I smile. “Maybe.”
“Yes or no.” He touches my chin, tilts it up. Meets my eyes.
“Yes.” Then I bite my lip. “I’ve done some reading.” My face gets hot and I know I’m pink. “Watched videos.”
“How about real life experience?”
I drop my eyes, shy, but he taps my chin. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, either way.”
His voice, quiet and firm, gives me confidence. “Well, my last boyfriend liked to tie me up and spank me. Tease me. Do things to me with toys.”
“And did you like that?” His eyes are mesmerizing.
I nod. “I liked it a lot.”
“How do you like to be spanked?”
“Medium.”
He chuckles. “You’re going to have to give me more information.”
“I don’t know.” My face is even hotter. “Make it sting really good, but not hurt a ton.”
He smiles. “I promise I’ll make your ass burn before I let you come. Unless you call red.” He leans in and speaks into my ear. “Although I’m going to keep you so aroused that you’ll be begging for it all night long.”
He looks down at his belt. “As I recall, I gave you a command. You going to be a bad girl very first thing?” He quirks a brow.
I pull the belt out of the buckle and tug it. “I’m very good.”
“I’m sure you are. Hand it to me.”
I attempt to give him the belt, but he shakes his head. “No. Fold it over in half, perfectly spaced. Hand me the buckle end.”
My stomach flips. “Why would I do that?”
He whispers into my ear, “Because that’s how I like to hold my belt when I whip disobedient girls, Talia. You’ll offer it to me that way in case I need to correct you. Is that clear?”
I don’t even know how my legs are holding me up at this point. I’m ready to swoon. “Yes, Sir.” I put the ends of the belt together, fold it over, and hand it to him. “Here you go.”
“Good.” He smiles. “Now do what I told you before, and bend over the couch.”
“Are you going to spank me with that?” Anxiety wars with arousal.
“You’re about to find out.” He points to the leather sofa. “Go on. Legs wide. Bend over and grab it with your arms.”
I suck in a breath. Then I look at his face, at the passion there. And I want him even more. So I walk to the couch and bend over, taking the position he suggested. “Like this?”
“Exactly. Fast learner. I like that.”
He comes up behind me and presses his body to mine, then drops the belt to the floor so he can cup both of my breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”
His cock presses into the seam of my ass, thick and hard, even through his dress pants. With my legs spread wide, I can feel him all along my crack, teasing at my pussy. I push backwards. “You should take your clothes off, too.”
“Soon.” He pinches my nipples softly, and I whimper in need. He does it again and I hiss my approval, writhing under and against his body. His cock, his chest, his hands—his breath on my neck: Fuck. I’m already this close to coming.
Then he pulls back. “First I’ll tie your hands. Get up.”
I stand up, head swimming at the abrupt change in position, and he pulls me to his body for a kiss, and I melt into him. His body is heated now, and I can smell his aroma along with the cologne, and I like it. His own essence. He kisses me long and hard, then reaches down to grab the tie from the couch.
“Hold out your hands,” he murmurs, “and cross them at the wrists.”
When I do, he wraps the tie around them several times, then knots it. We both look down at the fabric, and he takes one of my hands, squeezes it, before patting me softly on the ass. “Back over the couch, now.”
He takes the waistband of my panties and slides them down, slowly, stroking me as he does. “Step out,” he whispers, and kisses my naked buttocks. I don’t know what he does with the panties, and I don’t care. I’m bare for him and I love it.
He holds my hips lightly in place while I spread my legs and bend down. “I know you can’t hold on now, so I’ll support you,” he says, his voice light in my ear. “While I punish you.”
The word ‘punish’ sends spires of need through me and I can’t hold back a small sigh.
“You like that, hmm?” He runs a hand over my ass. “So do I. Very much.”
He moves to my side and leaves one hand on my waist. “Don’t move,” he whispers. Then he slaps my bare ass, a hard crack. The sound echoes around the room like a shot and I cry out.
