Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Mason
Mason shouldn’t have worried when Audrey said she wanted to talk. In fact, while she was taking a shower and washing off the day, he was very happily setting up for what she wanted.
She wanted what she’d missed out on during her first ‘let’s try things’ scene—namely, the vampire glove.
But also, she’d started reading an age play book called Daddy Devious by Sadie Minx, which she said was ‘dark romance’ (sounded like kidnapping to him, but he understood the capture fantasy aspect of that), and while she wasn’t interested in the age play, she had been intrigued by the disciplinary spankings.
She wanted to know the difference between that and the spanking he’d given her.
He was happy to demonstrate, of course.
Add some anal beads to the mix, for his own pleasure, and it should be a fun night. Though maybe a little less for her since it was supposed to be a disciplinary spanking.
He even had a good reason. On the way to his place, she’d admitted that she’d been upset at him for not telling her that he was going to tell Yasmine about them, right up until she’d realized that he had tried to contact her.
So, he was going to spank her for not putting him on the list of exceptions to her Do Not Disturb.
It wasn’t a huge offense, of course, but she wanted a disciplinary spanking, and as far as he was concerned, that meant having a reason to discipline her.
Without that, it was just another fun-ishment, no matter how hard he spanked her.
The feeling of guilt being absolved was a big part of what made a disciplinary spanking different from a regular spanking, as far as he was concerned.
Maybe someone else would disagree with him, which was fine. They could do things their way. Audrey was his, and that’s how he was doing things with her.
While he was waiting, his phone buzzed, and he quickly checked the messages. The tension that had been sitting in his chest for several days eased. Lincoln was confirming that the FBI had found nothing in the ‘evidence’ they’d gathered.
“What’s up?” Audrey asked, walking into the living room.
Mason looked up from his phone and felt his heart do a little jump in his chest at the same time his dick came back to life.
She was wearing nothing but his bathrobe, a navy-blue terry-cloth robe that emphasized her curves where she’d tied the belt.
It was long enough to cover her down to mid-calf.
Something about knowing she was naked under that one easily removed item of clothing—his clothing—made the fact that she was completely covered somehow even more tantalizing.
He held up his phone.
“Lincoln says we’re all clear at the office. The FBI officially has nothing on us.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” She let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing. “I know David will be glad to hear that. He’s been trying to hide it, but I can tell he’s been internally freaking out.”
So could Mason, and she was right on the money.
It was a massive relief and one that was going to allow him to enjoy tonight even more than he was already going to.
Opening his arms to her, he smiled as she came right to him, her eyes alight with anticipation, nothing but trust in her expression. Mason cradled her face between his hands, sliding the tips of his fingers into her damp hair, and tilted her head back so he could press a soft kiss to her lips.
He lifted away from the kiss and looked her directly in her gorgeous green eyes.
“You’ve been a very naughty cupcake today,” he murmured.
Surprise, followed quickly by arousal and apprehension, sparked in her gaze.
“I have?” Her voice quavered, just a touch. Part of her still didn’t believe him, he could tell, but she was already moving toward the mindset of a naughty submissive who needed to be punished, so she could be forgiven.
“You didn’t pick up when I called.”
“I didn’t know you were calling!” Understanding sparked in her eyes. “Oh.”
Mason nodded solemnly, still holding her in place with gentle hands around her jawline. He swept his thumb over her lower lip.
“You’re going to add me to the exceptions list for when your phone is on Do Not Disturb as soon as we’re done here.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly.
“And you’ve just earned ten more swats for not calling me ‘Sir.’”
“Sorry, Sir!” The words squeaked out, without a hint of amusement or laughter. Which, to Mason’s perspective, meant she was in the right frame of mind to receive a little discipline.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get this robe off, so I can punish you properly.”
She sucked in a breath, shivering even though she was still wearing the robe. There was a slightly dazed look in her eyes. Yeah, if Mason could put down money on it, he would bet that Audrey was the type who would find catharsis in being truly disciplined.
Letting his hands glide downward, Mason slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it split down to where it was tied at her middle, revealing her breasts and simultaneously trapping her arms. He moved his palms over the heavy mounds, cupping them and lifting, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples so she leaned forward, whimpering at the sensations.
“No punishment for these pretty breasts tonight,” he said. “I want you to be able to really focus on the spanking.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her tongue flicked out against her lower lip, and she sighed in appreciation as he gave the heavy globes a rough squeeze before releasing them.
Tugging at the knot she’d made with the tie, he pulled it loose, and the whole robe dropped to the floor in a puddle around her feet.
Her arms came up to hug herself, and she shivered.
“Cold?” Mason asked.
“No, Sir.”
He raised his eyebrow at her. He could already see the goosebumps forming on her skin. Though her nipples were hard from the stimulation, he doubted that was the only reason.
“Um, I mean, yes, Sir,” she admitted sheepishly.
“That’s ten more for lying.”
Audrey
“But—” She cut off because she couldn’t think of a good argument.
Letting the robe drop had left her chilly, but she hadn’t wanted to make him feel bad. Or be a bother.
She didn’t think he was going to accept either as a reasonable excuse.
Even in her head, it wasn’t all that reasonable. Why hadn’t she just said she was cold?
“Well, let’s warm you up, cupcake.” Mason turned and sat down on the couch, gesturing for her to put herself over his lap.
The vampire glove, what looked like a bunch of beads on a string that grew in size as they went along, a packet of wipes, and two tubes were sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
“I’m not really cold,” she said as she put herself over his lap. “It was just the temperature change from being in the robe to getting out of the robe. That’s all. Sir.”
“But you were chillier when I took the robe off you.” He patted her butt almost affectionately. “You’ll learn to speak up when you’re uncomfortable, sweetness, or I’ll keep warming this pretty little bottom for you.”
