Party Favors

by Jennifer Dunne, Madeleine Oh

  She spread her thighs further, her hand dipping to part her woman’s mound. The dusky rose of her flesh glistened and her aroused clitoris peaked at him from its sheltering hood. He licked his lips when he saw her muscles clench under his interested gaze.

  David’s heart thudded in his chest and he shoved the pole into the water with more force than necessary, sending the boat to rocking. She gave a half-hearted squeal and released herself to clutch the sides. Mentally cursing himself, he steadied the craft and they continued their journey.

  “Touch yourself, Kay,” he commanded. “But don’t come. It’s up to me to provide your release. I decide when and where and for now, you must wait until we reach home.”

  Her dark eyes met his and she licked her lips. There was indecision written on her face and he held his breath. Would she refuse him? What would he do if she backed out now? Would he take her back to the bar? Could he release her after having had her only once?

  Luckily, he didn’t have to answer those difficult questions. He released the breath he’d been holding when she braced her knees on either side of the boat and exposed herself once more. With her pink polished nails, she began to stroke. Her movements were slow, sensual, as she dragged her fingertips over her clit, then down to tease the opening of her beautiful pussy. Her eyes narrowed and her hips rolled in accompaniment to her smooth strokes. Within moments, her breathing had deepened and her eyes slid closed. She drew up her knees to brace her feet on the edges of the boat.

  The netting covered her only to her waist. It had rucked up around her hips as she’d moved. Soft cries sounded from her mouth as her back arched when she slid her fingers into her weeping cunt and began to finger-fuck herself. He could tell from her increasingly frenzied movements that she was close to the edge, much closer than he wanted her to be.

  “Kay—” His voice held more than a hint of warning.

  She didn’t appear to have heard him and continued her sensual dance. Her back arched and a wild cry broke from her lips. Her hands covered her cunt, but he could tell from her slowing movements she’d already reached her release. He knew the sight of a woman’s orgasm as well as he knew his own face.

  Kay had disobeyed him. Had she done it deliberately? Did she expect him to punish her?

  David tore his gaze away from her soft body, pushing his lust into a far corner of his mind and slamming the door on it. Fixing his gaze upon an unseen landmark in the darkness, he continued driving the boat forward, his pace urgent now.

  The thought of giving this bewitching little minx a spanking was pleasurable, more so than he’d have thought an hour ago. Indeed, it was rapidly becoming incorporated in one of his favorite fantasies. With his mind filled with images of her butt pinkening beneath swats of his hand, he almost didn’t hear her address him.

  “Hunter?” Her voice was louder this time.

  “Yes?” Sweat broke out on his forehead as Remy’s private dock came into view.

  “Are you mad?” Her tone was tentative.

  Mad wasn’t quite how he’d describe it…

  “I told you to restrain yourself,” he kept his voice cool, matter-of-fact. “And you chose to disobey me. How do you think I should feel?”

  She was silent, her head bowed beneath the net. While he’d been imagining her stretched out across his lap as he swatted her, she’d sat up and composed herself with her hands neatly folded in her lap. Her knees were together and her heels were tucked under her seat. He could only hope she didn’t find the box of paints and small canvases he’d stashed there earlier in the day.

  “I suppose I should be punished,” she said, her voice was low.

  He caught the faint quiver that shook her shoulders. Was she afraid of him? She certainly gave every sign of being afraid with her head bowed and her shoulders hunched like that. Maybe he should—

  Then she looked up and he caught the look of excitement in her eyes before she could mask it with remorse.

  Well, that answered that question.

  Hunter slowed the pirogue and met the dock with a gentle bump. Within seconds, he’d tied the boat off and helped her up onto the wooden planks of the dock. He started down the narrow gravel path toward the cabin and Kay hung back.

  “What are you going to do?” Her voice was low.

  “I haven’t decided.” He threw her what he hoped was a menacing look. “When I make that decision, you’ll know shortly after I do. Right now, you need to get moving.” He gestured to the path. “I think you’re in deep enough as it is, don’t you?”

