by Maren Smith
He chuckled softly. “That’s the problem with lies, little girl. They’re impossible to keep up with. Now, let’s finish these dishes and watch the movie we didn’t get to yesterday.”
“Wait…” she interrupted in a panic. “Aren’t you going to spank me, too? I mean, I was just as guilty as Claudia, and you spanked her. I heard it.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “You used your belt.”
Declan pulled her into his arms. “Claire. I need you to understand this, so make sure you ask all the questions you need, okay? We can’t be on two different pages here.” She nodded numbly, convinced they’d lost something irrevocably special and a lost sob choked out of her. “I love to play here,” he continued, gently rubbing her cheek. “I love the games, the paddles, the clamps, the bondage, all of it. I love seeing a woman squirm under my touch, open to me, waiting for me to please her. I love watching her face as the moment of orgasm washes over her, but there’s a lot more to a serious relationship than good sex. I think we need to start fresh. Right here, right now.”
“Start fresh? I don’t understand. Do you mean you want something different?”
“I want what you want,” he spoke softly, pushing the hair behind her ears. “I care about you. I want to see where this relationship takes us and no matter how much I love coming to the Crystal Cabin, I want more between us than a few BDSM toys and games.”
She shook her head as she failed to suppress her grin. “And I want a spanking, for fuck’s sake. Just how naughty does a girl have to be around here, anyway? I lied, I cheated, I disobeyed you, I…”
“You laughed when I fell in the mud,” he added with a fake frown.
“Actually, that was all Claudia. You threw her in the water. I was a good girl and listened to you. But wait,” she said as she snapped her fingers. “There’s more…”
She jumped off the couch, and he followed her down the hall to the powder room. Taking the toilet tank lid off the back, she handed him the soggy manila envelope. “I took your papers and hid them from you. I lied about my name, my family. I lied to my parents to get more money for the auction. I lied about the camper and my grandmother being sick. She’s actually in Vegas right now, by the way. And those papers, they were full of lies too. It says I was a thirty-something-year-old tax attorney from Seattle, so I lied even if I didn’t really know it.”
“What else was in here anyway?” he said with a frown, tentatively holding the pages by the corner as the water trickled back into the toilet. “Couldn’t you just have destroyed the single page?”
“I’m a terrible liar,” she added innocently. “And… it was me who laughed when you fell in the mud. See, even my lies have lies…”
A tiny twitch formed at the corner of his mouth. “Are you asking me to paddle you, Claire?”
“Declan, I don’t ever want you to stop paddling me, or playing here at the Crystal Cabin, or introducing me to new sensations. There’s just one thing I’m saying no to…”
He lifted his chin slightly. “And what is your demand, princess?”
“We are never, ever going to play with Claudia. I’ll play with anybody else you pick. But not Claudia. Deal?”
For the first time all evening, he laughed out loud as he pulled her closer. “That’s a deal, but there are a lot of ways to punish you that don’t involve a paddle. Since I’m controlling this scene, let’s see what I can do, right now.”
She shuddered happily, until she realized what she’d just agreed to and her clit ignited with a spark that she felt all the way to her toes.
Chapter Twelve
Straddling her body, he slipped the blue sweater over her head to reveal two perfectly round breasts. His scent, so wondrously close, connecting them on a deeper level than mere sight, caused her fingertips to involuntarily run through his hair, but he scolded, “Where did I teach you to put those hands?”
With a grin, she clasped her hands behind her head and arched her back, knowing that the physical image would heighten his arousal, and he pulled her even closer until she could feel the length of his cock on her inner thigh, her insides quivering as the blood flowed directly to her clit. His mouth closed over a swollen areola to send a jolt throughout her body and the aching precipice drew even closer.
“Downstairs, my pet,” he roared, flinging her over his shoulder with a firm spank to her jean-clad bottom. Hands flailing in a futile attempt to balance herself, her tingling breasts burrowed into his soft t-shirt while she squealed with delight. He took her to a different space in the dungeon than the previous day and set her on her feet, but the equipment was just as confusing as their first experience.
