Turning the Tables

by Joan Kilby

  “Getting bolder, are we?” he asked, his voice husky. “Let’s see what’s under that pretty blouse.” He flipped open a button. And another. The rosy flush had spread down her neck and across her chest, tinging her lush breasts above a lacy red bra. His cock strained at the zipper of his pants. “What do we have here? The straight-laced librarian has a hidden naughty side to her. You’re not such a good girl after all, are you?”

  Her eyelids lowered. “I’ve been bad, actually. Really bad.”

  Was she admitting something? He decided to treat it as part of the fantasy. “You have been bad. You need to be spanked.”

  She startled, glanced at the ruler leaning against his desk. “Is it really necessary?”

  “With my hand.” Jeez, he didn’t want to actually hurt her. “Don’t you want to go deeper, find out what how much fun being bad can be?” She nodded but her tongue darted out in a nervous lick to moisten her lips. “Don’t be scared.”

  She raised her chin and met his gaze directly. “I’m not scared. I want you to do it.”

  “Then turn around.”

  Obediently, she turned and bent over the desk, pulling up her skirt till it was bunched around her waist, revealing skimpy red lace panties barely covering her smooth round ass. “Like this?”

  For a moment, he couldn’t find his voice. If he leaned forward he could move aside that scrap of lace and lick her… “No, I’m going to spank you on my lap.” His hand itched to touch that silky olive skin, to see the red rise to the surface of her cheeks, to make her feel the sting…and love it. “Take the skirt off.”

  He pushed his chair out from the desk until he was backed against the filing cabinet. Still facing away from him, and saucier than any librarian he’d ever encountered, she slowly pulled down her zipper and pushed the fabric over her hips, bending to give him another mouth-watering view. Then she took off her blouse and positioned herself across his parted legs. A long stretch of bare flesh extended from her hips to her bra line, revealing the indentation of her vertebrae. She planted her elbows on his thigh, squeezing her breasts between her arms, then twisted her head to glance up at him with the sexiest smile he’d ever seen. “Do your worst.”

  He curved his palm around the ripe, fleshy mound of one cheek, feeling the rasp of lace and the firm, resilient flesh beneath his fingertips. Slowly, he moved his hand in a circular motion, enjoying the sight of the dark crevice between her cheeks opening and closing. His cock was painfully hard, his breathing shallow. Then without warning he raised his hand and brought it down sharply. Smack. A rosy blush spread in the imprint of his palm. She moaned a little and wriggled, moving her breasts against his thigh. It was almost unbearably erotic.

  “Are you sorry for being a bad girl?” he said in a guttural whisper, blowing cool air on the hot slap mark and soothing it with his fingers. He was winging it now. Somehow their original game of “bad boy ruining the prissy librarian” had segued into her being the naughty one. He’d tried to stay in character, but the lust factor was taking over.

  “I like being bad,” she said, all low and sultry. Her accent was killing him. “I’m not sorry.”

  “Then I’m going to have to spank you again.”

  Taunting and sassy, she smiled at him, only her eyes visible over the luscious curve of her upper arm. Did it matter who she was in the real world when she was here with him, the sexiest woman he’d ever known? Whoever she was, she kept coming back for more. Giving it to her would be his pleasure.

  He spanked her again, on the other cheek. She arched her back and then lifted her butt as if to give him better access. Again he struck, a bit harder, eliciting a gasp and then a sigh. He alternated between spanks and a light massage, getting a rhythm going until she was moaning in ecstasy, her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip. When Luke was so turned on he couldn’t take anymore he reached beneath her to unzip and give his aching cock some relief from the pressure of his pants. He stroked himself a couple of times and pushed the fingers of his other hand between her cheeks to find her slick, swollen folds. The head of his cock dragged against her bare belly, smearing a bead of liquid across her skin.

  “Have you had enough, you bad girl?” His index finger circled her clitoris then dipped lower to enter her. She was so wet for him. And hot. And tight. He ached to be inside her, fucking her brains out. “Or do I need to teach you a lesson?”

