by Tara Sue Me
tell me, am I right?”
She couldn’t very well deny that he had acted as her Dom last night, especially with what he probably saw in her eyes, and the way she reacted to his touch, as well as his command.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Luke said. “After the shower, we go by the Wests’ house to get your car. Then we’re going to my house, because it’s closer than yours. We won’t have a photography session, but I will deal with your disobedience then. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He dropped his hands from her chin. “Now, let’s get this party started.”
Meagan couldn’t relax for the entire duration of the shower. Fortunately, she believed only Luke was aware of that. Every so often she would happen to glance behind her and she would see him staring at her. Each time their eyes met, he would smile slightly as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
He probably did.
* * *
Luke kept his eye on Meagan the entire baby shower. It was funny—when Jeff first asked him to attend, he almost turned him down. After some quick thinking, and the realization that Meagan would be there, he had accepted.
And now, he was glad he did. It was so much fun to tease and torment Meagan. When he gave her his command the night before, he knew there was a good chance she would disobey. And he knew as soon as she walked through the door and saw him that she had. Crazy how easy it was to read her.
Of course, that didn’t mean he was going easy on her. She had disobeyed, after all. And since she was a sub, she was well aware of the consequences such an act carried. So aware, in fact, that it didn’t appear she thought of anything else during the entire shower.
He wondered if she would try to prolong her departure from the shower. Or did the thought of his discipline turn her on? He knew Jeff had a playroom, and he was very tempted to take her into it. But what he had in mind required a bit more privacy.
When Dena had opened all the presents, all the food had been eaten, and the first few people left, Meagan looked his way. He nodded. It was time to go.
Meagan hastily said her good-byes, hugging all of the women, and whispering something he couldn’t hear to Abby. He thought about asking her if she was ready, but she moved so expeditiously, he didn’t have to.
Meagan had accepted pleasure from his hands. Now he would see how well she handled correction.
Two hours after the end of the shower, they pulled into the driveway of his house. Though she’d seemed eager to leave the party, he could sense a tiny bit of trepidation when she got out of her car.
Instead of moving into the house, he stood in the driveway, arms crossed, watching her. She looked even more uncomfortable. Good. She needed to know that his commands were to be obeyed.
“Does it feel like I’m your Dom now?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I want you in the bedroom, naked, kneeling in the middle of the room. You will wait for me. Any questions?”
She shook her head.
“Words, Meagan.”
“No, Sir. I have no questions.”
He nodded his head in acknowledgment and unlocked the front door, holding it open for her to pass. He didn’t tell her how long it would be before he entered the bedroom. He didn’t want her to know. He wanted her to anticipate it. Think about it. He wanted her body and soul to hum in anticipation of what he was going to do.
She made her way down the hall and disappeared into his bedroom. Leaving her with her thoughts for now, he went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. While he drank it, he checked his voice messages and his e-mail. He decided to leave his clothes on for now. Glancing at the clock, he saw that about twenty minutes had passed. Plenty of time for Meagan’s mind to be in a tailspin.
He entered his bedroom quietly, and was pleased to find her waiting the way he had asked. Though she was not facing him, she knew the minute he walked in the door. Her body tensed slightly and her breathing hitched, just a bit.
“Why are you here this afternoon, Meagan?”
“I disobeyed you last night, Sir.”
“How?”
Yes, he thought, answering the question in her head. I’m going to make you say it.
Her hands fisted. This wasn’t a position she was used to, nor was it one she liked. Neither of which mattered to him at the moment. Today was a lesson. One she would not forget. He would see to it.
But she still didn’t answer. “Tell me, Meagan. Now. Your delay will only make things worse.”
“I disobeyed you, Sir. You told me not to come and I did.”
“I wonder,” he said, “what you would do in this situation, to one of your subs. How would you handle it?”
“So far, Sir, the exact way you are.”
“I don’t issue commands lightly. And I don’t think I give too many of them. However, I do expect that when I give one, it is obeyed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you should have done last night.” This was something he normally did before he disciplined a sub. To reiterate the wrongdoing as well as the expected behavior.
“After we said our good-byes”—she spoke softer than normal, perhaps a little worried now that she was in his bedroom—“I should have gone straight to bed and not touched myself. And I most definitely should not have made myself come.”
