“I guess we should,” she agreed.
Still holding each other, they rose to their feet, then stopped and stared out at the ocean.
“Pretty soon we’ll be looking at that every day,” he smiled.
“Together,” she added.
“Yes, together.”
“I do have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“Who is Carrera Baton?”
“You don’t know?”
“How would I know?” she frowned.
“Oh, of course, there’s no way you would. Um, prepare yourself.”
“Now what?”
“Carrera Baton is an anagram for Braxton Carter, without the x. It’s me, or rather, he’s me. I wrote One Autumn Day.”
“Holy crap. How can anyone be so talented? Things come to you so easily.”
He stared at her, then gripped her shoulders.
“I used to think that, but I don’t anymore. I had an epiphany this morning, when it seemed that I was losing you. I’ve always thought things came easily to me, but it wasn’t that at all. It was that I didn’t care,” he said solemnly. “When things didn’t work out it didn’t matter, but you, you were different, you are different. I’ve cared about you from the beginning, even more than I thought, and nothing about you has been easy. It took me weeks to get your attention, remember?”
“I do remember,” she nodded, “then you finally did at the juice bar.”
“Amanda, you know I keep my promises, right?”
“Yes, I know.”
“I promise you I will never take you for granted, and I will always treasure what we have.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Jeremy returned to the studio in Amanda’s car, and Braxton drove Amanda back to his house. Once safely home, Braxton made them some tea, then sitting in the living room, he called Candy Sparling while Amanda contacted Jack. After setting the wheels in motion, she curled up in Braxton’s lap.
“I’m exhausted,” she said softly.
“Of course you are, we both are. I think we should take a long nap.”
“Just the thought of a nap is putting me to sleep,” she yawned, “but I need to talk to you about One Autumn Day.”
“We can talk about that later.”
“Just quickly, please? I won’t be able to rest until I do.”
“Okay, but you know it’s the last thing on my mind.”
“It shouldn’t be. It’s a wonderful script, and I absolutely want Seaspray to produce it with you in the lead, and just so there’s no misunderstanding, I thought that when I read it. I was determined to buy off the actor attached so you could play that part, but there is one thing we have to fix.”
“Only one? That’s encouraging,” he grinned.
“The title.”
“Now you’re sounding like Amanda the studio executive.”
“Is that a bad thing? It is what I do.”
“No, of course not. I am extremely proud of you. Change the title to whatever you want, but no more talk about the script or anything else,” he said firmly, moving her off his lap. “We’re going to lie down.”
Taking her hand, he led her through the hallway and into the bedroom. Emotionally drained, they collapsed on the bed, and pulling a blanket over them, he held her softly as they sank into a much-needed sleep. When she was woken by the sound of running water, she had no idea for how long she’d been napping, and feeling Braxton’s arms around her, she smiled contentedly.
“Hey, little girl,” he purred, stroking her hair from her face.
“Daddy,” she whispered, happy to fall into the role. “Is it raining?”
“No. I’m running a bath for you. I’m going to wash you. Are you ready to get up?”
“I suppose,” she said with a long yawn.
Helping her off the bed, he tenderly removed her clothes and walked with her into the bathroom, and as he turned off the faucets, she stared into the tub with a frown.
“The water, there are no bubbles.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“I like bubbles,” she replied in her little-girl voice.
“Not everything in life can be exactly what we want,” he remarked, taking her hand and helping her into the warm water.
Picking up a face cloth, he rubbed in some soap, kneeled next to the tub, began washing her arms and back, then instructed her to pull her knees to her chest. She hesitated, but it was only for a moment, then closing her eyes, she did as he said. As he moved the cloth between the cleft of her buttocks, she felt wave of embarrassment, but it soon passed, and all she felt was a sense of warm fulfillment.
“Good girl, you can lower your legs now.”
His voice was as warm as the water, and with her eyes still closed, she stretched back out, feeling wonderfully calm. The cloth pressed between her legs, moving softly into her pussy, and moaning softly, she spread her legs.
“That feels nice,” she purred, then moaned again as his finger pressed inside her.
He dallied a short time before sliding the cloth across her stomach, then up to her breasts, rubbing them briskly before wringing out the cloth and placing it on the side of the tub.
“There, I think my girl is nice and clean now. Up you get.”
“Can I lie here for just a minute?” she asked, opening her eyes.
“Of course, if you want,” he smiled. “I’ll go and fix up the bed and put the kettle on in the kitchen, then I’ll come back for you.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
He kissed her lightly, then rising to his feet, he ambled back into the bedroom. As he folded the blanket and straightened out the bed, he heard her getting out of the tub. He paused, wondering if he should go and help her, but she didn’t call for him so he left her alone and headed into the kitchen. As he passed through the living room, he looked across at the city and saw daylight was fading. Soon it would be dark, and he had a notion about what he’d like to do for dinner, but it would depend on Amanda and her mood. Moving into the kitchen, he boiled the water for the French press, but after he had poured it into the carafe he became concerned. She was taking an inordinate amount of time. Deciding to check on her, he made his way back through the house, but when he entered the bedroom, his fears instantly evaporated. Lying on the bed in a black bra, a garter belt, and stockings, Amanda had her legs spread and her fingers against her clit.
