by Sophie Oak
Her face flushed, her eyes narrowing to angry little slits. Her
mouth opened, and he knew venom was just about to spew out of that
pretty mouth of hers. Then it closed. Her shoulders relaxed, and her
hands went, shockingly, to the waistband of her pants. He watched in
a mixture of abject horror and rampaging desire as she pushed her
jeans over her hips and presented that gorgeous ass to him.
“How many, Sir?” Her voice was calm, but there was a throaty,
aroused quality he couldn’t mistake.
He coughed. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t find air to breathe
in. Her hands were pressed against the wall, her ass thrust out and
prepared for the slap of his hand. She was a little awkward, but her
presentation was close to perfect. Everything about her called to him, and he wasn’t sure he could refuse the invitation.
Those twin globes were beautifully round and juicy. There were
two perfect dimples above her ass, calling to him to kiss the skin
there. The line dividing her cheeks was a sweet arrow leading to her
pussy. Of their own volition, his hands moved out to caress her ass.
Her skin was soft and hot against his fingers.
“Ten,” he heard himself say. Ten smacks. Two for letting James
Glen touch her. Two for smiling at Logan. Six for leaving him. Even
as he thought it, he knew he wasn’t being fair. Nothing about this was fair. His brain felt fried. The only thing he could see was her soft,
white flesh. She was ready for him. She was submitting to him.
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“Yes, Sir. I’ll count.” Her voice was breathy and deep. Her jeans
were around her knees. They were skinny jeans, tight when she wore
them, and they formed a near perfect binding now. She couldn’t move
freely. Her legs were tied together as surely as if he’d wound a rope
around them. If he shoved his cock in, it would be tight, so tight. He would have to fight his way in. Thrusting would be hard. He would
have to force his dick in and then grind in a slow circle until she
moaned and he felt her cunt vibrate around him, sucking at him,
milking his cock. Then he could let go. He would spew his cum until
he had nothing left. He would grind into her until he was dry and she
was full, the exchange complete between them.
Fuck, he didn’t want to wear a condom with her. He hadn’t the
first time and didn’t want to now. He wanted to fill her up with
nothing in between them. His cock was obsessed with getting inside
her bareback. He couldn’t do this. This wasn’t some sub he was
training. This was Jennifer. He couldn’t send her away at the end of
the weekend. He had to see her every day.
Stef tried to take a step back, his thighs coming in sharp contact
with Zane’s desk.
“Is there something wrong, Sir?” Jennifer asked. She hadn’t
moved from her position, but her head was turned as she attempted to
look at him. “Did you change your mind? I did spend some time with
the doctor. Maybe I tried to seduce him, too.”
It was the smile on her face that did it.
He reached out and picked up the ruler on Zane’s desk. It was
flexible metal with a corked back. He tested it against his palm and
then brought it down on her ass.
Jen gasped. Her body stiffened for a moment. Stef waited for her
to get back up and tell him to go to hell.
“One,” was all she said.
His cock felt like it was trying to claw its way out of his pants.
The ruler in his hand felt good, but something was off. “This is
wrong.”
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Now she stood, a fine sheen of moisture in her eyes. “No, Stef,
don’t stop. I want it. I like it. This isn’t some lifestyle I want to live, but I love to play with you.”
Stef turned quickly, looking for what he needed. Earbuds. They
were connected to Zane’s laptop, but Stef easily removed them. She
wasn’t where he’d left her. “Did I tell you to move? That’s two more.
Now, give me your hands.”
She turned, hopping a little because her jeans were caught at her
knees. “Sure, let me get out of these.”
“Two more for questioning me, love,” Stef said with great
pleasure. Ten had been far too easy, but Jennifer seemed determined
to give him more. She didn’t seem to fear him at all.
Her mouth opened, then closed, and she held her wrists out to him
without another protest. He wound the earbuds’ plastic wire around
her wrists, palms together. He worked quickly, winding it in a pattern that would restrict her movement, but not cut off circulation. Now that he was tying her up, a sense of calm, almost fatalistic acceptance had come over him. He should walk out the door, but he couldn’t. He
needed her. He’d never needed another woman the way he needed
her. She’d haunted his dreams since the day he met her.
She was an addiction, and he’d decided, just for the night, to fall
off the wagon.
“I like the way those jeans keep your legs together. They make a
good binding.” He picked her up and moved her to the desk. “Lean
over, put your hands out, chest against the desk, ass in the air. I owe you some discipline, love.”
Discipline. Even saying the word made his cock jump. Saying the
word while he contemplated Jennifer’s gorgeous ass had his breath
ragged. He had to remember to stay in control.
