Dance for Me

by Kay Elle Parker

  He nodded slowly, unwilling to go too easy on her if this was what she needed. “I can do that, Boadicea. All you have to do is ask.”

  He was sure there was a choice curse on her tongue when her eyes flashed toward him again. Expecting the full barrage of profanity to explode from her inner bitch, he just waited for hell to rain down on him and possibly bite him on the ass.

  Instead, the fire in the blue dulled to a simmer and she suddenly looked terribly young and overwhelmed. Her voice was barely audible when she said, “Please, Master Braun, would you spank me?”

  His cock thickened, threatened a revolt if he didn’t fuck her soon. But some things were infinitely more important than chasing the next orgasm. “That’s my brave girl. Come on then, while your courage remains intact.” He pressed his lips to hers, then slipped off her and sat patiently on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh in invitation.

  She crawled off the bed to stand next to him, shaking a little but standing tall. She showed no resistance when he drew her gently over his lap, adjusting her so her biteable ass perched perfectly in the air. Her hands gripped his leg for dear life, a flotation device in the midst of a shipwreck.

  Aware of her bare skin, Braun started rubbing soothing circles over his intended targets—the meat of her buttocks, the curve beneath—to get the blood rushing to those areas. “How many do you think is appropriate for your transgressions, little one?”

  “I don’t know, Sir.” She sounded miserable. “Fifty?”

  “Fifty would leave you in a sorry state, Bodie. While this is punishment, I’d rather not maim your pretty derrière when I have plans for it. Twenty, I think. That should cover you running away, mouthing off, striking Masters of the club, and generally being a stubborn, impolite little subbie, shouldn’t it?” Gradually, he upgraded from soothing circles to light patting, encouraging a delicate shade of pink to flourish.

  “If you think that’s enough, Sir.” From her tone, she didn’t think it was.

  “Twenty will do to start. Let’s see how your bottom feels when you’ve taken twenty. Now, the rules of spanking are: no kicking, no swearing, no touching or protecting your ass, and instead of counting this time, I’d like you to say I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Master after every strike.” He smiled, albeit a lackluster one, when she went limp in defeat. “Break a rule and I add two more strikes to your total. Understood?”

  Her head bobbed slowly. “Yes, Master Braun.”

  “Good girl. Very respectful, we’re off to a pleasant start.” The pats grew harder, dusting over her butt until it glowed. Beautiful. “Are you ready, little one? Remember what to say after every one.”

  Before she could reply, he brought his hand down on her left cheek. Not lightly but not full strength either. Just enough to shock her and let her know he wasn’t going to coddle her. Heat radiated through his palm with a tingle as the clap of flesh on flesh echoed.

  “I-I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Master.” She stuttered weakly.

  Right cheek next, followed by that sweet voice. He struck the underside of her buttocks, left then right, waiting each time for her to repeat the words that would stay with her longer than the spanking itself.

  He continued with that pattern, left and right cheeks then left and right curves, intensifying the strength behind each one bit by bit. Each crack of connection made his cock jerk, and Bodie’s body quickly learned to absorb the sharp stunning pain and the warmth that ensued.

  By the time he hit an even dozen, her feet were beginning to move in protest. To her credit, she hadn’t yet lifted them from the floor in defiance of his rules, but the last eight strokes might just test her control. Her fingernails were digging trenches in his calf, and her voice cracked on the twelfth blow.

  Braun smoothed his hand over hot flesh. He wasn’t alarmed by the heat burning under his palm, or the flush of her skin transcending from pink blush to blooming red. There was no bruising; hell, there wasn’t even an imprint of his hand on her pretty butt. But her pussy...well, if ever there was an invitation to dive right in, it was her beautiful pussy, flowered open and gleaming wetly with arousal.

  “How are you doing, little one?”

  She sniffled, voice tight. “I don’t want to be a naughty girl anymore.”

  He bent and kissed her between the shoulder blades. “You’re being a very good girl, Bodie. I’m proud of you. Eight more, then we’re done, but these are going to sting.”

