Wicked Weekend

by Gillian Archer

  A large four-poster bed loomed in front of her. She couldn’t handle the implications of its presence right now. She avoided looking at it as she disrobed quickly, folded all her clothes and left them on a chaise lounge out of the way.

  A quick glance down her body showed her the same plump curves she saw in the mirror every day. Apparently she hadn’t been visited by her fairy godmother. She quickly sucked in her tummy and tried to hold herself in the most flattering position. That annoying little voice in the back of her head told her she wouldn’t be able to hold the position all night, especially when they got horizontal later. Her breath left her in a whoosh and her shoulders slumped. Oh God. What if he took one look at her fleshy shape and ran the other way?

  Her stomach was a riot of nerves as she licked her lips and took stock of her surroundings. Aside from the one she had entered through, two other doors took up space on the opposite wall. Windows, no doubt giving the best view in the daylight of the surrounding mountains, dominated the wall opposite the bed. The bed where she would let Jamie—no, Jay—do naughty, wonderful things to her. She shook her head. Focus! The only free corner was a little space next to the door to the en-suite bathroom. She hurried over to it and pressed her nose against the wall. Considering what she had agreed to let him do, she didn’t want to anger him further. Or did she? She shivered at the thought.

  Lauren tried to control her breathing as she contemplated the upcoming night. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She had dreamt about it for so long. Oh God, what if it was one of those things better left as a fantasy? Something that could never be as good as she thought it should be. Had she set herself up for failure here? What if Jamie—Jay, she had to think of him as Jay now—what if Jay was disappointed with her? She really wanted to do well, to be the bottom he wanted.

  Her whole body tensed when she heard the door open. She wanted to look. Every muscle in her body ached to turn around. But she stood still, hands at the small of her back, her nose pressed against the wall, waiting for his approval. As the seconds ticked by in silence, the anticipation built to an excruciating level. She knew he was standing right behind her. She could feel his presence, his eyes roving over her. What was he thinking? Was he disappointed in her body? Had he hoped she’d be a little more toned? Her whole body flushed under the intense pressure of his gaze.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  Her mind blanked. Should she answer? Was she supposed to know what was going on? “I’m sorry, sir.” Her voice came out tremulous and thready.

  She knew without looking that he had turned and walked away from her. What had she done? Did she say the wrong thing? How should she have answered?

  “Come here.”

  Lauren turned and found him sitting on the edge of the bed still fully clothed, looking as gorgeous as ever. Aside from the frown creasing his forehead. She hesitantly walked over and stood trembling before him. She didn’t know if she should stand or kneel. Should she clasp her hands behind her? Why wouldn’t he give her any clue as to what to do? He just sat there staring at her with a disapproving scowl. Whatever she was doing it obviously wasn’t what he wanted. Her heart thundered in her ears. She didn’t want to disappoint him.

  “Get over my knee. Now!”

  She scrambled to obey, laying her torso over his thighs and resting her head on the bed next to his hips.

  “That’s not the correct position.”

  Lauren gasped as he shifted her forward onto his knees and pushed her upper body toward the ground, forcing her bottom up into the air. She immediately felt vulnerable and a tension descended in her stomach. She just knew he was staring at her pink bits. Did he like what he saw? She should have spent more time on the stair master. She always thought her ass was too wide—it definitely wasn’t her best feature. Why had she chosen this as her intro into BDSM?

  And why wasn’t he doing anything? She hovered in tense silence, waiting for his next move.

  She waited… And waited…

  And just when she was about to ask what was wrong, he placed his hand on her right cheek, rubbing it lightly. She flinched.

  “I want you to remember that you asked for this. This is what you wanted.” His hand left her and her skin prickled at the absence. Without any further warning, his hand descended on her ass.

  Smack!

  The sound reverberated around the room. Lauren winced, but the pain of the impact was brief and flashed away. Wow, that wasn’t so bad.

  “We’re going to twenty. I want you to count out loud.”

  Lauren swallowed then cleared her throat. “One.”

  “Good girl.”

  His praise made her smile. But her smile quickly left her face with his next blow.

  Smack!

  Her ass tingled, but her sex began to throb at either the attention or the noise. She wasn’t quite sure.

  Smack!

  “Th-three.”

  “Uh-uh. It doesn’t count if it’s not counted aloud.”

  Oh God, she was going to have to start paying attention. “Two.”

  He grunted in reply.

  Smack!

  She kept up her running total, counting out every spank. He varied his blows, always hitting a different part of her bottom, or changing it up to strike the opposite cheek. She never knew where his hand was going to fall, but it always did with a burning intensity. And she loved it. Endorphins raced through her body, and her shoulders lost the tension she had been carrying around for who knows how long. The lower half of her body tingled and pulsed with sensation. Her sex grew damp and needy at the different emotions coursing through her that she didn’t know how to process.

  Just over the halfway mark, he paused and rubbed her bottom with a light circular stroke. “You doing okay, kitten?”

  She squirmed in his lap. Her heated, sensitive skin made his caresses more potent. More, she wanted more. “Yes, sir,” she panted.

  “Well, now that the warm-up is through—”

  Smack!

