Faster and harder the swats fell until she sobbed an apology, one she didn’t feel was entirely justified, but at that moment in time she’d have done almost anything to stop him. Not until he had her word that she wouldn’t do something like that again did he stop smacking and take her in his arms and comfort her. Maeve was surprised that the erotic sensation didn’t follow immediately as it usually did. Nor did she want his comfort. She was feeling somewhat miffed at the injustice of it all.
“I need a bath and little time to myself, if that’s ok,” she said, pulling away. He decided it was wisest to let her go.
As Maeve shut herself in the bathroom, she wondered if she really was ok with being punished like that. It seemed hot during sex, and even in her fantasy world, but when it came down to it, she certainly didn’t believe Larry was any closer to perfect than she was and it bloody hurt. And yet, in spite of her current discomfort, she did feel more at ease, even though she felt it was unfair. If there was one feeling in the world Maeve couldn’t deal with, it was guilt, and for her the biggest benefit of being punished was that she seemed to be better able to let go of it. And almost as soon as admitting her emotions, the pain became pleasure, an illicit thrill that coursed through her body fuelling desire. Now she wanted him. She called out his name, hoping he would hear. She climbed into the tub gingerly; while her yearning might make her feel good, there was no escaping the fact that a scorched ass submerging into a hot tub was something to be taken by degrees.
Maeve lay back in the tub, eyes closed. She heard the door click but she didn’t stir; she knew it had to be Larry. She heard his footfall and breathing come closer first, then she smelled his distinct manly smell and spicy aftershave. Still she didn’t open her eyes; it was kind of erotic relying on her other senses. Next she felt his strong hands massaging her shoulders, easing the tension out of them. Neither spoke but rather relied on touch. She leaned forward to allow his hands to massage lower down her back. She felt his hands guide her body forward more and she put her own hands on the base of the bath to steady her. His touch moved lower and instinctively she knew what he wanted so she got up on her knees. She was relaxed and open to his unspoken guidance, switching to a position of all fours, her eyes still tightly shut.
Her ass felt better being out of the hot water. He smoothed something cold, a cream she assumed, on her butt and it felt so good. His fingers played with her back entrance, toying and teasing, slipping in slightly thanks to the moisture of the cream. She became aware of a squirting sound and simultaneously felt coldness around her anus. His finger penetrated easily and she groaned her pleasure. Her disappointment when he withdrew surprised her. In her head, this was something dirty and she didn’t like it, but each time her body insisted on betraying her. Next something harder and colder was probing her there. She didn’t ask, just let her body guide her. She bore down on it, easing its entry, the slick moisture of the lubricating cream assisting the motion. She felt it withdrawn a little, then pushed in farther. This in-out motion continued until it became uncomfortable but not unbearable. She felt each thrust was stretching her more, both inside and on the sensitive entry. She could visualise in her mind that he was inserting something long and tapered just from the sensation. The wider it got, the more her body tried to fight it, but she forced herself to keep bearing down and relaxing. Finally she felt a little pop as if the object had become slimmer. The pop made her bottom ease its resistance, but still her muscles clenched around the offending object causing waves of something, mostly pleasurable. She heard the sounds of hand washing, sloshing in the water, the squelchy sound of soap being lathered. Hands in the water again.
Larry’s breathing was irregular on her neck and she could imagine his pants strained and pulled with the magnitude of his want. The distractions allowed her body to adjust to the plug. One of his hands now found her clit and circled it, gently at first, but in response to her hip motion it became firmer and surer. As her body tensed for orgasm, so too her muscles grasped around the plug, pulling it deeper. He pinched hard on a nipple and she grabbed harder again. Maeve felt her climax start, gradual at first, but as her body tensed more and more around the object, the orgasm intensified and seemed to go on forever as moisture oozed from her pussy.
When the shuddering stopped, he guided her back gently, eyes still shut, into a lying position in the tub. It was quite uncomfortable and she wriggled to ease her position; instinctively she put a hand back to remove the offending object.
