by Madison, Mia
“No,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“That’s hard to believe.” His fingers closed over one ass cheek and squeezed. “You’ve got such a spankable ass. A really, really fine ass. Yesterday when you walked up the stairs in front of me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. If you’d told me what you wanted, we could’ve done this sooner. Don’t you think that deserves more spanking?”
I nodded, but then his fingers tugged on my hair. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. God, I never would’ve dreamed that he could be this dominant… or that it would turn me on so much.
“That’s right. You do need more spankings. But not like this.” He patted my ass, rubbing his hand along the flouncy fabric of my skirt. “No, I think you need to be spanked… like this.”
He flipped my skirt up, pressing it against the small of my back.
That meant he could see my panties—and my flushed skin beneath the thin fabric. Did he like what he saw, or did he think my ass and thighs were too big? A new and even worse thought hit—was there a wet spot on my panties? I was pretty turned on. God, I’d die if he saw that.
I squirmed, and he grabbed my ass again, squeezing hard. “Hold still. It’s time for five more. Be a good girl for me.”
The next smacks felt even more intimate with just the thin panties covering me. He delivered two on each ass cheek. The last one, the hardest of them all, was in the middle and the impact seemed to travel directly to my clit.
I moaned, pressing back against his hand.
He chuckled, and slid a finger along the edge of my panties, tracing a line across my cheeks. The progress of his finger tormented me. I wanted him to stroke between my legs, but instead he kept teasing me, his touch too light to fulfill my needs.
“You took that well, Gabriella. So I’m going to give you a choice. We can stop now and go upstairs and get back to normal. Or… I can spank you five more times, and then we can stay down here, and you’ll learn that this really can be a playroom. But if you choose to stay, the last five spanks will be on bare skin.”
What? His words made my blood race and my thoughts spiral in every direction. I tried to focus as his hand moved over my ass again, pausing to squeeze a cheek or to run a finger along my crack, pressing the fabric against me. I squirmed, wanting his hand to move lower, to press against my slit, but maddeningly, he refused.
“What’s it going to be? Are you done for the day or do you want to find out what happens if you’re brave enough to stay?”
God, I wanted to. I did. But I felt so exposed here. We were in the middle of the basement, with the lights on. I wanted to do more with him—I wanted to so badly. But the thought of him seeing me half naked like that… I just didn’t know if I could do it.
“Gabi?” Luke stroked my back. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But it seemed like you enjoyed that.”
“I did,” I whispered softly, and he bent down to hear me. “But… I… I mean, I’m not used to taking off my clothes in front of someone like this…”
“It can feel daunting,” Luke agreed. “And we can quit if you’d like. But if you’re brave enough to stay, I guarantee you won’t regret it.” The long strokes of his hand on my back seemed to be hypnotizing me. But then he straightened up. “Would it make you feel better if I took something off?”
Oh god, yes. I whipped my head around, meeting his eyes. He smirked at my eager expression and started to unbutton his shirt. More and more of the powerful muscles of his chest were revealed. He peeled the sleeves off his arms, revealing strong biceps. I wondered if all the woodworking he did down here kept him this fit? Because he was in really great shape, amazingly so. His abs were an eight pack and I wanted to run my tongue along the contours between them.
“Last chance,” he said, a glint in his eye as I couldn’t stop my gaze from flickering back to his chest. “Shall we go upstairs and be good? Or do you want to stay down here and experience something incredible?”
“Stay down here,” I whispered.
16
Gabi
God, what had I just agreed to? More spankings, yes, but he’d said that wouldn’t be the end of it. That we’d stay down here and do more. I didn’t know what that entailed, but I knew I wanted Luke more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
His smiled at me, looking genuinely pleased with my answer. “Good girl.” He moved in behind me, and before I could even begin to worry about it, he slid his fingers under the waistline of my panties and tugged them down, leaving them bunched around my upper thighs.
Then his hands were on my ass, caressing, stroking, squeezing. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”
I was embarrassed, but his touch was overwhelming. But then he moved into position, one hand in my hair again. And the other one… ouch! His palm landing on my bare ass felt ten times more intimate than the other spankings. Without pausing to think about how it might look, I wiggled my ass, wanting more contact.
He delivered four more smacks, the last few sharp enough to make me yelp. God it stung. But as soon as he was done, he stroked me again, my cheeks, the backs of my thighs… everywhere except where I really needed it.
His finger trailed between my cheeks, moving closer and closer to my slit… but then it moved away, leaving me aching for more. Instead, he walked in front of me, lifting my hands off the chair. After so long with my back arched, I straightened up a bit stiffly. But then he kissed me, wrapping his arms around me and smoothing my skirt back down. My panties were still around my thighs, but I was covered.
I melted into his kiss, the sensations as good as before, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his hard erection trapped between us. He was that hard because of me. He’d called me beautiful. The way he’d said it had almost made me believe it was true.
Luke broke the kiss and smiled down at me. With his arms still around me, he spun me around, moving me closer to the wall, almost like we were dancing. He backed me up until I felt the wall behind me. He smiled down at me, pausing to tuck a curl behind my ear.
