Undone Rebel

by Lila Dubois

  Addie bent her knees, resting her belly against his leg and then sliding her upper body forward, the denim rough against her skin. Her shoulders and cheek lay on the leather ottoman. She hugged the sides with her arms.

  “Bend your knees, legs together. Put your toes on the floor.”

  Addie could just see Lane out of the corner of her eye. He pulled a brush from his waistband. It was a simple, square wood-backed hairbrush with black boar bristles.

  The cool wood of the brush’s back rubbed over her right ass cheek. “Do you remember what I said, that there’s a difference between a spanking for pleasure and one for punishment?”

  “Yes.” The words puffed against the ottoman. Addie’s pussy lips, pressed between her closed thighs, were throbbing in need despite her recent orgasm. She couldn’t deny that she liked it when he took that harsh, commanding tone with her.

  “If this were for pleasure I would play with your pussy before, make sure you were close to orgasm, maybe put a vibrating egg in that sweet little puss so you’d come while I spanked you.”

  Addie bit her lower lip. That sounded good, really good. Why wouldn’t he do it already?

  “But that’s not what this is. This is punishment, for disobeying and for hiding yourself from me. Do you understand?” The hairbrush was now circling her left ass cheek.

  “Yes.”

  Hurry up.

  “After each spank you’ll count and thank me. Since this is a formal punishment you’ll say, ‘One, thank you, Master Lane.’ Repeat it.”

  “One, thank you,” Addie paused, licked her lip, “Master Lane.”

  Smack.

  The brush cracked down on her right ass cheek. Addie went still in shock. That hurt. The sting of the slap on her skin was followed by a deeper throb in her ass muscle.

  “Ouch! Are you insane?” Addie lifted her shoulders, elbows braced on the ottoman. “That hurts.”

  “You thought it wouldn’t?” Lane’s face was a cool mask, registering none of the remorse or regret she expected.

  “I mean, it really hurts.”

  “It’s punishment.”

  “You, you can’t do this.” Addie’s breath picked up speed. Now she was afraid.

  “You were warned. You were told there would be physical contact during these sessions.” Lane grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand and forced her down. “Because you failed to count, we’re starting over.”

  “Lane.”

  He pressed the bristles into her ass cheek, a thousand sharp prods. “Yes?”

  “You’re hurting me.” Her voice wavered a little.

  “You thought I wouldn’t?”

  When he said it out loud it sounded stupid that she’d banked on his liking her as a means of escaping the punishment he’d promised.

  “Addie, I may call this play, but it’s serious. You need to know that your actions have consequences, and that my orders must be obeyed.” The stab of bristles disappeared. “I’m starting again.”

  Smack. He spanked her left ass cheek.

  “One,” she took a shuddering breath, “thank you, Master Lane.”

  Smack.

  This blow landed on her right cheek, near the first strike. Addie whimpered and shook, her whole body reacting to compounded pain. She turned her face into the leather, squeezing her eyes shut.

  “Adelita.”

  “Two, thank you, Master Lane.” The words were muffled.

  He landed the next four blows in rapid succession, by the end of the set she was jumping and thrashing against him.

  “It hurts. That hurt.” Tears spilled down her face as she turned her head to the side to look at Lane.

  He said nothing, merely pressed the bristles into her ass, a pointed, prickly reminder.

  “Three, four, five, six, thank you, Master Lane.”

  “You’re taking this well.” Lane used the bristles to pull on her left ass cheek, separating it from the right so cool air flowed over her anus. “Only four more.”

  “I can’t, it hurts too much.” Each word came out as a small hiccupping sob.

  “You earned ten, so you’ll get ten.”

  Lane stroked a firm hand from her neck to the top of her ass and back. “Four more.”

  He varied the last strikes, dropping them to the soft skin at the bottom of the cheeks and directly across the crack. The fiery pain radiated up her ass and down her thighs. Each blow jiggled her ass cheeks and pussy. The sharp sting of the slaps faded a moment after each blow, but then the deeper heat spread.

