“Are you safewording?”
That was the last thing she wanted. “No, no I’m not.”
“Then tell me what you said. Now!” He snapped the order and she jumped.
“I s…said ‘That fucking hurts, you jerk.’ But I didn’t mean it!” It wasn’t the first time her sassy mouth had gotten her in trouble with him. When he took charge, he took charge all the way, and she liked it when he went cold and stern on her. Swearing at him or calling him names while he was in role did it every time, but this time it was actually true that she hadn’t meant it.
She was finding that the two-year spanking drought had really lowered her pain threshold, or else he was right about the position making it more painful. Either way, she had just blurted the words out without thinking when he’d slapped an especially tender spot.
He shook his head. “Warned you about that mouth of yours, darlin’. You really want to keep it under control, especially considering there are more painful places I could be spanking right now.” He tilted the paddle and using just the last inch or so, he began to pepper the inside of her thighs with sharp little smacks that had her jumping and whimpering, especially when he got closer to her pussy lips.
“Not there! Please, please, not there! Sammm… I’ll be good!” She struggled with all her might to close her legs and hide the vulnerable flesh from the attack, but it was impossible and all she could do was watch and whine as the paddle came down.
The worst part was that on some level everything about it was turning her on. The way he dominated her and wouldn’t let her get away with anything made her so hot, and she could feel the tickle of arousal running down between her cheeks. There was going to be a wet spot underneath her when she moved.
He set the paddle down and his hand searched between her thighs, playing with her until her whines turned into moans and she was pressing up into his hand desperately. “You keep enjoying yourself this much and I might have to do something about that,” he commented and then without warning he shoved two fingers inside of her.
She was so ready for his touch that they slid in easily with a squelching sound. It was embarrassingly loud to her ears, but the way it felt when he began to thrust them in and out captured her attention before she could get flustered over it. Folded like this, she had an up close and personal look at what he was doing, and it felt obscene to view it from such an angle, but still somehow, she loved it.
It was like every one of her senses was forced to focus on the way he played with her body. She couldn’t drift in a haze of pleasure because it was all happening right in front of her face. His eyes locked on hers and he watched every nuance of reaction while he fingered her.
When the rising tide of pleasure finally crested and spilled throughout her body she stiffened, and her muscles strained against the ropes that tied her in place as she cried out. He pulled his hand away before the last pulses of orgasm had finished, and she felt a shock at the sudden loss, but it was only so that he could give her something even better.
In seconds he stripped off his pajama bottoms and the hard bulge that had been pressing against the front, ignored, sprang free. He was already slipping a condom on as he crawled onto the bed, and then he grabbed her by the hips and shoved into her still pulsing sex with one long smooth thrust that filled her. She cried out loudly, as it sent her headlong into another orgasm.
He wasn’t a small man, and the way he slammed home would have hurt if she hadn’t been so well prepared. She almost regretted that. She loved it when the sex was rough enough to bring that edge of pain, but she quickly realized it wasn’t necessary because she was going to have more than enough ache to go around. The way she was held, his body was slapping forcefully against every bit of red, spanked skin.
With every thrust she was reminded of the burn the paddle had left behind. It was like being spanked all over again. Spanked and pleasured at the same time, she moaned loudly and rolled her hips.
“Don’t come again, not until I tell you, little girl,” he said. Another snapping thrust followed the order almost as if he was trying to make her disobey on the spot.
Her body was so primed and ready for another orgasm that it was a real struggle to hold it off. “I can’t…I won’t be able to stop it,” she protested.
“Too bad. You’re lucky I let you come already. If you come again, you’ll get a dozen with my belt when I’m finished. You won’t like that.”
She whined, a low flutter of nervousness rolled in her belly as she thought about how much that would hurt on her overly sensitive ass and thighs. Clenching her teeth and closing her eyes, she refused to watch what he was doing to her. Desperate to direct her thoughts elsewhere, she began to silently recite the pedigree of her favorite mare, hoping that would be dull enough to pull her back from the edge.
It worked, but only for a short time. She was too primed and too ready. The only thing that saved her from his big old leather belt was the fact that he’d worked himself up just as much. He wasn’t able to hold out nearly as long as he would have preferred and just before she was about to lose the race, he reached his own limit.
“Come, Charlie. Right now!” The order was barely out before he stiffened, fingers digging hard into her thigh as he tried to steady himself. His hips began to snap erratically as he struggled to keep going and on the third thrust, he hit just the right spot and she spasmed around him.
The feel of her contracting tight around his shaft was too much. His head fell forward as his body stilled. He heaved as he panted for breath, and they stayed like that for a couple of minutes because neither had any energy left. When he could finally move, he turned his head to drop a gentle kiss on her inner thigh and then he let out a hoarse barking laugh as he sat back and pulled out of her body.
“Damn, I’ve missed that, girl.”
“I don’t think we’ve ever donethisbefore,” she retorted, sounding out of breath herself. Part of that was probably the position which was starting to get uncomfortable quickly now that the fun part was over. She wiggled, tugging against the cords pointedly.
“Well, maybe not this exactly…but you know what I mean, Miss Sassy. I missed being with you.” As he spoke, he was already unfastening the ropes from the hook on the headboard, and slowly unwinding the bindings. He rubbed the skin at her wrists and ankles briskly, one at a time to make sure the blood was flowing properly.
The silk rope had left some pretty indentations that would last for a while but there was no bruising from them. She lie there, watching as he checked her over carefully and then settled her under the covers. He’d always been a good caretaker and it brought a soft smile to her face along with a flood of happy memories.
“Want something to drink? Maybe a snack?”
She was still a little bit dazed and it took her a second to realize what he’d asked. “No, just get under the covers with me. I’m cold and I want to snuggle.” She lifted up the edge of the blanket in invitation and was rewarded with a broad grin.
“Just give me a second and I’ll be right there,” he said. He ducked into the bathroom to wash up. She knew she should probably do the same, but she felt too relaxed to go through all the trouble, and there was already a wet spot on the sheet underneath her anyway.
It was so nice to sleep in his arms. She’d forgotten what that was like, and his warm body holding her close wiped away the lingering dread the storm had brought on. The sadness, well, nothing could touch that yet, but for a little while it had receded. She fell asleep knowing he’d take care of her. He’d always tried to take care of her, and she’d forgotten what it felt like to let him do it.
