Widow on the Loose

by Stevie MacFarlane

  Choosing a thin, white cotton gown she slipped the short nightie over her head and went to his room. She didn’t get into bed, or even sit on it. Instead she went to the window and opened it wide so she could have a cigarette. Hopefully the strong breeze would suck out the smell.

  After the third drag she felt the tenseness leave her shoulders. If he caught her, he’d be pissed, but what else could he do to her tonight? Of course there was always the belt he threatened her with. Lightening flashed, followed by a loud crack of thunder and she imagined it was the leather striking her cheeks and jumped. What was it about this man that compelled her to accept his dominance, his discipline? If George had ever struck her, which he never would have, not in a million years, but if he had, she would have broken something over his head. Something heavy and expensive most likely.

  Travis could pull her over his knees, spank her like a child until she screamed her head off and she had no desire to retaliate. Why? In fact, after he spanked her she felt soft and sort of mushy inside, not to mention so turned on she could barely stand it. All she wanted to do was crawl into his arms to be held and soothed as he brushed away her tears and whispered endearments. Like a child, she wanted to be forgiven and fussed over. It was ridiculous but she couldn’t deny it was both comforting and sexy as hell. Maybe she should think about making an appointment with a shrink she thought as she went to the bathroom, flushed the butt and rinsed her mouth with mouthwash.

  Moving to the bed, she lay on her tummy facing the door. Hiking her nightie above her bottom she sighed. The cool air swept into the room soothing her cheeks as the weather conditions deteriorated.

  Chapter Thirteen

  He found her exactly where he told her to be, in his bed. He didn’t expect the delicate white nightie, or the sight of her newly roasted ass to be on such blatant display. The storm brewing outside was nothing compared to the emotions raging inside him.

  Even thought he’d told her it was over, traces of anger at her inconsiderate behavior remained and Travis was slightly stunned it affected him so strongly. Somehow she’d gotten under his skin. It was more than keeping a promise to George, although that’s what he tried to tell himself for more than two years. He’d developed a propriety attitude toward her that was not acceptable. To put it quite frankly, he wanted to keep her.

  Undressing in the dimly lit room, he shucked his pants off and let them drop to the floor.

  “I’m taking you tonight,” he informed her. “Do you need a toy?” he continued, strolling naked to her toy box. Reaching inside, he withdrew the gold nipple clamps letting them dangle from his finger.

  Claire shook her head.

  “I don’t care for them,” she admitted softly.

  “Good to know,” he replied, tossing them onto his dresser. “Maybe we’ll work on that.” He noted the shudder that passed through her body and automatically filed the information for future reference. Standing at the end of the bed, he realized this was a sight he never expected to see. Claire Wellington was on his bed wearing a sweet white nightie, her ample cheeks reddened by his discipline, waiting for his instructions. It was a heady feeling and he stroked his cock as though to reassure himself it wasn’t a dream.

  “On your knees, Claire, head down,” he ordered.

  Her head pivoted and she looked at him, allowed her eyes to travel from his muscled thighs up to his face and back to his cock while he waited. With a sigh, she clutched the pillow under her cheek and raised her ass, kneeling. Soft little puffs of breath escaped her lips.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as he crawled onto the bed behind her and knelt. “I love this.” Leaning forward, he kissed the base of her spine right above her ass. “I swear you have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen, especially when it’s been recently spanked. I love seeing it so red and hot and knowing it’s by my hand. Knowing you earned every sharp slap is incredibly sexy and gratifying.” He trailed his fingers across both cheeks, delighted when she moaned in response. “You like it too, don’t you?” he asked huskily.

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “Don’t lie to me, little girl,” he scolded, grasping one sore cheek firmly. “Do you think I don’t know the truth? Do you think I can’t discover it easily enough?” Trailing his fingers along the crack of her ass he slowly moved to her core. Crossing his middle finger over his index one he paused for a moment feeling her honey, slippery and warm before sliding them deep inside her body. “Lie now, Claire,” he warned. “Lie now and give me an excuse to take my belt to you,” he encouraged.