“I don’t enjoy this part of play,” Luke said, which was the truth. There were those Doms who did, but he was not one of them. However, it was necessary on occasion. “I would much rather you be here for pleasure. And I’m sure you feel the same.”
He didn’t pose it as a question and she didn’t answer. He waited a few more minutes, letting the silence and the gravity of the situation sink further into her consciousness. And to allow them both time to get into the needed headspace.
“I want you to stand and bend over the bed.”
She moved quickly and got into position. He half expected some smart-ass comment and the fact there was none spoke volumes. Good. She was taking this seriously.
When she was in position, he came up behind her. He lightly stroked her bottom and was surprised that she didn’t flinch. “We’ll start with my hand and go from there. No need to count.”
Her faint nod was all he got in acknowledgment. Frankly, it was all he expected, since he hadn’t asked her a question.
She was tense; it was obvious in the way she held herself, the way she didn’t move under his touch. “This will be easier if you relax,” he said. Which she knew, of course, being a switch and having played both roles.
She took a deep breath and her muscles relaxed slightly. Without waiting for her to do more, he started to spank her. Lightly at first, just warming up her skin. It would almost be pleasurable, if she didn’t know what was coming next. But of course she did, and her body anticipated it.
He slipped his hand between her legs, feeling the wetness there. So she wasn’t completely scared; her body betrayed her. There was a part of her that liked this.
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered. He gave her butt a pinch. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“I think that much is obvious, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Still a bit cheeky, I see.”
“Sorry, Sir. I can’t help it. It just comes out.”
“Yes. And that’s one of the reasons I like playing with you so much.” It was true—he liked her feisty nature, her sass and spunk. He didn’t want that to change, didn’t want to change her.
He didn’t say anything else, but started again with her spanking. This time going a bit harder, alternating his strokes, so they didn’t land in the same spot. Gradually, her pale skin grew pink and then redder as he continued. He could tell when the strokes began to hurt, because she started flinching slightly.
“What did you do last night?” he asked.
“I disobeyed you about coming.” Her voice was tight, as if
she spoke through her teeth.
“And what happens when you disobey?” He punctuated his question with another slap.
“I wind up bent over your bed and not in a good way.” She paused just a moment. “Sir.”
“Oh yes.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “I do like your spunk.”
He picked up the paddle he’d laid out earlier. She hadn’t seen it, so it would be unexpected. He struck her ass with it once and she grunted. Twice and she winced. He added more, stopping when he felt she’d had enough. She was breathing heavily when he put the paddle down, but remained perfectly still. That was, until he ran a hand between her legs.
“My, my, my,” he said. “Will you look at this? Someone is very turned on by the spanking I gave her. Too bad disobedient subs don’t get to come.”
She whined.
“None of that,” he chided. “You came last night. This was a naughty pussy, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm.” He acted as if he was in deep thought. “I think that means your pussy needs to be punished.”
“Oh no,” she said.
“Oh yes. Widen your stance.”
She moved her feet a few inches apart.
“Wider.” He kicked them, so she was fully exposed to him, and ran a finger along her wet entrance. “Mmm, look at this naughty pussy, just begging to be punished.”
He gave it a slap and she moaned in pleasure. Fuck, what it did to him to see her like this, so sexy in her submission, so eager for his touch. He stroked her again. “So wet at the thought of what I’m going to do. Makes me hard as hell. When I finish whipping this naughty pussy, I’m going to push you to your knees, fist my hands in your gorgeous blond hair, and thrust my cock into that hot mouth. Then you’re going to suck my dick until I come down your throat.”
When he ran his fingers between her legs again, she was even wetter, and he grinned as he slapped her there. At her moan, he picked up a mini flogger and brushed it lightly against her thighs.
“Oh, what, wait,” she started, but he didn’t stop. Instead he lifted his arm and brought the flogger down on her sensitive flesh. She yelped.
He didn’t hesitate, but flicked it down, over and over, until her body trembled with the effort to stay still. Finished, he put the flogger down, took her by the shoulders, and turned her around. Her eyes blazed with desire and the fierceness was almost enough to have him change his mind and let her release, but he forced himself to push down on her shoulders.
“Now you’re going to take me.” With quick fingers he undid his pants and shoved them down. Just as quickly, he grabbed her hair and pushed himself into her waiting mouth. He gasped at how deep she took him.
