Taming Her Racy Ways [Racy Nights 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  They were definitely on fire now, but she didn’t want him to stop. She went limp in his arms, knowing if he picked her up and put her over his knee she’d have an orgasm while he carried through on his previous threat.

  He didn’t say a word when he finished, merely turned her to face him again and licked the inside of each wrist, then up to her elbows, and ended with soft kisses on her upper arms. When he placed them at her sides again, he kissed her tenderly on the mouth and then cupped her face in his hands. “Every time you disobey me, I add two swats to each cheek.”

  She nodded. It was all she could do. Her entire body was now trembling. If she’d known making love with him was going to be like this, she’d have initiated it years ago.

  The corners of his mouth turned up. “Although, I don’t think you’d mind it too much. Am I right, mi tesoro?”

  She swallowed hard. “You’re right. I love it. Rafe, I had no idea it would be like this.”

  His expression turned soft and tender. “Neither did I, Marisol. Forgive me for waiting so long.”

  “No, no. There’s no forgiveness necessary. We both did what we thought was right.”

  He knelt in front of her and asked her to spread her legs again, and then he sucked her clit, hard. When he pushed two long fingers into her pussy, her climax exploded in fireworks behind her closed eyelids and the sound of crashing cymbals filled her head. The contractions went on and on.

  Rafe’s mouth didn’t let up, and even when he released her, Marisol was barely aware of him standing up and removing his clothes. She wanted to touch him, but all she could do was pant and watch, trying to catch her breath. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Muscled, with a dusting of fine dark hair covering his chest, abdomen, and legs.

  His dick sprang out, long and thick, already slick with pre-cum. She’d never seen one so large, and the thought of that inside her pussy, her ass, and her mouth filled her with fresh arousal. She hoped like hell he had condoms with him because she didn’t have any in the house. Then again, she was on the pill. Should she say something?

  He dug in his jeans pocket, and let out a sound of exasperation. When he glanced at her, the most forlorn expression she’d ever seen graced his handsome face. “Marisol…I don’t know how to tell you this…”

  “I’m on the pill. And I’m not…I have no diseases. I’m sure of it.”

  “You’re on the pill?” He looked like she’d just slapped him.

  “Rafe, please. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve had sex with two men. That’s it. Two. They live in Racy and I dated them each for over six months. I’m not sleeping around. I wouldn’t do that.”

  His gaze softened. “I know.”

  “What?” She was obviously delirious and hearing things.

  “I said I know. I know everything you do.”

  “Oh, Rafe…” How long had he been waiting for this night? Was it possible he’d never gotten over her either? No. She had to stop that thought right now. All he’d meant was that this was a small town and everyone knew everything, that’s all. She was jumping to some mighty big conclusions here.

  He kissed her, rough and deep. Every concern she’d just had was gone as if it had never been there. The only thing that mattered was Rafe. She touched every inch of his body that she could reach, sighing at the way his muscles rippled under her fingertips, and moaning when his dick jumped in her hands.

  Before she had time to savor the sensation of his cock pressed between her palms, Rafe turned her around and bent her over slightly, grasping her around the waist. He teased the opening to her pussy with one hand while holding onto her left hip with the other. Marisol moaned and squirmed against him, and as she hoped he would, he made good on his previous promise.

  Nine burning smacks on each ass cheek sent her over the edge. She cried out at the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. When he finished, Rafe repositioned her body and plunged his dick into her waiting pussy from behind. There was a brief flash of burning pain, and then the most delicious warmth spread through her body as he thrust deep and hard. He filled her completely, each stroke grazing her G-spot until another climax was inevitable.

  Before she reached it, he pulled out and turned her around. Gazing into her eyes with raw lust and animal need, he lifted her left leg and slid into her pussy again. She was pinned against the wall, unable to move, forced to submit to his carefully timed thrusts. The man knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew how close she was to coming.

  He held onto her leg with one hand, and with the other he kneaded her breast, teasing the nipple into a taut peak. She thought he was going to let her come, but instead he pulled out and picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing.

  When he reached her sofa, Rafe bent her over the arm of it and fondled her breasts with deliberate strokes. Marisol bucked against his cock, rubbing it with her ass. She couldn’t take much more. Either he needed to let her come or she was going to get on her knees and beg. An image of her kneeling in front of Rafe, his dick pointed straight at her mouth, rose up in her mind, and she couldn’t bite back the giggle.

  “Are you laughing at me, amorcito?”

  “No…never.”

  “Then hold still like I told you to.”

  Marisol tried to, but she was so overcome with emotion and sensation that the laughter wouldn’t stop, and she trembled with the effort of staying still while he continued to tease her nipples and drive her insane with desire. When he let go of one breast to rub her clit, she moved her hips back and forth in an effort to bring on the climax.

  Rafe let go of her, sat down, and pointed toward his lap. “Come here, Marisol.”

  She stood up. “Rafe, please. I’m dying here. This is incredible. Please. I need you inside me.”

  “It’s incredible for me, too, Marisol. And I promise you that I will be inside you again, but I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again. Come here.”