“Isn’t this a lovely surprise,” he grinned, quickly peeling off his clothes. “What happened to my little girl?”
“I guess you gave her just enough of what she needed. Now I’m a woman who needs her man.”
Climbing onto the bed, he took her hand from between her legs and pulled it away.
“There are rules you need to learn, and one of them is no touching without permission. Didn’t I already tell you that? This pussy belongs to me now,” he said, moving his fingers into her hungry slit.
“What if you’re not here?”
“You wait,” he said firmly, continuing to softly tease her clit.
“Why does that turn me on so much?” she sighed, gazing into his brilliant green eyes.
“You want and need my control, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give you, whether you’re being a little girl or a woman,” he murmured, then lowering his lips to her nipples, he began to softly suck.
Closing her eyes, Amanda raised her chest to meet his mouth, and when his finger moved from her clit and pushed inside her, she let out a long, low uttering of pleasure.
“Is your bottom still tender?” he asked, lifting his head.
“A bit,” she breathed.
“I plan to keep it that way for a while.”
“Wh-why?” she stammered.
“Because you need me to,” he replied softly.
His finger slowed, but his thumb pressed against her clit, and as she wriggled against it, he responded by twirling and rubbing, eliciting cries of delight.
“I think your sweet pussy could use some discipline as well,�
� he murmured.
“What do you mean?” she bleated.
He didn’t speak, but began slapping her pussy as he vigorously fingered her.
The spicy sting was sweet torture, and she could feel her orgasm building. His hand persisted, landing its scintillating attention with a predictable rhythm, and suddenly lifting her pelvis, she let out a wail.
“Are you there, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing her neck as he continued to tantalize her sex.
“Yes, yes,” she panted.
“How close?”
“Very.”
“Roll over and get up on your knees.”
“Ooh, I don’t want you to stop,” she protested.
“Do as I say, turn over,” he insisted, pulling his hand away from her pussy.
“Please keep going.”
“I’m going to count to three,” he said sternly. “If you’re not on your hands and knees, my little girl is going to get her bottom spanked and then she’ll be made to stand in the corner.”
She stared at him for just a moment before quickly flipping herself over. Kneeling up behind her, he slipped his finger back inside her as he smoothed his other hand over her backside. Her skin was still blotchy from their time in his dungeon, and the memory of the flogger dancing over her bottom brought a smile to his lips.
“Just as you have moments when you feel like a little girl,” he murmured. “I have moments when I feel like your daddy. When you’re disobedient or naughty, I might punish you as your daddy or as your dominant, it will depend on my mood at the time. Right now I’m going to spank you as my submissive, but if you’d continued to resist I would have put you over my knee, spanked you hard, and put you in the corner like a bad little girl.”
“Ooh, Braxton, I’ll learn, I will.”
“I know,” he said, landing a solid smack.
She let out a series of squeals as his hand began to rise and fall, smacking from cheek to cheek, bringing a fresh pink blush to her skin, but as she wriggled and yelped, his fingers explored her warm moist channel and twirled around her clit. When he finally stopped spanking, she was breathless and her bottom was glowing like charcoal embers.
“Next time,” he asked, pulling his hand from her drenched womanhood, “will you do as I instruct?”
“Oh, my gosh,” she panted. “I won’t hesitate. Ooh, my bottom is burning, but I swear I could come any minute.”
“How would you feel if I were to leave you like this?”
“No, oh, please, no,” she begged, looking over her shoulder with pleading eyes.
“Just remember, there are many ways to punish a naughty girl.”
“I’ll be good,” she bleated. “I will, I swear.”
Leaning across her body, he retrieved a condom from his nightstand, and quickly slipping the sheath over his rigid cock, he pushed through her slick wetness, impaling her with a forceful thrust. She groaned in gratitude, and as he began to pump, gazing at her well-spanked bottom and luxuriating in the feel of her wonderfully enveloping pussy, he kept her on the edge, slowing down when he felt her nearing, then accelerating again.
“Would you like to come?” he finally purred, bending over her and whispering in her ear as he brought his hand underneath her to tweak a nipple.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she begged. “So much. I can’t stand it, please?”
Straightening up, he grasped her hips and began to pummel her pussy, and it was only a moment before she took in a sharp breath and threw back her head. As she let out a shrill cry and bucked back against him, he brought his thumb to her hidden back hole, pushing it forward. She squealed with surprise, but the climax had her in its clutches, and the surprise visitor only served to add fuel to her release. Watching her as the powerful orgasm shuddered through her body sent him over the edge. Clenching his teeth, he rode the delicious waves until the last of their spasms finally waned and his cock fell away. As she dropped onto her stomach, he fell next to her, immediately pulling her into his arms.
“I love you,” he panted. “I love you, Amanda Anderson.”
“I love you too, Braxton Carter, so much.”
They rested for a few minutes, then she shifted in his hold.
