Appreciated (Club Indigo Book 3)

by Karen Nappa

  She planted her hands on her hips and scowled at him. "I'm not going to walk around your house in just my panties, mister!"

  Jim shot her a stern look that made her want to fall to her knees. She really didn't want to be almost naked. From the delicious scents in the house, he had dinner almost ready. What was the point of getting naked and not having sex?

  "You can either follow the rules and I won't punish you too hard for not obeying me right away, or you can use your safeword, Paula."

  She could feel her spine straighten. She wasn't in pain or distress. She wouldn't safeword. Paula toed off her shoes and unzipped her slacks.

  Jim nodded and started to turn away. He glanced back over his shoulder with a sexy smile on his lips. "You know, I went commando today." With that remark, he sauntered off toward the kitchen.

  Paula froze halfway through unbuttoning her shirt. He was only wearing his jeans!

  Paula padded over to the kitchen to find Jim standing over the stove. She had to admit the asshole had a fine ass. He turned to face her. His expression gave nothing away. She had to control her urge to fidget.

  "Present," he ordered.

  Two halves warred for dominance. One half rebelled against the inspection she knew was going to follow, the other half liked following his directions and submitting to him. The submissive half won and Paula placed her legs shoulder width apart and clasped her hands behind her back.

  Jim circled around her. He halted in front of her. "Good, girl."

  His praise made her feel good about herself and her decision to obey. Jim startled her by stroking his hand over her pussy. "Nice and smooth. I'm pleased you followed my directive about shaving." All too soon, he pulled his hand back. Before Paula could react, he grabbed her chin in his hand and pressed a kiss over her mouth. "You're beautiful, and I think it's a crime to cover your body around me, Melda." Maybe being naked wasn't so bad after all.

  "On the counter, is my toy bag. I want you to select three toys for impact play. During the weekend, I'll choose from them to deal with your punishment." Paula opened her mouth to argue. His fingers around her chin tightened and his eyes darkened. "Don't talk back. You failed to comply with the rules and you want to atone for that, don't you?"

  "Yes, Sir, I do, but I'm scared it's going to hurt. You know I don't want to be hit," Paula replied.

  "But you agreed to try, and my decision is to punish you by pushing your limits, Paula," Jim stated quietly.

  Paula closed her eyes. He was right, and she trusted him to go slowly. Why did she balk at impact play? She remembered James flogging Laura at the club and her reaction to it.

  "Yes, Sir." Paula was rewarded with a big smile before Jim returned to the stove.

  She walked over to the bag and started sorting through it. The suede flogger was a no brainer and she pulled it out without hesitating. Another flogger was made of very soft hair and she almost had to laugh at that one. Okay, that was a good one, too. The big, scary whip stayed in the bag as did the canes and a thick, wooden paddle. She picked a slightly smaller paddle that was covered in black leather. She hoped the leather would absorb some of the impact. Before she could question her choices, Jim stepped behind her and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.

  "I see you made your selections."

  Paula nodded, zipped the bag closed, and asked, "Can we eat? It smells delicious."

  Jim nodded and took her hand. "Come with me; it's ready."

  Paula followed him to the table and sank to her knees on the pillow beside his chair without prompting.

  Jim stroked her hair. "You're so beautiful like that. Relax, Melda."

  A dark cloth slid in front of her eyes, and Jim tied the blindfold behind her head. From the cool, slick feel of it, she guessed it was silk.

  "To help you appreciate good food more, I'm taking away your sight tonight. Give your eyes some rest and enjoy what I'm feeding you."

  Paula didn't know what to think of this new development. Jim kept introducing new things before she'd gotten used to the older ones. She was just starting to be comfortable kneeling beside him and eating what he fed her, and now she couldn't see! A wonderful smell of basil, garlic, and tomato reached her nose and she opened her mouth without prompting. Jim held the fork against her lips and she leaned a bit forward to take the bite from him. Filled pasta and homemade sauce had her humming her appreciation around the morsel. Jim was a great cook!