  By the time he was done, Addie was a thrashing, crying mess.

  “I’m more than willing to start again,” Lane said, digging the bristles into the soft skin off her upper thigh. “Your ass is gorgeous spanked, and it will only get prettier the more I spank it.”

  “Seven.” Addie stopped to catch her breath, try to control herself. “Eightnineten. Thank you, Master Lane.”

  “I’ll let that go, it was your first spanking.”

  Lane helped her to stand, then made her turn so he could inspect her ass. He pinched it softly and Addie jumped away.

  “Come back here,” he ordered.

  Looking over her shoulder, Addie took a step back. She stood there, shuddering and shaking as he pinched and stroked her beaten ass.

  “You look good this way. I can’t promise that I won’t want to spank you again, but next time it won’t be so hard. Just enough to sting,” he spanked her ass lightly with his hand and she whimpered.

  Lane pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap and opened her legs, tucking them outside his own. Addie laid her head back on Lane’s shoulder. His fingers traced patterns along her belly and the lower swell of her breasts, staying away from her nipples and sex. In minutes, Addie was lifting her hips, thrusting into the air.

  “It turned you on when I spanked you, didn’t it?”

  “Yes.” Addie turned her lips against his neck. She wanted to kiss him, bite him, lick the sweat from his hairline.

  “What turned you on?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Not good enough, you have to think, you have to tell me.”

  “That you didn’t stop, even when I said it hurt. That was…it’s bad, but I liked it. And that you were so precise, the way you touched me, so stern.” Addie lifted her hips as his hand drifted lower, toward her sex, but his fingers trailed north, toward her breasts.

  “Please, Lane, please.”

  “What do you need?”

  “To come.”

  “I want something first.”

  “What? What? You can have anything.”

  “I want to fuck your ass.”

  Chapter Four

  Addie stilled, her abused ass falling back against Lane’s lap.

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  “I know, you told me. I want to be your first.”

  “We can’t have sex.”

  Lane grinned. She’d said can’t, as if she were blaming the contract for preventing that. That boded well for his post-C&C project plans for her. Not that he’d fuck her ass right out the gate anyway. He was a big guy.

  “I can’t fuck you with my dick, but I can still use your ass.”

  “Oh.”

  He was really coming to like the way she said that.

  “Up.” He tapped her hip until she stood and then took her hand, leading her to the bed. “I want you in the middle of the bed on your hands and knees.” He watched her climb onto the bed, which was covered by a silky cream sheet and nothing more. Her skin seemed to glow like melted caramel against it, her hair like ebony.

  You need to fuck her, you’re losing it.

  “Spread your legs, now reach between them with one hand and use two fingers to spread your pussy lips open.”

  Aware of SJ and the constantly clicking camera, Lane folded his arms, wanting to look the part of the in-control Dom. Really, he felt as if that control was ready to snap, he was so strung out from the constant cycle of boner, semi-boner,
raging-fucking-hard-on.

  He shifted to watch her fingers slide between the pink lips of her wet pussy. She spread herself, revealing the pearly moisture within, the swollen bump of her clit and the slit of her entrance. Just like that he was back to raging-fucking-hard-on.

  “Good. Stay like that.” He barked the words, harsher than he meant them to be as his own frustration raked him. Lane turned away as SJ positioned herself near the bed and snapped pictures of Addie’s reddened ass and willing-to-be-fucked position. Lane quietly unzipped his pants, adjusted his cock, and carefully zipped them again.

  Opening the bottom drawer of the toy—or maybe he should say tool—dresser, he took out a pair of gloves, a loop of thin cotton rope, lube, a narrow glass plug with barely any flare, a short, fat plug with enough differentiation between the neck and the internal bulb that it would easily stay in, and finally a small glass dildo.

  Knowing he would be the first man to take her ass, even if it he was limited to his fingers and the toys, filled him with savage satisfaction. No matter what happened, in a small way she’d always belong to him.