“Leave it there,” were the first words he spoke, and it broke the spell. Maeve opened her eyes. He undid his trousers and lowered them to his knees, exposing his engorged cock.
“Wash it,” he ordered, leaning over the side of the bath with his palms flat against the wall. She soaked a washcloth, squeezing the water over his dick. She worked some soap into a lather with her hands and placed one over his blue-purple helmet; the other she used to encircle his shaft. Working her hands in opposite directions, she firmly washed his penis. His body naturally leaned lower towards her, begging her attention. She felt an almost liquid sensation deep inside his shaft with her hands. She lengthened her strokes, grasping more firmly, and then rinsed the soap away. He tried to stop her, his desire almost at a pinnacle. But Maeve knew what she was doing; she was driving him crazy, just like he had her.
She rose on her knees again, this time facing the side of the tub. She soaped her ample breasts and pulled them together with one arm and guided his throbbing cock to her cleavage, massaging her other hand across the head of his penis until he found his own momentum, fucking her breasts until his hot sticky cum shot all across her bosom. The controller had just been controlled.
“Can I take this thing out now?” Maeve asked with a grin.
“Yeah, sure,” Larry readily agreed, not even registering the question. Maeve giggled.
“What?” he demanded with a smile.
“I’m just thinking that if I keep you sexually exhausted, I’ll be safe enough,” she chuckled as she was leaning over to remove the offending article. “You’re less dominant when you’re knackered.”
“Cheeky,” he replied with a pinch to her nipple. He climbed in the bath behind her and she lay back relaxed against his chest as they soaked in the comforting water.
“I wasn’t so much angry about the tip in the car,” Larry explained as she reclined on his chest. “I know that wasn’t your fault. I was angry because I had been so worried. I didn’t know where you were, you had taken the car and I couldn’t contact you. This is a big country to get lost in. Not like Ireland. You had me going crazy.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you, I just wanted to have a drive around, to see what life would be like around here. I still don’t think you were reasonable though.”
“So why did you agree to it in the end? You could have refused. You could have waited until I cooled down and talked to me first.”
“It kind of makes me hot when you get all bossy like that, even though I was mad at the time. I had this daft idea it would turn me on. I was so angry though that it took a while for me to cool down, but it had the desired effect in the end,” Maeve admitted shyly.
“So what made you most angry? Remember, I’m learning too and we have to figure out what works. To be honest though, I was so enraged that I really felt I had to spank you to make you see how much trouble you’d caused. I had search parties out for you.”
“I just thought you were being way overprotective. It offended me that you thought I was incapable. It’s like you thought I was only a woman and not able to act like a grownup. You can’t imagine how that gets my goat up.”
“I don’t think you’re less able, but I know you don’t always think ahead; but maybe that’s your youth and my boring sensible old age. Now come on, this water’s going cold; it’s time to get out.”
“Ok, Granddad,” she teased, rising from the water. She felt a lot better, both as a result of the pleasurable activities and the heart to heart.
They spent the rest of the week exploring Diboll, Lufkin, and the environs of Burke. Maeve realised it had a lot more to offer than she first thought, but she still hankered after the cooler temperatures of the Connemara coast and the smell and sound of the sea. Before they left, they had an evening in Larry’s father’s house, as he wanted to introduce his future daughter-in-law to his friends.
For the first time since her arrival in the U.S., Maeve felt totally out of her depth. The ranch and the solitude of Burke she could handle easily enough, even the anonymous but crazy bustle of New York was manageable, but an evening dinner surrounded by politicians, business tycoons, and oil magnates was too much for her. She was terrified every time she opened her mouth she was going to make a faux pas. It wasn’t anything in particular, everyone was so friendly and welcoming, but they were just too important; even being at a dinner surrounded by fifty unfamiliar faces, there in her honour even though they didn’t know her, was immensely intimidating to the small-town girl. Maeve found it hard to be the centre of attention at the best of times, never mind in a sea of strangers. Only for Larry’s sister, Margaret, she would have been totally tongue-tied. Margaret was able to steer the conversation to history, having been tipped off by Larry that it was her big love, but even at that, Maeve was terrified she was treading a tightrope. Especially as the conversation inevitably turned to the Magdalene Laundries and therefore was in danger of crossing over into religious lines, a very dangerous road to travel in polite company.
