Cosmic Trifecta

by Anna Lewis

  This time, when his hand connected with her ass, she bucked and writhed, his tight hold all the permission she needed to go wild. He released her hand, but his leg was in the way, and reaching back was futile. He reached under her belly, free hand going between her legs and spreading the folds of her sex. He held her between her legs, stroking quickly as his right hand swatted her ass over and over. The pain was intense, but her climax rose higher and faster than the sweet pain of his firm hand.

  When her orgasm finally came, she cried out his name, trembling across his lap as he continued to spank her backside until she finally collapsed onto the sofa.

  He rubbed her gently, fingers trailing over the stinging flesh as she struggled to catch her breath. She heard a bottle cap flip open and felt the cool lotion on her ass as he rubbed it into every inch of her reddened flesh.

  She sighed, turning her head so she could see him and smile.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, still rubbing lotion into her skin.

  “I did,” she said. “The question is, did you?”

  “I could do this every day and never get tired of seeing your sweet curves stretched across my lap.”

  “I may hold you to that,” she teased.

  “I hope you do.”

  ***

  Shawna lay like that for some time, enjoying the cool air of the fan on her skin. Eric continued to rub long after the lotion had absorbed into her skin, talking to her quietly and soothing every inch of her, body and soul.

  When he finally nudged her to sit up, she was loathe to leave the sofa, even to stand right in front of him.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, lifting her skirt and taking a long look at her. “Remember the other thing you said you liked?”

  She swallowed hard. She did, but now that she wasn’t suffering from debilitating, sexual frustration, she wondered if she really liked the idea of being the only one in the room that was naked.

  “I remember, but I’m not sure—”

  “Remember how I said I was going to train you, and you said you liked that idea, but I should just do it?”

  “I do,” she said, biting her lip and sighing.

  “Well, your training starts now.”

  When she didn’t argue, he smiled.

  “You’re so good at this already,” he said. “I have a feeling that you know more about the lifestyle than you let on.”

  “I don’t,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Then, you’re a natural.” His hand was on the tiny hidden zipper on the back of her skirt, sliding it open, then pushing her suspenders off her shoulders. “I think you’ll enjoy this more than you think you will.”

  Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and her shoes in one smooth motion. He took her stockings off, dropping them in the pile, then turned to admire her.

  She stood there, already feeling naked in just the crop top and her lacy bra. When Eric stood and grabbed the bottom of the shirt, she trembled in anticipation. He pulled it up and over her head and dropped it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

  He took his time with her bra, unsnapping it, then sliding one strap at a time off her shoulders before he finally pushed her bra down her arms and onto the pile.

  His hands went to her breasts, and his mouth to one nipple, then the other, sucking them until they were hard little points in the cool air of the room.

  “Take your clothes to the bathroom and put them in the hamper,” he said.

  She nodded, going to the bathroom and doing as he asked. She stopped, turning so she could see her ass in the mirror. It was still red, and on one side, she could see one well-formed handprint. She smiled, running her hand over the red flesh and shivering when it stung still. It didn’t hurt bad, and it wouldn’t be more than a little warm when she went to bed, but it felt wonderful, and her nipples hardened even more in response to the wondrous feeling beneath her fingertips.

  She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t realize how long she’d been in there until she heard Eric talking softly, then hanging up the hotel phone. She hurried out of the bathroom to him, hoping that he wasn’t upset that she’d lingered for so long in the bathroom.

  When she came through the door, he was smiling at her.

  “You are perfect,” he said, waving her over to him and pulling her down onto his lap.

  She moved so the tender flesh hung in the air and only the backs of her legs touched his. He laughed when he noticed what she’d done.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Not horribly. It actually feels really good.”

  “I can see that. Red is a good color on you.”

  She thought for a moment that he was going to swat her behind again, but his eyes were on her taut, supple breasts. She turned so he had a better view, and was rewarded with a wide smile.

  “You’re sure a treat,” he said. “I can’t wait to get you in the office Monday.”

  “Can I still take a week off?” she asked, timidly.

  “You can,” he said. “I might have to visit you in your home, but you can always have a week off.”

  She shook her head.

  “No way,” she laughed. “The walls are thin, and the neighbors are already nosey enough without adding fuel to the fire.”

  He sighed dramatically, but she knew that he wasn’t upset.

  “I guess I can live without my sweet pet for one week.”

  Her heart quickened when he called her pet, the term of endearment so sweet in her ears.

  “I think you’ll be fine,” she teased him, then almost jumped when there was a knock at the door.

  His calm smile told her that he was expecting company, and quickly her eyes shot to the bathroom door to gauge the distance.

  “Answer the door,” he said calmly.

  “What?” she stuttered.

  “That’s our dinner. Answer the door.” He handed her a hundred dollar bill. “Give them a tip while you’re at it and make eye contact. Remember, you hold the power.”

  She looked at him, her mouth parted, sure he couldn’t be serious. When a firm swat landed on her backside, she knew he meant business. She hopped up from his lap the instant his hand connected with her behind, walking slowly toward the door as another knock came.

