“You like my hands on you,” he mumbled.
“Yes,” she said in a throaty voice, “Sir.”
“And I like them on you.” He nuzzled her nape.
“Mmm,” she murmured. She could sense the dampness between her legs even in the shower. His erection poked into her butt and the thought of him entering her from behind made her pulse thrum.
“Breathe, Alyx,” he reminded her for like the twelfth time since she’d met him. She was afraid to breathe, she was so close to coming she feared if she didn’t hold everything tightly together she’d shatter into a million pieces.
He turned her around twice, letting the spitting jets remove the soapsuds from her skin and a small wave of dizziness set her off balance. Daniel trailed his hand down her stomach and rammed two fingers into her vagina. Alyx gasped loudly and everything inside her exploded in a rush of heat.
“Bad girl,” Daniel growled into her ear. “You did not have permission to come.” Alyx couldn’t answer as her body trembled with the last shudders of her orgasm.
After she calmed, she muttered, “Sorry, Sir. I-I, you snuck up and I couldn’t concentrate.”
“Hmm… well, I’ll have to add a few more swats onto your spanking tonight.”
Ugh, she’d forgotten all about the promised spanking. And she’d totally lost count of how many swats she’d supposedly earned. No way. She wouldn’t let herself be subjected to that humiliation. Although isn’t that what she’d said about shoving something up her butt?
Daniel washed her hair and his finger’s soothing strokes on her scalp felt incredibly erotic. Shit. Was there anything this man did that wasn’t sensual? Other than at a salon, no one had washed her hair since she’d been a little kid. The only one she could remember doing it was Greta, their housekeeper.
Alyx returned to her room in one of Daniel’s white tailored shirts. He wouldn’t allow her underwear for the rest of tonight, he’d said. Alyx protested, saying she didn’t want to walk around in front of Lydia and Mason without any underwear on, but Daniel had pretty much told her to stop whining. She dried her hair and applied blush and mascara, and left her hair down, arranging it in curls that cascaded over her shoulders. She felt feminine in a way she’d never experienced before.
Lydia made them Fettuccine Carbonara for dinner with cold asparagus in a light vinaigrette dressing. Daniel lit the candles on the table then poured two glasses of a delightful Pinot Noir, which he actually served slightly chilled. They ate at the outdoor table and watched the sun set together. Seagulls soared across the darkening sky, their discordant cries disrupting the ocean’s peaceful mood.
Finished with dinner, Lydia cleared their places and they sat a while longer, sipping their wine and talking about the general state of world politics, getting into a serious discussion about the absurdities of America’s dysfunctional Congress. Lydia came back out and said her goodnights. Alone with the handsome doctor now, she wondered what playing in the TV room would entail. Not knowing what he was going to do to her raised her anxiety level up to red. He was so damn good at keeping her on the edge of arousal.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, rising from the table and extending his hand.
* * *
Daniel escorted Alyx into his den. She looked sexy as hell in his white shirt and yet he couldn’t wait to rip it off her. She was so fucking responsive and he needed to teach her more control. She’d climaxed too easily in the shower and her orgasms wouldn’t be as satisfying if he didn’t let the tension build sufficiently before allowing her release. Any Dom worth his salt knew that, and it would be his challenge tonight.
“I thought the room where I met you was the TV room? There’s a TV in there,” Alyx said.
“That’s the living room. This is where I usually hang out on the rare occasions when I have time.”
“Oh.”
“I recorded 60 Minutes.”
Relief was on her face, as she said, “I thought you were going to make me watch porn.”
“Why would I be interested in porn when I have the real thing to play with?” As soon as the words left his lips he knew he’d screwed up.
Her face flared with anger. “What the fuck?” she began. Daniel put his fingers over her lips before she gave him a huge tongue-lashing, one he totally deserved, and besides he had other intentions for her tongue tonight.
