Chance Encounter

by Tabitha Marks

That was exactly what he did, alternating spanks with forays into her feminine heat, using a little more force with each round, until her ass was thoroughly warm and pulsing. She rode the line between pleasure and pain, until she lay writhing with need on the bed. Face down, fingers digging into Kevin’s black comforter. Her elbows had given out about five minutes ago, unable to hold her up any longer.

  “You look beautiful like that Angie,” Kevin said from somewhere behind her.

  “I need you, Kevin,” she begged. “Please.”

  “I’m right here, babygirl,” he replied, grabbing her hips. He rubbed his cock against her heat. She was so wet he slid right in, all the way to the hilt. “I had to get a condom.”

  Angie spared half a second to be thankful he’d thought of that, because it hadn’t even crossed her mind. Then there was no more thinking, just feeling. Kevin slid back out and plunged into her, his rock hard penis plunging in, like he couldn’t get deep enough, even though he was as deep as he could go.

  “Ahh, Angie. You feel so good,” he groaned.

  All that spanking must have gotten him as worked up as it did her. He set a hard pace, ramming into her over and over, until she couldn’t even form a coherent thought. She felt him rubbing against that secret place inside her, the one most men couldn’t find with a map and written directions. Not Kevin. He hit it on every stroke, pushing her higher and higher. She could hear the mewing noises coming out of her mouth but could do nothing to stop it, and didn’t want to. Every noise she made seemed to spur him on, until he was pounding her more like an animal than a man. Still it wasn’t enough. She was so close to the precipice she thought that each forceful plunge would push her over, but her orgasm hung there, just out of reach. Until he, impossibly she thought, quickened his pace even more. His fingers bit into her but the pain barely registered. Lost in a fog of pleasure and lust, the only thing she could do was plead for release.

  “Please Daddy, I need to come,” she cried.

  He growled in response, changing his angle slightly so his entire cock massaged her spot all the way in, and all the way out. That did it. The unending stimulation pushed her over the edge. She exploded, her inner walls contracting around him so hard she worried that he’d be in pain. Though she shouldn’t have. He started pulsing inside her as the waves of pleasure washed through her body. On and on, until she lay there in a twitching, boneless heap.

  Kevin’s hips still worked behind her, still caught in the grip of his own release. His breath billowed out of his lungs like he’d just run a marathon and she felt his hands tremble as they released the death grip he had on her hips.

  He pulled out of her, leaving a twinge that let her know that she’d be sore in the morning. Not that she was complaining. The slight pain would be a reminder of what they’d just done.

  After disposing of the condom, Kevin flopped down on the bed next to her. Angie hadn’t moved an inch, unable to summon up the energy and unwilling to disturb her post-orgasm languor.

  “Angie, that was fucking amazing,” he said, turning his head so they were eye to eye.

  “I know.”

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, clearly worried.

  “No, of course not.”

  “Then how come you’re not moving?” he asked, but grinning now that she’d reassured him that he hadn’t broken anything important.

  “I don’t think I can yet, and I don’t really want to,” Angie replied. “I feel too good.”

  Kevin laughed. “Me too, babygirl, me too.”

  Chapter 5

  Kevin rolled over and stretched, wondering how late they’d slept. He felt well rested for the first time in weeks, most likely because he and Angie had both passed out after their bout of explosive sex the night before. He reached an arm across the bed hoping to touch a warm female body, but came up empty. A groan of frustration escaped him thinking he’d probably blown it after going all macho man on her last night. But that was who he was, apparently. He’d been helpless to stop. All he could think about was making her his woman, and making sure she knew exactly how their relationship was going to work. Where that urge came from was anyone’s guess. Sure he preferred to be in charge, but he’d never told a woman what he’d told Angie last night.

  That she accepted it, and even appeared to enjoy it, surprised him even more. Just thinking about her calling him ‘daddy’ and waving that curvy ass in his face while he turned it red with his bare hand made his dick hard. Unfortunately, since she wasn’t in his bed he had to assume that all her breathy whispers and sexy moans were the result of a few too many drinks, and she’d run away as soon as she woke up this morning.

  Kevin took a deep breath and let it out, planning his next move. He wasn’t about to give up even though she’d run for the hills. Maybe he’d gone too far, too fast last night, but he knew Angie was the woman for him. That put him back to square one. He had to figure out how to get her back in his bed without scaring her, and without sacrificing his desires. Fixing the mess he’d made last night was his first priority, and sooner rather than later.

  Rough plan in place, Kevin sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The sheets smelled like Angie, and he took a moment to breathe deep, remembering last night again. Before he could detour too far down that path, he stood up, grabbed some clean boxer briefs out of the top drawer and opened the bedroom door.

  The aroma of freshly made coffee hit him first, and then came the delicious scent of bacon frying. Finally the realization that Angie hadn’t left and was actually in his kitchen making breakfast, hit him, prompting him to follow his nose to the source.

  He found her in front of the stove, wearing one of his t-shirts, flipping pancakes and pulling the last of the bacon out of the pan.

  “Good morning,” she said, smiling when she caught him watching her from the doorway.

