BY THE HOUR, ATLANTA, Book 1

by LaBrecque, Jennifer

  “So fresh and sweet,” he murmured, his breath warm against her shoulder, his five o’clock shadow scraping deliciously against her skin. “Bend over.”

  She leaned forward from the waist, watching them in the mirror. Her naked in her heels, her breasts hanging as she leaned over while he stood behind her, fully dressed, his hard-on tenting the front of his trousers. Arden was on fire. She didn’t know if she’d ever been so turned on in her life.

  He cupped her from behind, his fingers inside her cunt while he pressed his thumb against her anus. Yes! Instinctively she threw her head and shoulders back and pressed herself harder into his hand and against his thumb.

  Greg chuckled as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. The squelch of her wet pussy was loud in the room’s silence. Arden squirmed onto his fingers and his thumb, needing more.

  “Yes. You like the way Daddy plays with his pet. You’ll like all of our games.” He withdrew his hand, and she nearly whimpered. “Give me the hand towel.”

  Her legs were unsteady as she plucked the thick hand towel from the linens and passed it to him. He wiped her glistening juices off of his hand and fingers and handed the towel back to her. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned and removed his shirt while she stood there, her body humming, ready. “Hang my shirt in the closet so it doesn’t get wrinkled.”

  She was back, closing the bathroom door behind her, with a few minutes. Arden was so aroused it was as if every movement she made was precise, as if she was etching it in stone. He held out his hand to her, and she put her hand in his. Silently he escorted her to the tub. She stepped out of her heels and into the fragrant water.

  The warm water lapped at her slick wetness between her thighs, but it was a different kind of wet, a different viscosity. Her pussy was sticky sweet with the honey he’d culled from her with his words, his actions, his commands.

  Greg sat on the side of the tub and picked up the large sea sponge. Dipping it in the water he then squeezed it over her shoulder, releasing a flow of warm water over her bare, sensitized skin. It sluiced over her shoulder to her arm, her back, her chest. Delicious.

  He leisurely rubbed her shoulders and her neck with the sponge. Then he plied the slightly rough nubby surface over her nipples. He was meticulous and so tender and loving as he gentled the sponge over her feet, her ankles, her calves, her inner thighs. He was almost too gentle as he brushed it between her thighs. He chuckled at her indrawn breath. “Patience. All in good time, my little pet. All in good time. Out of the tub now and onto the mat.”

  He offered her his arm to steady her as she stepped out. He blotted her dry, taking care with every inch of her. She felt pampered, spoiled, aroused, and frightened at what her spanking was going to feel like.

  “It’s time, my pet, for your punishment.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Put on your shoes and fetch the paddle.” She slid her feet into her pumps and took a step when he stopped her.

  “Fetch means all fours.”

  She got on her hands and knees and covered the short distance to the counter, the tile hard and cold against her hands and knees. She reached up and grasped the paddle with one hand and awkwardly crawled back. She presented it to him. “Stand.” She stood.

  “Kiss the paddle and thank me for disciplining you.”

  Her heart was pounding so loud she could hear the blood rushing in her head and she felt light-headed. She kissed the dark wood with the holes drilled into the center. “Thank you, sir, for disciplining me.”

  He nodded and kissed her on the mouth, his lips warm and firm. He angled her, and she knew it was so he could watch in the bathroom mirror. She also knew this was going to be much more intense. There was no lying across his lap.

  “Now, pet, bend over.” She bent over, her breasts dangling in front of her, the cool air kissing her exposed pussy. “Wrap your arms around your knees.” She did. Her breasts cradled against her thighs while her ass and cunt were fully exposed. She trembled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He smoothed his palm over her buttocks, his skin warm against hers. “You will take what I give you, as much as I give you and as hard as I give it to you. Do you understand?”

  She thought she might hyperventilate. “Yes, sir. There is the safe word, isn’t there, sir? Stem?” No safe word, no paddling.

