by Leah Brooke
Another step.
“You’re so used to being the responsible one—the one always running the show—that you have a hard time accepting that I’ll be the one taking care of you.”
Another step.
Unnerved at the way he seemed to be stalking her, Charity took a step back for every step he moved closer, but he still seemed to be gaining. “Beau, it’s not that.”
Another step, his eyes narrowed, and darker than she’d ever seen them before. “Oh, it’s exactly that. You think you can get away with defying me—”
Not trusting the look of intent in his eyes, Charity took another step back, swallowing heavily. “Defying you?”
“—because you figure that you can take care of yourself.” He finished as if she hadn’t spoken and took another step. “It doesn’t work like that anymore, Charity. You had to push it, didn’t you? You had to see if I would react, or just let it go. Why? To get me to play, to get my attention, or just to see if I would let you get away with it?”
Taking another step back, and then another, Charity held out a hand, as if that could hold him off, and tried to get him to understand why she’d done something so defiant on purpose. “You’re twisting everything around. I just wanted you to play. I did it for you. For us. I couldn’t bear it if I ruined something that was so important to you.” She backed up again, her heart pounding when her back hit the wall behind her.
His eyes glittered, his smile filled with devious intent. “You didn’t, and I’ve already told you so. Your accident scared the hell out of me, and I sure as hell didn’t feel like playing. Did you think I would get over the scare you gave me so easily?” He took another step closer. “You’ve got to learn that you’re not on your own anymore. Whether you want to hear it or not, you’re my responsibility, and I don’t give a damn how independent you think you are. It’s my job to protect you, and I can’t do that if you’re going to run around defying me just because you want to play. Why didn’t you just play?” He kept moving closer, his eyes dark and hooded, his body tense as if poised to catch her if she made a run for it.
Lifting her chin, she glared at him. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
Beau moved closer, bracing a hand on either side of her head and bending toward her. “You’re going to have to learn, or find another way of getting your point across without doing something so stupid again.”
Blinking at the insult, she fisted her hands on her hips. “Stupid?”
Leaning closer, Beau inclined his head. “And stubborn. You think you can do things your own way and not pay the consequences of leaving town without telling me where you were going?”
“Uh. Yes.” Charity grinned, hoping he would laugh and carry her to the bedroom.
Beau frowned and appeared to consider that. “What would you do if you found out that I left town and didn’t tell you about it? What if you needed me? What if you had to hear from someone else that I left town without telling you?”
Charity had to admit to herself that she wouldn’t have liked that at all. She would have felt as if he hadn’t cared enough to tell her. Instead of admitting it, she shrugged. “Point taken. It won’t happen again.”
Beau straightened and smiled, a smile filled with wicked intent. “I think the only responsible thing for me to do is make sure of that—and we all know just how much importance you place on being responsible.”
Panicked, Charity bolted, shrieking when a hard arm snaked out and caught her by the waist, stopping her before she could even take a step. “Beau!” She cried out in surprise and alarm when he tossed her over his shoulder, leaving her hanging upside down and hanging on for dear life as he headed for the bedroom.
Beau’s hand landed hard on her bottom, startling her, and filling her with a sense that she was about to be in over her head. “Since I’m excellent at multitasking, I can discourage that kind of behavior, satisfy your obvious need for attention, and give you the playtime you’ve been angling for—all at the same time.”
Charity’s struggling stopped when she saw the items laid out on the nightstand—items she’d picked out with Beau this afternoon, and if she wasn’t mistaken—a few more. “Beau, we need to talk about this.”
“I think we’ve done enough talking.”
Finding herself on her feet again, Charity automatically grabbed for his shoulders, fighting to steady herself while Beau quickly stripped her out of her clothes.
Her jeans and sweater disappeared with surprising speed, leaving her in only her new bra and panties.
When Beau reached for the fastening of her bra, Charity slapped at him and tried to jump out of reach. “Wait!”
A dark brow went up. “For what? Change your mind? Lose your nerve?”
