“I’m not going to say that. It sounds dumb,” she complained.
In reply, he pulled down her panties and spanked with renewed vigor on her naked cheeks until she squirmed. “Enough, Axel! I get it. I’m sorry. This isn’t sexy, it just hurts. Will that make you stop? What do I need to say? You’re strong and I’m weak? You’re smart and I’m not? What it is you want me to say?” To her horror, she started to sob over his lap, great, body-racking gusts that made her heave and bawl, tears flowing fast and hard.
He scooped her up and cradled her in his arms. “I want you to agree that you’re the most fucking intelligent and insightful person in this whole damn building, and that a little shit like Chelsea isn’t going to be some major roadblock for you. Okay? Fighting her is a waste of your time. That’s what I want you to see.”
His voice was urgent. “She’s nothing compared to you, Cleo. You’re expending energy on her you’ll never get back. Do it differently, that’s all. I can’t fight your battles for you, but I can see when you’re up against a wall. Don’t wear out your sword on a brick wall. That’s all.”
The look on his face, so tender and passionate—at odds with his cold words about not wanting to mislead her, just a few minutes earlier—confused her. She flushed and looked down. “Are you saying she’s as intelligent as a brick?” Sudden laughter mixed with her sobs and she hiccupped. She reached back to rub her ass.
“I shouldn’t be talking about her like this at all,” he said, his voice rueful. “So don’t pass it around. You’ve got a meteoric career ahead of you, but because you’re going so fast, you have to steer really fucking carefully. This thing with Chelsea, dumb as it is, could end up being a big thing, if it blows out of control. You’re going to encounter more people like her, and worse. You need to figure this shit out, Cleo. I can’t do it for you, in person or on the phone. Okay? It’s part of the business, a big part. How to deal with her and move on.”
“So why did you have to spank me to tell me that? Why couldn’t you just tell me that with your voice?”
“Because.” He smiled into her face. “I like spanking you. And because I think you fucking like the feel of my hand on your ass. And because it worked to help you destress and get out your toxic anger. Fighting me over my lap gave you a chance to wrestle out that anger you wanted to let loose on Chelsea, and now it’s gone. And now you feel good again and want to fuck. You liked it. Am I wrong?”
She didn’t reply. Of course she liked it, but she didn’t want to admit it.
“Cleo?” His voice was stern.
“Fine. I like it. But only when you’re being sexy about it,” she complained, needing to hang onto the upper hand somehow. “It’s not fair to punish me and not make it sexy.”
Suddenly he flipped her back over. “And we’re not even done, Cleo. You still need some more, I think, for mouthing off.”
“This time, you have to finish it,” she warned him, although it was also a plea and a promise. This wasn’t the time for her to be brought to the edge and left waiting, not with her soul raw and ragged.
“Don’t you worry,” he chided. “I’ll take care of you. But first, let’s see you dance on my thighs.”
“But the play…”
“Will be better for it, I promise. This will make you feel good, and get you ready and submissive for Martin. Tell me right now that you want to be submissive for me,” he cajoled, his voice alluring and threatening at the same time. “Or else you get it harder.”
The problem was, she did want that, even though she hated saying it.
“Can’t you just spank me and not have me say it?” she begged.
“Nope. I like hearing the words. The fact that it embarrasses you a little bit makes it even hotter for me. If you don’t want some extras with the brush, you say it right now.”
“Fine!” She panicked at the thought of that hairbrush. “I want to be submissive for you,” she whispered.
“Louder,” he commanded.
She turned red, even though she wasn’t looking at him; her hot cheeks gave it away without a mirror. “I like being submissive for you,” she said in her normal voice. “God.”
“Again, louder. Last chance. I want to hear you fucking shout it out. There’s nobody here, so fill this goddamn place with my name.”
“I like being submissive for you! Axel!” she cried out, and then cried out again when his hand descended hard on her ass and continued a steady rhythm.