  She went still. “What kind of lesson?”

  “First, call me, sir.”

  “Sirrrr.” She dragged the last word out like a smart ass. Those rolled R’s. Oh, God.

  “I’m going to teach you to say please when you want something. I’m going to make you beg.”

  “Don’t expect me to change my ways.” Her tone was haughty, but her eyes held a spark of curiosity.

  “Get up.” He helped her to a standing position with her back to him, between his legs. His zipper was all the way down, his cock fully upright, hard and pulsing. “Bend over the desk.”

  Slowly, tantalizingly, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the wood. He dragged her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off and spread her legs. Her pussy was at eye level, ripe red and glistening. Tempting him to taste her. Gripping her butt he leaned forward and licked her, shooting his tongue forward to flick her clitoris. Her rear end swayed and lifted higher, giving him better access. He let go of her ass with one hand and found a breast, dragging her top down to expose the bare flesh to his touch. Caressing and molding, he squeezed her nipple to a hard peak as his tongue continued to tease, licking and circling till she was moaning.

  “I want you inside me, Luke,” she whispered. It was the first time she’d spoken his name through the whole exchange. It almost undid him.

  His erection throbbed and the urge to plunge into her became almost impossible to resist. He fumbled in a side drawer on his desk for a condom and put it on. Then he stood up and positioned the head of his cock against her opening. “Tell me again, what do you want?”

  “I want you inside me, fucking me.” Her breathing was harsh, shallow.

  He rubbed his cock back and forth in her groove, almost penetrating but then backing away before she could push back and take him in. “What do you say?”

  “Please, Luke. Please fuck me.”

  “Now, my little librarian, I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing. You’re going to love what I do to you.” He gripped her hips and pushed into her, slowly and deliberately, savoring the exquisite sensation of stretching her and her gripping him, tight and hot as he penetrated deeper and deeper. He withdrew and did it again. He was at the ragged end of his control, more turned on than ever before in his life.

  “Faster,” she panted. “I’ll be a good girl now.”

  “No, it’s too late for that,” he panted. “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. The way you want to be fucked.”

  He started to pump, hard and fast. He was bent over her, his face buried in her hair, breathing her scent. One hand was splayed across her breasts, the other over her mound, forming a buffer between her and his pounding cock. With every thrust he pushed her clit against his fingers. She’d started out matching his thrusts but then his movement became too strong and now she braced her hands against the desk and held on.

  “Oh, that’s good. Yes. Yes.” She was rocking against the desk. The desk legs banged on the carpeted floor. Papers slid off in a heap, pens scattered. “You make me feel so…good.”

  Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on another second, she let out a half-shriek, half-moan and went limp in his arms. His whole body shuddered with one last, hard thrust and then he exploded into her, his hips pumping reflexively as he emptied himself.

  Gently sliding out of her, he got rid of the condom and sank into the chair, pulling her onto his lap to wrap his arms around her. After the intensity of their lovemaking, speaking was too much effort. And unnecessary. Silently, she curled into him, soft and warm and compliant, and lifted her mouth to be k
issed. Luke accommodated her in a long, luxurious melding of lips and tongues. Contentment seeped through every cell of his body. If he could have made this moment last an eternity he would have.

  A knock sounded at the door. He sighed. Back to the real world.

  “Luke, sorry to disturb,” Rosie called through the closed door. “The liquor rep is here. Should I send him away?”

  “I’ll be out in a minute,” he called to Rosie. “Give him a beer and tell him to sit tight.”

  “I have to go anyway.” Tina pressed a final brief kiss to his jaw and started to unfold herself from his lap. Then she paused and tilted her head, regarding him seriously. “Do you…do this kind of thing a lot? The librarian, the cowboy…”

  “Oh, you mean role-playing?” He chuckled and shook his head. Tenderly he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re my first time.”

  “Good.” She gave a small, satisfied smile. “Me too.” Then she rose and picked her trench coat off the floor.

