by Lexi Blake
“Oh, baby, I don’t need rope to discipline you. I can always find something. The kitchen is a veritable store of things I can use to swat your pretty rear. Put you hands together and hold them out.”
She put her wrists together and held them toward him. “Are you going to spank me? I can handle it.”
He’d figured her out a bit. She would always be a mystery to him. There would be small spaces inside her that weren’t open to him, but he could deal with that. He’d learned she could handle some loving discipline as long as he was affectionate with her afterward. “I’m going to spank you. I think you’ve certainly earned twenty smacks and then you’re going to take care of me. When I tell you to, you’ll get on your knees and you’ll suck me dry. Is that understood?”
He worked while he talked, moving the jute up and over and around, forming a pattern that would sit on her skin for a while after he’d removed the rope. It wasn’t too tight, but he wanted her to sit at dinner with the marks as a visible reminder of his possession. It wasn’t simply about reminding her. There was a part of him that wanted the rest of them to see he was properly topping this woman.
“Let me make something clear. I have no intentions of leaving you. Why would you think about that?”
Her eyes were on the rope, watching as he moved the pattern up. Had she been a bustier girl, he wouldn’t have been able to tie her this way, but Allyson was particularly flexible with her arms. They’d played with ropes over the last few nights. He liked this pattern. It made her look vulnerable.
“Macon, some of the things she said were true.”
“Which ones? The one about how my losing a leg was really the hardest on her? Or how running off with my brother was probably my fault because I’d left her alone while I was fighting a war?”
Her eyes flared. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack, baby. You weren’t listening to her. I would never fall for her shit, but I’ve learned that unless I let her have her say she won’t stop. I was going to listen and then explain in no uncertain terms that my life is here now and it’s with you. She’s not welcome here. I want to be right here with the right job and the right woman.”
“But she’s wasn’t lying about me. I’m not well bred. My only family connections are currently in the Georgia penitentiary. I’m a liability to a man like you.”
“That’s another ten swats. And what do you mean by ‘a man like me’? Bend over.”
She leaned over Sean’s desk, her bound arms forming a base to balance from. It would be difficult. She would have to think about not falling to one side or the other. That was exactly what he wanted. He looked down and stared at that luscious ass of hers. The cheeks were plump and perfect, and he adored the twin dimples on the small of her back.
“You won’t always want to be a pastry chef at a small restaurant,” she said. “Eventually you’ll need more. You were raised to be ambitious. You came from a wealthy family.”
He ran a hand over her cheeks. They’d played at light spanking, nothing serious. Even as he let his palm explore he knew he wouldn’t go too hard on her. Even this was mostly play. Spanking her wouldn’t correct the behavior. Knowing that she could have hurt Sean would correct the behavior. This was about allowing him to feel like he was in control and he was deeply grateful to have found a woman who understood. “Let me know if this scares you, baby.”
He brought his hand up and then down with a satisfying smack to the center of her backside. She gasped and then settled in.
“That’s not so bad. I told you. I can handle this, Miles.”
He slapped her ass again, harder this time. “That’s two. I might come from a wealthy family but I never enjoyed the money.” His hand moved, forming a pattern across the fleshy part of her ass. “Three. Four. And I wasn’t raised to be ambitious. I was raised to be a soldier. It’s what Miles men have done for generations. I was supposed to be a general like my father and my grandfather. Five. Six. I was supposed to marry the right woman. Seven. I was not supposed to get my leg blown to hell and get involved in potential scandals. Eight. Nine. Ten.”
“Scandal?” The question came out on a breathy gasp.
He was not getting into it right now. He wanted a moment of pleasure with her, not a rundown of everything he’d done wrong. “It’s not important. Eleven and twelve. The point is my life hasn’t gone the way my father thought it should. Will I always want to be right here? I don’t know, but I do know I’m going to want to be with you.”
He got down to spanking her, relieved when he caught some sure signs that she was enjoying her discipline. When his fingers brushed against her, he could feel the way her pussy was getting wet and ripe, smell the sweet scent of her arousal. She went up on her toes with the next smack and he could see in the low light how pink her backside was becoming. When he got to twenty, he felt his cock tighten. He’d been hard since she’d walked in the room, but his erection was reaching epic proportions. His leg had been aching from standing far too long, but none of that mattered because Ally was accepting the relationship. He’d been afraid in the beginning that they wouldn’t be able to get past her disdain, but she’d thrown herself into the lifestyle, trying the things he asked her to and being honest about what she did or didn’t like. She could handle spanking and a light crop, but she wanted nothing to do with canes. She preferred the feel of warm flesh against hers and he liked to give her what she wanted.
“How are you doing?” He looked down and there were tears glistening in her eyes.
“I hated seeing her with you. I can’t stand the thought of that woman having your name.” The desolation in her voice made him stop. He quickly helped her up and had her unbound in a few seconds. She was crying freely by the time he tossed the rope aside and gathered her up. He ran his hands up and down her arms to make sure she had circulation before wrapping himself around her as she wept against his chest.
