At Home In Corbin's Bend

by Maggie Ryan

  And every thing he learned made him adore her more. Of course, it had also made him want to go knock a few heads in of the men she'd met before him.

  His knock was quickly answered by Jonathon, who looked a little off, as though he'd been running around rather than calmly getting things done. "Cory, and this must be Kenzie," he said, with a pleasant smile. "Come in. Food's almost ready."

  After ushering Kenzie in ahead of him, Cory handed Jonathon a box. "Mom made some holiday candy. She insisted I deliver yours personally."

  "Thank her for us. Why don't we take a seat in the living room while we wait for Ben?"

  "He's not home yet?" Cory asked, as he helped Kenzie off with her coat and removed his, hanging them on the coat rack near the door.

  "Brandon made him another bet. So they're out doing whatever retired Marines do in the midst of winter." The amusement was clear in Jonathon's voice, but when he sat down gingerly in one of the armchairs, Cory understood his harried look. Kenzie didn't seem to notice.

  "You have a nice home," she said politely.

  "Thanks. I learned when my partner was in the Marines to make the place look nice no matter what, but I must admit, it's wonderful to have a permanent home that can stay just the way I like it." The front door opened and Benjamin stepped into view, stomping his feet on the mat inside the door.

  "Ah, look who's here," he said with a jovial smile, removing his coat and walking over with his hand outstretched. "And this must be the Kenzie you've been telling us about. You're right. She's incredibly pretty." Kenzie flushed even as she shook his hand. "Has Cory shown you the sites of Corbin's Bend yet?"

  Cory heated up a little thinking about what they had been doing this afternoon, but Kenzie answered quite normally. "I've seen the dome. Is there more?" Casting her a glance, he grinned at the twinkle in her eyes.

  "Oh, a teaser. You've met your match," Benjamin said, lifting Jonathon out of his chair, sitting down, and pulling him onto his lap. "Hey, babe."

  Jonathon grunted and nudged him with his elbow. His partner ignored his attempts to get up.

  "What are we having for dinner?"

  Dinner consisted of a chicken and rice dish with cheesecake for dessert. Just like he usually did, Benjamin instantly set Kenzie at ease. Jonathon did as well, but his was in a more quiet way. Benjamin could bowl a person over with kindness.

  "So, have you heard the Corbin's Bend orchestra?" Benjamin asked, after they got up from the kitchen table and went back into the living room, where he once again insisted on pulling Jonathon onto his lap. Having known the couple for a while, Cory recognized the signs that Jonathon was on a pretty tight leash, which usually meant he had wound himself up about something and wasn't able to get rid of his stress naturally. Cory's mentor had no trouble taking his partner in hand. And afterward, Jonathon was always relieved. Sometimes it just took a little time to get to the relief part. Looking at Kenzie, Cory wondered what it would be like to be able to bring her to that level of relief.

  "Orchestra?" Kenzie asked, and Cory rolled his eyes. It was one of Benjamin's long-standing jokes, and one of the things that, until he'd heard the term, had never meant anything to him, but now he couldn't not hear it when it happened.

  "Yes, well it really only runs from late spring to early fall. If you stick around, I'm sure you'll hear it sooner or later."

  "Uncouth," Jonathon said, under his breath.

  "Corner," Benjamin said in a calm voice, pointing. His partner flushed a little, stood up, and walked over to the corner Ben had pointed to.

  Cory glanced at Kenzie, wondering how she was taking this. She was watching with interest, but at least she didn't look horrified.

  "So, the orchestra?" Cory said, trying to get the conversation back on track.

  "She doesn't want to know," Jonathon said.

  "Will you excuse us?" Benjamin asked, standing up. "I'll be right back. Jonah. Now." At the nickname Cory had never heard before, Jonathon's head reared up and he turned, almost running into the bedroom. The sliding door closed behind them and Kenzie cast him a strange look.

  "What happened?" she whispered.

