Cosmic Trifecta

by Anna Lewis

  “That sounds so good,” she said.

  “I’m sure it does. Just in the past week, you’ve blossomed so much from the timid woman who came into my office after being fired. I think in a year, you’ll be unstoppable, and I really can’t wait to see you grow and flourish.”

  “Wouldn’t that just piss Richard Lange off?”

  “I think he’ll be mad enough when he discovers that I hired you as my personal assistant. He’s been vying for that job for a long time.”

  “If he only knew what all it entailed,” she said wryly.

  “He would probably still want it,” Eric laughed.

  “Now that, I would like to see.”

  ***

  They stepped out of the elevator a short while later, and Shawna was already painfully aware of her nakedness just below the hem of the pleated skirt. Eric was holding her hand today, and she reveled in the feel of his large hand holding hers so tightly.

  She followed him around the still dim room, openly watching the other couples as they lounged around or took advantage of the freedom. One couple was very quietly standing in a corner of the room, having sex as if they didn’t have a care in the world, and Shawna was envious of their free-spirited nature. She was sure that she couldn’t do anything like that.

  Eric picked a sofa near the back of the room, which had a perfect view of everything that was going on. He sat down, and patted his leg, even though there was more than enough room for her to sit beside him. She didn’t hesitate, sitting on his lap so that her back was against him and her legs were on either side of his, which were held loosely together at the knees.

  His breath was hot in her ear when he leaned forward and spoke.

  “There’s no hurry and no pressure, but if you see anything that piques your interest, tell me.”

  She nodded her understanding, almost afraid to speak for fear of breaking the quiet spell that seemed to hang over the room.

  Her legs were open slightly, and Eric’s hand found its way between her legs, stroking her lazily. She opened her legs to him and he kissed the back of her neck.

  “Good girl,” he said softly.

  Heat instantly flooded through her body, and she smiled. She didn’t know what it was about being at his mercy like this, but she was already so aroused by him that she didn’t even think twice about the action.

  They sat there like that for what seemed an eternity while Shawna scanned the room and took in the scene around her. Resting against him with his arms around her felt so right, and she wondered how she had fallen so easily into sync with him. Had she always had these desires and she was just afraid to explore them, or was Eric just so enticing that she couldn’t help herself?

  The elevator opened and a man exited, followed by a gorgeous redhead wearing heels that only accentuated her statuesque physique.

  And nothing else.

  Shawna sat up a little, watching this woman walking beside this man completely nude and looking quite comfortable in her own skin. They worked the room, mingling with others who were obviously good friends, and eventually they found a quiet corner of the room all to themselves. Shawna watched them for a while, then turned away, suddenly feeling ashamed for staring.

  “So,” he said. “What do you see that intrigues you?”

  She thought about keeping her mouth shut, but she decided against it. In almost every situation she’d ever been in, when she’d shied away from doing something or saying something, when she looked back, the moment was always colored with regret. But this time, she wasn’t going to regret things left unsaid.

  This is the start of a life that can buy you your dreams, Shawna, she thought. Just say it.

  “That woman and her husband,” she said, being purposely vague and feeling out the waters.

  “Which woman with her husband?” Eric laughed. “It’s pretty much all married and long-term couples, so you’re going to have to be more specific.”

  Shawna felt herself blush, and she stammered as she mustered up the courage to just come out and say it.

  “I like the, I mean I like, um,” she said, trailing off in frustration. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “It’s the naked chick and the woman getting spanked. Those are the things that are turning me on, though I have no earthly idea why and I’m so embarrassed.”

  Eric patted her thigh and leaned over so that his mouth was against her ear again.

  “There, was that so hard?”

  “It was,” she said.

  “Do you feel better?”

  “I do,” she admitted. “That’s not to say that I want you to just spank me here or anything.”

  Geez, Shawna, why did you say that? she thought, regretting not stopping while she was ahead. As usual, her reticence was holding her back. She actually wanted him to spank her right then, and had been thinking about it since the night before, but she didn’t want to admit it. For some reason, admitting it was just too hard.

  “I had no intention of spanking you here; at least not for your first time. Your first time is an intimate, special moment, and not one that I care to share with everyone in attendance at this hotel.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief, even though she felt heavily disappointed. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hand against her skin and to feel completely at his mercy. But it wasn’t going to happen today, and she had probably just ruined her chances of it happening this weekend.

  Oh well, she thought, still kicking herself. Maybe on the plane ride home.

  But that was two days away, and Shawna was feeling the urge now. She’d already gone to sleep without releasing her sexual frustration the night before; she didn’t think she could wait until Sunday evening.

  She leaned against him again, wiggling on his lap, then stopping when she noticed his erection. He chuckled when she froze and he pulled her more tightly against himself and hugged her close.

