by April Lust
“Language.” He warned with a soft slap of his hand against my thigh.
Language? Every sentence he uttered was laced with curse words, but I couldn’t let one slip while he set my ass on fire?
“What’s the next thing I expect, Lauren?” His hand ran over the last lash of the belt, the cool touch of his fingers only made the sting more apparent.
“You expect obedience.” My throat felt raw as I said the words. He never knew me as a rebel; to his memory, I walked the straight and narrow. Never got into trouble, stayed the course when things got rocky. Only once did I walk out of my little box, and that one time had been enough to assure myself I’d never do it again. But I knew Michael wasn’t talking about that. He was talking about complete obedience.
The last lash of the belt landed just below my ass at the top of my thighs, bringing with it a more intense burn that sent me scrambling up the bed again.
He reached for me and took me off the bed, guiding my face into his chest and pinning my hands behind me. His belt clambered on the floor when he dropped it. “Last expectation,” he whispered into my hair just before her placed a soft kiss to my head.
“You expect me not to hide anything from you,” I repeated, and promptly snuggled deeper into his chest. God, he smelled good.
His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me close.
“I’m sorry,” I found myself saying as he peeled me off his chest. “You pissed me off so much with all your ordering me around, I just…I pushed you.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “You did. Other men, Lauren, they won’t demand these things from you, but while you’re mine, it’s what I expect.”
While I’m his. What exactly was the expiration date, I wanted to know, but didn’t ask.
“You’re a lot bossier than I remember. I mean, you were always bossy, but not so mean. Not mean, just, well, you never turned that voice on me. The one you used on the other kids who pissed you off.”
“I never needed to before. You always did what I said. You never gave me trouble.” The pad of his thumb ran over my cheek bone, wiping away the wetness there. “But you’ve grown up, and seem to have forgotten how protective I am. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, and to do that, I need you to follow what I say.”
I didn’t always do what he said. That was how he ended up in juvie to begin with, but I didn’t bring that up again. The darkness had left his eyes, and he was being gentle; I didn’t want to change that. Not yet.
“I need you to be honest with me, too.” I pushed my way out of his arms, still ignoring the fact my ass was bared and probably burnt red. “I need to know what’s going on, and why you don’t like me talking with the cops. You said yourself I need to get to the station to give a statement about the accident.”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Let’s talk about that later.” He reached for me and when I tried to step back, he lunged forward and caught me, yanking me to his chest and kissing me soundly. “It’s time for your reward,” he murmured against my lips.
His hands slid down my torso, down lower to where the tense bundle of nerves waited for his touch. One finger slipped into my folds, running over my clit. “Okay.” I found myself agreeing, and pushing my pelvis to his hand. “Just don’t stop doing that,” I said.
“Oh, getting bossy?” he teased. I didn’t answer him. Gently he pushed me on the bed, the comforter rubbed against my raw ass, but I didn’t care. His fingers were still toying with my clit, rubbing it in circles, down and up, harder, softer. I’d never felt so many sensations at one time. “You’re soaking wet for me.” He sat beside me and leaned down to kiss me. “Such a wet pussy.” Two fingers slid inside of me, filling me. I arched my hips, wanting him to go deeper.
He pulled his hand away from me and yanked up my shirt. “Open.” He pressed the material to my mouth. I parted my lips, and he shoved the fabric into my mouth. “Don’t let go. Understand?” I nodded and bit down on my shirt. He smiled and placed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. How something so innocent could take on such an erotic flavor fell beyond my comprehension at that moment.
My bra clasped in the back, but that didn’t get in his way. He reached under me, unclasping it and pulling it from my body. My nipples were already hard, but when his warm tongue touched me they tightened even more. I arched upward, seeking out his hand. He chuckled a little before he re-inserted his fingers. I gasped at the sudden sensation but didn’t drop the shirt.
His lips wrapped around my nipple while his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub. He groaned while he suckled my breast and I dug my hand into his shoulder as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me faster and harder. I opened my legs farther, nudging him with my knee.
As the heel of his palm rubbed my clit and his fingers filled me, I cried out from the pressure of my orgasm building low in my belly. I would explode if he didn’t help me.
He shifted his position so he was settled between my open thighs, his hands pushed them apart further. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” He stared down at me, and I wanted his touch even more at that moment.
I watched him lift his shirt and toss it to the ground, then unbutton his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and pulled free from his legs. I wasn’t sure how he got his boots off so quick, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Before he tossed his jeans to the floor he dug out a condom from his wallet. I wondered for a moment how many he kept in there, but decided I’d ask later.
Rolling the latex down his thick length he grinned at me, taking the shirt from my mouth. “What was it you wanted again?” he teased.
