by Trace, Piper
“What do you want me to do to you, Mr. Hawthorne?” she asked shyly as soon as he pulled back.
“Nothing. I’m going to do it to you.”
He held his cock down and brushed it roughly across her lips and cheeks, smearing his tangy precum over her face. Then he said in a dark voice, “If I feel teeth, I’ll punish you even more harshly,” and he shoved his cock roughly into her mouth and throat. She gagged, which was unusual for her, but she was not used to having her throat abused like that without having some control of the depth herself. Her reaction did not stop him. He hesitated for only a moment before he shoved harder, deeper, seeming determined to punish her and to take his pleasure in her mouth. She concentrated on relaxing her throat and quickly was able to accommodate him.
He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth while she was helpless but to accept his thrusts. Then, as quickly as he’d begun the assault, he stopped. He pulled out from between her swollen lips, and with relief she tried to catch her breath. “Enough?” he asked.
She shook her head, swearing. “I can do it for you,” she whispered. “I can keep going.”
Brushing her hair from her wet face, he fed his cock to her slowly this time, and she opened her lips obediently, the thought of doing anything but please him nowhere in her mind. Her thoughts were empty except for Ford. Her soul belonged to him.
“God, you are what I need. And you’re mine.” He breathed as he wrapped his hands into her hair and pressed forward until his erection hit the back of her throat again. “Swallow me now.” She relaxed her throat and this time, with the benefit of his warning, it was even easier than normal, given the position of her head. The effects of the adrenaline coursing through her body from the spanking had her feeling as limp as if she’d just had a two-hour massage.
“God, yes,” Ford muttered, as he pushed into her until his balls touched her lips, and held himself there for a heartbeat too long, causing her to gasp for air when he pulled out. He let her take two gulps before fucking her mouth slowly, deeply, pausing just long enough to allow her to adjust her breathing.
“Do you want to swallow my cum?” he asked softly, stroking her hair while he fucked her face. She nodded on his cock. “Not yet, pet. Not yet. I need more from you. I need you to surrender to me completely.”
She already had. She was beginning to understand how cathartic the experience was. Her mind was focused down to one simple thought—serve him. Ford pulled out of her mouth and picked up his paddle again, making his way back around the desk while she caught her breath.
This time she didn’t wince at the first blow. She squirmed. Her stresses, her frustrations, her fears, they were all gone. No, not gone. Rather, for a rare moment she was totally present. There was nothing but this man and how he made her feel. Heat bloomed from where his paddle connected, over her buttocks and into her pussy, spreading to her thighs and her breasts.
That heat carried a powerful aphrodisiac, and she felt her excitement dampen her thighs. Ford paddled lower and his thumps became gentler as they landed on her exposed sex. Now when he paused to caress her hot skin, he caressed her pussy too. She moaned without restraint.
“Shh, don’t cry Evie. Don’t cry. We’re done.” She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying again, but her knees buckled with relief when she heard him put his paddle down beside her. The massive desk held her, always in the same position.
He smoothed his hand over both her sensitive ass cheeks, moving from one to the other, making her jump. “Your pretty bottom looks cruelly treated, love.” She whimpered as the adrenaline leached from her body. A limp, euphoric feeling replaced it.
Ford pressed into her tender skin and his fingers traced her pussy lips, now wet with the juices of her unexpected, yet complete, excitement. He cupped her pussy in his hand and kneaded his fingers against her, causing her to gasp and then moan, low and long. Her nerves were at attention, super-sensitive after the firm spanking.
“I’ll take the pain away, love. I’ll kiss it and make it go away.” His voice was silky. She felt him kiss her pink bottom. He trailed his lips downward until he hovered just over her sex. She felt his breath on her.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please, Mr. Hawthorne!” She struggled against her restraints, squirming to get his lips where she wanted them. He obliged, and closed his mouth over her, licking up through her folds, his tongue searching for her hard clit.
