by Sasha White
“Maybe I’ll let you give me one.” He lifted his head and gave her a small smile. “How was your afternoon?”
“Not bad.”
He nodded. “Good. Go lock the front door, Lara, then come back and have a seat. I’ll be done here in a minute.”
She did as he told her, her blood heating and pulse jumping. He’d used that tone. The one that told her he was in Dom mode, and made her mind start to fuzz over with lust.
After locking the door, she perched herself in the visitor chair in front of his desk, hands in her lap and legs crossed at the ankles. A strange mixture of excitement and calm settled over her as she waited for him to finish his work.
He didn’t make her wait long before he closed the file and set it aside. He stared at her, and she met his gaze. “Come here, Lara.”
With no hesitation whatsoever, she got up and walked to his side. He pushed his chair back and gestured for her to sit on his lap. She lifted a leg to straddle him, but he shook his head. “No. Like this.”
Large hands gripped her hips and pulled her down until she was sitting crosswise in his lap like a little girl on Santa’s knee.
“I need to hold you,” he said, pulling her head down until she was tucked against his chest. Citrusy cologne mixed with the musky scent of man blanketed her and she nuzzled her nose against the warm skin of his neck. One of his arms snaked around her waist, and the other settled hotly on her thigh. “When I dropped you off at home last night, it was just after one in the morning, and I walked right past your car at the curb, twice, and there wasn’t any damage.”
“I tol—”
“I’m talking, Lara.”
She snapped her mouth closed and snuggled against him again. She hadn’t even given her car a look when he’d dropped her off the night before. All of her focus had been on him, and her wonderfully exhausted body. Sort of like now. How did he expect her to listen when all she wanted to do was trace that tattoo with her tongue?
She parted her lips, and licked his neck. Yum! A warm hand stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, a purr of contentment rumbling inside her. She opened her mouth and pressed it against his neck, laving it with her tongue, sucking gently as he talked.
“Do you know how it felt to hear from Graham that you were in trouble this morning? To know that you’d needed something, even if it was only a ride to work, and you didn’t call me for it?”
She could hear the hurt in his voice and her heart clenched. “My first instinct was to call you, but I thought I was being silly.”
“It’s never silly to call me. Any time, day or night, for anything, you call me. This thing between us is about more than sex, Lara. It’s about us belonging to each other. About being able to give each other what we need. And I need you to trust that I will always be there for you, to give you what you need.” He kissed the top of her head. “Even when it’s not what you want.”
That last part didn’t sound so good.
Lara sighed. Emotions she didn’t understand were swirling around in her stomach and she didn’t know what to do. Her instinct was to cuddle closer to Karl and bask in being his, but her brain wouldn’t let her. She’d learned the hard way that there was no one to depend on but herself, and to believe otherwise was just asking for hurt.
But she wanted to. She really did want what he spoke of.
“Yes, Sir.” She lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes.
He kissed her gently before lifting her off his lap. “Take your jeans off, sugar, and bend over the desk.”
Heat flashed through her, spreading from her belly to the juncture of her thighs. Her nipples hardened instantly and began to ache for attention.
“Yes, Sir!” Pushing aside the confusing thoughts and emotions running through her, she unsnapped her jeans, kicked them off and stepped up to the desk.
She didn’t need any foreplay. Her body was already trembling with the need to feel him deep inside her. She spread her legs and bent forward, bracing her hands on the hardwood desktop.
Karl leaned against her back, and spoke into her ear, his breath warm and moist on her skin. “You’ve joked about getting spanked a couple of times. Let’s see how you like it, shall we?”
“Spanked?” She tried to straighten, but her back hit the solid wall of his chest. He had her pinned close to the table; she couldn’t straighten without asking him to move. And she wasn’t about to do that.
“I want your body, your heart, and your soul, Lara. You said your body is mine, so I’m going to use it to get the rest. Starting with punishing you for worrying me.”
His erection nudged against her ass and Lara repressed the shiver of anticipation than ran through her. An uncontrollable urge to push him, to explore what was happening took over her. “You’ve been looking for a reason to spank me since we met. Go ahead, I can take anything.”
“You don’t get it yet, do you, sugar?” He stepped back; one hand left pressing into the middle of her back, forcing her down until her torso was stretched out along the top of the desk, the other hand stroked down her back and smoothed over her buttocks. “I don’t need a reason to spank you. This body is mine, to do with what I please. If I want to spank, I spank.”
His hand lifted and a loud smack echoed in the room as he brought his hand down sharply on her rounded cheek. Stinging pain shot through her, she cried out.
“Hurts, does it?”
His words had barely faded when his hand came down again. “Holy shit!” Why the hell had she agreed to try this submissive thing?
“You can take it, sugar,” he taunted. “My girl is tough.” Smack!
“Independent.” Smack!
“I’m sorry, Sir.” The words jumped from Lara’s lips in an effort to make him stop. Sure, she could just stand up and walk away. Karl didn’t strike her as deranged or abusive; he wouldn’t stop her. But that would mean quitting their game, and she wasn’t ready to give up the pleasure he could dish out just because of a little pain.