Sucking in a breath at the insult, Charity slapped at him again. “Of course not!” Growling, she stamped her foot. “Look what you’re doing to me! I’m not like this.”
Beau laughed. “Sure you are—temper and all.” He reached for her again, frowning when she danced away to evade him. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes, there’s a damned problem.” Gesturing toward herself, she posed. “It took me almost an hour to pick out a new bra and matching panties for tonight, and you haven’t even noticed.”
Beau grinned, his eyes moving over her from head to toe and back again. “Oh, cher, I noticed.” The silky cadence in his voice sent a sharp stab of lust through her, one that made her feel flushed and warm all over. “You look amazing in red lace.”
Charity barely had a glimpse of appreciation and hunger in his eyes before he moved again, catching her by the waist and yanking her against him.
Cupping her jaw, Beau tightened the hand at her waist and pulled her closer, pressing his cock against her belly. “I definitely noticed. I love seeing you in sexy lingerie.”
He pressed his lips against her, forcing them open. With a soft groan, he pressed his advantage, sliding his tongue against hers and taking her mouth with a possessiveness that wiped away her resistance. Swallowing her moan, he reached a hand between them, breaking off his kiss only long enough to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. “I also love taking it off of you.” Lifting her against him, he covered her mouth with his again.
The love and hunger Charity tasted in his kiss fueled her own need for him, a need that grew stronger as he deepened his kiss again. Pressing herself against him, Charity tried to wrap her legs around him, squealing when he broke off his kiss, and with dizzying speed, tossed her over his lap.
Holding her down with an arm over her back, he ran his hand over her ass, easily holding her in place, despite her wiggling. “And ripping it off of you. I want you naked.”
With a jerk, he ripped the panties from her, the delicate lace no match for his strength. “Very nice.”
Beau’s primitive action and the sound of the material ripping as he bared her bottom threw Charity into a world of lust and sensation that had her writhing against him.
The hard slap to her ass cheek intensified the erotic mood, as did the firm hold that didn’t allow her to escape. Both alarmed and excited by his arrogance and daring, Charity gripped his pant leg, using the leverage to turn her head toward him, grinning playfully.
“That hurt!”
The reverent look on Beau’s face as he stared at her ass and the loving slide of his hand over the cheek he’d just slapped stopped her from saying anything more.
Turning his head to meet her gaze, he slid the hand at her back into her hair, pushing it back with a loving caress. “No, it didn’t. It just warmed you up. By the time I finish with the spanking you so richly deserve, you’ll be lifting this beautiful ass for more.”
Bending close, he touched his lips to her upper back, smiling at her gasp when he slid the hand on her ass lower and plunged a finger into her pussy. “You’re already wet, cher, and we’ve only just begun. You like being over my lap every bit as much as I like having you here.”
Moving his finger inside her, he traced a finger down he
r spine, making her shiver. “I like having you however I can get you.”
“Oh, Beau.” Moaning in frustration when he withdrew his finger, Charity lifted into the hand he placed on her bottom again. “Sometimes, you just overwhelm me.”
Beau chuckled and slapped her ass again, the arm at her back firming against her wiggling. “Tonight, be prepared to be completely overwhelmed.”
Charity couldn’t stop wiggling as Beau delivered several sharp slaps to her ass, warming every inch of it. After every two or three slaps, he massaged the heat in, spreading it, only to do it again.
Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled.
Her clit throbbed with the need for attention.
Her nipples ached with the need for his touch.
She ached everywhere with erotic hunger—a hunger only Beau could satisfy.
“Spread those pretty thighs, cher.”
She did it without thinking, desperate for his touch. Expecting him to plunge a finger into her again, she jolted in shock when he spread the cheeks of her ass and delivered a series of light slaps to her bottom hole and slit.
“Beau! Oh, God.” Stunned by the heat, Charity closed her legs again, groaning when her attempt to relieve the torment only served to hold the heat in. Wiggling, she felt Beau reach for something on the table above her head, and groaned again when she realized that she couldn’t see what he reached for.
