by Measha Stone
She started laughing. “It wasn’t like that. It was a strap used to bundle the equipment bags together. He’d been walking past us swinging it, and it accidentally hit my ass. He nearly fainted when he realized what happened.”
Scott sat back and waited for his heart to stop jackhammering in his chest. “You did that on purpose.” He pointed a finger at her.
Her smile widened. Little brat.
“For that you’ve definitely earned a spanking. I had thought we’d wait until we could go through the checklist, but since you were so organized as to give me your list of wants, I think we can proceed.” He moved to the next cushion and patted his thigh. “C’mon, over you go.”
“Over I go?” she asked with wide eyes. Was she expecting some romantic gesture? A rose stuck in her teeth first?
“You’re overthinking and planning this all out in your head,” he accused and tapped her temple. “I don’t have the script you’ve written, and even if I did, I wouldn’t use it. Now, do as I said and lie over my lap or this playful spanking can become a punishment very quickly.”
Her lips parted as she took a surprised breath. Did she really think he would just follow her lead in all of this? Even when she gave over, she still tried to hold the reins. He couldn’t fault her. She’d never been able to hand over control to someone who knew what to do with the power before. But she needed to learn quick that he wasn’t her puppet, and she would get a lot more out of submission if she actually submitted.
Settling back on the couch, he patted his thigh once more. If she was going to bolt, this would be the moment. But she was made of tougher stuff. She unfolded her legs from beneath her and crawled over the cushions until her belly rested on his left thigh and her ass was positioned perfectly over his right.
No way she couldn’t feel his erection pushing against his pants and now her body, but that didn’t matter. Let her know how hard she made him; it wasn’t something he would be able to hide anyway.
“I’m going to pull down your leggings and your panties unless you have objections?” He pushed her gray knit sweater up to get to the elastic band of the leggings.
“Uh. I guess not.” She peered at him over her shoulder. Uncertainty. Would this hurt her, and would she like it?
“If it’s too much, and you want to slow down or pause, you say yellow. If you need me to stop completely, you say red. Both of those are your safewords. You do have control here, Sophie. I won’t do more than you can stand, and I won’t do more than you think you can stand. But at some point, I will push that boundary.” It was his job to push the limits, but never would he break them.
“Okay. Yeah. I know.” She’d turned forward again. He could imagine her squeezing her eyes closed, waiting for the first strike to land. Silly girl.
He peeled her leggings down first, letting her panties stay in position. His little gift to himself, seeing the blush of a woman’s ass cheeks grow beneath the panty lines just before he removed the barrier altogether and got down to serious business.
She’d worn a pair of light-purple cotton panties. Hanes, if he read the elastic band correctly.
“Shit,” she cursed softly.
“Cotton panties are just as sexy as silk, Sophie. When worn on the right woman.” He slid a finger beneath the elastic on her ass cheek and traced it along her flesh. “Fuck your ass is beautiful.” He meant it, too.
She grumbled something, but he didn’t hear it. Probably nothing positive, and definitely something he’d want to really spank her for.
“What was that?” he asked, running his hand in circles over her round.
“I said my ass is big, not beautiful. And I’ve come to terms with that so-ow!” She was cut off by the sharp slap of his hand directly to her thigh. “I wasn’t being negative, just realistic.”
“If I say your ass is beautiful to me—it is. Are you questioning my taste or my opinions?” He rested his hand once more on her ass, readying to deliver another stinging smack if she got cheeky.
She was right that her body had curves, more curves than society felt would make a woman beautiful. But she had a lot more to her than that, and everything wrapped up together created beauty.
“No, I was just stating a fact.”
“You’ve never come across as self-conscious. It’s one of the things I really like about you. Don’t start proving me wrong on that front. I don’t like being proved wrong. And, if you keep it up, I have a fraternity paddle in my closet that will help me show you how much I don’t like it.” He squeezed her ass, loving the feel of her squirming in his lap.
“I’m not. I just—well, call a spade a spade.” She rested her forehead on the couch cushion.
“Your ass is perfect for what I’m about to do to you. Now, if we could get back to your earlier naughtiness of trying to freak me the fuck out with a that track coach bit, it would make things easier.”
“For you,” she mumbled. He couldn’t help but smile, and since she wasn’t looking at him to notice, he gave himself permission to enjoy the bit of sass.
“Feel free to cry out as much as you’d like. My neighbor’s away on vacation,” he said and lifted his hand.
Fucking beautiful. She said nothing at first, as he lightly spanked her bottom. Just the edges around her panty lines. Once the pink blush began, he intensified the swats, getting a little squeal from her. Maybe he was more of a sadist than he could proclaim, but when he smacked her right cheek in the same spot repeatedly and got a groan and squeak from her, his cock pulsated.
He paused the spanking and rubbed the pink flesh while watching her breathe. She wasn’t gasping for air, not like she would be by the time he was finished with her, but she had definitely begun to feel the effects. She rose on her elbows and took several deep breaths.
Without warning, because where would the fun be in that, he grabbed the elastic of her panties and yanked them down to her knees where her leggings were already trapping her legs quite nicely.