She wasn’t sorry they only had another couple of days in Texas. She was starting to miss her grandmother, her anger at her now forgotten as the ‘chicken days’ became no more than a painful memory. Before they left, to keep her options open, she left a résumé with the history centre in Diboll, just in case.
Chapter Thirteen
Larry had forgotten they would be returning to an Irish October. Maeve ran into the hotel foyer ahead of him, dodging the rain, as he quickly retrieved the bags and followed suit. He didn’t even linger to inhale the long-missed sea smell. As he looked toward reception, Larry was momentarily taken aback to see the new manager manning the desk. He had almost expected the place to be the same as it was when he left.
“Hello, David, how’re things? This is Larry, my fiancé,” Maeve introduced him.
“Um, fine, thanks, Maeve. Good to meet you, Larry. I wasn’t expecting you. Are you ok for a room or are you staying in the house? We’re not booked out.”
After a silent conversation using eye signals, Larry decided to take a room; it would give them their distance from Bridie, but he was hopeful they would be able to bury the hatchet now. Maeve hadn’t let her know they were on the way, hoping that surprise might ease the tension. They asked for the room Larry had always used and were pleased to find it was free; that room had very pleasant memories for him.
“Have you seen Granny lately?” Maeve asked David.
“Yeah, she covers reception for a few hours most days. I’ve told her there’s no need, but she seems to want to,” he told her.
“Oops, sorry! I hope she’s not making a nuisance of herself. She’s been running this place so long that I think she’s afraid it might crumble to dust without her.”
“No, she’s been great, honestly, but she’ll be here in a couple of hours or so; she’s going to be delighted to see you. She was just saying yesterday how quiet it was without you. She’s gone into Galway since morning.”
Larry could see Maeve was more than a little miffed to have her employee tell her how her grandmother would feel about her return. Her chin was set in a determined manner, willing the fool to shut up. He put his arm on the small of her back, fingers lightly pushing against her bottom.
“Come on, honey, you need to freshen up before you meet your grandma, we both do.”
To an onlooker, he would have simply seemed to be a loving concerned boyfriend wanting his fiancée to rest after a long journey, but he knew Maeve would get the undertones. He was calmly telling her to wind her neck in. She smiled conspiratorially up at him. He was getting to know her every mood, and learning how to defuse some of her less amiable ones.
“Yeah, a lie-down would be good,” Maeve agreed. “Tomorrow I’d like to go through our wedding bookings for January through March. I want to see when we have a Saturday available.”
“What was that about?” he asked tetchily as they walked off to the room. “I thought we agreed we’d marry as soon as possible?”
“That is as soon as possible, silly. We have to give three months’ notice to marry in Ireland, and anyway it might take a bit of time to sort out your paperwork from Texas. We haven’t decided either—church service or registrar here at the hotel? Which would you prefer?”
“Whatever we can do soonest, I want to own you completely, and make you my love slave,” he answered huskily. “Now I could see you needed a little help with your attitude down there.”
Larry sat on the end of the bed and patted his lap. No further words were necessary as Maeve rolled down her trousers and took up the usual position. It was obvious she was tense and tired after the journey and anxious about meeting her grandmother; a de-stressor was definitely a good idea.