“I’m sorry, baby. She means nothing to me.”
“You loved her.”
Had he? “I thought I did, but marrying her was also a means to an end. My father was friends with hers. My father and stepmother thought it was a good match and I wanted to take the next step. I guess you’re right. I was raised to be ambitious. I was raised to constantly move forward, to always have a goal, and part of that stage of my life was to get married.”
“You were so young.”
She felt right cuddled up against him. He sank down into the big chair, settling her on his lap. “I wanted to move to the next part of my life. I suppose what I really wanted was a family. I thought if I married and had some kids, maybe it would make up for feeling so alone growing up.” He let his fingers tangle in her hair, holding her close. “I’m not going to want her back. I’m not going to want some aristocratic life. I want this life.”
She sat up, her eyes finding his. “I want this life, too. I want it with you. Macon, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She’d had so much taken from her. “You don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”
She put her arms around him and brushed her mouth to his. “I’m crazy about you, Miles. I promise I’ll listen to you next time, but you should know that any time another woman touches you, I’ll probably want to kick her ass.”
“And then I’ll spank yours.” He kissed her again, lingering this time. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No. I got emotional. Seeing her made me a little insecure. I needed this. I needed to be with you.” She hopped off his lap and turned away from him. She placed her palms flat on the desk. “You owe me ten more.”
She was presenting to him and his cock hardened painfully.
“Not like that,” he said, his voice going deep. “I want you to bend over and grab your ankles.”
She moved back and then gracefully bent over and found her position.
Macon stood up. This was exactly what he wanted. The position allowed her pussy to peek out, showing off glistening folds that
were begging for the attention of his mouth or his cock. He settled for fingers for the moment. “This is interesting.” He slid a single finger along her labia. “I was worried you would never enjoy this part of play, but your pussy seems to like it fine.”
“I like it with you. I couldn’t do this with anyone else.”
He pressed his finger in, angling inside her as he used his free hand to swat her ass. “Now that we’ve discussed the situation with my ex-wife and your homicidal proclivities, let’s move on to the secondary punishment.”
He slowly fucked that finger in and out of her pussy. He smacked her ass again, this one a hard swat that sounded through the quiet room. “I don’t ever want to hear you talk bad about yourself again. I don’t like it.”
Another one, exactly as rough. He could be indulgent on the first issue, but he wouldn’t be disobeyed on this one. No one got to talk shit about her. Not even her.
“I promise,” she vowed, her voice a breathy plea.
He gave her every spank he’d promised. All the while his finger moved in and out of her body. He teased at her clit. A bit of sugar and then a hard slap. By the time he was done, she was soaking wet and wanting so much more than he was willing to give her in that moment. “Up. Now you take care of me.”
The pleading look on her face almost made him change his plans. Almost.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands on the fly of his slacks. She tugged them down. Her hand ran over the skin of his thigh and he nearly growled in pleasure. He’d thought the useless piece of flesh was something he would have to try to hide if he ever took a lover, but Ally didn’t pull away or avert her eyes. She slid her nails right down to where his flesh met the C-Leg. She teased him, running her fingertips across the skin and sensitizing it while her mouth got closer and closer to where he needed it to be.
He reached down and tangled a hand in her hair. She was not in control of this. “Lick me, Allyson. Lick me and take me deep or we’re not done with the punishment.”
She pouted beautifully, but there was a grin on her face when she leaned over and gripped his cock right before running her tongue over the head.
He bit back a groan. It wasn’t only about how good it felt to have that tongue of hers coating his cock. He got hot just from the act of her submitting to him. Ally was strong, so strong, and she had emotional issues, but she pushed through because she wanted to please him. It made him willing to do anything to keep her by his side.
He was falling in love with this woman and he finally understood what the phrase really meant. His marriage to Elise had been about trying to find something, attempting to build something he’d never really had before. His relationship with Ally was as natural as breathing. It wasn’t merely something to build, but something to build on. Ally was his foundation.
She sucked gently on the head and he watched as his cock started to disappear behind her lips.
Her tongue whirled all around, pure pleasure swamping his senses. She sucked on the head, her tongue sliding over the slit where pre-come pulsed out. Her eyes were up, watching him as she reached up and cupped his balls. He gritted his teeth against the need to thrust hard and fast, preferring to revel in the soft feel of her mouth, the way her hands moved on his skin.
She worked his dick into her mouth, inch by inch. Each slow pass brought him closer and closer to the soft velvet at the back of her throat.
Her tongue dragged over the underside of his cock and then rolled around lazily, tracing and exploring the lines of his erection. He allowed her to play for a moment. She gripped his cock with one soft hand, squeezing him tight while she worked his cockhead, suckling and teasing him until he couldn’t take another second.
“Stop playing. I want to fuck your mouth.” His hand gently gripped her hair, forcing her to still. She went compliant, allowing him to force another inch of his cock inside. It still wasn’t enough. God, he couldn’t get enough of her. He might never be able to get enough of her.