Audrey squirmed on his lap. Was he being like the Daddy in Daddy Devious? No, but at the same time, there was a patient, lecturing tone to his voice that made her think of the book. Maybe she didn’t feel like a naughty little girl, but she did feel like she’d been naughty.
Would it have killed her to just say she was a little chilly with the robe off?
Now, she was going to get ten more swats.
That I asked for. Because I asked for a disciplinary spanking. He’s just coming up with reasons for it to be actual discipline.
But it didn’t feel like pretend. It felt real. Especially now that she was over his lap.
She felt him lean forward, pressing his dick against her side, and heard the sound of plastic moving over wood as he picked something up from the coffee table.
“Now, we’re going to start with the beads because I want you totally focused on your ass, which is going to be taking your punishment tonight,” he said, still in that lecturing tone. He would make a hot professor. And a dirty one.
His finger, wet and slick, pressed against her anus, and she gasped as he pushed in.
They’d done some more anal play since the first time he’d plugged her, all with his fingers, often while he was going down on her, but it made her gasp and squirm every time.
She just couldn’t get used to the sensation.
It was uncomfortable and arousing at the same time, and she felt her pussy flutter as his finger moved in deeper, twisting inside her.
Then his finger slid away, and something hard and rounded pressed at her entrance.
It was smaller than his finger and easily slid inside her.
The foreign object wasn’t big at all, and it felt very odd.
Another one began to push against her and also pushed inside her easily enough, as it about matched the circumference of his finger.
The third one made her rock forward on his lap, gasping a little as he pushed it inside her. That one made her entrance burn a bit, a slight sting pinching her as it popped inside her because it was a little bigger.
“Oh…” She felt her pussy clench as the fourth one began to push in, stretching her wider, making her muscles try to push all of them back out again. They were going in deeper now, too, giving her more of the sensation of being filled in her rear channel, which was perversely unsettling.
“Take a deep breath, cupcake.”
She did, doing her best to relax, and moaned as the fourth one joined the three previous. It was big, and the feeling of fullness was almost too much.
“Last one.”
The biggest one.
Audrey closed her eyes, her head hanging down toward the carpet, as the tight ring protested being stretched open again.
The beads weren’t tapered like the plug had been, and being forced open to new dimensions for what hadn’t looked like that large a ball but now felt like Mason was trying to push a tennis ball up her ass did actually hurt…
But it felt good, too.
She cried out as it was pushed inside her, panting for breath once it was settled within.
Something brushed against the inside of her thigh, and she was pretty sure it was the ring at the end of the string of beads that she’d seen—something he could easily hook his finger into in order to pull them out of her.
Just the thought made her shiver.
What was that going to feel like?
“Good girl,” Mason said approvingly, sending a warm flush of heat through her as he patted her bottom.
There was a small crinkle of plastic as he got a wipe to clean his fingers.
“Now, it’s time for your spanking. Let’s say, twenty for not answering my call—or for not making me an exception on your DND if you prefer, ten for not calling me ‘Sir’, and ten more for lying. ”
“It was only a little lie,” she protested, because forty sounded like an awful lot. His hand smacked against her bottom, hard enough to sting, and she squealed.
“That doesn’t count as one of them,” he warned her. Which meant it was really going to be forty-one.
Audrey wisely bit her lip against saying that he was the liar. That would not go well for her, she was sure of it.
“Count them as we go, cupcake.”
His hand came down on her upturned bottom, hard.
Much harder than he’d spanked her before, not just tonight but previously.
Normally, he worked up to this force; he didn’t start with it.
Audrey’s heart jumped into her throat as her butt clenched around the beads, already wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
“Start counting, or you’re going to get more that also aren’t part of the official count,” he warned her.
“Um, one, Sir,” she managed to gasp out, just barely catching herself from starting at two.
“Good girl.”
Then his hand came down again on her other cheek, and she squealed, bucking forward before she remembered.
“Two, Sir!”
Audrey wasn’t sure if it was the counting, the fact he had started at a more forceful spanking, or knowing she really had been a little naughty, but this felt so different.
It wasn’t as sexy, yet she was becoming aroused as his hand came down again and again, and she counted out each and every swat.
Her cheeks clenched around the beads every time, her toes curled, and her bottom was starting to feel like it was on fire by the time they reached twenty. The halfway mark. Tears stung her eyes and slid down her face, dripping to the carpet beneath her.
A gentle hand rubbed over her burning bottom, surprising her as he paused.
“Halfway there, cupcake, how are you doing?”
“Well, my butt hurts. Sir.”
That startled a laugh from him, but really, what else was she supposed to say? It freaking hurt!
“You have twenty more to go,” he said, still rubbing her bottom, which both stung a little and felt good, as though he was soothing it. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
He was offering her an out. Reminding her of it, really, just in case she’d forgotten.
Audrey felt the tightness of the skin where her tears had tracked over it. The heat of her burning bottom. The way her muscles clenched around the plug. The throbbing between her thighs.
Did she want to stop?
Get to the more pleasurable stuff?
She’d done the initial twenty.
Did she really feel like she deserved twenty for her little lie and for forgetting to call him ‘Sir’?
Maybe.
Maybe part of her just wanted to see if she could handle it; maybe part of her was enjoying this, even though she also thought she was crazy to; maybe part of her just needed the catharsis of getting it all out.
“No, Sir.” She took a deep breath, readying herself. “I want to finish it.”
“Brave girl. These last twenty won’t be as hard.”
It didn’t matter, though. Her cheeks were already on fire, so every swat felt like burning. She cried out. Squirmed. Counted. Wondered if she was insane for asking him to continue. But she didn’t want him to stop. Some part of her craved it.
Needed it.
And when she counted the fortieth, she burst into raw sobbing that had nothing to do with the physical pain.