He started by kneading her buttocks, and trailing his fingers up and down lightly, teasingly until he felt she had opened herself to his ministrations. Once he saw her muscles relax, he brought his hand down firmly, first on one side, then the other. She flinched involuntarily as she felt the sting. Then again, right, left, swift and a little harder, warming her skin, gradually repeating the pattern, left, right, left, right, getting harder and harder. As it progressed she wriggled on his lap, trying to escape the slap, but without fighting it. He knew she was more than happy to accept what he thought she needed to calm her edginess. He knew her body by now and she trusted him totally. It was more a shot of tranquiliser for her frazzled nerves than a punishment. He was hurting her and naturally she began to kick and fuss as the pain mounted, but even at that she was submitting totally to his will, giving into the sensation and leaving her petty woes behind. He saw her skin first go pink, then darken to deep red. Shit, that really did things to him.
He was long past feeling guilty about his enjoyment as he could see from the slight crack in her legs the way she was creaming up too, as she usually did. For all her fussing, her body loved it. In between slaps he allowed his fingers rub her moist clit and her response was a low appreciative moan. Then back to smacking, watching how she responded even better after touching her clit. His cock was aching with desire, but he completely understood that her need for attention was greater right now so he kept going, alternating between spanking and fingering her clit until he saw her body tense up. He concentrated on the clit for a few minutes longer this time, bringing her as close to the edge of orgasm as he dared. Then he smacked her again firmly.
“Come for me, Maeve, or I’ll spank you some more,” he ordered. And he watched, mesmerised, as the red blush of her orgasm made the rest of her skin seem to blend in with her blushing behind as she whimpered and shuddered in climax, brought there finally by his spanking.
By the time Larry had made her come, rock hard as he was, jetlag won out for both of them. They could continue this later. The beauty of neither having to hurry to work was there was no rush on satisfaction; they had time. He knew that sooner or later they would both need to work or find a project, a reason for getting up every day, but for the immediate future he intended to lap up the luxury of time. Maeve set an alarm for an hour-long snooze and he could see fatigue in her languid movements.
“You need another de-stress before you meet Bridie?” he asked hopefully, after waking to the sound of the alarm. More than his mind was awake and he tried snuggling in, trailing his hands along her heated bottom. He was horny as hell from the spanking earlier; it always set him off.
“Mmm, that’s nice, but no,” she dodged drowsily.
“Sometimes a lady says no when she means yes, are you
sure you mean it?” he asked huskily.
“God, you’re impossible,” she laughed. Her body was responding to his touch regardless of her sense of urgency to get her meeting with her grandmother over with. He could feel the moisture between her legs, which she had parted slightly in an involuntary motion to allow his hand find her needy sex. Her nipples were already hard pink peaks, and he blew softly on them, teasing her.
“I think you mean yes,” he insisted, clasping her wrists and forcing her hands above her head. Her hips arched and her legs widened further. In one swift movement he was lying over her with his erect penis plunging easily into her wet, waiting pussy, eliciting a low moan from her lips. He gently thrust, taking his time to savour her sweetness. He loved how she just accepted him, her readiness from the spanking earlier serving to increase his desire. He fought his natural urge to dominate as he knew what she needed now was love and tenderness to fortify her for what may lie ahead. Her soft wetness around his cock made him delirious; no matter how often he fucked her without a condom, he couldn’t resist the way her cunt sucked him in, almost like a blowjob. He could feel her tightening around him as she was reaching her pinnacle. He forced his thoughts to the NFL, trying to distract himself. He hadn’t feasted on her enough yet, but her pulsating pussy was so hard to resist. He felt the tension abate as her orgasm subsided and he allowed himself to breathe easy again, and steal a nibble on her firm cherry nipples. He noticed they gave off the slightest taste that was uniquely her, but for a million dollars, he wouldn’t be able to describe it to anyone. It was just Maeve. And whatever it was, mingled with her scent it sent him into overload. His cock stiffened some more and he tried to shift his thoughts back to the football. He sneaked a sniff; she didn’t like him smelling her but it drove him wild. Her smell, her taste, her moans, everything about her was sent to drive him insane. It was no good, he couldn’t hold back, he had to shoot; his body had already tightened beyond repair. His nerve endings were electrified as he pumped his passion as deep as he could, calling her name.
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