  The next bite he presented her was freshly baked garlic bread, and she lingered for a moment to lick the garlic butter from his fingers. She enjoyed his moan and realized she might have missed the sound without the blindfold.

  Jim alternated taking bites of dinner and feeding Paula. The little minx was testing his self-control. Naked and submissive, she was appealing to him as always. Her sounds of pleasure when tasting the food he prepared and the teasing way she caressed his fingers with her lips and tongue drove him out of his mind. He was glad she was wearing the blindfold so she couldn't see his facial expression. All in all, he was pleased with Paula. She hadn't balked at following his rules, and by choosing the implements, she'd agreed to be punished for her transgression. It showed him she was getting more and more into a submissive headspace. He longed to push their relationship forward and have her with him in the house all the time. Jim grinned at his rabbit fur flogger. He would definitely introduce her to that one after dinner.

  "Did you have enough to eat?"

  "Yes, Sir. Thank you, it was delicious," she replied.

  "Wait here for me while I put away dinner." Jim carried the plates to the dishwasher and was pleased to see her waiting on her pillow. Fuck, she was lovely.

  "Good. It's time for my dessert." He lifted her up and enjoyed the little squeak she gave. Jim placed her on the table with her legs dangling over the edge and pressed her upper body down on the flat surface.

  He made a circle around the table and secured her arms and legs with rope he attached to the legs of the table. He took a moment to enjoy his handiwork.

  With her legs bound open, her pussy was on display for his enjoyment. And enjoy this, he would. He liked eating pussy. Having a sub helpless with sensation and driven her out of her mind with lust was just as much fun as fucking her. Jim settled on his chair and dove in.

  If not for the rope that held her down, Paula would have come off the table when Jim's mouth landed on her pussy. He attacked with such gusto and skill that he had her wriggling against her bonds in a couple of minutes. Her leg muscles shook and her belly quivered. He added sensation by pushing two fingers into her slick canal, but before she could reach her peak, he pulled his mouth away and kissed the inside of her leg.

  "Wonderful dessert, but I want more."

  More? What did he mean by that? Would he fuck her now? She was game. Paula knew better than to ask him, though. She heard the pop from the lid of a bottle and a squirting sound. The next moment, there was something cold and hard probing at her anus.

  "It's a very small plug and you can handle it easily. Bear down, Melda." She did her best to follow his order and her anus stretched to the edge of pain. She couldn't help it, she started to whimper and shook her head.

  "Sh, sh," Jim soothed her. "Relax, you can take it."

  His mouth latched on to her clitoris. The discomfort morphed into pleasure, and as she relaxed, she felt the plug slide home. Despite the strange sensation in her back passage, or maybe because of it, she reached the edge of orgasm even faster and, again, Jim withdrew.

  Paula gritted her teeth to keep from yelling at him. If this was what she thought it was, she didn't like orgasm denial one bit and the mean bastard had the audacity to chuckle. She bucked against the rope, but he had done a thorough job tying her down.

  "I think you need to cool down a bit. Besides, what's dessert without ice cream?" Before Paula could register what he meant, a cold substance landed squarely on her pussy.

  She couldn't help it. She squealed.

  Jim grinned at her reaction to the
scoop of vanilla ice cream. Vanilla sex wasn't his thing, but vanilla with sex—oh yeah! He lapped at her entrance, loving the mix of the sweet and cold mixed with her hot, tangy arousal. He coated three of his fingers in the sticky sweetness and pumped them into her tight sheath. The cold would heighten the sensations and he couldn't wait to shove his dick inside her. Pity, he had to wear a condom, it would have been a carnal sight if her juices, ice cream, and his seed would come riveting out of her cunt afterward. He wondered if he could talk her into an IUD. They both were clean, but Paula couldn't tolerate the pill, so they used condoms to avoid pregnancy. Jim lost his rhythm as he envisioned her round with his baby. Would she be prepared to take that risk? She was fairly old for getting pregnant. Fuck, they needed to talk about that, maybe they didn't need that IUD after all!

  "Ji-im," Paula whined.