  White-hot fire blazed a trail over her right buttock. She gasped and her eyes crossed. Was that his hand or did he just use a paddle? Tossing a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw no implement, just two very large hands. Her eyes met his briefly and saw a stern warning reflecting back at her. “Twelve,” she breathed, not wanting to earn an extra swat like one of those again.

  Smack!

  Lauren dropped her head, closed her eyes and focused on breathing. Breathing and counting. She could do this. She wanted it. Hovering in a strange place where pain and arousal combined to form a surprising firestorm of sensation, she no longer knew which way was up. She only knew she never wanted him to stop. Never wanted this feeling to end.

  “Twenty!”

  She panted, lost for breath and aching for something just out of her reach. Lauren moaned, wanting, needing release. She moved her legs restlessly and groaned at the sparks that flew from that little movement. Her ass might smart from the spanking but her pussy throbbed with a different kind of ache.

  Slowly she became aware of her surroundings. The feeling of Jay’s legs beneath her, his hand softly caressing her tingling, aching behind. His fingers swirled and danced over her bottom, teasing but never quite making contact with her sex. She bit back another moan. More than anything, she wanted him to touch her there. But his fingers continued their teasing dance. Impatient, she shook her hips, trying to encourage his touch where she wanted.

  Smack!

  Lauren flinched at the contact and groaned.

  “Naughty girl. Who’s in control here?”

  “You are, Jay.”

  “That’s right. I’ll touch my cunt when I’m ready.”

  She nodded. Something about his words, his gruff voice made her melt inside. God, he had total control over her. She wanted, needed him to touch her there. She urged him mentally, willing him to read her mind. Everything she was, everything she wanted rested between her thighs. She felt hollow and empty, aching for him.
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  After a few more endless minutes of teasing, his fingers finally made contact with her dripping, tingling pussy. She moaned as he ran his fingers up and down her slit. Never advancing any farther than that.

  “Naughty, kitten. You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a slut.”

  Her thighs clenched at his words. She wrapped her arms around his leg and arched her hips, wishing he would touch her deeper and put an end to her torment.

  “Is that what you are, kitten? Are you a slut?” His rough, callused fingers delved deeper. A wet slurping sound answered his question for her. He tsked. “You are. A naughty little slut.”

  Lauren groaned at his words, at his touch, at the sound of fingers provoking her wet pussy, at her tingling bottom. She was in total sensory overload. She’d never been this turned on. Or this vulnerable.

  God, she wanted to come.

  Smack!

  “None of that.”

  None of what? What had she done? Before she could even open her mouth to ask—

  Smack!

  “You don’t get to thrust back your little hips on my fingers. I control the speed. I’ll decide when you’re ready to come.”

  Her ass tingled and her pussy throbbed. He withdrew his fingers abruptly.

  She moaned at the loss.

  “I think you need another lesson in control. Get up.”

  She shivered at his hard voice and scrambled to obey. She needed to please him. If he were happy with her, he’d let her come, give her some measure of relief.

  She stood before him and fought the urge to finish herself off. She didn’t have to be told that that was off-limits. She couldn’t even imagine the punishment he’d come up with if she dared to take that from him.

  “Kneel there.” He pointed to the carpet a few feet away. She dropped to her knees as directed. Jay circled around her, pausing every few moments to fondle her breasts or pet her ass. Her entire body was a throbbing, pulsing erogenous zone. She was so close—if he’d just give her a few more strokes…

  Jay reached into his pocket and pulled out two pairs of tweezers with dangling crystal beads sparkling from the ends. What the hell were those for? Was he going to watch as she plucked her eyebrows?

  He must have seen the confusion on her face because he explained, “These little guys are nipple clamps. These should help keep you in the right frame of mind, remind you who is in control. But they can’t go on just yet.”

  Lauren sucked in a breath. She’d read enough erotica to know what was coming next.

  “You need to prepare your nipples for them.”

  Lauren closed her eyes and grasped her nipples between her fingers. She gently rolled them, plucking them, trying to get them ready.

  “Harder. Pinch them harder.”

  Lauren winced but obeyed. She handled her nipples roughly. Her entire body throbbed as she played with her breasts.

  “There’s a good girl. Maybe these will prove a good deterrent to keep you from behaving like such a little slut.” He reached for her breasts and placed the rubber tong ends over one of her nipples and with his thumb pushed up the slider bar. The clamp bit at her nipple and made her constantly aware of her state of arousal. He quickly applied the other clamp and her breasts throbbed in counterpoint to the pulsing in her lower body.

  Lauren looked up at Jay in silent agony. She wanted to come. Her entire being hovered at the pinnacle; it wouldn’t take much to send her over the peak. If he’d just touch her, give her a little relief. He stared back at her with a warm expression, the edges of his lips lifted in a slight smile.

  “Good girl.” He rubbed a thumb over her lips. “Good girl.” He bent down and covered her mouth with his, taking her lips in a ravishing kiss. Just when she thought she might come from his kiss alone, he pulled away.

  She moaned at the loss.

  He patted her cheek and walked away. Lauren watched him go, unable to keep the whimper inside. He grabbed something from the nightstand and sat on the edge of bed again.