  “I might need some ice,” she mumbled.

  “You might,” he agreed. “Last eight, Bodie. Strong voice if you please.”

  Palm met flesh with enough force to make his hand smart and to wrench a yelp from his subbie. She bucked, almost reared upright, but he pinned her down with an arm across her lower back. She damn near spat the words at him this time through a sob.

  By the sixteenth, she was openly crying, and Braun had her legs trapped between his and her wrists cuffed in his free hand at the base of her spine. She hadn’t sworn at him yet, which was a miracle in itself, and the phrase tumbled from her lips dutifully.

  The last four were the hardest for both of them and not just in the force of his spanks. There were two handprints on her cheeks now, and the curves of her butt shimmered with the muted red of a good spanking.

  Bodie cried as he crooned and told her how good she was, barely managing to stand upright as he eased her to unsteady feet. When he pulled her in to his arms, she planted her face in his neck and sobbed in a language he wasn’t sure any man could decipher. She crawled into him and all he could do was hold her until she calmed enough for her broken-hearted babbling to a simple repetition of, I’m sorry.

  *

  She couldn’t stop the tears, couldn’t stop the words, couldn’t stop the freaking burn toasting her ass. She’d thought she was stronger than this, but evidently, that was a huge miscalculation. Thank God he hadn’t taken her up on the offer of fifty—she would be disgracing herself even more than she was now, probably begging for her sanity and the welfare of her butt.

  Worse, she knew she’d earned this.

  She was humiliated and sore, and in all likelihood wouldn’t sit down properly for a week without feeling Braun’s hand thwapping pain and pleasure deep into her core. She was aware of how wet and achy she’d become, and didn’t it serve her right that the only solution was Braun?

  He’d be understandably angry she’d gleaned any form of enjoyment from what was supposed to be a punishment, but her body responded to him no matter what he did to it. To her.

  She couldn’t apologize more than she already was.

  “Ssssh, little one. Everything’s okay now. Everything’s forgiven. You did so well, I’m so proud.” His hands ran up and down her sweat-slicked back in comforting passes, and his nose nuzzled against her ear as tears dripped down his shoulder. “You’re such a good, clever girl, aren’t you?”

  Honesty, she remembered, and shook her head.

  “No? I’m pretty sure the slate's clean as a whistle, darlin'.”

  Finally lifting her head, she met his eyes and almost choked on another stupid sob when she saw the compassion in his gaze. One way or another, she would learn how to lock these idiotic crying jags back in their hole. “I’m wet.”

  Compassion morphed into consideration, then a slow and utterly sinful grin curved his mouth. The Irish in his voice thickened tenfold. “Are you now? Hmmm, best I check for myself.” He slipped a hand between her thighs and she grimaced the moment she knew he’d found the evidence of her crime on her thighs. Still, he ventured further until two thick fingers eased inside her tender core. “Well, now, someone’s more than wet, I see. Did my good girl like her spanking then?”

  Terrified he’d do it all over again and she’d never get I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Master off her tongue, Bodie shook her head frantically and damn near bit said tongue trying to apologize for the thousandth time.

  “Shush now, little one. I’m trying to decide whether I should have m
y wicked way with this pussy or try my luck with that untouched ass.” Goddamn him, that accent was an aphrodisiac in itself. “Would be cruel, I think, to take your ass without stretching you a bit first. Pussy it is.”

  Her heart and stomach collided somewhere in her feet as he picked her up by the hips, rose, and tossed her on her back over the mattress. He growled playfully, leaning over her to nip at her flat belly. “Did you think you were in bother, little one, for nature working her magic? Don’t ever apologize for being aroused by something, even if it’s punishment.”

  “I’m not supposed to—”

  “You’re human like the rest of us, Bodie. Your body works the same way as every other mortal on the planet. It’ll tell you what it likes and what it doesn’t, and this pretty pussy doesn’t lie when it says it likes spanking. It just means I have to be creative and find an alternative method of reprimanding you when needs be.”