  "They're in a loving discipline relationship. Have been for almost twenty years, I think. Jonathon needs some care, and he's Benjamin's number one priority."

  "Oh. Should we leave?"

  "Let's give them a moment. If it takes too long, we'll leave a note." He leaned back in the sofa and, to his pleasure, she leaned back against him, placing her head on his chest. There wasn't a peep from the other room for five minutes.

  The door opened and Benjamin walked out, sans belt. It was only noticeable due to the fact it had been there before he left the room, but as Cory hadn't heard anything, he was sure Jonathon hadn't gotten swatted. So what had he done?

  "So what are your plans for the next few days?" Benjamin asked conversationally.

  They talked for another twenty minutes before Cory felt it was time to leave. As they headed out the door, he glanced back at his mentor only to see him gazing toward his bedroom, a tender expression on his face. "See you later."

  Benjamin turned toward him and smiled. "She's a sweetie, Cory. You two look good together."

  "Thanks. Is… is Jonathon all right?" He knew he probably shouldn't ask, but he cared for these two men, and didn't like to see anything that looked off.

  His mentor chuckled. "He will be. Built himself up about something and can't let it go. Right now he's facing a corner in our bedroom where I tacked my belt. Believe me. He's thinking." With a wave, Cory hurried out, joining Kenzie at the sidewalk.

  "So what's the orchestra?" Kenzie asked, after he took her hand and they walked toward his home.

  Spluttering a laugh, he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. The heat in his cheeks felt extreme due to the winter chill. "Well, um, you know this is a spanking community."

  "Right."

  "Discipline spankings are mostly confined to the home. But when the weather gets good, people tend to leave their windows open."

  "No!" she gasped, and then giggled. "You can hear people getting spanked?"

  "Yep. I guess a few years ago, Benjamin began calling it the Corbin's Bend orchestra when one night he could hear nine or ten of them going on at one time."

  Her giggles burst into full laughter. "Oh, how funny. Well, maybe it wouldn't be if I was the one whose butt was being blistered, but still." She squeezed his hand. "I like them. Though I did feel sorry for Jonathon. Is he in a lot of trouble?"

  "Trouble? No. Benjamin's only likely to really discipline when his partner gets down on himself. He wants a happy man in his life and will always protect him, even if it's from himself."

  Kenzie sighed softly. "It must be wonderful to be loved like that."

  "That's how I want to treat the woman I marry someday."

  The snow began falling again halfway back to his place, and by the time they reached the door, it was coming down hard. "How much snow is expected?" she asked, as they stepped inside and pulled off their boots.

  "Six to eight inches, I think, overnight."

  "I hope I'll be able to get home on Monday. I have to work."

  After helping her off with her coat, he pulled her close and hugged her. "They're pretty good about the roads here. You may have to drive to Denver first before going up to Boulder, but you should still be able to get there. Although," he added, unable to stop his voice from dropping almost a full octave, "if you have to stay in town, I bet we can find things to do."

  "Like what?" she asked, wiggling against him.

  "Like this!" Grabbing her, he tossed her over his shoulder and darted up the stairs. She squealed and pounded on his back, her laughter bouncing off the walls.

  Chapter 5

  Kenzie couldn't help yelping as Cory leapt up the stairs with her over his shoulder. When his hands grasped her waist and sent her flying, she had about two seconds of free fall before she hit his bed, and he already had his shoes kicked off when he landed beside her. He
had the most adorable little boy smile on his face, and she could imagine herself looking into his amazing face for the rest of her life.

  "What do you say?" he asked, with what was unmistakably a rather roguish wink. "Shall we make our own music?"

  Lifting her head to look at him, she purposefully waited a couple seconds before she answered. When his smile began to dim, she realized she'd probably waited too long, and rushed to answer. "Yes! What other fun things do you have to show me besides spanking?"

  "Well," he said, leaning up on his elbow to look down at her, "there are many ways to spank one's tush, but as I just tanned yours earlier, we should probably wait a day before I do it again. Maybe we could try the slapper Benjamin gave me."