“God!” she choked, barely coherent as his tongue found its target. After so much pain, the pleasure seemed intensified, swelling through her until she felt her body couldn’t contain it. Like ecstasy might pour from her fingers and toes and puddle on the floor under her restraints.
“I love how you taste,” he murmured and then plunged three fingers into her wet entrance at once, drawing a cry from her. He fucked his fingers into her hard while he sucked on her clit, and when she realized she was going to come, she didn’t even have time to finish the thought before she plunged off the edge.
Evie orgasmed with such completion that it was as if Ford had made her come apart with his paddle only to heal her completely with this beautiful orgasm.
And it was a wonderful, worthy trade.
She bucked against her restraints with the force of the climax, her back bowing. The spanking had built such tension in her that when her orgasm released it, it was like a wound spring set free in a torrent of pleasurable twangs. Without the sturdy desk, she would have collapsed.
Ford took his fingers from inside of her, and she couldn’t see where he was behind her. She laid her head on the desk and just breathed. He came back around and she could see he was now naked. His erection swayed with his movements, and as exhausted as Evie was, she wanted him. She heard the clatter of wood against wood when he picked up the paddle and dropped it back into the bottom desk drawer. Relief flooded through her—the spanking was really over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
FORD UNTIED EVIE’S wrists and then went back around and untied her feet. He put an arm around her waist and a hand on her shoulder and pulled her up against him. She crumpled into him and he guided her gently to the floor in front of the desk, spooning her on the soft carpet. “Shh,” he murmured. His hands were everywhere, caressing her. “You did so well, Evangeline. You were so brave. I kept pushing and you just kept giving, until I got everything I needed.”
He rolled her gently to her stomach on the soft carpet, smoothing her hair from her face. He left for a moment and when he returned she smelled something pleasant, but she couldn’t seem to open her eyes. When he began massaging cream into her tender buttocks, she knew it was some sort of balm for her abused skin.
She hissed when he started, feeling a sting, but soon her skin felt soothed under his gentle touch. He pressed his body against hers, holding her and touching her as if he couldn’t get close enough to her. She felt him kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her neck. It seemed like he took hours, kissing and caressing her skin where he’d spanked her, and she thought she’d endure any punishment for this raw, concentrated affection from Ford. She hadn’t even known he was capable of such tenderness.
The way he touched her, and the way he took his time, making love to every inch of her body with his lips, tongue and fingers, she knew with total clarity that Ford could love, genuinely and completely. He could love her and Charley. He might not know it, but she knew.
With Evie still on her belly, he spread her legs, and she whined as her body protested. “I’m sorry, love,” he said grimly. “I know you’re tired and sore, but I’m going to fuck you now.” He moved on top of her and she felt him reach between them and position his rock-hard cock. He entered her from behind with a groan that sounded of pure elation.
Twisting their bodies to the side for leverage, he pulled shallow and then buried himself in her again. He cupped her ass gingerly in his large hand and she flinched under him. “I know,” he murmured. “I know I did this to you.” He thrust his cock into her harder, grunting and wrapping his h
and around her hip to slide his fingers between her legs from the front. “You’re skin. It’s so red where I hurt you. And god it makes me so fucking hard.”
He shoved into her again, the movement stinging her red skin. Her hiss of pain turned into a moan when he pressed his fingertips against her clit in a slow caress. “To mark you like that, and then fuck you while I look at what I’ve done. Goddamn.” He grunted again, pushing himself deep inside her. “It’s so exciting to take you like this.” His voice was losing coherency. “Come inside you while you’re stinging from my punishment. Claim you.”
She whimpered, pressing back against him in spite of the burn of her skin. He played his fingers across the hood of her clitoris until she made mewling noises and writhed under him. He stopped touching her, and as if lost in his own pleasure, pushed her flat to the floor and pounded into her. With that delicious sound he made when he came, he finished in her, his final thrusts sending her also spiraling with him. She cried out in a voice that didn’t even sound like her own as her orgasm showered sparks through her body, making her forget about any pain.