“I know you’re sorry, but that isn’t enough.” As he spoke, his hand rubbed over her heated cheeks, delivering, small upward slaps to the under curve of her ass. “You need to understand, and accept that just because your body enjoys this, it doesn’t mean it’s only sex.”
Her mind rebelled, making her speak rashly. “I’m not enjoying this, Sir.”
“Now, Lara, I explained to you, honesty and communication is key. Don’t lie to me.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three blows in quick succession, the sound of his hard hand hitting her soft flesh blending with her cries in an erotic symphony.
Then he slid his hand over her throbbing cheeks and down between her thighs. “So hot, baby. You have to learn to trust me to know what you need. See how your body enjoys this? You’ve been asking for a spanking since we met. Twitching your tail, and saying ‘Yes, Sir,’ but holding part of yourself back from me, and from yourself. See how much you like this, how wet you are, how much you needed this?”
His taunt hit home and silenced her. She bit down on her lip and pressed her hot forehead to the tabletop, fighting the rioting sensations of her body. But he was right. Her mind might be rebelling at what he was doing, but her body loved it.
“You are a sexual submissive, sugar. You need this, your body craves it, and deep inside you know it. Don’t be scared of your needs; they don’t make you weak. They make you special.” Her pussy lips thickened and the juices that had started flowing at the second smack of her ass were now coating her inner thighs. His voice was strong and deep, his words flowing into her ears and settling in her core.
He leaned forward, his fingers working her clit as his hard-on pressed against her hip and his chest rubbed against the side of her body. His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, softly this time. “We’re in this together, you and I. All the way.” Warm lips pressed against the soft spot beneath her ear, soothing her.
A shudder ripped through her. All the way?
He stood and removed his fingers from her clit, rubbing
his hand over her ass again. “You already gave me your body. This is mine, right?”
She nodded, a unique calmness settling over her. Her mind starting to float along the sensations he’d created in her body.
“My body to protect.” Smack!
“My body to punish.” Smack!
“My body to pleasure.” Smack!
Tears streamed silently down Lara’s cheeks as she lay bent over the table in submission. The pain had crossed a line into pleasure and intense satisfaction, narrowing her world to only this moment. To his voice, his hand, and the heat and hunger of her empty pussy. She unconsciously spread her thighs farther apart, opening herself up to him, for whatever he wanted to do to her.
“No more hiding behind your lusts, your wants,” he said as he stepped behind her.
The rasp of his zipper going down started a trembling deep within her. Oh, yes!
He kicked her feet farther apart, and the head of his cock nudged against her sex. “But I know you,” he crooned. “I see beyond my girl’s wants, to her needs. And you need this, don’t you? You need me inside you.”
“Oh, yes!” The calmness she’d felt was fading, swallowed up by the overwhelming hunger to take him inside her. She wanted that cock so bad. She’d wanted it since the first second she met him, and every minute since. “Fuck me, Karl. Please.”
With one smooth thrust, he filled her. Strong hands gripped her waist and he pumped hard and fast into her, his balls bouncing against her clit as his belly slapped against her burning ass cheeks. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him.
“Thank you. Thank you, Sir. Yes, yes, I needed this.” Her cunt instantly tightened around his cock in spasms of pleasure as her body rejoiced in the pleasure of being used. “Can I come? Sir, can I come?”
“God, you feel good. So hot and tight and wet. Your cunt sucks at me with every move. Feel that? Feel how good we fit?” Karl’s voice became ragged as he spoke, his hips pumping faster, harder.
Her insides tightened, everything tightened. He kept slamming into her, his cock hitting deep with every thrust as she panted and cried and begged. She was going to come! She couldn’t come, he hadn’t said she could come! “Karl! Please! Can I come?”
“Yes!” He roared his answer, his fingers digging into her hips as he bent his knees and lodged himself so deep inside that her feet lifted off the ground. Hot liquid shot from his body to hers as his cock swelled and jerked inside her spasming core.
When she could breath again, the first thing she did was speak. “Thank you.”
Karl’s heart skipped a beat at her soft words and he slipped his hands beneath her. Lifting, he stepped back, carrying her with him as he found his chair.
Once again, he arranged her in his lap. He put a shaking finger under her chin and lifted her face to his.
“What’s between us is more than sex, Lara. That was more than sex.” He kissed the streaks left on her cheeks from her dried tears, his chest tightening at the salty taste.
Fear clouded her eyes, and he sensed panic trying to get ahold of her. He stroked a gentle hand up and down her back, his gaze never leaving hers as he strove to keep her calm.
“Shhhhh, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I was wrong to withhold myself from you last night. You needed me too much, and it’s too soon for you to truly trust that I’ll always give you want you need, even if it’s not right away. But I can only do that if you’re honest with me and with yourself, Lara.”
He kissed her then, his tongue gently coaxing hers into play. Her arms crept up and around his neck and she melted into him, giving him the comfort they both needed.
25
She sat on Karl’s lap, kissing and cuddling and soaking up his warmth. Eyes closed, cradled against him, she was surrounded, safely cocooned in his energy. She got it now. The burning of her freshly spanked ass was a badge of her strength, and his concern.