“Yes, fuck, Meagan.” He thrust again and closed his eyes as her warmth surrounded him. Damn, but he wasn’t going to last long. She felt too good. His hands tightened in her hair, which made her suck him harder. He groaned and held her head still while he pushed deep inside her one last time, coming so hard he saw stars.
It took him a few seconds to compose himself and when he finally opened his eyes, Meagan was kneeling demurely at his feet.
“Fix my pants,” he managed to get out.
She straightened him up, even kissing the tip of his cock before tucking it inside his boxer briefs. He reached down and pulled her up, noticing her slight wince at her backside.
“I’d like nothing more than to push you to your back, slip between your thighs, and return the favor, but since you came last night, you aren’t allowed to come today,” he said.
“I understand, Sir.”
He dropped a hand to her ass. “How’s your backside?”
“Sore enough that I won’t be tempted anytime soon to have an orgasm without permission.”
“I meant every word,” he told her. “I don’t like punishing submissives.”
She snorted. “Right. That explains the massive erection you shoved in my mouth.”
“Watch it.” He slapped a bare butt cheek. “That came from seeing how wet I made you.”
She wisely didn’t argue.
He took a robe from the foot of the bed and placed it around her shoulders. “Come sit down,” he said. He took her hand and led her to a nearby love seat. Once he sat down, he pulled her into his lap.
“Ouch,” she said, wincing at the pain from the movement.
He adjusted her so she sat more comfortably on his lap, but he didn’t apologize. And he knew she wouldn’t expect him to. “Would you like some water?”
“No, I’m good like this for now.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Though he would have happily gotten her some water, he wasn’t too upset that she wanted to snuggle. He didn’t like what he’d just had to do, and he wanted nothing more than to simply sit and hold her.
She was soft and pliable in his arms. In fact, for some reason, she seemed more affectionate than normal. He ran a hand down her back, enjoying the heat radiating from her skin. He dropped his head so he could easily smell the shampoo in her hair. He couldn’t place the scent; it was a combination of something citrusy mixed with a hint of spice. He wasn’t sure he’d ever smelled it before, but now, if he did, it would always remind him of Meagan.
He held her until he felt her grow restless. “Ready for some water now?”
“Yes.”
He gently helped her to her feet and took her hand. “Come with me. I’ll get you something.”
After he had settled her in the kitchen chair, and she had finished half of her water, he asked another question. “Can you stay tonight? Or do you need to get back?”
She didn’t answer immediately; in fact, she seemed torn. Surprising, since she’d been so happy to be in his arms just moments before. For some reason, he desperately wanted her to stay, but he knew it was her choice and he wasn’t going to pressure her one way or the other.
“Yes,” she said, finally. “I’ll stay.”
“Do you want something to eat? I can throw something together real quick.”
“No. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I think I’ll take a shower and head off to bed.”
He nodded. “You can use my bathroom.”
“Thank you.”
She finished drinking her water, excused herself, and disappeared down the hall. Minutes later, he heard the sound of running water. He decided to use the guest bathroom to take his own shower. That way, maybe they would finish at the same time and they could talk before going to sleep.
But when he finished and made his way into his bedroom, she was already curled up under the covers, sleeping. With a soft sigh, he joined her, settling himself behind her. He soon found that sleep didn’t come easy and for several hours he lay awake, thinking. He had just started to drift off to sleep when she started moaning.
He tightened his grip around her, afraid she was having a nightmare. However, it wasn’t long before he became aware that she did not moan out of distress. Oh no, when she started rubbing against him and grinding her hips, it was obvious she was having a sex dream.
Suddenly, he wasn’t tired anymore. He was the exact opposite of tired. He was wide-awake and very, very hard.
“Meagan, sweetheart.”
“Mmm.”
“You’re dreaming.”
“Yes, Sir. About you.”
He thought he was turned on before, but hearing that she was dreaming about him, especially with the seductive sounds that slipped through her lips, made him even harder. He slid his hand between her legs, delighted to discover how wet she was.
“Wake up and turn around,” he said. “And I’ll make it worth your time.”
“Sir?”
“I do like it when you call me Sir,” he whispered. “It makes me so damn hard.”
She jerked awake more fully and he could sense her confusion
