by Livia Grant
My heart beat so loudly, I was sure he had to hear it. “You’ve lost your mind.”
“If I have to force you over my lap, your ass will truly regret it. Now get over here and lay across my lap.”
Drumming up the nerve to pull up my dress and lay over his lap, I peeked up from the floor I was nervously staring at and made eye contact. With our eyes connected, I felt the thundering beat of my heart, the tingle between my legs, the anticipated desire rocking my body. With one powerful expression of his that I recognized and remembered, he gave me the courage to surrender to his discipline.
When I pulled up the fabric of my dress, I shuddered as the cool air touched the curve of my ass that the thong panties did very little to conceal.
“Lay over my lap,” he directed, his voice husky and sexy as fuck.
Suffocated by love at the familiar command, I did exactly as he asked without any hesitation. Placing myself over his lap, I twisted my head over my shoulder to see his face. The strong features, the firm manner, the sensitive eyes. The same expression I remembered washed over his face… strength, love, passion, and most of all—dominance.
He lowered my panties to my upper thighs without saying a word, quickly following with a swat to my bare behind.
The first spank to my butt jolted me. The familiar, yet foreign, sting quickly reminded me of why I actually used to try to avoid a real spanking. I enjoyed the thought of a spanking, the lead up to one, the sexual thrill I got all the way until… the actual stinging swats began.
The spanking continued as heat rippled over my body in waves, leaving me breathless. “Dean,” I whispered. “I—”
Further words were lost as he spanked every inch of my upturned ass completely. The sting made me want to beg for mercy, yet also left me wanting more—and harder. Moaning, gasping, whimpering, I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the moment… to Dean and his command and control of my body.
Yes, I thought as he swatted my behind relentlessly. This is what I needed. This is what I craved. Not just a spanking, but a spanking by Dean Casey. The slaps of his palm connecting to my punished backside blended with the other sounds of the room. We were not alone in beginning this evening, and the energy that had sparked already in the room only heightened the sensations sizzling through me. No, Dean was not using a whip like I could hear in the distance, but the intensity from just his palm on my damn near born again-virginal and unpracticed ass was enough to have me nearly crying out for mercy.
After what—to my sore ass—felt like hours, Dean finally paused a moment, rubbing his hand along my heated flesh. Dipping his finger down the crease of my butt, he pressed past my cheeks and rested his finger at the entrance of my tight rosebud, teasing me with the unknown of what was to come. Slight pressure was added, but not enough to break past and enter inside of me completely. Slowly, he lowered his finger to the silky folds of my exposed pussy, wet with desire. A deep moan rumbled in his chest and escaped as he thrust his finger into my hungry sex like he had done so many times before. I bucked against his hand, mewling in pleasure. Dizzy with the need for more, I did everything I could not to beg to be fucked right then and there.
His finger was soon followed by a second one as he pumped in and out of me, demanding my complete and utter surrender. Lying over his knee, recently spanked, I could do nothing more but allow the climax to build. And when he removed his slick finger and pressed it into my anus without warning, the surprising orgasm rocked my body at an intensity that had me screaming out. Submission exploded through my body like the same crack of a whip I had heard from the other side of the room. Moaning and grinding against his thighs, I pressed back against his hand, driving his finger deeper into my forbidden channel, his touch entrenched within me as I melted against his legs.
With one hand buried in the taboo, he placed the palm of his other hand on my still searing behind, continuing on with the spanking. One, two, three, I finally freed my mind and stopped counting as the discipline continued.
Submission washed over me by his biting swats.
“It’s been a long time, Dean,” I said softly. Turning my head to look at him, I added, “I’ve missed this.”
He nodded as his arm tightened around my writhing body to hold me in position. It seemed as if he never meant to let me go. Everything in my world felt right again. Comfort, security, love, and an intense sexual desire, racked my nerves. Lying over his hard-muscled thighs, all I could think was that I needed him buried within me. Screw this event and the rules and what we spun all together. I just wanted to fuck Dean Casey right then and there, and that need only grew as the spanking increased in intensity. So much so, that I honestly didn’t think I could take any more.
