“Yes, Master.” He patted her butt gently again, and she gritted her teeth. His fingers went back to her pussy, and he began to play, running his fingers through her slick heat. She raised her sore butt until she was pressing into his touch. He slid two fingers into her center and began to pump them in and out. She groaned. She was on the verge of coming when he stopped. She truly hoped that was not part of the punishment. She was burning up from the inside out. If he left her this hot and bothered, she would be reduced to a cinder.
“That’s good, Penelope.” He reached down and picked her up off the bench. He carried her to the foot of the high bed and deposited her face-down over the foot board. Yikes, her ass was up in the air again. She bet she would find herself in this position often, if past experience was anything to go by. Master liked it from behind.
He stepped up behind her and rammed his rock-hard cock into her pussy with a controlled power that caused her entire body to rock forward. He steadied her with his hands on her hips and began to stroke in and out with authority. She raised her hips and met him stroke for stroke. The feeling of his hair-roughened thighs against her sore ass and his balls bouncing against her butt made her all the hotter. He rode her hard, and his thick shaft stretched the swollen tissues of her pussy. He reached around and lightly pinched her nipples and then her clit, and jolts of electricity zinged to her core.
Master fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Suddenly and without warning, she breeched the threshold and her orgasm exploded outward in waves of excruciating pleasure. She felt him explode behind her as his climax shuddered through him, and he spent himself inside her. He collapsed over her back and bore them both down flat on the bed. He was breathing heavily into her ear. “That was very good, Penelope. That was very good.”
When she could move, she pushed him off her and crawled up the bed until she was under the covers again. Her mind was all but blank, except for the little niggling sprout of resentment.
* * * *
Jay followed Penelope up the bed, climbed under the covers behind her, and pulled her into his arms. She was being awfully quiet. He really couldn’t let that bad behavior go unpunished. He felt the heat coming off her sore butt.
“You earned that whippin’ fair and square, Penelope. You know you did. Are you going to pout now?” He almost said like you used to, but stopped himself in time. He knew his belt across her ass made her hot every time. She would goad him into a position where he had to punish her, and then she’d resent it later. He’d been working on correcting that little character flaw at the time they’d broken up. If she was ever his again, he would make sure she got over it. Of course, a five-alarm orgasm went a long way toward erasing any lingering resentment.
“Hmm. I’ll take that under advisement. The jury is still out—Master.”
Jay ran his hand down her back and over her butt. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow. Make sure the discomfort reminds you to behave yourself from now on. I really didn’t want to have to do that right at this time with our—relationship—being so new and all.”
Shit, he’d almost said reconciliation. One of these times, he wasn’t going to catch himself, and all hell was going to break loose. When Pen was pissed, she was a regular spitfire. Witness the failure of all his efforts for the last five years. He had to keep reminding himself to deepen his voice as well. It was a good thing he was such a good mimic. This was really all her fault. If she’d been reasonable, this whole charade wouldn’t have been necessary—or so he’d tried to tell himself. If he hadn’t tried that ménage thing over Labor Day Weekend, they would have been together all this time—would probably be married with a couple of kids. So whose fault was it anyway? His. No doubt about it. It was his fault.
He cuddled her slightly resisting body close and whispered into the back of her neck, “I love you baby.” He knew she hadn’t heard. Or at least he hoped so. It was too soon for that, but he’d had to say it.
Chapter Six
On the dining terrace at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Saturday evening, January 2, 2016
Kathi had dressed carefully for this dinner with Jesse Colton. She was wearing a body-skimming slip dress in deep purple with a matching pashmina draped over her shoulders. In deference to a possible trip to the dungeon later, she had skipped underwear. Her shoes were of the high, black, “fuck me” variety, and she carried a small, black leather clutch handbag for necessities.
Kathi opened the door to their suite, and he was standing there in all his glory. She thought her panties would have dampened, if she had been wearing any. Jesse appeared to be one of those Texas Good Ol’ Boys that she usually avoided like the plague, but she got the feeling there were unknown depths to his personality. There was more here than met the eye.