  His minx was getting impatient. He liked how she gave over to her lust with abandon. She fit his needs in a woman in every way. Jim once again concentrated on the task of getting her off.

  Paula woke early Saturday morning. She lay on her back for a few moments, taking stock of her body. Her breasts still felt swollen and the soft comforter rubbed against the full globes, reminding her of Jim's big hands squeezing and fondling them. Her pussy ached from the many orgasms she'd had last night. After bringing her to climax over and over with his mouth, she had lost count of the number of times she'd come. When she was limp as a noodle and whimpering with every lash of his tongue over her sensitive clit, he'd sheathed himself in a condom and had taken her roughly on the table. After that, he'd bathed her and washed and dried her hair before putting her to bed and pulling her into his arms.

  Paula propped herself up on her elbows and looked him over in the dim morning light. He was always handsome, but relaxed in sleep, he took her breath away. With his light hair, his beard stubble was barely visible but still very sexy.

  Paula lifted the covers. His strong, muscular body was stretched out and relaxed, except—her gaze zeroed in on his impressive morning wood. She licked her lips and grinned. Payback time!

  Paula wriggled under the covers and opened her mouth over his erection. She lowered her mouth over his dick and used suction on her way back up. Jim groaned and she smiled around a mouthful of cock. Paula wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft and used her right hand to fondle his balls in time with the bobbing of her head.

  Big hands fisted her hair and she liked the erotic pull on the roots.

  "I should punish you for touching your Master without permission," he said, his voice gravelly with sleep, "but your mouth on me feels too good." His last word ended on another groan and he bucked his hips.

  Paula fought her gag reflex and used the extra saliva to slide up and down.

  "Oh, Melda. You feel so, so good. That's it, suck me."

  She liked how verbal he was. She kept going at his cock as he murmured endearments and groaned encouragement. He tasted clean and salty, and his personal scent was more intense here than anywhere else on his body. She could go on for hours, but Jim tugged her hair more forcefully.

  The muscles in his upper legs tensed and he groaned. "If you aren't comfortable swallowing, you have to stop."

  Paula nodded before letting his dick go with a pop. Her eyes met his beautiful blue gaze as he held himself propped up on his elbows. "Yes, Sir. Let me swallow all you have to offer." She engulfed his pulsing member while keeping eye contact. Jim struggled visibly and then plopped down on his pillow, with his hands fisted in the bed sheets.

  Paula sped up her movement and was rewarded with a jerk of his penis and a jet of cum on her tongue. She gentled her suction and timed the bobbing of her head with his ejaculations until he lay spent with his legs limp. She stroked his legs and belly, while she licked his entire shaft clean of semen and saliva. Paula smiled at the small aftershocks his cock made under her ministrations. Who was in charge now?

  All too soon, Jim placed his hands under her arms and pulled her up his body, claiming her mouth with his in a slow good morning kiss.

  He grinned at her. "That's a great way to start the day, Melda. As a Master, I could consider it topping from the bottom, but I prefer this over an alarm any time. Feel free to wake me up every morning like this."

  He sobered and continued. "However, I haven't forgotten your punishment for yesterday's infractions." Why hadn't she remembered the impact toys?

  Paula frowned. "Actually, I don't know if I deserve punishment." She tapped her bottom lip. "Or at least half the punishment."

  "How so?" His lips twisted as he tried to suppress a smile.

  "Well, you called me on breaking rules one and two, but actually, I never stood a chance of not breaking the clothes rule."

  He smiled and cocked his head. "Continue."

  "When I arrived at your home, I was wearing clothes, obviously. Since you only had on your jeans, I was bound to be overdressed."

  His smile widened. "True, and I'm impressed you caught on to that. I wanted to push your limits this weekend and I did set it up deliberately."

  "You evil bastard." She softened her words with a smile.

  "The correct address would be 'You evil bastard, Sir,' you insolent sub." He tapped her nose, his expression playful.

  The corners of her mouth tipped up. "Sir, you're an evil bastard."

