Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two

by Michelle Houston

  "You? A sexual deviant?" Lydia could feel the rumble of his laughter deep in his chest. "You're too sweet to be a deviant, sexual or otherwise."

  Hysterical laughter bubbling within her, Lydia retorted, "I thought so too. But evidently I am."

  "Just what is it you wanted to try?"

  Her cheeks hot, Lydia burrowed further against his chest, inhaling deeply of Shawn's cologne. Just his scent was enough to get her hot, it always had. "I don't want to talk about it."

  His hand left her hair and moved to her chin, cupping it and forcing her head up. Lydia struggled to meet his gaze, even as she wished he would just let the whole thing drop.

  "Since when have we had secrets from each other?" If only he knew just what all I am keeping secret, she thought.

  "It's too embarrassing." Lydia imagined Shawn's gaze peering into her soul as he continued to just look at her.

  Pulling away from his hand, she dipped her chin to her chest and sat up, bending her legs and wrapping her arms around them. "Since it's my birthday he asked if I had anything I wanted to try. And I told him that I wanted him to dominate me."

  "Pardon?" Shawn asked, his voice cracking.

  Lydia smiled sadly. "I didn't want him to hurt me, or anything like that. I just wanted him to dominant me. Tie me up, spank me, and maybe some light role-play. I just wanted to feel helpless, completely at his mercy. And he did ask..."

  Despite clearing his throat, Shawn's voice was still raspy when he spoke. "And was it just him you envisioned doing this? Or is it a fantasy of yours and you were willing to let him play the part?"

  "Just let him, I guess. He's not exactly the overpowering type. But I was willing to settle for him, if he'd at least consider it."

  "And let me guess, when you told him, he freaked, right?"

  Lydia nodded, completely miserable. Now that he had forced the answer out of her, Shawn probably thought she was a freak, too.

  As his hand cupped her chin, she tried to resist, but he gently prevailed, forcing her gaze up to meet his. "He wasn't the right man for you, Lydia. He's not man enough for you. You intimidated him."

  She couldn't believe it, instead of pushing her away; he was trying to make her feel better. Maybe he didn't think she was such a freak.

  "Look at you, a successful entrepreneur with your own advertising company, and you're just twenty-five. The only thing he ever started on his own was a lemonade stand in elementary school. And that failed miserably."

  A giggle escaped before she could control it. In answer, Shawn's lips curved into a grin. "It's true. We got drunk one night and he told me all about it. Showed me pictures his mom took, too. And that's another problem, he's a momma's boy. He probably needed you to dominate him, not hand the reins over to him."

  Remembering all the times that she had had to take control, she nodded.

  "Well, there you have it. What you need is a man who is secure enough in his masculinity to be willing to let you dominate, and to fulfill your fantasies, including letting you submit to him. And I know the perfect guy for you."

  "You do?" Afraid of which one of his friends he was going to try to set her up with, she almost didn't ask. She didn't want one of his friends. She wanted him.

  "Yeah, I do." Without any warning, his head swooped down and his lips pressed against hers. Unconsciously, her lips parted beneath his, allowing his tongue entrance into her mouth. All too quickly, it was over. "Me."

  Lydia giggled again, hoping she hadn't heard him wrong; her ears were still ringing from that kiss. But afraid to act in case she had.

  "Let me prove it to you."

  Still shocked, she just nodded.

  "Run."

  "Wha-at?"

  "Get up off of my lap, and run. And when I catch you, I expect you to put up a fight."

  On shaky legs, Lydia stood and moved around the couch. Like a deer caught in headlights, she remained there, waiting for him to move. His head whipped around, his gaze locking on her. She wasn't certain what she saw in his eyes, but it had never been there before. He looked almost—feral.

  "I. Said. Run," he bit out and stood.

  With a shriek, Lydia took off, running out of the living room, her bathrobe flaring around her hips. She turned the corner and paused, peeking back into the living room in time to see him leap off the couch and move across the room like a panther, stalking his prey.

  Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood stairs as she hurried up, Shawn hot on her heels. As she reached the top, she could hear his breath right behind her. He reached out a hand, and she barely darted away, pushing into her office and slamming the door.

  Shawn pounded on the door, then tried the knob. As the door swung open, he was wearing a triumphant grin. Lydia backed away from him as he crossed the room towards her. This wasn't the Shawn she knew, the calm and controlled gentleman.

  Just as he was about to grab her, she ducked under his outstretched arm and raced away. Panting with her exertions and the thrill of being chased, she raced back down the stairs. Shawn pounded down behind her, and succeeded in tackling her at the base of the stairs. Even as she fell, she registered him turning to cushion her fall with his body.

  Trapped against his chest, she wiggled, trying to get away. His strong hands clasped her around the waist, his legs locked around hers, holding her pinned. She wiggled, thrilled at the sensation of his hard cock digging into her back. Suddenly, she didn't have the will to struggle anymore. She was aroused, and she had a feeling that he was more than aware of it. If she had to bet on it, she would lay her money on her panties being soaked by now.

  "You done struggling now?" Shawn whispered in her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive lobe. In response, she renewed her struggles, but soon gave up. She was well and truly pinned.

  "Good girl. Now I'm going to let you go and you're going to walk slowly and sweetly up the stairs. If I have to chase you again, it won't go well for you." There was the briefest hint of steel to his voice, which only served to cause Lydia's pulse to flutter. She wanted to protest that she had only made him chase her because he told her to, but this was what she had been dreaming of—Shawn bending her to his will. She couldn't have planned a better birthday if she had tried.

  Nodding her head against his chest, she agreed to behave herself.

  His arms and legs relaxed, allowing her to climb off him. As she stepped away, he rocked up onto his shoulders, pulled his feet up, and kicked out, thrusting himself upright. The fluidity of his movements, the sheer power had her jaw dropping. She had seen him do some interesting moves like that when they had worked out together and he had taught her to defend herself, which coincidentally was where she discovered how much she liked being pinned down—by the right man.

  But she didn't have time to drool as she would have liked because he moved towards her, herding her backwards. That look was back in his eyes, the one that screamed dominant male.

  As she turned and headed back up the stairs, she could feel him looming behind her, the heat of his skin radiating against her. She shivered at the images it evoked: his nude sweat-drenched body covering her as he held her wrists pinned in one hand, the other holding him up as he thrust into her.

  When she reached the landing, she paused. Shawn leaned in, his breath hot and moist against her neck. "Having second thoughts?"

  Lydia shook her head and forced a simple "no," past her parched lips. Licking them, she tried to vocalize her dilemma. "Do you want me to change? Or just, um, strip."

  "I want you to go into the bedroom, and then I'm going to do what I want to you, when I want. You'll wait, wondering what I want you to do next. What I will do to you next."

  If Shawn's hand hadn't pressed gently against her back, Lydia wasn't sure she would have been able to move, the idea was so delicious. Helpless, completely bending to his will, his whims.

  Shawn stopped her as she reached the bed and turned her around, pulling her into his arms. "I wanted to go slow," he growled, "to savor you this first t
ime. But I've waited so long."

  His mouth crashed down over hers, his tongue taking possession of her mouth. Lydia almost fainted at the sweet euphoria flooding through her. This was what she had always wanted, not the lukewarm passion she had settled for. As she submitted completely to his touch, she felt freer than she ever dreamed she could.

  Shawn cupped her ass, gently kneading the flesh as he pulled her tighter into his body. His legs bracketed hers, holding her tucked against the cradle of his body. He tore his lips from her.

  "How I want you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotions Lydia couldn't even begin to separate and define.

  Stepping back, he twisted them around so that his back was to the bed. Slowly, he sat down, his hands retaining a firm grip on her hips. "Now, strip for me."

  Shyly Lydia stepped back and raised her hands to her hair, pulling the tresses free from the clip holding them up. As the silken strands settled about her shoulders, she turned her back to him. Untying the belt of her robe, she quickly let it slid to the floor. Unbuttoning her pajama top, she let it dip slightly back, baring the briefest hint of shoulders, before letting it slip completely to the floor, her breasts bared to the air-conditioned air circulating throughout the room.

