Paranormal Dating Agency: Someone Different (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Gina Kincade

  A few pride members stopped Tallan on her way out to exchange pleasantries, which amounted to really talking about their loses, before she managed to get out of the building having successfully, surprisingly, avoided her mother. She walked to her car to find Trina, Lyle, and Luke waiting for her.

  "Something up?" she asked.

  "We are Luke's cover story for talking to you." Lyle piped up.

  "So the parent's don't wonder," Trina added quickly, her voice a whisper even though no one else stood anywhere near them in the lot at the moment.

  "I was just wondering if you were busy, or if you wanted...company," Luke said, the large man's face flushing surely due to her sister and his best friend being there to witness what each of them knew to be an unspoken request for sex.

  "I'd love some company," she said, straightening her spine although she felt the same heat creep onto her cheeks.

  "Good," he said followed by a wink. "See you in say, a half hour then?"

  "Sure."

  "Hey, Tallan," Trina interjected, "You can't avoid mom forever. What are you planning on telling her?"

  "I've no idea, but I need to get out of here before she remembers to find me and ask."

  "Good plan, sis."

  Chapter Five

  When she answered the door, her body heated instantly at the sight of Luke standing there leaning on the doorjamb. She managed to back up and let him in without jumping him. The smirk on his face gave her pause, had her backing up to sit on the couch before her legs gave out on her regardless of the fact she wanted to spring into his arms.

  Luke continued to stand, though, towering over her more now.

  "What's up?" she asked, holding back a girlish laugh under his smoldering stare.

  "I was wondering how adventurous you were feeling tonight, though I apologize if that is insensitive given the day."

  "While I am heartbroken, I've no time for that now. We plan, get our revenge, and then we mourn our lost ones. So, it is a perfect time for me to burn off some energy rather than sit around and wait for my call. I honestly didn't know any of the people we lost today very well, but when one in your pride hurts, you all do, so when one is angry and hell bent on revenge like Ian is, I am, too."

  "I get it. Bears are the same. And, from what I heard today, I figured that to be the case. So, I pose my question again, how adventurous are you feeling?"

  "Whatever you can dish out, I can take," she said, flashing him a grin. Though, given his size, she didn't even believe herself.

  "Okay. You are on then, lady." He flashed a cocky grin, lust making his eyes sparkle. "I start? Or, ladies first?"

  "Ah, I think it will be smarter to let experience lead. My fantasies are my fantasies, but may have no place in reality."

  "Honey, anything you can fantasize about, that doesn't harm someone, cause pain beyond his or her comfort level, can be done. And, I can take a lot. But, I am willing to start with some of mine. I just want you naked, bound, and at my mercy to begin with. You want me to stop at any point, though, just tell me. We can create a safe word. You've heard of that, right, given your extensive book and movie knowledge?"

  "Yes, I read," she said with a laugh that trembled in her throat.

  "So pick the word. Something you wouldn't normally say in the throes of passion," he offered the tip.

  "Um, well, I don't know. Could be anything right? Like Jane Austen."

  "Jane Austen? I don't think she would appreciate that, but may I ask, why?"

  "I've always wanted my Darcy to appear. Not saying you are that, if you don't want to be, but the book is sitting on the shelves behind you at the moment, eye level. My sister loves to tease me about how many times I've watched the movie and read the book."

  "Jane Austen it is then, I guess." He chuckled and winked.

  "That set, what next," she asked, squeezing her thighs together to quell the tingles and heat starting to gather at her core.

  "You just do everything I say, without speaking, without argument, a silent, willing participant, or you pay a steep price in punishment. Of course, the safe word is the exception to that."

  "So, if I want a little punishment, then all I have to do is protest," she thought out loud.

  "Careful what you wish for. But yes, starting now. I control you."

  She nodded, assuming the role as directed.

  "Good girl. Now, we will start by you standing up."

  She obeyed without hesitation. In fact, she felt she could jump out of her skin with anticipation of what was to come, what heights of pleasure he'd take her to.

  "Now, I want you to slowly kick off your shoes and slide off your pants. Anything from the waist down comes off. Got that?"

  Again, she nodded. Yet, she found herself mustering courage at this first request. For a woman like her, not one to flaunt her body, this part challenged her more than she figured anything else would after she got naked. Sensual strip teases weren't her thing. Yet, one look at his face, the moment of compassion that flickered there, and she kicked off her shoes, and then with a quick glance back at Luke standing there with his arms crossed, muscles bulging under his t-shirt, she slowly started peeling off her jeans as she watched his eyes for any sign of disgust.

  She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and when she closed her eyes, tilting her head down right before the big reveal, he spoke to her, that kindness of his evident despite the demanding words.

  "Open your eyes and look at me, Tallan. Show me your perfection."

  He always knew exactly what to say to her. So, she did as he asked, sliding her underpants down her legs. And, though he'd seen her already, she never felt more naked in her life than she did now under his steely gaze. Though, in contrast, she'd never felt more wanted and more at ease, either.

  "Now, I must see those generous breasts of yours."

