He’d saved himself for his fighter princess.
“Over my knees.”
Bastion hauled her into place, getting the curves of her ass centred over his thighs.
“Put your hands and toes on the floor,” he ordered, telling her to assume the typical position for this kind of big girl punishment.
He would go easy on her. The twins said they’d given her a few swats and she’d responded favourably. It was such a common kink, it practically was vanilla.
Tess kicked and scratched, turning into a tiger that exploded with a flurry of limbs and resistance.
He reacted reflexively, putting a forearm to press down over the back of her shoulders. He wrapped one of his legs over hers to catch them and stop the kicking. It was one hell of a struggle.
“You brat. You asked for this!” Bastion barked out. “Use your safe word if you changed your mind. I’m not planning to pull out a paddle, just my damn hand over your jeans.”
Tess bit his leg, showing him how she wanted to use her mouth.
Fuck!
He didn’t wait a moment longer for her to speak the safe word.
His hand smacked down hard, more difficult to judge the strength needed when she kept wiggling.
The sound of it only seemed to fuel her sudden fury. She let go of his thigh with her teeth and used her mouth to curse him out as good as he’d ever badmouthed someone pre-fight to unnerve them.
“That’s all you got, Sebastian? No wonder Kade could knock you over with one slap. Ask him to buy you a helmet next time, so we can stop your brain from getting slapped out of your ears.”
“It’s boxing and Kade used his fist,” Bastion ground out. He kept up timed smacks on Tess’s wiggling ass, finding a rhythm now that he had her pinned. “A helmet doesn’t stop a concussion from a blow when your brain is a floating organ within a fixed skull on all sides, bouncing around like ball tethered to a stick, smarty pants. Good thing you’re not tutoring me in biology.”
“War likes my biology lessons just fine. Did you see the wood he had for me in the jet? He said he was hard for my fucking mind. He thinks my brain is sexy,” Tess spat after hissing against a particularly sharp smack where thigh met bum.
Bastion smacked that spot again.
“You are smart, Theresa. Smartass and smart mouth, too. I’m not going to let either of those cute bits get in the way of your head doing the thinking for you.”
Her wiggles changed to tightening, the spanking finally making itself felt. She gasped.
“Fuuuuck, Sebastian,” was mumbled against his leg, almost as if she didn’t want him to hear it.
She had said his full name, the mouthy brat, so she still must have intended it. Her tongue and brain weren’t playing well together.
He added another hard smack and then lightened his intensity, well aware that anything he delivered to her bottom now was over and above the message he’d wanted to give her.
“Much as I love hearing ‘Sebastian’ on your lips when you’re over my knees, I expect a different address.”
He smacked her bottom, softer, revisiting areas he had already made tender.
“Not Bossy.” Smack. “Not Bastard.” Smack. “Stick to Bastion, or Sir, if you’re feeling kinky.”
“What about Daddy?”
He felt a rare flush come over his cheeks.
“Hell no,” he said. “I’m your boyfriend. Don’t group me with him. I would never hurt you.”
“I know, Bastion. That was uncalled for and I’m sorry.”
“It’s your brain,” he said, allowing the excuse as it was true.
She had apologized.
He stroked a hand over the seat of her jeans, stopping the spanking.
“You’re so witty, almost to a fault. Your thoughts are always racing ahead of you and if they exit your mouth unfiltered, Kitten? The natural link in your head to an over-the-knee was either kink or fathers, I suppose,” Bastion said.
“Yeah,” Tess admitted. “I’ll take the kink.”
“Then let’s finish. Kinky spanks always end up with you bare-bottomed and me inspecting the heat from your defiance to my dominance. You’re not done until I make sure your submission is sincere. There is nothing fatherly about what I want to do to you if you’re wet from your spanking.”
He lifted his forearm off of her back and opened his legs to let her loose. She slowly stood up, hands going to her ass and rubbing.
“Just so you know, this doesn’t make me want to obey you at all. If anything, I feel like pushing your buttons when I know you can’t do this right away. So we’ll both be thinking about it for hours.”
“Like at school? You’re welcome to try your bratty best. I did tell you I enjoy your talkback because it means you’re choosing to play with us,” Bastion said.
He already had some ideas of where he could surprise Tess at school to flip her kilt and give her a few sharp smacks. Just enough to meet her challenge and make a point.
Tess turned around. There were no tears on her face, although she looked flushed and excited. Spanking was definitely a kink.
Thank fuck.
“Now turn your ass around, so I can see how pink I got those bum cheeks. Lower your jeans, slowly.”
She gave him a quick look that had a hint of uncertainty to it, some of the nervousness from earlier. This time it was merely because she was a sweet, vanilla girl trusting him to indulge the kinkier side she’d never explored.
New meant some anxiety was normal.
“I’ll help you,” Bastion said.
He stood up behind her as she turned. He put his hands on her fly and worked the button and then the zipper.
“You want to pull them down and tease me, Kitten? Don’t forget the panties too,” Bastion whispered in her ear, hugging her from behind.
“Do you always get your way, Bossy?”