“That was the punishment, Gabriella, and you took it very well. Now it’s time for your reward.”
I stared up at him, my pulse spiking. “For what?”
“Two things. First, for asking to come down here yesterday. Even though you should’ve told me what you wanted, it was brave of you to do that. And secondly, for staying down here today. Both those things took courage, and that gets rewarded.”
He caught my hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it. That courtly gesture in the midst of all this naughty play tugged at my heart. I loved how he could treat me like I was a princess one moment and a naughty girl the next.
“Do you trust me?” Luke captured me in his gaze, and I couldn’t have looked away for anything.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good.” He pulled something out of his back pocket. It was a black cord. He placed my hand against his abs, and the heat from his hard, chiseled skin felt amazing under my fingers. While I enjoyed the feel of his ripped muscles, he fastened the cord around my wrist. Then he lifted my hand above my head, fastening it to some kind of hook above me.
Somewhat belatedly, I realized that my back was against the floor-to-ceiling pegboard where he kept his tools. At some point since yesterday, he’d cleared a space. When I looked to either side, I could see a variety of implements hanging a few feet away.
Luke followed my gaze and grinned. “Don’t worry, I take very good care of my tools… or anything hanging on this wall.”
Moving with steady assurance, he wrapped my other wrist in another cord and fastened it above my head, too.
I moaned, pulling on the binds above me and finding them to be strong. This position made my back arch and my chest thrust forward. My nipples were hard little pebbles and I could feel them pressing against my bra under my shirt.
“One more thing before you get your reward,” Luke said, grabbing something off his workbench.
He returned, folding a blue cloth in half and then in half again. Crap… was that a blindfold?
He raised an eyebrow, asking me a silent question.
I nodded, scared but also more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
He brought the blindfold toward me and I broke into a grin. The light blue cloth turned out to be a bandana with cartoon characters on it.
Luke noticed my smile and chuckled. “It was all I could find on short notice. I haven’t done this kind of thing in a while.” Then he pressed it against my eyes and tied it behind my head.
The world went dark, but his strong hand was in my hair, guiding me. He tilted my head back and kissed me again. Somehow being tied up like this made this kiss even hotter than the other ones. But it went to a whole new level when he placed his warm palm on by belly and then slipped it under my shirt.
His talented fingers eased one breast and then the other out of the cups, leaving my bra underneath pushing my breasts upwards. He squeezed my nipple, making me moan into his mouth. My other nipple was rock hard before he even touched it.
God, it felt so good. This amazing man, this strong, confident man was touching me… teasing me… giving me all kinds of delicious sensations. He liked me. He wanted me. It almost seemed too good to be true.
And then his hand moved lower, sliding down my stomach and trailing along my skirt. My thighs parted as much as the panties allowed. Luke chuckled, kissing his way along my face and then attacking my neck. At the same time, he lifted my skirt and ran one long finger up the inside of my thigh.
Shivers radiated from his touch as I tensed in anticipation. I wanted him to touch my folds more than anything. And this time, he did, finally. His long, warm finger grazed my most sensitive skin and I jolted, my wrists pulling against my bonds. He stroked up and down my slit, the sensation driving me mad with desire
Luke’s teeth scraped across the sensitive skin of my neck as his finger dipped into my folds. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “How long have you wanted this?”
“Since I met you,” I whispered.
“Me too.”
His finger moved easily up and down my slit, getting closer and closer to the spot I most wanted him to touch. And then he pressed against my clit, causing me to arch my back and moan.
But just as quickly, his finger vanished. He straightened up, grinning at my whimper of disappointment. “I said you earned a reward, and I meant it.” He winked at me… and then got down on his knees in front of me.
Oh god. Oh my god. His hands were on my panties, easing them down my legs. I stepped out of them, one leg at a time. His face was level with my abdomen, just the light, flouncy skirt separating his lips from my skin.
Was he really going to do that? Only one boyfriend had ever gone down on me, and it had been a rather dismal experience. He’d licked me half-heartedly and then seemed disappointed when I hadn’t come. But somehow, I knew it would be very different with Luke.
He proved that by running his fingers lightly up the insides of my legs, the tickling sensation making me squirm. Before I truly registered what he was doing, he lifted my leg, swinging it over his shoulder and I yelped.
His warm breath caressed me, and he kissed my soft folds, making me moan. Without warning, he brought my other leg up, swinging my thigh over his other shoulder. For a moment, I was scared, worrying about hanging from my wrists, but he supported me, his hands cupping my ass as he pulled me toward his face.
And then his mouth was on me, his tongue tracing my seam the same way his finger had a moment ago. My eyes closed as I moaned, giving in to the sensation. Already, I could tell that Luke was much, much better at this than my old boyfriend.
His tongue delved into my slit and flicked directly across my clit making my whole body jolt. His talented tongue circled my clit, going one way and then the other. My hips were moving of their own accord, undulating as I moaned from the sensations.
Somehow, while still holding me up with one hand, he moved the other between my legs and one long finger circled my entrance the same way his tongue was circling my clit.