She did as he asked, sliding seductively against the desk. Her eyes
were hot as she craned her neck to look up at him. “Is that all you owe me, Sir?”
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He brought the ruler down on her perfect ass. A pretty line of pink
formed, and her flesh quivered. He owed her so much more than a
little spanking. “What else do you want, Jennifer? What else should I
give a bratty little submissive who obviously doesn’t know her
place?”
A couple of hours at his feet might start to satisfy the Dom in him.
She could kneel at his feet in the studio while he worked. When he
needed to relax, he’d open his pants, and she would suck his cock.
Otherwise, she would sit there, and he could stroke her while he
worked.
A slow smile crossed her face, like a cat who had just found the
most perfect cream. “Where’s my place, Stef?”
Beside him, underneath him, with him always. But he would
never let her know that. He wanted something she couldn’t give him.
He wanted something that it wasn’t fair for him to ask of her. He was
a selfish bastard. If he had his way, she wouldn’t have a career at all, and she was far too talented for that. Tonight was all he could allow
himself. “This is your place, Jennifer. Right here. Right now. Bound
and waiting for me.”
He brought the ruler down in short arcs, spreading the spanking
all across her gorgeous ass. He counted in his head because he didn’t
want to hear the sound of his voice. He preferred the breathy,
desperate gasps and little moans that escaped her lips. She was trying so hard to hold still for him. Her chest hitched, and her ass swayed as though anticipating the next stroke. He slowed down after stroke
number five. Anticipation was part of the game
.
Her skin was pink and perfect. No welts, just a nice, hot color. By
the time he reached eight, her head was pressed to the desk and not a
single snappy remark had come out of her mouth. She simply
whimpered, and the sound went straight to his cock.
“I didn’t like that rancher’s hand on your ass, love,” he explained
as he put his own hand on her warm flesh.
“Yes, Stef,” she said, a dreamy quality to her voice.
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She was so submissive when it came to this. She would rail and
rage at him outside of sex, but she was a little kitten when he got her pants off. The combination was intoxicating. “No more ranchers. He
wouldn’t understand you anyway.”
“Yes, Stef.”
That’s what he wanted. Yes, Stef. Just yes.
His hand moved up and down, the ruler snapping back after each
tap. He rained down on her until he was perfectly satisfied that she
was on the edge. Her breathing was choppy, and she was trying to
clutch the front of Zane’s desk with her bound hands.
Stef stopped. What was he doing? He’d lost count. He wasn’t sure
how many he’d given her. Damn it. He never lost count. He was
shaking as much as she was, his breath sputtering in and out of his
chest. He’d come close to losing control. He could have hurt her. He
hadn’t even talked about her safe word. Had he hurt her?
“Are you okay?” he heard himself ask, though he was afraid of
her answer.
“No, damn it. I am not okay.” She pounded her bound hands on
the desk.
His heart felt like it would fall out. This was just one of the
reasons he’d stayed away from her. He couldn’t keep himself in check
around her.
Jen made no attempt to get up. She wiggled her ass, pressing her
legs even closer together. “Look what you did. I ache, Stef. I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me, I’ll hate you for life.”
The way she moved had her pussy on full display. He felt his
mouth fall open as he caught sight of her wet lips. She was swollen
and so wet she glistened in the low light. His hands came out. He put
his left hand on her hips, steadying her, while his right hand slid
through her juices. He was fascinated by the way his hand looked
against her soft, pink flesh. It was a gorgeous coral color, but the juice gave it a sheen he’d love to capture on a canvas. If she were his
submissive, he’d order her to spread her legs so he could paint her. He
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would look at her pussy until he could get its perfection just right.
Georgia O’Keefe would have nothing on him. Jennifer’s pussy really
was a flower opening up for him.
She sighed, her body relaxing as though she was finally getting
some much-needed relief. “Yes, that’s much better than what Mildred
did to me.”
He couldn’t help his chuckle. Her humor always brought him back
to earth. Sometimes he lost himself, but she knew how to bring him
back. It was good to know he pleased her more than some guard from
the county lockup. He let a single finger circle her clit. “I take it
Mildred wasn’t a skilled cavity searcher?”
Her hips swayed, inviting him in to play. “I’m sure she’s really
good at finding any drugs I might have shoved up my hoo ha, but all
in all, I didn’t care for the experience. She definitely wasn’t as good at spanking me.”
His hand came straight out. “She hit you?”
“I was joking, Stef,” Jennifer said. “No one hit me, except you,
and that was very erotic. I was neither sexually nor physically
assaulted while in prison, as I told the good doctor. I’m fine. I’m of sound mind, and I would really like to have an orgasm.”