He sat back down on the bed to enjoy the show. “Nah, that would be boring.”
Tess growled, a low sound of frustration as she worked the jeans over her hips. Skinny jeans that wouldn’t provide as much protection as thick Levi’s.
“You just like playing with me.”
“Oh yes, Kitten.”
Pink all over. She had gotten herself spanked well despite the wiggles. The jeans were hard for her to get off her calves, the material wet and sand-caked.
Bastion could see they had made a mess tracking dirt all over the floor and her kicking had gotten some mud on the bedcover, too.
“Dirty girl, you brought half the beach sand in with your jeans,” Bastion pointed out as she was bent in half, trying to yank her calves free of the tight confinement of her wet jeans.
“Think we have time to clean that up?” Tess asked as she continued to struggle, some guilt entering her voice.
“There are servants to do that. I don't even know where they keep the broom. When we go down for dinner, I’ll ask the butler to have someone come clean up.”
Tess gave another frustrated growl, although this one seemed directed at her wet jeans.
“I can’t get these off without sitting.”
“Hold still,” Bastion demanded.
He reached over with one of his hands and felt the heat on her pink, bare cheeks. His dick approved, feeling like it could compete with the wood War had been sporting for Tess’s mind in the jet.
Fuck. Her brains were sexy but that wasn’t why they all were eager to stick their dicks in her pussy, or her naughtier hole in Keir’s case.
“Do you have any idea of how sexy you look right now?” Bastion asked.
“Like I lost the fight with a sand monster?” Tess teased.
A spank on bare skin was a heck of a difference. He didn’t have to smack hard to get a sound that was loud.
“Guess again,” Bastion told her.
He walked around and picked her up from underneath her arms, plopping her pink ass onto the bed.
“Fucked?” Tess asked, using her naughty words.
He arched a re
prising brow at her. That compulsion to push his buttons was already showing and he had just finished spanking her. She hadn’t lied about it failing to teach her a lesson.
Lucky him.
“Not yet,” he answered her.
The wet jeans were much easier to pull straight off when she could point her toes. He folded them neatly and tucked her panties inside the middle so the servants wouldn’t see them out in the open when she carried her laundry back to her room.
Setting them aside at the foot of the bed, he watched Tess close her legs and add a bit more blush to her face. The cheeks above were getting pinker than her bottom.
“Did you really bring me here for a spanking, followed by getting tied up for kinky sex? If so, you’d better know that dinner is supposed to be served soon,” Tess said, more of that nervousness showing.
She didn't like being unsure of what he had planned.
“I actually wanted to talk to you alone. This was a distraction, though pleasant, and kind of what I needed. How about you? Did you like me spanking your ass, holding you down over my lap while you fought me like a tiger?”
“Yes,” Tess answered. “I figured you were up for a fight. Didn't you say that Kade likes to handle his frustrations by getting into the ring? This is kind of the equivalent between you and me.”
Bastion crawled onto the bed beside her. He let her keep her legs closed, demurely, although he had a prime view of the tiny triangle she had groomed and a hint of those bare, smooth lips hiding her clit.
“I’ve never heard a girl say spanking helped her deal with her frustrations. Do tell me more,” he teased her, glad the mood hadn’t been ruined by him spanking her.
What had he been thinking—or more accurately, not thinking-—to risk taking things to this level with Tess, especially when they were alone?
If War heard about it, Bastion might get his ass handed to him after all.
“I wanted to curse and scream and fight back, none of which I could do when Greg held a gun to my head,” Tess said, sobering the mood as she indeed told him more.
“Dominance isn’t the issue, deceit is your bane. You hated playing the weakling,” Bastion said.
His fingers found the edge of her shirt over her belly. He inched them underneath her shirt, wrapping his hand around her warm skin, just tickling under her chest.
Her pussy was easier to reach but she was closing that off, sending the signal that she wanted to talk. He respected her needs, whether they aligned with his at the moment or not.
Talking was essential. Bastion had a confession to make and his princess didn’t like charlatans.
“I hate what I lied about in front of Greg more, making you guys out to be fools. Especially after everything you guys have done for me—continue to do. None of you gave up when I pushed you away.”
“You did what you thought you had to in order to keep us safe,” Bastion said.
She nodded.
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her.
“Your misjudgement of our abilities is only acceptable because we were hiding them from you. Try to put yourself between us and danger again and I guarantee it won’t be the sexy kind of spanking you’ll be getting.”
“From you?” Tess asked, not looking intimidated.
She knew he’d always respect her limits now that she’d played with him alone. It was better to threaten her with something she’d be less sure about instead.
“One spanking isn’t much but how about four in a row? I think we’ll discuss it in the chat tonight, along with your tendency to bite and kick.”
Now Tess looked like she was thinking twice about getting into deliberate trouble.
“You’re going to tell others what we just did?”
“Your boyfriends all deserve to know. As if I made it any mystery what we were going to be doing in this room when I mentioned it earlier. You never protested then,” Bastion pointed out.