  “Yes.” A brief frown, and he continued. “You will not beg for more. You will not beg me to stop.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He left her there, bent in half, and walked over to the tub. He dipped the sponge in the bathwater, returned to her, and then squeezed it over her exposed buttocks. The warm water sluiced over her butt-cheeks, her puckered anus and her pussy in an erotic tickle.

  She was essentially upside down, but she saw his lower body tense and both felt and heard the rush of air seconds before the stinging bite of the wood against her.

  Owww. Her body reflexively jerked, and she knew why he had her wrap her arms around her knees. Another one and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  Finally it was over. She wasn’t sure if she could have taken any more. She didn’t think she could have. She knew she would have. She was glad that now she didn’t have to make that decision. And while it hurt and burned, it was also very arousing and she was dripping wet.

  “Come here,” he said and wrapped his arms around her. He turned her to face the tub. “Look. Look in the mirror.”

  She looked over her shoulder to their reflection. Her buttocks were bright red and whelped.

  “You impressed me, my beautiful pet, at how well you followed my instructions.” He reached between her thighs and swirled his fingers in her copious juice.

  Once upon a time she would have been embarrassed by how much the paddling had turned her on, now she simply accepted it and reveled in it. She had impressed herself. She desperately needed some relief, some release from the tension gripping her. She now knew enough, however, not to ask. He would tell her what came next.

  “Go get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” He rubbed his hand over her throbbing swollen ass. “My beauty.”

  She climbed up on the mattress and waited on her hands and knees. The cool air-conditioning felt good on her recently-spanked bottom and her wet cunt. Her breasts dangled and swayed slightly. She felt both vulnerable and powerful. He walked around the bed, eyeing her from every angle.

  “Drop to your elbows.” She lowered herself, her elbows sinking into the plush mattress and linens, her pussy further exposed, her butt-cheeks spread open. Her nipples brushed against the soft sheets.

  “Ah, yes, that’s a good girl. Beautiful. Your cunt’s nearly as swollen and throbbing as those plump cheeks of yours. I’m going to put this little toy on you. Stay still while I attach it.” She forced herself not to squirm. A little silver egg rested against her vagina, and he strapped it in place. Her curiosity and excitement was greater than her fear of the unknown.

  “That should be just right.” He straightened. He pushed a button. “Voilà.”

  A steady vibration hummed against her vulva and clitoris. She gasped with the pleasure of it. Greg tangled the fingers of one hand in her hair and spoke softly, tenderly to her. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

  “Oh,” another gasp. It felt so good talking was a challenge. All she could focus on was the vibration against her pussy and clit, and the relentless throbbing of her buttocks. “Yes, very much so.”

  He turned the device off and walked out of the room. Every fiber of her cried out silently for him to turn it back on. She fisted her hands in the sheets. She needed more. She was so concerned with when he’d turn the egg back on to vibrate that she was totally caught off-guard when the paddle landed on her already swollen backside. A totally involuntary howl ripped from her throat. Tears flooded her eyes at the unexpected pain.

  “Always address me as sir. These are hard lessons you’re learning.” He gentled his hand over her red swollen ass, and she flinched. It hurt. He traced the edge of the paddle al
ong her crack, between her butt-cheeks, over her puckered hole down to her wet vagina. He dipped the paddle’s edge into her cunt, angling it behind the egg. “Do you want some more?”

  What she wanted was to prove to him she could take whatever he wanted to give her. “No, sir. But if it pleases you, sir, then it pleases me.”

  “You do please me, pet. You do.” He pressed the button, and the egg vibrated against her. Oh, God, it felt so good, the vibration against her swollen labia, her throbbing hot ass cheeks. Greg increased the speed so that it was more intense and her entire body began to shake. She wasn’t sure if her legs could continue to support her weight.

  He turned it off.

  He stood before her at the side of the bed and cupped her jaw in his hand. His erection was apparent beneath his pants. He tilted her head up to look at him, smoothing his thumb over her jaw-line almost absently. “Would my pet like to ask my permission for something? Is there something I can do that would make you happy?”