  “Good morning,” he replied. “Smells good.”

  “It’s ready, so let’s sit and eat. Do you want coffee?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Cream and sugar?”

  “Black is good.” Kevin took a seat at the breakfast bar, trying to wrap his brain around this newest development. He’d thought she’d taken off and was prepared to back off and start over, when the whole time she’d been in his kitchen. He hadn’t scared her off last night at all. Relief swept through him and he dug into the plate of food she’d set in front of him. Which prompted a question. “Where did you get all this from?” He definitely didn’t have bacon in the fridge.

  “I ran down to the convenience store a block over.”

  “Wearing that?” he barked. She better not have been running around in nothing but a t-shirt. Just the thought made him see red.

  “No, of course not. I put my dress back on to go the store, but it’s not very comfortable so I borrowed a shirt of yours when I came back. I hope that’s okay?”

  She looked so hesitant, Kevin almost felt bad. “Yeah that’s definitely fine. I like you wearing it.”

  Angie set his coffee down and took the seat next to him. They ate in silence for a while, but it felt awkward and heavy after his outburst.

  Finally, Kevin broke the silence. Since she was still sitting there he figured he’d just keep going, following his instincts rather than backtracking. “We need to talk, Angie.” He slid his now empty plate to the side and twisted in his chair so he faced her. “About last night and everything that happened.”

  He expected her to look wary, maybe a little nervous. What he did not expect was for her face to fall and be overcome with a look of utter disappointment and despair. “What’s the matter?” he asked, confused by her reaction.

  “You said you wanted to talk about last night,” she said, bitterness coating every word. “I know what that means.” She shot him a look that would have blown his head off if she possessed lasers instead of eyes.

  Obviously she assumed that he was about to give her the morning after brush off. That pissed him right the hell off. “What
does that mean?” he challenged.

  His tone caught her off guard and she turned wary, but still carried on. “That last night was fun, but you didn’t really mean what you said and maybe we’ll see each other around some time, but now you want me to leave.”

  Kevin’s hands clenched involuntarily at the thought of Angie being treated that way, and it was obvious she spoke from experience. What made him even angrier was her assumption that he’d treat her the same way. Well, he was about to straighten her out on that topic.

  “Did you not hear me last me night, when I said I wanted you to be my woman? When I said I wanted everything from you?” He didn’t let her answer, just kept going, trying to pound into her brain that he meant everything he’d said last night. “Weren’t you there when I said I wanted to take care of you, and protect you?”

  He paused, prompting her to respond. “Yes, I was there.”

  “Then I’m sure it must have been you that I burned up the sheets with last night, after spanking your ass till you were dripping wet.”

  She turned bright red at that, but nodded her agreement.

  “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dated in the past, but I’m going to tell you how I am. I don’t tell someone that they’re my woman, bring her to my house and spend the night with her, and not mean it. Understand?”

  Her eyes were big again, looking nervous but still not scared. She nodded again, yet he wanted more.

  “I need you to tell me you understand.”

  “I understand.”

  That wasn’t exactly right. He stared at her expectantly, hoping that she’d give him what he wanted.

  It took her a minute, and made her blush again, but finally she gave it to him. “I understand Daddy.”

  Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he hadn’t asked her to call him that, and would never force her if she truly felt uncomfortable, it sent a thrill through him when she said the word. “I really like it when you call me that, babygirl. Do you?”

  “I like calling you that, but not in front of other people.” Her face was still stained crimson, but she was managing to express herself quite well.

  “I think that’s fair. We need to talk about how it’s going to be between us.” He watched her closely to gauge her reaction. She inhaled deeply but didn’t look away. “I meant what I said about protecting you and taking care of you, and punishing you.”

  “You said that last night, that I had to be a good girl, but what does that really mean.” She took a sip of coffee that hid her expression as she spoke. He couldn’t tell if she was offended by the idea or intrigued.

  “I believe that my woman shouldn’t go out dressed up like she’s trying to attract a man when she already has one,” he said, trying to be careful.

  “So I can’t ever go out looking nice!” Apparently he wasn’t careful enough, or being clear.

  “You can go out looking nice, just not too…” he searched for a word that wouldn’t be offensive, “slutty.”

  “You think I’m a slut, I knew it!” Angie tried to hop off her bar stool, but Kevin held her in place, refusing to allow her to move the chair an inch.

  “I do not think you’re a slut. But you have to admit that the outfit you wore last night was designed to attract a man.”

  She opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it and took a moment to think. “You’re right. I didn’t think you wanted me, so I dressed up to make myself feel better.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t make it clear, but now that you know, I expect that you won’t dress up like that for anyone but me.” He continued quickly when he saw her getting ready to protest again. “You can look nice and feminine, but not over the top.”

  “You’re not expecting me to wear long skirts and turtlenecks are you?”

  He laughed at the thought. “No, not at all. You’re a beautiful woman and I want you to feel beautiful.”

  “Okay, I know what you mean. I don’t normally dress that way anyway,” she said. “What other things would you be upset about it?

