by S. E. Lund
Katherine, I want you waiting for me, blindfolded, naked, kneeling on the floor by the bed. I'm going to spank you. And then I'm going to fuck you. You're going to take it without complaint.
Do you understand?
What? He was going to spank me? I thought we'd already gone through all this. He was going to spank me? He wanted to do a scene?
All I wanted was to be with him. I wanted us to be together. He wanted to reestablish our power exchange. He really did think he'd been too lenient with me and that was the problem.
I sat debating with myself. Should I just take it, like he said? If I didn’t, would that mean our relationship was over? Could I make my own demands or was this a time to submit?
I was so confused.
I don't want you to spank me.
His response was immediate.
Of course you don't but I have to. Trust me on this, Katherine.
I chewed my nail, debating.
What if I break up with you because of it?
He texted right back.
We'll break up if I don't. I realize now that this relationship won't work unless we follow the rules we drew up and committed to when we signed the agreement. The rules are there for a reason. Both of us need them. We can't be just a vanilla couple. I can't be a vanilla boyfriend, Katherine. I might try, but I'd fail and you'd eventually be dissatisfied. I'm a Dominant and you want submission in the bedroom, even if you haven't completely accepted what that means yet. We have to follow the rules or neither of us will be happy.
If you love me – if you really love me – the Dominant I am inside – you'll accept this and obey just as I have to accept that you really want submission underneath your uncertainty. You need my dominance to feel free.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Could I accept his command and obey? If I did, what would that mean?
Oh, fuck. I analyzed things too much. I had to go with my heart and my heart screamed that I couldn’t stand to lose Drake. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to him. When I signed the agreement in the hotel room in the Bahamas, I did agree that he could punish me if I disobeyed his rules. He had every right to expect me to be completely open and honest about anything to do with our relationship. That was a necessity for power exchange to work. Trust. I had kept something from him, three things from him – deliberately.
I will obey.
It took a minute for him to respond, as if he didn't believe I'd agree.
Be waiting for me as I described. Be prepared to be spanked, Katherine. Then, be prepared to be fucked. I'll be there in 15.
I went to the bedroom, undressed despite the chill in the air, knelt on a pillow by the head of the bed, fastened a tie around my eyes to act as a blindfold, and waited.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
In about fifteen minutes, my cell phone rang twice – the signal that Drake was near. I had been kneeling quietly from the time he'd texted me back and now all my senses were acutely attuned to every sound of my own body, every scent in the apartment, every noise from the street.
Unlike the last time I waited for him, I wasn't aroused. I was dreading the spanking. I knew it would hurt – it wouldn't be the worst pain I had ever experienced but it would hurt. I knew I'd cry. I knew I'd feel humiliated. Most of all, I knew I'd feel completely mixed-up emotions about being spanked.
Of course, I could walk out at any moment. I could use my safe word at any time and the spanking would stop, but then I'd have failed Drake once more. As his submissive, I should accept his punishments as part of our relationship. I understood that, but there was a part of me that wanted us to transcend the rules. I thought that, somehow, he wouldn’t need D/s any longer after he found me. That he could let himself go with me and forget the need to so strictly control himself.
I was obviously wrong.
I tried to accept this was reality and let whatever he felt needed to happen happen, but it was so damn hard. I did want him to be a sexual Dominant with me. I wanted him to be my Master in the bedroom and my equal – my life companion – outside of it. If he really thought this punishment was necessary to make our relationship work so we could be together, I'd submit.
By the time Drake arrived in the apartment, I was already teared-up, the tears of regret slipping down my cheeks underneath a gap in the blindfold, which was inexpertly tied around my eyes.
I listened as he entered the apartment. The door creaked open, his boots dropped with a thunk thunk on the mat. The fridge door opened and I heard condiment jars clink in the door as he took out the Anisovaya. I couldn’t hear but imagined him shooting back the anise-flavored liquor, and wondered if he'd come and kiss me so I could taste it on his tongue as he usually did.
I heard him breathing from a distance, but he did nothing more for a long moment. Was he watching me over by the bed struggling to gain some composure, biting my bottom lip and breathing in deeply to calm myself?
The floor creaked as he came to the side of the bed where I knelt blindfolded on a pillow, my hands behind my back. I remembered to open my mouth and keep my lips slightly parted, but it wasn't easy for my emotions threatened to overwhelm me and my bottom lip quivered.
Then, he let out a heavy sigh.
He picked me up, and he sat down on the bed with me across his lap. I reached out blindly, slipping my arms around his neck. I had no idea where his face was in relation to mine but then I smelled the Anisovaya on his breath. He was looking right at me, his breath warm on my face, the anise sweet.
He kissed me, his lips on my cheek, kissing below each eye.
"Oh, Katie," he whispered. Then, his mouth found mine, his lips parting, tongue searching for mine, his arms pulling me more tightly against his chest. He kissed me deeply and I kissed him back, my heart almost exploding at the show of affection for me instead of anger. I pulled him against me as tightly as I could and this seemed to elicit an even greater response from him, his hands moving down my naked body, around my shoulder to my breast which he cupped and squeezed, pulling my nipple taut between his finger and thumb, sending a thrill of lust through my body right to my clit.
