I can only imagine what I can do,” he told her as he removed his hand, stood to bring his plate to the kitchen sink, then walked into the living room. “I’ll be in the shower. You can join me when you’re done,” he told her before disappearing up the wooden stairs.
Maggie nervously glanced at Simon and caught the lighthearted smile on his face. She was glad she could provide the two of them with entertainment, but couldn’t believe Bennet had just told her, not asked, to join him in the shower. What was even more shocking was the thrill that made her feel.
Chapter 6
Bennet turned on the dual showerheads as soon as he got in the bathroom, making sure the water was the right temperature. This was her first test. Would she comply? Would she listen? Would she join him?
He stripped off his pants and brushed his teeth before stepping into the stone walk-in shower. The water steamed around him and as it rained on his impeccable body, he waited. She needed time to finish her omelet, so he waited patiently.
She liked to blush, a lot. It was sexy as hell. But it also meant she was shy, so he’d have to break her in and make her realize how sexy she really was. If she saw what her body did to his, it’d make her see it.
He started to lather the bar of soap in his hand, turning the bar over in his fingers until it created enough foam to coat his skin. He realized she still hadn’t come and grew disappointed. Maybe she wasn’t as compliant as he’d initially thought. She was hot and bothered, that was obvious. He could tell she was curious too. The way her eyes glazed over when she studied the vee of his waist told him she wanted him. But she needed to act on that need, not just feel it.
He finished rinsing the soap from his body just as she entered the bathroom. Her cheeks were already a deep red. His cock lengthened at the sight. She looked at him, then quickly away. Modesty was her best trait, but worst enemy. It was time she got her feet wet.
“Go ahead and get undressed,” he told her as he rinsed off. He could see the quick shallow breaths she was taking as her nerves got the better of her. She didn’t speak and he assumed she was at a loss for words, which made his cock harder.
“Where should I put my clothes?” she asked as she started to pull her oversized shirt over her head.
“On the floor. It doesn’t matter,” he answered, watching her through the opening of the shower. She wore a bra under her shirt and he made a quick note that bras were banned from this moment on. Next, she slid her pants down her shapely legs, allowing them to fall to the floor like a puddle around her feet. Then she stood there debating whether to finish stripping.
“I want you to look at my cock right now. Stop being shy. I think you’ve got an amazing body, so let me see all of it,” he told her.
She sucked in a deep breath, then unsnapped her bra so that her breasts fell freely, bouncing with the release. Then she bent over and slid her black panties from her hips. To his liking, she was completely shaven, clean and smooth. She stood nervously, as if she was being inspected.
“Come here, little vixen,” he told her, stepping out of the shower to collect her, puddles of water forming in every step he took.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she admitted, taking his outreached hand.
He guided her back to the shower, where he placed her under the other showerhead, watching as the water trickled down her chest and belly. Her nipples grew hard and he reached out to pinch one of them, his cock swelling even more when she sucked in a breath.
“What do you like?” he asked. Most women couldn’t answer that question. Most of them only stated what they didn’t like. He wanted to know what they enjoyed.
“I really don’t know the answer to that,” she admitted, an answer he’d expected. Actually, he thrived on it. He challenged himself to change that answer when he was done. He wanted his women to beg for things, knowing he’d taught them what they liked.
“That’s okay. You’ll learn,” he told her, tugging on her nipple lightly to create a slight pinch that usually sent a bolt of lust to their crotch. As expected, it did and she squirmed.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
She was very open and liked to express her fears, which was important to him. Just one more reason he liked her. “That’s okay. I’ll tell you what to do,” he answered, taking her other nipple in his hand and tugging. Water continued to cascade down her body, drenching her skin. He clamped down on her nipples and started to rotate them in circles, enjoying the soft moans that came from her sweet mouth.
She moved her hips as bolts of lust shot down to her clit and several times, she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation.
His cock grew even thicker and bumped itself against her belly as they stood close to each other. He brought his mouth down onto hers, his lips caressing hers as she accepted him, allowing him to explore the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She was ready, hot as hell and willing to blossom for him. Before he could tell her what he wanted, she surprised him and bent down, her knees folding so that her face was level with his throbbing cock. He took in a sharp breath when she wrapped her lips around his thick shaft and rotated her mouth, creating such a sensation, he threw his head back with a pleased grunt.
“Holy shit. Look at you,” he told her, thrusting his hands in her hair to direct her head around his cock. She sucked with greed, as if she hadn’t had one in a long time and savored every inch. He bumped the back of her throat several times and he loved the look she gave him when she openly allowed him to thrust deeper. Not knowing how much longer he could hold back, he withdrew himself from her mouth and motioned her to stand up. His hands found their place on her throbbing clit, rubbing it until her legs buckled and she practically screamed for release.
