by Marla Monroe
“Undressing me?” she asked with a smile.
“Umhmm. Need you naked,” he said.
He reached behind her and deftly unsnapped her bra before tugging it off and letting it drop to the floor. Charlotte took a step backward as he reached to unfasten her jeans. He grinned and jerked her closer to him by the waistband.
“You’re not getting away from me. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
“What plans?”
“Plans to fuck my pussy.”
“You’re pussy? Last I checked it was attached to my body,” she said.
“Don’t sass me, woman.”
Charlotte couldn’t help but grin as she jerked from his grasp and raced to the bed toward the door. He growled at her and cut her off before she could reach it. She couldn’t help but squeal when he wrapped an arm at her waist and tugged her against him.
“My pussy. My body. My woman.”
“Am I?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“Yes. You’re all mine, babe. I take care of what’s mine,” he said.
“Show me,” she said.
He bit down on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and began to unfasten her jeans. She moaned at the sharp pain that soon eased when he licked over the light bite mark.
“Sit on the bed, babe, so I can take off your shoes.” Baxter walked her over to the foot of the bed.
Once he had her shoes, socks, and jeans off, he laid her back and held her gaze as he slowly removed his clothes, as well. Charlotte loved looking at him. He didn’t think he was good-looking because of all the scars marring his body, but she felt differently. He’d been so deep undercover for so long that he’d suffered a multitude of injuries that never got taken care of by a doctor. Now he bore those scars along with a plethora of tattoos like badges of honor as far as she was concerned.
She’d spent one night asking him to talk about the various scars and ink, wanting to know as much about him as he would tell her. She knew that some things were too hard to talk about, but he walked her through his life so that she knew just about as much about him as he knew about her.
“What are you thinking, Charlie?” he asked, kicking his jeans off his legs before dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed between her legs.
“That you’re amazing.”
“I’m a scarred-up old man who doesn’t deserve a woman as special as you,” he said.
“Bullshit.”
“Dirty mouths get punished, babe.”
“Are you going to spank me?” she teased.
“Sassy mouths get punished, too.”
“Punish me, Baxter. I’m a bad girl.”
He chuckled and spread her legs wide using his shoulders and then spread her pussy with his fingers. She didn’t think this was going to be punishment at all. She smiled. No, this was going to be pleasure.
He dipped his head and licked up her slit and then circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and lifted her hips to get more of his mouth on her. He backed away and tsked his tongue at her. She whimpered when he only blew against her wet pussy.
“Please, Baxter. I need you.”
“Not yet, babe. You’ve been a naughty girl. Naughty girls don’t get to come when they want to,” he said.
Well, damn. He is going to punish me.
Charlotte reached down and ran her hands through his shaggy hair and then tugged on the ends. She wanted to pull him closer to her hot, wet pussy, but he resisted and nipped her inner thigh instead.
“Ow.”
“Behave, or you won’t get to come at all.”
She pouted at him. He only shook his head and narrowed his eyes at her before he dipped his head once more and kissed the inside of her thighs. He licked his way to her slit once more before thrusting his tongue deep inside of her while he held her inner lips apart. Charlotte moaned and tried to remain still. It was impossible. She couldn’t help lifting her hips to meet his tongue’s movements.
“You taste so good, babe. I can’t get enough of you.” Baxter licked at her pussy then teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
She dug her fingers into the covers on either side of her in an effort not to grab Baxter’s head and hold him against her. She wanted to grind her pussy against his face it felt so good. He suddenly stopped and stood. Charlotte whimpered and sat up.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ve been a bad girl, babe. You don’t get to come yet,” he said.
“What?”
He sat on the foot of the bed and drew her up and over his lap. “You get a spanking for sassing me.”
Charlotte huffed out a breath. She’d wanted a spanking earlier in hopes it would end up being an erotic one. Now that she was on the verge of coming, she feared it would jerk her back out of that space. The first slap of his hand on her ass stung, but it didn’t jerk her out of the arousal she felt. He rubbed his hand around the stinging flesh and then spanked her other cheek and rubbed it, as well.
“I think you deserve six licks. Three for being insolent and three for being sassy,” he said.
“Spank me, Baxter. Make me burn.”
He lifted his hand and slapped each cheek again before rubbing the burn with his hand. She felt heat build inside her belly at the stinging flesh when his hand caressed her burning cheeks. Then he spanked her again until he’d delivered all six slaps. Her ass burned even as her pussy throbbed. She needed him. Needed to feel his cock deep in her pussy.
“Please, Baxter. I need you.”
He flipped her over and then tugged his clothes off in record time. She reached for him when he knelt over her. His body covered her as he took her mouth in a kiss. She opened to him so that his tongue had no problem teasing hers. The kiss burned and heated her even more as he sucked on her tongue and then thrust his deep. When he finally pulled away after sucking her lower lip into his mouth and nipping at it, Charlotte dug her fingers into his back in an effort to get closer.
Baxter ran his mouth across her jaw to her ear where he sucked on the little lobe before leaving openmouthed kisses down her neck to her shoulder. He licked over the mark he’d left earlier and then lifted and spread her legs so he could fit his cock at her warm, wet slit.
