by Livia Grant
“Now, I think that’s enough talking for now. I have a lot more non-verbal activities planned for us.” His look of adoration slips to sexual heat as he moves to untie her robe, opening it so he can look down on her naked body. She has never felt as powerful as she does in this moment as she recognizes his hunger for her. It is the best compliment she has ever received.
Troy lowers to capture her lips in a hungry kiss while he works at stripping them both of their heavy robes. They have to pull apart several times in what is quickly turning into a frantic race to consummate the pulsing need they both feel to be connected in the most intimate way possible.
Hallie can feel Troy stretching out to reach the box of condoms on the bedside table. She has to reluctantly allow him to move away as he rolls it on. She reaches out to grasp his cock in her hand and loves the guttural groan he emits.
“Oh, baby. I’m not sure how you are going to feel about this, but all this talk about spanking that beautiful ass of yours has me so turned on. You’d better be careful, or I may not last very long.”
Hallie isn’t sure if she should say it, but based on his rule of not keeping secrets, she figures no time like the present to tell him the unguarded truth. “What if I told you it kind of excited me too? I mean not all of it, but well… some of it… most of it.”
Troy doesn’t answer with words. Hallie is confused when he stands next to the bed, pulling her by the hand until she is standing next to him.
Lifting her at her waist, he instructs her. “Wrap your legs around me, baby. We’re gonna try something I hope you like.”
Following directions, Hallie wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his body as she had done when he carried her earlier, only this time there are no pesky jeans to get in the way. She feels his cock trapped between their bodies, pulsing and ready to spear her sex.
Their eyes are locked as he reaches down between them to first swipe his fingers through her slick folds, acknowledging her wetness with a smirk. He then lifts her up to place the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, holding there for a few long seconds before he releases her body, letting gravity slam her down onto his pole, impaling her completely in one stroke.
Hallie is in heaven as she feels Troy grab her ass cheeks in his broad hands and begins lifting her body up and off his shaft before letting her fall back down onto him again. They start out with a slow rhythm, each thrust rocking her to her core.
She loves how he observes her constantly, watching over her, looking for signs she’s enjoying herself. She has never felt like she was the center of someone else’s world, but that is how Troy makes her feel.
She has to stop thinking about it when he begins to move her up and down, faster and harder. The sounds alone from their bodies slapping together as she leans back to get a better angle should scandalize her. She should be embarrassed that she’s so wet with excitement; she can hear the slurping sounds emitting from where their bodies connect.
Hallie is so close to coming that she shuts her eyes, about to lose herself in pleasure when she feels his right hand leave her ass before coming crashing down on her flesh… hard. Her eyes fly open to see the look of pure mischief in his chocolate brown eyes. She barely registers what’s happened when she feels the burn spreading through her ass cheek. It feels warm and not unpleasant.
He’s stopped completely, waiting for her to say something. Waiting for her consent to continue.
“Don’t stop! Again!”
With relief, Troy pulls her up again to resume their pounding coupling. This time Hallie watches his eyes carefully and can see when he’s decided to land his next spank. This time it’s his left hand that connects with her ass cheek just as his cock fills her. The combination of pleasure and pain is unlike anything Hallie has ever experienced. Until this moment, she didn’t know if it was possible, but she’s desperate for more.
“More, Troy. I want more.”
He had been waiting for her permission. With pure joy in his eyes, Troy begins to spank Hallie’s ass on about every third insertion of his cock. He rotates back and forth, spreading the heat across her whole ass, never letting one area get beyond her comfort zone. He reads her like a book and within a minute Hallie crashes into the strongest orgasm of her life. She’s vaguely aware of Troy’s continued pounding, going faster and spanking harder until he growls to her.
“Open your eyes. I need to see you as we come together. Come on me, baby. That’s it.”
She hadn’t thought she had another one in her, but looking into his eyes, hearing him command an orgasm of her has her melting with him as he pulls her tight against his body, clinging to each other as he releases his load with a satisfied grunt.
They embrace together, Hallie’s lips nestled against the crook of his neck, placing tiny kisses up and down. Troy manages to sit on the edge of the bed, still buried inside Hallie as he catches his breath. She feels him massaging her warmed bottom, bringing the tingle back to life.
Hallie finds her voice first. “Holy shit. That was intense.”
“You’re okay, though, right?”
“Better than okay. You can spank me like that any time.”
Troy chuckles. “Well, just so you understand that was not a punishment. I confess to being very excited that you liked the funishment though. You have no idea how many wonderful things I have planned for this body of yours, Hallie.”
“Funishment? Really?” At his mischievous grin she ups the ante. “Bring it on, babe.”
“Oh shit, I love hearing you call me babe.”
“Rest up. I want to go again… babe.”
* * * * *
Troy wakes first as the morning sun starts to light the room. He wishes he’d thought to close the heaviest drapes the night before, but there’s no way he’s getting up to do it now. He’s perfectly content where he is, spooning a naked Hallie, holding her close in his arms. If he’s not careful, his morning hard-on is going to poke her awake.
