Taking Care Of Leah

by Charlotte Howard

  Leah giggled and edged backward. Once she was free of his shadow, she scrambled up and attempted to power walk away from him—running wasn’t going to be possible in heels. The giggle turned to adrenaline-induced laughter as he chased after her.

  She skipped and hopped her way across the playground, heading back for the cool air of the hall. Ty caught up with her just as he rested his hand on the door handle. Palms against the cold glass, he used his weight to prevent her from opening it.

  “T-shirt please,” he growled, his green eyes darkening with desire and intent. “Am I going to have to punish you?”

  The question caught her off guard. Her breathing hitched as she contemplated the answer.

  Ty laughed. “Don’t look so scared.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, planting his hand on her backside and scooping her close to him. Placing his mouth on hers, he parted her lips and slipped his tongue over her teeth. There was nothing violent about his kiss, which comforted her more than words of reassurance could.

  His fingers drifted lower until he was almost teasing her on top of her jeans. He pulled away. “Although,” he mused, “that is something I’d like to try with you.”

  “Punishing me?” she exclaimed, her voice turning into a slight squeal.

  “You might like it.”

  “I’m not convinced.”

  “You didn’t think you’d like being tied up either.”

  Leah screwed her mouth to one side. He had a point. “Maybe,” she said, lifting her hands and pressing her palms against his naked chest. “I still prefer you without a T-shirt on.” She raked her nails down to his waist. His grip on her ass tightened and she felt her knickers dampen.

  “My shoulders are burning.” His voice was low and full of a threat to make good on his promise.

  “Well, let’s get you inside then.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Leah led him through to the office, still clutching his T-shirt. She waited by the door as he put everything away and washed his hands. He turned around, beckoning her toward him.

  “Come here.” It was an order, not a suggestion. Leah dropped his top to the floor and took a hesitant step forward. He grabbed hold of her hips, forcing her into him. Twisting them both, she faced the wall and braced her hands on the desk. She gasped as he took her hair and brushed it to the side, kissing the naked skin of her neck. His hand slid down her back until his palm was against the curve of her backside. He withdrew and let it fall in a gentle slap.

  “You need to trust me, Leah,” he said, as he smoothed a hand over her ass

  “I do.”

  He smacked her again.

  She heard it more than felt it, but the sound had the desired effect. Her already damp knickers were now a sodden mess. He smacked her once more, slightly harder this time, and shifted forward so that she could feel his erection despite the layers of clothing that separated them.

  “Still not sure?” he whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath drifting over her sensitive skin. She shuddered and parted her lips, an invitation he took. Gripping her chin, he pulled her back and kissed her fully, fucking her with his tongue.

  Her arms began to wobble, and he must have noticed because he slipped an arm around her waist, holding her up. His firm dick pressed into her buttocks as he continued to assault her with his mouth.

  “Don’t forget your safe word,” he said as he let her go. “Detention,” he reminded her, and she closed her eyes as he reached around to undo the button and zip of her jeans. He tugged them over her hips and thighs, stopping as he reached her knees and placed a lingering kiss on her ass. She lifted her feet obediently, allowing him to remove the trousers. Next it was her top’s turn. She stood, still with her back to him, and stretched her arms to the ceiling.

  “Bend over,” he said, and she did, flattening her chest against the desk. She tilted her head to one side and saw the keyboard, inches from her nose. Trepidation prickled at her skin. His hand was on her bum again, smoothing the flesh he was about to abuse. “Fuck,” he exhaled, sliding his fingers between her thighs. “If you’re that wet already…” He smeared her juices around her knickers before letting her go.

  “It’s your fault,” she countered, trying to be defiant.

  “If you’d given me my top back when I asked for it…” His hand landed squarely on her rump with such force that she felt herself move forward. It stung a little, but in an odd way it felt really good. He ran his hand over the sore area. “Okay?” he asked, and she nodded. “Do you agree that it’s actually your fault?”

  “No,” she said with a smile, earning herself another smack. Her body tensed, her nipples turned into rock, and her grip tightened on the table.

  Ty dropped to his knees, tearing her knickers off. He held on to her backside, parting her cheeks and breathing over her soaked pussy. Her whole body trembled, desperate to feel his tongue delve between her folds. He spanked her again, this time lapping up the juice that leaked from her.

  “Shit,” she breathed, reveling in the feel of his fingers digging into her hips as he held her still. His tongue swept from her clit to perineum, darting in for a quick taste. There was no doubt that she was going to be left with red fingerprints on her thighs and ass. He continued to eat at her, gentle licks followed by hard sucks, leaving her feeling as though she were the only woman on earth. Nobody else existed. Just them.

  “So whose fault is it?” he asked, pulling away, disappointed that she had not quite reached her climax.

  “Yours,” she spat angrily. “For being so damn sexy.”

  Smack.

  His mouth was on her neck. He twisted her hair into one hand and gave it a tug. “I love seeing you like this,” he admitted, rubbing her bottom. “But if you want me to stop I will.”

  The blood that pumped in her ears was deafening. She shook her head and smirked. “Fuck you,” she said.