  Confused, she felt her brows furrow. "Slapper?"

  Turning, he grabbed the box he had removed the condoms from earlier and brought it over, pulling out what appeared to be a leather belt folded over and bolted together. Engraved every few inches in the deep gray hide were dragons. "It has a different sound and feel," he said, lifting it up and slamming it down on the back of his hand. The sharp sound made her jump, but the slight scent of leather combined with it made her tremble in eagerness. For a moment, a soft pink outline ran along his skin before disappearing.

  Reaching out, she traced her finger along one of the dragons. "Will you try it on me tomorrow?" she asked hopefully, looking up at him from under her lashes. His eyes darkened a fraction even as he nodded.

  "Yeah. I'd love to." The huskiness in his tone let her know it turned him on as well.

  "So what can we do tonight to make music?" she asked in a teasing voice.

  The grin instantly came back to his face. "Well, besides sex, which I definitely think should be included, there are, uh, other places to spank."

  Other places? Confused, she cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

  His tongue ran along his lower lip even as his eyes lowered to her crotch. "There's a pussy spanking or a tit spanking." Sliding up her abdomen, his gaze fell on her chest. "If you don't like it, we can stop, but if you'd like to try…" As if unable to stop himself, he reached out, trailing a finger around her nipple, which showed blatantly through her shirt.

  With his words, sensation assaulted her. Just the thought of someone spanking her breasts or pussy was downright naughty. And if anyone else had suggested it, she would have told them where to stuff it. But the thought of Cory doing it… She could feel the goose pimples popping up along her arms. Letting out a shaky breath, she nodded. "I'd like to try."

  "Great." Sitting up, Cory quickly removed his shirt, bouncing off the bed to get rid of his pants and socks. Back in boxer briefs, though these were bright blue rather than the black he'd worn earlier, he climbed back on the bed next to her with his eyebrow raised. "Want some help?"

  Realizing she'd been caught watching as he undressed, she laughed softly and sat up, quickly divesting herself of her shirt, bra, jeans, and panties. How much would this hurt? And even if it did, would it hurt good or bad? Lying back down, she looked up, noting his eyes which were hungrily watching her. For the first time, she didn't feel dirty when a guy looked at her. Cory didn't treat her as something to be used, ever. Kenzie wasn't sure how she knew, but she did know that he saw her, Kenna Zie Langley, and not just some girl. It made her feel truly desired—and not just for her body. Cory wanted her, and she reveled in the knowledge.

  Leaning in closer, his hands wrapped around her boobs, kneading lightly, and while his attention was on his task, hers was on him. Mostly. Kenzie couldn't really explain the vibrations running through her. They were so intense, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Sure, she'd had men grab her tits before, squeezing so hard she'd cried out, but nobody had ever touched her like this. Even though he planned on slapping her breasts, she knew he would never go too far, and that he would stop if she didn't like it. Why did it feel as if he was sort of doing this for her as well as for himself?

  Hissing as he pinched her nipples between his fingers, she also arched toward him. It hurt, but her pussy clenched at the feeling. Who the hell cared that it hurt, if it turned her on? His eyes flashed up to hers and he grinned. She loved his smile. It was so full of life and joy that Kenzie wanted to bask in it. When he released her nipples, she took a moment to breathe through the discomfort left behind, but before she could, his hand slapped the side of her right breast.

  It didn't hurt, though it did grab her attention. But as their eyes met, she couldn't look away as his other hand landed on her left breast. Just like with the spanking, he started out light, building up a lovely warmth that made her squirm, before he strengthened his swing. When one palm landed on one of her nipples, she was unable to stop the cry that erupted in her throat. That hurt! And yet… Her toes curled, and liquid seeped from her core. "More," she gasped, staring at him wide-eyed.

  "Sure?" he asked, his fingers kneading both of her nipples.

  Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Yeah."

  "Spread your legs."