“I feel like this at the gym,” she said with a shudder. “I never can figure out where to put my arms and legs in these things.”
“All that really matters is that I understand them, so…” Unbuttoning her jeans, he dropped them in a puddle to the floor, the aching gap between her pink lacy panties demanding appeasement. Without thinking, she moved to her knees and started to unsnap his jeans. “As much as I like you at that level, little girl,” he groaned as he slipped out of his t-shirt, “we’ve just gotten started. Remember, this is going to be a punishment.”
“You’re losing your touch, buddy,” she mumbled. “There isn’t a whip or a paddle in sight, and this is about as far from a punishment as I can imagine.”
“Taunting your dom is a bad idea. And there are many ways to punish a submissive that don’t include a paddle.”
He helped her to her feet before teasing his hand down the front of her panties to locate her wet entrance, tickling the swelling bud resting in its small cocoon. Her knees buckled under his newest torture, but he caught her in his arms and slid her panties to her ankles where she desperately worked to kick them as far as they would go. She needed to be naked. She needed to find the primal place where her only goal in life was to release the ache building, growing, taking over her thoughts.
Settling her on the seat of the awkward-looking bench to face him, he tickled her inner thighs to spread her legs. She was a good four feet off the floor and precariously balanced, but damned if the seat wasn’t at a perfect height for her pussy to meet his cock, her bottom barely resting on the narrow ledge. Restraining each wrist into leather cuffs, he firmly fastened them to the new equipment and forced her to bend her knees with two extenders, pulling them wide like some twisted stirrups at the gynecologist’s office. After fastening her ankles, he took two additional straps and tied her thighs to the machine. She wouldn’t be moving anything, and his huge body could fit perfectly between her bound legs.
“Do you know what kind of pressure I can build inside of you?” he said, running his fingers lightly along her inner thighs. “You won’t ever lie to me again.” Her bottom wiggled, but tied, restrained, and vulnerable, a thin layer of sweat joined the growing wetness on her inner thighs, and each caress to her over-sensitized body fed the firestorm steeping from her swollen sex.
“Just fuck me with something. Put your cock inside me.”
“You still haven’t learned any patience, have you, darling?” he asked casually as he rummaged through the drawers to find a decorative pair of clamps. Pinching and prodding each rigid nipple, he waited until she whimpered before he fastened the silver and gold beads to her breasts. The empty ache had been so overwhelming, the pain from the clamp was almost a welcome distraction.
He left her side for a long few minutes, the air tickling her skin, and her anxiety grew. When he returned with a small set of personal clippers, he proceeded to shave every hair between her legs. The vibrating machine added to her angst, but it was his warm hand brushing firmly against his handiwork that increased her erotic urgency. “I want this soft and clean from now on. It’s so much better to play with this way,” he said firmly.
If she’d been released from his damned toy, she would have bitten him, clawed him, pulled his hair. Anything to stop the pressure. Spreading the folds of her labia open, he grinned when she gasped at the exp
osure, the cool air flowing over the swollen nub. Two more clamps pinched the soft skin, and he pulled before attaching the chains to her thighs, exposing the deep pink of her swollen pussy and adding an entirely new dimension to her sensational overload.
With long luxurious strokes, he slid along her channel, gathering even more wetness until the friction grew, a soft and slippery layer of need, his thumb focused on the apex of her sex. When her breath turned to slow steady pants, he stopped as quickly as he started. “Too close, little girl. You haven’t learned your lessons, yet.”
“I… I can’t do this. It’s too much. Please, give me something… to stop…”
He tapped her chin until she realized her eyes had been closed. “Eyes on me,” he demanded. His strong, powerful gaze settled on her, but all she could see were the flecks of blue magma lighting up his eyes. He grinned, then gently blew on her swollen, exposed nub. The effect triggered a sensual overreaction that burned from some unknown source, and she cried out with sheer, carnal need, but there was no turning away.
