by Measha Stone
It was as though a huge burden had been removed from her shoulders. She felt lighter and freer. He didn't try to move her; instead he rubbed her back while she let herself have the cry she'd been holding back forever. She couldn't remember the last time she sobbed in such a way. If he hadn't been so gentle after the spanking ended, she would have been humiliated.
Once she reigned in her tears, he helped her stand. He stood with her. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her cheek and her neck.
"That hurt," she whispered when he remained silent. He chuckled and kissed her neck again.
"It was supposed to." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Never stomp away from me again." He held her chin in his fingers looking her square on. No laughter in his yes, no levity. Complete sincerity. "Or more of the same will happen," he promised, and she completely believed him.
"Got it," she whispered.
"We'll talk about your job tomorrow, as well as a few other things. But for now you need to get to bed." He didn't pull back the covers of her bed, but rather linked his hand in hers and pulled her behind him as he headed to his.
"Alex—" she started to protest but immediately ceased when he gave her hand a slight squeeze.
The silk sheets of his bed had a cooling effect on her extremely warm bottom, and she couldn't help but smile when he slid into bed with her. "No, no." He shook his head when she gazed at him with what she could only assume was lust in her eyes. "One, you have to be up in three hours and two, you don't get sex after being punished." He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her— a deep passionate kiss that only ignited a new fire in her, and not a painful one. She wanted him. Badly. She needed him.
She grunted when he broke the kiss. He settled back against the pillows holding her close to him. He brought about too many emotions at one time for her handle. One minute she was laughing, the next she was irritated, the next she was laying across his lap like a naughty schoolgirl. Every moment with him made her crave the next.
Chapter Twenty
If he didn't get inside of her soon he was going to embarrass himself in his own bed. His dick was harder than would allow him to sleep comfortably. He checked his phone; she needed to be up in a few minutes for work. Work. The idea of her spending the next nine hours on her feet after having been on them just a few hours ago dragged up his irritation again. The irritation led to him thinking about the spanking he'd given her.
She had surprised him by not arguing. When she'd come out of the bathroom and noticed him standing with his belt in hand, she looked like she was going to run. She didn't though. She stood stock-still. She hadn't tried to get out of the spanking, hadn't even protested when he threw her over his knee. When she began to cry, it had torn at him, and he considered stopping the spanking. But she needed it. She needed to let herself go and cry out her exhaustion, her frustration, her worries. Even if she didn't know it.
A rule he lived by was not to engage in sex after a punishment for at least a day. He'd give her as much cuddling and love as she needed, but they would not have sex. However, the discomfort he felt when he woke up was quickly making him rethink his rule. He watched her sleep, and the longer he watched her, the harder he got. He had to sink himself deep into her. He needed to feel her heat, her passion. "Fuck it." He growled and slid his hand under the sheets.
His fingers ran up her warm thigh. She faced away from him on her side with one leg bent upward, giving him access to her entire leg. The smoothness of her skin didn't go unnoticed, or the way she instantly responded to his touch. A low murmur escaped her lips, and she scooted back toward him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling and kissing her tender flesh. Another moan, but softer, as she turned onto her back. His hand slid away from her thigh, to allow her leg to reposition, but quickly found her again, his fingers brushing against her sex.
"Good morning," she whispered with hooded eyes. She blinked and grinned.
"Put your hands over your head." When she complied immediately, he brushed her clit harder. "Good. Good girl." He slid his finger downward, into her slick folds. "God, so fucking responsive." He growled and looked down at her. She stared up at him, eyes open and clear. No fear or indecisiveness to be found. He captured her lips in an intensifying kiss while his fingers dove deeper into her wetness. "No," he pulled away and looked into her eyes again. "Don't move." He grinned and withdrew his hand.
He dragged his nails down her thigh capturing the look of pleasure in her eyes as he did so. As he ran them back up, he yanked her leg open, giving himself more access to her wet heat. His finger rolled her clit between his thumb and forefingers. Her eyes closed then and her hips arched toward his touch.
"Your shirt." He readjusted his position to enable him to pull her tank top. He rolled the material and instead of dragging it over her head, like she seemed to be preparing herself for he said, "Open your mouth." With only a hint of apprehension she did so, and he placed the rolled material between her teeth. "Nice." He grinned, kissing her now gagged lips before he snaked down her body trailing her stomach with kisses, and well placed licks on her pelvis before he settled between her thighs.
The smell of her arousal fueled his desire and with no preamble he captured her clit between his lips and suckled. She nearly bucked off the bed and groaned with the pleasure he was giving her. His tongue swirled her swollen, sensitive sex and he wrapped his arms around her milky thighs, gripping her harshly with his fingers.
"Fuck, Alex." Her voice a harsh muffled whisper from her shirt. "Please."
"Nope." He grinned up at her before returning to his work. She squirmed more when his tongue dipped into her entrance, and his nails bit into her flesh.
"Please." The urgency in her muffled voice gave him enough of a hint that she was getting extremely close to losing control.
