Big Spankable Asses

by Lisa G Riley

  Shaun stood outside the door. He was about to knock when he heard the sobs and froze. Someone had hurt her badly. Who, he wondered. He wanted to go to her, to kiss her tears away. To comfort her, but knew she wouldn’t want that. Not yet. But soon. He was going to make certain of that.

  As he reluctantly moved away from the door, despite the strong need to protect her, he felt a surge of excitement. He couldn’t believe it! B.S.A. meant big spankable ass. Simone wanted a spanking. He would have to give her exactly what she needed. With a determined smile, he moved down the hall toward the door.

  3

  It was all over the radio. Men were calling the station constantly trying to guess the meaning of B.S.A. In fact, the contest had gotten so hot, Beemster Travels was giving away a trip to Daytona Beach for Simone and the lucky winner.

  She sat behind her desk listening to the radio, not believing how many horny men were trying to win. The entire city was intrigued by the outcome. Nibbling nervously on her lip, she was starting to worry that someone might figure it out. Damn! She definitely wasn’t trying to go away for the weekend with some strange man. Simone raised her hands to her face and groaned. It was all her fault.

  Several months ago, she and two of her best friends, Lilliana and Melinda, had come up with the ridiculous idea to find a man who could handle a big spankable ass. Keeping their personal safety in mind, each had agreed to post an ad and if anyone was lucky enough to figure out what B.S.A. meant, then they were obligated to go out with the lucky winner. First date in a public place. In daylight. No hopping into a stranger’s car. No identifying personal information until the vibe was right. Of course Simone was well-known, which made her situation trickier.

  Lilliana had posted an ad in the newspaper while Melinda had placed her ad over the Internet. The only reason why Simone announced it over the radio was because she figured the chances of anyone figuring out what B.S.A. stood for were slim to none. Now she wasn’t so sure. If she could get out of it, she would, but the radio producer had called and asked for the correct answer just so she couldn’t change her answer at the last minute. In exchange, Simone had set Friday at midnight as the contest deadline. By the time the club closed Friday night, she would be able to breathe easily again.

  For the next hour, Simone tallied receipts from the weekend and listened to the latest round of contestants. Bodacious scrumptious ass? She chuckled, then sighed with relief. She had absolutely nothing to worry about.

  She resumed working and found her mind wandering back to Friday night and the sexy, olive-colored man. It had been four days and she still remembered that kiss. Hell, she still couldn’t believe she let Mr. Sexy fingerfuck her amidst dozens of couples. She was a freak, but that went way out of her scope. How stupid. Someone could have seen her.

  Simone took a deep breath and turned off the radio, needing just a few moments of peace and quiet to think. What in the world was she thinking? She had allowed a stranger to play with her pussy just because she hadn’t had any qualified dick in months. She didn’t know anything about Mr. Sexy except what he had told her and for all she knew he could have been feeding her a bowl full of lies. His wife could still be alive and he could also have a handful of kids. But as she stared up at the pastel border that circled her office, she knew there was something about him that told her he wasn’t lying. Simone gave a frustrated groan. What in the world was his name? Shane? Shannon? Oh, God, what did it matter? She’d probably never see him again.

  She pushed back from her computer and closed her eyes. Mr. Sexy’s face wouldn’t go away. Despite the risks that she took, she was drawn to him. The attraction had been overpowering and so unnatural for her. The first sight of him had been like a magnet pulling her in. Maybe it was because she had never met a white man with such a confident attitude. She found him intriguing.

  Rubbing her hand across her temple, Simone took a deep breath, waiting for the pounding to go away. Fantasies of wild sex and heat had been filling her mind since the night they met and her head was starting to hurt from thinking about what’s-his-name all the time. She couldn’t remember his name but she hadn’t forgotten his fingers. Magical. And she knew damn well if they ever crossed paths again, she’d want an instant replay. The man filled her thoughts and dreams. Although he had a big long dick that she would love to ride, her lack of good sex had very little to do with it. What intrigued her most was his personality.