  “Oh, really,” he said, a smile evident in his tone. He let her go, and for a brief moment she thought he was going to strip out of his jeans and fuck her. But instead he moved around the front of the desk and pulled open the top drawer. Her eyes widened as she spied the implement he intended to use next.

  “What’s your safe word?” he asked.

  “Detention,” she said, and swallowed the lump that built in her throat.

  “Do you want to use it? Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head. No, she really didn’t.

  He ran the wooden ruler over her ass giving it a gentle tap where her backside curved to meet her thighs. “Do you want me to use this?” he asked.

  Leah nodded.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes!” She’d barely finished saying the word when the ruler connected with her backside. “Fuck…”

  “Do you want to admit whose fault it is yet?”

  “No.”

  * * * *

  Her bum glowed red with handprints and stripes. Ty bent down and kissed along the colors. “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “They won’t bruise. I love your arse far too much to mark it.” Standing up to admire his work, he laid the ruler across her lower back. “Stay still,” he whispered. His dick was stiff to being painful, pushing up against the rigid fabric of his jeans. He needed to get out of them. He stripped quickly and dumped them with the rest of their clothes.

  Moving back into position, he stepped a little too close. Pre-cum oozed out of his tip as he brushed against the crack of her backside. He picked up the ruler.

  “Shit, Leah,” he exhaled, unable to take his eyes off her. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Her back, naked apart from the strap of her bra, was flawless, begging to be licked and stroked.

  “Do it,” she said. The command took him by surprise. “Spank me.”

  “I don’t think it’s punishment you need,” he said, putting the ruler by the keyboard. He hadn’t expected her to be so compliant. Still standing behind her, he reached forward and unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent
tits, which he felt should never be confined. “It’s educating.” He kissed the dimples of her lower back, reaching between her thighs and caressing her wet, swollen pussy. With his other hand he shoved his boxer shorts over his hips and gripped his cock, almost ready to explode. He held the root of his shaft with a firm grasp, easing away the desperate need to fuck her until he came.

  Thrusting a finger into her, he circled against her walls, delighting as she clenched around his hand, wriggling her hips. He added another finger and began to give himself slow and steady strokes, finding a rhythm that suited them both. The pad of his thumb pressed against her anus as he drove into her. All the time, he gazed at her backside, her pussy, and watched himself sliding into her.

  Jeez… He could have come just watching himself fuck her with his fingers.

  She let out a groan, bracing herself on the desk, resting on her elbows. She tilted her head to the side and he could see her biting her bottom lip, eyes closed as she relaxed and gave in to the pleasure he was inducing.

  She was so warm and sweet, and the musky scent of her sex surrounded him. He wanted to go down on her again. The taste of her still saturated his tongue, sparking memories of being inside her.

  Removing his fingers, he held her lips apart and guided his cock to her. Just the tip of him inserted, he positioned his hands so that one palm rested on her backside while the other pressed on her back, his thumb over her puckered asshole, shining in the light, smeared with her juices.

  He bucked his hips and slid into her, causing a gasp to escape from her throat. Ty held her hips still as she fought to grind against him. He swatted her backside and hissed, straining to keep from blowing his load so quickly. She wriggled again, and he responded by moving the tip of his thumb to circle her asshole.

  She stopped moving—and so did he. Had he pushed her too far? Concern pricked at his conscience. Her cheeks were still warm from the spanking. He could see her muscles begin to tense with uncertainty. He could feel her thighs begin to clamp. Ty shifted, withdrawing from her a little before sliding back to his balls-deep position. It was a slow but precise movement and she relaxed, allowing him to do it again.

  The thrusts became firmer. Leah leaned forward, opening herself to him. He planted a palm on her backside, digging his fingers into her tender flesh, pulling out and slamming into her. His balls tightened and lifted as his orgasm built.

  “Do it,” she said. He wasn’t sure what she meant. Peering over, he could see her eyes squeezed shut while she bit her bottom lip. “I want you to,” she said. Then he realized. He pushed on with his thumb. She was so well lubricated he slid in with ease.

  Leah panted, catching her breath as she tried to relax for him, as she tried to appease him. He reminded himself that she had a safe word and was able to use it at any point. Apprehension tugged at him. His cock twitched in anticipation, swelling inside her, in complete contrast to the thoughts in his head.

  Her back arched as he pushed his cock a little deeper, keeping his thumb in place as he began to pump her pussy. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long like this. It was so hot being inside her—he’d never felt so out of control before.

  “Shit. I’m going to come,” he said, unsure whether his voice was audible above the sound of his own pulse as it raced.

  “Fuck me,” she cried, throwing her head back. He laid both hands on her hips and did as she asked, driving forward with a force he hadn’t been aware he was capable of. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Ty reached over and took a handful as he slammed into her, deep and hard. Leah let out a yell, her walls tightening around his cock, milking his orgasm as he exploded inside her, filling her completely.

  “Crap,” he breathed, close to collapse. He let her go, staying inside her and leaning forward so his hands were by hers. He kissed her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. “What you do to me, Miss Beauchamp,” he said, feeling as if he’d admitted his darkest secret. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her neck. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, turning her head until her mouth was on his. “Never better.”