“You. Please, just you.” I reached up to touch him and he leaned into my palm, letting me caress his jaw. His five o’clock shadow made his cheek rough beneath my touch.
His lashes covered his eyes, and the edge of his smile went higher. He leaned down, his chest rubbing my still wet nipples as he claimed my mouth for another kiss. The ink of his tattoo pressed against my breasts, while the head of his cock teetered at my entrance. I arched upward, trying to get him to move, but he just laughed and pulled back.
“Now, didn’t you learn yet? Who controls this?”
I licked my lips. “You do. But if you don’t hurry up, you are going to see what a brat I can really be.” It was an empty threat, and his chest rumbling laugh told me he knew it, too.
My arms circled around him, pushing my pussy farther against his cock. Slowly, painfully slow, he inched into me. The sensation of being stretched and filled by his thickness nearly took the breath out of my chest. My hands fell away from his shoulders, gripping the bed beneath me as he finally pushed himself all the way to the hilt. He ground his pelvic bone into my clit, further driving me to the brink I already teetered on.
“Fuck.”
“That mouth of yours is really going to get you into trouble.” He chuckled, easing his way out of me just as slowly as he’d entered me. “The only time I want to hear that word come out of that pretty mouth of yours is when I’m fucking you. Any other time and I may just wash your mouth out with soap.”
A full force thrust and he was back inside of me, completely knocking the wind out of me. I pulled my knees back, enjoying him rolling his eyes back at the tightness this caused for him. “Fine. Fine.” I agreed to make him start moving again.
“You like the idea of me punishing you, don’t you?” He slid away from me again, and I wanted to cross my eyes and scream from the frustration. “Tell me.”
“I do, Michael. I like you in control.” It wasn’t a lie. “Please, now will you fuck me?”
He braced himself up on his arms, his biceps tightening and his eyes darkening. He thrust fiercely, making me cry out from the sudden fullness. “Say it again. Now or I stop.”
If he made good on his threat, I’d probably cry like a baby. “I love you in control. I love it,” I said with wide eyes, clamping my arms around him. “Please. Now, Michael.”
“You beg so nicely; next time, I think I’ll make you
do it on your knees.” Arching his spine, he slid out of me to the very tip of his cock. I whined, afraid he was leaving me again, but he slammed forward. Without missing a beat, he continued the torture, pulling out and slamming forward again and again until I squealed with frustration. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking hot.” He finally stopped tormenting me and thrust hard in again and again.
I pressed my feet against the bed, matching his thrusts with my own hips, trying to quicken his pace. But Michael never moved faster than he wanted, and when he gave me a warning pinch to my hip, I followed his lead.
“Please. Please.” I’d never begged for anything until Michael had put his hands on me only a day ago. Since then, I couldn’t seem to stop begging him.
Pressing his lips to mine, he cut off the sound of my moaning. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring everywhere and driving me even closer to my end. When he released me, he stared down into my eyes, his hot breath moving quickly over my cheeks. The burn of my ass barely noticeable anymore, I moved along with him, trying to drag him to the same place I was.
His hands moved to my hips, pinning me down. Leaning down, he took my nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue circling my nipple.
“Oh!” I cried out.
“Come for me, babe. You’re so close, I can feel it. God, your pussy feels so good around my cock.”
As though my body had been waiting to hear him say the words, my orgasm swept through me, rocking my body hard.
My thighs clamped down around his waist, crying out with each new wave of pleasure as it crashed into me. His own eyes rolled, and his hips bucked two more times before he stilled over me, lost in his own release. A low growl escaped him as I floated back down from my own orgasm.
“God damn.” His head rested on my shoulder. “If we had done this in high school, I would have killed anyone who came near you.” Meant as a joke, but said with an undercurrent of such seriousness, I felt compelled to kiss his bare shoulder.
“If we had done this in high school, I probably would have done more to track you down after you left.” Not that I could have done more, other than hiring a private detective.
After kissing my forehead once more, he slid backwards. The sensation made me want to pull him back in, but he was already off the bed and walking to the door. I let myself admire his ass while he walked. Firm, muscular, just like the rest of him.
I listened as the water turned on in the adjoining bathroom and slid off the bed while he was gone. I slid my shirt back down over my body. I pulled my jeans back up and stuffed my bra and panties into the back pockets.
I wanted to climb into his bed, to snuggle against him while slept like we had the night before. But one phrase kept me from doing so, kept me from giving into the intimacy the moment suggested.
While you’re mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Michael
Fuck. The innocent girl I knew, the one who blushed when I tried stealing a kiss at her locker, had been replaced by a confident woman who responded to every touch with an electrifying heat.
