Matched for Keeps

by Stevie MacFarlane

  "Stop, Ty, please stop. You're killing me."

  "Am I hurting you, honey?" he asked, concerned as his finger hovered over her.

  "No, not hurting me, but there is an ache, deep inside. Don't take it out anymore Ty, please, I need you inside me."

  "Okay, okay baby, I won't take it out, but I want you to wrap your hands around the spindles in the headboard and don't let go all right?"

  "All right," she panted, grabbing the wood as soon as he released her hands.

  Sliding down, Ty pushed her nightgown farther up and settled between her legs, never removing his finger from deep inside her. Gently his soft tongue smoothed over her clit as his finger resumed its slow deep penetration. While he would enjoy teasing her, at this point it would be cruel. Kelsey was fearful and totally unprepared for what was coming and he thought it best to just take her through it as quickly and gently as possible. She was shaking and thrashing and each time his mouth touched her, a small scream erupted from her lips. Picking up speed with his finger, he fastened his mouth firmly on her bud and sucked as he bathed her with his tongue.

  Ty smiled around her, grateful they didn't have any close neighbors when she flew into her climax, screaming as if the hounds of hell were after her, but he supposed the first one was somewhat overwhelming. Her tight little body clutched his finger like a vise, as her hips took off with a mind of their own. His hand rubbed her thighs, which were cramping visibly as he whispered soothing words.

  Kelsey's hands were still white knuckled on the headboard when he moved to withdraw from her and she shocked the hell out of him when she lifted her head and spoke.

  "Don't you dare take it out Ty, please don't. It feels so good right where it is," she sighed, letting her head fall back down on the pillow.

  Ty laughed and removed his finger; he had something much more satisfying for them both if she wanted to be full. He kicked down his boxers and crawled between her legs as she sighed out her disappointment.

  Positioning himself between her thighs, he reached up and pried her hands off the headboard.

  "Hang on to me now, baby," he told her firmly, as he carefully pushed inside her wet opening and began to move as she sighed in relief. "Give me your hand, baby," he ordered. When she obeyed, he slipped her fingers down between them and directed them her to her clit.

  "No!" she pleaded in horror, yanking her hand back, but Ty was firm. She knew next to nothing about making love and he was determined that she not let foolish ideals interfere with their pleasure. Plunging into her until she threw back her head, he took her hand again,

  "Yes," he ordered, rubbing her own fingers across her as he battled his own passion.

  "Nothing we do in our bed is anything to be ashamed of," he insisted between gritted teeth. "If it brings us pleasure that's reason enough, now do as I say."

  Wide-eyed she obeyed, her delicate fingers quickly figuring out what pleased her most and he pumped his thick, long cock into her, in a deep steady rhythm that teased her soul towards heaven. As soon as he felt the first tiny contraction, he leaned forward trapping her hand and picking up speed until he was unable to stop his body from emptying into hers with wave after wave of pulsing pleasure. Kelsey throbbed around him, her body a tight vise he was never going to give up. Tears of wonder leaked into her hair from shining eyes and she let her spirit soar.

  This was wonderful, amazing and the most perfect joy she'd ever experienced. Ty pulled himself up, lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms, whispering his love for her.

  He held her, stroking the curve of her hip until her breathing began to slow and her heart returned to somewhat normal. It was fantastic and he hoped it was good enough for her that she would not be afraid in the future.

  "Ty," she whispered, leaning up on her elbow and looking into his eyes, "I'm sorry."

  "What could you possibly have to be sorry for?" he asked, surprised.

  "Well for not believing you when you said it would be different this time, and for making you wait so long. Here I am getting paid to make you happy…"

  "Don't you ever say anything like that again," he warned her. "You are not something that has been bought and paid for. I had no intention of finding a woman that night at the party. No one else could have even tempted me to do that, and I was convinced it was a waste of time. I only went for Marcus. Then I saw you and I knew instantly that you were special."

  "I give you an allowance, not a paycheck and I can well afford it. If you never set foot in this room again, I would still fulfill my part of the deal. I want you in my life, Kelsey. You're part of me now and I'm part of you, and the money shouldn't even be an issue. I don't really care what you do with it; spend it, save it or give it to charity. I would tear up that damn contract right now but for the fact that a deal is a deal with me, that and I can't bear the thought of you walking away."