  She paused, uncertain. She could hear Shawn breathing harshly behind her, but even as she knew he wanted her, she wasn't certain just what to do. Having a fantasy was one thing—knowing how to carry it out, completely different.

  "Turn around."

  Lydia obeyed the command in his voice, her chin tucked against her chest. She could hear the bed creak as he stood. His fingers were firm and gentle as Shawn cupped her chin, forcing her gaze to his.

  "Continue."

  After loosening the tie of her pajama bottoms, she gave them a soft push, sliding them down her legs, to pool at her feet. All that was left was her panties, and she would be bared to Shawn's knowing eyes. Her gaze still locked on his, she grabbed the ties at the sides of her thong and tugged, sending it floating to the floor.

  As his eyes drifted over her, she trembled, knowing what he was seeing; the hard beads of her nipples begging to be touched, the faint tan lines of her bathing suit, her smooth shaven pussy, and her lips glistening with the beginnings of her desire. And all she could do was stand there, while he was scanning her, taking her in.

  Unable to stand the suspense, she closed her eyes. If anything it made it worse. Now she was lost, wondering where he was looking, unable to see his eyes and know what he was thinking.

  It was definitely the best, but most emotionally draining and oddly exhilarating birthday she had ever had. And from what Shawn had said, it was only the beginning.

  Lydia jumped as his knuckles brushed against her neck, trailing down her shoulder to the upper curve of her breast. "He was a fool."

  Opening her eyes, she smiled at how dark and deep his eyes appeared. His hand continued its path, trailing down her ribs to her waist, where it stopped. He applied the slightest pressure as he stepped back, drawing her to the bed, where he once more sat down.

  "Come here," he said, patting his thighs. When she moved to straddle him, he shook his head. "No, lay across them."

  He couldn't be asking what she thought. As she awkwardly lay down across his thighs he made no move to stop her, and she knew he did mean it. He was actually going to spank her.

  But he didn't. Instead, his hand gently traced up and down her back and over the smooth curves of her ass. Lydia relaxed against him, soothed by his touch, even as in the back of her mind a voice screamed that she was bare-ass naked over a fully-clothed man's lap—her best friend's lap at that.

  Shawn's fingers started to dip and tease, no longer as soothing, as he gently thrust into her core, massaging the tiny bud of her clit with his thumb.

  Lydia twitched on his lap, her hands braced against the floor. She could feel the slick inner walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers, begging him silently for more.

  "Like this?" He asked, his voice husky with need.

  She moaned softly in answer.

  "Good. How about this?" And that was all the warning she received before his palm landed with a solid smack!

  She jerked, emitting a faint yelp. Fingers of fire spread through her ass, trailing directly to her clit. "Do you want more?"

  "Yes," she panted, closing her eyes in anticipation. Shawn thrust his fingers deep, and then landed another blow.

  Lydia jerked under the sweet sting, raising her ass slightly for more, which he gave three smacks in quick succession. Followed by his fingers doing things inside of her she couldn't describe but caused her toes to curl.

  "How old is the birthday girl today, twenty-five? Should she get a swat for each year?"

  Her ass was already on fire, and he wanted to do twenty more? Oh, God, she would die first. But what a way to go.

  "Yes, please, Shawn." And he granted her wish, drawing each swat out as he played her body like a fine tuned instrument, tugging just hard enough on her clit to produce the most exquisite sensation, before doubling it with another hard spank.

  She was sure she wouldn't be able to sit for a week, but she didn't care. His hot breath sounded harsh between the swats, a perfect match for her own panting gasps as she twisted on his lap, eager for more at the same time she questioned if she could take it.

  "Please, Shawn," she panted. Her pussy was on fire, her ass stung, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him driving into her, his hard cock claiming her in a millennium's old ritual of male domination.

  "Just one more, baby," he answered, "you can take it."