  “No,” she cried out, lifting her bottom higher.

  He could feel her quaking around his fingers. Leaning forward again, he kissed her back.

  “The truth this time,” he insisted. “There’s no reason for secrets. I’m right here behind you. My body is on fire for you, just as yours is for me. Tell me, baby mine. What do you need? What do want?” he moaned.

  Claire began to cry and he rubbed her back even as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

  “I don’t want this, Travis,” she sobbed. “It’s not who I thought I was. I don’t know this woman who responds to you,” she gasped out, moaning as he plunged deeper.

  “You’re wrong honey,” he replied, pulling his fingers out and lining up his cock. “You’ve always needed this,” he insisted as he slid into her, grasping her hips and holding her quivering body in place. His thumb moved to her anus and he pressed firmly.

  “Have you been taken here?” he rasped out.

  “No,” she confessed.

  “You will be. I’m going to claim you there, Claire,” he informed her. “Not tonight, but soon. I’m going to take everything you have to give and then some and you’re going to feel more pleasure than you’ve ever known,” he ground out. “Talk to me, baby.”

  “I can’t,” she panted, trembling.

  “Then I’ll talk to you. Oh God, I love the feel of your hot ass pressing back against me. It makes me want to spank you every time I take you like this. I love the feel of your tight little pussy, gripping my cock like it doesn’t want to let me go. I love the sweet sounds you make when I fuck you hard,” he ground out, picking up speed. “The cries and whimpers that let me know you feel everything I’m doing to you. And I love how your tiny little clit swells up, begging for my attention,” he continued, reaching around and between her legs.

  Wrapping an arm around her waist he pulled her up, her back pressed against his front. One hand grasped her naked breast under her nightie.

  “I love how your breasts fit into my hand and the way your nipples like to be sucked long and hard,” he purred in her ear as he plucked one rosy tip. “And most of all, I love how I can tease and torment your precious clit until you’re taking all of me, even when it’s uncomfortable, even when it’s too much, like now,” he growled. “Does my cock hurt a little, Claire, when it’s prodding your womb?” he asked darkly.

  “Yes,” she hissed, placing one of her hands on her abdomen and the other behind his neck.

  “But you like it don’t you? You like being filled till it hurts a little. Answer me!”

  “Yes, damn you, yes,” she screamed as he lightly spanked her clit.

  She came, shuddering in his arm so violently he had to hold her firmly. At the last moment, he rose higher on his knees, impaling her as her knees left the bed. Only his arms, his strength kept her from taking more of him than she could and she immediately flew into another wave of an orgasm that left her limp in his grasp.

  Carefully, he sank down on the bed and disengaged his cock. Rolling her over he spread her legs and crawled between them, keeping his weight on his forearms and slipped gently back into her still quivering pussy.

  He brushed her wild hair back and kissed away the tears on her cheeks. Gently he began to move inside her, gliding in and out slowly. His lips nibbled at her collarbone, her neck and moved lower to suckle a bare nipple. Finally, he moved to her mouth and took that tenderly as well. Grasping her face in hi
s hands, he ordered her to open her eyes. Claire obeyed.

  “We’re going to have a problem here,” he stated simply, staring into her wondrous eyes.

  “What?” she sighed, watching him closely as he pressed deep and rubbed against her sensitive nub.

  “I’m not going to be able to let you go,” he revealed.

  “Tonight or ever?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Ever I’m afraid,” he growled, as he sought his own pleasure and took her with him.

  Later, when she was spooned in his arms, Claire spoke.

  “We’re going to need some ground rules,” she informed him sleepily.

  “You’re right. I’ll make them in the morning.”

  He grunted when her elbow connected with his diaphragm.

  “All right, we’ll make them,” he conceded grudgingly.