He slapped his hand across her ass for teasing him. He’d been
horrified at the thought of her in a cage at the mercy of guards. It
wasn’t something to joke about. “You didn’t let Caleb look you over.
You simply walked out and didn’t even bother to leave a note telling
me where you were going.”
Maybe he hadn’t spanked her enough. If they were at the
guesthouse, he would tie her to the St. Andrew’s Cross and use a
single tail on her.
“I was hungry,” she said, biting her lip, a sure sign that she was
nervous. She would always nibble on that plump bottom lip when she
was attempting to find the right thing to say. “I’m sorry, Stef. Next
time I’ll let you know when I’m fleeing from the somewhat insane
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doctor you sic on me. Now, let’s get to the good part. Come on, I can
see that you want me.”
He was sure she could. His cock was standing at full attention. His
slacks were pressed out as far as the wool would go. Still, he had
standards to uphold. “You’re not supposed to be in control of this.”
But she was. He could see it. She’d herded him to this place. First,
she’d left and sent him running around town to find her. Then, she’d
waited in a bar, where it was inevitable she’d get hit on. This was
what she wanted. She’d turned sweet and submissive because she’d
changed tactics on how to get him to give her what she wanted. It
worked so much better than the way she’d tried to deal with him
before. She was much more dangerous this time around, and he’d
thought she was fatal before.
Her face turned up, and all of the sauciness was gone now.
“Please, Stef. Don’t think. Just for tonight. We can go right back to
circling each other warily in the morning, but I need you tonight. I
need you so much, babe.”
Her words sliced through him. She’d been through hell, and she’d
smiled all day. Stef felt his heart seize. She needed him. He needed
her. Damn it.
He got to his knees and did what he’d wanted to do for six
months. He shoved his face into her pussy and surrounded himself
with her. He buried his tongue in her cunt and let his senses fill. His mouth was full of her tangy, sweet taste. His nose breathed in the
scent of her arousal. His skin pressed to her softness. The connection he’d felt to her from the moment they met was fully open, and he
gave in.
“Oh, yes, Stef, please.”
His ears took in the sounds of her growing need. She pressed
against him. He pulled her open gently and lapped at every inch of her pussy. He ate her, not wanting to miss an inch of her delectable flesh.
He fucked her with his tongue, pressing up into her cunt over and
over. He showed her exactly how he wanted to fuck her. When he got
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his cock in, he’d show her no mercy. He stabbed at her with his
tongue and then countered with long, luscious strokes until the cream
just poured out of her, honey across his tongue.
He had to press in to get his tongue to her clit, but he managed it.
Her clit felt like it swelled against the tip of his tongue as he lapped at it. Every breath he took was filled with the smell of her arousal. A
primal need ripped at Stef’s gut. This was what he’d been missing.
This hot urgency that had little to do with lust and everything with
Those had been fun. Jennifer was more.
He began his journey from that pulsing little nub all the way back
to her ass, where he kissed her pink cheeks as he pressed a finger deep inside her cunt. He slid in easily. She was soaked with cream. It
poured from her body, a gift to him.
“God, that feels so good, Stef,” Jennifer said on a low moan. He
added a second finger and twisted up. He scissored them inside her,
seeking that spot that would make her groan. “So good.”
It would feel even better once he got inside her.
“You haven’t had anyone since me.” He didn’t make it a question.
He just knew. She hadn’t made love with anyone. And neither had he.
He couldn’t.
“No,” she replied, her hips pumping against his hand. “I don’t
want anyone but you. I never have since the day I laid eyes on you.”
Sweet words. He felt the same, but he’d lived far more than she
had. He had almost a decade on her to figure out that he wasn’t cut
out for one woman.
That voice was back. If he wasn’t cut out for one woman, then
why had he stopped seeing Lana? Why hadn’t he taken a lover in the
whole six months she was gone? He hadn’t even taken on a single
training session, not even one that didn’t end in sex. Since he’d
started having sex he’d never gone six months without it, until he’d
become involved with her.
And he couldn’t go another single night.
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He fished through his pocket and found the condom he kept in his
wallet. Despite what had happened all those months ago, he needed to
protect her. The pill didn’t always work. They had been lucky the first time. He wouldn’t tie her down like that. The vision of his kids with
Jennifer playing with Max and Rye’s and Callie’s assaulted him with
a sweetness he couldn’t have imagined.
He pushed it ruthlessly aside. A child would be a cage for her. Her
future was far bigger than being a wife and a mother.
He opened the condom. He hoped it wasn’t expired, because he
wasn’t going out to the bar to see if Logan had one on him. He pushed
his slacks down, freeing his rampaging cock. He was throbbing,
desperate. There was already pre-cum seeping from the head, and he