Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3)

by Megan Michaels

  When she didn’t immediately move, he raised both eyebrows waggling the implement in front of her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and hobbled by her pants, trying to keep them on her thighs, she waddled to the kitchen, washing it clean, and obediently handing it to him.

  “Good girl.” He placed it in front of the dish, reaching out to pull up her panties first, followed by her dress pants, buttoning them while she stood, embarrassed and humiliated at being treated like a little girl. Taking a deep breath, Maddox said, “Let me handle my mother when she gets back. It’ll be okay. I know how to deal with her.” He kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. A hug that made all the worries flee, her concerns and fears tossed aside and replaced with contentment.

  ***

  Once David had Pam standing in a cove of trees near the house, hidden from view he put his hands on his hips. “Your backside must not be sore enough today. Is that the problem we’re having up there at the house?”

  He started searching for small whippy branches on the ground and twigs within arm’s reach from the trees.

  Looking up from his task, he saw her wringing her hands. “N-no. It still hurts. It’s just…I wanted to point out that he never used to want a wedding like this. And I’m not sure it’ll work in October.”

  He found one that seemed to be a perfect size and still green enough to bend easily; he sliced it through the air; Pamela’s back stiffened at the sound. “Drop your pants and panties just enough for me to give you a few licks of this switch.”

  She looked over her shoulder, seeing the house in the distance, but knew they were far enough in the cove to be safely hidden.

  “Now.” He lowered his voice, putting a warning edge to it.

  Pam turned around, apparently trying to keep her privacy from the zero chance of onlookers. She pulled down the back of her pants, baring her bottom, which has some pink marks from the night before. “This is ridiculous. I’m still sore, so don’t hit too hard.”

  “Do you bark out orders to me?”

  “N-no, I’m just letting you know that I can’t handle too much at this point.” She shifted her weight on her feet. Her plump ass jiggled and clenched in anticipation.

  “Guess you should have thought about that before you opened your mouth again. Bend over. I’ll keep you nice and sore if that’s what it takes, my dear.”

  He swung his arm wide, snapping the branch on her buttocks, and to her credit, she stayed in the spot, but dancing on her toes, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. “Hands on your knees.”

  He lashed the underside of her bottom that had her moaning, rising up on the balls of her feet.

  “That’s enough. Pull your pants back up.” David tossed the branch, walking up to her, rubbing her bottom through her clothing. “Do you think you’ll behave now, bad girl.”

  “Yes. That goddamn thing hurt.” She scowled at him, quickly turning it into a smile. “I like when you call me ‘good girl’ or ‘bad girl.’”

  “Don’t start misbehaving to make me use it, or it’ll stop fast.” He pulled away. “Let’s get back to the house. Mind your manners.” He gave her a hard, crisp slap to move on her way.

  She danced on her toes. “Ouch. Shit.” Her eyes widening, apparently worried she may incur more switching.

  “Watch it.”

  “I’m telling you, Maddox; you didn’t see it. Your father slid his finger all along the silver buckle of his belt; his eyes were narrowed too. Your mother swallowed so loud; I heard it. I swear I did. She did an about turn and said that whatever I thought was best for the cake would be good enough for her. It’s fucking weird. Your father spanks her; I’m one hundred percent convinced now.”

  Maddox rubbed his forefinger along his mustache, obviously thinking. “Well, it was a form of communication with my sisters and me as kids. So in that regard it makes sense. If my father spanked her, I would know. I mean…I would’ve heard if he disciplined her over the years. Right?”

  “Well, I’d think so too. Do you think that maybe they just started? It could be that he didn’t do that when you guys were home…they probably tried to hide it. So he would do the belt thing with you as a boy?

  “Oh, yes. It worked wonderfully too. Just as it works for you, little girl.” He winked at her, her heart fluttering.

  “He does other things that are similar to what you do with me. You know how you glare at me or make little statements?”

  Maddox had nodded silently.