  As his palm landed the final blow, he thrust a third finger into her core. Lydia screamed as sensations erupted through her body, pleasure blending with pain until she didn't know where one began and the other ended. She floated in the euphoria, completely pliant to his hands as he moved her from his lap to the bed.

  She opened her eyes to find Shawn standing between her legs, his hands fisted at his side. His nostrils flared with each breath he took. Tormented need twisted his lips into a frown, and his eyes were closed.

  "Shawn?" She hesitantly sat up, her hands reaching out to him. "Did I do something wrong?"

  "God, no!" he exploded as his eyes flew open. "I just want…but I don't want to hurt you."

  "Hurt me?"

  "I want to fuck you." Lydia gasped at his crudeness. This wasn't the Shawn she was used to seeing, but it was the one she had always hoped for. "I've been dreaming about it for weeks, fantasizing about laying you over my lap and spanking your rounded ass until you come, then slamming into you so hard your teeth rattle. But if I do, I'm going to hurt you, and you'll never let me be with you again."

  "Shawn, you won't hurt me." But he didn't seem to be listening; lost in his own fears. Just as she had been when the fantasies of being dominated had started.

  Relaxing back into the bed, she bent her knees and lifted her feet, pressing her heels against the curve of the mattress. Parting her legs as wide as they would go, she opened herself, even as she trembled. She felt completely exposed. Fisting her hands in the sheets, she waited. Her gaze locked with Shawn's, she could see his struggle. Although her mind rebelled at what she was doing, her heart demanded she say it. "Master, please."

  Shawn's eyes widened and he seemed to actually see her for the first time since she laid back.

  "I need you."

  Shawn's hands slid up her thighs, trembling as he caressed her. Lydia responded by widening the cradle of her thighs, offering herself to him. It was the ultimate submission, beyond any fantasy she had ever had, and she was willing to make it for Shawn. But only for him.

  He widened his stance, his gaze meeting hers. "Are you sure?"

  "As you wish, Shawn. I'm yours."

  His hands dropped to his waist, and pulled his shirt free, tossing it over his shoulder. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down his hips, but left them on. He gave a tug to the opening of his boxers, pulling the button completely off. Lydi
a trembled as his cock sprang free, as thick and hard as she had imagined it to be when she was laying over his lap.

  "Put your arms over your head." The steel was back in this voice. She watched in silence as he reached into her nightstand and pulled out an unopened box on condom. Tearing the foil with his teeth, he slowly rolled the latex over his erection. Lydia’s mouth watered at the sight; she wanted to curl her tongue around his cock-head and suck on the reddened flesh until he grabbed her hair and held her still, so he could thrust deep into her mouth. Her pussy clenched at the knowledge that maybe later he would. But first, she wanted to feel him deep in her core, claiming her body as his.

  With one hand on his cock, Shawn lifted his other to hers, encircling her wrists, pinning them against the mattress as he restrained her, the fine matting of hair on his chest tickling her nipples.

  Once more, his fingers did things to her, things she had never imagined as they manipulated her clit and lips. She bucked against him, desperate for deeper contact, as he teased her with his cock head, brushing it against her pussy-lips.

  Just when she was about to cry out in frustration, he thrust hard, driving his cock deep within her. Lydia screamed at the sudden invasion, even as she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him there. His hand moved from their joining, bracing on the bed.

  She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as he started to thrust, pounding into her willing flesh. His teeth bit into her neck, marking her as his, and she loved it.

  Shawn's sweat mingled with hers, coating them both, as he claimed her, driving them both closer to the edge.

  Lydia's pussy ached, clenching him tight as he withdrew, then tighter as she thrust back. She lost track of time, as she was enveloped in sensation. This was her fantasy, and then some.

  And then she thought no more, as with a savage thrust, Shawn pushed her into orgasm. Hoarse screams filled the room, and she dimly recognized them as her own, but couldn't, and wouldn't make them stop.

  It was only as his voice joined hers, shouting out his release before he collapsed on top of her, that she stopped. His hold on her wrists slackened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him pressed against her.