  She looked back at him and he arched an eyebrow at her, daring her to disobey. She toyed with the idea of using her word, but she knew the instant she said it, the night would be over and the play would end. She wasn’t ready to end it, even if that meant answering the door to a complete stranger in the nude.

  Her hand was on the doorknob and then she turned the handle, pulling the door open and standing there in front of the man with the room service tray. He didn’t bat an eye, smiling at her warmly and reading off the order. Her mouth watered as he read her the description of the food beneath the covered plates, and then she stepped aside for him to push in the tray.

  The man acknowledged Eric and the two men exchanged a knowing grin. Shawna felt her face flush, but she didn’t move to cover herself. It was pointless, and she knew that Eric would find a way to up the stakes if she did something like that. It would be over sooner if she embraced it, then she could enjoy the dinner that beckoned to her from beneath the silver domes.

  She tilted her chin, holding her head high as the man parked the tray and quickly set the low table in front of the sofa. She wanted to tell the man that she could do that, but she held her tongue.

  When he was finally finished, she thanked him for serving them and followed him to the door. As soon as he was gone, she turned the deadbolt and breathed a sigh of relief.

  He was finally gone.

  When she returned to the sofa, Eric was smiling at her. She smiled back, choosing to kneel on the floor on the other side of the coffee table rather than sit on the sofa beside Eric. He smiled his approval at her, and with a flourish, presented the succulent chicken dish and poured her a glass of sparkling grapefruit juice.

  They laughed and talked t
hrough their meal, and pretty soon, Shawna forgot that she was the only naked person in the room.

  When the meal was done, Eric stood and hugged her tightly.

  “This is where we say goodnight,” he said, and she felt herself deflate with disappointment. “What is this?” he asked when he felt her stiffen.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I thought that; I don’t know what I thought.”

  “I understand,” Eric said. “It’s easy to ride that high when you’re a newbie. Don’t worry, tomorrow is a new day, and I will push plenty of your boundaries tomorrow. Tonight, you need to rest. Come on,” he said, putting his arm around her. “I’ll tuck you in.”

  He led her to her room, waiting as she got ready for bed, then pulling back the covers so she could get into the bed. She was still naked, and the fine sheets felt cool against her skin.

  When he didn’t cover her, she looked at him in confusion. He sat down on the edge of the bed, hand on her leg.

  “Open your legs,” he said.

  She complied, and then closed her eyes when his hand went to her still swollen sex. He began to rub her, and when Shawna opened her eyes, she saw that he was watching her openly. She spread her legs wider, arching her back as his fingers made quick work of her already heightened nerves. Within minutes, she was calling his name, gasping and trembling under his skilled touch.

  When her orgasm ripped through her, she felt his hand go to her breast, squeezing one, then the other while his fingers slid in and out of her heat.

  She fell back against the bed and he leaned down, kissing her sweetly.

  “Sweet dreams,” he said, giving each breast one more squeeze and looking at her soft body longingly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  She smiled at him, too out of breath to speak. He laughed, covering her up and tucking her in, then kissing her once more before he slipped out of the bedroom and turned off the light. Shawna laid in the bed, curled up in the warm blankets and wishing she’d asked him to stay with her tonight. But he wouldn’t. She had made it clear that they wouldn’t be having sex that weekend and Eric was going to hold her to it.

  Shawna groaned and turned over, pulling the covers with her. Oh, how she wished she’d kept her mouth shut.

  ***

  The limo pulled up to her apartment building and Shawna sat in the back seat, wishing she didn’t have to get out. She sighed heavily, tugging at her clothes and scowling.

  “What?”

  “My clothes feel tight.”

  “They’re not tight.”

  “They’re uncomfortable.”

  “That’s because you didn’t wear clothes Saturday and all day today. I was enjoying keeping you naked on the flight home, but I didn’t think I would have to demand you get dressed before we landed.”

  “You loved it,” she winked.

  “I did,” he said, kissing her. “If I had my way, I would keep that ass of yours red and that body naked at all times.”

  She felt a thrill of longing go through her, but she knew that she couldn’t act on it. It had been a wonderful, adventure filled weekend, but it was time for her to get back to reality. Her new job at Furst Industries didn’t start for a week, but she needed that time to really sit with all the changes that had happened this weekend.

  She felt Eric’s fingers cupping her cheek and she knew that he was watching the emotions play across her face.

  “Don’t pout,” he said.

  “I’m not.”

  “There is such a thing as too much at once. I know it’s exciting, but if you over extend yourself, you’re going to be sorry.”

  “I know. I just wish the weekend didn’t have to end.”

  “We’ll go again another time. Maybe I’ll take you to the second play room then.”

  “What’s that room for?”

  “There’s a lot more to BDSM than spankings and nakedness.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “I believe you,” he chuckled. Then he patted his lap. “Really quickly,” he said. “The limo is sound proof.”

  “Will they see?” she asked excitedly.

