Need

by Becca Jameson

  She hesitated. “Sir?”

  “On your belly. Hands above your head.”

  She inched forward, wringing her fingers together in front of her. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

  “I understand that. And you have to trust me to know what you can take. Do you remember your safe word?”

  She nodded. “Red, Sir.”

  “Good. If I do anything you can’t handle, say red and I’ll stop.”

  “I feel weird.”

  “That’s normal. But trust me, you’ll feel fantastic after I spank you. It’s so freeing. Liberating.”

  “I’m not a child.”

  “Clearly.” He chuckled, letting his gaze run up and down her body. “But you’re a submissive, and you did disobey me, right?”

  She nodded again.

  “So, in a sense you acted like a child, right?”

  She bit her lip.

  “Well, this is the consequence.” He waited, lifting his hands off his lap to provide her room to obey him when she was ready. He knew she was in a war in her mind over this monumental decision. It was always difficult to get spanked the first time. He also knew he could read her damn well, and she was going to enjoy being swatted on the ass.

  She stepped closer. “I can say red and you’ll stop?”

  “Absolutely. I take all my cues from you. If I didn’t think you were ready for this, I wouldn’t suggest it.”

  “What makes you think I want you to spank me?”

  “Baby, you’re so unbelievably submissive to me. And so responsive to my every touch. I know this seems like a harsh punishment to you right now, but trust me when I say I’ll undoubtedly only be able to use spanking as a punishment like this one time.”

  “Why?”

  He grinned at her and took her hand to rub it against his cheek. “Because you’re going to enjoy it way too much.”

  She shivered, her eyes going wide. “I don’t think I believe you.” Nevertheless she took the final step and held his shoulder as she slowly lowered herself across his lap.

  “Good girl.” He stroked a hand down her spine to ease her tension. “Set your hands on the floor to balance.” He caressed his palm down her thigh and calf and slipped off her shoe. He repeated with the other leg.

  She reached forward, but her small size made it difficult. She could barely graze the carpet.

  Rider set a hand on her lower back to steady her. “I’ve got you.” He stroked her ass with his other hand, molding the cheeks one at a time. “Spread your legs, baby.”

  She wiggled to get them a few inches apart.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  He squeezed one cheek a bit hard. “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s better. Are you aroused from this position? Or is it left over from your disobedience?”

  “A little of both, Sir.”

  “Good.” He rubbed her thighs next, firmly applying pressure to prepare her for his swats. “I’m going to spank you now. I won’t give it a number. I’ll do what seems appropriate based on your reaction.”

  She stiffened but didn’t respond.

  Rider lifted his hand and gave a sharp swat to her left cheek.

  She squeaked, but didn’t say anything.

  He quickly landed a similar spank to the right cheek. Both grew pink where he’d slapped them. He rubbed the area gently. “You okay, Emily?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was strained. She wasn’t sure yet.

  He swatted her again, two times in succession a little lower, closer to her thighs.

  Emily squirmed. The noise she made was not as shocked.

  “Can you take more?” God, how he wanted her to take more. He willed it. She was so perfect in every way. And letting him spank her like this made his dick pulse with need.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was stronger this time. She was losing the fear.

  Now he needed to get her over the hump to where the embarrassment, pain, and fear became pleasure. He spanked one side harder and then a gentler swat on the same cheek.

  This time she moaned.

  Fuck me.

  Two more swats to the other side and she was practically writhing against him, attempting to grind her pussy into his jeans.

  “How are you, Emily?”

  “Good, Sir.” She panted around the words, her torso wiggling against him.

  He spread his legs, forcing her to stretch out more across him and lifting her feet off the ground. Her pussy was now exposed to the space between his thighs which would keep her from getting the pressure she craved. “Can you take more?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her stronger voice held a plea now.

  He’d hoped. But holy mother of God.

  Two more spanks would bring her to the edge and make ten total. He didn’t want to do more this first time. She’d suffered enough. The mental challenge alone had been her undoing. He let those last two land right at the sweet spot where her thighs met her ass, and then he immediately thrust his hand between her legs, spread her soaked pussy open and plunged two fingers into her core.

  Thank goodness he held her down with his other palm on the small of her back because she nearly shot off his lap.

  She screamed at the unexpected contact. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as though she could hold him there.

  And she did. He didn’t remove his fingers. He let her come down from her high a few moments to establish his dominance. She needed to realize what had happened before he let her tip over the edge.

  “Oh God.” She gripped his shins with her hands. “Rider…”

  And then he moved. He fucked her sweet pussy with his fingers fast, spreading the other fingers so his thumb pressed against her rear hole and his pinky landed on her clit.

  It didn’t take long. Very few thrusts brought her to the edge and over.

  Emily screamed again, her body stiffening as she came. Her pussy gripped his fingers, pulsing around them.

  He slowed his motions until she relaxed on his lap, her head lowering as her spine released its tension.

  Shit and damn. She was fucking awesome. He was so fucked.

  •●•

  Emily couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d let a man she’d only seen on a handful of occasions spank her in her own home. Naked. Across his lap.