After a short while, Karl patted her hip and told her to get dressed, he was going to take her home. She floated through getting dressed and the drive home as if in a dream, her head full but unwilling to delve too deeply into her thoughts just then.
Instead, she focused on Karl’s constant touching. His hand at her back, keeping his hand on top of hers when she placed it on his thigh, holding her hand as he walked her to the door. It felt so good when she was with him. Better than good, she felt sexy and beautiful and safe and cared for.
She felt cherished.
It was weird, but being with him excited her, and at the same time, calmed something deep within. Something she hadn’t even been aware of before.
She unlocked her door and turned to him. “Will you come in? I’ll cook you dinner.” The words were out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. They certainly weren’t what she’d planned, but the thought of him leaving just then was too much for her. She wasn’t ready to say good-bye.
His eyes lit up and his smile set the butterflies to fluttering in her stomach. “I’d like that. Thanks, sugar.”
He came in and sat at the kitchen table while she searched the cupboards for ideas. She wasn’t a gourmet or anything, but she enjoyed cooking, and she really wanted to make something nice for Karl.
“Water, Coke, or coffee?” she asked when she opened the fridge.
“Real Coke, or diet?”
“Definitely real. Real stuff always has the best flavor. Like butter.” She held up the container she’d just pulled from the fridge. “No man-made margarine here. Real butter is better.”
That set the tone, and Lara was pleased that Karl kept things light. They made small talk while she wrapped some salmon in tinfoil with butter and herbs and then slid them into the oven. By the time she was slicing and dicing fresh veggies, they were laughing over the story of his first fishing trip with his dad.
“I loved the camping, loved the fire, and the tent, but something about being in a small canoe out on the Pacific Ocean, even though we weren’t way out there, just made my balls shrivel up and hide.”
Lara loved that he’d admit to a fear. “So are you still scared of the water?”
“Not if I’m on a big boat or a ferry.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his self-depreciating smile. “It sounds like you had a good childhood.”
“I did. My parents had a good marriage, and they loved me.” He nodded, his gaze steady on her. “I was lucky, not everyone has that as an example of how things can be.”
She opened the fridge, searching for something, anything, to do so that she didn’t have to meet his gaze. She didn’t want to talk about families and childhoods. She’d worked too hard to put hers behind her.
“I don’t have anything for dessert. I wasn’t planning on cooking for company.”
Karl grabbed her hand and pulled her over to stand between his knees. He kissed her knuckles, his tongue skimming the sensitive skin between her fingers. “I think we had desert before we left the office.”
The purr in his voice reached deep inside her and stroked her sex. Locking her knees to stop the trembling that had started there, she licked her lips, trying to think of something to say, anything to say.
“You weren’t one of the lucky ones, were you?” he asked softly.
She shook her head, avoiding his gaze, but unable to ignore the question. “It wasn’t perfect, but it could’ve been worse.”
“Want to tell me about it?” His thumb caressed the palm of her hand, giving her a solid connection to something warm. Giving her strength.
She met his gaze, a small smile lifting her lips as she shrugged. “There’s nothing to tell. My mom left when I was so little I don’t remember her, and my dad was a drunk who couldn’t keep a job.”
“So you not only had to take care of yourself, but of him, too.” Karl’s body remained relaxed, slouched in the chair with her standing between his knees, but she could sense the tension grow in him, see the anger in his eyes. Not anger at her, but for her.
“For a while—then I left. It’s easier to look after myself when I’m the only person I need to worry about.”
“I know you’ve been looking after yourself for a long time. More than a decade you said, but I meant what I said. What we have is special. We’re in this together, Lara, all the way. You just have to decide if you’re brave enough to give it a chance.”
She just stood there, heart thumping against her ribs, brain completely frozen, drowning in the dark pools of his eyes until the timer on the oven started screaming.
She dashed for the oven, snatching up the dishtowel as she went. Karl’s last statement was a testament to not only what he wanted, but also just how well he did know her. It had been a direct challenge, and she never turned her back on a challenge.
As if she’d been jolted out of a trance, her mind raced as she got their plates ready. Everything he’d said in his office came back full force. His. He wanted her. He really wanted her—not just her body. Part of her knew he was right. There was more than just sex to them. No one had ever made her feel the way he did. No one had ever gotten her so wrapped up in feeling and sensation that she’d say anything, do anything, forget everything but his touch and his voice.
No one had ever made her feel as cared for, or as safe as he did, either. When she was in his arms, she felt…
Lara gave her head a shake. She didn’t know what she felt, but she did know she needed to think before accepting that challenge, no matter how strongly the desire to just say “Let’s do it” was.
Loading the plates full of veggies, rice, and fish, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Karl opened the laptop she’d left on the table and hit a few keys. Nickelback filled the small space just as she set the plates on the table.
“A little mood music to go with the meal,” he said with a grin.
She shot him a look. “Yeah, funny how the first words of that song are ‘I like your pants around your feet.’”
“It seems appropriate.”
They laughed and the light mood was restored.
It was unusual how comfortable she was having him in her house. The boys came down to watch movies every now and then, but it was their house, too. She’d had men over before but they only ever saw her bedroom, and maybe the shower if they were lucky.