  ***

  They negotiated endlessly, over several weeks. Travis was adamant about certain things. She was to carry her phone at all times.

  She was not to go into the park if it was anywhere near dark.

  He no longer wanted her hoofing it all over the city when she could well afford to take a cab or have her own chauffer driven car available to her if it came to that.

  She was to try and quit smoking before he felt the need to help her.

  Claire had no problem submitting to him sexually but felt he was entirely too bossy in normal day to day areas of her life. He was not willing to budge on anything he felt put her in unnecessary danger.

  They both agreed his dominance was exciting for both of them. There was no point in Claire denying it when her body so obviously betrayed her. Playing sexy games in the bedroom would include spanking and she would have a safe word in case things became too intense.

  On the other hand, discipline spankings would still be given and there would be no wiggle room, no safe word and he fully expected her to “toe the line.” As much as she tried to mitigate this rule, Travis was adamant.

  “Fun and games are one thing, but outright disobedience, rudeness or defiance will be dealt with swiftly at the expense of your bottom’s comfort,” he insisted. He’d witnessed how out of control she could get and he wasn’t having it, not for a moment.

  Reluctantly Claire agreed.

  He gave her free rein with her project, only offering advice if asked. The purchase of the building went flawlessly. The architect she hired understood her needs and would have the renovation plans done by the end of the month and she already had a contractor lined up to begin work immediately.

  While she knew exactly what she wanted as far as the daycare, she was undecided about her living space. It was one of the things she and Travis never discussed. Would she actually move into her apartment? Did he want her too?

  She’d become very comfortable at his place and they fell into a pattern of Claire making dinner and Travis helping her clean up, although she no longer trashed his kitchen on a regular basis. He bought new silicone spatulas in several sizes and tried them all out on her bottom one night when she went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Following her with an evil grin he picked her up, placed her tummy down over the counter and raised her nightie. They packed quite a sting even fooling around and Claire decided she never wanted to experience a real spanking with one, especially the wide one that seemed to cover one entire cheek.

  When her bottom was bright pink and she was pleading for mercy, Travis relented and carried her to the bedroom.

  “Let that be a lesson to you, little girl,” he counseled as she whimpered against his shoulder. “It’s all fun and games until somebody is naughty and then it gets real.”

  They began what Claire referred to as quasi dating. Frequently Travis called and asked her to meet him for lunch or dinner. They went to a few movies and a formal charity event where there was dancing, extremely close dancing. She even went to the salon, got a manicure and her hair done, wearing it up in an intricate twist. It was the first time she’d dressed formally since Monte Carlo and Travis complimented her outrageously.

  She had fun… they had fun, and Claire had much too much champagne. She giggled all the way back to his apartment in the limo and he carried her into the building, past the well-trained doorman who smiled before looking the other way.

  Once upstairs, he slowly undressed her and gave her a very erotic spanking while he scolded her for drinking too much. When she was nearly dripping with need, he made tender, passionate love to her. In the morning, he was late for work and she had a slight hangover. Claire still counted it in the top five best nights of her life.

  “You’re dangerous, baby,” he murmured into her neck when he met her in the kitchen making coffee.

  Claire laughed and immediately put a hand to her head with a moan.

  Picking her up, Travis backed her against the refrigerator as Claire wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Are you going to be okay?” he asked gently after kissing her.

  “I’d be better if you stayed home with me,” she purred, rocking her bare pussy against him. Travis had a thing about wearing panties to bed, it wasn’t allowed. Now he had to suffer her undulating against the skin of his abdomen, moving so the hair that trailed down from the center of his chest to the V of his thighs rubbed her pleasantly.

  “Hmm, so tempting,” he replied, squeezing her ass, “but I can’t. Besides, don’t you have a meeting today?”

  “I do,” she pouted, ‘but I doubt I’ll be able to think about anything except last night.”

  “Then let me help you,” he said, slapping her ass and carefully setting her on her feet. “Tonight we’re going to use the gold clamps,” he informed her with a wicked grin.