Ford held her against his chest, rolling to the side and spooning her, not pulling out. They lay on the soft carpet for a long time, their breathing synchronizing. Finally he pulled his softening cock from her and went to the bathroom to clean up. Returning with a towel, he helped clean her gently before pulling her up onto his lap on the library sofa.
She finally opened her eyes so she could see his handsome face. He was staring at her with a look of complete contentment. His face was so captivating, so charming. She touched his cheek. It didn’t look like a face that would enjoy the cruel things Ford did…the things that pushed her to the limits of pleasure.
“I don’t ever want to let you go.” He said it as if the thought surprised him. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her slowly, his lips soft like a lover’s. “I feel more free and accepted right at this moment than I think I’ve ever felt in my life. And god you made it so good…”
A wave of love for him had her mentally groping for her safe-word, but she couldn’t even think it. This time—just this time—she’d let herself bask in this feeling of love from him. She’d earned it.
She snuggled into his embrace and he stroked her hair, pulling it off her face where it had slipped over her mouth. The look in his eyes seemed to reflect how she felt, but she was too wiped out to ponder over whether it was real.
“Evie,” he whispered, and pressed his forehead to hers, not needing to say anything more.
“I know,” she answered. “I know.” They were both fighting and they were both failing. Her stomach twisted as she wondered if he’d make her leave. He didn’t want this. He fiercely didn’t want to fall in love with her.
“Are you alright?” His voice was quiet, and sounded suddenly tight, strained. She looked up at him, because she didn’t understand the sudden shift in emotion in his voice.
“Yes,” she said simply. “I’m alright.”
“Are you going to leave?”
Leave?
“No, of course not. Why would I leave?”
“Why wouldn’t you leave? How can you stay, knowing that’s what I want to do to you? Why would anyone want that?” His voice was anguished and he wouldn’t look at her.
She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “I don’t understand everything in this world, but I do know that you have pleasured me over and over, including during that punishment. And I can give you want you need. I can.” She kissed him. “Charley and I are strong enough to make you happy. You just need to believe. No shame in this house, remember? Someone in charge told me that was the rule.”
He lowered his face and kissed her, his lips barely touching hers. She parted her mouth in anticipation of more and he kissed her again, a little more completely this time, his tongue stroking softly against her bottom lip. Melting into his strong arms, she was too exhausted to fight against the feelings she knew she shouldn’t be having.
“I have to go,” he said, his voice sounding of regret. “I have to take care of a problem—a buzzing fly that needs swatted.” She detected a note of irritation and thought about the heated phone call she’d overheard him having. Were the two situations related? Could Ford be in some kind of trouble? “Listen,” he said, “if you go out, make sure you have your ID on you—Boone will not let anyone into the estate without identification.”
“But he knows me now, right?”
Ford smiled. “Evie, I only hire people who do their jobs very well. If I say check all ID’s, Boone will check all IDs.”
She smiled too. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.”
Ford hugged her close and then patted her arm. “Up you go, then, tough girl.”
She climbed out of his lap and found her clothes, pulling them on gingerly. Ford straightened his own clothes and grabbed a thick envelope out of another desk drawer. Her stomach flip-flopped when he’d reached for the drawer, but she’d relaxed when he drew out the envelope rather than the paddle.
“Charley went home to grab more of his things but he should be back soon. I will see you later, Evie,” he said, and kissed her cheek. He slid his hand down her hip to brush her bottom with his fingertips. She flinched away and Ford made an appreciative noise. “You were excellent today, love. Strong and brave, but accommodating. You were absolutely perfect. Absolutely what I want.” He smiled and kissed her cheek again. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and turned to go.