  Simone dropped her hand to her lap. Slowly she opened her eyes and images of Mr. Sexy finally began to fade. It didn’t matter how good he had made her feel because it would never happen again.

  Shaun couldn’t stop thinking about Simone. He leaned back in his leather chair with his fingers laced behind his head and let out a heavy sigh. What had happened to him? After one evening, he couldn’t get her off his mind. Her smile. Her scent. Visions of her were racing wildly through his brain. He was starting to understand how a schizophrenic felt.

  Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. He had piles of work to complete. As an architect for his father’s company, Dutton Custom-Built Homes, he had an eight-thousand-square-foot home to design by the end of the month, but he couldn’t focus.

  His stomach growled and he realized he’d forgotten to go to lunch. Frustrated and hungry, he realized he’d been forgetting a lot of things lately. All he could think about was Simone and the way she had felt in his arms, against his lips, and tasted on his tongue. The way she made his dick twitch.

  “How about handing over the fifty dollars you owe me? My pockets are light. Us architects don’t get paid enough.”

  Opening his eyes, he saw Javon standing in his doorway grinning from ear to ear.

  Since it wasn’t anyone’s business but his own, he hadn’t bothered to share the particulars of the other night with Javon. Not that his friend and colleague had noticed. By the time Shaun had come back from Simone’s office, Javon was nowhere to be found. Obviously he’d hooked up with some honey he’d met and left for the nearest motel.

  Shaun rolled his chair close to his desk. “I haven’t lost yet.”

  “Yet?” Javon’s eyes grew round with amusement. “Man, you lost the minute you left the club without her number.”

  Shaun arched an eyebrow. “How would you know? You weren’t even there.”

  “Yeah, well, I was down the street getting these balls licked,” Javon said and gripped his crotch.

  “I just bet.”

  “Okay, so pay up.”

  Shaun gave him a long, thoughtful look. “Nah. I’m about to win.” He picked up the phone.

  “Who you calling?”

  Ignoring Javon’s question, Shaun spun around in his chair and faced the window. It wasn’t long before he heard someone pick up the receiver.

  “WGCI contest line, what’s your answer?”

  “Is it Big Spankable Ass?”

  “Who am I speaking with?”

  “Shaun Dutton.”

  “Shaun Dutton…you just won an all-expenses-paid weekend to Daytona Beach with Simone Thomas! What station hooked you up?”

  “WGCI.”

  After he gave the station his information, Shaun hung up and grinned at Javon, who was standing there with his mouth wide open.

  “Oh my God! Simone, are you listening to the radio?”

  She had barely put the phone to her ear when her childhood friend started yelling in her ear. “No, Melinda. I’m working and turned the radio off. Why, what’s up?”

  “Someone just guessed what B.S.A. means!”

  Simone dropped the pen from her hand. “You’re kidding.”

  “No, I’m not. Some guy named Shaun Dutton just gave the correct answer.”

  “Shaun?” she repeated. Why did that name sound familiar?

  “Yes, Shaun. The two of you are going to Daytona Beach next weekend.”

  Oh damn, she had to spend the weekend with a total stranger.

  Melinda was cracking up. “I guess you’re going to get that spanking after all.” />
  It wasn’t long after she hung up that the radio station contacted her with the news. Simone faked surprise, then slumped down in her chair. Shaun Dutton. Who the hell was that? she wondered. Leaning her head back, she wanted to scream. What in the world had she been thinking to come up with the stupid idea in the first place? What if the winner was crazy in the wrong way? Hell, she’d have the club bouncers jack him up and leave him in the gutter. Not a good plan. But better than nothing. Damn.