"Grip the headboard if you need to, but do not move your hands." He placed a chaste kiss to her clit. "I'm going to lick this beautiful pussy until you come, no permission needed, baby, just come. Hard." He curled his tongue and with just the tip he flicked her clit, and she moaned loudly into the room. He wanted to watch her reaction as he brought her release, but she turned her face to the side, burying it into her arm. Her fingers were gripping the top of the headboard, and he knew she was fighting for control.
The taste of her drove him closer to his own limit of control. He pulled her thighs further apart when she began to clench around him. He ran his tongue from her entrance, slowly up to her clit where he then gently pinched her with his teeth. His tongue soothed away any irritation of his bite, and he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, licking it all the while.
She breathed out and he intensified his efforts. His nails dug into her flesh, and he sucked harder on her clit just as her hips arched up toward him and she cried out. A full sounding cry of pleasure as the waves of her orgasm ripped through her. He gentled his licks as she slowly lowered her hips back to the bed. He gave her clit one last kiss, before he raised himself up on his elbows to look up the length of her.
Her bare breasts were heaving. The soft pink shirt remained bunched in her mouth, and her eyes captured his as she continued to grip the headboard behind her. He kissed her belly, then each breast before he came to stop at her lips. "Your come is all over my mouth." He grinned, and she continued to watch him, her eyes widening in excitement as he pulled the shirt free from her mouth and replaced it with his own. His tongue invaded her, mating with hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He hadn't given her leave to move her hands, but the taste of her, the sweet scent of her had him too far gone to care. His dick ached with need, and he was no longer going to deny himself.
Pulling away from her he leaned back, positioning his cock at her slick entrance. Hold your legs open for me, baby." She nodded and repositioned herself, a blush taking over her cheeks as his eyes wandered down to where their bodies were about to join. He had just brought her to orgasm with his tongue, but the prospect of holding her legs open for him made her blush. "Wi
der, baby." He nudged her legs a bit until she had them pulled back toward her enough that he could see all of her. "Hold them there." He directed and slowly sank his dick into her heat. Her flesh gave way as he slid into her, grasping him like a hot fist. He grunted and pushed harshly until his balls touched her ass.
Having her like this, so open and obedient drove him even closer to losing control. He placed his hands over hers, holding her legs with her as he drove into her again, harder and harder still. She made no sound, other than a contented sigh as he ground into her clit as he moved within her. She was so tight, so hot and wet for him. Her eyes locked on his as he felt himself tighten, felt the wave of intense pleasure start to grip him. She let go of her legs and held onto his shoulders as he found his release, pounding into her harder as the waves took him over. By the time he relaxed and took a deep breath, she was running her gentle hands over his chest in a soothing stroking motion.
"Ahh, there you are." She grinned up at him as his vision refocused onto her brilliantly smiling face.
He grinned down at her, letting her run her hands over his bare chest and arms as his breaths became less labored. He leaned down and captured her mouth again, in a passionate hungry kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. Only when he became afraid he was crushing her did he relent and push upward. The woman made him lose himself. One smile from her and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her and get lost forever.
He reached over to the nightstand on her side of the bed and opened the drawer. Pulling out a towel, he leaned back and withdrew from her. "You are going to be late for your last shift." He nodded toward his bathroom. "You might want to get cleaned up, Miss Sanders. You're looking a little like a woman who just got thoroughly fucked." He laughed at the mock protest in her expression and scooted off the bed. "C'mon. Shower up. I'll get some food going and drive you to work." He gave her one last kiss, tweaked her nose and strode from the room swiping up his robe on the way out of the room.
It was going to be good day.
Chapter Twenty-one
The day was a disaster. Alyssa stood in the back room of the diner wondering how the hell she had managed to let the day get so dark. The morning had started out wonderfully. When she'd gone to sleep the night before, with Alex pressed up against her throbbing backside, she had worried he'd still be upset in the morning. Waking up to him grinning at her and then doing such delectable things to her had completely erased her fears.
Everything seemed to be back to normal. She took her shower and when she'd come out he'd had scrambled eggs and yogurt waiting for her. She didn't decline his offer of a ride to work seeing as she was running a bit behind schedule, and that seemed to please him. The sense of pleasure she derived from his enjoyment filled her. She had decided after the spanking that she was going to put her full efforts into this relationship. She'd always wanted a dominant that would be both caring and stern with her. Someone who wouldn't let her walk all over him, but wouldn't trample her in the process. After the failure with Stephen she had resigned herself to thinking she would have to be a playroom sub and try to forget the full time desires she had.
Alex was pushing all of those thoughts out of her mind. He didn't demand her full attention or schedule every second of her life. He genuinely seemed to care about her and not just her body. He pushed her toward higher goals. She couldn't blame him for not understanding her limitations, but there would be time to explain why she would never work as a manager. She had been wrong last night. Every time he asked a question she evaded him, dodged every interest he showed. Hell, she knew that she would have deserved a punishment just by going to her apartment after her shift instead of letting him know what was going on. He'd let that go, but she had a feeling it all played a part in his coming to the end of his rope when she stomped away from him. She'd acted like a full-fledged brat again, and she hated that. Brats annoyed her. Why was she becoming one so easily? Maybe his letting her off the hook after her diner shift didn't sit well with her. Maybe she wanted him to draw the line in the sand.
