The Reluctant Au Pair

by Melinda Barron

  “My being a control freak, which is the proper term, is why I’m so good at the job you hired me for. I got things done for you, didn’t I? I got things sorted out, and I stood up to Mrs. Thaxton, thereby exposing her for what she really was, a blackmailer.”

  She wanted to smack the smile off his face. “Yes, your personality comes in handy sometimes. But right now, you need to let go, and leave me in charge.”

  “I’m not the submissive woman you want.”

  “Try it. You might like it.” His soft voice sent shivers down her spine. “Relax and allow yourself to enjoy something new, something fun.”

  “Something new? I hate to break it to you, but I’m not a virgin.”

  “I should hope not. And that’s not what I meant. Allow yourself to experience just a tiny bit of submission. If you don’t enjoy it, we’ll stop.”

  There was a huge part of her that wanted to tell him to go to hell. It would be a cold day in that dark place before she allowed herself to be dominated. On the other hand, there was a huge part of her that was fascinated by the idea. She wasn’t sure what to do.

  And, whatever decision she made, she wasn’t sure she could open her mouth and say what needed to be said. She gazed up at him, his body shadowed by the moonlight.

  “Michelle?”

  She opened her mouth to speak, and then clamped it shut again before trying one more time to form words. She failed, and finally, she nodded, clutching her hands together in front of her.

  “Turn around and face the car.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I told you to.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Something you’ll enjoy. Remember what I said, though. If you don’t, I’ll stop.”

  “Does this involved spanking?”

  “Turn around.” His voice was deep and commanding and Michelle didn’t argue this time. She turned toward the front hood of the car, trying, and failing, to keep her breathing calm and even.

  “Now, you are not allowed to speak unless you’re saying yes or no. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very good.” He moved until he was standing right behind her. The heat from his body seemed to soak right into her, and she swallowed hard. “I want you to answer me truthfully when I ask you questions. I will know when you are lying, and you know how I handle liars.”

  “Yes.” He lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the belt. When he put his hands in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, she thought about protesting, and then shook her head at her own stupidity. He’d already seen her ass when he’d spanked her. She just needed to relax and go with the flow.

  She was obviously enjoying it, because her blood felt as if it might hit boiling point at any moment.

  He pulled her panties to her knees, and then lightly slapped her behind. “Spread your legs.” When she’d done it, she expected him to reach between her legs and touch her, touch the center of her being that was now soaking wet. The cool breezes blew across her body and she thought she would go crazy with need.

  “Alliot. Touch me.” A sharp slap to her behind made her shriek.

  “What did I say? Yes or no only. You concentrate on answering questions when they are asked, and I’ll concentrate on the beautiful sight before me. Do you understand?’

  “Yes.” Her mind screamed that it wasn’t fair. She should be allowed to talk, too. She should be allowed to say what she wanted, to express what she felt. But her body responded differently. His commands made her nipples tighten inside her bra, and it made her pussy clinch in need.

  After a few minutes of silence, he stroked the spot he’d slapped. “Much better. That’s a good girl.” Then he stepped way from her. “Stay in place.”

  As the silence lingered she had to bite back questions. She wanted to know what was happening. She’d read books, and knew how the Dom/sub relationship worked. The sub, whether male or female, didn’t just say “yes,” they said, “yes, Sir.” Why wasn’t he making her say that? And why wasn’t he touching her, damn it! Her body was going crazy, and standing still was becoming harder by the minute.

  To try and distract herself she looked out over the vineyards, their beauty highlighted by the moonlight. She wondered about the number of vines, and the different types of wine produced here. She’d never asked him anything about that. She’d only been interested in what he’d hired her to do.

  Maybe now, after he’d allowed her to talk again, she’d ask those questions. Maybe tomorrow he could take her and Alex on a tour. Thinking these thoughts didn’t help her to relax, though. Other thoughts kept breaking in. Or her under him as he stroked her. Her on her knees, his hard cock in her mouth. The two of them lying on the hood of the car, him firmly planted inside her. She needed to be touched. Now.

  Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, she groaned and moved her hips. “Alliot, please.”

  “Do I need to take off my belt?” He sounded almost bored, as if the thought didn’t excite him at all. She wanted to turn and look, lower her gaze to his crotch and see whether or not that was true; whether or not there was a bulge in his pants. Instead, she stood still, and answered his question.

  “No.” She shivered at the memory of the belt.

  “What did I say?”

  “Yes or no.”

  “If you heard my instructions, you shouldn’t have said my name. Correct?”

  “Yes.” She swallowed hard.

  “Hum. I’ll have to ponder the fact that you can’t follow orders very well.”