  While working on next week’s beer order, she tried to find a bright side to this whole mess. At least the publicity had been good for business. Last Saturday’s crowd had been even better than Friday’s. Hopefully, with word of mouth, business would continue to increase. With a heartfelt sigh, she rested her elbow on the desk and tried to picture what Shaun Dutton would look like. But no matter how hard she tried to put a face to the name, all she saw was the man from Friday night. Closing her eyes, she could still feel his fingers buried deep inside of her pussy. She had used her vibrator the last two nights, pretending it was his big, fat dick.

  “Hello, beautiful.”

  Simone looked up and gasped. It was him. She gazed into his eyes and swallowed. Lord, have mercy. The other night the room had been too dark but now she could see his eyes were clear and leaf green, surrounded by the thickest lashes. She tried to pretend his appearance had no effect on her, but she would be lying if she did. “Hey.”

  He gave her a sexy, dimpled smile that instantly made her pulse race. “A little birdie told me we’re spending the weekend at the beach.”

  Her heart hammered. His name was Shaun! How in the world could she have forgotten? Amber had introduced him to her at the club—and oh, that dance. She’d almost forgotten her own damn name after he was done with her. She stared at him for a long moment with her chin resting in the palm of her hand. “How did you know what B.S.A. meant?”

  “Baby, it was easy. All I had to do was look down at that big spankable ass of yours.”

  She couldn’t help blushing. “Shaun,” she began slowly. “You take pleasure in making me nervous.”

  “I already told you, I know what I want.”

  “And that is?”

  “You.” He walked towards her, never taking his eyes from her. “I want you.”

  Simone shook her head, wondering what on earth she was going to do with this man. She had one idea but that would just get her in way over her head. “We need to get something straight.”

  “And what’s that?” he asked as he moved behind her desk and took a seat on the edge.

  “You think because you won the contest, I will now change my mind about you and spend a weekend on the beach together. But it won’t work.”

  Shaun lifted a brow. “It won’t?”

  “No. So please don’t waste your time. I’m sure there are lots of other women who would love to go out with you.”

  “But not you?”

  She shook her head. “No, not me. I thought I had made myself clear about the reason why I won’t get involved with you. It’s nothing against you personally, but I have this hang-up about dating out of my race.”

  He nodded but she could tell by the way he looked, it didn’t matter what she said. He was going to hear only what he wanted to hear. He took her hand and pulled her up from her chair. As soon as she moved, Shaun took her seat and lowered Simone onto his lap. She started to protest but he placed a finger over her mouth.

  “Shhh! How you feel doesn’t matter anymore.”

  She pushed his hand away. “It doesn’t?”

  “Nope,” he said and placed his hands at her waist. “The radio station ran the contest, and I won, which means we will be spending the weekend in Florida together.”

  Her forehead bunched in a frown. She couldn’t believe he could be that stubborn. “I’m going to Florida, but only because if I don’t, it will be bad for my business. However, once we get there, I plan on getting another room.”

  His hand slid beneath her blouse and grazed her bare skin. “Afraid to be alone with me?” he whispered close to her ear.

  Goose bumps popped up on her skin. His hand was creating havoc with her control. Shaun was right. She was more afraid of what she might let him do if she was alone with him. The attraction between them was too strong to ignore and that was a problem. “No, I’m not afraid of you.”

  “I think you are. I think you are afraid of what I plan to do to you.” His tongue rimmed her earlobe.

  She gasped at the contact. “And what’s that?” she dared to ask.

  Releasing her ear, Shaun reached up and cupped her chin, then turned her head so their noses were almost touching. “I want you to forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.” He reached under her blouse again, this time higher. Simone didn’t move. Her eyes had grown large and round and she could barely breathe.

  He cupped her breast possessively. “I know you want me.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Have you been thinking about me?” He kissed her skin and more goose bumps appeared. “I’ve been thinking about you. How good it had felt being inside you.”

  Her entire body stirred all the way down to her toes when she remembered what happened the last time they were together. And as much as she wanted to deny it, her body wanted it to happen again.

  “Unfasten your bra.”

