Imperfect Consequences

by Piper Stone

  “Perhaps you’ve had enough,” David cautioned and was curious why someone continued to stare at him.

  “Come on, now. Aren’t you two celebrating something special?” Marcie asked as she snagged a waiter by the arm. “Another bottle of wine, please.”

  The person finally moved out of the shadows and for a brief second, David was convinced she was the woman who wanted his firm to create a rather magnanimous house plan. The very one who was also in the bar a few nights before. Anastasia Baroque. While he didn’t necessarily believe in coincidences, the restaurant was close to the bar and to his office. He knew by the address listed on the information she’d given, Anastasia lived in the area, a trendy and very upscale condominium association in a brand-new mixed-use building. Blinking, he craned his neck to catch a better look of her.

  “Our anniversary.”

  David vaguely heard Shannon. The woman stepped into the light of the upper bar and he exhaled slowly. The blonde in a tight red dress was definitely Anastasia. He felt the tug on his shirtsleeve and immediately plastered on a smile. “Darling, of course. We are definitely celebrating.” There wasn’t any doubt Anastasia had noticed him. The look on her face was coy, full of some wry thought process. “And much more later,” he whispered.

  “Umm. Good. I need more.” Shannon snuggled next to him for a minute before grabbing her purse. “Time to freshen up.”

  “I think I’ll join you,” Marcie said as she laughed. “Women, of course, need to potty together.”

  Bruce tossed his napkin at her. “You women are all alike.”

  “Just like you men are,” Shannon said, just about a decibel too high.

  David could tell she was getting more inebriated than he’d seen her in a long time, but this was the first time in months she was relaxing. Given the day he’d heard about, she more than deserved to let loose. “Such a bad girl.” Slapping Shannon’s ass, he grinned when she squealed, wiggled her ass and strutted away. As he watched a group of men drinking in every move she made, he realized he was jealous. He was never jealous.

  “So, what do you have in your pocket, big boy?” Bruce asked as he slid into the seat next to David.

  David instantly felt self-conscious and he wasn’t certain why. “A necklace.”

  “Hmm. Must be a diamond necklace, given the blush you’re wearing.”

  “Not exactly.” He fingered the outside of his jacket and sniffed as Anastasia inched closer, every step seeming to be methodical.

  “Not exactly. Heavy silver, as in you’re going to chain her with it?”

  “Closer.” Shit. The woman was walking down the steps, her eyes locking on David’s.

  “Hmm. You’ve stumped me. What is the present?”

  “A collar.” Hearing silence, David glanced in Bruce’s direction, feeling sheepish the second Bruce’s mouth dropped open. “Well, of sorts. I mean, we haven’t talked about it and I haven’t even really worked through the concept. And the necklace looks much more like a decorative piece than anything, so if she doesn’t like it…” His voice trailing off, he groaned and moved his face forward. Anastasia seemed to have disappeared.

  “Wait a minute. You’re talking about a collar, collar here?” Bruce’s eyes opened wide.

  David shrugged. “Maybe.” He scanned the room and didn’t see her anywhere. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to face Bruce.

  “There’s no such thing as maybe.”

  “Well, it’s something I’ve been thinking about and…”

  “And have you talked to Shannon about this? Last I heard, you were the one who tore up the DD contract.” Grabbing his drink, Bruce took a long gulp.

  “Yeah. I know and…”

  “Lovely to see you here, Mr. Parker.”

  Her voice was lilted and filled with a tone that reminded David of raw silk, floating in an ocean breeze. He shuddered and counted to five before turning his head. “It’s David and nice to see you as well.” Seeing her offered hand, he debated before accepting the shake. The second they touched, tingling sensations seemed to appear everywhere in his body. “A regular spot of yours?”

  “Yes, in a manner of speaking. I do enjoy robust flavors, after all.” Smiling, she kept her hold on David’s hand.

  “Oh, brother,” Bruce said under his breath.

  David kicked him under the table. “I hope you enjoy your dinner.”