  “Come.”

  For a moment she wasn’t sure if that was a “come here” or a command to orgasm. As she opened her mouth to ask, he pointed at the ground in front of him. With a sigh of relief, she stood uncertainly and walked toward him. She faltered after just two steps. The motion caused her breasts to bounce, making her constrained nipples throb in opposition. Her pussy pulsed in response.

  She could do this. God, he looked so hot sitting there with that smug grin on his face. She could tell that he was getting off on her torment. Truth be told, so was she. Release hovered just out of reach. And she knew the only way she was coming was if she followed his directions exactly and let him control her body. Her pussy tingled at the thought.

  With renewed determination, she gingerly walked to him, stopping between his knees.

  “Good girl.”

  She beamed at his praise.

  “Kneel down.”

  Lauren gritted her teeth at the prospect of jostling her breasts that much but obeyed wordlessly.

  “Put this on me. Do not remove my jeans, do not touch anything other than my cock.” He handed her a condom and lay back on his elbows, watching her with an enigmatic expression, his brows lifted.

  Lauren took the condom from him and placed it on the ground next to her. Opening his jeans, she reached inside and found him commando. No boxers or briefs barred her from grasping his erection in her hands. His very impressive erection. Holding him in one hand, quite a bit of flesh still rose over the top of her palm. More than anything, she wanted to have that inside her. Somewhere. Anywhere. Preferably from behind while he smacked her still-burning ass. God, she was such a tramp. Never before had she salivated over a guy’s erection. With very little urging, she would happily give him a sloppy blow job. Her pussy creamed even more at the thought.

  Focus. She had to focus. The sooner she had him sheathed, the sooner she’d get some relief. She let go of him to grapple with the condom wrapper. When she couldn’t get it open with her blunt fingernails, she tore it open with her teeth. A trickle of satisfaction ran through her at that victory until she turned back to face Jay. She had never done this before. She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination but all her previous lovers had taken care of this little step. Taking a deep breath, she tried to look confident as she grasped him in her left hand and placed the rolled-up condom on the head with her right. Vaguely, she remembered a long-forgotten lecture from health class. She pinched the nipple of the condom and rolled the remainder down his very impressive erection. When she finished, she couldn’t help but toss a smug grin at Jay.

  “Perfect, kitten.” He placed his hands next to his hips and pushed himself backward until he lay prone on the bed. “Climb aboard. Let’s see how many times we can make you come before I do.”

  Chapter Four

  Lauren resisted the urge to snort. Some women might be able to have multiples, but she wasn’t one of them. Right now she’d be very happy with one. One big one. It wouldn’t take much—she vibrated with sexual tension.

  Crawling across the bed, Lauren knelt next to Jay’s hips. She felt like a harem girl called to serve her master. The contrast of her naked skin next to his fully clothed body made her even more aware of her submissive state. He had total control over her, over them, over whatever would happen next.

  She swung her leg over his hips, lined him up with her opening and pressed down. She caught her breath as his large cock pierced her slick pussy. It pushed against the walls of her pussy, filling her to brink. She panted, lost in the feeling of him inside her for the first time. When he was buried to the hilt, she paused and looked down at Jay’s face. He stared back at her with undeniable hunger in his eyes. She lifted herself and slid up his cock.

  “Stop.”

  She froze at his command and whimpered. He wasn’t going to let her come. She was never going to get relief.

  “I didn’t say to move, now did I?”


  Lauren groaned in reply.

  “What was that?” he growled. His hands came up to grip her hips, keeping her locked in place.

  “No, sir,” she answered weakly. Lauren tried to listen but she couldn’t stop herself from squeezing the tip of his cock.

  Smack!

  He slapped her ass before she even realized one of his hands had left her hip. “Now listen to me and stop behaving like a naughty little slut.”

  “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

  He chuckled. “That didn’t take long. One stroke and you’re already begging.” He pulled her back down his cock until her pussy kissed the zipper of his jeans. The abrasive sensation drove her wild. But Lauren wanted to move. She needed the friction that would have her coming before she was three strokes in. If she could just—

  Smack!

  “You need to pay attention.” Jay gave her a stern look and plucked at her distended nipple.

  Her nipple burned. Lauren bit her lip to keep a whimper from escaping.

  “Are you going to be a good girl? Or are you going to keep acting like a petulant little cunt?”

  His dirty talk had her head spinning. Heat shot through her pussy, jolting her. She’d never had anyone talk to her this way before. But the words and his tone made her throb. God, he was good. Could he talk her into an orgasm?

  Trying to make him happy, Lauren sat on top of him and didn’t move. She stared into his eyes as they both sat frozen in time.

  “There’s a good kitten.” Jay lifted his hand and stroked the side of her face. She practically purred as she leaned into his caress. There was very little she wouldn’t do to make the man happy. His words of praise made her even warmer inside. “I want you to lean back. Arch your back and support yourself on your hands.”

  Lauren obeyed. As she stretched back, Jay watched her from beneath hooded eyes with a gaze that didn’t miss anything. She felt so open and exposed, spread before him. Finally, after an endless moment, he reached up and began to play with her clit, tapping and stroking until she was gasping for air.