  “That’s not true. I’m good at…” Too late she realized what she was doing. She clamped her mouth shut, then turned her gaze to his.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bad girl.”

  “You’re just trying to get me in trouble. You want an excuse to spank me.”

  “Or maybe you want an excuse for me to spank you. Have you thought about that?”

  “No.” He had moved right up behind her again, and she wanted to lean back into his body, feel his strength and his hardness pressed against her. Him staring at her as she stood, in the position he’d put her in, was one of the most erotic things she’d ever done. Her body was on fire, and she needed him, now.

  She wanted to say something, but she was afraid if she did, then it would delay any touching more. But then again, if she did say something, he might spank her, and that would be touching. She wondered what that would feel like, to be spanked when she was so highly aroused. Well, there was only one way to find out.

  “Okay, I’ve thought about it. Your answer is no. I’m not trying to give you an excuse to spank me, I just want you to touch me.”

  The slap on her ass wasn’t had. It stung just enough to make her jump.

  “There.”

  “That’s not the touching I had I mind.” She tried to keep her voice even. She was sure he could fear the excitement tumbling forth.

  Two more slaps, one to each cheek. “Well then, that’s touching. Was that what you had in mind?”

  “Not quite.”

  He bent her over the car and started to spank her in earnest, his hand coming down harder and harder as he struck. Michelle groaned, wondering how it was that she was enjoying this so much, enjoying the sting, loving the feel of his hand striking her buttocks.

  He gave her several hard, sharp slaps to the right cheek, and then dipped his hands between her legs, cupping her mons and jiggling the flesh.

  “So wet. You are a naughty little girl.” The arousal in his voice made her shiver, and when he pushed his fingers into her fold, his thumb sliding into her channel, she pushed back into him. He used his free hand to slap her ass.

  “Stay still.”

  “But…” He slapped her ass again when she moved.

  “I said, stay still.” He leaned over so his lips were next to her ear. “I bet you race toward orgasm, don’t you? It’s so much sweeter, the feels so much more intense, when you stop, and start. Take it right to the edge, and then pul
l back. I’ll teach you that.”

  His fingers moved around her fold, and found her clit he started to rub, very gently, moving the hard nub around until she thought she would die of pleasure. Then, suddenly, just when she thought she might spill over the edge, he stopped.

  His thumb was still inside her, but he’d stopped the stimulation of her clit. She wiggled her hips in frustration and he stood, moved his hand away from her and resumed the spanking. When he did, the spanking seemed to center in her pussy. It seemed to gather each strike and send it straight to her nub, which continued to throb.

  The feelings were intense, and they were incredible, like nothing Michelle had ever felt before. He varied the swats, moving around to different areas of her buttocks and striking hard, and then soft. She knew he’d given her at least fifty swats on each side, maybe more. Her behind burned with an intensity she’d never felt before, and she loved it.

  When she finally thought she could stand no more, he slipped his thumb back inside her. His fingers teased her nub, taking her right to the edge and pulling back several times until she cried out in frustration.

  “I think you’re ready for me now.” His voice seemed to float around her, the warmth of it seeping into her body.

  “More than ready.”

  “Do you want me, Michelle? Are you absolutely positive.”

  “Yes, Alliot.”

  “Then stand up and turn toward me.” His eyes blazed with desire as he gazed at her, and she smiled at him when he caressed her cheek, and kissed her again.

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I did, too. But I’m unwilling to take you over the hood of a car like an overeager teen-ager. There’s a gazebo not far from here, where the workers take their lunches in the afternoon. The table is stone, but at least you can lie down.”

  “I sort of like the idea of being taken over the car, from behind.”

  His laugh was deep. “Maybe, but I don’t. Not the first time. I would prefer to take you in a bed, but at least at the table we can be face to face, and I can watch your expression as I slip inside you.”

  Michelle stumbled a bit when he took her hand and started to walk. “Alliot. Let me take my panties off.”

  “No. Leave them on.”

  “Around my knees? How can I walk?”

  “Very carefully. And it’s not that far.”

  “Talk about me being a control freak,” she whispered as she hobbled behind him. Still, it felt nasty, and was more than a little titillating to walk behind him like this. Maybe he was right and she needed to let go, needed to let him take total charge of their sex life, or what she hoped would be their sex life, and not just a one-night thing. No, definitely not a one-night thing. He’d told her to let him take control, and if it were one night, then he wouldn’t have said that.

  They followed a narrow path, him holding her hand and her hobbling behind him. When she thought about the picture they painted, it made her laugh.

  He stopped in front of a gathering of stone tables, and then turned to her.