  “He’ll say, ‘Do you want to rephrase that, Pamela?’ or ‘Maybe we should just go to the hotel for an early evening or a nap.’”

  “God, I really have no wanting to know this—delving into the realm of dominance and submission with my parents.” He buried his head in his hands, shaking it. “I have zero interest.”

  “I know; I’m sure. But he keeps her in line pretty well with the nonverbal.”

  “Again, I’m familiar with it—not only as the one who controls another with those tactics, but also as the one he managed in that manner for many years.”

  Libby giggled. “I’m kind of taking enjoyment at that the thought of you submitting to someone. It’s not a side of you I’m familiar with.”

  “Are you now?” Maddox slid on top of her, his knee nudging her legs apart preventing her from closing them, his already hard cock pressing against her. “Maybe you need a good fucking, girl along with a little of my belt. Mmm?”

  He raised his eyebrows at her and before she could respond, he leaned over, pulling his discarded pants off the nightstand, yanking the belt from its loops.

  Libby’s hips jerked at the familiar sound of leather slapping—her body thrumming with anticipation.

  “Roll over, little girl.”

  Although it was only play, and not for punishment, her clit throbbed, butterflies fluttering in her belly.

  Maddox sat back on his haunches resting on his heels, gripping the doubled belt over in both hands he pulled it quickly, snapping the leather.

  Libby tensed, goose bumps rising on the surface of her skin. “God, I hate that sound.”

  “I know, but you also love it on some level, and you know it.” With no warning, he slapped the belt several times onto her waiting bottom.

  The burn and bite had her fisting the bed sheets in her hands. Maddox’s hand cupped her pussy, stroking and probing the moist, wet lips. Libby lifted her hips pushing back, her clit seeking relief.

  “Not so quick, Libby. I want this ass a little redder than this.” He snapped the belt across her backside, the strokes harder this time, making her gasp and moan with her lips. The burn increased with every lash, until she whimpered, attempting to avoid the next barrage. Maddox never allowed that—and she knew it—his large hand braced her neck, holding her firmly in place. The belt took on a new rhythm—short, fast punishing strokes—that were focused on the underside of her buttocks.

  Her legs began to flail, her feet trying to find purchase on the bed until she heard the clatter of the buckle hitting the floor. Libby exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, relief at the reprieve he’d given her.

  “Now, your little ass is the color I like it.” He roamed his hands over her inflamed flesh, before grasping her hips pulling her bottom up with her head still on the bed. Maddox slipped his finger into her now very wet labia, finding her hard clit, paying particular attention to it.

  Libby’s hips swayed, pressing against the pad of his finger, her arousal climbing from not only his ministrations but the burn of the belting, warming her, preparing her for his cock.

  Maddox lined up his shaft, thrusting into her—hard and fast—up to the hilt. “Is this what you’re looking for, girl?”

  “Y-yes!”

  He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her, his cock rubbing the sensitive flesh, her moans with every impale growing in intensity as her arousal climbed to her orgasm. And when he inserted a finger into her anus, she shouted, rising onto her hands,
rocking herself back, the double penetration overwhelming her senses.

  Maddox’s hips pound into her backside, reigniting the stripes from the belt, and suddenly he flipped her onto her back his eyes focused on her breasts watching them wobble from the activity. He leans over grabbing each in a hand, squeezing with a punishing strength, pinching the steel tipped nipples. He slaps them, leaving pink marks on the milky white skin. His cock jerked in response.

  Libby lifted her hips, wanting him inside her again. “Please, Sir.”

  Maddox cups an ass cheek in each hand, keeping her lifted, thrusting into her, pistoning himself into her hot sheath. “Jesus, this hot cunt of yours!”

  His words spur her toward her orgasm, she pants her chest heaving, and Libby pulled her knees toward her chest opening herself to him, his thrusts going deeper. He wrapped a hand around her neck, not hurting her, just squeezing either side, gently. Maddox licked one of his fingers, his gaze fixed upon hers, before inserting it into her anus.