  “It’s okay,” he said.

  “I don’t want to be a tease.”

  “You’re not. You were very upfront with your boundaries, and that’s alright. I respect that.”

  “Is that part of the submissive’s power you keep talking about?”

  “One of the biggest parts. You have boundaries and I have respect for those boundaries. Without those two parts, the game doesn’t get played right.”

  “That’s good to know. I actually feel a lot better knowing that.”

  “I told you, you run the show. Not me. I’m just the man on top. The bottom is the one in control.”

  “It doesn’t seem that way,” she admitted, looking around at the people in various states of play, each enjoying their time with wild abandon. “It looks like a bunch of macho men are doing whatever they want and the women are eating it up.”

  Eric threw his head back and laughed, the sound filling their little section of the room and drawing a few glances from the patrons.

  “If only you knew the work that a top has to go through to get the bottom he or she wants. Bottoms always have the upper-hand, and if they don’t, they’re playing the wrong game.

  Eric’s hand left its spot between her legs, and he shifted her on his lap so she was sitting sideways instead of facing the same direction as he was. Strong arms went around her and hugged her against him, and she heard him inhale the sweet scent of her hair.

  She felt Eric standing before she realized what he was doing. He scooped her into his arms, and that was when she noticed that her skirt was no longer covering her nakedness. She tried to reach down and cover herself, but even with her hand in the way, she knew that anyone that was looking could see everything.

  The heat spread through her body again, and even though she was mortified, she was also a bit excited. She wasn't just blushing; she was aroused by the exposure, and the thought that just anyone could see parts of her that she usually worked so hard to hide from view.

  Even though she was secretly enjoying herself, she squirmed, quietly trying to get down without drawing attention to herself.
Modesty was just too deeply ingrained in her, and she couldn’t just let it go as easily as it appeared the other women did.

  I wonder if they fought this internal battle, she thought, looking around at the confident women around her and thinking that she was the only one that was so unsure of herself. She knew what she craved, but embracing those cravings was another thing altogether.

  “Relax,” he said, holding her closer. “No one is watching.”

  “But if they look, then they can—

  “Like they couldn’t see when you were on my lap?” he teased. “I could always change how I’m holding you.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “Why did that sound like ‘please do’?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, but she’d heard it, too; the longing in her voice.

  “I won’t, don’t worry,” he said. “As much as I enjoy a little exhibitionism, right now I’m feeling too possessive of your sweetness to flash your goodies at everyone.”

  “I’m not sure if I’m relieved or mortified.”

  “A little of both is fine,” he quipped.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To the suite.”

  “Why?”

  “I said I wasn’t going to give you your first spanking here in front of everyone. I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to give you your first spanking today.”

  ***

  Eric stepped onto the empty elevator, still holding her in his arms. She saw his eye flick to her reflection and a sexy smile spread across his face.

  “Nice,” he said, his voice already husky with his need.

  “You can put me down,” she said.

  “I’m good like this. I like this view.”

  “At least I know you’re not a complete saint,” she teased, kissing him on the cheek impulsively and wishing she was bold enough to do more.

  “I never claimed to be any sort of saint.”

  “Good call.” The elevator door opened and Shawna tensed. “Oh boy.”

  “You can say no,” he said quietly.

  “I can’t.”

  “That’s what I thought, but I figured I would give you a way out if you wanted to take it.”

  “I would be kicking myself later. I spent most of last night imagining myself over your lap, and I would regret it if I didn’t at least try it.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, setting her down on her feet and opening the door to the suite.

  He opened the door but she didn’t move.

  “If I ask you to stop, you will, right?”

  “Of course, I will. Even if you just need a moment, I’ll give you a chance to cool down for a second. I’ll be gentle; I promise.”

  “Okay, I believe you. I mean, if you were going to harm me, you could have done something so many times by now, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  He motioned to the open door and she walked in, her stomach a bundle of nerves, her steps slow. When the door shut behind them and she heard him turn the deadbolt, her heart skipped a beat.

  Was she really doing this? Was she really going to let this man take her over his knee and—

  Her breath caught, and she realized that he was standing behind her, waiting for her to make a decision. She hadn’t moved and neither had he.

  She turned, her lips parted and her eyes searching his as she struggled to calm her frantic heart.

  “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do this.”

  “What would you like me to do about that?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hands and tilting her head up so she had to look him in the eye.

  “Just do it. I want to do it, but I’m so nervous that if you make me ask you, I’m just going to run away and hide.”

  “You’re stronger than that,” he said, rubbing his thumb across her lips.

  “Not today.”

  “I understand,” he said. “You’ve been pretty brave all weekend.”

  “The weekend’s only half over,” she said, closing her eyes when he leaned closer.

  His lips were soft against hers, his kiss so achingly tender that it set her heart aflutter. She opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss and moaning when his tongue met hers.