  The way his deep voice sounded out the word generous, made it clear he sought only to enjoy her beauty, big or not. She took it as the compliment he intended. When she'd finished, her tested her further.

  "I want you comfortable with me before I bind you. So, you will present your perfect body to me by moving as I tell you to."

  She nodded again, taking a deep breath, defying her fears in wanting to please him. Moments later, somehow it felt like a huge win for not only her self-worth but her self-confidence as well.

  "On your knees. Facing me, use your hands to cup your breasts, to offer them to me."

  He gave her an easy one, she thought, never ashamed to have huge boobs. What woman would be? She scooped up what she could of the generous flesh, and aimed her nipples at him as they hardened to pebbles under his direct, admiring gaze.

  "Perfect. Now, I want you to sit on the edge of the table behind you, then spread your legs as wide as you can manage for me."

  She hesitated for only a moment, concerned about the stability of the table under her, but then backed onto the hard top to perch on the edge, leaning back to rest on her arms. She spread her legs, feeling the moisture and heat there increase as he looked on, eyes flashing with the intensity of his desire.

  "Are you surprised at how much you are turned on by my just watching you? I give you permission to speak."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Well, very good then. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Pleasure yourself in front of me. Dip a finger into your moisture and then circle it around your clit. Keep holding yourself open, though, with the other hand. I want you to have no inhibitions when I tie you up. I want you to be in a place where any pleasure you feel you can react to without doubt, without fear, just give into it, let it take you as far as it will go."

  She adjusted to his whims, opening herself wide with one hand, her throbbing channel begging to be stretched as she touched her wetness and began to circle her hard nub.

  "Am I to come, sir," she asked.

  "You are not to ask questions at any time. I guess you learn that one the hard way. Come over here and accept your punishment. Now, Tallan."
He'd growled her name like a war cry, and her body tightened with need.

  She slid off the table, stood up and walked over to him, spine straight, wondering how this would feel in real life, outside of her fantasies. He grabbed a chair from her kitchen table, which in her small place sat right behind where he stood. Sitting on the armless chair, he patted his legs for her to lie over his lap.

  "I was going to wait to have you present your backside to me, after you'd received some pleasure, but not now. Now, I shall punish you instead. Show me your ass, young lady."

  She lowered herself over his lap, and as she awkwardly adjusted, trying to figure it out, he grabbed her hip, pulling her in toward him, pushing her head downward until her ass was the highest part of her. With no warning, his hand came down on her flesh. The small sting of it shot right through her pussy. A deep moan slipped from her throat before she even realized it, betraying the pleasure she felt at the spanking.

  "Oh, it's not enough then if you enjoyed it," he said, though it sounded rather rehearsed, or forced, like it wasn't very natural for him to say the words.

  Seconds later his hand came down on her backside again, making both the globes of her ass burn.

  He gave her four more good smacks before he stopped. Still, the heat and pain that resulted from each contact sent bolts of electricity and desire straight to her core, making her want for his big, hard dick, to feel him enter her and appease the deep ache he created.

  "Now, spread your legs so I can test the punishment, see how wet you are."

  Caught off guard at the full request, she just laid there a moment only to jump when his hand landed on her ass once more, sharp and stinging the already throbbing skin.

  "I said spread your legs, pet. Your hesitation buys you more time over my lap."

  She spread her legs, wondering if she'd fall off, but he held her securely with one hand spanning her back and over her hip.

  "More." Luke commanded.

  She obeyed, opening herself up wide to his view, no longer shy or caring about it at this point. Everything inside her focused on her desire now. Her mind swam in the most delicious way, thoughts of what may come next turning her on more and more before he'd even acted.

  He touched her, pressing his finger up inside her, swift enough for her to feel the welcome intrusion, and yet not near long enough causing her to miss the feeling of the digit in her channel once he removed her just as quickly.

  "As I thought. The punishment pleases you. Keep your legs wide as I give you what you deserve."

  A smile came to her face, though he couldn't see it, as his hand came down on her ass again and again. Alternately he would move his finger in and out of her hot, swollen lips, giving her just enough of a taste to tease before he spanked her again, making her need more. She figured this the real reason in this game they played. Shock at her reaction, at the pleasure the pain wrought, took over, made her oblivious to anything other than her pussy, which now throbbed, ached with a deep need to be filled, stretched. She wanted to be fucked hard by this man just as much as she wanted more punishment. Who knew?

  "Enough. Go to the bedroom, and kneel on the bed with your head to the mattress, and your legs wide, ass high. Present yourself to me as I gather what I need."

  As she hurried into the room, more than ready to present herself as directed if it meant more touching, more spanking, Luke whispered the question, asking her to first point out where he'd find scarves before she got onto the bed.

  Practical matters aside, she quickly presented herself to him, anticipating his next move, beyond caring how anything looked and all about what came next for her pleasure.

  He moved around some behind her before he stopped. She knew he stared. Even this excited her. Only, a few moments later when his tongue moved between her open folds, over her opening, she nearly came. She took deep breaths, trying to hold back the scream for him to fuck her, though more spanking didn't sound bad at all. She wiggled instead.