“Yes,” she murmured as he slowly entered her.
The feel of him filling her body with his hard shaft made her flex her ass cheeks, and the burn there heightened the pressure building inside of her. Once he was completely sheathed in her needy cunt, he stilled and pressed his forehead against hers as he drew in a deep breath.
“So hot and tight. Not going to last, babe. You’re always so fucking hot and wet and tight,” he ground out.
“Fuck me, Baxter. I need you,” she whimpered.
He drew back and then thrust in once again. The feel of his hard cock rasping over her tender tissues drew a long low groan with each shift of his dick inside her. In and out. Over and over. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he thrust one hand beneath her and squeezed her burning ass. The pleasure/pain of it shot her closer to the precipice of her orgasm. He held one of her legs up and began to pummel her with his dick. The pressure turned sharp, and without warning, she flew over the edge of her climax.
“Baxter!”
He thrust in and out of her harder, faster until he joined her, shouting her name as he stilled deep inside her cunt. Charlotte gasped for breath even as she pulled Baxter tighter against her chest. She needed him close.
“Love you, babe,” he finally ground out.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Seventeen
“My ass is numb,” Charlotte complained the moment she got off the back of Baxter’s bike.
“Told you they’d still complain,” Baxter said with a huge grin.
They’d made it to day two of the ride, and Charlotte had to admit that Jack had chosen nicer end hotels with comfortable beds, but her ass still hurt when it wasn’t numb.
“They’re women. They’re programmed to comp
lain,” Jack said.
Nina hit him in the arm with her fist. “Asshole.”
“Either of you ladies hungry?” Baxter asked.
“Starved. One thing I can say about riding is that it works up a pretty good appetite,” Charlotte said.
They’d chosen a nicer restaurant for the night. It was Friday, so it was busy, and they ended up having to wait for nearly thirty minutes to be seated. The wait was worth it when they got their meal though. She had to work at not groaning the entire time she was eating. It tasted so good.
“Are you having an orgasm over there?” Baxter asked with a grin.
“I was so hungry. Lunch was good, but it didn’t satisfy me. This is perfect,” she said.
“So, are you having fun?” Baxter asked.
“Yeah. Actually, I am. I honestly didn’t think I would enjoy a longer ride, but I am this one,” she said.
“We still have two more days,” Nina cautioned. “You might not feel the same way by the time we get home Sunday afternoon.”
“I don’t know. This has been really nice. I think I was too nervous the first time,” she admitted.
“It was new to you,” Jack pointed out.
“That and I was all nervous about Neal,” she said.
“So, you aren’t worrying about him as much now?” Nina asked.
Charlotte thought about it and smiled. “No. Actually, I’m not.”
Baxter reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m glad you’re putting that behind you. I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know. I’m getting there.” Charlotte smiled at him.
“Ready to go?” Jack asked.
“Yeah. I can’t wait for a hot shower,” Charlotte told him.
Baxter stood and held her chair as she stood. They made their way out of the building and climbed on the bikes for the short ride to the hotel. Charlotte called dibs on the shower and left Baxter relaxing on the bed as she let the hot water soothe her aching muscles. She never would have believed that she would use so many muscles riding on the back of a motorcycle.
When she’d dried off and returned to the bedroom, it was to find the adjoining door open and Baxter missing. She sighed and pulled the covers down to climb in. She was too tired to get dressed and join him in the other room.
“Charlie? You out of the shower?” Baxter’s voice reached her from the other room.
“In bed,” she called back.
“They want to watch a movie. Come on over.”
“I’m bushed. I’m just going to go on to sleep, Baxter,” she said.
The next thing she knew he’d jerked the covers off and was tickling her. She gasped for breath as he teased her with his fingers.
“Stop. Can’t breathe.”
“Grab a T-shirt and let’s go. We’re going to watch a horror movie.”
“Baxter,” she whined.
He gave her ass a stinging blow. “Now, Charlie.”
She poked out her lips in a pout but climbed out of bed and pulled on one of Baxter’s T-shirts and a pair of panties. He narrowed his eyes at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Did I say you could put on the panties? I think I said pull on a T-shirt.”
She stared at him for a few seconds, judging if he was serious or not and then slowly slipped out of the underwear. She let him lead her over to the other room where he pulled her down onto his lap on the loveseat he’d pulled closer to the bed, so they could see the TV. Jack and Nina were on the bed with Nina wearing a T-shirt, as well.
“Really?” Nina said. “A horror movie?”
“It will be fun,” Jack said.
They settled down and started the movie. After the first thirty minutes, Baxter began toying with her pussy while they sat watching the movie. She’d expected as much. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. Mostly she enjoyed it, but the times he did so with the other couple in the room were uncomfortable at first. After a while though, she couldn’t care less if there were a dozen people in the room with them as he stroked her to completion.
Just when the movie got to the scariest part, Baxter thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy while toying with her clit. Charlotte turned her head into his shoulder and bit down to dampen the noises she was making. She could hear Nina’s moans from the bed as she squeezed her eyes closed.