  "I don't need five thousand dollars a month to stay with you, Ty," she answered. "I want to be with you. You make me feel cherished, even if you do threaten to spank me once in a while. You're not going to hold it against me, are you, what you saw downstairs?"

  "I should spank you just to show you I mean what I say, but right now I don't have the energy," he replied with a grin.

  "Oh good," she sighed in relief.

  "Don't relax just yet, Sweet Pea. Before bed tonight you are going over my knee for just a sample of what you will get if you ever lie to me again."

  "But Ty, you just said…"

  "I said I don't have the energy right now and frankly I don't want to spoil the moment, but it's important for you to know that when I tell you something, I mean it. It won't be a harsh spanking, but you will think twice before trying to deceive me again."

  "Ok," she whispered with a gulp. "I guess I do deserve something. I never meant to hurt you, Ty."

  "I know that, baby, and I'll take your motives into consideration, but I think you'll take me much more seriously the next time if you know what to expect."

  Kelsey wiggled closer and nodded, loving the feel of his arms around her. If a spanking were the price of making things right between them again, she would submit gladly. Nothing was worse than thinking he was angry or disappointed in her behavior.

  "I should get up and finish making dinner," she told him, moving towards the side of the bed.

  "That's one of the reasons I came home early. I was going to tell you that tonight we are going out with Marcus and Sue."

  "Where are we going?" she asked popping up, a look of excitement on her face.

  "We're driving down to Lake Placid. Now it will be sort of a celebration for us, won't it?" he asked, nibbling on her shoulder.

  "Well not with a spanking hanging over my head all evening," she said, pouting.

  Ty laughed and slapped her bottom crisply. "A well-deserved spanking," he replied, letting her wiggle away reluctantly. "Imagine what you would be getting, had your little plan been put into action."

  "What?" she asked. "I worked hard on that and I thought I was pretty good. Maybe you would never have known I was faking," she challenged.

  "Can you seriously stand there and tell me that you think you could have pulled it off?"

  "Well I guess it was a little over the top. I mean no one really makes that much noise."

  Ty started laughing and Kelsey just glared at him until he wiped the tears from his eyes and finally answered her.

  "Sweet Pea, if we had neighbors, they would have been beating down our door, thinking something terrible was going on in here."

  "Get out. You're teasing me right?"

  "Sweetie, you were howling, fit to raise the dead."

  "I was not," she insisted, blushing wildly. "Was I?"

  "Yes baby you were, and I loved every minute of it."

  "Maybe next time you should just gag me," she shot back sarcastically, embarrassed and not knowing what to say.

  "I could do that," he replied silkily, getting up from the bed and approaching her. "I could also bind your hands to
the headboard and your feet to the footboard so you could not interfere in any way with what I wanted to do to you. Would you like that, Kelsey baby?" he whispered pulling her in front of him and watching her face in the mirror as he gently bit her neck.

  Kelsey's eyes went wide and it was on the tip of her tongue to shout no, but as he skimmed his large hand down her belly and cupped her mound, she found she couldn't speak at all as she went liquid in his palm

  "I don't know," she finally whispered in amazement.

  Ty smiled at her in the mirror, a smile that both excited and frightened her.

  "Oh, baby, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" he murmured into her hair. "And I'm going to find out all of your secrets, you just see if I don't."

  Suddenly Kelsey was afraid he was right as she sagged in his arms and he carried her back to the bed.

  Chapter Five

  Marcus strolled out onto the back deck, stretching the kinks out of his shoulders. He'd been working steadily for the past three days, almost non-stop. He hadn't seen much of Sue except during the night when he got into bed with her and slipped his fully engorged dick deep within her body. Telling himself to let her sleep was his nightly plan, but on the way to their room his body took over and it was hopeless. Sometimes her little legs would move restlessly in her sleep, as though she were trying to run away from him, but he wrapped his arm securely around her tummy, keeping her in place as he spooned her. His guilt and disgust with his own behavior lasted about thirty seconds, evaporating as soon as he slid fully into her. She was always wet and slippery as though her dreams were about this very thing. Her hand would slap at his arm a few times until he had her fully impaled and then the guttural moans would start, banishing his guilt and fueling his pleasure. As the hand splayed on her stomach moved lower she'd lift her top leg over his, allowing him access to the special part of her, giving her consent without words as she pushed back against him, taking him as deeply as possible.