My body was completely out of practice! I used to be able to take far more than just a hand spanking, but not now.
“Ouch!” I wailed, not being able to hold my composure any longer. “Okay, you got your point across. You got what you wanted. I’m submissive again.”
I resisted against the hand that held me firmly in place. My teeth clenched as I attempted to twist and turn my way to freedom. He met each move with another searing swat.
Dean paused for a teasing minute and continued on with the fiery cadence on my reddening behind. “We start fresh here. Tonight. You are mine again. You will submit to me in all ways. You will trust, you will comply, you will surrender and forget everything that happened these past months. Tonight you will be my submissive, and I will be your Dom. Are we clear on this?”
The words warmed my soul, even though my punished behind was now a growing inferno.
“Yes,” I agreed, grabbing on to his ankles, squeezing with each spank. “I will submit as I always used to.” I gasped as his hand delivered another repetition of swats. “I want this. I want you,” I blurted, hoping to stop the spanking with the correct words he hopefully wanted to hear.
An electric connection seemed to arc between us as I surrendered under his heavy hand. My mind blanked and the sensations of my body took over. Submission surged through me as his hand peppered every spot of my defenseless bottom. I dissolved into him even more than I was, while closing my eyes and truly yielding to the delivered discipline.
My breath caught in my throat as I held back a cry of erotic yearning. I couldn’t focus, lost in a fog of bliss. Pleasure and pain wove themselves together, escalating until I cried out his name.
After the final swat, he cupped his hand over my sex, using it to adjust my body until I was tucked snuggly into his arms. Instinctively, I nuzzled my face against the warmth of his neck, and my body softened to almost blend with his. The feelings, the emotions… nothing could describe them.
I could only gasp for breath and whisper, “I need you. I need you now.”
Chapter 5
Dean slipped his hand around my waist and positioned me so I was straddling his body. Fingers laced, thighs rubbing against thighs, my breasts molded into his torso, the clothing between us begging to be ripped off.
“I’ve missed your kiss,” he said, his gaze dipping to my lips.
Reflexively, I slipped my tongue across my mouth, waiting for his to make contact. Slowly, we kissed, soft, romantic, and pure. Shivers of anticipation ran down my spine as I noticed the passion building as the hardness of his desire pressed against my exposed and needy pussy. The thickness put an ache between my legs as his slacks continuously pressed against my sex. I wanted him unconfined, nothing to get in the way of our connection.
He slid his hand to the moistness of my sex, driving my thirst for another orgasm to a whole new level. Nearly driven to the edge, wanting desperately to beg him for more, I placed my lips to his ear and purred, “Please, Dean. I need you.”
I guided my hands up under his shirt, releasing a long sigh when my fingertips ran along the mature muscles of his body. The time we had spent apart had been good to him. Very, very good.
While my fingers went to work releasing the buttons of his shirt, he nibbled on my ear, my neck, driving my need ev
en higher. In a hungered blur, I pulled off clothing that got in the way, followed by him doing the same.
Dean cupped my face and planted a slow, deep kiss on my lips. His mouth blazed a path from my lips back to the base of my neck. I allowed a sensual moan to escape my lips, hoping to encourage him to keep going.
Skimming my fingers down his rippled stomach, I tugged against the button of his pants, the last item of clothing that stood between our reunion. “Take these off,” I commanded. That display of topping from the bottom warranted a warning look that I remembered all too well. So well that my ass clenched with the knowledge of what that ominous look could lead to. I cleared my throat and corrected myself with, “Please take your pants off, Sir.”
Apparently satisfied with my quick correction, he lifted me off his lap, stood for a moment to tug down his pants, gazing over my naked body as I sat waiting as he did. “My God, Melinda. You’re more beautiful than I remember.”
