by Mia Luxe
What if he doesn’t like what he sees?
Tanner gently traces his finger over my arms. His touch makes my skin get goosebumps.
I gasp as his mouth finds my lips, then kisses down my neck. My hands drop. I want him to see my body. He takes my nipple in his lips and I moan out in absolute pleasure as sensation washes through my body. I didn’t know anything could feel so good. I clasp my hand to my mouth, stopping myself from gasping.
Tanner’s hand grips my wrist gently but firmly, pulling my hand from my mouth as he sucks.
“Oh, my God, Tanner,” I moan out, and he pulls his mouth from my nipple.
“I want to hear you moaning for me, Emily. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
I nod – nervous, but I can’t resist the powerful man. I grasp at his shirt, and he pulls it off. His huge, muscled torso is illuminated by the shadowy light, and my jaw drops at his ripped abs and broad chest. The obsidian darkness of his bone frog tattoo contrasts against his flesh. I reach out, touching him like I can’t believe he exists. I trace a brutal scar that goes from his ribcage to his heart.
“What happened?” I gasp out, unable to stop myself from asking.
A dark look comes to Tanner’s eyes. He clenches his jaw, and shakes his head. “That’s far away now. I don’t want to be far away. I want to be here, with you.”
I bite my lip. “Me too,” I respond, and he gently but firmly pulls my pants and thong down, exposing my pussy to him.
“Oh fuuuck,” I gasp as he brings his mouth to my sopping wetness, pausing an inch away from me. My eyes are wide as I look down at him, feeling his breathe gentle and warm against me. He looks up, his eyes flashing.
Tanner tastes me, lapping the length of my wetness and exploring me with his tongue. My entire body shudders and he spreads my legs wide with his huge hands. For a second I try closing my legs, just to see how strong he is, but his hands feel like they’re made of iron, opening me for his tongue.
I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. Teasing, insistent, overwhelming sensation as the older man’s tongue finds my clit.
“Oh…” I bite my lip, stopping myself from swearing as my eyes roll back. He brings me to the verge of ecstasy, then stops, making me wriggle.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, my thighs spreading for him. Tanner says nothing, simply standing and pulling his pants and briefs off.
My jaw drops when I see his cock. It’s too huge. Thick, veiny, and throbbing hungrily for me. It stands straight out pointed at me. I’m hypnotized by it as he slowly mounts me, putting some of his weight on me and kissing me. I’m driven out of my mind as he rubs the head of his huge dick against my wetness, teasing the folds of my sex.
“Is it going to hurt?” I gasp – nervous, but needing so badly to be filled by his massive cock.
Tanner looks me deep in the eyes, protectively. “No one’s ever going to hurt you again,” he promises, and his cockhead presses into me, opening me for him. My eyes roll back as he presses past my resistance, tearing through my innocence. The man who used to come over for Sunday dinner, who used to joke and laugh with my father, is now deep inside me, splitting me apart and filling me with his massive cock.
He lets me adjust to his size, his hands wrapping around my body and holding me close. I breathe in, smelling his musk, my heart pounding faster than I thought possible. His abs and muscles grind against my body as he slides his cock out and then thrusts powerfully back into me.
“Oh, Tanner,” I gasp, and he kisses me, our bodies joining as he takes my innocence and claims me as his own.
His mouth had brought me to the brink, and as his cock throbs with every thrust I’m brought closer and closer to the edge. I surrender utterly, letting the older, powerful man use my body. Tanner growls, his arms squeezing tighter as he takes me harder, his huge weight pinning me to the bed. He fucks me steadily, and I adjust to his size, all discomfort turning into deep, carnal pleasure as my body adjusts to him as if he was made to be inside me.
His hands move down to my ass, squeezing and pulling me to meet his thrusts. I can feel his huge balls slapping against me, full of seed and I ache to be filled by him. The thought of his cock spurting inside me is too intense to handle, and I scream out as my orgasm overwhelms me like I’m buffeted down a raging river after a storm. Tanner pounds me with wild abandon, succumbing to his animal side as he growls, his cock stiffening and shooting his load deep inside me. His seed is warm, deep inside me, and the instant he cums it feels like liquid gold courses through my veins. I’ve never felt so much pleasure and I nearly black out when his thrusts slow until he’s holding me in his huge arms.
My body shakes and trembles like a leaf. Tanner’s huge weight pins me to the bed, and I’m filled with the older man’s seed.
“I can’t believe… I can’t believe how good sex with you is,” I gasp. I thought my first time would be different. Everyone says the first time is bad, and you have to learn your body. When I’m with Tanner, it’s like he knows exactly what I want. Each thrust is strong, and dominant, and perfect. Exactly what my body craves.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” whispers Tanner in my ear. His words make a chill run down my spine, like he’s dropped an ice cube down the back of my shirt.
“I guess I was right after all,” I say, a smile coming to my lips.
He cocks his head, confused. “What do you mean?”
I bite my lip, feeling cheeky. “I told you that you’d be sleeping in your bed and not the guestroom.”