She didn’t want teasing; she didn’t want air. She wanted to be taken, and she wanted to be taken hard. She needed to be touched, fucked. Her vagina clamped while all the muscles in her core tightened under the pressure, but the driving force continued to build.
Released from the clamp, her breast embraced the pain as the blood rushed back in a torrent. His smooth, wet mouth enveloped the sensitive nipple before moving down to her belly. Slowly, methodically, he continued to take tiny nips, teasing her clit in circles with his right hand. His tongue moved toward the apex of her sex, closer to his rotating fingers, but he refused to connect the two, leaving it up to her imagination to fill the gap.
When her panting returned, he stopped a second time to grasp her pussy, and the firm pressure on her clit refocused her to the present. She tried to fight him, but a single flick of his nail against her swollen nub was magnified by a thousand as she screamed in frustration, but he calmly scolded, “Wait for this, little girl.”
Each chiseled muscle remained just out of her reach, and she futilely fought her restraints to reach him. There was a pause, and he leaned forward to steal a kiss, but she was ready, hungry for his intrusion. With all of her resources focused on the firestorm brewing inside of her, she nipped his lower lip. He instantly slapped her swollen cunt with a sharp correction, and she cried out, but the deep pain was a welcome relief.
“I think you need a little more education, pet,” he scolded.
“Fucking stop doing… this. I… just let me come…”
He knelt in front of her to tease her inner thigh with more maddening, tiny nibbles, but when his tongue tickled her slit, she gasped, so smooth… so necessary. Sliding along her channel from her deep opening to her swollen nub of nerves, his hot, wet contribution caused her to throw her head back and moan, his fingers teasing the entrance to her vagina. Back and forth, he gathered more of her wetness until he finally entered with his middle finger. His teeth pulled on her sex, sucking, long, lean fingers fucking her as deeply as he could reach.
“Now, before I go any further, are you ever, ever going to lie to me again?”
“No, no, sir,” she stumbled over her own tongue.
His long, fluid attentions were replaced with a vigorous, rubbing punishment to her clit, and her entire body finally released its painful pressure with a hurricane force; waves of erotic ecstasy fighting from her soul, rolling in a powerful, overwhelming climax until she could no longer focus on her physical surroundings.
Without warning, his cock was there. Sheathed and ready to go, he thrust into her, hard. His groin met hers as the contractions continued to sweep through her body. He filled her fully before pulling back and thrusting a second time. Sliding along her wet slit, he moved in and out, his balls spanking her bottom, his lean body rubbing her inner thighs and his release coming while she struggled through her own hazy world of pleasure.
* * *
Early the next morning, they walked hand in hand to his motorcycle, the morning dew delicately decorating the grasses and trees and another amazing sunrise exploding over the lake in a mirror of color. After picking up his car, they planned on buying some groceries and new clothes for Claire before heading out to his cabin.
“It’s not the Crystal Cabin, but it’s isolated, beautiful, and it’s home,” he’d explained.
“I’ve never really tried fishing,” she admitted. “But as long as you put the worm on for me, I’ll be fine.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s fly fishing, Claire.” She stared in confusion and he mumbled, “Never mind, we’ll work on it.”
They’d also spent the morning making long-term plans. Her desire to return to school to get the EMT certificate; his plan to buy a small house halfway between Big Banks and Missoula so they both had an easy commute. “And we need to visit your family at Christmas,” she insisted, lowering her voice to a gruff imitation of his. “No more of this, ‘My mom has a good life without me.’”
“Cheeky thing, aren’t you,” he said, lowering his chin.
“Damn, Kennedy,” she groaned. “I told you to stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asked honestly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “That’s the part that’s really scary.”
“Fine, but you’ve got to let me call Tim before you tell him about us. He deserves to hear about this from me.”