The simple sight of his hard, thick erection brought on the beginning of an orgasm. The mere thought of him fucking me almost drove me over the edge. As if Dean were as hungry as I was, he picked me up and cradled me into his arms. Walking with me snuggled against his chest over to a leather-padded table a few feet away, I sizzled in anticipation. We’d had sex on that table more times than I could count. We were about to add to our number.
This was a dance we had not forgotten the steps to.
Gently laying me down on the table, I knew what was next before he even walked away to pull a condom from a nearby bowl. Spreading my legs wide, I positioned myself like I remembered he wanted. It wasn’t long before Dean returned with our discarded clothing in his hands and tore the wrapper of the condom with his teeth.
The same dance I remembered so well.
In one fluid movement, Dean dropped our clothes, placed a bottle of lubrication and some extra condoms at the foot of the table, covered his cock with the condom from between his teeth, and crawled on top of my waiting and ready body. I gasped at the sensation of his cock pressing against me.
Dean towered over me, placing his palms on the table. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look at me that way.”
I arched my body, attempting to make contact with his chest with my hardened nipples. “And how am I looking at you?” I questioned, looking even deeper into his eyes.
“Like you belong to me.” He lowered his face to mine, nipping at my lips. “You’re mine, Melinda. You will always be mine from now on,” he murmured against my mouth.
I didn’t want to overanalyze what his words meant.
I didn’t want to think and try to process what they could or could not mean.
I wanted this moment to be about my body—his body—and not our minds.
Dean’s gaze locked onto mine before he flipped me over onto my stomach. His hands rested on my hips as he compressed the full weight of his chest against my back. He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “I like seeing the pink on your ass.”
I moaned softly and lifted my bottom to press against the hardness of his cock. “I love feeling your hardness pressed against me.” My voice was almost a growl.
“You were so beautiful lying over my knee as I spanked you,” he whispered, while one hand traveled to the smoothness of my pussy. His fingertip pressed past the folds and dipped between my warmth.
“Oh,” I cried, as his finger gently prodded in and out of my wetness.
“I think you should sit on the spanking bench waiting for me more often so I can spank that perfect ass of yours,” he whispered into my ear. My arousal intensified as I ground against his hand, urging him on.
“Yes,” I moaned, my muscles tensing as I neared the edge. “Yes… I want that. I want you to spank me always.”
“Come for me, Melinda. I want to feel you come against my hand.”
That was all it took. His order. His command. His mastering of my body as well as my mind. Dean held my body tight against his as I climaxed, absorbing the passionate spasms of my release.
With one fluid motion, he rolled me over and drove his hardness past my heated sex still pulsating from the orgasm. My head flew back as I cried out. My fingers clutched desperately at his back. The sound of his own pleasured moan triggered a desire to hear his moans over and over again. I could think of nothing else but Dean rocking into me until my cries became a scream of ecstasy.
I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him deeper within. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours,” I gasped before bringing my lips to his.
Dean thrust his tongue past my lips as he drove in and out of my heat. I closed my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He groaned against my lips as I could tell his own climax began to escalate.
He eased back and thrust into me again, drawing a muffled scream of pleasure to escape past our kiss. I arched against him, tilting my hips up as he pressed deeper and harder.
When I screamed out his name, my muscles pulsating around him, it was all he needed to pump his release deep within his reclaimed submissive, but he pulled his cock out of me instead.
Reaching for the lubrication, he squeezed a large amount onto his fingers and brought them down to my anus. Coating my back entrance fully, he wrapped my legs around him and placed his dick to my tight hole. Closing my eyes in ecstasy, I dug my fingers deeper into his shoulders as he pressed beyond the tightness of my anus, entering me completely. The delicious sting from the stretch as I adjusted to his girth, was quickly replaced with an erotic pleasure that took hold of my breath and squeezed tightly. I had only ever given my ass to Dean. This was our special place for just him. And as he fucked me in the ass in long fluid pumps, I believed in my heart that he knew that fact. He was reclaiming what had always been his, and would always be.