In reality, he doubted all the guys would be on board with spanking Tess. It wasn’t a kink every one of them shared. Bastion had to make Tess think they would do it.
He would advise her boyfriends that the allusion to spanking her for naughty behaviour should be enough to discourage it, without the need to actually deliver a blistering bottom punishment.
“You said you wanted to talk, then you got distracted.”
Good memory, of course. She paid attention to what he said.
“I do want to talk, but you’re going to have to get dressed first,” he said.
“We’re not having sex?”
Did she sound disappointed?
Bastion let his hand slide down her belly. He dipped his fingers between her wet labia, probing that hot pussy for her reaction. Soaking wet. He flicked her clit and was rewarded with a moan.
“Well, well, Kitten. What do we have here? Did you get wet from some errant waves splashing you all the way to your pussy? Should I taste to see if it’s saltwater?”
“You know why I’m wet,” Tess said, not accepting that lie.
She didn’t turn down oral, either.
Ha. He really had found her Achilles heel.
She hated prevarication, false pretences. Whether it was the telling of mistruths or being caught that bothered her, would be something he would have to tease out.
“Too bad I don’t have enough time to deal with this properly,” he said, thrusting one finger deep into her tight pussy.
She moaned again, hips shifting.
“I guess you’ll have to spend hours at dinner and then making small talk with the business guests, imagining what I want to do to you after I pushed your button,” he teased. He flicked her clit again. “Is this the right button, Kitten?”
“Bastard,” she grumbled.
“I’m hard as I ever remember being, and this is twice I’ve had my fingers inside you without promise of getting my dick into the tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve prepared to be fucked,” he told her.
He bit her lower lip, sucked it while staring into her eyes with a sulky gaze that he felt down to his damn toes. This restraint sucked. He let go of her lip slowly, drawing it out.
“Tess, I want you so bad,” he admitted, rolling his hips against the bed.
“That sounds like a you problem. I’m going to have a nice shower before dinner,” Tess said, squeezing her thighs shut on his hand between them.
She wiggled her fingers in front of his face in case he didn’t get her point about masturbating off her pent-up sexual frustrations.
Fuck leaving time to talk.
“You are going to make my bed sandy. I hate sand. It gets everywhere,” he said, already pushing himself up sitting on the bed beside her.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sucked them off while she watched, wide-eyed.
Kitten didn’t think he would do it. Suddenly, she looked like someone that had caught a beast by the tail and realized what big teeth it had once it turned around.
“Yes or no?” Bastion asked.
He pulled a condom from his pocket and held it out in front of her. They all were prepared now that the dating was official.
“Yes,” Tess said, relaxing her thighs again.
She started to pull up her shirt.
Bastion grabbed the shirt from her, pulling it up himself. He purposely left her with her arms over her head, the shirt still binding them and covering her face.
“Don’t move your arms,” he ordered.
He shifted his hands to pop the neck of the shirt over her head so he could see her face. The spanking had deprived him of watching her reactions.
Next time he spanked her, he would lay her down on her back and make her pull her legs up to her chest so he could smack her ass and watch her face at the same time.
Her bra was the simple white lace one like he had seen earlier on the jet. He reached behind her to unfasten the back blindly while giving her mouth a deep kiss, so she could taste her arousal on his tongue.
His hands undid
the clasp before he was done tonguing her. He pushed the loosened material up lazily and got both of her breasts in his massaging grip.
“More buttons?” he teased as he pulled up from her mouth with two pinches of the nipples between his fingers.
Someone knocked on the door.
Tess went to move her arms, legs snapping shut.
“Don’t move. You’re fine. I locked the door,” Bastion assured her.
He looked over at the door. “We’re busy,” he called out.
“Dinner is ten minutes or so,” War said.
“Aren’t you done? Took you less than five minutes on her little side table that one time,” Keir said.
“Less than two for me, pop machine,” Kade kindly added.
“Can they come in?” Bastion asked in a whisper to Tess, turning back to face her. “I think they’re going to stand out there with a timer, otherwise.”
“I thought you wanted to have sex with me alone the first time?”
“I wanted to talk to you alone. I lied about the sex,” Bastion admitted. “Not opposed to repeating this again once we’re alone, or on you deciding to shower and ditch the crowd this time, but those are all your boyfriends outside the door. If we’re going to do this group dating thing, then we stick together.”
“Then we also stop keeping secrets. Whatever you wanted to talk about, we should share it as a group,” Tess countered.
“Hoisted on my own petard,” Bastion said with a sigh.
Tess laughed. Her humour at least gave him some satisfaction. “Let them in,” she said, loud enough the other guys could hear. “I’m going to shower.”
Bastion got up, pocketed the unopened condom, and prepared himself to pay the price for pushing all of Tess’s buttons too soon.
Just who was the boss of who here?
11
Tess
Sweet and Spicy Appetizer
Tess scrambled off Bastion’s bed, leaving her bra unfastened. She whipped her shirt over her head and into place. She dug her panties out of her neatly folded, but still very sandy and wet jeans, slipping the underwear on as she stood up.
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