  She bit her lip and scurried past him, her excitement a palpable heat that clung to her body. David followed closely, his mind devising all sorts of delightful torment for his disobedient slave.

  Chapter 4

  Kay twined her purse strap around her fingers as she climbed the steps to Hunter’s cabin. The narrow nylon braid had almost numbed them by the time she heard the creak of the front door.

  Shrouded by thick shadows, he stood by the door, his arm outstretched, indicating his desire for her to precede him. All she could see was the gleam of his eyes.

  It’s now or never, girl…

  Anticipation vied for a space among the nervous butterflies in her stomach as she stepped past him into the dark cavern of his home. She moved to the left until she was just inside the door leaving room for him to enter.

  The darkness was thick, exacerbated by the heavy humidity. For a split second, she was frightened of the alien Louisiana night and the stranger beside her. It wasn’t too late to turn back…

  The click of a wall switch caused her to jump and she bumped into Hunter. His big hands caught her by the elbows and he hauled her against his chest.

  “Looks like we’re alone in the dark…” He nuzzled her neck.

  Kay gave a nervous laugh. “You’d mentioned in your letters that this happens from time to time.”

  Hunter tensed and set her away from him with an abrupt move. She heard him flick the wall switch a few more times. He muttered a low curse then strode past her, vanishing into the dark. She heard rustling, the slam of a drawer, then the welcome screech of a match. Light flickered and Hunter held the bright tip to the wick of a glass kerosene lamp.

  “Sorry about this, I’ll have to restart the generator. It won’t take but a minute.” He put the lamp on a small kitchen table, then headed for what she assumed was the back door. After throwing a slide lock, he vanished into the night.

  Curious and much calmer now that she could see her surroundings, she saw the cabin wasn’t very large with everything contained in one room. To the left was a sitting area with a dark brown couch that had obviously seen better days. A laptop sat on the scarred coffee table and she smiled at the sight of it. That must be where he answered her emails.

  A black and white TV, complete with wire hanger antenna, sat on a wooden Jax beer box near a large window. Next to that were some bookshelves where dozens of books, both paperbacks and hardcovers, vied for space. Scattered among them were framed photographs that she was itching to inspect.

  Kay cast a nervous glance toward the door where Hunter had vanished. There was no telling when he could be back. Unwilling to be caught snooping, she moved away.

  The kitchen and dining area was against the back wall. A sink, small stove and refrigerator were arranged on the right and a small table with two chairs was on the left. A glass Mason jar sat in the center, filled with an explosion of wildflowers.

  Sections of the wood floor were covered with a variety of colorful handmade rag rugs. The wood between them gleamed and she was quick to notice there was not a dish or newspaper in sight. He was certainly tidy for a man.

  In a corner of the cabin hung a sheer curtain. She moved to peek around it and there she found the door leading to the bathroom and the bed.

  It was massive, made of some type of walnut. It stood tall, so tall there were several steps just to climb onto it. Thick pillows rested against the headboard and the clean white cases contrasted with the b
rightly colored quilt. She ran her hand over the covers. Soon they would be in this bed—

  She jumped as the roar of a motor starting shattered her fantasy. Feeling guilty for some reason, she scrambled back toward the front door. Needing something to do, she shut and attempted to bolt it. She was bemused when she couldn’t find a lock of any kind. Obviously Hunter didn’t think his neighbors would break in his house.

  “We’re up and running.” He came through the back door, his hands greasy from his work. He kicked the door shut, then walked to the sink and began washing. “The air conditioning should cool the place down shortly.”

  “Does that happen a lot?” She twined her fingers in her purse strap again.

  He shrugged. “From time to time. We don’t use it all that often—” An odd look crossed his face and he stopped speaking.

  She frowned. “You don’t live here all the time?”

  “Oui, but I don’t use the generator all the time.” He picked up a hand towel that hung on the front of the oven and dried his hands. “Sometimes the old ways are best.” He nodded toward the oil lamp.