Knowing what they’d picked out in the store, and that he’d planned to add more, she stilled, tense with anticipation and trembling with excitement.
She’d wanted to play, but didn’t know how much more of his erotic teasing she could endure.
Her stomach and pussy clenched, and another rush of moisture escaped to dampen her thighs even more. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, her words cut off by a gasp when he parted her bottom cheeks again and thrust a cold, lubed finger into her ass.
Gripping his leg, Charity cried out, her cry ending in a moan as the finger inside her began to move. “Oh, God. OhGodohGodohGod.”
His touch, much firmer than before, and far more possessive threw her into a tailspin.
Reaching a hand under her, he cupped her breast, tugging at her nipple. “You’ve been wanting this for some time now, haven’t you? Just didn’t know how to ask for it.”
Slipping his finger out of her ass with a speed that left her grasping at emptiness, Beau chuckled and reached toward the nightstand again. “You can be bad anytime you want. Just don’t leave town again without telling me, or your spanking will be one you won’t want to repeat anytime soon.”
“Are you threatening me? Ahhh! Oh, my God. Beau!” Tightening her bottom on the finger he thrust inside her again, she found herself holding on to his leg for leverage and rocking her hips.
“Absolutely. I would be very disappointed if you left town again without telling me, and I wouldn’t be shy about expressing that disappointment.”
Charity stilled again when a sensation she’d never experienced before robbed her of reason.
Panting, she couldn’t hold back a sound somewhere between a whimper and a cry, a sound she hardly recognized. “Beau? What—oh, God.” Every nerve ending in her bottom came alive, the vibration against her anal walls so intimate and alarming that she couldn’t even think. “Oh, hell! Oh, God! I thought it was your finger.”
She couldn’t believe the sensation, a sensation so overwhelming, she couldn’t move.
She could hardly breathe.
His low chuckle sent ripples of pleasure racing through her. “I added a few things to the bag I brought home. Surprising how that feels, isn’t it, cher?”
“Surprising?” Charity gulped. The vibrations in her ass had her juices dripping down her leg as mini orgasms raced through her. Cries and moans poured out of her as she struggled to adjust, but the hard rubber that filled her and vibrations against her inner walls overwhelmed her.
She cried out again and again when Beau began to fuck her with it. “I—oh!” Fisting her hands, she found herself kicking her feet against the feel of the vibrator sliding slowly out of her.
The inner walls of her bottom quivered, the nerve endings brought to life by Beau’s play. Whimpering for relief, she lifted her ass up to him, unable to stop herself. “Beau, please!”
“Hmm. I’ll take that as a yes. Very surprising for you, but I knew you’d react this way. You’re too passionate not to.” He ran a hand over her ass, sneaking a finger between her ass cheeks to press against her puckered opening. “I told you that the next time I had to spank this pretty little ass that I would use a butt plug.”
The decadent awareness had her desperate to be filled. Bucking on his lap, Charity pushed against his finger, taking the tip inside her with a moan and spreading her legs wider. “Yes. Yes. Oh, hell. Oh, God.” Her frantic movements took him deeper, but not deep enough to satisfy her. “Stop playing around with me, damn you!” She tried to get up, but the hard arm at her back didn’t give at all.
Beau chuckled softly, a silky sound that sent a shiver through her. “I thought you wanted to play, cher. You’ve been trying to get me to play for weeks.” He withdrew his finger, reaching above her to the table again.
“Yes, damn it. I want to play, but you’re doing this just to torment me.” Her clit felt so swollen and hot, she couldn’t stay still. It throbbed, making her crazy, and rougher in her demands. She slapped at his leg, her frustration making her angry and more aggressive. “Why don’t you just fuck me?”
Beau laughed softly and teased her opening, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, no. That wouldn’t be playing at all. You can’t claim to want me to play, and then try to tell me how to do it. You’ve earned this spanking and you know it. You should be grateful. I’m being easy on you.”