  He times the thrusts of his finger with the thrust of his penis, filling her, taking her. The pounding along with the pumping in her anus made her grunt with each simultaneous invasion. The burn in her pucker adds to the climb, and then just as she reaches the precipice, another finger is inserted, she clenches around it, her sex doing the same with his shaft.

  Maddox bites his lower lip, growling deep in his chest before vigorously pistoning into her, his grip tightening on her neck infinitesimally, catapulting her over the cliff. She screamed, the sound buried within his shout of release. Steady hot streams of his semen spurted into her, her sex convulsing around him.

  Her body trembles, her hip jerking with the residual tremors. Libby focused on the clenching of her pussy, straining with each contraction, her arousal instead of declining, climbs yet again. She rocks her legs, now pinned between her and Maddox’s chest, rubbing her clit against him.

  “I’m coming again,” Libby groaned through gritted teeth.

  Maddox pressed his now semi-erect cock into her, swiveling his hips, sliding his cock along the sensitive internal tissue; she felt it rocking within her and her shout erupted with her second orgasm. Her hips thrust so hard that he slipped out, now pressed between her labia, bumping against her too sensitive clit.

  He slides down her body licking and sucking the juices from her sex, rising back to kiss her lips gently—the taste of his juices and herself on him.

  “Are you done, babygirl? Or do you have another orgasm in there?”

  “I think I’m done…I think.” Libby felt spent, but her pussy pulsed leading her to believe that she wasn’t done yet.

  Apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Maddox slid back down, kissing her sex, cupping a cheek in each hand before dipping his tongue into her.

  He slid up the crevice to pay particular attention to her clit, circling it with feathery touches. The sensitive bundle of nerves screamed after coming twice in a short period. She tried pushing his head away from the overly sensitive area, but his response was hard, crisp slaps to her thigh, which had her hips thrusting and her sex clenching.

  Maddox continued to stroke the nub until her hips jerked, unable to hold still, her head rolled back, her back arching. His tongue poked into her channel, prodding the area, and when her hips rose up, taking him with her, his hard hand brought her back down to the mattress, holding her in place, which ramped up her arousal.

  She struggled to stay still, knowing it’s what he wanted, but more than that, she wanted to thrust and jolt against his face, rubbing her clit on him until she reached completion. She had no doubt that the struggle added to the sexual tension.

  When he slipped a finger into her anus again, she bucked and tightened around him so hard; even he couldn’t hold her down any longer. A low chuckle erupted from him that vibrated against her core. With what seemed like no warning, when he circled her clit, she shouted with her release, coming apart around him, milking his tongue, which he’d thrust into her when she came.

  “Oh, Jesus!” she groaned, her body collapsing.

  He slid up her body, kissing her lips gently. She could taste herself on him, and smiled at him, but was unable to open her eyes or move.

  “You think you’re done now, Libby?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He tucked her to his body, covering them both with the blankets.

  She murmured into his chest. “And now that you know my suspicion, tomorrow you can see for yourself the clues that your father spanks your mother.”

  “Those are not words that’ll help me sleep. Trust me.”

  ***

  Maddox walked through the door of his house, shocked to hear his father’s voice shouting. He wasn’t a man who shouted, there was no need. David kept order around him without a need to raise his voice.

  “You will not raise your voice to me, Pamela. Get your things; we’re going to the hotel. Now.”

  “B-but what will I tell Maddox?” Libby’s voice shook. His girl was either crying or distraught. It took quite a bit for her voice to shake.

  Maddox rounded the corner to find his father wagging his finger at his soon-to-be wife. “You’ll tell him that we went back to the hotel so I could take care of business. And you’ll say your part in this fiasco today.”

  “What in the hell is going on in here?” Maddox looked at both his father and fiancée to his mother, who had just walked into the room.

  “I-I’m afraid this is my fault, I was—”

  David cut his mother off. “I’ll handle this.” He returned his attention to Maddox. “It appears that your Libby was showing the cake to your mom, who had no qualms telling your girl that it would look like ‘shit’ at which point Elizabeth called your mother a bitch. And thankfully I was nearby and able to get to the table before they engaged in a physical altercation, if you can believe it.”