  She shook…trembled…needed.

  “Please. The vibration…can I come…I need…sir, please, sir. Please…may I please come?”

  He gentled his thumb against her lower lip. “You asked so sweetly, and you’ve taken your discipline so nicely, how can Daddy say no? When she behaves, he rewards his pet. This is what you want?” He turned it back on, and she gasped.

  “Oh, yes, Daddy. Yes, please, sir. Sir, please. Thank you, Daddy.”

  She was all but begging. She needed some relief desperately. Greg, the bath, the spanking, and now this. It was as if all that mattered and all sensation was focused between her thighs.

  He stopped. She was nearly in tears the need for relief was so intense.

  “You want it, but I think you can want it more.” He circled to the other side of the bed. He casually slid a finger into her dripping cunt behind the egg, and she cried out. “This little pussy is hungry but not hungry enough yet.” He strolled back around the bed, turning the device on but the vibration was low. “Tell me how much you want it.”

  “Please, sir. Oh, please. My pussy is so hungry. I want it. I need for you to make me come, to let me come. I need the orgasm that only you can give me. My pussy is aching. Please, please, sir, make me come.”

  Standing in front of her, he caught and captured her nipples between his fingers. He tugged. Harder and harder while the egg vibrated. Oh, God, she hadn’t thought she could want it more, need it more, but he was right. She did. She was nearly incoherent. She realized tears were seeping down her face.

  Greg pinched and tugged and rolled her nipples, and the pain combined with the vibration against her pussy and her clit. He released one nipple long enough to turn up the vibration. “Come for me. Show Daddy how good it feels.”

  Arden began to scream as the orgasm moved through her, relentless as it crashed against her, in her. He tugged harder, and she came longer, faster, harder. She bucked, convulsed, out of control.

  “That’s right, baby,” Greg said, his voice sounding distant. “Come, come, come. Feel it, feel it, feel it.”

  It was the longest, most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Finally, it finished. She finished.

  Greg turned off the vibrator, wrapped his arms around her, and lay down on the bed. He unstrapped the egg and cuddled her.

  Spent and sated, she lay against him, cradled in his arms. He brushed his hand over her hair and along her arm. “Rest, Arden. You were fantastic.”

  All during her day, there were always a couple of different thoughts running. She could focus, but she could never totally tune out the “background noise.” But with the spanking, the excitement, the fear, the incredible heightened sexual awareness, it had all distilled to just that. There was no noise, no distant hum. There was only stimulation, need, and finally satiation. It was the most intense, the most alive she had ever felt.

  She sighed and snuggled closer. “Thank you, sir.”

  He stroked her. “That’s right, my beautiful pet, you rest. I’ve got you.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  “Sir…” Arden stirred against Greg, finally coming back to center. He had made her feel so good, but he was still hard, fully erect. His cock was jutting against her hip.

  “Yes, pet?”

  “Can I do anything for you?” She knew he got pleasure from their interaction but he hadn’t had any release.

  “Yes. I’ll let it go, but next time, don’t ask. I’ll tell you.” He stood by the bed and finished undressing. “Hang up my clothes.”

  He had a great lean body. He obviously put in time at the gym, and she suspected he was a runner. He had a runner’s legs. Was he ever going to actually put that long, lean cock of his inside her? Not that she was complaining. The sex had been outrageously good. She stood for a moment, steadying herself. She felt weak and spent, yet totally invigorated.

  She crossed the room to the closet space and hung his slacks and his undershirt as well. What the hell? She even put his boxers on a hanger. He said to hang them, and it hadn’t escaped her notice that he was kind of OCD.

  Arden returned to the bed. Greg was lying half-propped up on two pillows bunched against the headboard. Apparently she wasn’t going to jerk him off from behind while he watched this time.

  She waited, her hands folded in front of her.

