by Maggie Ryan
“Stop! It hurts!”
Maddox didn’t respond, knowing she could struggle all she wanted but her efforts would not stop her punishment. All they would do was tire her out. Another two searing strokes to her sit-spots had her head arching back and the first curse word erupting.
“Fuck! Stop… that’s enough!”
“Watch your language,” Maddox said. “Now, this next round is for purposely setting off the alarm and causing every single person on this ranch to wake and worry about you unnecessarily.” The round wasn’t half done before she changed her tune, going from that of an irate innocent to that of a woman who knew she deserved exactly what she was getting.
“Please… I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Ow! God, you’re fucking killing me!”
Shaking his head, he rested his hand again. “For a moment there, I thought perhaps I was getting through to you. Obviously not.” Reaching for the paddle, he tapped it against her bottom. “Let’s see if this grabs your attention, shall we?”
“No! I mean, please! You don’t need that… your hand is enough! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to curse…”
Crack! Crack! One swat to the center of each cheek had her apology pausing, the shock evident in her expression as he looked at her, and the disbelief at the difference a paddle could deliver evident when she shrieked.
Crack! Crack!
“Ow… ow… ow! Please!”
Crack! Crack!
“I’m sorry! Sir, please… no more!”
“Babe, though I do believe that you are beginning to understand, we’ve barely begun. You will never, I repeat, never again run away like some spoiled brat wearing nothing more than your underwear. Have you seen your feet? Your thighs? What the hell were you thinking?”
“I-I didn’t think!” she wailed.
“That’s obvious.”
The paddle was a blur as he blistered her ass, the wobble of her buttocks not being given a chance to still before being set to wobbling again with the next swat.
“Please! Ow! Ow! I’m sorry, Sir!” she screeched, her head arching back.
“This last round is for putting yourself in danger by riding alone in not only the dark but without knowing—”
“I wasn’t in danger! I know how to ride…”
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Arguing during a spanking is hardly wise, Adira,” Maddox said, giving her another four strokes that had her hips jerking from side to side. “Now, where was I? Oh, right, you have no idea where it is safe to ride full out and where doing so could cause Zephyr to step into a hole or worse. He could not only break a leg, he could throw you, land on you… crush you.” Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! “And, that is just not acceptable to me. Do something like that again and I promise you, this paddling will seem like nothing more than a tap of a feather duster on your ass. Understand?”
“Yes! Yes, Sir!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
“Good girl, now stop fighting your punishment and accept it as what it is… an attempt to teach you that you are not a spoiled, selfish brat but an intelligent woman who doesn’t need to throw tantrums just because she doesn’t get her way. You are better than that, Adira.” He gave her a moment to see if she’d argue but when she simply sobbed and laid her cheek down, her body going limp, he knew she was finally where he needed her to be.
“Ready?”
“Y… ye… yes, Sir,” she managed, her voice shaky with her tears.
The paddle connected to her now crimson cheeks a dozen times before he gave her a half dozen searing strokes to the tops of her thighs, causing her to shriek louder than before. “Keep cursing, and next time, your entire spanking will be given to your thighs. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” she sobbed.
Placing the paddle back on the bench, he laid his palm on her flesh. It was no longer warm… it was hot. Her body was trembling as she sobbed and yet she no longer cursed, screamed or struggled. She’d accepted her punishment and, to his utter delight, it appeared that even with the harsher discipline, her body responded in a way very few women’s did… her sex was glistening, a drop of her cream slipping to land on the bench as he stroked her bottom.
His cock was pressing against his fly; it had been from the moment he’d pulled her panties off. Yet seeing the incontrovertible evidence that Adira was aroused had it going rock hard. Looking towards her face, it was to see her eyes on his, her cheeks streaked with tears.
“I’m sorry… Sir,” she said.
“You’re forgiven,” he said, reaching to push a strand of ink black hair off her cheek, her next words stilling his fingers.
“Please… I-I want you. I need you… even if you don’t want me…”
The break in her voice, the new tears spilling from her eyes, undid him. “Adira, how can you even doubt that I want you?”
“Because you won’t… won’t fu… take me… Please, sir, please… I-I need you…”
It took him only a few seconds to release her restraints. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the bed in one corner of the room. “The only place you may use that word is when we are in bed… or against a wall, or…”
“I understand, Sir,” she said, a smile playing on her lips.
He chuckled and dropped her onto the bed, loving her squeal as she bounced and instantly knelt up. “Sore?” He chuckled as he stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers as she watched.
“Of course I’m sore… Oh, God,” she said as his cock sprung free. “You’re… you’re huge!”
“Change your mind?” he asked, moving to join her on the bed.
“No,” she said, her head shaking, her hair moving across breasts he desperately wanted to see, to hold, to caress.
He took the hem of her camisole and she lifted her arms, allowing him to strip her. Her breasts were as perfect as the rest of her, dark nipples hard as pebbles, begging to be suckled, pinched, bitten. Placing his hand behind her head, he brought his lips to hers. “Haven’t you heard? Everything’s bigger in Texas.”