God, it felt amazing. I needed relief so badly. He’d gotten me so worked up. I could feel how easily his finger slid around as he circled me. And then his finger plunged inside me at the same time he flicked his tongue directly across my clit again
It was like being electrocuted. I writhed so much I was surprised I didn’t buck myself right off him, but he stayed with me, supporting me, pleasuring me, driving me wild.
He added a second finger and pumped harder into me, his tongue unrelenting on my clit. I moaned and cried out as the sensation built. I squeezed my thighs around his head, wanting to feel as much of him as possible.
He moaned against my slit, the vibrations pushing me even closer. He tongued my clit harder as his fingers deep inside of me touched just the right spot and I exploded, screaming as I came hard, bucking like a bronco as he held me up. As he kept up the amazing sensation with his tongue and his fingers. He didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last wave of pleasure out of me.
I gasped for breath as I hung limply, my body supported by my wrists and Luke’s strong hands under me. He eased one leg down—likely I’d been strangling him, but I hadn’t been able to help clenching my thighs when I came. Mutely, I tried to get my balance as he lifted my other leg off his shoulder and eased down my skirt. After that incredible onslaught of pleasure, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get my body back under control.
Luke straightened up, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth and shooting me a smug look. He looked pleased with himself, which seemed only fair. I’d never dreamed that oral could be that good. It had been nothing like with my ex-boyfriend. Luke knew what he was doing, and he did it really damn well. Score one for older men. Hell, score twenty for them. It had been that good.
“How was that for a reward?” Luke asked as he unfastened my hands.
“Pretty damn perfect,” I said, a tired but contented smile on my face.
Afterwards, I shyly followed Luke up the stairs. At the top, he took my hand, turning me to face him. “I’d love to take you upstairs and lie down next to you for some aftercare, but we’re going to have company in about ten minutes.”
Automatically, I looked at the living room clock. The twins would be home from school soon. I wished more than anything that they could give us just another hour or so. I wanted to make Luke feel as good as he’d made me feel. And I wasn’t ready to be parted from him.
Luke grinned at the look on my face. “I wish we had more time, too. But we’ll find more time soon, I promise.”
“I hope so.”
“There will be. Now, what can I do to help get that dazed look off your face before they arrive? Do you want something to drink? Or do you want to use the bathroom to get cleaned up?”
“Both,” I said, automatically lifting a hand to smooth my hair.
“Your hair looks great. A very sexy bedhead look even though we weren’t in a bed.” His grin was wolfish. Then he lifted a hand to touch my face. “But I seem to have smudged you a bit, so yeah, cleaning up might be a good idea.”
Oh god, I didn’t even want to think about the state of my makeup. I hurried to the bathroom door, but once there I suddenly realized something. Looking back at Luke, I said, “So, I guess it really wasn’t Ava who wanted me to wear this outfit again?”
“Nope,” he said with a smirk. “That was all me. All last night I couldn’t help thinking about what it would be like to lift up your skirt and, well, do what we just did. But one time Ava did tell me she thought you were pretty.”
“Really? What’d you say?”
“I agreed.” He winked. Blushing, I disappeared into the bathroom, a goofy grin threatening to break out on my face. The mirror revealed that I did have a bad case of bedhead, but I tended to agree with Luke… it did look kind of sexy. As if I was the kind of woman who often spent an afternoon playing naughty games with a hot-as-hell man.
I was
n’t that kind of woman—or at least I hadn’t been until today—but I wanted to be.
As long as it was with Luke.
17
Gabi
“What’s next?” Ava asked, bounding up to me, her brother close at her heels.
“Why don’t you ask Kait? She’s in charge. She owns the house, you know.” What I’d said was true, but it wasn’t the only reason why I sent the kids in her direction. She was better at finding simple tasks that the twins could do.
It was November, and this was the second Saturday in a row in which we’d spent the entire day on the house. Liz was moving in the weekend before Thanksgiving, and Kait was driving us at top speed to fix things up. Sierra, her cast finally off, was painting in the kitchen. Ian was installing a new light fixture in the hallway. Kait was assisting Tyler as he installed a new insulated window in the living room.
Luke was doing the most difficult work, in my opinion. The ceiling in the downstairs bathroom had started to sag after years of heat and humidity. Somehow, Luke knew what to do. He’d already ripped down part of the ceiling and had brought pieces of drywall from his woodworking shop for it. I wasn’t entirely sure what all the steps were, but I was sure as hell impressed that he did.
When I went to the kitchen to get a drink, Sierra seemed to be thinking along the same lines. She looked up from floor where she was painting. There was a streak of pale gray paint on her cheek. “Your man sure seems good with his hands.”
I grinned. “I definitely think so.”
Sierra shot me a quick salute and then cursed. She’d had the brush in her hand and now a lock of hair above her forehead had gone prematurely gray.
Still cussing, she got to her feet and washed her hands in the sink. I got her a glass of iced tea. “Thanks,” she said, leaning against the counter next to me. “It feels right, you know? Three of us and three of them. Plus two little bonuses.”