And what met the eye was considerable. He was handsome, with rugged, chiseled features. He was dressed in a well-fitted tweed jacket over black dress jeans and black Cole Haan loafers. She couldn’t wait to explore the tempting territory under his crisp, white collared shirt. Would he have hair on his chest, or would he be waxed smooth? The gold Rolex watch on his wrist was utilitarian and not one of the diamond-faced ones. He was tall and muscular, but not over-developed to the point of looking like a bull on steroids. His dark auburn hair was wavy and sun-streaked, and she was dying to run her fingers through its thick fullness. He had a permanent tan and laugh lines that crinkled beside his eyes. His teeth were straight and white, and his smile was killer. His voice was gravelly, like a young Alex Cord, and he had a Texas drawl that went right to her core. All in all, his was a very attractive package. And his package was prominent as well.
She wondered if he was going to take her to the dungeon. She had her bracelets in her handbag. She hadn’t wanted to be presumptuous. She was often presumptuous, but she had a feeling that for all the wide-open smiles, that would not fly with this man. And she was pretty sure she wanted to fly with this man. No one had rung her chimes quite so loudly in quite a while.
The dining terrace was romantic, with sparkling twinkle lights in the open beams and the sound of the ocean in the background. The tables were lit with candles in glass hurricane lanterns.
“So, pretty lady. Tell me about yourself. I’ve seen you a time or two at Le Club, but we didn’t get a chance to talk.”
“Hmmm. I’m a surgical nurse at Dallas Memorial Hospital. As a general rule, most of the doctors piss me off, but I love my work. That makes a difference, you know? I had an opportunity to go to Haiti on a humanitarian mission to assist with some corrective surgeries last year, and I’d like to do that again. It was an eye-opener and very rewarding. I don’t think we, as Americans, fully appreciate all we have. What do you do?”
“Well…” He grinned, and two well-placed dimples winked at her, shooting his hotness factor into the stratosphere. Geez. “I’m one of those arrogant doctors that piss you off. My specialty is neonatal pulmonary surgery. After I graduated from Baylor, I moved to Austin to do my residency, and I eventually joined a pediatric practice there. I’ve recently moved back here from Austin and brought my surgical team with me. Actually, I have surgical privileges at Baylor Heart & Vascular and Children’s Medical, which is why we haven’t run into each other before. I do most of my surgeries there.”
“Oops. Open mouth, insert foot. Sorry. As I said, Dr. Colton, most doctors piss me off.” Backpedaling much? Yikes! She could feel the pink coming up on her cheeks. She hated it when she blushed, and she was very prone to doing so. “Tell me more about yourself, then, Dr. Colton.” She wanted to get the spotlight off her blushing cheeks and back to him.
“Call me Jesse. Dr. Colton’s back in Dallas.”
* * * *
Jesse thought the petite, curvy blonde with the mop of curly hair was cute, and he found her blush absolutely adorable. He knew he’d find the blush on her butt from the spanking he was planning to give her for that snarky remark even more adorable. He normally didn’t date nurses, because he had to work with mo
st of the ones he met. That could be a recipe for disaster. But he would have no occasion to interact with Kathi Easton on a professional level at Dallas Memorial. This could be an interesting week, or possibly longer. He’d noticed her several weeks ago at the club and had made a mental note to check her out. He always made sure that the subs he played with were stable individuals with no heavy baggage. In his position, he had to be careful. Confidentiality was especially essential to a baby heart doctor. One couldn’t be too careful.
“I grew up on a ranch in West Texas, and frankly, I was eager to get to the big city and escape that hard life. My two older brothers took over the ranch when my dad decided to retire. I was always good in school, especially the sciences, even though my talent as a running back in high school and later as a Baylor Bear paid for most of my college education.”