“Oh,” he paused, as if he’d just remembered to mention it, “Evie, don’t put the cheese platter back in the fridge with the knife still on it. That makes me crazy. Makes me want to reprimand you so that you remember to be tidier.” He glanced back at his desk to drive home his warning and then grinned, his eyes twinkling wickedly, before he turned and left. Her heart sang as she watched him go. She didn’t move until she heard the front door slam, and then the high whine of his car’s engine as it pulled down the long driveway.
She’d endured the lesson to his satisfaction. Who knew something so…aggressive? Sadistic? Could be so enjoyable?
When she returned to her room, she stripped off her clothes again and checked out her butt in the mirror. Her skin was mottled in pink and red, and it felt warm to the touch. She ran her palm lightly over it, but it didn’t hurt. Emboldened, she poked at herself but found she really wasn’t too tender. He hadn’t done any real damage. Nothing that wouldn’t go away in a few hours mostly.
Looking at the bed, she thought about crawling into it to ease her exhaustion, but a glance at the windows reminded her of what a nice day it was. She was at a mansion with great security and a pool, and no work to do today—Ford hadn’t left her any instructions other than to rest and take care of herself.
So instead she picked out a bikini—a traditional string one, with strategically placed triangles covering all her good parts. It was turquoise with white polka-dots, and it was one of her favorites. She added white, wedge sandals and an over-sized hat and inspected herself in the mirror, turning around. The small bikini bottom didn’t cover all the pink marks on her ass cheeks, and she was glad. If Ford saw the marks visible under her skimpy bikini bottom, he might not be able to keep his hands off her.
Chewing on her lip, she smiled at her reflection. Being with Ford and Charley was great for any body issues she had. She couldn’t help but to think of herself as a sexy woman, because she was constantly being used for sex or being forced to think about the next time she’d be used for sex. And it didn’t feel odd—it felt as though she was a goddess.
She adjusted the triangles on her top. She wasn’t bean-pole skinny by any stretch. In fact she was fairly curvy. She tugged at the triangles again but there was simply no more fabric to be had. Shrugging, she turned from the mirror to pack a pool bag. Her choice of swimsuits probably wasn’t in good taste, but hey, she had a private pool and two handsome men who might catch her wearing the too-small bikini and decide they just had to have her. Yes…th
ey. She giggled at the wicked thought and headed for the pool.
*****
~THE SUNRISE~
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EVIE SMOOTHED ON sun block before she reclined on one of the cushy chaise lounge chairs by Ford’s Mediterranean-style pool. She quickly fell asleep, eventually waking up blinking into the sun. Stretching her body languidly, she felt the heat seep into her to the bone.
She was more relaxed than she’d been in months. The spanking session Ford had subjected her to earlier had been as stress relieving as a full body massage. Who knew? She thought about the potential spa treatment possibilities and laughed out loud.
“Evie’s Spanking Spa”, let us paddle your worries away, you bad boys and girls!
She sighed and kept giggling to herself sporadically, thinking of her spanking spa. She imagined pitching the business plan to a man in a suit down at the bank in an attempt to get a loan, and dissolved into laughter again. He’d probably want a free spanking before he loaned her the money. The giggles eventually faded and she just lay there, feeling good, feeling the sun beat against her eyelids. Her contentment bloomed, and it dawned on her that she was happy.
It struck her as odd that she would feel so genuinely happy, and yet there it was. She had a bizarre job with an eccentric boss; she was in a pseudo-relationship with that boss and his best friend, where apparently it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility to get tied up and spanked if she didn’t perform well. Her job was fifty percent executive assistant and fifty percent sex toy—well, maybe more like twenty-eighty—and she got paid obscenely for it. And somehow all of that madness solved the scariest problem she’d ever had…John and the money she owed him. Life worked in mysterious and sexy ways, sometimes.
Evie was living life outrageously, deliciously, rolling life around in her mouth and savoring it, devouring new sexual experiences until she felt full to bursting with ecstasy. Lust and orgasms were fun, but lust and orgasms in an opulent setting with two incredibly hot and interesting men? Fun wasn’t close to a good enough word.