  In answer to that, he brought his hard on her already overheated ass. She screamed out, the orgasm so close she feared she'd lost her mind.

  "For taking your punishment so well before, little one, I shall give you the release you crave. That is, before I dole out the punishment for this latest defiance."

  He got up on the bed, sat beside her, facing toward her ass, and snaked an arm under her between her legs. When he touched her swollen clit, she bit the comforter to hold back her second scream. As he rubbed the engorged nub in hard, fast circles, he spanked her as well. Between the circles of his thumb over her stimulated clit matching the rhythm of the cracks on her arse, she came in no time at all, harder and faster than she ever had before, leaving her panting, fighting for breath.

  He gave her no time to recover before he commanded, "Stand."

  Obeying, she moved to her feet, unsure her shaking legs would hold her.

  He took her hands and roughly lifted them to the high bedpost, using a scarf to tie her wrists above her head with her facing the post. He walked out of the room then, and her whole body continued to pulse, post orgasm. When he came back in, she resisted the urge to look. However, seconds later something harder than his hand hit her ass, sending the pain radiating through her body, causing her to cry out once more. She seemed to crave the pain and pleasure mix for whatever reason. Maybe she had always known this about herself, considering her fantasies when she masturbated and many of the romance books she chose to read. Still, having never actually been spanked before, she had wondered about her true reaction to the pain. This, her achieving so much pleasure from the act, wanting more even after already having experienced so much, she had not imagined.

  After five good hits with whatever he had, she stood there, legs together, her insides building again toward another orgasm already.

  "No safe word. Did you think you had this in you, Tallan, to love the pain? Permission to speak. Look at me first," he commanded, his voice getting rougher, more demanding.

  "No, sir. I fantasized about it often, in all honesty, read several books where this type of play occurred, but had no actual experience to know how I'd really react to the pain if it ever happened in real life. Guess I didn't think too much about it because I seriously never thought it would ever happen."

  "You want more, don't you, to see how far I can take you?"

  She nodded. "Yes, sir. Please, sir."

  "Very well. I will see how much more you can take, to a degree, and then if you have not said your safe word, I will stop. We don't want to go too far overboard on our first play night and end up harming you in some way."

  "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

  She took all he had to dish out, standing there, the pain and pleasure mixing into one, each hit taking her closer to pleasure.

  "I have to have that red ass," he said, giving her a jolt out of her orgasmic haze as he moved to untie her.

  He whisked the scarves away and moved her abruptly to the bed, pushing her face down on the messed up comforter. She heard the frantic cry of his zipper, then the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper. Mere seconds later, grasping her thighs roughly, he pulled her legs open, baring her to him, and pushed his hardness into her heated channel in one swift thrust.

  Her body relished the invasion, wanted more as he pounded into her. Each touch of his hard abs against her sore, bruised flesh pushed her further toward the edge. When she finally came again, the swift contractions overwhelmed her to the point of seeing stars.

  She dropped to the bed, panting when he pulled out.

  Luke moved to lie beside her, his breath still coming in pants, his still hard cock pressed up against her backside as he pulled her to him and snuggled her into his chest.

  "You are an amazing woman, Tallan. Perfect for me in everyway possible. I'm not going to know how to leave you," he said, his voice gravely, breaking at times over the words. She turned to him then, and he kissed her hard, pulled her into his embrace until she could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

>   "My turn?" she asked, not knowing how to respond to him just yet as to their future.

  "Yes, your turn. Where do you want me?"

  "Sure," Luke chuckled.

  ***

  While she didn't find being the top near as much fun as having him dominate her, she did enjoy just looking at the man, naked, tied face down on her bed, spread eagle, as she spanked him until her hand hurt before picking up the wooden spoon he'd used on her.

  As she untied him, she admitted, "I like being dominated more. I hope that is okay."

  "Perfectly okay," Luke smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I prefer the Dom role, myself, but I wanted to give you a chance to try it out. I would have done either if it was what you wanted."

  "What I want right now is for you to take me, hard. Fast. Don't hold back."

  As he rolled to his side, she climbed on the bed, on her back, opening her legs in invitation. He did as she asked, taking her to heights unknown, pleasures untold, as they came together.

  Chapter Six

  As Tallan walked from the shower to her room, a smile on her face she couldn't, wouldn't hide, all she had to do was rub her sore ass to make her grin bigger, her mind start working toward her next adventure with Luke. She wanted to seize the day, utilize as much as she could of whatever time they had left. She'd already convinced herself that once he left, that was when she would deal with the 'what next.' She wouldn't mar their time now by stressing over the future. Live in the here and now, she thought.

  "I really screwed up," Luke said as soon as she entered her bedroom.

  He sat, naked on the bed, quite the specimen of a man, something she may never get over, never want to stop thinking of if she couldn't see him. She took yet another mental picture, hoping to memorize every curve and sinewy, muscled limb. Maybe before he left for good she'd ask if she could take a real one. Her heart sank to see the tightness of his jaw line when her gaze made it up that high.