“Oh!” It doesn’t hurt—my exclamation is one of surprise. Approval. I shift from one leg to another, and then the sting blossoms across both cheeks.
“Stay just like that,” he warns, touching my inner thigh, then the other one.
Another crack, and I feel the spank come down harder this time, on my left cheek. Now my right.
I buck my hips and he uses both hands to still my body. “Talia, keep those legs nice and wide, baby. Hips against the couch. You don’t get to move until I’m done.”
“Mmm…” I moan, and push my hips back at him, wanting more. Needing more.
“This,” he says, and gives me a sharp spank low on my ass, toward my thighs, “is for tampering with the lock.” He spanks again and again, until I cry out.
“Hurts?” He spanks me again, hard. “And this”—he sends a flurry of slaps at one cheek, then the other—”is for taking your safety so lightly.”
“Ow.” It’s starting to sting.
“Because,” he adds, punctuating each phrase with a hard spank, “you should never. Come into a construction site. Without appropriate gear. Do. You. Understand?” The last spank is the hardest of all, and it really hurts.
“Yes! I get it. Stop.” I pull at the tie.
“Do you mean red?” he asks softly, running both his hands over my ass.
I suck in a breath. The last thing I want to do is stop this game. So I say nothing.
He chuckles softly. “You know what’s really fun, Talia? Apart from a spanking?”
Chapter Ten
Talia
“What?” My voice is hoarse with need.
“Admitting that you want it. Need it.”
Once again, my face gets hots, but since I’m over the couch, he can’t see it.
But then he pulls me up, gently, to face him, supporting me. “Sometimes that’s the best part of the whole fucking game. Opening yourself raw. Admitting it’s more than a game. That it’s something you want. Crave. Need.
“And”—he pulls me closer to whisper into my ear—“it makes you so much more submissive. Telling me that this thing I’m doing feeds your soul, baby. That you’d die for more of it.”
He looks into my eyes. “So tell me you need the spanking, Talia. Say it to me.”
“Dane.” I’m embarrassed and aroused and I don’t know what to do. Where to look.
He takes both of my cheeks. My tied hands are awkward in front of me, pushing into his crotch, my elbows even with his abs. “Look me in the eye and say you want me to use the belt. Tell me how much you fucking want it.”
“I can’t…” I bite my lip but I’m unable to look away. His eyes are magnetic. He wants this as badly as I do.
“I want you to spank me,” I whisper, right into his lips. “Punish me. Use the belt. I want it.”
“Even though it hurts?” He touches my face. “Even though it stings like fire?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He tilts up my chin and kisses me, hard, hot, his hands exploring me while mine are still tied. It’s hot and crazy to be at his mercy like this, and I’ve never felt more aroused.
“Now you’re ready,” he whispers, and adjusts me to lean back over the couch. “I’m going to give you five hard ones. Keep those legs nice and wide. Ass relaxed. Don’t clench up. Understand?”
“Yes, Dane.” I’m trembling with excitement, fear, arousal. All of it.
He stands
behind me, touches my waist, then the belt strikes.
It’s a line of pure fire across my ass, and I flinch, pull away. “Ow.” But I love it.
“Shh. That was one. Back in place.” He pushes the small of my back until I settle into the couch. “Legs as before. Good girl.”
He touches my shoulder, puts his hand on my waist, and gives me the second stroke right across both cheeks, flat in the middle. I cry out and stand up, lifting one leg, then the next, pulling at the tie. Feeling even more aroused because I’m tied up for him.
But he just strokes my back. “Three more.”
It hurts, but the need between my thighs is growing and I want this. It’s turning me on more than I could ever have imagined.
And when he leans me back down and gives me the last three, hard and fast, I whimper out my need. “Dane.”
He drops the belt. “That was five. Fuck, you’re so hot.” He straightens me up and unties me. “Feel that burn? That sting? That’s how hot you get me, Talia. That’s how much you drive me insane.”
I try to reach back but he takes my hands. “Let me.”