In truth, Jesse had always excelled at academics. His parents had helped where they could, but the cost of that education would have been prohibitive without the athletic scholarships. He was lucky he’d never had a serious football injury and had been able to finish school without his financial arrangements being compromised. Medical school had been achieved via academic scholarships. When it was discovered that his big hands had the delicate touch needed for microsurgery and the intricate surgery on the hearts of tiny newborns and sometimes fetuses still in utero, he was golden, and able to write his own ticket when his residency was over.
“West Texas? I had some cousins who lived there when I was growing up. It was a pretty rugged area, dry, dusty, kind of lonely.”
“All true, and why I didn’t want to spend my life there. Where did you grow up?”
“In Dallas. Penelope, Morgan and I have been friends since high school.”
Jesse and Kathi ordered big, juicy, rare Black Angus T-bone steaks, baked potatoes and Caesar salads. Jesse loved a woman with healthy appetites of all kinds. “I’m glad you’re not afraid to eat. Too many woman worry needlessly about their figures. I like a woman I can hold on to.”
“Well, thanks. I think. Actually, I’m starved. I only had a salad for lunch. It was delicious, but didn’t exactly stick to the ribs. I guess that was the idea.” She laughed, and it made her attractiveness quotient skyrocket. The woman had a fabulous smile and a contagious laugh. He wanted to make her do it again and again. He also wanted to know how she would look when she was having an orgasm around his fingers or his admittedly rock-hard cock. If she was willing, they would definitely be making a trip to the Black Dahlia dungeon. He wanted this little package naked between his knees with her cute, pink lips around his cock.
Once Kathi got over the embarrassment over her earlier comment, she relaxed. While they ate, they chatted pleasantly about things to do in Dallas and where the good neighborhoods were for him to scout for a new house. Currently, Jesse was renting a condo near the Baylor Medical Center. It was convenient and comfortable, but not what he wanted for the long run.
“So, do you want to go upstairs for a scene with me, Kathi? I think we might have some good chemistry.”
“I’d like that, Jesse. Can we discuss hard limits?”
“Of course. Let’s order coffee and dessert out on the front porch. Those rocking chairs have been calling my name since I got here. Then we can take a little walk around the grounds before going upstairs. We can go over hard limits then.”
Their coffees with Bailey’s Irish Crème were delivered to the porch, and by that time, Jesse had coaxed Kathi into his lap. He kissed her lightly and settled her comfortably against his chest. She was very cuddly, despite the slight sarcastic edge to her personality. Actually, he enjoyed the challenge of a woman who wasn’t too eager to please. In his position, he got way too much of that, and it was sometimes hard to tell which women liked him for himself and which ones liked Dr. Colton, pediatric heart surgeon. He had gotten pretty good at weeding out the pretenders, but even he could still be fooled. The last woman he’d dated seriously had turned out to be a ladder-climbing socialite interested more in his hospital contacts than his body.
Jesse was pretty sure Kathi had no underwear on under that dress, and his cock was rising to the occasion under her delectable ass. He didn’t want to rush her, but it was becoming a biological imperative. He had to slow this down a bit. This little nurse had the power to turn him on big time.
* * * *
Kathi and Jesse strolled through the gardens and around the pool, holding hands while they discussed their scene. She thought it would be silly to put on the bracelets now after they had discussed her hard limits in detail. He pulled her close to his side when he felt her start to shiver from the cold breeze coming off the ocean. She had to admit, it felt really good to be tucked into the warmth of his body.
She followed Jesse to the elevator and up to the tenth floor. He swiped them into the dungeon and then into the Pirate Captain’s Cabin. She looked around curiously. The room could have been taken from an old sailing vessel, with portholes and distressed wood. A painting of a sea battle was mounted behind the portholes, giving the illusion a view. An antique bed and cabinets were built into the curved walls.
“I booked a theme room for tonight in case you agreed to a scene. I thought you would be more comfortable. I would have rather had one of the others, but they were all taken.”
