by Golden Angel
Leaning forward, he kissed her. Gently. Lovingly. His fingers curling around hers.
When he pulled away, she gave him a slightly watery smile, moisture glistening in her eyes. "So can we do this spanking thing and get to the good stuff?"
He laughed. "We could skip the spanking thing, you know. As a special treat. Just for tonight."
"No, no," she said, shaking her head as she repositioned herself on the desk, her voice teasing. "I'm already here, might as well do this."
Shaking his head, Jared ran his hand over the pert cheeks of her bottom, already knowing that any chance of this being anything but a fun spanking was out the window. Still, he was going to enjoy turning her pale skin pink.
SMACK!
******
Maybe it was just because she was riding so high emotionally, but Jared's swats barely even registered as pain. And he wasn't being that gentle with her. But Leigh was still reeling from their first 'I love you’s. That had been unexpected. Wonderful. Funny. Angel was going to laugh her ass off, but to Leigh it was perfect. She loved that Jared hadn't been able to hold back his emotions, that he'd just had to say the words even though he hadn't meant to. At least, he hadn't meant to yet.
SMACK!
Leigh gasped as his big hand came down on the tops of her thighs, dead center, which meant that his palm caught her pussy lips too. Immediately that whole area started to tingle, a sudden rush of warmth following right behind the initial sting.
This definitely wasn't a punishment spanking, but she was okay with that. She didn't feel guilty anymore.
And Jared was still turning her bottom pink anyway. Just not a very dark pink. They were both too worked up and she knew it. Every time his hand came down, her hips wagged, up and down and side to side, wanting more from him. Needing more contact.
Leigh liked this position because she could look up at him without craning her neck and see the way his dark eyes were lustfully focused on her ass. How his lips parted as his breathing quickened with excitement. The front of his pants were tightly strained over his hard cock, making her whimper as she actually began to salivate at the thought of having him inside of her... taking him like this, while she was bent over and vulnerable, her hands gripping the edge of the desk and effectively immobilizing her. She could let go of course, but it turned her on more to hold them exactly in place. She just had to be careful as gripping the edge too hard made it dig into her recently healed hand.
SMACK!
Whimpering, Leigh arched her back as her inner muscles clenched. The skin of her bottom felt hot to the touch and that heat was sliding inside of her, making her needy with arousal. She lifted her head up, giving Jared an enticing look, her desire hot in her eyes.
Maintaining eye contact, Jared slid his fingers down her pink cheeks, his fingers delving between her pussy lips. Her eyes widened as he circled her clit with his finger, touching her so intimately while holding her gaze with his own... it was really fucking hot.
A slow smile spread across his lips as she wiggled, trying to angle for more pressure against her swollen nub.
"Jar-ed," she whined, drawing out his name so that it was two distinct syllables instead of the smoothly run together way it was actually pronounced.
Chuckling, he withdrew his hand and patted her bottom as he moved to stand behind her. Excitement swelled as he positioned himself, heard the rasp of fabric as he dropped his pants.
"Alright you naughty little thing," he said, although there was no condemnation in his voice. It was practically a purr of approval and Leigh shivered as delicious anticipation rolled through her.
The thick head of his cock pressed against her and she spread her legs a little wider, stopping only when the waistband of her pants around her ankles refused to stretch anymore. Jared's hands settled on her hips, pressing down and trapping her between him and the desk as he began to slide into her, rocking back and forth so that he filled her up slowly, inch by thick inch. Leigh moaned with pleasure, her fingers tightening around the edge of the desk, her breasts flattened against its surface. She wanted to push back, to lift her hips, but she was completely pinned and helpless and oh so hotly aroused.
When Jared finally bottomed out inside of her, filling her so completely, her pussy stretched tightly around his cock, the wiry hair of his stomach rasped over the sensitive skin of her ass, making her shudder as she clenched around him. The tightness of her body just made him feel even bigger, and she whimpered again as his hands slid down from her hips to her bottom, spreading her cheeks apart, and she knew that he was getting the best view possible of himself buried inside of her, the little winking star of her anus just above where he was impaling her.
His thumb brushed over that sensitive area and she gasped as he massaged the tiny rosebud. It was incredibly intimate, and a little scary, and it felt wonderful.
"Good girl," he whispered, his fingers splayed out over her cheeks, and then he started to thrust.
******
The little begging noises of pleasure that Leigh was making in the back of her throat were driving Jared fucking crazy. It was all he could do to dig his fingers into the pink, fleshy globes of her ass and keep his strokes slow and smooth, prolonging the pleasure - as well as his agony as Leigh made another soft, feminine sound of sexual bliss. It was the best kind of agony, his cock sliding in and out of that hot, silky wetness, her tight tunnel caressing and massaging every inch of him as he buried himself inside of her...
All the while, he could look down and watch the pink cheeks of her ass jiggle as he thrust into her, the dark length of his cock splitting open her pretty pink pussy, which was stretched tightly around his shaft. The length of his cock glistened with her juices, coating him as her pleasure mounted.
Groaning, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Sliding one hand up her back, he wrapped the long strands of her hair around his fist, tugging gently as he started to move faster, harder. Leigh moaned loudly, backing herself up against him now that she was more free to move. With one hand on her hip and the other buried in her hair, Jared could control her movements, but she was no longer pinned.
"Fuck... Leigh..." The base of his spine tingled as he thrust into her, the wet slap of her pussy against his body filling his ears as her cries because louder, higher, the way they always did before she came.
When she started to say his name, he knew she was close. When her voice cracked, she writhed, and her body tightened around him as she began to cum, her pussy clamping down and sucking on his cock. The tingling in the base of his spine exploded, and Jared groaned as his balls tightened. Still moving, he rode her as they came together, the ecstasy twined around them until he could barely tell where his ended and hers began.