“I’m sorry. That was a terrible thing to say. I meant it as a joke but I realize it was totally insulting. The reason we’re doing this is for the greater good. I promise I won’t lose sight of that.”
He secured her hands in his, uncurling her fisted fingers, lacing his through hers. He tucked them into his chest. “Please, Alyx, don’t be mad. It was an asinine thing to say, even in jest.”
Her eyes softened and she sighed. The fire in her eyes quelled. “Fine. But be careful, mister. You’re in sensitive territory. As much as I’m a willing participant, don’t for one second compare me to a hooker or porn star. If we were in a real relationship, none of this shit would be happening.”
“I get it,” he said, pulling her hands to his mouth and kissing her knuckles one at a time. But he wasn’t entirely sure truth lingered in her words. Perhaps she enjoyed this more than she was willing to admit to herself. Her eyes had darkened, but quickly lightened and his heart sped up. He needed to move away from this line of thought and fast.
“I’m going to have a scotch. Want one?” Daniel released her and walked behind the bar. He pulled out a bottle from the shelf and perched it atop the shiny gray marble.
“Why not?”
“How do you like it?”
“Lots of ice and a little water,” Alyx said, perching herself on a bar stool.
“Great minds think alike.” He poured about three fingers of the golden liquid into old-fashioned cut-crystal glasses and filled them with ice. He splashed in an inch of water from the nearby tap and swirled the contents of both glasses with his long index finger. “Suck,” he said, putting his finger on her sexy full lips. Alyx wrapped her lips around his wet finger and slurped the oaky liquid off. “Practice for later,” he said with a wink. Alyx flushed crimson.
Handing her a glass, he ushered her toward the black leather sectional couch facing the sixty-inch television screen. He picked up the remote and selected the title from the DVR menu. Daniel sat and patted the cushion next to him and she complied. “Normally, as a submissive, you would kneel at my feet.”
Alyx sipped her drink. She placed it on the brown leather-topped coffee table a little too forcefully, her brow knitted. He knew she was about to give him a ration of shit about what he’d just said. Great, he’d pissed her off twice already tonight, things were going downhill faster than a speed racer. “You have permission to speak freely until we start the scene, then you’re back in protocol.”
“Seriously?” she began.
Here it comes, thought Daniel. He braced himself.
“At your feet? On my knees? On the floor? While you sit comfortably on the couch? That’s absurd. Who would find that acceptable behavior?”
“Alyx, I’m not going to keep arguing with you about why these behaviors are satisfying to both parties, and I’ll emphasize that again, both parties, it simply is, and either you’re going to comply or not. When you’re at the club, you will most likely be kneeling at your Dom’s feet whenever you are not actively participating in a scene. When you’re not, and your Dom wants to leave you alone for a few minutes, he’ll chain you to the floor in the submissives’ waiting area.”
“What are they? Cavemen?” she said, then added a sigh. She hung her head in her hands.
“Be quiet,” he said too seriously, “the show has started.” He put his arm around her and pulled her in close and their debate ended for the moment. He’d decided one thing for sure, he had to bring her to the club one night in order for her to grasp the significance of what would be expected there. He didn’t seem to have much success co
nvincing her what acceptable behavior would be for the club. Tomorrow, he’d call Jack and Rob Scarborough and inform them of his plan. The club only opened Thursday through Saturday, and he wanted to give her a wake-up call, fast. Thursday, it would be then.
Alyx snuggled under his arm, her head on his shoulder, occasionally reaching for her drink and then returning it to the table. “Oh,” she said, abruptly sitting upright in response to a commercial. “The new James Bond movie. I’m dying to see it. It just opened.”
Daniel was thankful her mood had improved. “A fan of the Bond man, huh?”
“I love spy movies. They’re my favorite. The Bourne Identity, Mission Impossible. I can never get enough.”