He sits down on the couch and pulls me to his lap, then over it. I wiggle to adjust, wincing as he puts both hands on my ass. “Ouch.”
He rubs softly, and his touch soothes my skin.
“Are you going to put aloe or something on me?” I push my ass up to his hands.
“Not yet,” he says. “I want you to feel the burn a little longer.”
“You’re mean,” I complain, but in truth, the burn has already faded to a sexy tingle from his ministrations. And I want more.
“Mean? That was nothing.” He gives me a little spank. “If I ever gave you a real punishment spanking, you’d know the difference.”
My stomach flips. “Oh, really?” My thighs part. I know he can see how wet I am. Smell it. I want him to touch me, tease me.
“There’s no doubt. Those five wouldn’t even be half of your warm-up,” he whispers, his fingers straying to my slit. “I’d give you twenty or so with the belt after a good hard hand spanking just to get you ready for the next part. The real punishment.”
“Ohhh,” I gasp, as his fingers, reaching under me, find my labia. I lift my hips up, trying to encourage him to my clit. When he finds it, I almost sob with pleasure. I’m so swollen with need that even the tip of his finger is like fucking candy. Magic. The pleasure from the soft strokes drives me mad with need.
“And the real punishment,” he continues. “Would be with a good hard hairbrush. Or a paddle. Until you’re really sore and contrite.”
“I would hate that,” I mumble, his finger sparking near-orgasmic little bursts of pleasure from my body.
“Oh, that you would,” he agrees. “And it would make you so much more obedient, too. And then you’d have the most unreal orgasm of your life because of it, if I did it right.” He moves his hand down to my inner thighs, stroking them.
“Mmm.” I groan, trying to lower myself down his body to push my clit at his hand.
“Nope. You’re going to wait,” he says, and slaps my ass once.
“I want you,” I whisper, pressing my thighs together, then letting them fall open. “Just see how wet you made me.”
“I can see it,” he laughs. “And I can smell you, too. Fucking delicious. And right now I want to taste. Flip over.”
I roll over, and sit up, and he kneels on the floor in front of me. His hair is tousled and his eyes are feral, his muscles outlined. He gently pulls my legs open, wide, then wider. “Lean back,” he whispers, “and put your hands behind your head.”
I don’t even think of questioning him, I just do it, my pussy cool from the air on my wetness. Then he leans forward, and I feel his hair against my inner thighs, and then his tongue. Holy mother of God, his tongue. When he touches it to my clit, I nearly explode.
“Fuck,” I cry out and grab his hair. No way can I keep my hands back at the moment.
He doesn’t seem to care. He grabs both of my thighs in his hands and holds me open, using his mouth to kiss my cunt like he’s making out with me. His tongue flicks my clit, over and over and I can't take it. I’m about to come. I clench all of my muscles and tug his hair, whimpering, as I’m about to—
And when he pulls back, I almost sob in disappointment. “Dane!”
“Not yet,” he says, looking up at me. “I want you to come the first time with my cock in your pussy. After that, I’ll lick you again until you scream.”
“Fuck me now,” I demand, grabbing his hair.
He laughs and takes my hands in his. “Now how can I turn down such a request?” He stands up and I can see his cock is hard, straining at his pants. I reach out automatically, stroke him with my fingers, squeezing him through the fabric.
He groans, then pulls me to my feet. “Come here.”
He leads me to the window, overlooking the city. “Nobody can see us.” His voice is low in my ear. “First I want you on your knees in front of me. Then you know what I’m going to do?”
“What?” I sink down to the carpet as he unbuttons his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation.
He steps out of the material. “Take down my boxers, Talia.”
I reach up and pull them down his ass, his thighs, and lean in to flick my tongue at his cock before the cloth is barely off. “And then what,” I say, licking the tip a little longer, “do you possibly want?”
“Exactly what you think.” He smirks, steps out of the boxers. “And then, after you suck my cock like a good girl, I’m going to press you up against this plate glass window and fuck you right like that.”
He winds his hands into my hair. “You like the sound of that, baby?”