I expected him to spank me right away, hard and fast, punishing me for breaking the rules. Instead, he was arousing me with his touch, his kiss. He lay half on top of me, half on the bed beside me so that his hand was free to touch me. He slipped his fingers between my lips to feel my clit, stroking it slowly, sinuously. I moaned when his mouth moved down to kiss my shoulder and then claimed my nipple, sucking firmly, teasing it with the tips of his teeth.
His breath was warm on my belly, his tongue wet, trailing down from my navel to my naked pubes, slipping between my lips to stroke my clit and I couldn't stop from gasping, his tongue felt so good, silky and wet.
To my complete surprise, and when I was getting very close to orgasm, he stopped and pulled me up, depositing me over his knee as he had done earlier, one hand pressing down on my upper back, the other on the back of my thighs.
When he spoke, his voice was husky with lust.
"Will you lay quietly and submit? Don't speak," he said, his breath shaky. "Nod your head. If you won't submit, I'll have to confine you with my leg."
I was completely shocked, my mouth opening and closing as I gasped. I was so thoroughly aroused, my mind so overtaken by pleasure from his touch, I nodded without thinking.
"Good girl," he said and kissed my shoulder.
Then, he began stroking my buttocks softly, circling each one slowly, gently, his fingers playing with them, outlining them before slipping between them to touch my pussy. He leaned over and kissed between my shoulder blades, his mouth moving lower to the small of my back. He hiked my ass up a bit more, creating a deeper bend in my hips so that my ass was higher, and kissed each cheek.
After that, he adjusted me on his lap, and I could feel his erection pressing against my hip. He was hard as rock.
He hit my buttocks with his right hand using a light rapid touch. It didn't hurt. Instead, it was a light slapping over the bu
The sting wasn't really painful. In truth, his hand striking my buttocks aroused me even more, especially when he struck the inside of each buttock. The spot seemed to connect my ass with my pussy, each strike stimulating my clit and labia rather than causing pain. Soon, I was writhing beneath his hand, my arousal growing. I didn’t say anything, but I groaned – not from pain, but from how good it felt.
"Spread your thighs wider," he said, his voice firm.
I did and gasped when he slipped his thumb inside me, circling over the sensitive ridge of tissue an inch or so inside my body. His other fingers found my clit, and pressed against it. Then, he began slapping my ass with his left hand, continuing with the firm tapping he had begun with the other hand, which was now otherwise occupied in my pussy. He increased the force he used with his left hand, and maintained the slow circle of his thumb inside of me, his fingers stroking my clit.
"You're going to come while I spank you, Katherine," he said after a few moments.
I was certain he was right for my body was responding to everything he was doing. The slight thud thud thud from his hand striking my ass intensified what I felt in my pussy and clit. He stopped his motions for a moment and leaned down, his mouth beside my ear.
"Are you sorry you didn't tell me about Kurt as soon as you got home from the fundraiser, Katherine? Are you sorry you didn’t tell me about Sunita and about Maureen?"
I swallowed hard, my mind almost overwhelmed with sensations. "Yes, Master."
He began his assault on my senses again, fingers moving inside of me, hand striking my ass in rapid succession. My thighs began to shake as my orgasm neared.
"Master, I…"
"Good girl," he said, his voice pleased. He stopped his motions and I lay gasping, waiting. "I don't think you're ready to come yet."
He didn't remove his fingers, and the sensation of them inside of me and of his hand stroking over my butt was agonizingly arousing.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come," I gasped.
"No, you're not. Take a deep breath and blow it out. Relax completely."
I tried and soon, it worked. My body was throbbing, aching for more stimulation but he kept still, no motion at all.
"I like this, Katherine," he said, rubbing his groin against my hip. "I love having you lying on my lap like this, your ass up and open, my fingers inside of you. You're so close, your body is about ready to convulse with pleasure."
He did nothing and I couldn't help but clench around his fingers, my body taking over, trying to find more sensation to bring on my orgasm.
"No," he said, firmly. "Don't make yourself come, Katherine. I'm the only one who can make you come. Nod your head if you understand."
I nodded, breathing rapidly, my body aching for release.
"Maybe a few more smacks," he said, his left hand beginning to stroke over my cheeks. "Just a few love taps and you're so close, I believe I could send you over…"
He smacked me several times over my pussy harder than he had before and that did it. The pressure was enough to move my body against his fingers and I went over the edge, my orgasm starting, the pleasure from deep in my core spreading down my legs and up into my chest.
"Oh, God, oh God," I cried out, my body shuddering, my face white-hot as waves of pleasure coursed through me. "Ohh…"
"That's good, Katherine," he said, leaning down, his face next to mine, his breath warm on my cheek. "That's so good…"
His fingers moved inside of me, heightening my pleasure. Then, he slipped his left hand under my head and turned my face to the side so he could kiss my mouth as I came around his fingers. When he pulled back, I lay on his lap, my body quivering in the last throes of my orgasm, his fingers still deep inside of me.