He chuckles, and I can feel the low rumble vibrating through our bodies. He slowly pulls his cock from me, and I gasp and hold my hand between my legs. He helps me up and to the shower, then leaves me as I wash. There’s a hint of red from my first time, mixed with the ivory of his seed.
Tanner showers after me while I change into my pajamas and wait in bed. He comes back, pulls on pajama pants, and snuggles into bed next to me. I was worried for a second that it might be awkward between us, but he easily moves me into the little spoon position and wraps his arms around me. I can feel his bulge against my ass, and part of me aches to wriggle my hips and see if I can make his cock surge to attention again.
I can still feel him inside me. He stretched me, his huge dick making my body adjust to him and I don’t know if I could handle more right now.
My brows furrow.
He’s rich. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. He’s so in control. How… How is he single?
I don’t want the question to weight on my mind. It might be awkward, but if I want this to work between us I have to be honest.
“Tanner… I know it’s inappropriate, but I have to ask. How the heck is a guy like you single?”
He grunts, holding me closer. “That’s a question with a long answer. Don’t worry, Emily. I don’t have any skeletons in my closet, but let’s talk tomorrow. We’re both tired.”
I swallow, trying not to let my mind run wild.
A question with a long answer? What could it be?
I take a deep breathe, luxuriating in the feeling of the huge man. Nothing can hurt me here. I feel safe and protected, and I force the thoughts away.
“That sounds… Good,” I say, sleepily, and he kisses the back of my neck with tenderness. I can feel his breathe on the back of my neck, steady and sure, his heartbeat slow and powerful. He’s my big, strong man, and when I’m in his arms, nothing can hurt me.
I wonder why he’s single…
12
Emily Jones
I wake up in Tanner’s arms, wanting to purr as I lay next to his huge, powerful body. I shift a little, and his eye opens.
“Do you have to go to work today?”
He shakes his head. “I arranged for my second-in-command to take over for a day. The academy took all my time in the first five years, but I want to train Kevin as my replacement. As long as there’s no emergencies…”
I beam. “Wow. You took the day off just for me?”
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�Just for you,” he smiles. “In truth, the eighty-hour work weeks are a younger man’s game. I’ve been wanting to pass the torch and focus on something else.”
Something else. Could he possibly mean… Me?
We get up and I brush my teeth. My luggage arrived in the night and was placed at the front door.
Tanner makes me a huge omelet and I eat it gratefully.
I’m so curious.
“Um, so, about what I asked you last night…”
He takes a bite and swallows.
“About why I’m single?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
He considers. “You’re the first woman since I came back from combat who’s really made me feel something. That, and I’ve got an old-fashioned style.”
“An old-fashioned style?”
He nods.
“I believe a man should be strong and capable of protecting his woman and children. That he should be able to lead his family forward and live a life worthy of respect. I don’t believe in idle hookups and playing games. Emily, if you’re going to be with me, know that I’m serious.”
I sip my orange juice, feeling nervous.
I never thought past how safe he makes me feel.
“And women aren’t into that?”
“I can be intense. I believe firmly in domestic discipline.”
“What’s that?”
“It means having a firm hand. It means acting in a way deserving of respect, and getting it. It means standards of behavior that have to met, and punishments for not meeting those standards.”
Sometimes I feel so lost… But when I’m with Tanner, I feel like I’m on the right path.
“I’ve never heard of anyone living like that.”
“It’s not common anymore. Nowadays couples fight over little things. Things are left unsaid, things are left to fester. A small transgression can turn into a big fight and argument. I want things out in the open. Emily, I want you. I want you to be mine. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe. And I’ll help you become the best version of yourself you can be.”
He’s a walking, talking embodiment of respect and strength.
I shake my head. “Tanner, your job! If anyone found out about us, you’d be ruined!”
He smiles. “No one will find out. You’re safe here. You’re my little secret.”
I bite my lip. “What you were talking about… I think I might like it. I sometimes… I do things, and I regret it the next day, and it just weighs on me forever.”
We finish our food, and he puts the plates in the dishwasher.
“Could you make us some coffee?”
“Sure.”
I make coffee and pour two steaming cups. It feels natural to bring him a hot, steaming mug. I enjoy the feeling of doing things for him. Tanner sits, deep in thought.
“You’re driving me crazy. What are you thinking about?”
He gives me an appraising look.
“Emily, you don’t have to accept this. But if you want us to have a future together, you need to agree to this. I want a traditional relationship. I won’t pressure you into it. It’s your choice. If you say no, you can still stay here. I will still work with you to uncover Mike Fuller’s treachery and bring him to justice. But we can’t be together unless you want what I want.”
I bite my lip and reach my hand out. He takes it in his, his grip firm yet gentle.
“What… What would it mean?”
He looks me in his eyes. “It means I’m the head of the household. You fulfill your duties, you respect yourself, and you respect me. You be the best version of yourself, and I swear to you, I will never hurt you. I will never treat you with disrespect, and I will always honor you.”
I don’t understand why I don’t have the urge to withdraw my hand from his. This is so against everything I was brought up to believe.
But isn’t this… Isn’t this wrong?