Daniel marveled at her childlike enthusiasm for the movies, then settled her back on his chest with a hug. She felt so right in his arms, so flawless, the perfect mixture of lethal woman and errant child. The closing credits scrolled across the screen and Daniel flicked off the television with the remote. He picked up a different control and pointed it at the wall’s red electronic eye. The lights lowered and music emanated from the surround-sound speakers. Alyx startled, then composed herself.
“Smooth move, Sir.”
“Lose the shirt and I want you on your knees in front of me. You’re back in protocol. Is that clear?”
Alyx swallowed hard and the pulse in her neck throbbed in response to his commands. This was the key, he needed to keep her off kilter, a little more fear, she definitely responded appropriately to his authoritative tone.
“Answer me,” he barked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said and jumped to her feet. She reached for the hem of his white shirt and quickly pulled it over her head and tossed it on the couch. Sinking to her knees, she immediately assumed the slave position, her hands upturned, her eyes fixed to the floor.
“Excellent. Do not move.” Daniel rose and walked to the entertainment center and opened the drawer where he’d stashed his toys and a towel earlier in the day. She turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him. Nervousness oozed out of her. Perfect. He stopped behind the bar and ripped a paper towel from the dispenser.
Behind her back, he laid the over-sized white bath towel across the coffee table, then reseated himself on the couch and placed his toy bag on the floor. He pulled his blue polo shirt over his head, placing it on top of his tailored white shirt. He opened the top button of his jeans, his erection threatening to escape the confines of the denim. Alyx’s eyes remained focused on his bare feet. The heat wafting off her felt like a smoldering fire.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, sitting on the edge of the cushion. Her sweet face shifted upwards, her eyes dark blue again, like the ocean. He rested his chin on his steepled fingers.
“First, you will get the spanking I promised, and instead of it being a punishment spanking it will be for fun and should heighten your arousal for what comes next. Tonight we’re going to play with toys, Alyx, and then I will fuck your mouth.” Her body stiffened. Somehow he doubted what she said about not being good at oral sex. He couldn’t imagine her lips on him would be anything but divine. Taking hold of her shoulders, he ran his fingers over them and then down the outsides of her arms. A tremble passed through her.
“When you are at the club, spankings and the use of butt plugs are common practices, so there will be no way to avoid them, the same goes for oral and anal sex, which I explained to you earlier. Toys are also popular and I will attempt to introduce you to as many as I can before the week is out. I will also tell you which ones to avoid. And that goes for ball gags and the use of anything sharp—no blood or chemical play, you’re too inexperienced and I doubt you’d like them anyway. Those should be hard limits for you. Understood?”
“No problem with that, Sir,” she affirmed.
“Right answer. Do you have a vibrator at home?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why? I thought most women had one in their nightstand.”
“I don’t know, Sir. I just never got around to getting one.”
“Then this should be quite a treat and I’ll let you take it home with you.” He couldn’t read her expression. Terror or excitement? Perhaps both.
“But first you get a new plug, which will enhance your enjoyment when I spank you.” He knew her anxiety level was peaking. Good.
“On your feet,” he commanded. She rose slowly. Grabbing her by the hips, he faced her away from him and pushed her toward the knee-high table. “Hands and knees on the table. Rest your head on your forearms, ass in the air.”
Alyx climbed onto the towel atop the hard table and got into position.
“Excellent, now spread your legs.” He helped her move her knees apart until her butt cheeks were open far enough. “The new plug is bigger than the one you have now,” he explained. Using the paper towel he grasped the old one by its tail and pulled it out. “I think we only need to go one size bigger before I will be able to take your ass.”
Squirting the cool lube along her crack, he gently stroked the slick gel around her hole. He ripped open the wrapper and drizzled lube over the plug then grasped it by its flat tail and pressed it against the ring of muscle. “Push back,” he reminded her. He twirled it slightly and pushed it inside. Her gasp excited him.
“Good girl,” he said, rubbing her beautiful ass cheeks with his hands. He could barely wait to see the red glow on her bottom from his imminent spanking.