  Watching her now, as she strolled along the rocky beach, her shiny hair glowing in the sunlight, he wondered how he got any work done at all. She was easily the most desirable woman he'd ever met and his perpetual hard-on agreed.

  Walking back into the house, he grabbed two cups of coffee, intending to enjoy the sunshine with her as he took a break. When he returned to the deck, she was nowhere in sight.

  "Susan," he called, scanning the area as he leaned against the railing.

  "Yeah," she answered, although he had yet to locate her.

  "Where are you?" he called back, curious now.

  "I'm up here," she replied.

  "Up where?"

  "In the tree," she yelled, frustrated.

  Setting his coffee down, Marcus went down the steps and quickly walked towards the sound of her voice. Peering up into the branches of a large maple that arched over the water, he finally located her about fifteen feet up on a limb.

  "Get down from there before you get hurt," he ordered crisply.

  "I can't, there's a kitten up here and it's scared. Can't you hear it crying?" she asked, inching farther out onto the branch.

  "Don't touch it. It's a feral cat and could be dangerous," he insisted, eyeing the small black kitten several branches above Susan's head.

  "Don't be ridiculous, it's just a baby," Sue grunted, struggling to snag the next highest branch while coaxing the kitten closer.

  "Despite what it looks like, it's a wild creature and could be rabid. Don't make me come up there," he continued ominously.

  Sue glanced down and weighed her options. The danger above or the danger below? At the moment the kitten seemed the friendlier choice. She could hear Marcus swearing softly as he approached the trunk of the tree and made her decision, pulling herself up until she was standing on one branch, hanging onto another.

  Marcus heard the snap just as he was swinging onto the first limb and dropped back to the ground, looking up in alarm. There she was dangling precariously from the tree by her hands, several feet from shore. The broken limb was splintered and sharp but at least it was out of her way and she was now directly over the lake. Seeing the panic on her face, he kept his voice calm.

  "It's all right baby," he told her. "You're directly over the water now. Just let go and you won't get hurt."

  "I don't think that's a good idea, Marcus," she gasped, struggling to hang onto the branch, her hands scraped raw by the bark.

  "It's your only option, now. If I climb up there, we'll both end up in the water anyway. It's deep where you are and there is nothing under you that's dangerous. Just let go and drop straight down."

  "Marcus?" Sue asked, her voice quivering.

  "Can you ever just do what I say without debate?" he asked shaking his head in frustration, his hands firmly on his hips. "What is it, Red?"

  "Um, are you a good swimmer?" she squeaked, her green eyes pleading.

  "Yes, why?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.

  "Because I'm not," she screamed as her hands slipped and she plummeted into the water.

  "Shit," Marcus roared, running the short distance to the water and diving in.

  He had her in seconds, pulling her sputtering to the surface as she clung to him. Keeping one arm around her waist, he pushed her long hair off her face and fixed her with an intense glare as he tread water.

  "You're going to kill me, aren't you?" she choked out, grasping his shoulders.

  "No, you're just going to wish you were dead," he promised before clutching her to him tightly for a moment as he gave a silent prayer of thanks.

  "How about you just let me drown instead?" she wheezed as he started dragging her to the shore.

  "Too easy," he replied, as he finally found his footing, pulling her behind him.

  They stood on the shore, water pouring off them while he steadied her. She choked up more water as Marcus patted her back until she was able to get her breath.

  "Are you all right?" he asked.

  "Yes, I think so," she replied, trying to decide if she had enough energy to make a run for it.