  “I do plan on indulging. Thank you. When I saw you here I just wanted to tell you that I won’t let you get away without a fight.”

  “I beg your pardon?” David almost choked.

  “The plans for my new home? Granted, my ideas are a little unconventional,” Anastasia purred as she leaned closer.

  “Of course. I’m sorry.” David could feel the heat rising in his face. “You have creative ideas.”

  “Why, thank you.” Anastasia’s smile became sultry.

  “I’m sorry. We honestly don’t have time to take on any new clients,” Bruce jumped in.

  “Pity,” she sniffed. “I have a lot of money to spend.” Licking her lips, Anastasia gave Bruce a harsh look before leaning over. “And I’m a woman who gets exactly… what… she… wants.”

  “Hold on, Bruce. We might be able to accommodate her.” David’s inner conscious was screaming. His mind reeled and he could tell his blood pressure was rising. My God. He was turned on as hell.

  “Right,” Bruce polished off his drink.

  “And what do you want?” Suddenly, David’s voice wasn’t even his own.

  “You mean what do I need?” she asked as she leaned even closer.

  “Yes.” David’s voice was flat.

  Taking a single finger, Anastasia swirled it around David’s lips before swiping the tip across the seam of his mouth. “You.” Leaning over, she pressed her lips against his.

  Frozen, David couldn’t have moved if he had to. His heart was racing, every nerve standing on end, and the instant her tongue pushed inside, he was lost to lust, his dick shoving hard against his pants. To his credit, he didn’t touch her. That is until her hand floated to his groin. He gently pushed his fingers against hers, shoving her hand away.

  Anastasia refused to let loose easily, wrapping her hand around his cock in a brutal fashion.

  Jumping, he groaned and broke the kiss. “We can talk about this at my office.”

  “Of course. You’re right.” Anastasia laughed and eased back, her index finger remaining on his chest. Her eyes flitted upwards, locking on some unknown sight before she spoke again. “But I will get what I want.” Darting a quick kiss as well as allowing her tongue to linger when she pulled back, she brushed her thumb across his lips, squeezed his groin, and laughed before easing back. She gave him a nod before turning and walking away, her hips swishing back and forth.

  “Fuck… me…” David managed.

  “You’re fucked all right,” Bruce breathed out.

  Blinking, David could barely tear his eyes away from the sight of the statuesque blonde walking, no, gliding away from him. But he did. Seeing the look of sheer horror on Shannon’s face, an expression quickly followed by one of nasty anger was enough to give him the worst guilty feeling he’d ever had. But this was a client. He wasn’t cheating. He wasn’t even thinking about cheating. The thought of seeing Anastasia naked, writhing underneath him forced him to look away. He was so fucked. He didn’t have to hear a word from Shannon. Her presence was easily sensed by the electricity she generated, mixed with a heavy dose of raw fury.

  “Interesting sight,” Shannon said with ice in her tone. She glared at the waiter as he fumbled to open the bottle of wine.

  David studied the way the waiter sloshed wine over the glass, knowing this was going to get ugly fast.

  “Who is she?” Huffing, Shannon gave him a harsh glare as she reached down and grabbed her glass of wine, swirling the crystal before bringing the rim to her lips.

  “A possible client,” David offered quickly. Of course, she wasn’t going to buy it. If she’d seen
the kiss, the obvious flirting, she wouldn’t be able to buy the words period.

  “When the cat’s away…” Marcie slipped in.

  Bruce grabbed Marcie’s arm. “Don’t. Just sit down.”

  Shannon held out her hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not angry. I’m just learning my place. Isn’t that right?” Cutting her eyes toward her husband, she gulped the remainder of the glass before turning her glance toward the bar. The nasty look was as if she knew Anastasia was watching.

  “She’s just a possible client,” David insisted.

  “Who had her tongue down your throat!” Shannon snorted.

  “I’d love to have clients like that.” Marcie sat down with a hard thud.

  Bruce exhaled slowly and inched closer to Marcie.