  She had to admit the golden glow from that one fragile flame was welcoming, more so than artificial light. Not to mention the fact that candlelight was flattering to female thighs—

  “Come to me,” Hunter commanded.

  Her time had come.

  Kay slid her purse off her shoulder and left it on the top of the television. He stood in front of the sink, his big arms folded over his chest and his expression remote. On wobbly legs, she forced herself to move to him. She stopped when she stood within arm’s reach of him.

  “On the way here, I gave you a direct order. I said you could play with yourself, but you weren’t allowed to come.” His dark gaze penetrated her soul. “I am the Master in this relationship and you’ve disobeyed me.”

  Kay bit her lip, her uneasiness forgotten as excitement raced to the fore. She could feel her pussy growing damp again.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  “I think it’s time to show you how a disobedient slave is treated, don’t you?”

  A whimper threatened to break free and she bit down hard to stop it. She gave a quick nod.

  “Good, we’re in agreement.” He took her arm just above the elbow and led her to the table. Pulling out one of the wooden chairs, he sat down. “Now, you must take your punishment. We’ll begin once you present yourself to me.”

  She tipped her head to the side, confused. “What do you mean?”

  “Lay across my knees and pull up your skirt,” he instructed. “I want to see your beautiful ass.”

  Her hands were damp as she moved to his side. Bracing herself on his thigh, she laid facedown across his lap. She gave a squeak when he shifted her body until her head was pointed down toward the floor and her buttocks were centered on his lap. She braced her arms on the floor.

  “I don’t relish punishing you, ma petite.”

  His impressive erection pressed into her left hip, belying his words. Either he had a potato in his pants or he was enjoying this just as much as she!

  “But we must do this to show you who is the Master here.” He laid his hands upon her upper thighs before flicking up her skirt and exposing her. “Now relax, Kay.” He stroked her buttocks and upper thighs in long, soothing strokes. “I want you willing in this.”

  She forced herself to relax, but it wasn’t easy. She wasn’t uncomfortable, though the blood was rushing to her head a bit. Maybe this wouldn’t take too long and she could—

  Hunter nudged her thighs apart leaving her exposed to his touch, his gaze. She moaned as need streaked through her abdomen. She was so helpless, so wet…so needy…

  He gave her a gentle spank on one buttock, then the other. She sighed. Well, that was easy enough—

  His hand came down again, only this time it wasn’t quite so gentle. She screamed, her back arching upward. He placed one hand between her shoulders, forcing her down again until she stopped struggling.

  “Don’t resist me, Kay. I will have my way with you.” His tone was short and severe and, judging from the harsh jut of his cock against her hip, he was even more aroused than before.

  Kay went limp, her lower lip caught between her teeth as he resumed her punishment, this time with lighter blows. The sound of his hand against her buttocks echoed through the room as heat spread through her tender flesh. He was careful to move his hand around with no two slaps in the same place as the one before. And with each stroke, her need increased until she was almost humping against his leg. She longed to grind her pussy against something hard, anything to relieve the unending arousal.

  “Your ass is a beautiful shade of pink, Kay.” His voice was strained, breathless.

  The blows had slowed somewhat, but each one was more painful, thanks to the previous ones. She winced and spread her thighs in an effort to relieve some of the discomfort.

  The slaps stopped and she felt his hands spreading her open.

  “Are you wet for me, Kay?” he whispered.

  She nodded, then jumped when he gave her another crack across the ass. Tears stung her eyes.

  “Speak to me when I ask you a question, slave.”

  “Yes, I’m wet for you.” The tears came faster now.

  “Just one more—”

  She screamed as his hand came down across her smarting buttocks. Before her scream died, Hunter flipped her upright in his lap and cuddled her as one would a child.

  Confused and still aroused, she curled into him, burrowing her face in his neck. Was she hurt? Embarrassed? Did she still want him to fuck her? Now she was too confused to tell for sure.