  The length of him stretched out over her as he reached for another foiled package, and she arched into him instinctively as it ripped open. A crazed giggle erupted from her unbidden, and Braun’s dark chuckle followed swiftly on its heels.

  Her hand reached down, grasped the hard length of him for the first time, wrenching a fierce groan from somewhere deep inside him. He was hotter than she expected, the shaft thick and rigid in her hold. But the skin covering him was velvety soft and moved fluidly with the pump of her fingers, exposing a fat, round crown.

  She traced a plump vein down the underside, felt his pulse throb steadily under her fingers, and had an Oh shit moment she hadn’t experienced that morning in their pre-dawn encounter.

  She’d taken all of this inside her. No wonder her insides felt tender and a little bit bruised. “So, um, is this thing licensed?”

  “Contrary to popular belief, it’s not a lethal weapon, little one.” Braun braced himself over her, his weight on his hands planted either side of her head, and let her explore at will. There was delight in his eyes as she ran her nails gently up and down the shaft, circling the head. “Bigger than average, sure, but by no means in the monster cock category.”

  Another nervous giggle. “Maybe I should be the judge of that.”

  “Oh no, you’re not having time to overthink things, Bodie. Here, put this on for me.” With his weight on one hand now, he pressed a slippery ring of latex into her free hand before resuming his previous position. “Pinch the tip firmly, then roll it all the way down.”

  “You want me to put it on?”

  He nodded. “Until you’re on some form of birth control and you decide—we decide—to make love without condoms, I think you should be in charge of dressing the Almighty One.” He winked at her. “He likes you; you should be honored.”

  Almighty One. God, he cracked her up sometimes. “I have a feeling he likes any naked woman who happens to be sprawled beneath him.”

  “Oh no, he has very particular tastes. He prefers slim dancers with hair the color of raven wings. Black with that faint sheen of blue.” He rubbed his face against her hair as his hips thrust his cock into her firm grasp. “Only the best and most beautiful shade of blue eyes.” A kiss dotted each of her eyelids gently. “And he gets a real hard-on for a woman matching that description who also has a big, soft heart,” his stubble scratched lightly over her breast, “and an attitude worthy of a lioness defending her cubs. Seems to me, he’s found his perfect woman in you.”

  Bodie almost preened at the compliments before she realized how gullible she would be to believe them. A penis did not have the capability of seeking out its perfect partner like a divination rod, and sex loosened a person’s tongue into saying what they thought was the right words. But it was nice to be wanted that way, even if it only lasted until after the sex was done.

  Focusing on his instructions for suiting up the cock in her possession, Bodie ignored his flattery and the undeniable thrill of delight it gave her in favor of concentrating on her task at hand. It wasn’t as simple as she first assumed—every time she unraveled the latex down his length, his cock jerked eagerly.

  In the end, she was so fascinated by it, Braun groaned in protest when she teased him just to elicit a reaction and donned the condom himself with a couple of deft flicks of his wrist. “A word to the wise, little one,” he drawled, “teasing the man who desperately wants to fuck you won’t bode well. Especially if you want him to go slow and gentle on you.”

  “I promise I won’t ever tease you again, Sir,” she vowed mischievously. “I’ve learned my lesson and I won’t do it again, not even if you beg. Nope,” she decided, shocked at her playful brazenness. “Not even if you’re on your knees before me, kissing my feet and pleading.”

  “Oh really?” His teeth grazed the skin of her left breast. “Not even if I kneel at your feet, kissing something higher up? My tongue can be ever so persuasive.”

  His hips rolled against her in unhurried thrusts, torturing her clit with the slide of him against her. “N-No, that won’t work. Not even if you wear a thong and whipped cream. Crying might work though.”

  Braun bit harder, capturing her nipple between his teeth and sending her straight to the point of pleasure versus pain. Balancing her skillfully on the edge while she writhed beneath him. “No more talking, little minx. Making love to you will go right out the window if you say one more word.”