  Spread her…? Oh! Pussy spanking. Pulling her knees up, she let her legs fall to the sides, giving him an unobstructed view of where he would be aiming. Or where she thought he would aim. Instead, even as he continued to knead and tweak her left nipple with his right hand, his left slid down her cleft and did the exact same with her clit.

  "Oh, shit!" she gasped, squirming under his ministrations. Each pinch at her nipple sent a zap of pleasure to her pussy, and when he tweaked or stroked her clit, heat exploded through her. Sensation bubbled up, and she was somewhat aware she was babbling but couldn't control it. For a brief moment, his fingers left her clitoris, before his palm came down on her pussy with a sting that made her scream out some very inventive swear words before the pain morphed into extreme pleasure. "More!' she called out, arching her back and rounding her hips so he had a better vantage point from which to smack her.

  And slap he did. Over and over his hand came down on her pussy, lips, and inner thighs. The pain was at first excruciating, but only for a bare nanosecond before pleasure erupted. By his sixth swing, the pain and pleasure became one, and her cries bounced off the ceiling as he continued. Her body was so tight, feeling as though she could explode at any second, when he removed both hands. "Cory!" she called out, not wanting him to stop. A moment later, two things happened simultaneously. One hand came down sharply on her tit, and at the same time his fingers landed with a distinct smack on her clit. The world imploded. The air in front of her turned a cloudy white, and she lost all ability to make a sound as her body erupted into an orgasm unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

  It was incredible. Like she was in a cloud that she never wanted to leave. Aware slightly of what was going on around her, she noticed it when Cory moved, and that he rolled on a rubber. As he lowered himself over her, a bubble of joy so large no human should be able to withstand it, burst in her chest.

  Chapter 6

  Sliding into her pussy felt like coming home. Cory panted slightly as he put most of his weight on his elbows while he thrust into her. Damn. This was what the people in his life had told him about. That one day a woman would come into his life he would never want to part with. She would be everything he wanted—and things he never thought to want.

  Kenzie was exactly that. And more.

  He already knew he cared for her a great deal, but seeing her reaction to spanking had lifted a large worry that had hovered over him. Cory didn't have any worries about the domestic discipline aspects. Kenzie, once she began to trust him, had followed his lead easily, and her relief when she did so had been obvious. Knowing she got off on getting spanked as much as he did in doing it was… well, relief wasn't the right word. It was a revelation. He used to dream about spanking a beautiful girl's tits or her pussy, but the first few girls he'd dated had been horrified at the concept. This wonderful girl not only being willing to try, but her getting off on it, had tripled his enjoyment.

  And there was so much left for them to learn and experience. Pulli
ng out, he slowly thrust in again, enjoying her slow moan as he did so. The boy within him wanted to fuck her hard and get off, but Cory wanted something more now. He had now seen her in orgasm twice, and he wanted to see it again, this time with him inside of her. Leaning down, he pulled her distended nipple between his lips and suckled, groaning as she arched into it.

  "Cory," she whispered. Pulling back from her bright red tits, he looked down at her, smiling when he saw her eyes were glazed over. She was still riding her high. From him. He had done that for her. And it had given him a feeling of euphoria he had not expected.

  "Kenzie," he murmured back, pulling out and thrusting in a little harder. She blinked, even though she was still slightly out of it as her hand reached up and her fingers slid through his hair. Slowly, the glaze cleared and, as their eyes locked onto one another, everything else ceased to exist. All that there was, was the two of them, rushing toward an unmistakable conclusion, one he no longer wished to deny. Gripping the bedspread with one hand, he slid his other between them both, rubbing hard and fast over her clit as he felt his balls tighten. "Come with me, love," he called. Her eyes widened just before her pussy tightened around him, squeezing his cum out of him. "Kenzie!"

  She cried out something, but while he heard the sound, the words didn't settle into his brain right away. Trembling as his muscles tightened and released in sync with hers, he relaxed, pressing her into the mattress for a moment, unable to move.