  He looked to SJ who nodded that she’d gotten the shot. She spoke quietly into her radio and the lights focused on the bed brightened. Addie looked at him, her hair pooled along her face, the rest of it falling in a slightly tangled black curtain. Gathering his toys in one hand, he joined her on the bed.

  “Take your fingers from your pussy and lick them clean.”

  Addie’s fingers slid out of her puss, rubbing her clit as she did. Lane shook his head.

  Naughty girl.

  He watched her delicately lick her fingers, her head twisted so she could watch him as she did it.

  “Put your hand down.”

  He dropped the toys between her knees, except for the cotton rope, which he laid across her back. Gathering her hair into a tail high on her head, he wrapped the rope around it and tied it in place. He braided the trailing ends into her hair and tied it off. When he was done, a thick, messy braid fell across her back, one long tether of the rope falling off her side to curl on the bed.

  Lane repositioned himself between her legs so he was looking at her beautiful ass. There was something wonderful about fucking a well-spanked ass. He palmed the right cheek, which was no longer hot, but she still sucked in a breath at the touch. He took the trailing rope and tugged, forcing her to lift her chin, then looped it around his left wrist in a slipknot, leaving slack so she wasn’t in danger of neck injury.

  “Anal sex is more pleasant than most women expect. The anus is quite sensitive.” Lane picked up the surgical gloves and put them on, careful not to move his left hand too much. He flicked open the lube and tipped some onto the index and middle fingers of his right hand before setting the bottle on her back, which made her twitch.

  Rubbing the lube over his index finger until it was well coated, Lane placed the heels of his hands near the seams of her ass and spread her open, parting her ass until she gasped and shivered, opening her so wide that her anus itself started to open.

  He bent his head and blew across the puckered entrance, watching it contract. With his palms holding her firmly open, Lane rubbed his thumb over her rear entrance, stroking the velvety flesh. A shudder rocked her and she tried to lower her head, only to be brought up short by the rope he’d laced through her hair.

  The tip of his index finger pressed against her anus. She clenched, trying to keep him out.

  “Relax.”

  He felt her ring of muscle loosen and pushed his fingertip in.

  “Oh, oh. Lane, this feels, I don’t know.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” she said. He pushed his index finger in to the first knuckle, then past that. “Ah, maybe.”

  “That’s just my finger, before we’re done you’re going to have a thick plug in this pretty ass.” A shudder raced down her back, and Lane knew it wasn’t pain. This woman definitely liked the hint of threat, being pushed…being mastered.

  Lane withdrew his finger entirely, then pushed it in again, this time in one smooth stroke. He started a steady rhythm, fucking her pretty ass with his finger, stopping once to drip lube directly into her. The urge to add a second finger, to force her ass open so it would take his cock, was pounding at the back of his skull.

  With a force of will he didn’t know he possessed, Lane withdrew his finger and picked up the thinner plug. “This is a thin plug, but I’m going to use it to fuck you.”

  Without giving her a chance to think about that, Lane positioned the smooth, round tip against her ass and slid it in. He watched her ass expand to take it until the bulge slid in and her anus closed around it. Giving her a minute to absorb it, he untied the rope from around his wrist and looped it around the base of the plug.

  Climbing off the bed, he grabbed a set of nipple clamps—her breasts were too sexy, he couldn’t resist playing with them—and a small vibe that fit over the tip of his finger.

  When he looked back she was moving her head…stimulating herself with the plug.

  My god, the woman is perfect.

  Lane would have given anything for this whole stupid photo shoot to be done. He didn’t want to play to the camera, didn’t want to stop himself from fucking her. He wanted to take this woman to dinner, then bring her home and when they got to the bedroom door order her to strip and get on her knees.

  Whoa. Dinner?

  That was mixing dating and BDSM and those two were things he tried to keep far apart.

  Clearly failure to ejaculate was starting to cause permanent brain damage.