A short giggle was all she could manage before he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She moaned and arched into the hand he used to cup her breast. His tongue danced with hers, and he adored the little mews she managed as he rolled her nipple between his fingers before releasing it to give her other breast the same attention. When he finally pulled back, it was to hear her beg yet again, “Please… oh, please, Sir.”
The way she said “Sir” with a definite tone of respect was so different than how she’d said it those first couple of times when she was simply parroting his demanding she use the word. Now her respectful tone suggested she was truly bestowing the title of “Sir” to him, and though the word was wonderful to hear, it was the look in her eyes, the way she arched to him, the feel of her hand dropping to his cock that had him pressing her down into the mattress. His lips sucked in a nipple, his tongue stroking across the puckered point, giving it a nip before moving to her other breast. She arched beneath him. His palm was splayed on her abdomen and with her movement, he looked down. The glimmer in her navel had him bending to run the tip of his tongue around her belly button. He’d caught a glimpse of the diamond stud in the hollow of her navel before, both on the boat that first night, as well as when she’d lain splayed on her bed earlier that night. But now, with her beneath him, he gave it a much closer look and admitted it was sexy as hell. It was the sound of her hiss and the brief flash of pain that had him remembering she was lying on a well roasted ass. Sitting up and flipping her easily, he grinned at her quick indrawn breath of surprise. “Up on your hands and knees,” he ordered, reaching to pluck a condom from the drawer of the bedside table. “Good girl, spread your knees and put your hands on the rails.” She obeyed instantly, her scent filling his nostrils as he rolled the condom over his shaft. Positioning himself behind her, he placed his hands on her hips, the heat of her spanked ass as she moaned and yet pushed into his hands, had his cock jerking.
“God, you are gorgeous,” he said, dropping a hand to her pussy, sliding his fingers along the seam of her sex. “And so fucking wet.” Pushing a finger into her, the abundant lubrication of her own arousal making the entry smooth and easy, he watched her arch up. Adding another, he felt her walls clench him. Yes, she was definitely ready and if he didn’t enter her soon, she was likely to get off on nothing more than his fingers in her pussy again, or he was gonna embarrass himself by coming before he’d sunk into her. Pulling his fingers free, he moved closer, reaching to wrap her hair in his fist, pulling her head back and around so that she could see him. Pressing his fingers to her lips, he ordered, “Open.” When she obeyed, he slipped his wet digits into her mouth. “Lick,” he ordered, his cock protesting his delay as her tongue laved his fingers, cleaning her own essence from them. Pulling his fingers free, he bent even closer. “Soon you’ll be using that tongue on my cock.”
“Ye… yes, Sir,” she said. After kissing her, he allowed her head to drop forward again. With a slow thrust, he entered her, loving her cry of pleasure as he paused, allowing her to adjust to his girth until she pushed back. Moving, he thrust again with the intention of completely burying himself into her warmth, her cry of pleasure turning to one of pain. He froze, stunned as he realized what he’d done.
“What the fuck? You’re a virgin?”
“Not anymore,” she said, twisting to look over her shoulder as his hand loosened on her hair. “Please… please don’t stop… I-I begged you… I want you… I want to feel… I wanted this. Please, Maddox, please don’t stop.”
He remained frozen for another moment and yet hearing her, seeing nothing but sincerity in her eyes, feeling her push against him as if desperate to bury him further inside her body, hearing her soft “please… take me… teach me,” he bent over her, his cock going a bit deeper as he spoke within an inch of her lips.
“That was a very naughty thing to do.”
“Spank me later,” she said without hesitation.
“From this moment, you are mine, understand?”
“Yes… God, yes. Please… fuck me… Sir.” He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her cry as he thrust hard, breaking completely through her maidenhead, then he did exactly as she asked.
Chapter 16
This was far from the candlelight and rose petal fantasies many women picture as their first time having sex, but Adira couldn’t have asked for a better introduction of what sex could be like. Or better yet, what sex with Maddox could be like. It was raw, primal, and yet a connection was present that made her feel that she and this beast of a man were joined as one, and not just because his cock filled her with every thrust he made. Maddox had taken her, claimed her as his, and when he declared that she was his, she all but melted.
Mine.
That one word had the power to shred her heart. It collapsed any wall that stood to protect her feelings.
Mine.
What would that mean? What did it mean when she agreed?
Mine.
Regardless of all the questions and thoughts that ran through her mind, she liked the sound of that word. Yes, she would gladly belong to Maddox Steele.
In and out, harder and harder, his cock building a pleasure inside that forced a moan to escape her lips with each move. She closed her eyes, attempting to assess what the feelings swirling inside her were, what they meant. She had orgasmed before on her own—even by Maddox’s hand—but this was so very different. The pleasure started at her toes and grew in intensity as it made its way through her entire body until it exploded from her sex. She cried out as pulse after pulse of euphoric electricity pulsated from her pussy, clenching tightly around Maddox’s hardness.