  He smiled his satisfaction. “You really are special. I’m so pleased with you.”

  She glowed and another knot of sexual energy formed inside her. “Thank you, sir.”

  “Straddle my chest facing my feet.”

  Arden was beginning to understand all of this and him. He wanted to see his paddling handiwork. That’s why he wanted her ass in his face. He also probably wanted to toy with her pussy while she got him off. It all suited her just fine. She wanted him to admire her whelps and her vagina.

  She climbed up on the bed and straddled him as he’d instructed. She waited. He’d tell her what he wanted her to do next.

  “Bend over,” he said. “Stretch out your legs out and lay down. I want your cunt juices to leak onto my chest. Lick my cock while I play with you.”

  She positioned herself on top of him. She dragged her tongue along his cock while he explored her open pussy with his fingers. A bead of cum gathered at the head of his dick, and she caught the top of his penis in her mouth and sucked. A stinging slap landed on her ass. She jerked, tears stinging her eyes. She was already so sore and tender. “Lick it. Don’t suck it. Follow directions. Don’t disappoint me again.”

  “Yes, sir.” She licked his cock from the base to the tip.

  Greg inserted a finger, homed in on her g-spot, and began to stroke. “That’s it, pet. You lick, and I stroke.”

  Unbearable tension gripped her. “May I come again, sir?”

  “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? This little pussy is quite greedy.”

  “Yes, sir. It is.”

  “You lick like a good girl, and I’ll let you know. Are you willing to take what I give you?”

  Everything he’d given her had been mind-numbingly good. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but she would try. “Yes, sir.”

  “Your dripping wet again. Get back up on your knees.” She got up on her knees…wet…exposed. “Suck my cock.”

  His sleek cock felt so good in her mouth. She licked and sucked, enjoying his taste, his scent. Greg played in her wetness, the sound of her juices squelching in the quiet of the room. He smeared it over the area between her slit and her anus. Then he juiced up her anus.

  “That’s my pretty little rosebud. So tight and puckered.” Once again, as he had before, he teased the tip of his finger around her tight rim and inside just the slightest. Dear God, it did feel good. Nevertheless, she tensed.

  “Take what I give you,” he said, his voice stern as he probed a little deeper.

  It felt different from anything she’d experienced but good. Really good. She slid his cock out of her mouth long enough to speak. “Yes, sir. I will take everything you
give me.”

  He thumbed her anus while he rubbed her clitoris with his finger. “Take it all pet.”

  She sucked on his cock, loving the length of him in her mouth and his taste. He massaged her anus and clitoris. The combination was incredible. She sucked harder, wanting, needing his release to complete her own. She needed to please him. She sucked harder, faster, and he thumbed and fingered her harder and faster.

  She went beyond thinking, to just being, feeling, experiencing. Everything was in the moment. In his cock in her mouth, his taste, the stroke of his finger and thumb, the feel of his skin against hers. Pleasure…all pleasure…nearly unbearable…exquisite. His body shuddered and shook, and she tasted him, and it sent her over the edge of her own orgasm. She sucked harder, greedy for more of his hot jism as she squirted against his hand. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto him.

  “You’re exceeding my expectations.” His breathing was as labored as hers. “You may very well be the best pet I’ve ever owned.”

  A glow, in addition to her satisfaction, filled her. She pleased him. Her last exhausted thought as she lay there with his cock next to her cheek, his taste still in her mouth, and his fingers smearing her swollen ass with her juice was utter contentment.

  * * *

  Georgina’s nerves were frayed, and it was all she could do to keep a pleasant smile on her face with the guests. Of course, it wasn’t their fault she was so out of sorts.

  Congratulations to Kennedy for that. She’d tried going for a walk, reading a book, watching TV, going grocery shopping, taking a warm bubble bath, and none of it had dispelled the memory of his kiss, the feel of being in his arms, and his final words when he walked out of her apartment. Damn the man to hell. He was driving her crazy. And George and Anne added to the make her nuts mix.