Regardless of his physical location in a hotel room, his heart feels like he is finally home. Since their intimate talking last night and the incredible sex, Troy is positive that Hallie is his future. He knows he’s going to have a lot of things to lead her through before they’re home free, but Hallie is the one. He loves feeling her stirring in his arms, listening to the cute little sounds she makes as she sleeps, smelling the remnants of their passionate love-making lingering on the sheets. She is the whole package and the fact that her family and his are both in Corbin’s Bend is a sign from heaven. It’s where they both belong.
Her sleepy voice draws his attention back to her. “Good morning. It feels like you’re anxious for me to wake up,” The sexy smile on her peaceful face as she rolls towards him makes him want to pound his chest.
“Sorry if I woke you. It’s still early. You can sleep more.”
“I’d rather wake up for a bit and then take another nap.” She’s smiling flirtatiously.
“Be careful. A man could get used to this.”
“Well, you are going to have to feed me soon, though.”
“That can be arranged, as long as you’re happy with room service again. I want to wait as long as possible to put our clothes back on.” Troy is thinking a week should do it.
“Shower first?”
“Only if that’s a shower for two?”
“Oh hell yes.”
Troy moves in for a kiss, but Hallie diverts. “Ewww. I have morning breath. No kisses before we brush our teeth. That’s one of my rules.”
“Fine. I’ll go start the water. Why don’t you grab our bags and meet me in there?”
Hallie’s face looks panicked. “Wait. Can I use the bathroom first? I mean…”
“After all of the kinky things we’ve done in the last twenty four hours and you’re gonna get shy on me now?”
“There are some things a woman just needs some privacy on, Troy.”
He kisses her nose. “Okay for now, but I don’t want to let you out of my sigh
t for too long.”
She looks relieved. “Thanks.”
He watches her grabbing their two bags and heading to the bathroom and is just closing the door when he hears his phone on the nightstand receiving a text message. No text message this early on a Sunday morning can be good.
Troy reluctantly grabs the phone and acknowledges the text from his right-hand-man with a groan. He has just enough time to check-in to put out whatever fire they seem to have at work and get back to Hallie.
“Hey, John. Troy here. What’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but we have a bit of a crisis going on here. The final testing for the new protocol has uncovered some significant bugs in the code. I’ve had Harris on it since yesterday and he’s getting nowhere.”
“That can’t be. I tested it all myself. Did he say what the issue is?”
“Well, I’ve heard him cursing more than ever and between the bad language, I’ve heard the word sabotage more than once. I know you left me in charge, boss, but I’m really wishing you’d come back in to work on this with us.”
To say Troy is not happy is the understatement of the century. There is no way he is cutting his day short with Hallie. “Listen, John, I’m all the way up at Copper Mountain and I’m not going to be able to make it back to the base until later tonight. You guys keep plugging along today and I’ll check in with you once I leave my sister’s house tonight and if I need to come in and pull an all-nighter I will. That’s the best I can do.”
“Okay, Troy. I just wanted to let you know what’s going on here. I’ll talk with you later then.”
“Later.”
Fuck. Well he’ll be damned if he’s going to let this ruin his day. He’s sure Hallie will get his mind off work in no time.
When he knocks on the door to the bathroom and hears the shower on, he opens the door cautiously. “Is it safe to come in yet?”
When Hallie doesn’t answer, he starts to get concerned and opens the door wider. He finally spots her standing near the long counter, her back to the door. He takes a minute to admire her naked body, checking out the beautiful butterfly tattoo she has on her right hip just above her panty line. He suspects he is going to have many hours of enjoyment looking at that tattoo as she is turned over his lap on the receiving end of more ‘funishment’.
Only as he moves closer does he see why she hasn’t answered him. He’s close enough to look over her shoulder and see his open bag in front of her, the silly party favor, poking out of the opening. He’s not sure why he’d even thrown it in at the last minute, but he had. He watches as Hallie reaches out to pick up the heavy wooden spoon, turning it over in her hands, inspecting it.
“Why did you bring this, Troy?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was just trying to be a good boy scout and be prepared.”
He reaches out to stroke her upper arms up and down, trying to comfort her. “Hey. Just toss it back in. You ready for a shower?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Talk to me, Hallie. What are you thinking?”
It takes all of his patience to wait for her reply. He wants to turn her around and pelt her with questions about how she is feeling, but knows quiet patience is what she needs as she adjusts to holding a punishment implement in her hands.
He wishes she’d at least turn around so he could see her eyes. He’s just about to pull her to him when she whispers. “You should spank me with this next.”
“Honey, you’ve done nothing wrong. I’m not going to spank you for no reason.”
“Fine, then make it a fun spanking.”
“Honey, I don’t think you’re going to have fun with this spoon. It’s pretty heavy as spoons go. Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”
“Okay.” She turns and hugs him close and he’s relieved, until she pulls away and heads to the massive shower, the wooden spoon still in her hand. Apparently she thinks it needs a good wash.