Her climax was right there. So close and she was sure it would be a big one. Despite her initial discomfort at being in the same room as the others while Baxter played with her pussy, Charlotte always came harder than she would have had they been alone in their own room while he played with her. It had surprised her at first, but she found that she enjoyed it nonetheless.
“Come for me, Charlie.” Baxter thrust his fingers deep even as he pinched her clit with his other fingers.
The climax exploded over her so that she cried out and stiffened in Baxter’s lap. He murmured encouragement in her ear as she gasped. She was so enthralled in her own pleasure that she never knew when Nina reached hers, but she did hear the screams on the TV as the monster got to yet another, too-stupid-to-live woman on the show.
“Think we’re going to call it a night,” Baxter said, standing with Charlotte in his arms.
She cuddled up to his chest as he walked back into their room.
“Night, guys,” Jack called out from the other room.
Charlotte sighed as Baxter settled her under the covers. “Going to shower, babe. Be back in a sec.”
“’Kay.”
She never heard him return.
* * * *
“I had a great time on the ride, but boy am I glad to be home. I can’t wait to climb into our bed tonight,” Charlotte said as she got off the bike.
Baxter steadied her as she swayed a bit before dismounting himself. She sighed and bent over to stretch her back. It felt good to be on solid ground again.
“Tired, baby?”
“Exhausted, but in a good way.”
“I’ll give you a good massage after your bath tonight.”
“Yummy.”
Charlotte pulled off the backpack that held her things and waited at the carport door for Baxter to unlock it so she could go in. He hit the button to close the garage door before letting her in. The house smelled a bit musty from being closed up for four days. She emptied her dirty clothes into a basket in the laundry room and then grabbed Baxter’s from him and added them to hers. She’d do laundry the next day since she was off work.
“I’m so glad you guys talked us into taking Monday off to recover. I can already tell I’m going to need it,” she said.
“If you rode all the time, you’d be fine, but this is only your second trip on a bike. It’s going to take some getting used to.”
“When is your trip to Dallas to work through the scenarios you wrote for the new recruits at the police academy?” she asked.
“Wednesday. I should be home Wednesday night by seven or so. I’m not spending the night.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close. “Don’t want to be away from you any longer than I have to be.”
She smiled up at him. What was it about this man that she felt so completely right with him? She loved him, but there was something about him that had drawn her to him in the first place. He made her feel loved and more than that, he made her feel safe. That meant a lot to her.
“I’m thinking a nice spanking will go a long way to setting that tender ass of yours back to rights,” he said.
Just like that, her pussy wept at the prospect of an erotic spanking. He could make her come from only a spanking and a little clitoral stimulation. She didn’t know how, but he managed to arouse her to fever pitch every time he did it.
“I don’t know. I’m already pretty sensitive,” she said, hiding her smile against his shoulder.
“Did I ask you if you wanted one? I think I said that I think you needed one. There’s a big difference between asking and telling, Charlie.” He turned her in his arms and gave her
a little shove with a pat to the ass. “Go get undressed and sit on the bed for me. I’ll be in to punish you for sassing me in a few minutes.
“Baxter. I’m tired. I want a bath and the bed,” she whined, knowing it would turn him on that she was back talking him.
“That’s ten licks. Want to make it fifteen?” he asked with a low growl in his voice.
“Fine.”
She huffed out a breath and whirled back around to stomp off to the bedroom. When she was in the room, Charlotte grinned. She loved stirring him up. He was so much fun when he went all Dom on her.
It didn’t take her long to remove her boots, jeans, and socks. She pulled off her T-shirt but left her underwear on before sitting on the bed to wait for Baxter. He’d act all mad at her for not taking them off, but he’d enjoy making her do it all the same.
She sat there for a good fifteen minutes before he walked through the door carrying two bottles of water. Instantly, one brow lifted as he saw that she’d defied him in part by not removing her underwear.
“Someone is looking for a thorough spanking tonight. Didn’t I tell you to take off your clothes?” he asked.
“You didn’t specially say my underwear. It’s cold, Baxter. I didn’t know how long you’d keep me waiting,” she said with an exaggerated pout.
He shook his head. “Now you’re being impertinent. I’m thinking you need a paddling instead of a spanking.”
Charlotte was sure her eyes widened to the size of breakfast platters at that. He’d never paddled her before. He’d always used his hand when he spanked her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the threat of a paddle.
“Ah. I see that got your attention. I think I’ll give you five licks with my hands and five with the paddle to remind you that I’m the boss and you are to mind what I say.” Baxter turned around and walked out the door. “Be sure that underwear is off when I return.”
Charlotte scrambled to remove the garments in hopes he wouldn’t use the paddle on her. Somehow, she didn’t think it mattered now. He would use it regardless since they were steadily adding to her experiences with the BDSM world. Baxter had slowly introducing her to all things kinky, and so far, Charlotte had loved everything he’d shown her. She’d never have believed that after her first experience with kink having gone so wrong that she’d embrace it like she was now. Maybe it just took the right person. Maybe she hadn’t trusted her ex like she did Baxter.
