by Maggie Ryan
“I don’t know what happened…. I want… I….”
“We both know what happened. Someday you won’t bring Bryan to the bed with us. For now, trust me. What do you want, sweetheart? Whatever you want, whatever you need is what I want to give to you. Trust me, Bella, please, trust me and tell me.”
His soft voice and his words opened her heart. “I stopped asking for what I wanted a long time ago. Bryan didn’t understand . . . he… he never could understand. I don’t want to shock you . . . I don’t want to feel ashamed like that ever again. I couldn’t take it if you thought I was . . . was perverted.”
Her words and the fear in her voice bored into his soul. He wanted to slam his fist into that asshole’s face. He had taken this wonderful woman and tried to destroy something so beautiful, so precious. He felt another tear drop onto his chest. He tightened his arms around her. “Bella, you could never ever make me ashamed of you in any way. I love you just the way you are. I adore your spirit and your passion. I am not interested in just using you or your body; I want to love you and fulfill you. If you don’t let me know what you need, then I won’t be able to love you like you deserve. There is nothing perverted or wrong between two people who love each other. I’m definitely not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sort of guy.” She found herself grinning a bit at his words. He knew he had yet to convince her and continued: “Isabella, we are not vanilla people. You’re strawberry, remember?” He heard a small giggle and felt hope. “Do you want me, Bella? Do you want me as much as I want you?” She squirmed a bit on top of him and felt his cock underneath her body. She also felt her need returning; never had she felt so safe. She nodded against his chest. “Not good enough, little one. You are going to need to answer me.”
She lifted her head a bit and whispered, “Yes, Sir, I want you so much.”
He smiled and kissed her quickly. She yearned for more, but he wasn’t finished. “That’s good, because I think I’d die without you in my life, now that I’ve found you.” He watched her face light up, the love returning to her eyes. He sat up and soon had her sitting astride his lap. She could feel his cock thickening under her bottom and could also feel her pussy growing wet. She squirmed again, but he didn’t move. She looked up at him and saw him smile.
“Your next baby step will be to tell me what you want, what you need. Nothing is out of reach Bella; nothing is considered wrong between us.” She blushed, her nipples hardening at the erotic images that flew into her mind. She leaned forward to kiss him but he drew back a bit. “Nope, not until you tell me, and Bella, if I think you are lying about what you want, or holding back on what you truly need, your little bottom will indeed become a strawberry.” She felt an intense jolt of arousal at his threat. This man was willing to let her be herself. She found herself daring to hope that she could truly ask and receive what she needed. She felt him jingle her charms and saw that he was playing with the shoe as well as the hand.
She got the message and whispered, “I want you to kiss me until I melt, then I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you fill me completely. Oh God, I want you to take me now.” He smiled and was soon kissing her, hard, his tongue tasting and tangling with her own. She moaned as he took the kiss deeper, one hand holding the back of her head as he took her mouth, the other dropping to caress her breasts. When he began to play with her nipples, he felt her surge into his hand. He released her mouth and she moaned. He gently ran his thumb across her nipple again and again, until she finally begged, “Cole, please… please, harder. Touch my nipples . . . pinch them.” He was proud of her for expressing that she not only enjoyed breast play, she like it rough. She was soon sitting back, moaning in ecstasy, as he manipulated her breasts. His mouth was soon nipping and biting on her tender buds. She felt a gush of wetness flow from her and sensed his cock, hard and throbbing, under her bottom. She clutched at his shoulders and begged, “I need you inside me.” Coleman kept his mouth on her breast but rolled her onto her back. He shifted his weight and released her only long enough to look down at her. Her eyes were glazed. She whimpered in need.
“Spread your legs, Bella, spread them wide.” He saw her body jerk and she immediately obeyed. He smiled and said, “Put your hands above your head; grab the headboard and do not let go.” He watched as she obeyed, her fingers locked around the spindles of the headboard. He bent to kiss her, as his cock teased her entrance. She moaned and lifted her hips. He looked into her eyes and said, “You like being directed, don’t you Isabella? You like it when I order you to spread yourself.” She blushed and shook her head, as if denying she craved his control. “Naughty little girl. I do believe you are lying to me about what you desire, what your body needs to satisfy your heart.”