  “Shh, bébé.” He wrapped his big arms around her, his touch soothing, a sharp contrast to his spanking. “I hated that as much as you did, Kay, but it had to be done.” He kissed her damp cheek. “Now I’ll make us a drink and we’ll continue with our plans.”

  He helped her up, not letting go of her until he was sure she was steady on her feet. Then he fixed tall glasses of lemonade with lots of ice. Kay remained standing near the table, ashamed that her buttocks were so sore she couldn’t bear the thought of sitting on that hard wooden seat.

  “It’ll pass.” He’d drained his glass before he pulled her into his arms. “In the morning, the burn will be but a faint memory.”

  She braced her forehead against his chest, drained. The pain might fade, but the confusion wouldn’t. How could pain cause such arousal? Before she’d only had gentle spankings, maybe one or two swats. It had seemed like the more strident the spanking the more aroused she’d become.

  His hands moved up and down her back in a slow, soothing motion. As they reached her hips, she gave an involuntary jerk and his hands stilled.

  “I know what you need,” he said.

  He took her hand and walked her to the bed, then ushered her up the short steps at the side. Laying her down, he removed her sandals, his touch gentle, reassuring. She reclined at his urging and sighed when he spread her thighs.

  As aroused as she was, it took only a few brief strokes to bring her to climax. Heat arced from his fingers to her spine as she screamed in satisfaction. Her fists knotted in the sheets as she felt the bed dip when he climbed in beside her. She kept her eyes closed as he slid his arm around her. Suddenly exhausted, she curled into his side.

  “Rest, we’ll talk in the morning.” She felt him kiss her on the forehead and let herself slide into sleep, exhausted both physically and mentally.

  Chapter 5

  If it were possible, Kay was even more beautiful in the morning light.

  With her face freshly scrubbed, she sat on the front steps of the cabin, drenched in sunlight. The golden rays of midmorning had turned her hair to silver and warmed her pale cheeks. Her eyes were closed and her chin was tilted up to receive the warm caress. On her lips was a dreamy smile.

  David stood at the end of the porch holding two cups of coffee. He needed to capture this exquisite image in watercolors…no, they
weren’t strong enough for this image. Oils on an oversized canvas with thick, bold strokes might do her justice.

  He shook his head. He worried about giving himself away by just talking to her. There was no way he could ask to paint her. As knowledgeable as she was about art, she’d recognize a Hunter original in four brushstrokes or less.

  He cast a glance in the direction of the attic. There was no way he could let her wander into his temporary studio, either. The jig would be up in seconds if she entered the room. A jolt of panic struck his stomach. He wasn’t ready to give her up, not yet.

  “Is that for me?”

  Her husky voice intruded upon his thoughts. Her beautiful gaze met his before it slid away. Something was wrong. Was she disturbed about last night?

  He pasted a friendly smile on his face as he walked to her. “Oui, fresh chicory coffee. One cup will keep you up and going for the rest of the day.” He dropped onto the top step beside her, then handed her one of the mugs.

  She smiled her thanks and took a sip of the steaming black liquid. She gave an approving nod. “Just the right amount of sugar.”

  “So you don’t like sweet tea, but you like your coffee sweet?” he teased.

  She smiled and a soft blush colored her cheeks. “Yeah, well…” She shrugged. “How did you guess?”

  “I didn’t. This cup doesn’t have any sugar.” She laughed and he leaned closer. “I see you’re wearing one of my T-shirts.”

  She nodded. “I hope you don’t mind—”

  “I don’t. It looks better on you than it does on me.” Her full breasts were neatly outlined under the thin, white cotton and he enjoyed the view.

  “I didn’t feel right putting my dress on again…”

  There was definitely something wrong here. She was stiff and almost formal, not as relaxed as a woman should be after spending the night in the arms of her lover.

  “What’s on your mind, Kay?” He put his mug on the step beside him and propped his arms across his knees. “Talk to me.”

  She sighed. Her gaze was glued to the gravel path that led to the dock. Judging from the rising color in her cheeks, she was embarrassed to speak her mind.