  David could tell this was going to get out of hand quickly. “I haven’t decided if we’re going to take her on as it is. What she wants would put a time crunch on both Bruce and I, and I can tell Ms. Baroque is going to be very demanding. I’m sorry you had to see that. I certainly didn’t expect to run into her here or…”

  “But you definitely didn’t seem to mind,” Shannon interrupted. She grabbed the bottle of wine and topped off her glass.

  “Let’s talk about this later. I think that’s best.” David rubbed his eyes. This conversation was going straight to hell quickly. His gut told him Anastasia was watching the display, curious as to what he was going to do. The woman was bad news and he didn’t need the scent of her perfume to remind him. Whatever game Anastasia was playing, he wanted no part of it. But you egged her on. You deep throated her mouth with your tongue in the middle of a dance floor after pressing your hard cock into her belly. Shuddering, David polished off his drink. It was time to change the subject.

  “Later. Of course.” Shannon slapped her hand on her hip and scanned the room, her eyes darting back and forth.

  “Sit down,” David insisted.

  “You’re not going to tell me what to do tonight. Not right now. Perhaps not at all.” The last words lingered in the air and was said with enough venom both Bruce and Marcie slunk back in their chairs.

  “Guys. This is a celebration and David is right. The woman is not what we need right now.” Bruce’s words were firm.

  “You say that now,” Shannon growled and paced back and forth.

  “Don’t let it bother you, honey. The woman isn’t nearly the sexy gal you are,” Marcie said, her face beaming.

  “He doesn’t seem to choose selectively who he fucks.” As soon as she said the words, Shannon sucked them back, her hand floating across her mouth. “I meant…”

  “We all know exactly what you meant, Shannon. Exactly!” David longed to grab her around the wrist and yank her over his knee, spanking her ass. Her behavior was abhorrent and he wasn’t going to allow her to get away with it. No matter the guilt he felt. No matter the fact he’d egged on the event, Shannon needed to learn, right now, he wasn’t going to tolerate total disrespect. Tossing down his napkin, he rose to his feet, thoughts rambling in his mind.

  Shannon registered his anger, but the look was one of disdain.

  Bruce shook his head. “It’s okay. We’ve all just had a little bit too much to drink and that woman took advantage. Nothing more.”

  “Yeah. There’s a lot more. We’ll be right back. Then we’re going to finish our evening together.” Wrapping his hand around Shannon’s wrist, he tugged her gently, but with enough power she was forced against his body. He lowered his voice so that only she could hear. “No matter what you saw or think that ridiculous kiss from a woman I don’t know means, you aren’t allowed to disparage me that way. You don’t seem to respect what we’re trying to do.”

  “Respect?” Shannon asked through clenched teeth. “Like you have for me?”

  David reined in his anger. He merely wanted to teach her a lesson in behaving. For some reason, he knew this was a line being drawn in the sand. “Understand what I’m saying to you. I didn’t appreciate what Anastasia did and I will talk to her if she shows her face in my office. I don’t need a client who attempts to play games by using sexual prowess. I also don’t need a wife who disrespects me. Now, unless you truly want to make a scene in front of our friends, I suggest you come with me quietly so we can discuss your behavior.” He held the stance, kept his voice full of dark command, and simply waited for her to answer.

  Shannon seemed to be debating, but her eyes never blinked. After a full minute, she answered. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  “Better.” Having no fucking clue what he was going to do, David nodded to the others before turning and pulling her gently but firmly out of the restaurant. The sky was crystal clear, stars filtering into the evening sky and while he walked toward the truck with conviction in his step, nervous energy made his mouth dry.

  Shannon huffed, but remained quiet until they got to the truck. “What are you going to do?”

  Unlocking the door, he jerked it open and lowered his head as he released his hold. “I wish you didn’t push me so hard. Do you not understand that every time you push me, shove me into a corner, I have no way of talking with you?”

  “What you did…”

  “What I did? Yes, I should have pushed her off hard, but I didn’t expect a grown woman to grope a stranger in the middle of a restaurant.”