  His fingers found the sensitive spots at her sides and he tickled her until they were both laughing like children and out of breath.

  After they lay for a bit and caught their breaths, Jim said, "Let's make it funishment then, shall we?"

  Paula hesitated for only a moment before getting up from the bed. "Yes, Sir."

  Together, they went to the kitchen where Paula went to kneel on her cushion without hesitation. "Good girl," he complimented her, and she smiled.

  "Let me feed you first before I beat you."

  Paula still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that she was going to let him hit her after breakfast, but she nodded. "Yes, Sir."

  Jim's shadow fell over her and he lifted her chin. "If you don't like it, use your safeword, Melda. It's not a must for me. I'm not a sadist, but I do like how impact play can heighten your senses."

  She stared up into sincere eyes, his beautiful face so honest, it brought tears to her own.

  "Can we do it now, Sir, and eat later?" she pleaded. "I think I want it over with."

  He studied her face for a moment. "I see how you would keep worrying until it's done." He nodded. "All right, Melda. Go stand against that wall, hands just beside your head.

  Paula rose and went to do his bidding.

  "Spread your feet a bit more for balance, and arch your back. Push your butt out." He came closer and fondled her buttocks and then her breasts. He lingered over her nipples, rolling them into stiff peaks, pulling them away from her body. She liked it when he touched her nipples and loved it when he was a bit rough on them. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "My Melda likes a little bit of pain. One day, I'm going to clamp these beauties." He pinched her nipples cruelly, before letting her go. "Can you hold still?"

  Paula nodded and almost jumped out of her skin as something soft but heavy landed on her right shoulder. Jim stepped aside and showed her the suede flogger. That hadn't been too bad.

  Jim moved out of her line of sight and started to work her back with the flogger. It felt like a massage, and Paula relaxed into the rhythm. He paused and ground his hard, warm, and naked body against hers. The evidence of his arousal pressed between her buttocks, and on instinct, she arched her back and pushed against his erection. His hand snuck around her front and his fingers petted her vagina. Fuck, she was soaking wet.

  "I guess you do like the flogger." His voice was hoarse.

  "Yes, Sir, I do," she admitted.

  "I won't try the paddle today, but I want you to experience the other flogger."

  Paula grinned; she wasn't afraid of that furry thing. She expected it to tickle more than anything.

  Jim
started to work on her with the fur flogger—it was disappointing and a bit boring. She wiggled her ass.

  "Ah, I see you need more," he teased. Would he return to the suede one?

  Two very hard swats on her buttocks—one right, one left—had her gasping for air. "What the hell was that?" she yelled and lost her stance.

  She turned to a grinning Jim and he showed her the fur flogger.

  "That was that flogger? How is that possible?"

  Jim peeled away some of the fur and revealed braided leather strips on the inside of the soft outer strands.

  Paula stared at it with an open mouth. How could she have missed that?

  "Things aren't always what they seem."

  "You're right about that, Sir." Paula rubbed her sore butt with one hand and glimpsed a wicked smile on Jim's face. "You're enjoying this," she accused, and his grin widened. "Are you sure you're not a sadist?"

  "No, Melda, I'm not, but I like to keep you on your toes. For impact play, this is about as much as I like to dish out and, mostly, as punishment."

  "I thought I wasn't being punished."

  "Well." Jim stepped closer to her and fondled her buttocks where pain morphed into heat. "You did forget to kiss me in greeting, so some form of punishment seemed fitting."

  Whatever answer she had to that, he kissed right off her lips.

  Chapter 10

  Jim sat through the morning briefing on the investigation into the burgeoning meth problem. It appeared that the cartels were getting competition from local suppliers. In addition to the extra product on the street, there was also the real threat of violence as the cartels worked to take out the new entrants into the market.

  Captain Lacey had the latest news. "A small lab near Van Brunt and Hardesty blew up last night. We don't have forensics back to know if it was deliberate or an accident."

  "How are they getting the ingredients, Cap?" The question came from Jim's partner, Will. "I thought the controls on buying pseudoephedrine had pretty well coshed local production."