It hurt, but it felt good. She liked the feeling of being held down in his iron grip, being forced to take the spanking. She pushed against his embrace, tentatively, then harder.
“Oh, you want to fight me?” he murmured. “Go ahead, baby. Try to get loose. I’ll just spank you harder for it. Fucking fighting me.”
“I can get free if I want,” she announced, and pushed hard at his thigh with both hands. In answer, he brought his hand down harder, nearly full force, across both cheeks, and she wailed. “Fuck!” she screamed, and clawed at his leg, pushed at the couch, twisted with all her strength. He doubled down, grabbed her with both arms to contain her thrashing, then pinned her with one leg and his arm, and started spanking again, hard, fast: thighs, ass, sit spots, over and over. She shrieked and struggled, each wiggle rubbing her clit against his jeans, driving her arousal higher. Finally when she could take no more, her ass flaming, she whispered, “Mercy!”
He immediately stopped. “Stop for real?”
“I need you,” she begged. “Axel, please. Now.”
“Where did you learn mercy?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
“I read it somewhere and thought I’d try it.” She shuddered with need. “I don’t like the word red right now. It’s too, I don’t know, let’s discuss it later, right now I want you to please touch me.”
“Shhh,” he whispered, rubbing her ass. “Spread your thighs for me.”
She obeyed quickly and gave a sigh of pleasure when his clever fingers found her wetness and dove in. “This what you wanted so badly?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “My fingers in your pussy, rubbing your clit?”
“Yes,” she whispered back. “It feels so good.”
He pushed at her thighs with his other hand. “Lift up.” He slid the other hand under her belly and moved down to cup her mound. Then he started to play her with both hands, rubbing her clit with one hand and pumping two fingers into her cleft with the other.
Breathing hard, she wiggled into his grip to increase the friction. “More, God, that feels so good, right there.” She was delirious with need. She’d come at her own hand over the past week, but none of the orgasms had been truly fulfilling, because she’d felt empty. This was what she’d wanted: his touch, his body, his voice.
“You want me to make you come?” he teased.
“Yes!” She felt desperate.
“What if I make you wait again?”
“No!” Horrified, she pushed up on her arms, then twisted to look at his face. “That would be mean, Axel. I didn’t like that, not really.” Something in her face must have seemed more serious than the words, and he looked away for a microsecond before meeting her eyes again.
“Hmmm…” he mused, his tone light. “Good submissives usually promise their dom something very nice in order to get what they want.”
She seized on the opportunity to go with the flow and forget about the fight brewing under her skin, the fact that she wanted to eviscerate him for not following up that one night, for talking to his ex, for not calling. “Please, I’ll be so good for you next time. I’ll—I’ll get down on my knees and suck you off, just the way you like it, okay? I swear. You can use a plug in my ass if you want. Anything you want.”
He took her face in both hands. “You make me those promises, I expect you to keep them. Yes?” He was smiling, but she could see that he was firm as well, and that turned her on so hard that she thought she might orgasm right there, without his fingers, without anything except air.
“Yes!” she cried
out, feeling her eyes glaze over with need.
“Good. Stand up and bend over the arm of the couch, legs spread,” he ordered, and she rushed to comply, getting into position, spreading her legs wide, hoping the scene was provocative.
He stepped aside and she saw him shuck his shoes and lose the jeans. A second later the T-shirt and boxer briefs followed, and then he was back, his hands running over her breasts, his body pushing into her from behind, his hardness pushing into her ass cleft.
“This is what you wanted?” he growled, grabbing her nipples in his fingers and twisting, gently at first, and with increasing pressure, until she whined and jerked.
“Yes!” she breathed out. “Yes.”
“And this?” He reached down and slapped the side of her ass once and again, hard smacks. “A spanking from me, nice and hard, on your bare ass?”
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with passion. “Tell me what you like from me.”
“I like it when you spank me,” she cried. “When you squeeze my tits and touch my pussy.”