“That’s… That’s intense.”
He nods.
“If you’re with me, I’ll provide for you. But I expect you to provide me, as well. To keep my house clean, my meals cooked, my laundry neatly folded. Like I said, I’m traditional. I believe in good old-fashioned values. And I will not tolerate anything less.”
The image of myself in a 50s dress flashes through my mind, and I’m turned on like never before.
“What do you mean: You won’t tolerate anything less?”
“It means you will respect me at all times, and that I will be deserving of your respect. You won’t interrupt me, or backtalk, or roll your eyes when I talk. You won’t drink to excess or act rudely in public. You will be worthy of me, and I will be worthy of you.”
I gulp.
“Tanner, nobody does this! This isn’t what people do in relationships.”
He nods. “And why do you think so many people resent their partners? This style of relationship isn’t for everyone, but it’s what I need in a woman. I knew from the first time I set my eyes on you that you were special. This isn’t an excuse for me to control you. Even when it’s tough, like with this Sunday for example, I still respect your abilities. It makes me uncomfortable to have my woman in any danger, but I trust you to get into the computer room and put the USB in.”
Sometimes in life you know things are wrong without knowing why.
Whenever Mike touched me, I knew it was wrong, even though he pretended to love me.
As I think on Tanner’s words, I know – in contrast – that this is right.
This type of relationship probably isn’t right for most people. But… It feels like it’s right for me. Isn’t that what being true to yourself is? Doing things that you want, even if society would think I’m weak, or foolish for wanting a man who can take charge?
I nod, unsure.
“I need you to say it. I need you to tell me this is what you want.”
I smile a little. “This is what I want. When I’m with you, I want to be in a…”
“… taken-in-hand relationship?”
A shudder of lust goes through me.
“I want to be in a taken-in-hand relationship with you, Tanner Strom.”
The moment I say the words, Tanner Strom changes.
Everything about him is more prominent. His back is straighter, his body stronger, his vital energy threatening to overwhelm me with his presence.
“Tanner… I don’t like any of that… 50 Shades stuff. I’m not into handcuffs, or chains, or…”
He shakes his head. “Nor am I. I’m only interested in making you feel safe and cared for. You’ll know if you act badly. You’ll feel the shame and guilt and instead of it festering away, you’ll be able to be rid of it.”
There’s on thing stopping me from feeling comfortable. One niggling thing I’ve pushed back in my mind.
I remember how Sarah looked scared as I slapped her, after she had begged for mercy. My cheeks flush red with shame.
“You were right. I shouldn’t have kept trying to hit Sarah.”
I look down, and he gently presses my chin up to look at him.
“It was good of you to protect your friend. But when you kept trying to hurt Sarah after she begged for mercy, you became the bully. You acted shamefully. You’re a better person than that.”
Tears come to my eyes as I let the guilt flow over me instead of repressing it away like I usually do if I don’t do something right.
“Stand in front of the chair and pull down your bottoms.”
I stand in front of the chair and pull down my bottoms, the guilt of what I did mixing with fear as he pulls down my thong to the ground. I’m naked and exposed.
I bend over the chair and cling with my hands to the seat, not sure what to expect.
The hiss of the belt through the air becomes the harsh crack of the leather on my ass. It hurts way more than I was expecting. Fiery agony pulses through my bottom.
He slaps his belt against my ass again and I whimper in pain, harsh agony shooting through me. My whole body wriggles.
“Tanner, I learned my lesson,” I moan.
“This is serious. Breathe in and out. You know you need this.”
I whimper, not sure if I can handle much more, the guilt of what I did already evaporating in the pain. This is nothing like the spanking I gave him in the office. I’m not wet or turned on, and I know he isn’t hard. He’s teaching me a lesson.
“Okay,” I moan, my buttocks tensing.
He brings his belt against my ass again, and I jump, wanting to cover my ass with my hands.
“Don’t move. Don’t cover your ass with your hands, or you could get a broken finger.”
I clutch the chair harder. He brings the strap down against me again, hard enough that my legs are quivering from the agony. The strong, dominant headmaster is teaching me a stern lesson that I know I deserve. I cry, tears streaming down my face from the agony.
He brings the belt down on me again, the harsh crack filling the room. The pain is too much too handle.
“You’ve learned your lesson,” he says sternly, and I stand up shakily. All my guilt has disappeared. I turn, my ass still on fire, and he hugs me – holding me tight against his powerful body. After five minutes, all my tears of pain disappear.
“Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom,” he says kindly. I nod and pick up my underwear.
In the bathroom I look at my reflection in the mirror. My face is red from crying.
I usually feel turmoil inside. Now I feel…
Calm. I feel calm like… I don’t know how to explain it. Purified?
I turn around and look at my bottom.
There are five red lines on the fleshy part of my buttocks from where he brought his belt down on me.
I come back out and find it hard to meet Tanner’s eyes.
“Don’t be ashamed, Emily. You didn’t live up to your potential. You made a mistake, and you paid for it. It won’t ever be brought up again. You don’t have to feel bad anymore.”
I look up, trembling.
