A Sweet and Sassy Match

by Stevie MacFarlane

  Sam would not be dissuaded by her pleas as he continued on his mission, stroking and pumping his fingers in and out. He refused to set a rhythm and kept her a breath away from climaxing at all times. Gradually he spread his fingers inside her, listening for any sounds of pain or discomfort as he stretched her.

  Jo was beside herself, shaking and straining, trying to get Sam to move that tantalizing tongue to the exact spot she needed. Tears ran down her cheeks unnoticed as she pleaded for mercy and relief almost incoherently, but Sam knew precisely what she wanted.

  “Johanna, my sweet, do you need to come?” he asked gently.

  “Oh God, Sam, yes, yes, please. You’re killing me,” she sobbed.

  “Then let me inside you, baby,” he coaxed. “I want you to come on me, your pretty little pussy squeezing my cock.”

  “Yes, yes, anything you want,” she promised, her hands pulling at his arms, her need so great she would have done anything he asked of her.

  Swiftly Sam slid up and positioned his cock at her weeping entrance. Her legs were pulled over his arms for maximum control as she arched helplessly against him. It went against every dominant inch of him, but somehow he managed not to bury himself in one thrust as he slowly and steadily eased his large member inside her tight little channel. He did not pull out, nor did he push, but let his weight carry him deeper and deeper, gritting his teeth as he stretched her inch by inch. He could hear Jo gasping, her cries registering somewhere in his brain, but she never asked him to stop, for which he would be eternally grateful. The whole process took a while; it felt like years to him, and every little squirm and adjustment Jo made added to his agony. By the time he felt his balls brush against her ass, his head was thrown back, the cords in his taunt neck aching. Sam pulled his mind back to the matter at hand and glanced down at Jo, who had a look of absolute astonishment on her face.

  “Oh, Sam,” she sighed, giving a little thrust of her hips and staring down between their two bodies as if unable to believe he was truly, fully inside her.

  Sam rested on his forearms and smoothed her wild hair back from her face, gently kissing her eyes closed. “Just relax, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered, sliding out of her slowly, scraping every inch of her tight sheath with the veins and ridges of his shaft. Ever so gently he drove back in, the sounds of Jo’s gasps music to his ears, her whimpers exciting him as he struggled to control his natural instincts. Jo’s fingers clutched at his arms, pulling him closer as her hips shivered in reaction.

  “I never knew,” she whispered, using her hands to turn his face to hers. Although tears leaked down her cheeks, her eyes shone with wonder.

  “Never knew what, sweetie?” he asked, struggling for patience.

  “Knew it could be like this,” she sighed as tremors shook her body. “That it could feel this good, that I could be so full. Take me Sam; please take me like you want to. I need you so badly; I don’t know what to do. Show me, Sam,” she pleaded.

  Sam breathed a prayer of thanks and pulled Jo’s hips tightly to him as he began to thrust gently into her. Each withdrawal was agony and each entry so exquisitely pleasurable he thought he would lose his sanity. Mindful of his promise not to hurt her in anyway, he was convinced he would be long dead by the time he was able to ride her as he wished. Even though she told him to take her, he knew she wasn’t ready for the unleashed power of his desire. Yes, he fit, as he had known he would, but it was so tight he worried she would be sore for days and there was no way he would be able to wait that long for another taste of her sweet body. Gradually he picked up his pace, but he never for a moment lost control. He could feel each squeeze and quiver of her pussy and while he held onto his speed, the depth of his entry was beyond him. With each slide back into her, he touched her womb and savored the sensation for several seconds before pulling back. Johanna was too far gone in her own pleasure to be aware of the little gasps of pain that perfectly matched his deepest penetration, but Sam knew. Rubbing his pelvis against her clit with each thrust, he then pressed firmly there as well as inside of her, holding her completely in place. Finally, unable to wait any longer, Sam slid one arm under her bottom, lifting her to him while the fingers of his other hand stroked her clit until she flew apart in his hands, screaming. Her tight little pussy milked him in a rhythmic contraction that he was unable to resist, and he bathed her womb with jet after jet of his hot seed. In the end, he didn’t know who was shaking harder, Jo or him. Wrapping her in his arms, he flipped them over so that she was lying on his chest, still impaled, but not nearly so forcefully. Stroking her back, he pushed her hair over her shoulder and held her close.