“Give it to me. I want to see you come,” he told her, his lips finding the outside of her neck and sucking on it with passion. Her breathing increased, her breasts rising and falling as she moaned her pleasure. He continued to rub her clit as she gyrated her hips against his hand, her climax rising with each stroke.
“Please don’t stop. Oh my God. Please keep going,” she screamed as he felt her climax take over her entire body. She was shuddering, her breasts bouncing with each breath and her hips grinding almost desperately against his hand. He slipped several fingers inside, reaching her soft spot. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed onto his arm, the muscles flexing as his fingers licked her g-spot. Judging by her reaction, she’d never had someone hit that spot and the sensation was quite intense because she tried to ride his hand, then pull it back, not knowing what to do.
Now it was his turn. Feeling macho and every bit the man he was, he needed to feel his throbbing cock deep inside her. He withdrew his hand and grabbed onto her hips, rotating her towards the wall and bending her over so her ass was his for the taking.
“Have you ever been spanked?” he asked her as he rubbed his cock along the outside of her opening.
She was still breathing heavily.
“No,” she answered, wiggling her hips so that the tip of his cock was thrust inside her without his participation.
He smacked her butt, quick and hard. He heard the hiss slip out of her pretty mouth. “I’ll go in when I’m ready. Know that from this moment on, I will spank you if you don’t listen to everything, I ask you to do,” he advised her, then thrust his cock as deep and hard as he could. She exploded around his cock and he felt her juices gush down her legs.
“Yes, Sir. I will do anything you ask, if I know you’ll give me another orgasm just like that,” she answered, stunning him and making him even harder – if it was possible.
This little vixen was no novice. Oh no she wasn’t.
Chapter 7
Maggie couldn’t believe how uninhibited she’d become in the shower, but she was quickly learning that Bennet had that effect on her. She was usually a calculated person, mapping out everything she did and she still couldn’t believe she’d been so naughty, yet it felt so natural, as if she acted that way all the time. She felt free. As she stood at the bathroom vanity combing her hair, still naked, her body humming from the intense session she’d just experienced, she was starting to understand why Max was so concerned about her spending time with Bennet. If Bennet asked her right now to leave her life and hole up with him in that cabin, repeating this morning over and over, she’d say yes over and over without giving it another thought.
“We’ve got to get dressed and start brainstorming decorations,” he told her, tapping her bare bottom before leaving the bathroom. She finished combing her hair, and brushed her teeth with her own toothbrush, which had magically appeared in the bathroom while they were showering, then left the steamy room wrapped in a towel to seek out her clothes. She didn’t have to go far because she found an outfit from her bag laid out on Bennet’s oversized bed.
“Well I guess this is what you want me to wear,” she said more to herself rather than out loud to Bennet.
He’d heard her comment as he reentered the room. “Yes. It is. And no bra or panties,” he pointed out as she picked up her shirt. He leaned against the wooden doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her as the towel slipped down her body.
“I can’t go braless in front of Simon,” she protested, pulling the shirt down over her bare breasts, giving him a coy smile.
“Trust me. He’ll enjoy the show,” Bennet told her as he stepped closer to squeeze her nipples slightly.
She moaned as the sensation caused her to grow damp between her legs and turned to grab her jeans to avoid too much moisture. “Jeez, I’m not your play toy,” she told him, stepping into her skinny jeans, then jumping to bring them over her hips.
He grabbed a handful of her left breast as she jumped. “Oh yes, you are, honey,” he told her. When she stopped jumping, he caught her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, causing her to grow wetter and moan slightly. Then he let go and walking out of the room as if he hadn’t just flipped her switch.
She quickly followed after him, descending down the stairs with every intention to try and turn him on with her fully erect nipples. They were not being camouflaged by her shirt in any way and that was actually liberating. She felt so sexy.
Bennet stopped in the main room of the house, looking around the space with concentrated thought.
As she approached him, thrusting her chest out so he’d notice, she lost her focus and really took in the beauty of the room. Her eyes followed his, looking at the 16-foot ceilings and massive log beams spanned across the opening to support the multiple stories of the cabin. Various lofts overlooked the massive room, with tree branch-like railings adding to the cabin feel. Her mind was going into overdrive as she thought of the possibilities.
He walked to the front door which was gracefully designed showcasing a silhouette of a tree etched in glass, with glass sidelights and more glass above the door that allowed the light from the crystal chandelier to illuminate the front porch. That’s where guests would enter and that’s where Maggie would focus her main introduction of the party.
“Does the party have a theme?” she asked Bennet as he left the front door to pour himself a drink. He offered her one, but then retracted the offer as he remembered her head injury.
“Does the party have a theme, you asked? Yeah, Christmas is the theme,” he continued after declaiming her drink, offering her water instead.
“Well, duh. I mean, is there a particular Christmas theme? Snow? Nutcrackers? Santa?” she asked, walking back toward the front door, casing out the open space.