  Marisol stood rooted to the spot for a second, but the anticipation of what delightful new experiences awaited her finally propelled her boots to move. Rafe draped her over his left thigh and pinned both her legs with his right one. “Give me your right arm.” She moved it behind her back, and he tucked it under his left arm so that she was trapped. Her ass was up in the air and she couldn’t move.

  Her breathing came in shallow gasps as he massaged her ass cheeks with his right hand. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he said quietly. “Holding you over my knee and spanking you then fucking you until neither of us can stand it.” He gave each cheek a light smack. “Have you dreamed of it, Marisol? Tell me the truth.”

  She hadn’t had many spanking fantasies, but all her other daydreams had starred Rafe. The images that had haunted her sleep were all of him. “Yes.” What would it hurt to stretch the truth a bit? It wasn’t really a lie. No man had even come close to measuring up against him.

  “I was hoping you had.” His voice was soft, almost reverent. “But that’s not going to get you out of your punishment. I hope you know that.” He struck each ass cheek harder this time, but he still hadn’t hit her as hard as he’d done earlier.

  “I know.”

  He struck each ass cheek three times, hard. Marisol moaned and whimpered as he then slid two fingers into her pussy from behind, fucking her slowly for a moment. He pulled out and struck her ass cheeks five times, then repeated the finger fucking. When he began to spank her again, she cried out and pleaded with him to fuck her, but he didn’t answer. She rocked her hips against his hard thigh, trying desperately to bring on the orgasm.

  The next set of strikes totaled nine on each cheek, and her ass was seriously stinging now, but her clit began to throb as well. This time when he slipped his fingers inside, the contractions started. Marisol screamed as the climax took over, taking away what was left of rational thought. She hoped Rafe would keep his fingers inside, but he didn’t. Instead he gave each cheek eleven swats, and now the pain was intense.
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br />   When he put his fingers inside her again, it only served to intensify the orgasm that showed no signs of stopping. Tears coursed down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure she could handle more spanking, but at the same time she wanted him to continue. She wanted to know just how many swats she could take, and she welcomed the competing sensations racing through her body.

  By the time he reached the end of thirteen smacks on each ass cheek, she knew she was done. He must have sensed it as well, because instead of putting his fingers inside her again, he helped her stand. Then he kissed her, rough and deep. She clung to him, shaking and crying, silently begging him to fuck her.

  Rafe laid her on her back and covered her body with his. His dick slid into her pussy and he fucked her slowly at first, then harder and deeper until the contractions still going on inside her pussy coalesced into one continuous insane climax that she thought would never end.

  When he finally came, it went on forever. He stroked her hair and her back, cradling her in his arms as though she were a child that needed comforting. He whispered endearments in Spanish and English, and told her over and over how beautiful she was.

  All her fantasies had finally come true, but the reality of making love to Rafe had far outweighed anything her dreams had produced. Nothing in her life would ever be the same again. Marisol drifted off to sleep in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

  Chapter Five

  Ellis would be the first to admit that his job as Racy building inspector didn’t keep him very busy on most days. Other than the new condo complex going up on the east end of town, most of his day-to-day activities consisted of checking on the progress of the few commercial remodeling jobs in town, and the even fewer residential ones.

  But the EF3 tornado that had struck downtown two nights before had damaged over half of the historic buildings on both Market Street and Main Street to the point of being uninhabitable, and that meant he’d be working overtime for six months to a year. And that was assuming that this emergency committee meeting on Sunday morning at his house would ever get beyond setting immediate goals for housing. Thirty Racy families couldn’t return to their homes, and another fifteen had such severe damage that Ellis had ordered their electric meters pulled.

  He twirled a pencil, one hand holding up his chin, while he listened to Mayor Bernie Crumb, the most obnoxious man on the planet, insist that Ellis and Maddox could not house forty-five families in their homes, even temporarily.

  “Ellis, for God’s sake you’re the building inspector. It’s too many people under one roof and you know it.”

  “This house has six bedrooms and eight full baths, and as you can see, the basement is also finished. If we can agree to hold our meetings here, why can’t a few extra people live here for a week or so?”

  “He could house an entire family down here alone,” said Chase Taylor, the zoning commissioner. Chase was already on his side, and if they really wanted to play hardball, in reality Bernie had no say-so on this issue. The ultimate decision was up to him and Chase.

  “Maddox’s house has ten bedrooms and fifteen full baths, and his basement is finished as well,” said Ellis. “What’s the problem, Bernie? We’re talking about a temporary situation here. Most of these people have family right here in Racy. Just give them a few days to make arrangements. We can suspend the zoning requirements for both homes long enough to give these people a chance to find someplace to live.”

  “And what about next week, or next month? You all are talking about restoring those buildings downtown to their original condition. Do you know how much time that’ll take?”

  “Yes, I do,” said Ellis. He’d already told them exactly how much time it would take, and had given them a breakdown of costs. “You have the figures in front of you.”

  He glanced quickly to his left because the sound of the stenotype had stopped temporarily. It was ridiculous that Bernie insisted their committee meetings be recorded in the same way as a trial would be, but today Ellis didn’t mind it. Marisol Santiago was much nicer to look at than Bernie’s secretary, Linda. Linda was out of town for a family funeral, so Marisol had been asked to record this meeting.