  “Are you alright, baby?” he asked softly.

  “Hmm,” Jo replied, snuggling. “I am Sam, but I’m a little confused.”

  “About, what Honey?”

  “Well, you were so…I don’t know…reserved; I guess that’s how I would put it. Was everything okay for you?” she asked, glad he couldn’t see her blush.

  “Why,” Sam laughed, “because I wasn’t sweating over you, grunting and banging your head into the headboard?”

  “Not exactly that, but, yeah,” Jo replied. “I was screaming like a banshee, totally out of my mind, and you seemed completely restrained. I’m not sure I like that. I wanted you to be as vulnerable as I was.”

  “Believe me, Jo, I was enthralled with every inch of you, and the feel of your perfect little pussy was enough to make me see stars; but as you pointed out earlier, I am a big man and you are a small woman. It will be awhile before you’re ready for that kind of loving. Besides, we have things to do today and it would work out better if you can walk,” he grinned. “Trust me to do what’s best for you, baby. There will be plenty of time for hard and fast when your body has learned to accommodate me better, okay?”

  “Okay,” she replied, sighing.

  “Good,” he said, sliding her off to the side and giving her a crisp slap on her bottom. “Get a move on girl; we have a busy day ahead.”

  “Boy, for someone who’s so worried about hurting me, you have no problem slapping my ass,” she griped, dodging another crack with a squeal.

  Chapter Eight

  When Jo entered the kitchen a short time later, the smell of bacon and fresh coffee made her forget everything except how hungry she was. Sam seated her at the table and placed a plate in front of her containing eggs, scrambled with cheese, peppers and onions, as well as several slices of crisp bacon. Warm muffins appeared quickly along with fresh pineapple chunks and strawberries.

  “This looks delicious,” Jo murmured appreciatively. “You are a man of hidden talents, Sam.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, filling her coffee cup and sitting across from her.

  “It is, mostly,” she said and smiled.

  “Just mostly? Am I to assume that you find some of my talents undesirable?” he teased in mock dismay.

  “That would be a pretty accurate assessment,” she answered, digging into her breakfast with a moan of delight.

  “Fair enough,” Sam conceded, taking a bite of his eggs. “I can only hope in the future that you will develop an appreciation for all my skills.”

  “Hope is good, Sam, just don’t hold your breath,” she shot back. “I doubt I’ll ever discover an affinity for spanking.”

  “There are many kinds of spankings, Jo. You’ve only been exposed to the disciplinary type. Someday, I plan on introducing you to a more erotic side.”

  “Erotic? You’ve got to be kidding me, right? What could possibly be erotic about being pulled over your knee and having my bottom roasted? It sounds pretty standard to me.”

  “You’re wrong, honey. Some women find it extremely erotic to submit to the man they love. Not all spankings are painful; some have just enough heat to inspire a different kind of response.”

  “Well, I’m not from Missouri, but you’d still have to show me as I find it extremely unlikely,” Jo snorted, plucking a juicy piece
of fruit off the plate and pinning him with her eyes.

  “That would require you being well-behaved enough to be rewarded with an erotic spanking. Based on the last few days, I don’t think it’s in the foreseeable future, sweetie,” Sam said with a grin.

  “That’s not fair,” Jo complained. “Most people see me as a very responsible and productive adult. I’ll have you know that I am held in very high regard by my peers.”

  “So, it’s only when you’re with me that you act like an irresponsible child, incapable of taking care of even your most basic needs, such as eating and not hanging out of windows by your knees? That’s interesting,” Sam said with a curious look on his face.