  “You can take them off now.”

  “Gee, thanks. Glad to have your permission.”

  The twinkle in his eye made her stomach roil. “Insolence will get you spanked. Again.”

  “Sorry.” She laughed as she said the word, then bit back a retort about her “just getting used to taking orders from another control freak.”

  He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I can see we’re going to have a long road ahead, where you learn to give up control and behave. It should be fun.” He slapped her behind then moved away and started taking off his clothes.

  Michelle stared at him, her heart beating wildly. His body was beautiful, not overly buff, but toned and tanned. When he started to undo his pants he stopped abruptly and turned to her.

  “Come here, Michelle.” She stopped inches from him, and he crooked his finger to bring her closer. She stopped in front of him.

  “Undo my button. Just the button.”

  Her fingers trembled as they worked, finally working the hard plastic through the material. For a long minute, they just stood there, lightly touching. Her fingers caressed the skin above his waistband, and when he gently touched her shoulder and whispered, “zipper,” she thought she would die on the spot. She wanted to scream at him that he was taking it too slowly, that her body wanted him. Now.

  The sound of the metal coming down the teeth of the zipper sounded sharp and heavy in the quiet night, broken only by both of their own exciting breathing. Her hand skimmed over his hardness and she inhaled sharply.

  “Alliot, please.”

  “Soon. Remember who’s in charge.”

  She nodded and put her forehead on his chest.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” he said softly. “Do you take birth control?”

  “Yes. But not for the reasons of birth control. It’s for other female reasons. Tonight will be the first time they’ve been put to use for their actual purpose.”

  His laugh was soft. “I can go into town and get some condoms tomorrow, if you like. Or we can trust each other. I promise you I’m clean.”

  “So am I.” She lifted her gaze to him and he kissed her, moving his lips gently around hers.

  “Good. Now, take off that dress, and lie down. It’s time, don’t you think?”

  “I thought it was time an hour ago.” He kissed her again, and then she pushed his pants down, sliding her fingers into the boxer shorts and taking them with the other material.

  “I like that,” he said as she gently caressed the erection that sprung out of its prison.

  “Me, too.” She took off her dress and climbed onto the table, feeling naughty and sexy at the same time. The stone was cold against her back, and against her buttocks that still burned a little from the spanking she’d just received.

  He was on her in seconds, his lips teasing her breasts, sucking and nibbling them gently. When he finally slipped inside her she thought she would die of pleasure. He fit perfectly, sliding back and forth slowly, and then picking up speed as she wrapped her legs around him.

  It didn’t take long for her to climax, the teasing he’d given her, along with the spanking, made her release harder than anything she’d ever felt before. While she was still whirling from the feelings, he slowed his strokes, moving inside her at a pace that she thought would drive her crazy. When she’d finally come back down to Earth, though, he moved faster, his hardness hitting her in places that made her body tingle. When she tightened around him as a second orgasm hit, she felt him stiffen and release inside her. She kissed his shoulder, and then his neck as he closed his eyes in release and rode out the feelings.

  “Too fast,” he said softly, opening his eyes to look at her. “I am like an overeager teen-ager. Even without the car.”

  “Are you kidding me? That was fast?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tomorrow will be slower.”

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  He maneuvered them so they were lying on their sides, their legs entangled.

  “Tell me,” she said. “What have I gotten myself into? Are you really a Dom?”

  His laughter was deep. “I’m not a whips and chains kind of man, if that’s what you’re worried about. I suppose that means I’m not a Dominant in the true sense of the word. But I do like to be in charge, and have my lovers follow my instructions. It makes for much more intense lovemaking.”

  “Does it? Following orders makes things intense? Seems so clinical.”

  “Was what we just did clinical?” He caressed her shoulder, lightly trailing his fingers down her arm.

  “No.”

  “I’m glad to hear you think that. And, you will remember, that I like to spank. A lot.”

  “Define a lot.”

  “As often as I like. For pleasure, or for punishment. It’s my choice, and the situation is mine to control. No matter what the situation is.”

  “Hum, I don’t thi
nk I like the idea of being spanked all the time.”

  “Yes, you do. Your reactions were those of a woman who loved being spanked. Trust me.”

  *****

  In the kitchen the next morning, Michelle looked at the world in a whole new way. Mrs. Thaxton was gone, as was her husband. Michelle had never met him, but she was sure he was in on whatever his wife was doing.

  The morning seemed brighter now that she and Alliot were lovers. When they’d gone to pick up Alex last night, with her driving, she knew Bea could tell what had just happened. Her friend winked at her, and when they got in the car, Alliot had smiled.