My palm slid over her upturned cheeks, savoring the silky softness of her bare moons. I didn’t relish having to punish her, and I didn’t want to make her cry, but I knew we both needed this.
Having given her a chance to contemplate her position for several seconds, I raised my hand. This was it. No going back. Once I brought my hand down the first time, I would find out whether she was simply going to freak out, the same as before, or whether things were going to turn out differently, this time.
I swatted the sit-spot where her cheeks met, and paid close attention to her reaction. She made no sound or movement. I repeated the motion, and the only noise was the crack as my hand connected with her ass.
“Don’t hide your reactions,” I told her. “I need to know how you feel.”
Silence, for a moment, then her reply was almost a whisper.
“Yes, sir.”
The third swat came down in the same place, which was now beginning to pinken, and she began to moan then stopped herself.
“That’s it. Let your body respond the way it wants to, Dylan,” I coaxed her. She was submitting to me, finally, after so much resistance. Suddenly all I wanted was to forget her punishment, part those cheeks and fill her with my cock, to reward her for putting her fears and issues aside and trusting me with her most intimate desires.
And I would, after I’d finished reddening her butt.
I raised my hand to spank her again.
Chapter 10
Dylan
The moment I gave in and stopped trying to stay quiet, I felt something change in the air between us.
When I’d first gone over his knee, I sensed uncertainty from Jake. He was watching my reactions and waiting for any sign I was going to give a repeat performance of last time I’d been face down, ass up like this.
As I held myself in check, neither fighting him nor showing him how his swats made me feel, I sensed the tension grow between us. I was scared to admit that it was turning me on to be over his knee and made to take my punishment, but somehow it started to come out anyway. Once it was out in the open, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing, after all, to like being spanked, especially when he praised me for sharing such an intimate part of myself with him.
His hand came down harder, after the initial uncertainties had faded away, and I wasn’t moaning for much longer because his hand was hurting.
“Gah—uhh—owww—eep!” I yipped between swats.
His hand was strong and firm, and he covered both my cheeks with a rapid burst of painful swats that soon had me gasping for air. The initial impact seared across my skin and as he kept going, the burn ate deep into my haunches.
A deep bubble of emotion welled up from inside me and when it got too hard to keep it inside me, I wailed into the air with conviction. Tears tumbled over my lash lines and down my cheeks. It wasn’t the pain—I’m not sure I’d ever cried like that from physical hurt—but the deep fissure of emotion that this spanking had opened up, which plumbed through my heart and rocked my soul.
It was a lament, for everything we could have had together. Keening loss, for all the time I’d spent alone. Regret, because my own stupid behavior had destroyed the most beautiful and perfect thing in my life. The torrent seemed endless as he kept swatting my ass and I cried loudly, no longer conscious of my shame.
He stopped. I kept crying until the pain in my spirit subsided and gave way to a quietly-humming emptiness, which belied a satisfaction I hadn’t experienced since we had parted ways.
We belonged together. I didn’t need a spanking to prove that to me, but now it was seared into my ass just the same way it was etched into my heart.
He pulled me upright and repositioned me so I was sitting on his knee like a child. The moment my sore ass made contact with his rough jeans, a fresh burn chafed through my flesh and I inhaled sharply.
“Made an impression, huh?”
Jake’s casual tone made me laugh through my sniffles. I nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“How do you feel?”
“Better. Like... like we just spring-cleaned my conscience.”
We both chuckled a little.
“Broke through the cobwebs a little?” He held me in his strong arms, and I inhaled his scent. This was real. I’d gone through with the spanking. It was two years later than I’d planned, but still.
“Better late than never, right?” I quipped.
He gazed into my eyes and the humor turned into something else. The moment grew intense as his gaze smoldered deep into me. My lips parted. Breathing got shallower. Mouth watered because he was leaning in, slowly, ever so slowly. I knew what was coming and I craved it.
His lips pressed hard against mine and he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a deep, possessive kiss that made me melt into taffy in his hands.
He devoured me with his mouth, a sense of urgency permeating his movements that reminded me of just how much lost time we needed to make up for.
I didn’t fight. Never pulled away. Let him take from me whatever he needed.
My body ached for him to consummate our reunion. I ground my hard nipples against his chest, while one of my hands reached down to feel his hard cock. I’d barely brushed against it through his pants when his free hand gripped my wrist and pulled my arm away from him.
He broke apart, giving me a cocky look of mild admonishment.
“No. I’m in control, tonight. You don’t get my cock until I say so.”
His stern and simultaneously teasing words made a thrill of heat rush to my pussy. He must want this as much as I did, but he was still planning on taking things at his own pace.
“How do you feel about being tied down?” he asked, and I recognized the trust in that question. He was trusting me not to freak out and do anything stupid, this time. The question was, could I live up to that trust?
A wave of not feeling good enough for him washed through me. I hesitated before answering.
“I don’t want to fuck everything up again,” I mumbled.