She whimpered, but he simply continued to tease her body, his lips closing around her throbbing nipple, his cock not yet entering her. She surged up but realized he wasn’t going to let her escape. “Yes, Sir, I lied…. God, please, I need you… tell me… take me.”
He grinned around her nipple, his cock demanding he stop the teasing. “Are you wet for me, Bella? Is your pussy just begging for my cock to fill it?”
“Yes! God, yes Sir. Please!”
“You know I’m going to spank you for lying, don’t you?” She shuddered but lifted her hips even higher.
“Yes Sir, please… please I need you now.” She screamed as he slammed into her. She arched her back and came immediately. Her entire body convulsed around his cock as he took her hard and fast.
She released the headboard to grab onto his shoulders but quickly replaced them when he barked, “Hands!”
She shuddered as she was taken. Her entire body was on fire with need. She felt every inch of him as he thrust into her. She felt him sit back a bit and felt his hands on her thighs. He spread her further open and she gasped at the stretch. He lifted her hips until he was pounding even deeper into her. She came again and screamed, her head thrashing, her hands rattling the headboard. Coleman groaned as he plunged deep and came. His breath was ragged, his muscles shaking. Her body continued to convulse and twitch around him. He grinned as she moaned with pleasure. He lowered her legs but stayed between them. He bent forward and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him hard, her mouth opening beneath his. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her tongue, her teeth. She clenched around him and pressed her tongue against his. He released her and reached up to release her hands. Her knuckles were white with the effort of clenching the headboard at his command. He kissed each finger as she shuddered beneath him. She opened her eyes to find his gazing down at her. She blushed as she remembered begging him to take her.
“Absolutely beautiful.” She smiled and nodded. He kissed her again and then turned over to sit back against the headboard, placing her onto his lap. She loved the way he arranged her so easily into what was quickly becoming her favorite position. She laid her head against his chest. He held her as they recovered, his own heart gradually slowing. “I love you, Isabella. I love every single thing about you. Never ever doubt that; never try to hide from me.”
She looked up to see the truth written on his face. She knew it would take many baby steps, but she knew he’d help her take the journey. “I love you, Cole; thank you for loving me as I am.”
He grinned and said, “What you are is almost perfection.” She looked puzzled. “There is that little thing about lying to me, you know.” She blushed, his promise of a spanking returning. She also remembered screaming that she knew she was going to get one. She lifted the bracelet and touched the hand hanging there. He nodded and flipped her over to lie across his lap. His hand began to lightly spank her. Her arousal returned and she found herself wanting him to truly spank her. She lifted her bottom as if to encourage his blows.
He hadn’t intended to truly give her a spanking, just a reminder to be honest. “I think you need something a bit harder, don’t you, my dear?” She hesitated but truly needed him to enforce his dominance. It might have been a little lie, but she felt th
e need to pay his price. “Do you deserve a true spanking Bella?”
She gulped but answered, “Yes… please give me a real spanking, Sir.” He nodded, and soon enough she wondered what the hell she had asked for. His hand continued to swat her bottom until she was squirming and trying to crawl away. She reached back with her hands but found them both captured and pinned to the small of her back.
He spanked her again and again and watched her little bottom turn from a light pink to a bright red. He alternated between her cheeks, loving the way her bottom bounced under his swats. She began to beg for him to stop, but when he gave a punishment spanking, it was definitely not a short, easy one. He continued to redden her bottom, his hand easily covering its entirety. She fought for only a bit longer before she collapsed across his lap, her submission obvious. He spanked her cheeks a few more times and then stopped. She cried but wasn’t struggling or trying to escape. He traced the red blotches on her upturned bottom and then dipped his finger between her thighs. She moaned and shivered as he found an enormous amount of wetness coating his finger.