As if he were waiting for her to completely unleash, he suddenly drove into her even deeper, his primal moan causing her to shiver as he spread her wider with his sexual hunger. His hands dug into her hips, his breathing hitched, and he growled as he gave one final thrust in Adira’s quivering sex. A room that had shortly before been filled with her cries, her pleas, her moans of pleasure, was now only filled with their deep breaths as they both recovered. When Maddox pulled out of her slowly, she collapsed onto the bed, eyes closed, wondering if she would just sleep right then and there. She no longer cared where she was, her satiated self demanded she not give one more ounce of effort. Her body only wanted to relish in her pleasure.
She did release another moan of contentment when Maddox came up and positioned her body into his as he held her close. Her face pressed against his bare chest, and she took in his delightful scent as he wrapped his arms tightly around her exhausted frame.
Kissing the top of her head, he said in not much more than a husky whisper, “Are you all right?”
She answered with another tiny moan, not wanting to talk quite yet. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, and her body almost hummed with satisfaction.
He chuckled. “I will take that as a yes.” He kissed the top of her head again, and then reached for a blanket at their feet and covered both of their nude bodies with the soft fabric. “It’s been a long night, my Adira. Sleep.”
She faintly heard his last word as blackness took over.
It wasn’t sunlight that woke her up, or the chirping of birds. It was something far more wonderful. Maddox was running his work-worn hands along her upper arm tenderly and placing gentle kisses on her forehead.
“Adira… time to wake up. We have a lot of things we need to get done today.”
She groaned and peeked through slitted eyes. “What time is it?” The dungeon had no windows, and the dim light of the room was the exact same way it had been during her punishment. She moved slightly and realized that Maddox still held her firmly against him, a position she didn’t want to break any time soon. “How long have I been asleep?”
“It’s morning. Later than most of us sleep around here, but after the activity last night, I have a feeling everyone will be getting a late start today.”
Adira’s face heated, and she nuzzled it into his chest. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t believe I woke the whole house. I wasn’t thinking.” The memory of her behavior shamed her, and she owed a lot of people apologies. Especially the poor man at the stables. “I was so awful! They must all think I’m some spoiled rich girl. I never talk to people like that. Never. I was just so… hurt.”
“Shh,” Maddox said with another kiss to her forehead. “I took care of the situation last night, in the way I prefer to take care of things, and we move on from here. Every single person last night understands you are going through a lot. It doesn’t excuse the way you acted, but they won’t hold it against you. I told them all that I would handle it, and I did.”
The way he took care of things. Oh yes, her pussy throbbed with the memory of what he had done to her such a short time ago.
“Come on,” he said as he sat up, forcing her to a sitting position. She grimaced and quickly tried to reposition when the dull ache of a punished ass came into full effect. A new memory of last night washed over her, but this one had her inner core heating to match the heat still present on the flesh of her bottom.
Maddox chuckled again as he flung his lean legs off the bed and walked over to where he had shed his clothes. His tight, bare ass had Adira’s mouth watering, and her desire that she thought he’d fully quenched last night—or early this morning—returning.
“A little sore today?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder with a devilish grin.
Pulling up the blanket to cover her breasts, she avoided his eyes and feigned a pout. “Maybe.” Her crossed arms and pushed out lip only turned his chuckle into a laugh.
“You are awfully cute when you pout.” He pulled up his jeans and turned to face her before he buttoned them. The little patch of hair leading down to— “Come on, we need to get our day started.”
Adira had other things in mind. “Can’t we stay here for a little longer?” She batted her eyelashes playfully and attempted to turn her pout into a
look of seduction. “I could tell you a story. You know, from The Arabian Nights?” Her eyes flickered about the room, equipment standing that just begged to be initiated. Turning her eyes to his, she grinned. “Of course, mine would be, shall we say, an adult version?”
Maddox grinned. “As appealing as that is, I’m afraid any storytelling is going to have to wait.” He reached for the corner of the blanket and tugged it off her completely with no effort. Completely exposed, Adira gasped and propelled her body forward, trying to reclaim it from his hands. The movement forward was all that he needed to grab both her arms and pull her to him. In one big swoop, Maddox had her naked frame cradled in his arms as he walked toward the door of the room.
“Where are we going? I’m naked!” she squealed, yet she only wrapped her arms around his neck rather than actually fight in any way. Being cradled in his arms gave her a sense of security, and being nude while he did so sent tingles of delight through her.
“To the gym. We have a shower and whirlpool, remember?”
“Maddox!” She hid her face against his chest in embarrassment when they fully exited the den of sinful, painful, and wicked delights. “What if someone sees us?” She pointed toward the room. “Can’t you at least grab the blanket?”
“They won’t. Don’t worry. And I like you naked.” He walked down the hallway, not even pausing to see if anyone was near. “Like I told you, I’m pretty sure everyone is still asleep. I would know if someone was back here.” He looked down at her and smiled, his warm eyes twinkling in the dim hall light. Kissing her gently on the lips, he said, “Relax.”
Enjoying another kiss from this man, she allowed her stiff body to relax in his arms as he continued to hold her firmly against his chest. She trusted him, and if Maddox told her to relax, then she would do as he said. She could have kissed him for hours, dancing her tongue with his, but her body betrayed her by releasing a shiver which had Maddox stopping the kiss instantly and rushing toward the shower with large strides.