  Before she could utter a single consonant, the next gentle roll of his hips aligned his crown with her opening and he languidly pushed inside her with a pleased groan. Her gasp turned quickly to mewling as he filled her thoroughly for a second time, stretching her again and awakening both sore muscles and her nervous system.

  His mouth found her throat; her hands clawed his back.

  Hands free, she thought. No navigation system required.

  Anticipating the fast, brutal pace from earlier, she held on tight and relished the licks and kisses he rained over her exposed skin. But he only surrounded her with the sweet and lazy, tender and careful. Even when her hips rose to meet his thrusts, silently asking for more, he just shook his head, made love to her mouth, and kept the fires within her stoked high.

  He was strong, confident, moving inside her as though she was spun from glass. Taking his time with her, bringing them together effortlessly. With his mouth alone, he made sure she knew he cherished her.

  An orgasm woke lazily, stirring to life in the pit of her womb, spreading rapidly from cell to cell in a rising tide of utter bliss. Her toes curled, spasms creeping up her calves, her thighs. She’d never wanted to crawl inside anyone as much as she did Braun right now.

  “This one’s for you, Bodie. The next is for us both.”

  Christ, his voice—all husky and deep—intensified the tingles burrowing under her skin and making it croon like a Christmas choir on caroling duty. Her hands ceased clawing at him, her fingers choosing to knead at the muscles in his back as they tensed and released with his steady thrusts.

  It washed over her sweetly, a sweep of pleasure brushing over her from head to toe as skillfully as any artist’s tool. She arched into him with a happy moan, kissing him with everything she had as though she could funnel all her contentment into him through that meeting of lips.

  Sweat sheened their skin. The scent of it, of sex and desire, would remain forever etched in her memory. A good one, the best. This right here was where she finally understood what it was to be loved, to be wanted, needed, craved. This was everything she’d once dreamed of, and the very thing she’d learned to fear.

  Of their own accord, her legs lifted and hooked over his hips, drawing him deeper. A gasp merged with the sounds of their joining, her pussy clasping him tighter in this position and his cock putting pressure on all the right places. All the dirty, delicious spots inside her that clamored for more, for harder.

  “Braun...”

  As if she’d begged him to fuck her, his rhythm grew in strength. Long, smooth withdrawals followed by swift, sharp drives. Possessing her from the inside out, yet not making her feel used or
inferior. Treating her like an equal. His equal.

  Yes, just like that! she wanted to shout with glee. Just. Like. That.

  The second wave rode in on the coattails of the first, and Bodie sensed its potency before it reached infancy. What Braun brought alive inside her was nothing short of ravenous, a savage beast hungry after the first sweet taste of release and fucking desperate for more.

  It swirled faster and faster, all-consuming as it snuck through her body. It set her heart thundering in her chest, her brain to useless mush, and bided its time for the kill as Braun lifted her to the edge of climax and held her there, suspended.

  “Come, darlin’. Come with me now. I’m right with you.”

  She fell into the waiting maw with a cry, hearing the rumble of Braun’s orgasm as he fell with her just as he promised.

  *

  Later that night, Braun settled into the seating pit with the quiet smile of a satisfied man on his lips. The damn thing hadn’t left his mouth since that afternoon when, after reducing Bodie into a blissed-out, limp noodle, he’d carried her into the shower and bathed her like a newborn.

  She’d stood under the hot water and allowed him to wash every inch of her body—that succulent body he was finally learning every inch of in his unhurried explorations—then been pliant as a kitten while he dried her off and snuggled her into his monstrously oversized robe.

  He needed to get her one of her own.

  Bless her heart, she’d fallen asleep on a counter stool in the kitchen as he made dinner. One moment they’d been talking about simple things and he’d gained some more information about what her childhood had been like. One sister now disabled and paralyzed from the waist down after an accident. No pets after her father had gutted and skinned her cat as punishment for said accident. Her favorite color was black, she hated candy corn, and music was the one stable element in her life she could count on.