  Simone didn’t even bother protesting because her nipples were stiff and screaming for his touch. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and freed the twins.

  “Nice.”

  Shaun caressed her breasts and teased her nipples and she flinched. Staring into his eyes, she sucked in a deep breath and her lips parted. He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

  She was in trouble. He was making her feel things that she had no business feeling. As soon as she gave him her heart and thought that maybe she had a chance at love again, he would hurt her. She didn’t want to like him but she did. All sorts of warning bells were going off in her head. Run while you still can! The two of them weren’t right for each other and the sooner he saw that the better. Even if he did feel so damn good between her legs.

  “You’re going to fall in love with me and there is nothing you can do to stop that, Simone,” he whispered against her lips between kisses.

  This was the second time she’d heard his warning and it had the same effect on her. The seriousness in both his tone and his eyes changed the rhythm of her heartbeat. There was no way she could ignore the desire flowing through her body. To top things off, a sexy smile turned the corners of his lips upward. He lowered his hand and slid beneath her skirt, then tugged her panties down past her knees.

  “While in Florida…no panties. I want to be able to touch you whenever I want to.” In one swift motion, he lifted her up onto the desk, tossed her panties to the floor, and then got between her legs. Her skirt was up past her waist, her legs spread and her pussy exposed. Shaun wasn’t being shy about looking at her. Self-consciously, she tried to lower her skirt, but he grabbed her wrist. “Don’t. I want to look at you.”

  He leaned forward until his mouth was only inches from the tangle of dark curls and blew a kiss. Simone began to squirm. “Shaun, this isn’t the time or place.”

  His gaze shot up to her face. “No time like the present.” He rose and pressed his weight against her. Tilting his head, he bit down, capturing both her blouse and nipple in his mouth. Simone arched her back and cried out. “Shaun!”

  “That’s it, baby. Surrender to me.”

  He released her, then traveled over and clamped down on the other nipple. Reaching up, he squeezed them together and suckled one, then the other. He used his fingers and thumbs to tease her breasts until her hard chocolate nipples were exposed through her wet blouse. She quivered and moaned and he watched the expressions on her face. He would just have to do everything he could to get her to see that things between them were meant to be.

  Abandoning her breasts, Shaun slipped his hands d
own over her hips. He lowered into the chair and draped her legs over his shoulder. With her pussy right in his face, he blew on her clit. Simone gave a startled cry. He then leaned forward, found her open and inserted his tongue.

  “Oh, yesss!” she cried and arched off the desk.

  She made mewing sounds that skimmed through his chest, settling at his groin. He dipped in and out, penetrating her with his tongue while he pressed his thumb to her clit and stroked. While still using his tongue he slipped a finger inside her. She was hot and wet, and whimpering. He felt the shudders begin and slid his mouth upward and captured her clit between his lips. Gently, he nibbled, then sucked.

  “Shaun, please,” she begged. “Fuck me!”

  “All in due time,” he said as he gritted his teeth. Despite his dick being hard enough to send a baseball flying across the park, he wasn’t ready yet to slide all eleven inches into her damp, hot pussy. He would save that moment until he had her on a bed with her legs spread wide. Right now it was all about making her feel good.

  He slid three fingers deep inside her and watched her head roll back and her eyes close. With one hard suck to her clit, an orgasm hit her hard and fast. She thrashed on the desk while he continued to work her until the last spasm drifted away.

  Shaun rose, removed his wet fingers and slipped them into his mouth one after the other. Between moans, he licked every drop of her sweet cum from his fingers.

  Her heavy lids finally opened and Simone stared up at him looking down at her. He cupped her face. “I want it to always be like this between us. I want to take you out to dinners and movies. I want to lie on the couch together with you in my arms, talking and getting to know you. Really know you. And as soon as the time is right, I want to buy you the biggest diamond in the store, and make you my wife, the mother of my children, and love you the way you deserve to be loved.” His words were a cross between a promise and a plea. His eyes were intense and dead serious.