He stood and slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her off the table. “Up you go, pet,” he said. On her feet, facing him, he searched her face for signs of her mood. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she said unconvincingly. “Sir.”
“Give me a color.”
“Uh, gr…een.
“Good girl.”
Daniel sat and took Alyx with him, slinging her over his lap and trapping her legs between his. He positioned her adorable ass squarely on his thigh and pushed her head toward the floor with his other hand. “Like Howie Day said in his apropos song last night—brace yourself. Put your hands on the floor.” She squirmed and writhed on his lap and he placed his left hand over her back, pinning her in place.
“Sir,” she yelled. “I don’t want to do this. Please let me up.”
“No, Alyx, this is something you have to endure. Trust me, I think you’ll feel differently when I’m done.” He rubbed and squeezed the soft skin of her beautiful ass to bring the blood to the surface. Alyx continued to squirm under his firm hold. “For a punishment spanking I would normally make you count. But since I’ve changed this to an erotic spanking I will decide when to stop.”
He continued to massage her soft skin, running a finger down her ass crack, and giving the plug a little twist. Alyx squeaked in response. He rubbed his palm back and forth across the backs of her thighs.
“Please, no, Sir,” she pleaded. “I don’t want you to spank me.”
His hand came down on the right cheek of her ass and she screeched. “Ow, that hurts.”
“It’s supposed to, Alyx. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain and I will find that line for you. If you relax into it, it will hurt less.” His palm rested on her lower back, his legs immobilizing her. A whimper escaped her as she continued to struggle. The next swat hit her on the left butt cheek. She yelped. The third hit across both cheeks on the under curve. This time she stayed quiet. In between swats he rubbed her warm skin lovingly, letting her recover from the sting of each slap. After ten swats, he figured she’d probably had enough and he slipped his finger between her soft folds. Soaking wet. Delicious.
“See, baby, you’re incredibly turned on. You’re so wet, so slick. I can hardly wait to bury my dick inside that sweet spot of yours.” His palm on her ass, he fanned his fingers out, tiny touches of his fingertips teasing at her quivering core. Rethinking his original plan, he decided she deserved a reward for enduring her first spanking. “I’m going to allow you to come now, Alyx.” He worked his fingers over her clit, stroking and pinching the tiny nub until s
he purred. Thrusting two fingers inside her he felt her clench around his fingers and her panting breath told him she was there. “Let it go, baby.” Her arms wrapped around his leg and she pressed her face against his calf and groaned. The heat of her mouth nearly sent him over the edge.
Drawing out the last few shudders from her, he pinched her clit once more and then placed his hand on the flaming skin of her ass and gently massaged her cheeks until she calmed.
“Fuck,” she muttered against his leg and the hairs on his calf prickled.
Reaching an arm around her waist, he settled her on his lap. Tears drifted down her face and he rubbed them away with his thumb, then kissed her wet cheeks.
“I’m so proud of you.” He hugged her tightly to his chest and kissed the top of her head. He waited a minute then reached for her chin. Tipping her head back, he kissed her. The salty taste aroused him further and he probed the depth of her lush mouth with his tongue. Shit. She made him so hot. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to last before driving his dick into her.
* * *
Alyx’s heart pounded so fiercely against her chest it threatened to erupt. First the butt plug and now a spanking. If anyone had tried to convince her either of these would be such a turn-on she would have laughed. Well, probably not actually laughed. But Daniel had been right. He’d sent her to heights she’d never attained. She had no idea. There were orgasms and then there were Orgasms with a capital O. Shit. With two of her past boyfriends she’d never even had one tiny orgasm and faking them had gotten tedious.
“You, okay?” Daniel whispered against her eyelashes. Alyx shivered at his warm breath. She pulled back and clasped his face and drew him in for another kiss. The man sure could kiss. She could spend all day with their tongues intertwined.
Breaking their kiss, he said, “I’ll take that as a yes.” His face wore a playful frown. “Be careful, sweetheart, you’re topping from the bottom.”
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