  And she’d had an orgasm as a result. Not a small one like she had on the bike unavoidably. But a huge whopper of an orgasm that lasted forever and left her exhausted and dangling across the man’s lap afterward.

  Rider.

  Even his name was growing on her.

  And sated as she was, she needed his cock inside her. No matter how many times she came, that feeling wouldn’t abate until she quenched it, or he did.

  Rider lifted her and turned her body until she sat on his lap, her head tucked against his chest. He was still dressed—again. She was naked—again. This was becoming a habit.

  She grabbed his T-shirt in her fist to have something to ground herself with.

  His chest rose as he spoke. “That won’t work as a punishment again, will it?” He stroked her hair, a chuckle vibrating beneath his pecs.

  She swallowed. “No, Sir,” she mumbled. She knew he would want to hear those words, as difficult as they were to utter.

  He pulled her away a few inches and lifted her chin. “Thank you. That was amazing. You did fantastic, and I’m humbled with the gift of witnessing your first spanking.”

  She felt a flush creep up her face as he praised her for such strange behavior.

  “What would you like me to do next? I can hold you for a while until you return from the subspace. I could cover you with a blanket and leave you alone to process. Or I could pour you a glass of wine to soften the blow of your first spanking.” He lifted a brow in question.

  She squinted at him, thinking he was from another planet. Before she could sensor herself, she blurted out the first thought that came to mind. “Or you could take me t
o my bedroom, strip off your damn clothes, making us equal, and finally fuck me properly.”

  He hesitated a second, clearly shocked by either her language or her suggestion, and then he dipped his head and stood, holding her against his chest. In less strides than seemed realistically possible, they were in her bedroom. He nearly tossed her on the bed and then kicked off his shoes and went to work on his jeans before she could catch her breath.

  She watched him strip, curious about his choice of jeans first, T-shirt second. She’d seen his cock earlier. She’d yet to take in his chest.

  As soon as he had his pants and underwear tossed to the floor, he whipped his shirt over his head, stunning the fuck out of her.

  He stood motionless at the side of her bed while she perused his chest and shoulders. Besides the fact that he was enormous and built like the fighter she’d learned him to be, he had the most impressive tattoos she’d ever seen. They’d been hidden beneath his T-shirt every time she’d seen him, so this was her first glimpse. She sat straighter.

  Several words in Latin extended down his abs along one side. She had no idea what they said, but whatever it was, it was fucking hot.

  And were those feathers reaching over his shoulders? “Turn around.” Her voice was deep. It didn’t sound like her own.

  Rider smiled and did her bidding.

  Holy smokes. His back was nearly covered with wings. They stretched from the center of his spine up around his shoulders. So, yes, feathers. “That’s fantastic.” She crawled closer and rose onto her knees. When she reached his back, she lifted her hands and laid them on his broad shoulders. “Amazing,” she whispered, smoothing her hands down the wings. They were so professional. She thought he might take flight, as though he’d had this secret identity he’d been hiding from her and he would now transform into an eagle.

  Rider slowly turned toward her, a smile on his face. “You like?”

  “Very much.” She didn’t lose contact with his skin, letting her fingers graze across his middle as he turned. “What does it say?” She traced the letters on his torso.

  “As long as I breathe, I will defend justice.”

  “How perfect.” She lifted her gaze to his.

  “You’re shocked.”

  “A little, yes.” She shrugged, sliding closer to him as he leaned into the mattress. “Not so much about you having tattoos. I sort of expected that. I guess I envisioned you having them in my mind. Though I will say they’re a bit incongruent with your clean-cut, good-boy looks,” she teased. She trailed her fingers up to his shoulders again, unwilling to lose a second of contact with his firm, warm skin. She met his gaze. “What I’m more shocked about is my reaction to them.”

  “And what would that be, my innocent little imp?” He grasped her waist and hauled her closer.

  “I love them. They’re sexy. I’ve never been attracted to tattoos before.”

  “My lucky day.” He closed the distance and took her mouth in a gentle kiss. His thumbs stroked the undersides of her breasts, bring them back to life after the intense orgasm she’d had.

  She pulled away. “I’m almost afraid to ask this, but how old are you?”

  He chuckled. “Old enough.”

  “I hope that doesn’t mean eighteen or I’m going to sprint across this room and grab a sweatshirt.”

  Now he laughed, and his body shook beneath her fingers. “You don’t have to worry. I’m twenty-five.”

  She exhaled. Thank God. She’d expected approximately that. “I’m a tiny bit older than you.”

  “I know.” He smiled and shrugged.

  “How?”

  He reached up with one hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. And then he met her gaze. “Driver’s license. I love it. Don’t fret over numbers, baby. Older women have always appealed to me. I like them to know what they want and not be afraid to ask for it.”

  “I hardly think I fit that description.”

  “Ah, but in a manner of speaking you do.”

  “How do you figure?” She dipped her face into his hand where he stroked her cheek.