“You like being spanked when you’re bad?” he growled. “You like me to punish you when you disobey?” He bit her neck hard, and slapped the side of her thigh, the other one, hard.
“Ow, yes!” she said, the admission filling her with pleasure and desire. “Fuck, yes, please.”
He moved his body slightly to reach her ass and gave her a series of sharp spanks on the middle of each cheek. “You like when I turn your ass pink for my enjoyment?” he said. “When I make you squirm with a mixture of pain and pleasure that drives you insane?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, not even sure what she was agreeing to, just knowing she wanted it, more of it, all of it.
“Good,” he announced. “Because I’m going to turn your ass red next time, and any time I want. You understand? You’re going to take off your little sexy panties for me when I tell you to, and spread those delicious thighs, and let me fuck you and punish you as I please. Are we clear?”
“Yes, yes!” she cried out, and then sobbed out in relief as she felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and she pushed back into him, trying to take him even deeper. He was so thick and hard but she wanted him all at once. He reached around and grabbed her breasts again, pinching her nipples, then put his hands on her waist and started pumping her slowly, deliberately, sometimes pulling out and letting his cock tease her anal opening for a second, until she gasped with surprise. Then he dove back into her pussy and this time he pumped hard, grabbing her firmly enough to leave bruises. It felt good, and she cried out, “Harder, fuck me, go harder, Axel, fuck,” pushing back as hard as she could as he drove forward, until the feeling in her grew to a fever pitch.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped. “Please, can I come?” Just the act of asking him made her get that much closer to orgasm.
“No. Not yet.”
“When?” she almost cried.
“When I say,” he whispered. “And not a second before.”
She cried out in utter frustration, and then he granted her a reprieve. “Now. Come all over my cock,” he growled, and she exploded with pleasure, her thighs tightening as her pussy clenched hard around his iron length, the orgasm unfurling not from her clit but from her G-spot, so deep inside of her that it felt vital. The feeling kept growing and expanding and she cried out, exotic sounds and gasps, because this orgasm was going on for so long and building to something she’d never known existed.
When it crested, she screamed with pleasure, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, and squeezed his cock as hard as she could, pulsing her muscles to draw forth every last spark of joy, then collapsing into him. He came a few seconds later with a harsh exclamation, and grabbed her hips, pulling her back to him tighter, as if trying to impale her with his body.
They stood together, panting, for a few seconds, and then he gently pulled out and disposed of the condom. He pulled on his boxers and sat on the couch, taking her onto his lap again. “Lean on me,” he murmured, and she complied, resting into his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, strong and still fast.
“That was so, so good,” she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her muscles melt.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice low, stroking her arm. “It was fucking unbelievable.”
She pushed her hand into his side, and ran it up his chest, feeling his impressive abs. “You are so fucking hot.”
He laughed, but she could hear that he was pleased and proud. “You too, Cleo,” he said. “You’re the hot one.”
“We’re both hot,” she said, feeling herself almost trail off into sleep. Not sleep exactly, but a state of supreme relaxation. She felt loose but also like she was flying, anchored in his arms. It was a blissful feeling, sort of an utter calm and contentment and amazing satisfaction. Her pussy was still zinging with residual pleasure, and mixed with her floaty exhilaration, it seemed like the best feeling in the world. She didn’t want to talk, so she just snuggled into his arms, and he held her. Sometimes he stroked her arm or her ass, and it all felt good, and within a few minutes she was out.
She awoke some time later, slowly, coming into consciousness like an icicle melting in a summer blaze. “Was I asleep?” She pushed off his chest slightly.
“Just a few minutes,” he said. “Five minutes, maybe. Don’t worry; I’d never let you miss a performance.” He chuckled. “You have plenty of time.”
“Oh.” She was wet between her thighs, still, and her ass tingled. She felt herself blush. “I guess… I should get dressed. Ready.”