“Then don’t,” he replied. “I’m trusting you not to panic, this time. But can you trust yourself?”
I realized he’d found the heart of my uncertainty about the rope. I was scared that I wouldn’t respond correctly under pressure. Afraid I might do the same as before. Fighting and running away was so easy. It was much harder to stay and accept that I needed his dominance.
“Yes. Probably. I don’t know.”
“No rope, tonight.” He kissed me on the forehead, much more chastely than his last kiss, and I worried for a second that he might be calling it quits on sex, until he added, “Stand up.”
Confused, I did as I was told.
“Keep your hands by your sides.”
He stood inches away, an expression on his face that made it clear he was about to do something that would make me want to reach out, but I tried to focus on doing as he’d told me.
Sure enough, his fingers went to the top button of his jeans and he began unfastening it. Almost immediately, his hard, toned lower abs began to emerge from the vee-shape where the jeans opened incrementally. By the time he popped the last button, I was mesmerized.
“You’re commando,” I breathed when I finally realized why I could see a lot more of him than I should.
He merely grinned and let his jeans fall away to the floor, stepping out of them. He pulled off his socks and discarded those, too. Completely naked, he made a breathtaking picture. Spending his days working in the stables had toned his physique and built muscles most men paid an expensive gym membership to get—if they even tried. He made no movement for a moment, and I twitched as my hand moved of its own accord and tried to touch him. I stopped it, quickly.
“Good girl. Let’s see if you can follow other instructions. Lay down on the bed for me. Face up, I want to see your pretty eyes when I make them roll back into your head.”
I’d forgotten what a way he had with words, and now my pussy spasmed. I scrambled to obey him, a
nd soon rested my head on his pillow, wondering what he was planning.
He didn’t leave me waiting for long. Pushing my legs apart with his big, strong hands, he got onto the bed and knelt over me. His eyes raked down my body appreciatively, and I watched him fist his thick cock.
“No coming without my permission.” His voice was little more than a growl, now, and the tension in the air had changed. He was in control of everything, even though I wasn’t tied up. All I could do was obey him.
He backed up a little and lowered his head to my pussy. My eyes widened in surprise.
“We never did this before,” I pointed out.
“You questioning how I spend my time?”
I shook my head. “No, sir!”
“Good girl.” He pressed his tongue against my inner labia and I squeaked as heat erupted through my core.
His tongue massaged my flesh in firm, circular movements that made my hips buck while liquid began to trickle from my pussy. I moaned as he worked maddeningly close to my clit without ever directly touching it. He slid two fingers into my hungry opening and I cried out, my hands balling into fists. The fullness combined with the tongue teasing and I writhed.
He began to finger -fuck me at the same moment his tongue finally went straight for my clit and I almost came on the spot. Frenzied heat burst in my core. His fingers found the exact spot that caused pops of energy every time he thrust into me. His tongue lapped against my clit, making tingles sputter and spark through my pussy.
I was so close to coming, already, that I almost fell over the edge without realizing. Just in time, I remembered what he’d told me to do.
“I’m about to come!” I told him.
He paused his attentions and raised his head.
“Is that a question?”
“No, sir.”
“Then try again.”
How could I put together a sentence to get his permission? My mind was too near oblivion to think this through very clearly.
“Uh... please may I come?”
He sighed, his hot breath streaming against my sensitive clit, which made my hips twitch.
“Please what?”
Oh. Yeah. Oops.
“Please may I come, sir?”
“Better. I’ll think about it.” He returned his mouth to my pussy and I almost screamed in frustration. The sensations were building into something so strong, there was no way I could keep it in.
“Please, I need to cooome,” I tried again.
He lifted his head and I thought he was going to let me, but instead, he swatted my pussy, hard, with his free hand. I shrieked as the sudden, unexpected pain flashed through me, followed almost immediately by a searing heat that nearly sent me over the edge by itself.
“Not without my say-so.”
Damn unyielding cowboy!
He tweaked one of my nipples, sending desire straight to my clit, while his other hand continued fucking me, massaging my g-spot and making me insane with my need to climax.
It seemed the harder I tried to push down the energy waiting to explode, the more it pushed back, growing stronger by the second.
“Okay, Dylan, I’m gonna count down from three. When I get to one, you can come.”
Three? That didn’t sound so bad.
“Three.” His fingers sped up, tormenting my pussy as he worked the bundle of nerves deep inside me, filling my body with sizzling sparks.
“Two.” His other hand swirled over my clit and I didn’t think I could take much more of this. Couldn’t control myself. He was making it impossible to hold back...
“One.”
His fingers pinched my clit and I squeaked.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
I came apart. My world narrowed to one tiny point as the pent-up pressure dragged me into an Earth-shattering climax like nothing I’d ever felt before. His fingers fucked me hard as I arched and shook. I couldn’t keep quiet, and the moans coming out of my mouth were straight from the heart.