  “That’s not true,” Jo insisted, flinging down her napkin and rising from her chair. With her hands on the table, she leaned toward him, her eyes flashing. “I just don’t think it’s fair for you to spank me in a painful way and then refuse to show me how an erotic spanking feels!”

  “Ten minutes ago, you were insisting that you didn’t want any spankings of any kind. Are you now asking me to spank you?” he asked, trying not to laugh.

  “No, I just…I don’t…. Never mind. You are a bully,” Jo told him angrily.

  “And you are a brat. Now sit down and finish your breakfast before you get exactly the kind of spanking you don’t want.”

  Jo sat. This man could twist up her words before she even knew what hit her. Imagine complaining because he refused to spank her! She needed her head examined.

  Quiet for the remainder of the meal, Jo finished her coffee and began to clean up the kitchen. Something had been bothering her since last night and she might as well get it out in the open. With her back to Sam, she slowly washed the dishes while working up the nerve to question him.

  “Sam?”

  “Yeah,” he replied, still at the table.

  “Remember last night when you described to me the different clients you have and the type of relationships they want?”

  “Yes. Is there something more specific you want to know?” he asked.

  “Well, if you were to put yourself into one of those categories, which one would it be?” Jo asked, hiding her trembling hands in the dishwater and working to keep her voice even and unconcerned.

  Sam didn’t answer immediately; instead he observed her tense shoulders and noticed that although her hands were in the water, they weren’t actually washing any dishes. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a blue and white flowered apron tired around her slim waist. Apparently his answer was extremely important to her as she waited nervously, frozen in position.

  It was several minutes before Sam came to a decision and walked up behind her. Placing his hands gently on her shoulders, he began to knead the tension from her small frame.

  “If someone had asked me that question a few weeks ago, I would have said that I was absolutely in Title II. I have an alpha personality; I demand respect and obedience from my woman and believe in both the concept and application of domestic discipline. I consider myself a loving, fair and firm partner. I have no desire to go through life fighting and arguing over every little issue that may come up. I want a certain amount of peace in my home, but I also need someone who will challenge me occasionally and make me think and question my priorities and any preconceived ideas I may have. I’m not inflexible, but I refuse to be manipulated.”

  “And how do you feel about it, now?” Jo whispered, sliding her hand around a glass, over and over under the water.

  Sam rested his chin on top of her head and sighed. “Now, I see things a little differently. Don’t ask me why, but I can see myself babying you, Johanna. There’s something about you that makes me want to care for you in a way I’ve never cared for another woman. I can see myself holding you in my arms and rocking you to sleep, tucking you in bed and holding you through the night. I can see myself bathing your sweet little body and washing every nook and crevasse, even shaving off the lovely dark hair that covers all your secrets. I want to rub lotion into your soft skin, dress you in baby doll pajamas and cuddle you on the couch to watch movies. I want to make sure you eat properly and get enough sleep. I want you to work less and play more. I don’t want to steal your adulthood, baby; I just want to give you back some of your childhood. Give you the love and comfort you missed. I want you to come to me for everything, no matter how small, so I can make it all better,” he finished, barely daring to draw a breath. “Does that scare you sweetie? Do you think I’m crazy? I’ve found plenty of women for men looking for these same things, but I guess I never really understood it until now.”

  Johanna was trembling so badly, the only thing keeping her upright was his strong body so close behind her. What a picture he painted in her mind. It was mesmerizing, intriguing, and oh so tempting. To be babied, adored, cherished… but it was just a dream, a fantasy. She was the doer, the giver, the answer to everyone’s problems. It had always been that way from the earliest time she could remember. She comforted her mother, each time her father hurt her and made her cry. She picked up the pieces when he walked out on them, struggling to hold her little family together. She was the daughter, the best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, and the boss who worked overtime to cover for employees who couldn’t seem to get their jobs done on time. The very idea of someone taking care of her was just too farfetched to even imagine.