He gave her a kiss on the lips, then helped her stand. “Ready for round two?”
She giggled. “For the play, Axel. I need to get my mind straight.” Her earlier rage at Chelsea, her depression, all seemed lifted, gone. Like they were silly inconveniences, blown away like dandelion puffs in the breeze. Like none of it mattered, not when she had this.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “We’ll do this again, whenever you need stress relief, a good girl spanking… or a punishment. You’ll tell me when it’s time for option A. And I’ll tell you,” he emphasized the you with a swat on her butt, “when it’s time for option B and C. And both of us will comply with the other’s request. Yes?”
Just the thought had her stomach butterflying in sexy anticipation. “Do you foresee me needing a lot of… correction?” she teased.
“Oh, I imagine you’ll need a good taste of the hairbrush from time to time,” he said.
“I like your hand better,” she argued.
“Well, then?” he suggested. “Earn yourself good girl spanking instead of punishments, because you can choose for those. Because I’m going to use the brush every time you’re bad. A good hard hair-brushing on your naughty ass. Oh, you’ll get to come,” he promised. “But I’ll make you struggle for it to atone for your misdeeds.”
And even though she didn’t love the brush? Damn if that statement didn’t have her surging with moisture, nearly ready to beg him to use that brush on her right the fuck now, if it meant another round of phenomenal sex.
Chapter Fifteen
Although Axel didn’t call her, and some nights she didn’t see him, he found her every few days and summoned her to his Michigan Avenue condo. It was like he apologized without saying the words, because he didn’t ever leave her hanging again, like that day in his office. She thought it was like he was telling her how much he felt for her, writing it on her body with his. Those nights were full of passion, pleasure, and just the right amount of pain, nights full of gold spangles and cries of pleasure, of the scent of sex and flowers, full of joy and abandon.
And if he didn’t call her on days when they weren’t together, if she didn’t know much about his life beyond the play and their late-night bedroom conversations, at least the time they spent was phenomenal. She’d never enjoyed sex more; never been so astounded with what her body could do. And despite that one ov
erheard conversation, there was no evidence that his ex was back in his life in any fashion.
Lying in bed late one night, fingers entwined with his, she stretched out her smooth leg and pushed it to his strong one, pressing against his strength, his muscles, his hair. “You feel good,” she said. “I like your legs.”
“I like yours.” He nipped her shoulder with his teeth and pulled her closer. “What’s between them, too.”
“Nice,” she responded automatically. “Your leg-between package isn’t bad either.” She reached down to cup him.
He bit again, harder. “Give me half an hour and we can get all Fed-Ex on each other. Deliver some good stuff.”
She giggled. “I always wanted to fuck the cute UPS driver. Thank you for fulfilling a life-long dream.”
He laughed. “My UPS driver is a stocky Italian named Marco. I’ve never been tempted to kiss him, let alone put my dick near his ignition.”
“Good!” She stroked along his hip, tracing the V of his muscles with her index finger. “Mine is the only ignition that your dick should get getting into.” Then she bit her lip, wondering suddenly if that sounded too couple-y.
He didn’t answer for a minute and her anxiety rose. “I mean, for now,” she added hastily. “I know how you feel about long-term stuff.”
“Hungry?” He patted her shoulder and looked toward his phone.
“No. Not really. You?” She was still thinking about whether her comment had been overly possessive. Was he being too sensitive? Was she? He was clearly avoiding the topic. Or maybe he was just hungry. People always made those memes about how women were thinking a million billion self-destructive things, and in the same situation, the guy was thinking, “Huh. I want a sandwich.”
“I could order us some pizza from Old World,” he suggested.
“Make mine a salad, though,” she said automatically. “Italian dressing on the side. I can’t get chubby right now, Axel, with my ass being exposed on stage.”
“Really? One night of pizza won’t hurt you.” He slapped her ass gently. “Your ass looks fine.”
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