  “You may not have a plethora of experience, but you make up for it in confidence and determination. Sure, you get a little nervous when I introduce something new, but that’s simply because you aren’t familiar with the D/s world. Underneath I see some of your true colors.”

  “I have colors?” She giggled.

  “Lots of them. You have a job you love that you’re passionate about. You’re loyal to your friends, allowing yourself to get dragged into a club you know nothing about simply because Virginia asked you to. You have a dead pink vibrator in your bedside table,” he nodded that direction, “which tells me you know how to take care of yourself when a man isn’t around. And your ability to submit to me shows an inner strength that’s insurmountable.” He lowered his hand back to her waist and then stroked under her breasts again. “Only the strongest of personalities can attempt submission. A weak person ends up folding and feeling used instead of powerful.”

  “Shit. You’re sharp.” She reared back to take in his large frame. “I didn’t even know all that.”

  He smiled. “Now, where are those nipple clamps? I told you I was going to use them the next time I saw your tits. And that would be now. Enough chatting. You’re supposed to be learning submission. I’m supposed to be instructing you. At the rate you’re picking it up, you won’t need me very long. You’ll have a Dom eating out of your hand sooner than I’m ready to let you go.”

  His words sounded nice enough, but Emily’s heart took a dive. It was her own fault for getting so wrapped up in the last few minutes she’d almost believed they were a couple. But Rider put that idea back in the corner in less than thirty seconds. She fought to keep her composure. No matter what he said, she wanted him to fuck her worse than ever. She had to take what she could get and keep her head on straight.

  If he walked out the door tonight, having found her worthy of his world and no longer in need of his services, she at least wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her, his body writhing at her mercy. Even if she was on the bottom in this deal, metaphorically speaking, she wanted to experience the power of knowing a piece of him was hers after taking his cock deep into her pussy.

  Emily sat back on her heels, breaking contact with him. She turned away and headed to the other side of the bed, glad the packages she’d brought home from the fetish shop were on the other end table. She needed a few moments to pull her composure back together without looking at him.

  With a deep breath, she turned around and handed him the bags. Her hand shook. He mistook her reaction for fear over the contents. Fine. Let him.

  “Don’t freak out on me. I haven’t let you down yet.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze and resumed the role she knew he would approve of.

  “Come here.” He pointed to the spot right in front of him where she’d been before.

  She closed the distance and kneeled, facing him.

  Rider stroked a finger across her bottom lip, causing her to open her mouth. “Relax.”

  She lowered her shoulders, finding it easier to resume the submissive stance than face her mounting disappointment that he was going to train her and toss her to the wind.

  Rider opened the smaller plastic bag, the one she knew contained the clamps she’d selected. He removed the package and tore it open. He set the clamps on the bed next to her and lifted his hands to her breasts. “I love how you respond to my touch,” he muttered as he stroked his thumbs over the tips.

  She arched her back, letting her eyes flutter as he worked her nipples into peaks. When they perked up, he pinched them between his thumbs and index fingers, gently at first and then rougher.

  “So responsive, baby.” He rolled them to one side and then the other. And then he released them. “I’m going to clamp them now. It will feel odd at first, but breathe through the initial shock, and you’ll get used to them.”

  She didn’t move
or confirm. She doubted him entirely.

  With one hand he clenched her right nipple. With the other hand he opened the tweezer-style clamp and eased it closed over her distended bud.

  Emily flinched and inhaled a sharp breath at the pain.

  Rider held her breast, squeezing the globe with his hand. “Breathe out, baby.” He caressed the skin as the pain subsided.

  “Good girl. You did well. Now for the other one.” He grabbed the clamp quickly with his free hand and switched nipples, pinching the second one in the same manner until it was once again swollen and needy. And then he grasped it tight and clamped it to match its mate.

  The second one was less of a shock than the first. She breathed through the pain and didn’t move an inch for fear they would sway and make her more aware of their presence.

  Apparently that was the intention, however, because Rider tapped the dangling portion with his finger, causing the charm to rock left and right. Instead of the pain she expected, she found the slight tug arousing.

  Damn him.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed. And he turned and padded from the room as she watched. What the…?

  In seconds he returned, carrying the pouch from his bike. He opened it and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He lifted them in the air. “A good cop is always prepared.”

  She leaned back. “You’re going to cuff me?”

  “Uh huh.” He took one wrist and clamped the cuff on so fast she didn’t have time to recoil. He tapped her knee and pointed at the head of the bed. “Crawl to the headboard, baby, facing the wall.”

  She hesitated a second, a little concerned about her safety if she let him cuff her to the bed. That might be above and beyond the spanking and the clamps.

  Rider pulled her arm and nudged her forward from the side. “Scoot closer to the center.”

  She followed his instruction as he climbed onto the mattress and planted himself on his knees alongside her.

  The second she was close enough to the headboard, he pulled her arm forward, wrapped the open cuff around one of the rungs, and reached for her free hand.

  “Rider?” she questioned as he secured her to the bed. There was no chance of escape. These cuffs weren’t the pretend, dime-store variety. They were the real deal. He was a cop.