  “Only the driver can see. The rest of the windows are tinted too dark.”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. She let him unzip her jeans and moaned with anticipation when he pushed them down to her knees. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at the limo driver, who was watching in the rearview mirror. Shawna climbed over Eric’s knee, her naked ass facing the driver, her legs clamped down between Eric’s knees and her right arm already pinned on her back. She arched her back, already excited. She knew that he was going to give it to her good if he already had her immobilized.

  Without rubbing first, he began to spank her hard and fast, swat after swat shocking quiet little gasps out of her. She covered her mouth with her left hand, fighting him even as she begged him for more.

  “Give her a couple good ones for me,” the driver said, and she heard Eric laugh.

  His hand came down harder for ten quick swats, and she knew without asking that those were for the driver’s benefit. She was fighting hard now, squealing into her hand and struggling not to cry out the one word that would put an end to it all.

  Eric worked his way down to the backs of her legs and swatted the place he’d called the “sit spot”, making sure that she would think of this moment every time she sat down for at least the rest of the day.

  When his hand connected with her ass again, she knew that the spanking was about over, and she arched her back, silently begging him to make the last moments count. He obliged, and she felt her body tremble as the orgasm overtook her and left her convulsing and moaning over his lap as he continued spanking her until the last of her climax was over.

  She lay like that for a minute while he rubbed her burning skin, then he helped her up, and she knelt between his legs while he held her close, jeans still down around her knees. When he finally set her away, he had her stand up, pulling her jeans up and zipping the zipper. She kissed him quickly, grabbing her purse and noting the envelope peeking out from the top that hadn’t been there before.

  “Thank you.”

  “There’s a bonus in there. You gave more than I asked for, and I thought your bravery deserved a little extra toward your dreams. Now go before I turn this limo around and take you to my home and lock you in my room.”

  She laughed and she stepped out of the limo when the driver opened the door. The driver winked at her and she blushed.

  “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” she said under her breath.

  She must have been louder than she meant, because Eric laughed behind her.

  “I did,” the driver said. “Anytime you want to give a show—”

  She rolled her eyes and he bowed slightly.

  Shawna turned away before she hopped back in the limo. Going to Eric’s home seemed like a good idea, but she needed this week to relax and recharge. Next Monday would come soon enough, and she wanted to enjoy her mini vacation before her real job began Monday.

  Well, almost real.

  She unlocked her door and closed it behind her, locking it, then running to the window to wave goodbye. As before, the limo waited until she was safely in her apartment, then slowly drove away. She stood at the window until he was out of sight, then closed her blinds and curtains tight.

  As soon as that was done, she stripped out of her clothes, sighing when the last stitch of fabric hit the floor. Maybe she wouldn’t spend the entire week naked, but she definitely liked the freedom of it.

  She took the envelope and opened it, holding her breath as she read the numbers on the check. She shook her head. Eric hadn’t given her a little bonus, he had doubled her check. Her thirty-thousand dollar weekend had turned into a sixty-thousand dollar weekend, and Shawna couldn’t believe how well this was going. At this rate, she would have her dream life before the year was up.

  The bank didn’t do cell phone deposits on checks this big, so she would have to wait until the bank op
ened in the morning to deposit this one.

  “That means you’ll have to wear clothes,” she teased herself, but she knew she would do it.

  It was just that she wanted to feel this feeling now, while her skin was still hot from the sting of his hand. She hurried to the bathroom to check her reflection, not surprised to see that she was very red. Ever since Friday night, Eric had made it a point to redden her backside anytime the color began to fade, so she had already been a little tender in the limo.

  Add that to the fact that Eric had given her what amounted to a farewell spanking, and she knew she would be sore well into the next day. Driving to the bank was going to be sweet torture, and she couldn’t wait. Maybe she would skip the panties and just wear her jeans. The rough fabric would make it even more uncomfortable, and she would spend the time in line wishing she could rub away the soreness. She smiled at the thought, then decided to call it an early night.

  She crawled into her bed still naked, resolving to buy more expensive sheets in the morning. She wasn’t going to blow her money, but a new set of quality sheets wouldn’t hurt. Satisfied with her plan and ready to let her mind and body rest, she closed her eyes and wrapped the familiar sheets around herself.

  Her mind went back to the limo parked in front of the building. If only the people in her building knew that she was in front of the building, over the knee of a billionaire and practically begging him to spank her harder while the driver watched. What would they think of her then?

  She smiled, and decided that she didn’t care. It wasn’t about what they wanted, it was about what she wanted. She had all the power, and Eric had given her exactly what she craved.

  She wasn’t going to waste time worrying what everyone else thought, because it wasn’t about them. It was about Shawna, and Shawna had never been happier.

  ***

  Shawna parked her blue Honda Accord in the parking space at the bank, sighing as she got out. It turned out, the drive-thru of the Credit Union that she belonged to didn’t take sixty-thousand dollar checks either. After waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity, she’d been told she would have to bring the check into the lobby to deposit. After a bit of back and forth, she realized that she wasn’t going to win this one.