“Open your legs, Bella.” He slid a finger inside her pussy and she moaned louder. He slid another finger inside her and was soon slowly thrusting them in and out of her. Her tears stopped and she began to move her hips up and down, urging him to fuck her harder. “What do you need, Bella?” She shuddered as he added a third finger. He entered her slowly, too slowly. She didn’t answer. He stopped his fingers and said, “Isabella, not answering is unacceptable. Do you need me to take a paddle to this tender little bottom?”
She froze for a moment, and when he acted as if he were going to lift her off his lap, she screamed, “No! Please, no paddle… don’t spank me again!”
He grinned and moved his fingers another inch into her wetness. She moaned and begged, “Fuck me, Sir, I need you to fuck me!” He grinned and used his fingers to pleasure her. She moaned louder, and when he lifted her to straddle his lap, she reached down and guided his cock into her body. She groaned with relief as he filled her. Soon she was riding him hard, her hands braced against his chest. He kept his hands under her bottom and squeezed the tender skin, causing her to moan and ride him faster.
“Come for me Bella; come on my cock.” She felt him begin to pinch the red skin of her bottom, his fingers moving from spot to spot. She felt her body shake, and as he pinched her hard, she screamed with her orgasm. He was soon thrusting up into her and came as she came yet again. He felt her collapse against his chest, her red hair tangled and some strands clinging to her face. He tenderly pushed the hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. He held her against him, keeping her bottom cradled in his hands. He looked down and saw the redness of her spanked bottom almost matched the fire of her hair. He grinned in satisfaction, remembering her squeals as he had repeatedly pinched her red-hot rear.
He finally dragged her off the bed, and they showered together. He washed her hair and she moaned, loving every finger he massaged into her scalp. He lathered the washcloth and gently washed her face and her breasts, lingering over her nipples until she was breathing faster. He grinned and went lower.
“Spread your legs, Bella.” She blushed at his command, even knowing he’d already seen all of her. She felt his fingers in her sex and trembled as he carefully washed her there. He teased her clit, sliding the washcloth against her bud and then circling it until she had to brace herself against him. She moaned in need but didn’t admit to needing him. He gave a soft sigh but turned her around to wash her back. She felt bereft, desiring his hand to return to her sex.
Her hand started to drift there, but he said, “No, you’ll only touch yourself when I allow it.” She blushed as she realized what she had almost done. He re-soaped the washcloth and began to wash her bottom. She winced a bit, her skin still tender, though a good deal of the color had already dissipated. He found himself disappointed that her strawberry bottom was becoming pale again. “Bend over Bella. Brace yourself against the wall.” She obeyed, her heart pounding. This is what she craved; his commands captured her heart and soul. She felt his finger draw down the cleft of her bottom. She shuddered as the tip of his finger tapped against the tight pucker of her bottom-hole.
“I plan on taking you here. Do you enjoy anal play, Bella?” She blushed, shame infusing her, but both his words and his finger igniting her desires. He knew she was struggling but patiently waited. She pushed away the thought of being considered a deviant and couldn’t suppress a whimper. Coleman tapped a bit harder and she rewarded his patience by whispering,
“Yes Sir… at least I used to, Sir.” He smiled, his cock thickening at the thought of sinking into this forbidden passage. He rewarded her admission by ever so slowly easing his finger into her bottom. She went up on her tiptoes at the penetration but didn’t try to move away. She moaned as he began to slowly stroke his finger in and out. She knew that this act was also used to remind a naughty girl of her submission, her obedience; however, now she only felt intense pleasure. He withdrew his finger and dropped his hand between her legs. She was soaking wet, and it wasn’t all shower water. He began to stroke her lips, his fingers playing with her curls. He kept his touch light, stroking her gently and occasionally slipping a finger into her.
She panted and begged, “Please, I need to come, Sir.”