  Maddox looked at the two most important women in his life and felt like he could actually throttle both of them.

  “Are you serious?” He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them, turning to Libby he said, “And you! You know better!”

  “Well, so does your mother, and she’s lived long enough to know the consequences of such words. Don’t you, bad girl?” David dipped his chin, his eyes narrowed.

  Maddox and Libby exchanged glances. Maddox had no doubt that his father engaged in some discipline with his mother.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Yes, Sir? Holy shit.

  Maddox found himself a little dumbfounded and unsure how to proceed. He returned his attention to his bad girl. “You had to know that calling my mother a bitch would not end well for you, am I correct?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “It seems we both have some discussions to be held tonight. I’ll leave you to yours, and I’ll take mine back to the hotel. We’ll be by in the morning before we leave. I’m sure we’ll have a much more sedate and friendly visit tomorrow.”

  “Count on it. See you tomorrow, Dad.”

  The door had barely shut, and he still stood staring at her expressionless, hands on his hips. “Get undressed and get my big belt.” He shrugged off his suit coat, draping it neatly over the back of a kitchen chair.

  “Oh, God! Daddy, please.” Her clasped hands wrung in front of her.

  “Don’t beg or plead. You asked for this. Do as you were told.” He rolled up the left sleeve of his dress shirt.

  Libby pulled her shirt off, draping it over the chair closest to her before unbuttoning her jeans. She tugged them over her hips, stopping their downward trek only to pull her panties up, then continuing to push them the rest of the way off her legs, and placing them on the same chair. Libby reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, letting the straps slip off her shoulders and down her arms, tossing it to the pile of clothes. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled with the motion, her nipples quickly tightened from nerves and the coolness of the air brushing across her areolas.

  Maddox fought the urge to walk over to pinch and squeeze the plump
globes, waiting for a more opportune time. The goal was to increase her anticipation and fear, as well as enhancing the humiliation of the baring process.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Tears were now tracking down her cheeks, her nose pink.

  “Don’t delay, Elizabeth. It won’t fare well for you.” Both sleeves were rolled up, and he wanted just to get this started so he could figure out what the hell happened here today.

  She hooked her thumbs into her peach satin panties, the elastic stretching over the swell of her bottom, turning inside out as the crotch caught at the apex of her thighs. She widened her stance some, the scant material jerking downward once released from her generous thighs, the peach material in the gusset stained darker from the overflow of her juices.

  His hard cock stirred seeing her wet panties. He inhaled deeply, her musky scent in the air already. Maddox tugged at his pants, readjusting himself to ease his uncomfortableness.

  Libby bent over to pick up the panties, her breasts dangling and swaying freely. His breath stuttered, and he swore he felt light-headed just from the sight, his mouth watering. She placed the damp panties on top of the clothes, pausing to give him a cursory glance.

  “Get the belt.”

  She scurried out of the room, hurrying up the stairs toward their bedroom. Her pristine globes jiggled with each mincing step. Maddox swore he could feel those buttocks enveloping his cock. He loved her ass—would love it more soon—red and hot to the touch. He never enjoyed disciplining her or seeing her cry, but sexually he found himself looking forward to these times, her wet tears on his chest, his aching hand from spanking her naughty bottom, massaging her hot flesh. Or burying his cock into her wet, hot cunt with her paddled backside pressing into his groin.

  He’d been born for this dynamic, had yearned for something more, and when he found out about spanking during sex; a whole new world had opened up to him. He needed the power of a submissive woman, soft and yielding over his lap. To have an older woman, kneeling at his feet and submitting to his dominance made the experience that much more fulfilling.

  The jingle of the buckle on his belt alerted him to her descent down the stairs. His eyes watched her breasts bounce with every step, the slight sag in the large globes exciting him more than she could realize. He loved the small reminders of her age—they were a huge turn on for him.