  “No, honey,” she cried, stomping her foot. “I told you I don’t care for them.”

  “Too bad. Tonight I’m going to tease and suck these sweet little nipples until they’re hard and achy, and then clamp them to keep them that way for a good long time,” he promised. He stalked her across the kitchen as she backed away from him. “Maybe,” he teased, “if you’re especially well behaved, I’ll finally fuck your tight little ass.”

  Claire backed up so quickly she stumbled and Travis caught her before she could fall swinging her up and into his arms.

  “Are you scared, baby?” he asked grinning as he carried her to the bedroom.

  “Well, geeze, you’re plotting my torture,” she cried when he dropped her on the bed.

  “I’m plotting my pleasure, our pleasure,” he insisted, leaning over and kissing her on the nose. “Now get moving before I change my mind and stay home.”

  Claire jumped off the bed and headed to her room to shower. They met up in the living room and she looked at him warily.

  “Still thinking about last night,” he asked as he straightened his tie in the foyer mirror.

  “No, now I’m worrying about tonight,” she complained before sipping her cold coffee.

  Travis laughed.

  “The important thing is you’ll be thinking about me all day,” he pointed out, pulling her close for a kiss. “See you tonight, sweetheart.”

  “Unless I get a better offer,” she sassed, yelping when he swatted her a good one.

  “There is no better combination than you and I, Claire,” he said seriously before he closed the door behind him.

  ***

  Those were the words Claire thought about as she went through her day. She had a joint meeting with her architect and contractor, going over details to make sure they were all on the same page. After stopping at the bank, she grabbed a latte and headed to the park where she ran into Jeannie and Charlie.

  “Wow, you’re looking good,” Jeannie said with a wink. “Anyone would think you had a new man in your life.”

  “Not a new man, just a new business venture,” Claire replied, taking a seat on the bench.

  “You got the building!” Jeannie exclaimed. “That’s wonderful. I wondered why I haven’t seen you around.”

  “Yes, I got the building,
” Claire laughed, “and I’m going full steam ahead.”

  “Really, that’s great, Claire. I’m so happy for you,” Jeannie said giving Claire a quick hug.

  “Thanks. I have a proposition for you,” Claire said, after hugging her back.

  “Shoot. Charlie, do not eat that,” she hollered to her son, sighing in relief when he ran to the trash can and shot it away. “So what’s on your mind?”

  “I’m going to need help, Jeannie.”

  “Well sure, you’re going to need lots of staff, teachers and caregivers, office help, a cook or two, maintenance, the works.”

  “Yes, but what I’m going to need most is a second in command. That’s where you come in.”

  “Me?”

  “Jeannie, I see how you are with Charlie and how well you treat the other children in the park. You’re smart, articulate and talented. I know at heart you’re a writer, but you could still do that too. I mean you do most of your writing at night after Charlie goes to bed anyway.”

  “Claire, I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes, please,” Claire said smiling. “I really need someone like you, Jeannie or I’ll never get a day off. There will be meetings I’ll have to attend, seminars and such and I need someone I can trust to be in charge when I’m gone. Please tell me you’ll at least think about it.”

  “Oh my God, are you kidding,” Jeannie screamed. “Of course I’ll do it. It’s a dream come true.”

  “There is one other thing I feel very strongly about,” Claire continued looking down.

  “Oh no,” Jeannie sighed.

  “Yes, I hope it doesn’t change your mind. You see I know how much you like your little studio apartment and it’s very cute, don’t get me wrong, but I’d really like you to consider moving into the building. I’m having most of the second floor converted into an apartment for me and of course Jackson has his apartment on that floor too. The thing is the entire third floor will be vacant and that seems such a waste, so I told the contractor to go ahead and make a nice two-bedroom apartment up there with an office. I’m counting on you and Charlie to move in. I hope you don’t mind.”