  It was a moot point, because he never released her, just strode off toward the deck, towing her behind him, his expensive shoes squishing with every angry step. His hand formed an iron band around her wrist as he pulled her up the steps to the table. Removing his waterlogged cell phone from his pocket, he looked at it and sighed before slapping it down on the table. Hoping she wasn't in for a long drawn-out lecture regarding her behavior, Sue stared back into his accusing eyes for only a moment before he dropped onto a chaise lounge and pulled her over his lap. The slaps started with gusto and Marcus didn't even bother pulling down her capris and panties, for which Sue was initially grateful. However, that was only until she realized that on wet tight pants his spanking stung fiercely. The material heated up quickly and seemed to hold the heat against her burning skin as his hand fell again and again.

  As he worked up speed her cries seemed to echo over the lake.

  "Please, Marcus, stop," she begged breathlessly, fighting the tears. "I'll be good, I promise."

  She tried not to struggle; she'd learned it was useless in this position anyway and the quicker she became compliant, the faster he'd lighten up. Unfortunately, he didn't seem so inclined today.

  "Red," he told her, pausing in his mission and resting his hand on her very hot bottom. "You are about the most ill-behaved woman I've ever met."

  "That's not fair," Sue hissed. "You picked me because I was 'ill-behaved'! You wanted someone to spank, admit it."

  "Oh, I admit it," Marcus growled. "I didn't want some prissy, perfect little girl who would never give me an excuse to light her bottom on fire. I just didn't plan on someone with a death wish."

  "I do not have a death wish," Sue shot back, glaring at him over her shoulder, her green eyes flashing.

  "Then answer this, "Marcus ordered with an unholy glint in his eyes. "Have you or have you not been swimming in the pool almost every night, alone, while I was on the other side of the house working
?"

  "Yes," Sue answered from between gritted teeth as she tried to wiggle a little and dislodge his hand.

  "And did you, at any time, tell me that you couldn't swim?"

  "You didn't ask me," she defended herself. "And I can swim, a little."

  "Just not enough to save yourself," Marcus observed dryly.

  "Right."

  "So had you gotten into trouble out here in the pool by yourself, I would have eventually found your dead body floating in the water?"

  "I guess so," Sue admitted softly. Why did it sound so bad, when he said it like that?

  "That's a death wish."

  "But I didn't get into any trouble," she insisted.

  "Oh yes, my love, you did," Marcus drawled. "It was just delayed, but it's here now," he informed her with a grimace as he pulled her pants down swiftly. "You are never again to get into that pool unless someone else is out here with you, someone who can swim," he told her with a sharp slap to her bottom. "Do you understand me?"

  "Yes," she squealed.

  "And the next time I tell you to stay away from something, that it's dangerous, I expect your instant obedience. Is that understood as well?"

  "It was only a tiny kitten," she wailed.

  "I don't give a rat's ass if it's a kitten or a cougar. There are wild animals in these woods that you know nothing about. If you want a kitten, we will get one from Ty's shelter, one that has all its shots and is healthy. No more trying to rescue wildlife," he ordered with two more incredibly firm spanks.

  "Okay, okay," Sue cried, struggling despite her attempts to just accept her punishment.

  "Good, I'm glad we understand each other now," Marcus said approvingly.

  Sue sighed in premature relief because it was then the real spanking began.

  Marcus showed absolutely no mercy as he spanked every inch of her bottom cheeks, the tops of her thighs and the horribly painful area between. It didn't matter one whit how much she begged and screamed or even if every neighbor around the lake heard her. His intention was to teach her a lesson in self-preservation and he meant to do a good job of it. When she dropped from that tree into the water, his heart actually stopped beating for the split second it took him to act. Thinking about her in the pool without him made him nauseated. How easy it would have been for her to slip beneath the water and be lost to him forever, he thought with a shudder. Looking at her red bottom, hearing her pitiful cries of remorse, he knew he should stop, but it was difficult. This wasn't sexual and he derived no satisfaction from it, except for the retribution it was meant to be. At this point he wondered if he would even be able to work in his office without worrying about what she was up to. Obviously she needed closer supervision than he'd realized. He wondered what other dangerous or shortsighted things she'd done that he wasn't aware of. Sighing, he brought the spanking to a close with his hand resting on her swollen bottom as Sue sobbed her heart out.