  Jo ignored the warm feeling in her tummy, the dampness between her legs, the weakness that wanted her to collapse into Sam’s arms and cry. It was all very pretty, but it would never work, she thought as she swiped the glass one time too many and it slipped from her hands.

  Sam was looking heavenward, praying for the right answer, when he heard Jo’s yelp and felt her body jump.

  Yanking her hand out of the water, Jo went white as paste when she saw the blood running from her hand, down her forearm and dripping to the floor.

  “What happened?” Sam asked quickly. Looking briefly at the wound, he grabbed a clean towel from the drawer and wrapped it around her hand.

  “The glass broke,” she screamed, jumping up and down in panic. “I don’t do blood,” she cried, starting to slip from his arms.

  Picking her up, Sam set her on the counter, putting pressure on her hand, and pulled out his cell phone. “Let me see it.”

  “No, no, it hurts,” Jo resisted, tears dripping down her cheeks.

  “I need to see if you need stitches, Honey,” Sam insisted, gently taking hold of the towel.

  “No, no doctors, no hospitals, no stitches,” she yelled, pulling away as far as she could in the limited space he allowed her as he stood between her knees to prevent her from falling should she pass out.

  “For crying out loud,” he shouted, taking a firm grip and lifting the towel. There was a deep gash along the palm of her hand, and it definitely needed attention, he decided, wrapping it back up in the towel and picking up his phone.

  “Dr. Mike,” he said, speaking clearly into the smart phone. After several rings, the phone was answered and he switched it to speakerphone.

  “Mike, Sam here. What’s your location?”

  “Hey buddy, I’m actually at the new building. I drove by to get a look and your agent was here checking on a couple of details. Nice lady; She let me in for a look around. What’s up?”

  “Do you have supplies with you?”

  “Always, unless it’s life threatening. What do you need?”

  “I’ll be on my way over in a couple of minutes. I think my girl may need stitches; she cut her hand pretty badly.”

  “No, no, no,” Johanna chanted, struggling to get off the counter and away from Sam’s restraining hold.

  “Sounds like she’s not thrilled with the idea,” Mike laughed. “Yell if you need any help.”

  “I’ve got this,” Sam said, lifting Jo down but keeping a firm grip on the back of her jeans. “See you in a few.”

  “Sam,” Jo pleaded, “I hate doctors.”


  “Tough, you need one. You’ll like Mike. Everyone does,” he assured her as he grabbed his keys and pulled her out the door.

  “I won’t,” she insisted, fighting him every step of the way.

  “Jo, it needs attention. It won’t heal right and you’ll have a scar,” he said, pushing her into the car and reaching across for the seatbelt. For a moment he thought she was going to bite him, she was so mad.

  “I like scars; they add character,” she sobbed, watching him click the child-safety lock, ensuring she couldn’t even jump out. “Is this how you’re going to baby me?” she snarled, “by making me do things I don’t want to? I thought you wanted to take care of me, comfort me?”

  “I do want to take care of you and that’s exactly what I’m doing. As far as comforting you, I’ll do that, too, later, after I blister your bottom for being such a foolish girl.”

  “Where are we going anyway?” she asked, sniffling.

  “To the new building I bought to house our offices and my personal living space. I wanted you to come shopping with me today to pick out some furnishings.”

  “So let’s go. Just stop and pick up some Band-Aids and we’ll be on our way.”

  “Nice try, Sunshine, but no, we are going to see Dr. Mike.”

  “Why do you need a doctor on staff anyway?” she demanded. “So you can have someone who can take care of injuries who won’t report them to the authorities?”

  “That was totally uncalled for and if you weren’t already in pain, I would light a fire under your ass so hot, you’d be begging me to let you see the doctor. Now apologize.”

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, her head down.

  “Everyone is entitled to quality medical care, even our clients. There are times when certain things need to be discussed with a medical professional who understands the intricacies of specific kinds of relationships.”