  Luke pulled his pants back up. “Are you free at six o’clock?”

  “Um, possibly. Why?”

  He pulled her back into his arms and pressed kisses to her temple. “I’d like you to see my kids play hockey. We have a game tonight. If we win this, we’re through to the playoffs.”

  Her smile glowed. “I would love to see the bambini. Text me the address. I’ll meet you there.” She buttoned and tied her coat and finger combed her hair. “Don’t come out with me. I’ll sneak out the way I came.”

  She slipped out the door, and Luke released his breath. Whatever that role playing had really been about, there was nothing fake about her desire and her response to him.

  Chapter Eight

  Tina got Frank to drop her a block away from the hockey arena, just in case Luke happened to be outside when she arrived. She’d checked online to see what women wore to a hockey arena so she could blend in, not stand out. And while she was dressed too warmly for the muggy weather outside, once inside where it was a good twenty degrees cooler, she was glad of her cable knit cardigan, jeans, and boots.

  She was supposed to be at a cocktail party, but her curiosity about Luke had won over her better judgment. She wanted to know more about the kids that meant so much to him. Plus she was curious about what he did when he wasn’t working at his bar—or making her come her brains out.

  Her butt still tingled pleasantly from his spanking. Just when she thought their passion couldn’t get hotter, he ignited a flame that set her off like a rocket. Being in the public eye so much meant she rarely stepped “outside the box,” but with Luke she was doing things she’d never tried with other men. Partly, her anonymity made her feel safe enough to be sexually daring, but mostly it was Luke himself. She loved that the things they did together were special to them. Her instincts told her he wouldn’t hurt her.

  On the other hand, her instincts had been wrong before. She really needed to remember that when she started getting sentimental about him. This afternoon in his office she’d been on the brink of telling him everything. Every word she spoke—and each of his replies—seemed to have double meaning. The lie was making her crazy with guilt, but the freedom to lose herself in sex play was intoxicating. Addictive. Now she worried that if she lost that ability to be so free she wouldn’t be the woman he thought he was with, the woman he liked and lusted after.

  She paused next to the concession stand and scanned the arena. Out on the rink, a man rode a big machine around, turning the roughened ice into a glistening smooth surface. The bleachers were dotted with parents and siblings, with more people arriving in a steady stream past the concession stand.

  Luke was mid-rink, crouched before a group of boys about seven or eight years old in red and blue hockey uniforms. He wore a dark blue sweater over a white t-shirt and jeans with sneakers and his dark blond hair was ruffled. The children looked so small in their bulky padded uniforms, holding helmets and hockey sticks across their laps.

  He glanced her way and raised a hand in greeting. Tina began to walk down to them on a hard rubber floor scored by thousands of ice skates. She stopped a few feet away so as not to interrupt his pep talk. Luke spoke to the children with passion, conveying his utter belief in their ability to win the game. And if not win, to play their absolute best. The kids gazed at him with rapt attention, with adoration, hanging on his every word, clearly inspired and determined.

  Some weren’t obviously disabled, but for others, their physical challenges were all too apparent. One boy with a shock of bright red hair and freckles sat in a wheel chair while another tall, blond boy wore metal braces on both legs. Another child with brown hair falling in his eyes clutched his padded gloves with short, malformed arms. There was a boy with Down Syndrome and one with eyeglasses so thick he had to be almost blind. The others she couldn’t tell why they were on this particular team yet they must have had their own challenges. Her heart went out to them.

  Moms and dads and siblings were clustered up and down the bleachers. A blond woman sat separate from the rest. Her chain store clothes were several years out of date and her boots worn and scuffed. But spread over the shoulders of her fleece jacket, beautifully pressed and artfully arranged, was a Borlenghi scarf in shades of green and gold.

  Luke’s sister, Stella. Her presence gave Luke another dimension, one at odds with his hot shot world of champagne and fancy restaurants. It was like looking through a peephole into a secret room in his life. What else was in there?

