One to Keep

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
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  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
r />   need, it was what was missing from his previous sexual encounters.

  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