As the last jet of cum left his body, Jared felt his knees slump. Groaning, he carefully arranged himself over Leigh so that he could rest, but keep his full weight from crushing her against the desk. With his elbows propped on either side of their body, his front was fully pressed against her back. This was the only problem with his fantasy... he'd much rather be cuddled up with her on the bed now, but that meant moving.
Moving didn't sound too appealing, because that meant no longer being inside of her.
Sighing, he kissed Leigh right between the shoulder blades, smiling as she hummed happily, and continued to trail little kisses across her shoulders.
"Jared?" she asked, in a slightly higher voice than her norm, still sounding out of breath.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Can we go cuddle?"
Instead of answering, Jared did what any good Dom - any good man - would do when faced with such a request. He manned up, reluctantly slid from the warm haven of her body, and lifted Leigh up into his arms so that he could carry her from the room. It would have been a lot more suave if he hadn't had to kick his pants away from where they were half-tangled around his feet.
Giggling, Leigh clung to him, using her feet to push her own pants off and letting them drop
to the floor as he carried her to the bedroom. She leaned her head against his chest.
"You make me so happy."
Epilogue
The office was small but elegantly furnished, the lamps emitting a warm, yellow light that Andrew supposed was meant to be either calming or comforting. The walls were sea green with a cream trim and all of the furniture was made of walnut wood. Sturdy and medium brown, with just a few flourishes in the straightforward designs.
It wasn't a crowded room and it was designed to be comfortable, but just sitting in the plush, cushy armchair, Andrew felt like the walls were closing in around him. He'd avoided the couch because, seriously, how fucking cliché.
"So you're Ivy's brother." It was a statement, not a question. The woman sitting across from him was matronly. Grey eyes, blonde hair that was silvering, plump curves, and a cautious expression on her face. Andrew guessed her age to be somewhere in her fifties, but she was aging well. Not trying to hold back. She was dressed comfortably in light grey dress slacks and a crew neck blue and white striped sweater. The motherly air about her was probably why Ivy liked her.
Andrew nodded, stretching out his shoulders and popping his neck, as if doing so could make the space feel bigger. It didn't.
Cool grey eyes studied him. Reminded him of Olivia actually, which both helped and hindered. "You do realize that anything that comes up in our sessions in relation to Ivy, I won't be able to comment on-"
He made a cutting motion with his hand. "I'm not here about Ivy."
The look in her eyes softened slightly as she assessed him. He hated to see that actually, because he knew that in a few minutes that softness would vanish. As soon as he admitted why he was really here, her mouth would twist in disgust, her eyes fill with condemnation, and he'd have no one to blame but himself. Or maybe she wouldn't look at him that way. Maybe she'd be able to hide her reaction.
After all, she was a fucking shrink. She had to have heard all sorts of shit.
Especially since he'd discovered she happened to be a kink friendly shrink. Not that he'd known that when his sister had started coming to see Dr. Jane Gosling. It wasn't until he'd gone looking for a shrink through FetLife and her name had come up in kink-friendly professionals that he'd known. Hadn't taken him long to put two and two together.
That's why he'd chosen her. His sister had been getting better - more mature and with less outbursts and emotional manipulations at home - since she'd started seeing Dr. Jane. Although she still had her setbacks. For him, though, it meant the doctor already knew his family background. No need to talk about his mother's death, his father's grief, or his sister's wildness. Dr. Jane already knew. In fact, she probably knew quite a bit about him from his sister's sessions. Which meant he didn't have to go over any of his faults Ivy was already aware of.
The silence between them dragged. She waited patiently. For once, he was the one nervous. Foot tapping. Forefinger and thumb on his right hand rubbing together. Avoiding her gaze. He was acting like a damned submissive.
"My ex is back in town."
"How long was she away?"
"A few years," he muttered. His foot went tap, tap, tap. The doctor waited patiently. "Ivy's probably told you about her." Dr. Jane didn't comment. Just watched him. Did the subs find it as unnerving when the Doms did this as he was right now? "I..."
He fell silent again. Didn't know what to say. He was almost relieved when Dr. Jane asked another question, even though he didn't know the answer to it.
"Do you want to get back together with her?"
"It's complicated." He stared at her. She stared back. It occurred to him that he really didn't know how much Ivy had told her. Maybe Ivy hadn't talked much about him and Kate at all. His gaze dropped to the floor. "I haven't had a relationship since her. I haven't even dated."
"Did she hurt you when she left?"
"No." His voice was harsh. Grating. Pain surged inside of his chest, like someone had just stomped on his heart. Nausea swirled in his gut. And this is why he didn't fucking talk about this. Whenever he even started to think about opening his mouth, it was like his body started melting down.
It helped that Dr. Jane was a stranger. A professional. Not a friend who would stare at him with horror and disgust. Not someone whose revulsion could hurt him. And she might even be able to help.
Still staring at the floor, he took a deep breath, his voice fighting its way past the bands that were tightening around his chest, the panic and shame that was cutting off his airways.
"We're different people now, but I've been spending time around her. I like who she is now. I'd like another chance with her. She's not real fond of who I am... but I can change. I want to change. That's why I'm here."
Dr. Jane tilted her head to the side; he could see the movement out of the corner of his eye even though he couldn't bring himself to look at her. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him when she looked at him with disgust, but it wasn't going to be pleasant either. He'd rather not see her face until she could get her expression under control, because any second now, he was going to have to tell her.
"What do you want to change?"
His fists clenched. His throat clogged. Andrew closed his eyes and made himself say it. Out loud. For the first time.
"Last time we were together... when we were a couple... I abused her. And I did it so fucking well that she still thinks it's her fault."
About the Author
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