“So, do you still think it’s funny to try and get a rise out of me?” he asked, hand poised and ready.
She giggled. Most likely out of nerves, but still, he couldn’t let it go unchecked.
“Oh, I see.”
“No!” She tried to push up. “I didn’t mean to laugh, really!”
“Mmhhm...” He took no pity.
He laid into her ass, leaving no inch of flesh behind. After the first dozen strokes she wiggled as though her ass were on fire, and from the delicious bounce and deep reddening of her cheeks as he continued, it most likely felt like it was.
“Scott,” she breathed, throwing her hand back.
He snatched it and continued to pepper her ass, though he lightened the swats. This was her first spanking, he reminded himself. He paused only a moment to shove her panties and leggings farther down, past her knees.
“Spread your legs a little,” he instructed, rubbing her thighs. He’d left them mostly out of the spanking, but there was a tint of crimson he decided to rub away.
Her thighs parted, and her ass lifted from the new positioning. “Perfect. How do you feel?” he asked, running his tingling hand over the warm flesh of her bottom.
She sniffled. “Hot.”
He chuckled. “I’m not very chilly myself.” He ran his hand to her crease, skimming his fingers just inside the little canal her ass cheeks made until he found her sex. Plump and wet. Perfect.
“How about here. How does this feel?” he asked, lightly tapping her pussy.
“Needy,” she answered with her face buried in her hands. She parted her thighs another half inch and put her ass higher in the air.
“Would you like me to take care of it for you?” he asked, moving his fingers lower and finding her clit.
She loosed a loud moan and wiggled her bottom.
“Sorry, I don’t speak ass wiggle. Can you verbalize?” He pinched her clit, delighting in her hiss.
“Yes. Yes, Scott, please help me.” She still focused her attention ahead of her, n
ot sparing him a glance.
He grazed her clit then moved to her entrance, rimming it with the tip of his middle finger. He’d planned pizza. Talk about kink. Ease into things, maybe a deep soul ripping kiss that would leave them both wanting more. That’s what he planned for them. But there they were, her ass bent over his lap, and his cock bursting at the seam.
He couldn’t wait to taste her. Now that he saw her, really saw what was inside, what could be between them, he didn’t want to waste time beating around the bush. He wanted to dive right in, consume her completely.
He released her hand from the back, and she twisted so she could face him with some ease. “Is it bad if I tell you I want you to fuck me? Or do I have to wait until your cock actually breaks through your jeans to mention it?” She reached between them and ran her hand over the length of his erection.
He sucked in a breath. “I always want to know what you want, but you may not always get it.” He moved her from his lap to kneeling beside him.
“You want my cock?” He moved to stand in front of her and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his dick out and wrapped his hand around the shaft. Just that little bit of pressure was almost too much with her licking her lips and looking at him through lowered lashes.
“Yes, sir.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Please.”
He shoved his jeans down and fisted his cock, bringing it level with her mouth. Keeping her eyes on him, she licked the tip of his dick. He groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Open that mouth of yours,” he ordered. Nice Dom would be taking a break, gentle wouldn’t get either of them where they wanted.
Her response couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Yes, sir.” She parted her lips wide and pushed her tongue out, inviting his cock to enter.
Not that he needed an invitation. He ran the head of his cock back and forth over her tongue, teasing her and sensing the tension building in her body. She wanted him inside her, her mouth her pussy, and he wasn’t just handing it to her. No, she’d have to earn it.
“Wrap your lips around me.” He pushed into her mouth. She didn’t just accept his cock, she pushed toward him, taking him deep. He touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, stuck her tongue out again, and licked the underside of his dick.
He yanked out of her mouth, closing his eyes briefly and taking a breath. “Yeah, fuck. Holy shit,” he panted. “Stand and lie on the couch.” He shoved his jeans down farther and kicked them away. If she wanted him to slow down, she didn’t show it. She bounded into action, doing exactly as he directed.
Once she was standing, he dropped to his knees, grabbed her leggings, and yanked them down to her ankles. He lifted one foot then the other, taking each of her flats and tossing them aside so he could get her leggings off.
“I could have done that,” she said, which he responded to with a sound smack to her ass.
“You can do what I told you to do.” He pointed to the couch.
She climbed onto the couch, parting her legs for him. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor with his jeans.
He slapped the inside of her thigh until she parted her legs more. “Holy fuck,” he said again and grabbed her hips, shifting her ass to the edge.
“Scott, wait, oh, fuck.” He silenced her well enough with a flick of his tongue over her sex. Using his thumbs, he pried her lips open and suckled on her clit.
He slid two fingers into her passage, groaning when her body squeezed them. She panted over him as he began to fuck her with his fingers and continued to lick and nip at her clit. He couldn’t get enough of her. She made the cutest sounds of pleasure that quickly morphed into deep satisfying moans of desire.
Her thighs trembled, and her pussy clenched.
He pulled back, resting his chin just above her clit but still plowing his fingers into her tight pussy. Curling his fingers into a come-here motion, he strove to drive her as wild as she’d driven him.
“No coming yet, Sophie. Not until my cock is buried inside you.”