“Mmm, I do.” I lean forward and lick him again and he groans, pushes forward. I take him into my mouth, suck, then take him deeper.
He’s long and thick, and I relax my muscles, trying not to gag as he pushes down my throat. My eyes tear up, but I grab his ass and stroke it, squeeze it as he thrusts into my mouth and out, giving me a chance to breathe. Lick. Play.
Soon he’s panting and I’m gasping, and my pussy throbs for release. I know he’s ready to come too, because his cock gets even harder between my lips.
“You ready to do this?” he whispers, reaching down both hands, helping me to my feet. He kisses me deeply. “You want to feel me inside you? Both of us above the city like this as we come?”
I look into his eyes. “Right now. Yes.”
Without a word he spins me around and presses me against the glass. I squeak in surprise and alarm, looking down at the city, and hear him rip open a condom. “Spread your legs,” he urges me.
My breasts press into the glass, and I walk my legs backwards a bit to bend over. Get the right angle. It takes only a few seconds before I feel his cock at my entrance. I go up on the balls of my feet and tilt my hips, and he slides forward. Inch by inch. Fuck, he feels good. Thick. Long. So hard.
I gasp as he keeps going, and when he’s fully seated, I make a little sound, because he’s pressing on all the right places.
“Hang on tight,” he whispers, and starts to move, pumping slowly at first. I press both palms against the glass and stare down at the lights, the blinking colors of the city.
As he gains momentum, he growls, “Look at you, baby. Legs all spread against my window. You bent over for my belt and sucked my cock, and now you’re letting me fuck you in front of the entire fucking city.”
“I’m your slut,” I whisper back. “Yours. You can spank me and do whatever you want as long as you fuck me good…”
“Jesus,” he groans. “Talia, I’m not going to last if you say that.”
“But I am. I’m your pretty fuck toy,” I murmur. “Don’t you want to own me, Dane? Play with me when you want? Spank me, fuck me, have me take off my panties whenever you say?”
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is tortured, and he’s fucking me hard. So hard I have to push back with all of my strength to maintain position. It’s probab
ly safe but it feels dangerous, pressed up to the glass like this, and I love the element of danger.
The orgasm builds and this time I know I won’t be able to hold it back.
“Dane,” I whimper.
“You ready to come?” He thrusts hard.
“Yes, just keep doing it like that, don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, just like that.”
He thrusts again. Hitting my G-spot. Stroking my clit. Again. Again.
I clench my muscles and let it roll over me, through me, like a tsunami and cry out, over and over, as the feeling explodes like lightning.
Just as I’m coming down, he cries out and grabs me hard, squeezing my nipples, and I can feel him come inside me. He roars my name and pinches my nipples, over and over, and the pop of pain sends me into a brand new orgasm, an unexpected pleasure that hits me like electricity, almost too much, and I scream out my pleasure as I watch the city below me light up.
***
Dane
She’s sleeping next to me on the bed. After we fucked by the window, I took her into my bedroom and licked her into ecstasy before round two of phenomenal sex.
I love the way she has her arm thrown over her head. Her limbs are long and elegant, muscled and lean. Her stomach—flat with just the slightest soft curve that I want to lick every time I see it. Her pretty shaved little pussy.
My cock stirs and I sit up, pull on a pair of boxes and head out to the kitchen for a glass of water. I stand at the window.
She told me all about her environmental job last night—her crappy boss there, the cranes. She talked a lot about the cranes. Probably—I’m not stupid—trying to get into my head. Do the soft sell and convince me that they’re awesome. Make me care. She didn’t talk much about the protest, because even through the haze of attraction we were both under, she’s not stupid either.
However, the information about Manda Shine could be useful. If they actually obtained Manda, now that would be a cluster-fuck of a protest. Way too much attention, I’m sure, for the comfort of the city council. They don’t want the impression getting out there that we’re causing problems in Mapleton.
I’m fucking this thing up. How long before I need to come clean to her? And what are the chances she’ll forgive me?
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