  As soon as his eyes met Marisol’s, she began to type again. She’d been watching him for an hour, and if she didn’t stop, he’d be unable to focus for much longer. She was seriously the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. He loved her curly, dark hair and her curvy body. Was she still dating Bill Turner? He’d have to ask around, although not because he intended to ask her out. He wasn’t quite ready for a relationship again.

  Bernie’s grating voice snapped him out of his reverie, and for once Ellis was glad. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about Faith, his ex-sub. “Ellis, we can rebuild Market and Main Streets for a fraction of the cost by simply making them look new—”

  “No.” Almost every man and woman sitting around the gleaming mahogany conference table joined Ellis’s protest in chorus. “Bernie, we can’t do that. The heart of this town is Market Street. Those buildings are all original, as are most of the buildings on Main Street that were damaged, including City Hall and the courthouse. None of them are under one hundred years old. The charm of walking down those streets is because of that. There’s more than enough money in the budget to do this, and you know it.”

  “Only because you and Maddox are contributing to the cost.”

  Ellis exchanged a glance with Maddox, his cousin, who merely looked bored. “So? Why is that a problem?” Ellis knew why it was a problem, but he wanted to hear Bernie say it out loud in front of the others. It was the same reason Bernie was making a fuss over Ellis and Maddox taking in the people whose homes had been destroyed, and it had nothing to do with private money or zoning laws that prohibited single family homes from housing so many people at once.

  Every person at this table knew it, too, but Ellis wanted to watch Bernie squirm for a moment or two. He wanted to watch his face grow red and his beady little eyes shift around the room, looking for support.

  “Well,” said Bernie, “because it is.” He finally took his seat again, looking a bit deflated. Ellis had hoped for more of a fight from him, but he wasn’t going to get it today. Pity. It would have been fun to listen to him rant and rave about the heathen activities going on inside Maddox’s house.

  Maybe he was holding back because Linda wasn’t around to silently show her support by setting her pale lips into a thin line and frowning in a disapproving manner when Bernie mentioned the BDSM club Maddox ran in his house? Or maybe he was simply exhausted and still shell-shocked, like most people in this town were.

  “And what about the courthouse and the city offices?” Bernie slammed both meaty fists on the table and several people flinched. “Are you and Maddox going to set up court in your houses, too? Will I have to go from here to there to run this city?”

  “Well now, Bernie, you know we can’t do that. For one thing, we live too far away from the attorney’s offices, and there’s no takeout nearby.”

  His comment earned more than one chuckle around the table. Ellis couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. When he glanced at Marisol, not only was there a big smile on her face, but the admiration in her dark eyes couldn’t be mistaken this time. How interesting. He held her gaze until she looked away first, clearly embarrassed that she’d been caught yet again staring at him. “But seriously, we do need to figure out where to house the courts and the city offices.”

  “None of the empty warehouses at the end of Maple Street were damaged,” said Chase. “And the heat and AC are in working order. It might take a week or so to build temporary walls inside one of them, but we could make the space work. It’s close enough to the offices that are still standing, and large enough for our needs.”

  “What about phone and data lines?” asked Gina Santori. Gina was head of IT for the city.

  “We can tap into them from the street,” said Ellis. “The same lines that feed Market and Main streets feed that area, and they’re all underg
round, which means the infrastructure should be sound. But just to make sure, I’ll check with my contacts at Notus.” Notus was the power company that owned and operated the miles of wind turbines north and west of the city.

  “So then, is that a motion you’re proposing?” asked Chase.

  “I guess it is.”

  “Seconded,” said Gina, typing away on her laptop.

  “All in favor?” asked Bernie, glaring at Ellis, Maddox, and Gina in turn.

  The motion was passed, and Ellis took advantage of the momentum to move that he and Maddox be allowed to use their homes as temporary housing for the families in Racy until they could each make other arrangements. It passed with only one “nay” vote from Bernie, who sulked like a spoiled child who hadn’t gotten his way for the remainder of the meeting.

  * * * *

  Marisol packed away her steno machine after the meeting, and then took out her cell to call Bonnie, who had promised to drive her home from Ellis’s house. Her car needed more repairs than she could afford right now, and she’d turned down Rafe’s offer to do them anyway and allow her to pay him back a little at a time. They’d almost gotten into an argument when Marisol said she refused to take charity from him.

  She now felt guilty over saying that because he’d looked so wounded afterwards, but she didn’t want him to think she was taking advantage of their having spent Friday night together. It had been difficult to put that night out of her mind during this meeting. Complicating that was the fact that she hadn’t been able to stop staring at Ellis.

  It wasn’t only his good looks, although that dark hair and those hazel eyes were incredible to look at. She’d certainly seen Ellis around town before, and had always thought him a very handsome man. It was the passion with which he’d asked to be allowed to house the people whose apartments had been destroyed that had captured her attention today. She’d never thought of him as a philanthropist. And she’d had no idea until today that he and Maddox were contributing to the rebuilding of downtown. It shed new light on a man she’d previously thought of as just another rich dude with a big house.