“Please. Scott. I can’t wait. Please.” She reached down and tried to pull him up by his shoulders, but he laughed and swatted her hands away.
“Patience.” To accentuate his statement, he dragged his fingers out and slowly pushed them back in, licking her clit in the same leisurely fashion.
Her hands fisted on her thighs, and he could hear the frustration in her moans. Her hips lifted from the couch. His girl had been good enough; he should really give her what she was hoping for.
But what was another moment or two?
“I can’t wait. You’re being mean,” she moaned, and he chuckled.
“You haven’t seen mean yet, sweetheart,” he mumbled and sucked her clit hard, removing his fingers from her. She arched her back, and just as he could feel her body getting ready to burst, he sat back on his heels.
She glared down at him, her breath huffing so hard her hair moved from it.
“Oh, are you getting pissed with me?” he asked, not at all worried about it.
“You said you’d help,” she pointed out.
“I am helping,” he promised, readjusting her on the couch to make room for him. “I’m helping teach you that you’ll get rewarded when you obey and be completely disappointed when you try to force me to give you something.”
He lined the tip of his dick up with her pussy. Keeping his gaze linked with hers, he slowly began to push forward. Her mouth opened, her hands unfisted and he gripped his shoulders. She looked ready to punch him, he tormented her so well. He almost hoped she would lose her patience, and he could plow into her and take what he wanted. Leaving her unfulfilled would be a perfect punishment for trying to rush him.
But this was their first time, and as happy the sadistic side of him would be to see her pout from being denied, he wanted to hear his name on her lips more. He wanted her yelling and cursing and writhing from the force of her orgasm.
He fit inside of her perfectly, like her pussy had been molded for him. A shiver ran through her body, coursing through to him.
Gripping her hips, he leaned forward, crushing her mouth with his. The first kiss usually happened before the first fucking, but nothing with Sophie went according to his plans so far. She melted beneath him as he rocked forward, fucking her slowly at first then picking up speed and force as she wrapped her hands around his neck and intensified the kiss.
“Fuck,” he breathed when he pulled back from their kiss. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
Nothing felt better. Breathing was not what kept him alive at that moment. It was her body, it was her.
“I can’t. Please. Scott, I can’t wait.” She begged, pulling her legs back farther.
“Oh fuck, baby.” He threw his head back. “Fucking come.”
Her first scream of release drowned out his grunting as he thrust forward again and again, until his body clenched and released hard. Her hands were still on his shoulders, her nails biting into him. Her pussy squeezed him, milking every last drop of his release from his body.
Once his chest stopped heaving, and the heated air between their bodies began to cool down, he pressed his forehead to hers.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
“You say that a lot,” she whispered back.
“I blame you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and eased himself off her then reached for his shirt on the floor and cleaned her best he could.
“Your shirt.” She tried to pull it away from him.
“It’s just a shirt, Sophie,” he assured her. Once he was satisfied, he picked up her panties-and-legging combo and separated the items before handing them to her.
He pulled on his jeans and shoved his shoes under the coffee table, before sitting back on the couch and wrapping her in his arms. She’d barely gotten her pants back on, and he was kissing her again. She tasted perfect. A little like salt and honey.
“Scott.” She pulled away, pushing her hair behind her ears.
“You’re ringing.” She gestured to the vibrating phone on the coffee table.
He smiled. “You just can’t relax, can you?”
“Oh, I’m very relaxed, right now. Too relaxed, really.” She pressed her head to his chest. “But it could be the precinct, and my phone is all the way in the hallway in my purse.” She waved a hand in that general direction with obvious feigned exhaustion.
He laughed. How could he not?
“Okay.” She shifted off him, and he went for his phone. The call had rolled to voice mail already, so he clicked on the icon to bring up the message.
“Scott. I left a message for Sophie, too. We’ve got a guy down here confessing to the James murder. Call me back.”
He shoved the phone into his back pocket. A confession?
“That was Captain Peterson. Someone has been kind enough to confess to Susan James’s murder.”
She scrambled off the couch. “What? Who? We need to get down there.” She shoved her feet into her flats and combed her fingers through her hair.
“Let me just grab a shirt, and we’ll go. My car’s in the garage downstairs.”
“What? No. I’ll go, you wait five minutes then go. We can’t walk in together,” she said, speed walking around the couch. “Do I have that freshly fucked look?” she asked, pausing at the mirror on the wall to check.
He laughed. “No, but if you don’t slow down, you’ll have that freshly spanked look.”
“You can’t joke like that. We’re on the clock.” She grabbed her purse. “Remember, wait five minutes then go.” She threw her purse over her shoulder, fisted her coat, and was out the door before he could grab his shoes.
Two steps forward, one tiny one back. Still. It was progress.
Chapter 8
“At least you waited for me to get here.” Scott trekked up to Sophie. She eyed him as he stalked toward her from across the station. Being close to ten in the evening, the desks were empty.
She stood from the desk she sat at with her cup of coffee. She had stopped in the bathroom as soon as she arrived to brush out her hair and pull it back into a tight bun, making sure there weren’t any physical tells that she’d just been fucked.