“You know what?” she said brightly. “We should celebrate.”
“I think that’s a great idea, and I know exactly where we should go.”
“You do? Where?”
“I’m going to keep a surprise,” he declared. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s dark though.”
“Let’s take a shower and get dressed,” he said. “Actually, I think I’ll shower by myself or…”
“Or we might not get out of here for dinner at all,” she laughed.
“You do have that effect on me,” he chuckled.
“I need some coffee. I’ll take a shower after you, just a quickie.”
“That works,” he grinned, and kissing her softly, he climbed from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
* * *
It was a short time later that Braxton was driving down Sunset Plaza Drive, and though Amanda playfully badgered him, he refused to tell her where they were headed. When he pulled up to the valet parking outside the restaurant where he’d taken her to dinner the week before, she broke into a smile, and she leaned across the center console and pecked him on the cheek.
“Yay! I love this place. Did you make the reservations when I was getting dressed?”
“Of course, and you’ll love it even more after dinner.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out,” he replied with a wicked smile.
The hostess led them to their table, and as they passed the lounge Amanda noticed there were many more guests than the last time they were there, but it was the weekend and a prime time of the evening. The dining room too was busy, but the service was still excellent, and they shared a delicious meal with a bottle of celebratory champagne. They were halfway through a chocolate mousse dessert when the sultry background music was interrupted by a man’s voice.
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen.”
“What’s happening?” Amanda asked, startled by the unexpected announcer.
“Ssh,” Braxton said, putting his finger to his lips.
“Those wishing to attend tonight’s demonstration should make their way to the theater room.”
“Take a last mouthful if you want it,” Braxton said with a smile. “You’re in for a treat.”
Looking around the room, Amanda noticed several couples were leaving their tables, and she stared back at Braxton, totally bewildered.
“What’s going on?”
“This is the surprise part of tonight,” he said as he rose to his feet.
“Why am I suddenly nervous?”
“I don’t know, but you don’t need to be. You’re with me.”
“This is true,” she nodded, “and you’re smiling so it can’t be too terrible.”
“It’s not, I promise,” he chuckled, reaching for her hand.
Helping her from her seat, he led her into the hallway, and they fell into step with other couples who were walking through double doors being held open by two ushers. It led to another wide passageway that was dimly lit, and Amanda clutched Braxton’s arm and leaned into him as she felt her pulse tick up. It was all very exciting and mysterious.
“This place is so much bigger than it appears from the front,” she commented. “Is this one of those live theater things? Are we going to be part of a murder investigation?”
“No,” he grinned. “You’ll see in a minute.”
Entering the last room at the end of the hallway, she found herself in a small theater with about forty seats and a three-foot-high riser. The height meant every audience member had an excellent view, and though Amanda headed to the front, Braxton guided her to the end of a row of seats at the back.
“Don’t we want to be closer to the stage?” she murmured.
“Trust me,” he quietly replied.
“You’ll want to ask a lot of questions, and it will be easier to do that if we’re sitting back here.”
“I’m totally intrigued,” she said, staring at him. “What is this?”
“Sit down and I’ll tell you,” he promised.
They settled into their chairs, and as the rest of the crowd milled around and took their seats, he turned to face her.
“Remember I said this is a private club?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“It’s no ordinary club. This is a BDSM club.”
“It is?”
“You’re about to see a bondage demonstration.”
“I am?”
Her eyes were wide, and as she stared at him in astonishment, she felt a huge explosion of butterflies.
“There are demonstrations here every weekend, and there’s also a playroom and two private boudoirs that can be reserved. It’s the playroom where you’ll get your first taste of being spanked in front of others.”
“Oh, my gosh!”
“A rehearsal for The Pleasure Chest,” he murmured in her ear.
“Braxton,” she whispered. “I’m speechless!”
“Apparently not, but you need to be. Watch,” he said as the audience lights dimmed and a spotlight cast its glow onto the riser.
A woman dressed in a flesh-colored bodysuit walked into the middle of the stage, then stopped, lowered her head, and put her hands behind her back. A moment later a man dressed in a black turtleneck and slacks, carrying lengths of rope, stepped forward, and Amanda was surprised when everyone began to clap.
“He’s a famous Kinbaku master,” Braxton whispered. “His name is Anton.”
“What’s Kinbaku?”
“A bondage technique. Something I’ll be practicing on you.”
She shivered at the thought, a warm shiver that carried itself down her spine and into her sex, and clutching Braxton’s arm tightly, she listened attentively as Anton began to speak. He introduced himself, described the particular rope work he’d be demonstrating, then started lacing the woman’s body with his white cotton cord. Amanda was completely mesmerized, and studying her, Braxton could feel her energy. She was fascinated, and every few minutes she would squeeze his arm. When Anton had finished, his submissive’s body was bound within a tapestry. The master had made it look easy, but Braxton was fully aware that like most things, it was far more difficult than it appeared. It required a skill set, the most important of which was sensitivity. The dominant had to block out the world, almost becoming one with the submissive as he spun his web.
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