  She was the first to pull away, breathing heavily as much from the excitement as she was from holding her breath while they kissed. His lips parted in a gentle smile, and he kissed her forehead.

  “You are by far the sweetest flower I have ever held in my arms,” he said softly. “Women like you are so rare. I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the night after you walked into my office.”

  “You’re turned on by women who have just been fired and have red eyes from crying all night?”

  “No, but I felt this burning desire to protect you from ever feeling that sad again. That counts for something, right?”

  “That counts for a lot,” she said sweetly.

  She kissed him again, boldly, her hands running through his soft brown hair. She moaned against his mouth, then pulled away.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  No.

  “Yes,” she said, a bit breathless.

  He smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa and sitting down in the middle. She stood in front of him, looking unsure of herself, but he smiled and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her down onto his lap. She squealed, laughing as he rearranged her on his lap until her ass rested comfortably beneath his hand.

  Lifting her skirt, he rubbed her bare skin slowly at first, then more vigorously. He pushed her legs apart and slid his fingers between her legs. He stroked her, toying with her until she was squirming on his lap.

  “Keep your legs open like that, and arch your back so I have easy access to the sweet spot,” he said calmly. When she arched her back obediently, she felt the low chuckle in his belly. “I wonder how long you’ve been fantasizing about this.”

  “A long time,” she admitted.

  “Before you ever met me?” he pressed.

  “Yes,” she admitted again, squirming where she lay.

  The anticipation was killing her.

  He was still rubbing her cheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them together almost roughly, then rubbing down the backs of her legs and back up again. She was about to ask him if he was ever going to start when the first slap landed on her ass and startled her out of her musings.

  It wasn’t as hard as she’d imagined it would be, but it still stung. She moved her hand to reach back and rub the spot, but he stopped her.

  “You should never put your hands back when you’re in the middle of getting spanked. If it’s too much, say so, otherwise keep your hands under your head. If you can’t do that and you need me to pin them behind your back, I will.”

  His voice was stern, though the tenderness was still there. Shawna felt a little twinge of excitement at his firm tone. Until now, Eric had been nothing but soft, patient, accommodating. But this Eric was thrilling.

  Before she could say anything else, another slap landed on the back of her leg, just below her bottom. She gave a tiny squeal of surprise, but another swat landed on her behind, followed by three more in quick succession, each in a different spot. The area warmed quickly and she felt herself reaching back to rub again, even though she knew that she shouldn’t.

  Without a word, Eric pinned her arm behind her back, effectively pinning her entire body. Her nipples tightened in response, and he quickly laid a volley of smacks on her ass in response to her attempt to stop him. She was gasping now, each swat more shocking than the last. She arched her back and picked her head up off the sofa, wriggling in his lap to try to get away, but it was no use. He had her pinned.

  She was about to call out her safe word when Eric stopped, rubbing her burning flesh with his hand soothingly. She let her head fall back to the sofa, catching her breath, and laughing as she did.

  “You alright?” he asked, laughing with her.

  “I was about to say the word,” she said.
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br />   “I know,” he said. “That’s why I stopped. I think if you’ll fight a little less, you’ll find that you can take more than you think. But when you tense up, you make it worse on yourself.”

  “I couldn’t help it,” she said. “I was trying, but it’s just so shocking.”

  He slid his hand down her butt cheeks and in between her legs.

  “Your body betrays you,” he said when his fingers slid effortlessly between her folds. “You’re very wet.”

  “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said I couldn’t hold still.”

  He laughed then.

  “I kind of like it when you struggle,” he said, and she felt the proof in his word beneath her. “Maybe when you’re my personal assistant, I’ll teach you how to take a spanking obediently.”

  “I would like that.”

  “I’m glad,” he said, stroking her a little more until her body relaxed on his lap. “Now, let’s try again. Back arched, legs apart, I’ll start with your arm pinned. Count in your head; I’m going to give you six quick, then a little rub, then six more.”

  “Okay,” she said, unsure if she could handle that.

  “Knowing how many are coming should help you power through.”

  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, but before she could nod twice, the first of six fast swats landed on her already warm skin.

  She struggled to keep her back arched and legs apart, counting down the swats and breathing heavily in between. She was excited, and she was on the verge of orgasm. She could feel her body working its way there.

  Arching her back higher, she was ready when the next set came. This time, she didn’t struggle so much, and she could hear Eric murmuring encouragement over the sound of his flesh hitting hers.

  The third set was harder to bear, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help struggling. She pursed her lips together, not wanting to use her safe word when she didn’t really need it.

  She moved on his lap, trying to dodge each swat and failing miserably. When Eric grabbed her between the legs and around the waist and moved her so he could use his legs to hold her legs down, her excitement overflowed.