He grinned. “That’s my good girl.” He plunged two fingers into her core and she moaned. He worked them in and out of her body, feeling her quiver with need. “Reach back and open your bottom for me, Bella.” She hesitated, but only for a moment. He watched as she reached back with one hand and pulled one cheek away from its twin. He smiled and moved his hand slightly so that he could plunge his thumb into her opening. She shrieked with the sensation, her body going again onto tiptoes. He steadied her with one arm around her waist as he plunged his fingers into both openings. She didn’t last long. She shattered around his fingers, her knees buckling, but he held her tight. She convulsed again and again, and he felt every tremor of her orgasm. He slowly slipped from her body and turned her to his chest. She pressed into him, her heart pounding.
He waited until she calmed and then said, “Get down on your knees.” She looked up at him but slid down to her knees. He watched as the water sprayed down her back and then led his cock to her mouth. “Suck me Bella, suck me until I shoot down your throat.” His command, his intention thrilled her. She opened her mouth and eagerly took him inside. She moaned at the size, his cock filling her mouth. She slowly licked her tongue across the tip and loved it when he groaned deeply. She reached up and took the shaft in one hand, stroking it up and down as she continued to suck and tongue his cock.
He put his hands on her shoulders, his own legs spread as he watched this gorgeous woman pleasure him. She lifted her free hand and began to gently roll his balls in her palm. He felt his climax approaching—fast. Her mouth was incredible, and as he looked down, he saw her eyes. She wanted to do this, wanted to submit, wanted to please. He saw her lips tighten even more around his cock and moaned. “I’m going to come, Bella. Take all of me you can into your mouth.” She bent her head forward, attempting to take more of his shaft into her mouth. He touched the back of her throat and she fought her gag reflex. “Good girl, that’s my good girl. Take more, Bella.” She shuddered. Taking control, he put one hand on the back of her head, forcing her down a bit more, loving that she didn’t fight it. She swallowed around his cock head and he moaned with the sensation. He thrust hard into her mouth and bellowed as he ejaculated. She swallowed again and again, his seed thick, but something she craved. He finished and had to lean against the shower wall.
She grinned and teased his cock until she was positive she had taken all he had to give to her. She felt him pull her up and clamp his mouth onto hers. The kiss was divine, his appreciation for her gift evident. When she was released, he said, “I’m not sure what charm this deserves but God, Bella, that was beautiful.” She giggled, imagining a phallus-shaped charm on her bracelet. She didn’t sa
y anything, his gifts too precious to belittle. He turned off the water and was quickly drying her off with a huge towel. He watched as she dried her hair and pulled it back with a headband. He dried himself and reluctantly put his jeans back on.
She reached for her dress, but he snatched it away. “Nope, I prefer you in this.” He handed her the frilly apron. She rolled her eyes but allowed him to put it on her. He tied the ends into a huge bow at the back, loving the ways the ends of the tie fell against her little bottom. No evidence of her spanking remained, and he felt a little sad. He gave her a soft swat as he turned her back to face him. She smiled and lifted her face for a kiss.
He complied and then said, “I’ll help you clean up, then I’ve got to run. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” She felt saddened and wished he would stay overnight. He saw the disappointment in her face and said, “Bella, I don’t want to leave, but I’ve got to be in court early in the morning.”
She realized she didn’t know what he did for a living. As he helped her wash the dinner dishes, she learned he was a lawyer and worked with Jack in mergers and acquisitions. She asked why he had to go to court. He explained that he was closing a recent deal. She found the subject interesting and knew he loved his job. She walked him out, just slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t allowed her to wear anything other than the apron. As he took her into his arms, his hands cupping her naked bottom, she discovered she didn’t mind it, after all.
“Make sure you lock this door, little one or I’ll use a hairbrush on this little butt next time.” She shivered and found she wished she could still feel the evidence of his spanking. Seeing her reaction, Coleman knew she’d be across his lap soon enough, having a hairbrush applied to her bottom. He kissed her again and stepped outside. She obediently locked the door and set the alarm. He nodded, kissed his fingers and pressed them against the window of the door. She felt her heart flutter and repeated his gesture until their fingers were separated only by glass. He waved and left. She leaned against the door and thought about the evening. The phone rang, startling her and causing her to jump. She hurried to the counter and picked up the receiver.