When I carried her up to my bedroom I hadn’t fully formulated my plan, but I knew I was going to spank her, though I knew that was going to happen regardless of her behavior. For only a brief moment did I fear she would choose to walk out of the room instead of taking what I offered, but I knew her body better than she did. Her fingers rubbed together at her side, a nervous trait that told me she was going to do something she didn’t really want, or wasn’t sure she wanted to. I’d seen her to it a few dozen times in school when she needed to give a presentation in a class. As soon as I saw her fingers start moving, I knew she’d be bent over the bed in no time. She just needed her brain to catch up to her body.
I finished tossing the condom in the trash, grabbed a towel for her and headed back to my room. Empty.
Her clothes were gone, and the door to my room was open. Annoyed, I jammed my legs into my jeans and went in search for her. Didn’t we just talk about this? Well, I supposed I hadn’t told her to stay put, but it damn well was implied!
“Lauren!” I called down the stairwell. Nothing. I ran down the carpeted steps, checking the living room and kitchen. Both empty. She wouldn’t have been stupid enough to try to hail a cab at that time of night. It was nearing midnight and cabs didn’t run too often in my area.
Her backpack was gone from the kitchen, but I noticed her phone lying on the kitchen island. Either she left it behind, or she was still in the house. Deciding to check the upstairs bathroom, I took the stairs two at a time, each second of searching for her only compounding my annoyance.
When I reached the top of the staircase I noticed a thin beam of light coming from beneath the guest bedroom door. As I approached it, I heard a soft humming. I slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. Lauren lay on the bed in her t-shirt. Her jeans and underwear were neatly folded in a pile on the nightstand beside her. Her nose was buried in a textbook while she laid on her stomach reading, her feet swaying above her to the music playing on the clock radio. Her head bounced right then left, then right again as the tempo picked up and she started singing along.
The sight reminded me of a simpler time. When I would watch her study in much the same fashion. I pushed the door open the rest of the way and leaned against the doorjamb, waiting for her to realize I’d found her. I examined her as though I’d not seen her before. The curves of her chin and nose were soft, gentle. Her legs were strong, but still held the feminine curves I loved so much. One red welt peaked out from under shirt across her ass and my stomach twisted. She left before I could be sure her ass was okay. After a few more minutes of my staring at her, I cleared my throat.
Her feet stilling in the air, and she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. Damn, she was beautiful. “Hey.” I walked over to the bed. Pushing her legs over, I sat down. “You left this downstairs.” I dropped her phone on the opened textbook.
“Thanks.” She forced a small smile.
“I need to look at your ass.” I reached for the hem of her shirt but she yanked away. “Lauren, I just want to be sure you’re okay.” After searching my expression for a silent moment, she nodded and rolled back onto her stomach. My fingers traced the welt. The other four strokes hadn’t left a mark; those red lines were nearly all faded, but one welt stood up off her skin. When I touched it, she sucked in her breath. “I’m sorry, babe. I would have taken care of this right away, but you left before I could.” Examining it more, I was relieved the skin hadn’t broken at all. It would probably bruise a bit, but wouldn’t last more than a day or two.
I pulled her shirt back down and let her roll back over to face me. “I thought you’d like your room back.” She sat up, scooting against the headboard.
“Why would I want that?” I climbed over her and lay beside her, resting my head on her thighs. Her hand sunk into my hair, running her fingers along my scalp. “I want you in my bed, Lauren. That’s where you belong.” I kept my voice even. No need to scare her.
“I needed to get some reading done.”
I was sure she did have something to work on for school, but that had nothing to do with her leaving my bedroom. She could have brought that book into my bed.
“If I look up and that lip of yours is sucked into your mouth, I’m going to kiss you until you can’t breathe, and then I’m going to ask you to repeat the first expectation I gave you tonight.” Before she could react, I rolled over and looked up at her. Sure enough that corner of her lip was stuck behind her teeth. I laughed and pulled her down to kiss me. “Now. What was the first expectation?”
“Always be honest,” she whispered.
“So tell me the truth. Why’d you move in here?”
She looked down at me, her lips parted as she took slow breaths. “I…once this is all done, and you finally admit I’m safe, you’ll leave again, and I don’t want it to hurt like it did all those years ago.”
Her words cut me as easil
y as any kitchen knife would have. “Lauren, I never meant to hurt you, that’s not why I left.”
“Then why? Tell me. What made you stay away from me? Why wouldn’t you let me see you, and why run away when you got out? I tried to find you, looked for you everywhere. A few of your old friends told me to back off, that if I couldn’t find you it was because you didn’t want to be found, but I kept looking.”
Picturing a younger version of this woman before me searching the streets of Chicago, going to my old haunts alone just to find me, turned my stomach. “Lauren—”