  * * * *

  Sliding into the car seat, Leah was surprised with how little her backside hurt. She had been sure that sitting down was going to be at least uncomfortable.

  “Do I need to apologize?” Ty asked, getting into the driver’s seat and twisting the key in the ignition. “I didn’t realize exactly how inexperienced you are.”

  Leah raised an eyebrow. “I’m not inexperienced,” she argued. “It’s just that after Kyle… He wasn’t exactly a doting boyfriend. His need for control, it was different to yours.” She let out a sigh and laid a hand on his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “You’re into things that I’ve never tried before. I can’t say I won’t like it because I don’t know. In the past maybe, but with you…” She laughed. “It sounds like such a cliché. I want to try new things with you.”

  Ty’s shoulders dropped. A smile tweaked at the corners of his lips. “But if you don’t, then you have to tell me.”

  She rubbed his arm, giving his biceps a small squeeze. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll promise to use the safe word whenever I feel even the remotest bit unsure, if you’ll promise to just keep it consensual.”

  He twisted with such severity her hand was left in the air where his arm had once been.

  “That’s not something that even needs to be discussed,” he said firmly.

  “I didn’t mean—”

  “I would never hurt you. I would never do anything you didn’t want me to. And if you ever feel like I’ve gone too far, then you damn well better use that safe word.” His eyes darkened, the muscle of his jaw ticked.

  “Okay, I’m sorry, I—”

  “What the hell did that prick do to you?” The anger in his voice permeated the air.

  “It was a bad relationship.” Her tone rose, battling with his. “I told you. He… He liked to be in control. That’s all.”

  Ty cupped her face with his palm, the pad of his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Please tell me that’s not how you feel here.”

  “No.” She shook her head, resting against his hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just wanted you to know that…” She took a breath that filled her lungs. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to be anything other than yourself with me. I get the feeling that you’re holding back.”

  “I was. I am. But it’s different with you.”

  “Why?”

  Ty closed his eyes in a long, slow blink. He smiled. “Past relationships have always been with women who I knew were into kinky shit. What I did with them was never questioned. There wasn’t a friendship to ruin. I don’t want to risk ruining you.”

  “You ruin me every time you touch me.” Her voice trembled. “I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but… Crap, I’m more or less moving in with you!”

  He pulled her close, engulfing her with a kiss so passionate she thought she might melt into him. His tongue moved over hers, claiming her. His finger tangled with the sun-kissed strands of hair that fell over her face. “Yes,” he smiled. “You are.”

  Ty turned back to face the school, shifting the car into gear and steering out of the car park. He only left her to close the gates, but as soon as he got back in, his hand was on her thighs, their fingers looped around each other’s, letting go only when he needed to change gear.

  Leah sank back into the seat and kept her eyes on him, watching as he took her back to his home. To their home.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The front door was wide open. Loud music billowed out onto the streets. Ty pinched the bridge of his nose as he spied one of the neighbors twitching at the curtains. The sun hadn’t even set and Jerry had started the party—a party he wasn’t sure he wanted as it was.

  He gripped Leah’s hand and led her upstairs. They were both in desperate need of a shower. He’d hoped that they would have a few more hours, or days, before Jerry invited half of his be
er-guzzling, women-ogling friends over. But no such luck.

  Lance stumbled out of Jerry’s bedroom, almost falling into Ty and nudging Leah as he made his way back downstairs. Ty tensed his jaw, grinding his back teeth together.

  “Get changed,” he said, kissing her. “I’m going to go and lay some ground rules.”

  She held on to his hand and gazed up at him with all the innocence of a lovestruck teenager.

  “I’ll be back in a minute,” he assured her, releasing himself from her grip and marching with purpose to find Jerry and Lance.

  They were in the front room. The shelves were bare, stripped of their ornaments. The record player had been pushed right into the corner and the sofa rearranged to protect it. A battered CD player sat on the coffee table, blasting out migraine-inducing beats. Ty hit the off button, pulled the plug and took the machine out of the room.

  “What the fuck, dude?” Jerry called behind him, grabbing at his arms. “Tunes, man! Tunes!”

  “You can have your party, but you’re not upsetting the neighbors with that pile of shit. And you’re not drinking in this room either.”

  “Whoa, someone’s getting old before their time,” Lance joked. “Your new bird not doing the trick? Perhaps she needs to loosen up.” Ty almost expected them to jump in the air and chest bump.

  “Fuck you,” Ty snarled. “If you so much as breathe near Leah, I will rip off every single one of your limbs.”

  “Yeah, don’t mess with the teacher.” Jerry nudged his friend in the ribs with his elbow. “Anyways, I’ve got a hot mess coming for us to play with.”

  Ty knew who he meant. “Rainie is a friend. Play nice or I will make sure your brother knows exactly why you’re homeless. Got it?”

  “Fuck’s sake,” Jerry grumbled. “You need to get a drink in you.” He traipsed into the kitchen with Lance in his shadow. Ty followed. He watched as Jerry opened a cupboard and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring some into two short tumblers and thrusting one into Lance’s hand.