  Lane climbed back on the bed, loosened the rope, and pulled the plug halfway out. As it exited her body, Addie moaned and arched her back, thrusting her ass up higher.

  Lane slid the plug in again. Working it in a slow rhythm with one hand, he reached beneath her to her gently swaying tits and attached the tweezer clamps, tightening them a bit more than he had before lunch. Addie bared her teeth for a moment, her breath hissing out as that first wave of pain hit her. Lane waited, carefully watching her reaction, but when she shuddered and thrust her ass back to meet the plug, he left them in place.

  He pulled the slender plug from her, dropping it on the bed. “This is going to be thicker, it will stretch you going in. It might hurt.” Lane lubed up the short, fat plug.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me, hurt me.”

  Ah, the battle cry of the submissive.

  Holding her ass cheeks open with the fingers of his left hand, Lane positioned the plug and applied pressure.

  “Oh, that’s big. Lane, that’s big.”

  “I know, but I want it up your ass, I want to fuck your pretty ass with it.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Her body gave, the plug sliding in, her sphincter clenching tight around the narrow neck. Lane tugged on it, felt how securely she was holding it. Through the glass base he could see the spread ring of her ass. Below that her pussy was glistening with wetness.

  “Fuck it.” He snarled, unfastening his pants.

  “Lane, what are you doing?” SJ’s question was cool, as if she were asking him to pass the salt.

  “I’m not going to fuck her.” He left his boxer briefs on. Positing his cock so it was straight up against his belly but covered by his underwear, Lane put his hand on Addie’s back. “Head down, ass up.”

  Addie dropped her head and shoulders to the mattress.

  Lane pressed the ridge of his cock into the crevice of her ass, the base of the plug. He felt the wetness from her pussy soaking through his underwear against his balls. Reaching around her leg, he flicked on the finger vibrator and pressed it to her clit.

  “Lane, Lane, oh yes.”

  Addie rocked back against him, her ass caressing the underside of his cock. It was good, but not enough. Lane grabbed her hips, held her still, and thrust.

  With each thrust he bumped the plug, shifting it in her ass as he simultaneously used the vibrator on her clit.

  They moved in tandem, Lane rea
ding her body’s responses to each thrust, each swirl of his finger, and using that information to build both their pleasures. When Addie clawed at the sheet, screaming against the satin, Lane pressed the vibrator hard against the root of her clit and jackhammered his hips against her ass.

  With a guttural cry of his own, Lane came, spilling inside his underwear.

  It felt good, but not good enough. Not as good as it would feel when he finally fucked her for real.

  Addie crossed her arms over her chest as she walked to her car, Lane at her side.

  Her nipples were still hard, nearly an hour after the powerful orgasm she’d had. Without her bra, the remains of which were in her purse on her shoulder, her nipples were vulnerable to the night air and the scrape of her starched shirt.

  It was almost ten, hours after she’d been told she’d be done for the day—not that she was complaining. What she’d experienced at Lane’s hands was, without a doubt, the best sex she’d ever had. And it hadn’t even been sex.

  “It’s late. You must be hungry.”

  “A little, mostly tired,” she said, and it was true. All she wanted to do was go home and take a bath. It would be great if she had a big whirlpool Jacuzzi instead of a crappy little tub.

  “That’s sick. Is this yours?” Lane’s hand dropped from her back as he ran ahead to trace his hands over her car’s quarter panels.

  Just like that he’d gone from sex master to normal guy, completely distracted by a pretty lady.

  “What’s her name?” He crouched to look at the tires.

  “She hasn’t told me yet. The rebuild was final three weeks ago. Which one’s yours?” Addie looked over at the luxury cars in the lot.

  “The Mercedes.” He didn’t look up from her much less expensive and technologically advanced vehicle. “Who did it? It’s great. West Coast Customs?”

  Addie laughed, “You know I work in a vintage store, right? I couldn’t afford that. I did a lot of it myself.”

  Lane popped up like a jack in the box. “You know cars too? You may be the hottest girl on the planet.”