by Mardi Ballou
He shrugged. “If you want to wait in the bar, suit yourself. I’m not sure how long I’ll be.”
He strode off. Gwyn went to the bar and got a diet soda. She drank a second and was contemplating a third when Dominic finally sat down opposite her with a glass of red wine.
“All finished with your business?” she asked, hoping to sound nonchalant.
“Is that what you waited here to talk about?” He took a sip of his wine.
“No, of course not,” she said. She clenched her fists in her lap to keep from drumming her fingers on the table.
“Well, what is it?” He put down his wine glass and looked her deep in the eyes.
Now or never time, she told herself. She took a deep breath and plunged ahead. “Just this. I want to come with you.”
He drew his brows together. “What’s changed in the last few hours?”
She exhaled. “That’s complicated to answer.”
“I’m not leaving ‘til morning.”
Gwyn winced. “To make a very long story short, I realize that I didn’t trust myself enough to go with you. But I do now.”
Dominic sat stock still, looking at her intently. Surely he had to see the clear resolve in her face. Gwyn was sure she knew the moment he began to believe her, because his eyes went from the color of storm clouds to soft gray velvet. Then he smiled, stood up, and held out his arms for her. She rose to him and stepped into his warm embrace. Locked in his arms, Gwyn could feel the beating of Dominic’s heart, hammering in time with hers. “Gwyn,” he said at last, “are you really positive?”
She drew back for just a moment. “Yes,” she said. “I was positive before. But I was too scared to pay attention.”
“Now you’re not so scared?”
“I’m not,” she said. “Maybe a little, but I’m not going to pay attention to the part of me that’s scared.”
He looked at her with great tenderness. “Gwyn, you’ve got to learn to pay attention to all the parts—including the ones that are scared.”
“That’s hard to do.”
He rubbed his hands down her back. “I know. But I’ll be with you, if you want. We’ll be together to look at your scared parts. And mine.”
“You don’t have any,” she said.
“You’d be surprised,” he answered. Then he took a deep breath. “Let’s get practical. Do you want me to send a truck or van to the cottage to pick up your things?”
“No,” she said. “Everything can wait. It’ll get done. But not today.”
“I like the way you think,” he said, nodding.
“Think?” she echoed. She thought with her clit, which right now was throbbing for him. Hand in hand, they flew to Dominic’s cabin. Once inside, he took her in his arms and kissed her, a deep thrusting with his tongue that left her gasping.
When her breath had returned, she asked, “So who are we going to make love as this time?”
Dominic furrowed his brow. “How about those great lovers, Gwyn Verde and Dominic Laredo?”
“Have I heard of them?” she asked.
“If you haven’t before, you’re going to now,” he growled.
“Get out of those clothes,” she growled right back.
“Yes, ma’am,” he saluted. “You have to do the same.”
She got totally naked, but he didn’t. When he’d stripped down to his white silk boxers, she put her hands under the waistband and started to take them off him. “Those stay a bit longer,” he said. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against him, sure he’d strip down in no time. “Not so fast,” he said. “You want to have your way with me, but first things first.”
She took a step back from him. “What do you mean?” she asked, both fearing and dying of curiosity.
Dominic looked at her sternly. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Gwyn.”
“Well, yeah. And so?”
“Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“They get big Hollywood contracts?”
He considered. “Extremely possible. But first they must be punished.”
A delicious frisson shimmied up and down her spine. “Punished?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
He scowled. “You know I’m from England. We have a tradition in our schools of treating miscreants in a specific way. We spank them.”
“Spank them?” she asked, her voice cracking. “You’re going to spank me?”
“You’d better believe it.” He sat down at the edge of his bed and signaled her to lie down across his long legs.
She positioned her belly right over his erection and applied appropriate friction. She felt his legs and balls tighten. Good.
He began to caress her butt. If this was his idea of a spanking… Suddenly he whacked her right cheek. Not very hard. She stifled a moan. She didn’t want him to know yet how good that felt. After all, it was supposed to be a punishment.
Next he spanked the left cheek, a little harder. She felt a gentle sting, but also a whole lot of blood circulating to that spot in her anatomy. She pressed herself more firmly against his erection. He was one delicious man. “Oh, big master Dominic, you’re punishing me so hard. I promise I’ll be good. On second thought,” she said when a third smack landed, “maybe I’m better off being really bad.”
He started to laugh so hard that he couldn’t land another spank. Gwyn ground her mound into him. If she maneuvered just right, she could probably get his cock in her…
He gave up with the spanking. “You’re an impossible minx,” he declared.
“Lose the boxers,” she said, lying on his bed and opening her legs so he got a full view.
“Oh, Gwyn,” he said, now naked, wriggling on top of her. “I couldn’t stand it when I thought I’d lost you.”
“Shh,” she said, “we’ll talk later.”
“Right.” He kissed her and they both entwined arms and legs, rolling around the bed. Both in too much of a rush for much more foreplay, they separated only long enough for her to stroke a condom onto his shaft. He lay down on his back and pulled her down on top of him. She sank down on his erection, surrounding him with her heat. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Gwyn,” he said. “Oh, Gwyn.”
She lay down on him, moving as slowly as she could, letting his cock come into contact with her smooth slick surfaces. She was so wet, she was afraid he’d slide out from under her. She clenched her thighs around him so he’d stay just where she wanted him.
She raised her hips, bringing her core almost to the tip of his penis. He put his hands on her lightly smarting ass and pulled her closer. She pushed tight against him and he thrust up into her, getting higher than ever before.
She rotated her hips, and he supported her with his hands. Oh, yes. Right there. She bit her lips to delay her release, with little effect. She was climbing up that mountain into the stratosphere, and nothing on God’s green earth or in the heavens or the seas was going to stop her. She flew off the mountain and floated among the stars in deepest outer space. From somewhere far away she heard herself call his name. He was right there with her, orbiting the Earth, Jupiter, and Mars.
Replete, they lay in each other’s arms. “Thank you, Dominic,” she said.
“For what?”
“For giving me a second chance,” she said, the moment too important for banter.
“I guess I won’t make you walk the plank,” he said.
He didn’t.
At dawn, after a night filled with loving, they both lay entwined in deepest intimacy as the Bound for Pleasure weighed anchor and sailed away.
The End
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For Pete’s Sake, May 2004
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