  The children piled their hands on top of each other in the middle of the circle, chanted a cheer and then threw their hands up with a roar.

  Stella shot to her feet and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Good luck, kids!”

  Luke opened the gate that led onto the ice. “Okay, gang, skate a few laps and warm up. Michael, you’re in goal. Timmy, practice your shots.”

  One by one, the kids clumped off the benches and onto the ice. The boy with the braces on his legs fell almost immediately but he got straight back up, given a hand by another child.

  Tina drew closer to the group of parents, wondering if she should introduce herself to Stella or take a seat on her own. Before she could decide Luke came up to meet her, stepping over the wooden seats two at a time. He was clearly in high spirits, and he looked wonderful. The hair at his temples was damp and steam rose off his jersey, evoking the energy and athleticism of his old profession.

  He kissed her cheek and then drew back, smiling. “You came.”

  “For you, every time,” she said and winked. “You look happy.”

  “I always feel great when I’m at the rink with the kids. No matter what, they just keep trying. They’re so inspiring.” His proud gaze followed them moving awkwardly around the rink as if they were Olympic athletes and not children, some of whom could barely stay on their feet.

  Tina nodded to the blonde. “Are you going to introduce me to your sister?”

  “Sure. Come on.” Taking her hand he led her over. “Stella, this is Tina. Tina, my sister.”

  “Pleased to meet you.” Tina leaned in for her usual European kiss on both cheeks and then impulsively gave Stella a hug.

  Stella blushed. “It’s so nice to meet you. Luke told me all about you.”

  “Oh?” Tina raised an eyebrow at Luke. There wasn’t that much to tell except for their sexual encounters. Surely he wouldn’t confide those to his sister.

  “I mentioned you worked at the boutique,” Luke explained.

  “He said you helped him pick out this scarf.” Stella smoothed one corner proudly. “It’s the nicest thing I’ve ever owned. Matches my eyes.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” Tina turned to the rink. “Which is your son?”

  “The boy in the wheel chair.”

  “Ah.” Tina watched red-headed Timmy send a slap shot down the ice. “He’s good.” She turned back to Stella. “You must be proud of him.”

  “He’s a little trooper, let me tell you.” Stella’s face lit. “He wasn’t doing s
o well though until Luke started taking him out to the ice.”

  “Excuse me, ladies. I need to get back to my team,” Luke said.

  “Wait.” Stella turned to her brother and lowered her voice. “Mom says she’s been trying to call you, but you don’t reply. I know you’re still pissed but all that shit was a long time ago.”

  “Is it?” Luke’s voice tensed up. “How can you be sure it’s not still going on?”

  Tina edged away and kept her gaze averted, but she couldn’t help but overhear.

  “It’s her birthday,” Stella continued. “Just call her.”

  “I’m not going to discuss this here.” He leaned over and gave Tina a squeeze on the arm. “I’ll catch up with you during the break.” Then he ran down to the box.

  “Sorry, family stuff. Have a seat.” Stella patted the wooden bench next to her. “You a hockey fan?”

  “I’ve never seen the game played live, but I’m looking forward to learning about it.”

  The other team came on the ice to warm up, and they were just as endearing as Luke’s team, trying just as hard. The referee in his black and white striped shirt and black pants blew his whistle and dropped the puck on center ice.

  Luke coached from the sidelines. Stella kept a running commentary, explaining what was happening play by play. The kids skated hard despite their handicaps. Tina winced every time they slammed into the boards. Once when Timmy and another boy in a wheel chair locked wheels after crashing into each other, the other boy got angry and started to raise his stick. Stella was on her feet in an instant, ready to go to her son’s defense. Before the referee could even blow his whistle, Timmy said something that made the boy laugh and lower his stick. By the time Luke and the other coach had pried the chairs apart, the boys were chatting like best buds.

  “Luke doesn’t let the kids fight,” Stella confided, sitting again. “Just because the pros do it is no excuse, he says.”