She was pissed that her options had been stripped from her over and over by her father’s decisions. She still had to fight not to blame Sam for his part in her father’s decision, despite knowing none of it was actually his fault, so why did she want to give up even more control to him now?
Maybe because this time it would be her choice.
“If you think I deserve to be punished for going behind your back then I think you should do it, and I don’t want a chance to call it off just because it hurts. That’s not…I mean punishment is supposed to hurt.” The words rushed out in a stammer and they didn’t fully explain what she meant, but she hoped it was enough for him to understand.
“Yeah. So, the thing is Charlie, I think this is a real bad idea.” He held up one hand to cut her off. “Hear me out. You’re a mess right now, emotionally, I mean. You’re just all over the place and I can barely keep up. Hell, girl, you won’t even let me in your house.”
She couldn’t deny any of that, but her bottom lip began to tremble as she waited for him to turn her down again. The back of her eyes stung, and she looked down at her lap so he wouldn’t notice the sheen of tears she was fighting back.
“I feel like a dirty little secret half the time. You sneak over at night, leave before the men arrive in the morning, and during the day you barely notice I exist unless you have to. Now you want to throw this at me? I just don’t know.”
He sighed heavily and when she snuck a glance at him, he was rubbing his forehead. “I can’t help but think that this is another nighttime Charlie decision that you’ll regret in the morning and take out on me.”
She sat straight and looked him in the eye. “It’s not, Sam. It’s really not; I swear.” She hoped she sounded sincere, because she was this time.
“This morning you told me I didn’t have the right to discipline you, and now you’re giving me the power to make the decision, and also trusting me to do it without giving you a safeword?” Everything in his tone announced his skepticism.
“Yes.”
“Then what changed?” he demanded.
“I…I spent the whole day thinking about it.” She could feel the heat rising in her face. “I admit it turned me on. I couldn’t get out of my head. I kept thinking about what it would be like and I…I want it.” Her face had to be crimson by the time she finished and she couldn’t convince him she meant it if she kept her face out of sight, so she had no choice but to let him see how embarrassed she was.
“Huh.”
Just that, not even a word really; more of a grunt, but she thought he sounded interested. She was getting up the courage to ask what he thought when he put together a longer answer.
“So, thinking about my blistering your ass for being a brat made you all hot and bothered, and that brought you over here to make up with me? Well,damn.” He stretched the last word giving it a second syllable, and she looked up to catch a look of excitement on his face. There was amusement there, too, in the way his mouth tilted up at one side, and he was watching her with an interest that bordered on possessive.
It sent a shiver rolling down her back and she had to stop herself from squirming in her chair. She was going to reply as soon as she figured out what to say, but then he was pushing back his old wheeled chair and getting to his feet. She straightened nervously, watching and wondering what he was going to do with all the power she’d just given him, but he simply began packing up the remains of dinner and piling it all back in the basket.
The thoughtful expression on his face made her think he was considering her suggestion though, so she remained silent.
When everything was neatly stowed away, he walked around to her side of the desk and pulled her to her feet. Her stomach lurched and she wondered if he was about to do it. Panic shot through her and she was overwhelmed with second thoughts, but underneath it all was that breathless desire.
“I’m seriously tempted to give you what you’re asking for, but I’m going to need some time to think about that, because I’m pretty sure you have a fantasy idea of what punishment is going to be like with me.” He sighed and spun her around and into his arms so abruptly that she stumbled and fell against his chest.
Her eyes locked with his and a small startled sound escaped her. It was something of a cross between a moan and a gasp, but it caught his attention and he groaned in pure frustration. All his intentions went out the window when she made that sound.
“Do you know what you do to me, darlin’? Damn it. I guess you’re going to get that visit to my house after all.” He grumbled but she could tell he wasn’t really upset about it.
The picnic basket was left forgotten on his desk while he escorted her back to his place. It was just a short walk in the dark, but it gave her plenty of time to think about having his hands all over her body and by the time they got there she was almost ready to come without even being touched.
The second she was through the door she headed for his bedroom, and before she even got there, she was dragging her t-shirt over her head and tossing it aside. The bra followed and she reached for the button fly of her jeans while giving him a come-hither look.
“Here, let me help,” he said, grabbing her at the waist and pulling her around so he ended up sitting on the bed with her between his knees. He dragged the zipper down slowly and then skimmed the jeans down over her hips, touching her entirely more than was necessary.
He refused to let her help, lightly slapping her hands out of the way when she tried. “Kick your shoes off,” he said, and she obeyed and then held onto his shoulders as he stripped the jeans off her legs. The pretty new panties were the next to go and it was embarrassing how the wet cloth clung to her as he pulled them off.
He laughed and made a tisking sound. “Looks like this bad girl soaked her panties thinking about getting a good hard spanking, huh?”
“Sammmmm.” She couldn’t help the way his name came out in a whine as both hands went up to cover her face before he could see the bright red blooming in her cheeks. But something about the humiliation was actually adding to her excitement. Being treated like a naughty little girl felt right; it filled some need she hadn’t even known she had.
“Don’t ‘Sammmm’ me, little girl,” he said, mimicking her tone. “I can see how wet you are. You do know you’re not supposed to get turned on at the idea of being punished, don’t you?” His hand slipped between her thighs, parting her folds to find her clit and tease it.
She started to tell him off but all she could think about was how good it felt to have him touching her. Her hips twisted, writhing as he stroked and flicked the hard nub. Her head tipped back, and a long shuddering moan slipped out. There weren’t any words to describe how good it felt after a whole day of being on edge.
His knees widened to give her more room and then he was pushing her legs further apart too. She kept her eyes closed but her hands dropped back to his shoulders, clinging to him for balance as she let the waves of sensual pleasure build. She coasted, lost in the sensations as she got closer to climax.