  “And I didn’t…”

  “Stop right there!” David turned toward her. “I know what you witnessed coming out of the bathroom was horrible and for that, I apologize, but your behavior was reprehensible. There is zero reason you are allowed to act like that. Zero. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  Shannon looked away.

  David took her chin into his hand, pulling her face forward. “Do you?”

  “What do you want me to say? Go fuck her with my blessing?”

  “Jesus Christ. You honestly want to go down this path?’

  “I want my husband back!”

  “Then…” Grimacing, he held back the ugly words. “Then act like my wife, the one who told me she not only wanted to be obedient, but craved a strong hand. Do you remember her?”

  “I…” Shannon groaned. “I do.”

  “Good. Then you know what’s about to happen? Do you understand what must happen?”

  Clucking her jaw, she swallowed hard and nodded. “You’re going to really spank me here? I mean right here?”

  “That’s exactly what’s going to happen.” David fiddled with getting the glove compartment open. If someone would have told him he’d actually use the hairbrush he’d stashed two months before, in a public place, he would have scoffed. Now he was glad he had the implement handy. This wasn’t about a severe spanking, but more of an exchange of power, allowing her to truly understand he wouldn’t tolerate such ridiculous behavior.

  Shannon remained quiet, but her breath sounds skipped. She darted glances over her shoulder and all around them.

  They were parked in the back of the lot and while cars were all around them, there were no people close by that David could see. He eased onto the passenger seat and patted his lap. “Take off your panties and climb over my lap.”

  “You’re not serious.”

  “I’m very serious. Don’t make me ask you again.”

  Taking a step back, she fisted her hands and slapped them against her sides. “This is silly.”

  “Just like the display in the restaurant,” David countered. “Now, take off your panties and hand them to me.”

  Shannon merely hesitated for another few seconds before carefully fumbling under her dress, managing to rip down her panties without exposing anything. Lowering her head, she inched closer and held out her hand. “Here.”

  “Thank you.” Pocketing the silk thong, he patted his lap. “I’ll help you over my lap.”

  Moving closer still, her body rocked back and forth as he placed her over his knee. “I’m sorry. I’m just…”

  “You don’t have to apologize. We’ll
talk more when we get home.” Pulling her over his lap, he raised her dress, exposing her naked ass, and gulped. You can do this. You have to show her you are strong and unwilling to take bullshit. The words screaming in his mind seemed so shallow to him, so jaded.

  Her breath sounds strangled, Shannon lowered her head to the seat and whimpered softly.

  David rubbed his hand across both ass cheeks. “I understand your frustration. I honestly do. Tonight, you simply exploded with concerns and anger levels that only had to do somewhat with what happened with Anastasia. You told me I needed to be a stronger master with you, a better husband and that’s what I’m going to do. There is no question. We start tonight.” He reached for the brush, holding the method of discipline in his hand for a few seconds, marveling at the feel of the cool wood. Yes, this was the right thing to do.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Slap! Crack!

  “Ooh,” Shannon moaned, her legs twitching, her hand slapping back to her ass.

  David pushed her hand away. “You know the rules. You can honestly be a very good woman, a wonderful wife and I love you.”

  Whap! Slap! Crack! Crack!

  The smacks were issued even and fast. He wanted this over as quickly as she did and while she jumped and moaned, he refused to give in to her cries. He needed to show her who was the boss, allow her to feel comforted by the fact he was going to take control. The bottom line was, he needed to make certain she knew who was in charge. There was never going to be a question again.

  “Oh… I’m… I’m sorry.” Shannon’s entire body was shaking, but she was no longer fighting him. Her cries were mixed, tears and gulps mixed with grunts of pain.

  He stopped briefly and rubbed both ass cheeks, then rubbed the back of her neck. “You truly know you need this, you need a strong hand. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir. I just…”

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk right now.” David continued spanking her, every strike hitting her directly on the sit spot. He wanted her to have difficulty sitting down for at least a full day. After a few more strikes he stopped, placed the brush on the dashboard, and rubbed his hand in her hair. “You did very well. I’m very proud of you.”