When it was over, I fell back onto the bed, gasping for air. He slid his fingers out of me and licked them clean. I smiled, but didn’t have the energy to make a sassy comment. Anyway, my heart was too full. Beneath everything, a connection between us had been rekindled.
If I thought we were done, however, he had different ideas.
“My turn,” he murmured. Looking over, I saw him fisting his cock again. Only, this time, he had something in his hand.
“Are those... my panties?” I couldn’t believe it. He’d wrapped the white lace around his cock and was rubbing against it every time he pumped his fist.
More unbelievably, it was the hottest sight I’d ever seen in my life.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give them back.” His cheeky grin and the twinkle in his eye implied he wouldn’t.
I was so distracted, I barely noticed his other hand reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom. He opened it with his teeth, discarding my panties somewhere on the bed before he slid the rubber over his hard shaft.
“Hope you’re ready,” he remarked, positioning himself over me. He lined his cock up with my entrance, and I felt a thrill of desire as I thought about what he was going to do.
My body was limp and languid, but my pussy was well-prepared for him. I licked my lips and nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
He towered over me, his enormous biceps flexing as he held his weight off me.
“Good, because I’m about to brand you with my cum.” His words made me forget there was a condom in the way.
He thrust into me hard, sheathing himself fully in a single movement, and I gasped. The fullness was breathtaking. I remembered him being a tight fit but experiencing it again first-hand was enough to make a powerful aftershock from the last orgasm tremble through my body.
He slid out again and I took the moment to breathe. The tip of his cock teased me as he held it at my opening, making me wait for it.
“Fuck me!” I demanded. One of his brows went up in the air and he shook his head.
“That’s not how you ask for things, missy. Try again.”
Oh, boy, he wasn’t giving an inch, today.
“Please, fuck me, sir,” I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I asked.
“All right.” He pressed back into me again and began to move at a rapid pace. My core was set alight with sensation as the friction made tingles tear through me.
He leaned down and kissed me. The intimacy was too much. I couldn’t take it. I was going to...
“Come for me; come on my cock,” he urged.
I did. The powerful waves of light and warmth were attuned to the pace he was fucking me. He growled, once, twice, thrusting into me even harder than before, and as I cried out, pulsing around him and clamping down on his hard cock, he came with a roar. His essence jetted into me with such force I almost asked if the condom broke.
But I didn’t care.
I was too busy coming, being one with him, feeling him buried so deep inside me, knowing I was his again.
The room came back into focus. My chest heaved as I drew air. He rolled us both sideways and we stayed locked together for several minutes, completely stunned by what we just did.
“I want to be yours, again, sir,” I confessed, feeling tears prickle at the back of my eyes when I said it. I was afraid he’d tell me we just wouldn’t work long- term.
“You always were,” he replied softly.
“You mean it?” I hardly dared hope, even after the last couple of days, that he was seriously willing to give me a second chance.
“I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
I giggled. “You’re such a cowboy.”
“Horse guy.”
Chapter 11
Dylan
I opened my eyes. The room hadn’t changed since yesterday, but I felt like I was in a different universe.
When I had finished sleeping yesterday, although I’d been reassured by Jake’s presence and felt comforted by the familiar surrou
ndings, my mind had been full of fears and misgivings that had made me hold back. Yesterday, I didn’t know if he wanted me or not. I had messed everything up so badly, I didn’t even dare to hope he might still have any feelings. In fact, I had felt like I had no right to ask anything of him.
Today, it was as if the world I thought I was in had been carefully disassembled, atom by atom, and put back together again. It looked exactly the same, but its background hum was now one of hope and redemption, not loss and fear.
We were back together again.
I didn’t care about the long-term implications. I didn’t want to contemplate where this was going. All I knew was we were together today and that was the only important thing.
Somewhere out there, someone wanted to hurt me. I knew I should be looking over my shoulder and checking under the doormat in case the horse thief was hiding, waiting for me. But I couldn’t bring myself to worry about it, today. All my mind would contemplate was Jake.
I gazed over at him, reminding myself yet again of his familiar, devastating features. His blond hair, tousled in the night. The straight nose. Long, light lashes that framed sparkling sapphire eyes when he was awake. His lips, full and kissable, pressed together as he soundly slept, unaware of the way he made my heart feel even when he wasn’t conscious.
His chest, toned, lifting and releasing with every breath, reminding me that, in spite of his incredibly strong physique, he was a man. It didn’t make sense that someone so awe-inspiring relied on something as fickle as oxygen, but there it was.
Lower still, his abs. Deep indentations neatly separated each of them so clearly. They got narrower as they pointed down to his cock, buried under the covers. I reached out and was about to lift the sheets and drink in the sight, but his hand arrested me.
“Like what you see?” he drawled.
I startled and felt my face flush.
“No fair,” I grumbled.
“If you’re going to play with me before breakfast, it’s only right that I ensure you get your protein,” he quipped. I groaned at the terrible joke but my mouth watered at the idea of wrapping my lips around his thick cock and giving him an early morning blowjob.
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