If that was the case, why then, did she try to scratch out that line when he finally drew it? She had been honest; she wasn't good at being a full time submissive. She wanted to be, though. She wanted him to look at her as he did that morning when she'd accepted his dictate that he was driving her to and from work. His eyes had sparkled when she'd nodded with her own grin.
Unfortunately, that warm smile wasn't going to last. She'd made a royal mess of everything, and she was going to need to figure out a way to make it all better. Shortly after they had gotten in the car to head to the diner Alex reminded her about the dinner with his father.
"So, I'll pick you up at four. I'd like to go straight there. I'll bring some clothes for you to change into," he'd said to her as he turned onto the street leading to the diner. "Don't forget to let your boss know you won't be available after today." He'd casually said as he pulled up in front of the restaurant.
She'd taken a deep breath and unbuckled her seatbelt. "I'll see you at four." She didn't want to argue with him, the morning had gone so well. She had given him a kiss, one that he had put more effort into than would allow her body to ignore, and headed into the diner.
First off, she'd been given her new schedule. Instead of talking with her boss about her resignation, she folded the schedule and tucked it away. The guilt of that action, however, weighed on her as she began her shift. That coupled with Sara, the other waitress for the morning, calling in sick, or more likely hungover, had made her morning hectic. The blister on her wrist popped, leaving a hot sting in place. Bending it to accommodate trays and such only amplified the irritation. The discomfort she'd experienced every time the swinging door that led to the kitchen swung back and popped her in the backside reminded her of the punishment she'd received the night before.
Alex hadn't been overly harsh with her, and he'd been right. The only issue she had with the spanking was there had been no love making afterward, but that was quickly rectified in the morning. She knew he would see her plans to keep working both jobs was right, but first she worried he'd see her decision as direct defiance. He'd told her to give notice today. He had been very clear that she could finish the week if absolutely necessary but that would be it.
Those issues were going to be fixed later, after she talked to him and explained things. The current issue, the one that had her standing in the kitchen biting her nails, was sitting in the dining room waiting for her. Stephen. He'd texted her asking to see her. To apologize he said. At first she'd said no, she dug in her heels, but he promised to leave her be once he apologized
Her shift was nearly over, but she hadn't taken her break yet. Ten minutes would be enough time to get his apology and get him out of the diner before Alex showed up. With a reserved sigh she pushed through the door and walked over to his table. He'd picked a booth in an empty corner.
"Hi." He smiled widely. He was still handsome, physically anyway. It was the non-physical attributes that made her less attracted to him. She greeted him and slid into the booth across from him. "Okay." He put his hands up in the air as she took her seat. She'd ignored his signal that he wanted a hug, and he'd noticed. "I get it, you're pissed."
"Pissed? Stephen, you were an ass,” she snapped. "It was embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? Having your boss/boyfriend kick me out, embarrassed you?" His tone held a forced levity that his eyes did not share. She remembered the look vividly; he was in a menacing mood.
"You wanted something?" There was no point in arguing with him when he was in one of his moods, and she really needed him to go before Alex showed up. She had enough to deal with without adding him to the conversation.
"I wanted to apologize for getting in the way last night." He shrugged. "I hadn't realized I was such an ass though." He was mocking her. Always mocking her. "So, this is your other job? I would have thought Ken doll would have you tied up to his bed all day." Another smirk, more sincere.
"Ken doll? Rea
lly?" She shook her head. "Stephen." Even his name said from her lips made her feel as though she were betraying Alex. "Stephen, thank you for checking up on me. And thank you for stopping by today. But I'm doing good. I'm fine. I'm settled." She uncrossed her arms and folded her hands in her lap. Hoping the casual move would get him to cooperate.
"I don't want your thanks, baby." He folded his arms on the table. "I want you." He stared her down. "I think we can be good. I know I took a little advantage of you, I shouldn't have been so pushy. I'll take it slow this time. You may have had some more playtime now, but you need a full time hand. Someone that will be there when the floggers get put away." He was right. She did need that. Wanted that. But she didn't want that or need that from him.
"Stephen. I have Alex." She reminded him. "We agreed to be friends, and up until last night that's all you ever seemed to want. Why would you change your mind now?" She glanced at the clock behind him on the wall, five more minutes.
"You left. You left and I missed you. More than I should have missed a friend. I don't want to be your friend. I want to be that guy. That guy you come to with your troubles. The guy you crave when your body is on fire with lust. The guy you kneel to, obey and submit to. That's the guy I want to be." He had been rehearsing in the mirror, she decided. His grin was lopsided, his eyebrows arched, and his words perfectly stated. She'd seen him perform in much the same way several times over the years, both before and after they were together. She had been foolish to fall for it when he turned his game on her. She wanted to lay into him about it, but she didn't have time.