  “If you weren’t careful with yourself, put yourself in danger in anyway. Like by drinking and driving, or texting and driving, or walking out to your car at night without an escort. I need to know that you’re protecting the most precious thing that I know, and that’s you.”

  “I guess, that makes sense,” she said without any argument. “Anything else?”

  “Well, I think we should have a rule about how much you drink when you’re out without me.” He tried to be more careful this time, knowing this might upset Angie.

  Again she surprised him. “I never thought I’d say this, but that’s probably a good idea. I usually get into trouble when I drink too much.” She looked embarrassed at her admission, like he’d judge her for past mistakes.

  “Angie, I don’t care about anything that happened before. We’re only going to focus on the future, but yeah, if you’re my woman you have to make sure you act like it, all the time.”

  She let out a gust of air he didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I can do that.”

  “Good. So no more running to the store in the morning, half dressed with no panties on.” She glanced at him, surprised he’d brought that up again and had remembered she didn’t have any underwear.

  “I just wanted to make you breakfast,” she protested.

  “I appreciate that, but next time, wake me up and I’ll go to the store.”

  She nodded and turned to grab her coffee again. This time he let go of her chair and let her move. They’d covered a lot of ground and she probably needed to process all they’d discussed. It would be a big shift for her. He knew she hadn’t had to answer to anyone but her sister Gina. Having to listen to him would take a while to get used to.

  “So if I don’t follow the rules,” she began, but he cut her off.

  “Let’s say follow my expectations instead,” he said. “You’re not a child, and I want you to want to meet my expectations because it will make me happy, not because they’re rules you have to follow.”

  She took that in and started over. “If I don’t meet your expectations, you’ll punish me?”

  Her face burned again and she wouldn’t look at him. He didn’t know where she was headed with this and needed to tread carefully.

  “How would you feel about that?” Her sister was in a relationship that involved spanking, among other things, but Kevin didn’t know how much Angie knew about those details.

  “I would be okay with it, I think.” She stole a look at him and turned right back away when she found him watching her. “Oh, this is so embarrassing.”

  “Angie, look at me.” He waited until she turned to face him again. “Don’t ever be embarrassed around me. Don’t be afraid to tell me all your desires, and all your mistakes. I’ll do the same for you. I was in a relationship where I thought one thing but my girlfriend thought another, and I don’t ever want to be in that situation again.”

  She swallowed, but nodded in agreement.

  “Now tell me what your thoughts are on punishment.”

  “I know that Gina and Derek are into discipline in their relationship, and I’ve thought that, maybe, it would be good for me, too. She says it’s helped her work on some issues she’s had, and I know I have some issues.” She stopped, waiting to see if he’d say anything about her ‘issues’. When he didn’t, because he meant what he said about leaving the past in the past, she continued. “I’ve never really had too much structure. Gina tried, I’ve told you about our childhood before, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe if I had some rules or expectations I had to meet, I would stop making stupid decisions in my personal life.”

  “I know you’ve made a lot of progress in the last six months,” he said, “and since we’re now in a relationship, I also know you’ve made one very good decision.”

  She smiled at his teasing, which was his goal, but went right back to serious. “I also don’t have very much experience being in a relationship. I won’t ever cheat
on you, but I may have a hard time being good all of the time.”

  He appreciated her honesty more than she’d ever know. “All I’ll expect is that you try, that you don’t hide things from me or pretend that you still want to be in this relationship when you don’t.”

  “I can do that,” she said, then turned pensive again. “So me going to the store this morning in my dress would have earned me a punishment?”

  Her tone made Kevin wonder if she really was okay with this, so he tried to reassure her. “It normally would have, but we hadn’t talked yet, so of course I’m not going to punish you now.” The way her face fell made Kevin realize he’d missed the boat on where her question was leading. He was trying to reassure that he’d be fair when it came to discipline, but that clearly wasn’t what she was aiming at. Rather than beat around the bush he decided to just ask her. “Do you want me to punish you?”

  He didn’t think it was possible for her cheeks to flame any redder, but they did, turning a deep crimson. Despite her clear embarrassment she answered honestly.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Suddenly faced with his babygirl needing a spanking for being bad, Kevin froze for half a second. He wanted to call Derek to get some advice, but he’d wing it for now.

  “Stand up and go bend over the counter by the sink,” he ordered, pushing back his stool and giving her room to move.

  She complied without a word, slipping out of her seat and walking around the island to lean over the counter. Her elbows were on the counter, and her head was up, eyes watching for his next move.

  Kevin stalked over to her, standing on her left side. “Put your head down on the counter and step back farther.”

  She inched back a few steps and rested her head on her arms.

  “Back up more and widen your stance.”

  She did as he asked, breathing faster and trembling slightly. He applied gentle pressure on her back, flattening her out and pushing her ass up. “This is the position you should take when I tell you to bend over something, babygirl.”

  “Yes Daddy,” she whispered.

  He pulled his oversize t-shirt up over her hips and bunched it at the small of her back, baring her behind. The sight of her round ass made him think of last night, but then he reminded himself that this was supposed to be a punishment.