“Seriously?” Claire laughed. “You really think Claudia hasn’t already told everybody who would listen? I’m thinking the kid who checks out the groceries at the supermarket knows you and I are dating. That’s what part of a big family is, bud. No privacy, ever.”
He stuck his chin out in a little defiance. “Never?”
“Nope,” she said delightedly. “You will never again be able to spend a single holiday volunteering to work. The rest of the Ladder 54 guys are going to just have to suck it up, and do a few holiday shifts themselves.”
He pulled her close with a sigh, and she snuggled under his chin. They stayed that way for a few seconds longer before he mumbled, “I think I can work with that.” With a firm tap on her nose, he fastened her into the extra bike helmet he’d found in the garage. With her arms firmly around his middle, they drove down the long driveway toward home with the shadow of the Crystal Cabin framing their path.
The End
A Hero for Lauren
By
Felicity Brandon
Chapter One
She was so damn hot. Excited sweat drenched her body, and Lauren squirmed against the bondage, almost as though she was trying to resist it. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought she was in distress, but he knew she wasn’t. Far from it, she was heady with arousal as she writhed like a serpent over the muscular thighs of Assistant Chief Anderson, but he only chuckled as he held her in place.
What a vision she was. Young, blonde, and slender, Lauren ticked all of his boxes, but it was more than that. Lauren needed to yield. She needed to give herself to a man like him, and he was the lucky bastard about to claim her.
He raised his right palm again and brought it crashing down over her pert little behind. The sound of the impact resonated around them and, if he wasn’t wrong, it vibrated all the way through her gorgeous little body, sparking a fire in her sex. She gasped at the strike, but then offered him a small moan as her hips rolled backwards. This was all he needed. Her body was begging him to carry on, even if her mouth wasn’t able to comply just yet.
Blake spanked her again, his left hand holding her bound wrists in place in the small of her back. He glanced down at her face to see how she was doing. Pressed into the soft bedding, half of Lauren’s expression was obscured, but he made out one flushed cheek, her eye squeezed shut.
“Are you okay?” His words were stern, but he meant to offer her a life raft should she need one. “Do you want to me to continue?”
She wriggled over him, hardening the length
of his cock beneath his pants. “Yes, Sir,” she panted. “Yes, please carry on…”
Blake smiled. Lauren clearly wanted this spanking. She’d had it coming a very long time, and it seemed she was fit to burst with the burden of it. That was okay… Blake Anderson was the type of man who could carry a burden, no problem at all. He raised his palm again, sending it crashing down over her upturned, exposed cheeks. The groaning woman over his lap responded beautifully, engorging his cock further.
Yes, Lauren needed this, but then, he needed it, too. Perhaps this is what they’d both needed for a long time…
* * *
Lauren awoke with a gasp. Sitting bolt upright in bed, she clutched a fistful of sheet against her heaving breasts. Dammit, it had been a dream. Only a dream… She fell back against her covers with exasperation, yet all the while the pulse at her core kept its steady and insistent beat between her legs. In less than two days she was set to meet Blake again for real, the first time since she’d laid eyes on him at the auction. Between now and then, she would have to find some freaking composure.
Chapter Two
It had been five weeks since the auction. Five weeks since she’d had the audacity to accompany Emma and seize the chance for a night with Blake Anderson. Lauren had stayed with Emma for the month after the black-tie event, and just about every night since then she’d dreamt about him. Each was a vivid fantasy of what their date would be like, and always climaxed with the spanking she’d envisaged since she was a teenager.
Lauren inhaled, squeezing her eyes shut as she fought to get control of herself. The date was today, and just the realization of it made her tremble, as a potent mixture of trepidation and excitement gripped her belly. Of course, she’d arrived at the cabin ridiculously early, desperate not to be late. Letting herself in with the key Sophie had arranged, Lauren found the large, open-plan lounge area. She barely recognized it from the busy auction night. The cabin may be made predominantly of wood, but this was a light and airy space.