“Grateful? Oh, holy hell!” Charity stilled at the pressure against her bottom hole. “What are you—is that a butt plug? Oh, God. How big is it?” She tried to squeeze her bottom in an instinctive reaction to keep him out, but he’d created a need inside her that had her lifting into the pressure, moaning at the sting. Shocked that the burn of being stretched excited her even more, she pushed harder against the plug.
“Easy, cher.” Beau slid the arm at her back lower, and used his strong fingers to pry her ass cheeks wide, exposing her bottom hole.
She could actually feel his gaze there.
Beau pressed the plug harder against her opening, stretching the tight ring of muscle, her position and strength of his fingers making it impossible for her to close against him. “It’s big enough—bigger than my two fingers, but smaller than the rest.”
“The rest?” Charity gulped, taking a shuddering breath and releasing it on a moan as he pushed the plug into her. “Oh, God. It’s too big. Too full.” Chills raced up and down her spine at the erotic feel of it, her entire slit burning for his touch.
“Too full?” Beau moved the plug in a circular motion as he pressed it even deeper. “You barely have it in you. Be still, and try to loosen those muscles. It’s going to get wider as it goes into you, stretching this tight little hole.”
“Oh, God. It’s going to get bigger?” A shiver of anticipation raced through her. “I can’t stretch anymore.” Rocking against him, she cried out as the plug went deeper, hoarse cries and whimpers of both pleasure, and the overwhelming sense of vulnerability.
Even when he’d played with her in the past, he’d allowed her a small sense of control.
At least she’d thought so until now. Crying out at the slow, steady pressure, she lifted higher, her toes curled as the plug stretched her inner walls.
Beau had given her the illusion of being in control, but he had a wicked streak even wider than she’d suspected.
“Very good, cher. Only a little to go.” He moved the plug from side to side as he pushed it deeper. “Seeing the way your ass is gripping this plug is making me crazy, cher.”
His low, throaty tone seemed to rumble from deep inside him. “Just thinking about how it’s going
to grip my cock has my cock throbbing.” He slid the plug the rest of the way inside her, releasing her ass cheeks to rub her back as he pushed against the base. “Easy. It’s all the way in. Feel how it narrowed at the base. That’ll keep it inside you and keep you from pushing it out until I’m ready to take it out.”
Charity shuddered, finding it hard to focus on anything except the plug. “It feels huge. Oh, God, Beau. I don’t know what to do. I need to come so bad. Please, do something.” The brush of his fingers on her clit made her jolt, the sharp stab of pleasure driving her relentlessly toward the edge.
Shaking uncontrollably, Charity jolted when a hard hand landed on her ass again. Crying out as the slap seemed to reverberate through the plug and into her, she bucked against him, trying to fuck herself on the plug. Groaning in frustration when she couldn’t do more than make the plug shift inside her, and struggling against the heat that consumed her entire slit, Charity tried to rub her thighs together to ease an ache so intense, it made her violent.
Using every bit of strength she could gather, she tried to get up again, cursing as she fought his hold. “Damn it, Beau. Let me up.”
“There’s my woman.” Wrapping an arm around her, he held her firmly against him, a finger teasing her clit as a series of short slaps landed on her ass in rapid-fire succession, covering every inch of her bottom.
Through it, Beau moved his fingers over her slick clit, easily overcoming her struggle to escape. “You’re going to come while your ass is full and I’m spanking you. Don’t bother to fight it. I won’t let you win.”
Charity couldn’t believe she could be so excited. She hadn’t thought it possible to be this aroused. Shaking with it, she bucked on his lap, her mind fighting to get away while her body demanded more.
Her pussy clenched as the friction on her clit continued, the heat from her spanking spreading through her slit and making each sensation even more intense. She cried out in abandon, fisting her hands on the floor. Tears stung her eyes as the pleasure became so extreme, she wept with it.
Her clit burned under his relentless ministrations, the warmth spreading from the sharp slaps heating her buttocks.