“I have no clue. Nutcrackers could be fun, given the nature of the party,” he chuckled, a sound that wasn’t normal from him but she could tell he was happy. She smiled knowing she’d caused that giddy mood and returned her attention to the front door.
“I could do that. Do I have a budget? And where can I shop around here?” she asked, walking the edge of the room, studying the various levels and current decor, thinking of ways to enhance it with Christmas items.
“You’re funny. You get whatever you need,” he told her, taking a seat in one of the various couches. He lounged into the seat, draping his arms around the back and relaxing as he watched her.
“No really. I need to have some sort of idea,” she told him.
“You going to ask again? Because I enjoy spankings,” he playfully warned her.
She shook her head and stepped in front of him, the idea of a spanking somewhat intriguing. “You wouldn’t spank me, would you?”
“I would if I have to and you tend to be defiant, so it’s only a matter of time,” he answered, turning her hips so her bottom was level with his eyes.
“Really?” She grew damp when his hand gently patted her bottom and all sorts of sexual thoughts flooded her mind. She’d read books with spanking and she’d seen movies, but she’d never experienced it herself. “Then I better behave. Do you have a pen and paper?” she teased, writing with her hand in the air.
He moved her to the side, then stood up to go to the kitchen where he collected a pen and paper and returned to the couch.
She accepted both and sat down next to him, sketching simple ideas about the room.
“So, what’re you thinking?” he asked, seemingly interested in her thoughts.
She couldn’t believe she was just given full carte blanche to decorate this amazing cabin and there was the possibility of a spanking later.
He leaned in closer to her, his fresh shower scent filling her nose and awakening her body.
“Okay, I’ll be honest. When I think sex party, I think movies like Eyes Wide Shut. Should I decorate with sex toys and stuff?” she asked, partially curious and partially unable to really conceive ideas about where to start.
He leaned in closer, his chest bumping against her shoulder. He whispered in her ear. “Think both. How’s this: why don’t we go to the store and you can choose what you want and we’ll just improvise from there?” he suggested, the heat from his breath caressing her ear.
“Sure,” she answered, feeling completely out of place in this new world he was offering her. They’d met under circumstances where she was trying to rationalize spending some money for a couple of decorations, and now, he was offering her an unlimited budget to do whatever she wanted. It was crazy.
He stood, grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter and started to walk toward the door, waiting for her to follow.
“Hang on, let me get a bra on,” she told him as she walked toward the grand staircase.
He held his hand up and shook his head. “Oh no, young lady. I said no bras,” he told her.
“I can’t go out in public like this,” she tried to reason.
“Yes, you can. It’s sexy as hell and I like it,” he told her. She huffed one time, then followed him out the door, braless. Didn’t he know the kind of attention she’d receive in the store?
“I’d drop that attitude or you’ll receive your first spanking sooner rather than later,” he warned.
She jumped when his hand swatted her rear end.
Braless. Why not? She’d already grown uninhibited anyway.
Chapter 8
Bennet couldn’t help but notice how the cold air outside and the lack of heat in the store kept Maggie’s tits fully erect. His cock was thickening the moment he’d opened her car door in the parking lot. She crossed her arms over her chest and he allowed it just that time because it was quite cold and she clearly didn’t have the right clothing for the errand. But once they were inside, he placed his hand on the small of her back and leaned into her ear, offering a light warning. “For every time I catch you covering your beautiful tits
while we’re in the store, you’ll get a spank when we get back to the cabin,” he cautioned as he collected a cart and motioned for her to step ahead of him and lead the way.
She didn’t answer, just gave him a stunned look and dropped her arms to her side.
He followed her, his eyes straying to her ass as she walked in front of him. The jeans he’d pulled out of her bag were the same jeans she’d worn the day they met. When he saw them, he knew those were the jeans she’d be wearing today. They were sexy as hell.
“I have no clue where anything in this store is,” she admitted, walking past several aisles, looking for the Christmas decorations.
“Ask him,” he told her, pointing to a younger worker who was stocking shelves down one of the aisles she was approaching. She looked back at him with a look of disbelief and he motioned for her to proceed, pretending to spank her as a reminder. He was forcing her out of her element for a reason. She was a beautiful woman and hadn’t learned how to work that to her advantage. He was about to give her the first lesson.
She slowly approached the worker, who was blatantly ignoring her until he had no choice but to acknowledge her because of her proximity.
That’s when the young man’s eyes lit up and a slight smile grew on his face as his eyes darted from her amazing chest to her face. He was excited but knew he needed to keep himself in check.
Bennet watched Maggie and saw the inner goddess switch on as she spoke.
“Hi. Can you tell me where the Christmas decorations are?” she asked him, interlacing her hands behind her back so that her tits were pushed out toward the worker.
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