Troy takes a few minutes to brush his teeth and take a whiz before heading to join Hallie. The shower is massive, with three showerheads, one on each facing wall and one directly over their head raining down on the center. There is even a long teak bench the width of the shower. This is exactly the kind of shower he would dream of having in his own home in the future and he briefly wonders if any of the houses in Corbin’s Bend will accommodate it.
Hallie is standing under the center rain shower, eyes closed, as she lets the warm water pour over her body. She looks like a slice of heaven with her blonde hair wet and falling half way down her back. He checks out her curvy ass and is disappointed to find no remnants of the previous night’s spanking. He’s not surprised. It had been pretty light in the wide scale of spankings. Still, he looks forward to the day when he will see the evidence of his mark on her and then he immediately feels like an ass for thinking it because he shouldn’t want to punish her. He has to fight down the guilty feelings he carries when he gets excited at the thought of spanking Hallie.
He steps up behind her, pulling her back to his front and they embrace under the water for a few glorious minutes before he feels Hallie placing the spoon she still holds into his right hand. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to.
“Honey, you’re trying too hard. You don’t have to prove anything more to me this weekend.”
“Maybe I need to prove something more to myself, Troy. Please.”
Turning her around, he needs to see her eyes. What he finds is guarded excitement and his own cock begins to stir in response. “Are you always this stubborn?”
“Yes. What are you going to do about it?”
“Oh baby, you don’t need to try to pick a fight with me to give me a reason to spank you. If this is what you want, then I can do this for you… for us. It’s just for fun though, so we’ll stop as soon as you’ve had enough. Just tell me to stop, okay?”
She looks conflicted. “Troy, I know myself. I’m going to tell you to stop right away. Aren’t you supposed to give me a safeword or something? I mean that’s what happens in some of the books I’ve read.”
Troy can’t help but laugh. “Great. First my sister and now you. Both of you being corrupted by naughty romance novels.”
“Hey, you should be glad I read those. The good ones really get me going, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, I can imagine. Never fear. I’m not going to take your naughty books away from you, unless you’re naughty yourself. Maybe that could be one of your punishments.”
“Evil man.”
“Safewords are used in more BDSM type scenes. We won’t use a safeword with our domestic discipline, Hallie. You won’t be able to just get out of a punishment with a word or by saying to stop. That’s why it’s so important you know what you’re signing up for in advance so you can give me your consent because I won’t be asking if you agree before every spanking. It’s way too late by then.”
“So what about the non-punishment spankings. What if I want to stop one of those?”
“Well in that case, I guess a safeword would be fine. There are actually several couples in Corbin’s Bend pretty heavy into the BDSM scene. We can talk about that more later.”
She looks settled. “Fine. I choose butterfly.”
“So you have a thing for butterflies, eh? I love the tattoo on your back. I think I’m going enjoy inspecting it often as I have you turned over my knee.”
He detects the shiver that runs through her body at the thought of being over his knee. “Okay, young lady. One funishment coming up. Let’s get cleaned up first.”
Troy spends the next ten minutes spoiling Hallie, selfishly scrubbing her from head to toe, inspecting every inch of her body intimately with his soapy fingers, being careful to bring her close to a climax, but stopping short of allowing her to come. He finishes up washing her hair, massaging her scalp until she’s moaning with pleasure.
When she opens her eyes, he can see her passion shining. He prays he’s reading her right and what he’s about to do only flame
s her fire and doesn’t douse it. She wants to push the envelope, so he’s going to push.
“You feel nice and clean, baby?”
“I’ve never felt so relaxed in all my life. That was amazing.”
“I’m glad. I’m going to finish up in here. I want you to get out and dry yourself off. Then I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me.” He sees she’s about to argue to stay with him in the shower, but he holds up his fingers to shush her. He then reaches down to the bench to grab the now wet spoon.
“Take this with you. When you’re dry, I want you to bend over the end of the bed with this gorgeous ass of yours on display for me. Lay the spoon on the bed next to you where you can see it and I want you to wait for me. I’ll be in when I’m ready.”
Her passion is replaced with panic. “Take a deep breath, Hallie. I’m not going to punish you. Remember, this is just going to be a funishment. I’m layering in some of the other things you can expect when it’s a real punishment. I want you to see how it makes you feel so we can talk about it later. Are you okay or did you change your mind? It’s okay if you did because I never expected to go this far this weekend anyway.”
He’s relieved the panic is gone, but she is undecided. He watches her steel herself. “So I can use my safeword, right?”
“Absolutely.”
She slowly reaches out to take the spoon from his hand. She stands under the water, looking down at that spoon for a torturously long thirty seconds. Troy knows he should put a stop to this. She’s not ready. Then she looks up and he sees the passion is back.
She almost unmans him with her quiet. “Yes, sir.”
Chapter Thirteen
Hallie is shivering as she lays across the end of the king bed, naked and waiting for Troy. She’d love to blame it on the room being too cold, but she knows it’s a mix of anticipation and fear at the heart of her tremble.
She opens her eyes again to take in the sight of the hard wooden spoon only a few inches from her face. She had tested smacking her hand with the spoon before getting into the awkward position. The lightest taps had barely registered, but she had used enough force on her last test to know that Troy could really light up her ass if he wants to.