The silk of her hair played against his hand as he gently pulled on it. A low moan came from her throat, reverberating all over his dick. She liked it when he pulled her hair, never too much. He didn’t want to hurt her, merely sensitize her to his touch. Her scalp would light up a little when he tugged on her hair. He wanted every inch of her flesh alive and pulsing with pleasure. He needed to teach her that he was the man who could make her feel. He wanted to be that man because absolutely no other woman had ever made him feel the way Ally did.
But now he wanted to concentrate on the drag of her tongue over his cock.
She relaxed and let him thrust in and out of her mouth. Every moan she made tingled along his cock and brought him closer and closer to the edge. They’d played at D/s up to this point, but he was going to move them along. He wouldn’t want to squash her spirit. Her crazy, independent, gorgeous soul was the reason he loved her, but she needed someone who would watch out for her. Someone who would make sure she never lived in her car again or put herself in a position where she could get hurt. He would gently curb her self-destructive tendencies and she would bring him out of his self-imposed shell.
He looked down on her, his cock taking over. He loved her. He loved her so fucking much. He was thirty years old and had been married for over a decade, but Allyson Jones was the first woman he’d ever loved.
Another thrust brought him to the soft spot at the back of her throat. Ally swallowed around him and there was no fighting it anymore. His whole body stiffened as he came, pulsing streams into her sweet mouth.
His submissive did as she’d been asked. She took it all. Ally swallowed everything he had to give her and she did it with her eyes up, staring at him like she couldn’t get enough.
He’d intended this to be punishment. He’d intended to spank her, fuck her mouth and then make her wait until after dinner to get hers.
She licked his cock one last time before sitting back. “Is Sir pleased?”
It was the smile on her face that did it. That smile wasn’t a smirk or sarcasm. She was happy. She was happy to be with him, to make love with him. He’d put that smile on her face and it made him feel larger, more satisfied than anything he’d done before. With Allyson by his side, he could face what he needed to. He could move on because now he had a true partner.
“Sir is madly in love with you.” He reached down and helped her stand, his mouth finding hers.
Punishment could wait. He simply wanted her.
* * * *
Ally’s whole body came alive the minute he touched her. His tongue surged in and she wondered if he could taste his own salty essence on her tongue. She’d loved taking his cock in her mouth, adored how much pleasure she could bring to her big strong warrior.
She wished they’d met long ago, wished she’d been the wife by his side when he was hurt. She would have done anything to help him through it. She would have eased the way.
He drew back and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing that chest that always got her hot as hell. Macon was a work of art and a few tiny scars and the loss of most of one leg couldn’t change that fact. The imperfections in his body only made him more beautiful to her eyes. She ran her hands over the muscles of his chest, loving the feel of him. His chest was covered in a light dusting of hair. He was so masculine, so tough. His hands were callused and yet they could form the most delicate of confections. That was her Macon in a nutshell. He was a warrior who’d fought and almost died and now he brought joy to others with his art.
“I love you, too, Sir. Macon. My Macon.” Being naked with him felt natural. She knew all of their friends were right outside the door. They likely knew exactly what was going on in this room, but Ally didn’t care. She wasn’t ashamed of what she did with Macon. She’d made plenty of mistakes in her life, but loving this man wasn’t one of them and she wouldn’t apologize for it. She’d learned a long time ago to take love where she could find. It turned up in unexpected places.
“My Ally,” he said with a sure
smile. She loved how confident he’d become with her. He slumped down into the big leather chair behind the desk, not bothering to pull up his slacks. His cock was still out and Ally could see it was already stirring back to life. He fished inside his pocket, struggling to pull out something. Condom. “I’m prepared to throw down whenever we can, baby. Come here and sit on my lap.”
“I’ll get your pants messy.” Her female parts were in quite the state. The spanking he’d given her had been enough to get her wet and ready. Sucking him off had done not a thing to solve the problem. She could feel how soft and wet her pussy was.
His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask you about the state of my clothes. I gave you an order.”
And she knew when to comply. She sat right down on his lap, his cock jutting against her hip.
His hands immediately went to her breasts, cupping them with a sigh. “That’s better. I think we can definitely move forward with our roles. When we’re intimate, I’m going to be in control. You’re going to obey me when we’re making love.”
He leaned forward and pulled her nipple between his lips, giving her the bare edge of his teeth.
The sensation seemed to sizzle through her veins, finding a path between her legs. Macon’s pants were definitely going to know she’d been there. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was pleasing him in that moment. Everything else could fall to the wayside.
She didn’t have to worry about secrets or lies or anything else. She’d found that this was the gift D/s gave her. When Macon took over, she was wholly in the moment and nothing mattered but Macon’s needs. By pleasing her Sir, she would please herself. Yes, some people would take advantage of the delicacy of the relationship, but never Macon.
“Yes, Macon.” She let her arms drift up around his shoulders, giving him free access to her body. In these moments, her body was his to do with as he wished. Lucky for her, his wishes always included blowing her mind with pleasure.