Then, he lifted my ass up and stood, holding me by the hips, positioning me with my knees at the edge of the bed, my face pressed against the covers, ass in the air. I heard the jangle of his belt being unfastened, the slither of his fly being undone and then felt the head of his cock against my pussy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, hard." He rammed his entire length inside of me, grasping my hips, pulling me against him with each thrust. "You want to know what being fucked hard feels like, Katherine?" he said, his voice rough, his lips next to my ear. "This is me fucking you hard."
He rose up and thrust even harder and faster, his hands digging into my hips.
I was still so aroused from all the stimulation that it didn't take long for the pleasure to build inside me again and I helped him, pressing back greedily each time the thrust inside of me.
"So, you want to come again, do you, Katherine?" he said, his voice breathless. "I don't think I'll let you."
I said nothing, concentrating on my own body, and the sensations in my pussy. But, a few hard and fast thrusts later and his orgasm started, his body bent over me, his mouth on my shoulder, biting down on the fleshy part of my muscle. He ejaculated, grunting, his mouth beside my ear. Once spent, he collapsed against me. Unable to bear his full weight, my body crumpled to the mattress.
As we lay recovering for a few moments, he kissed my shoulder, and brushed the hair away from my cheek so he could kiss that as well. Finally, he rose up and pulled slowly out of me, keeping his hands on my hips, pulling my ass up a bit and I knew what he was doing.
I bit my lip to stop from smiling, but it was difficult. I inhaled deeply for a moment, and soon got control over myself, enough so that I could speak, but my voice quivered a bit with amusement. "If you spank me like that, you can punish me any time you like."
He leaned back down again, his face next to mine, his mouth beside my ear, his breath warm on my cheek. "I assure you, that was not a spanking in punishment. That was an erotic spanking and was meant to arouse you."
"You succeeded."
"That I did," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
Finally, he turned me over so that I was lying on my back and he lay on top of me, his body between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles, pulling him against me. My arms slipped around his neck but I still couldn’t see him for he hadn't yet removed my blindfold. All I could see was a faint sliver of light and a brief glimpse of our bodies pressed together.
He kissed me warmly, his mouth opening briefly, his tongue touching mine. Even now, after a powerful orgasm, I felt a thrill go through me at the touch of his tongue to mine.
"Kate, please, always tell me everything. Everything you're thinking and feeling. Don't hold anything back. Anything that happens that you find uncomfortable – I want it all. I need to know. You can trust me. I won't lose control."
"I thought men didn't want a bunch of talk. That’s what you kept saying – enough talk."
"I was wrong to stop you from telling me. I was just so self-absorbed with everything, I needed to lose myself in you. But normally, a Dominant wants to know what his sub is thinking and feeling." He kissed me again, softly. "Power exchange is a huge responsibility. We take it seriously. When you give yourself over completely to me, I have so much power over you. I want that power. It turns me on completely. To be a good Dom, I need to know when you're happy, when you're sad, when you're afraid, when you're aroused, when you have doubts. When anything happens that affects our relationship. Do you understand?"
I nodded, all the mirth leaving me at the serious tone of his voice.
"Yes," I said, my voice breaking a bit, emotion from earlier filling me. "I'm so sorry I didn’t tell you right away. None of this had to happen."
"You didn't tell me for a reason. You don't trust me to handle the truth and so you hid it from me. Kate, I would have been jealous. I would have been upset that you saw that video of me with Sunita. I would have been upset about what Maureen said. Eventually, I would have accepted it and dealt with it, but not until I fucked you hard and fast and made you come a few times."
I felt his face and stroked his cheek, imagining his handsome features, his blue-blue eyes, his dark arched brows. "I liked it when you fucked me hard and fast."
He kissed my neck. "You did, didn't you?"
"I did. I could have come very easily, if you’d let me."
"I had to do something to punish you. I figured since you liked the erotic spanking, I'd have to deny you a second orgasm."
"You're so mean," I said, totally joking. "It didn't hurt," I said. "It seemed to make the whole area like one big erogenous zone."
"That's the purpose of an erotic spanking. The nerves in your ass are deep under a layer of fat and it takes an erotic spanking to stimulate them. They're so close to the nerves in your pussy and clit that the whole area becomes stimulated when it's spanked. Plus I love watching your nice round ass jiggle. A woman's ass is so desirable. Delicious. If a woman's body, if her belly and ass are too lean and muscular, it's more like a man's body. I like a womanly ass with a bit of jiggle in it. Makes me hard, in case you didn't notice."
"I noticed," I said, grinning.
"Vive la différence, I always say. You're petite and luscious." He kissed me again, his lips curving up in a smile beneath mine.
"Are you ever going to take off my blindfold?" I said.
"I don't know. I might keep you in bed all night and day with that on, doing all kinds of things to your body that you can't see and can only feel."
"Mmm," I murmured, smiling. "That sounds very hot."
"It does, does it? Have I created a monster in you, Ms. Bennet? An insatiable sex goddess?"
"Insatiable sex goddess," I said, grinning like an idiot. I reached out and felt his face, slipping my hands behind his head, pulling him down for another deep kiss.
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