Kathi was impressed that he had thoughtfully booked the room. She was glad to have the privacy of a theme room for their first encounter. She would be under enough stress with a new partner whom she did not know well. Kathi could see that Jesse was eager, so she started toward the cabinet near the door.
“Just a minute, Kathi. Come here.” He pulled her into his arms, hugged her tight, and nuzzled her neck. His beard was rough against her skin. It tickled and sent a chill rippling through her body. Then he brought his mouth down on hers for a serious kiss. “Relax, baby. We have all night. It feels like you’re about to jump out of your skin.”
“I guess I am a little nervous. New place, new person.”
“Let’s sit down in the chair and slow down. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being rushed into this. If you would rather wait…”
“No, Sir. I’m…”
He laughed. “I was going to say if you would rather wait, I’ll cry like a baby, but it would be okay. Really.”
“That’s very kind of you, Sir.” She grinned. “You’re crazy. Do you know that?”
“That’s the rumor I’m trying to stamp out, but it keeps popping back up again.”
She smiled up at him over her shoulder. “Would you help me with my zipper, Sir?”
“It would be my pleasure, sub.” He slowly slid the zipper down and the silky dress parted, revealing her back.
She felt his warm lips skim lightly down her spine along with a flurry of nerves. She sighed and leaned back into his arms. “You’re very good at this, Sir. Let’s not waste any more time.” She walked over to the cabinet near the door and quickly pulled her dress off and hung it up. She took off her shoes and put them in the cabinet as well. She was now naked, chilly, and anxious.
Jesse walked to the thermostat on the wall and bumped up the temperature in the room. That was so sweet. She thoroughly enjoyed a D/s relationship, especially when she knew and was comfortable with her partner. She could see that Jesse was going to be a thoughtful and concerned partner, as well as a very dominant and sexy one. She dropped to the slave position at his feet, and she was gratified to see him smile before he schooled his face to the more stern Dom expression. She was sure that many Doms were also nervous in a new D/s situation even though they would never admit it.
“Very nice. You are very pleasing, sub.”
“Thank you, Sir. I live to please you.” Now that is piling it on a little thick, but what the heck. This relationship was new for both of them.
“Put your cuffs on the cabinet, sub. We may use them later, but right now, I think we should get your punishment over with. I owe you one for that remark about doctors pissing you off.”
“
But Sir, I apologized for that unfortunate remark.” Her pussy was quivering. She did so enjoy a dominant male—in the bedroom. She liked her independence everywhere else.
“Too late, sub. That cat was already out of the bag.”
She kept quiet. So, he likes a little slap and tickle. Good. She loved the rosy glow of a good spanking. He gestured to the spanking bench and then stood with his arms crossed over his chest while he waited for her to get into position. This part always made her a little apprehensive. The act of submission, evidenced by her getting into position to get her butt spanked, was always hard for her. It would be easier if he just yanked her down over his lap, but obviously, Jesse wanted the implied consent of her presenting herself for punishment. She knelt down in front of the bench and bent over. “Now, sub, why are you being punished?” Yikes. He was going to milk this cow for all she was worth.
“Because I was disrespectful to the authority figures demanding respect as doctors, even if they don’t deserve it—Sir.”
“Sub, are you taunting me? Do you want a double punishment?”
“No, Sir, but facts are facts.” Was she taunting him? Did she want to see just how far he would go if she annoyed him a little? Maybe. It was always good to find out how a Dom would react to a little disrespect or disobedience. She needed to know if she had to tiptoe around him, or if she could be herself.
He laughed and said, “You are a piece of work, Kathi. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Arch your back for me, sub. I want to see that gorgeous ass and pussy.” Jesse waited until she had complied and pushed her butt up further into the air while the tension continued to mount. When she was about as exposed and uncomfortable as she could possibly be, he walked around behind her and ran his hand down the slope of her spine, and then patronizingly patted her rump. Uhgg. She hated that. “Very nice, sub. I like a nice, round, plump ass that’s perfect for spanking.”
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