He continued to place gentle kisses all over my neck and face, while his thick shaft probed deeper within, stretching me wider than I ever remembered. The contrast of soft and hard, pain and pleasure, managed to push me toward that familiar edge again. Sparks, electricity, pure animalistic need washed over me, drowning me in pleasure as we both rocked each other into completion.
Chapter 6
All my issues and hang-ups about our past seemed to slowly fade away.
Dean pulled me close. “I’m not letting you run out on me this time. I should never have allowed it to begin with.” He kissed my neck while he circled my body with his.
I snuggled up close. “I’m done running. From you. From who I am.”
A shout had me jerking back, my heart skipping a beat. Dean sat up, keeping me close as we watched a man who was obviously furious about something stomp across the club.
“It’s all right,” Dean said after we watched for a moment. “Security has it handled and it has nothing to do with you, with us.” Pressing his lips to the top of my head, he rubbed his arms up and down my back, making me feel safer and more secure than I had since leaving Black Light.
“So tell me why you decided to marry that fucker in the first place.”
I shook my head. “No, not now. Not tonight.”
“I want to talk for awhile, Melinda. I want to try to understand so I can make damn sure it never happens again. You gave up everything. Your business. Your social life. Your involvement here at Black Light. Me. Why?”
I took a deep breath. I wanted to tell Dean everything. I wanted to share and be open. But how could I speak of my past without sounding like a damn fool? How could I actually talk of what happened? He already knew enough.
“I can’t. It hurts. It hurts to remember. It hurts to relive. You were there, you should know. You saw me shut down and push you away. It’s because I didn’t know how to cope. I’m not sure I do now or ever will.”
He kissed the top of my head again. “I don’t think I truly do know, but I want to. I want to know the bad, the pain. I want to help you heal from the divorce because I clearly failed at helping you heal back when you needed me the most. I want to make your heart beat again comple
tely. Trust me enough to open up. Trust me, it’s all I ask. Maybe if I had been this fucking pushy back then, things would have ended differently.”
I closed my eyes and decided to jump off the edge of the cliff. I decided to jump and prayed to God that Dean would be at the bottom ready to catch me.
“As you know, I didn’t do well with Daddy’s death. He was my life. It was always just the two of us as I grew up so he was my everything. I couldn’t handle the thought of losing him, and the reality was so much worse than I had imagined,” I confessed.
“I should have checked on you more then. It was a dark time,” Dean said with a slow nod. “I remember you taking it really tough.”
“I didn’t want to face the fact that he was gone. The cancer was a constant battle. He had a daily struggle, a daily fight. He had been in so much pain in the end.” I took a deep breath. “Even though I knew he was out of his misery once he finally let go, I couldn’t help but selfishly want him back. I was a grown woman but desperately needed my daddy.”
My body began to shake. My stomach churned. I felt hot, and my heart tightened. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t talk about Daddy. I hadn’t, not since his death… not really. Mark really didn’t give a fuck about all that, and I actually liked that fact about him. It made it easier to push the feelings away. Keep them locked away so they couldn’t hurt me.
Dean kissed my forehead as he continued to hold me close.
“I worked while he was still alive, but suffering. That’s it. Day and night. And if I didn’t work, then I tried to be at Black Light as much as possible while he was sick and dying. It numbed the pain. I didn’t want friends, and I sure as hell didn’t want a boyfriend. Life was easier that way. No drama, no pain, nothing to worry over. I valued you as a dom and only that. It’s all I wanted at the time, and I appreciated that you didn’t try for anything more. You gave me what I wanted, and what I needed at the time.” I took a breath to steady my pounding heart. “I didn’t reach out to you, and I even avoided your calls when you first tried to connect with me after he died. But you reminded me of Daddy. You reminded me of the man I felt I had failed by not doing what he always pictured for me. He wanted to see me with kids and living in a big house married to a powerful politician. He had it all planned for me, and always was disappointed I had never followed that path.”
