Chapter 12 Nate #2
I look down at her. “It’s a night of firsts for both of us.”
That makes her smile and it doesn’t look the slightest bit shy. It looks proud. Almost smug. Then her face tightens in confusion.
“So does that mean you have other relationships? Like, ones outside of the lifestyle?”
“No, Harper. I have subs. That’s all.”
I watch as she chews on her lip, thinking how much I would like to do that myself. “You’re saying you never have women here?”
“I haven’t brought a woman to this house in more than five years.”
She looks equally surprised and pleased. I wish I could feel a fraction of her pleasure. Because now I’m thinking of the last woman who was here, the only woman who has ever been here. And those thoughts never bring a smile to my face.
“You know what I was thinking?” She stands up on her tiptoes a little, getting closer, her warm breath brushing across the skin of my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt.
“What were you thinking?” I look down at her to see bright eyes staring back at me, a sly grin on her face. I vaguely wonder if she sensed my mood shift, if she’s trying to bring me back into the here and now. That teasing little smile is a damn good way to do it.
“You said before that we should consider this a test run,” she points out. A flash of those fevered moments in the foyer hits me, the overwhelming desire I had felt to claim her. It had been absolute, primal, as if I couldn’t not take her right then.
Jesus, what is she doing to me? I shake my head a little to clear it.
“I remember.”
“Well it doesn’t seem to me that it was much of a test.”
I raise my eyebrows. She better not be implying that our earlier activities had been anything less than fantastic.
She must read the expression on my face because she hurries to continue.
“It was amazing,” she assures me, and I feel a surge of relief.
Fuck yes it was amazing. “But it wasn’t really a full representation of the lifestyle. ”
I watch her for a long moment, trying to decide if she’s joking. Finally, I wave my hand for her to continue. “Please go on. Since you’re the expert on this lifestyle.”
She blushes crimson. “I mean, you were pretty bossy and everything—”
“Bossy? Sweetheart, you haven’t seen bossy.”
“Dominant,” she corrects herself. “You were plenty dominant. But…”
“But…” I encourage her.
Her face somehow gets even redder. It’s adorable. “We didn’t…I mean you didn’t…” She closes her eyes, like she can’t bear to look at me when she says it. “There wasn’t much pain.”
Ah. So that’s what she’s getting at. “I believe I spanked you.”
She opens her eyes but keeps them downcast. “Not much.” She sounds petulant, almost childlike, and I bark out a laugh.
“Are you saying you’d like a little more punishment out of this relationship?”
“I think it’s probably something I should have some experience with before I make any decisions.”
The idea that she still has a decision to make, that she might choose to walk away from this, makes me feel panicky. Needing to do something to distract me from the clawing feeling in my chest, I grab her and do the thing I’ve been fantasizing about all night. I throw her over my shoulder.
“What are you—”
But I’m already heading up the stairs, my pace quick and determined.
“You want pain? We can do pain.” I don’t wait for her answer, don’t even give her a chance to take in our surroundings when we get to my room.
Instead I sit on the edge of the bed, arranging her body so she’s sprawled over my lap, her shoulders and face on the mattress beside my thighs, legs dangling off the bed.
“Nate—”
“I told you, Harper. You call me sir when we’re together like this.
” Before she can respond, I lift the blanket wrapped around her, exposing her bare ass, so lush and perfect I have to swallow a few times to get it together.
I adjust her a little so she’s directly over my knee, then rub a hand across her flesh, my fingers rough on the soft, plump swell of her.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur. “And it will be so much prettier once I’ve turned it red. ”
Not wanting to give her time to overthink it, I bring my hand down, hard, on her ass. She cries out, squirming away from me. I knew this would feel different from the way I’d spanked her earlier. That had been merely a swat. At this angle I’m able to put more force behind it.
She asked for pain, and she’s going to get it.
“You can tell me to stop,” I remind her, rubbing my hand over the flesh I just hit. Please, God, don’t let her ask me to stop. “You remember that, right?”
She nods, her breath coming heavy. “I need your voice, angel. Tell me you remember.”
“I remember, sir.”
I wait a moment, to make sure she’s certain. When it appears clear she’s not going to stop me, I do it again, harder this time. Once again, she squirms away, yelping.
“You’ll stay still, or I’ll get my paddle.” I say, voice low and serious.
I need her to understand that this isn’t just a game, not for me. I’m dead serious when I tell her I need her to do what I say. That’s just how I’m wired.
I can only hope she’s wired the same way, because I’m starting to think it might just break me if she walks away.
I bring my palm down again, just as hard, in the exact same spot, loving the sound it makes, that sharp slap against her flesh.
“If we do this together, I will punish you as I see fit.” I strike her other cheek this time.
“You were right to want to experience this before we move forward, because it’s part of who I am.
” Another slap. “I need you to obey me. That’s how this works. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, and I think she might be crying. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. So I bring my hand down again and then once more.
“Do you know why I’m punishing you?”
She sniffles. Definitely crying. “Because I asked you to?”
I chuckle at that, the sound dark in my ears. “Harper, you need to understand that I don’t do anything because you ask. I’m in control here. Not you.”
I smack her again, harder this time, and she cries out.
“I’m punishing you because you came to the club when I told you not to.
Because you let that asshole talk to you, let him touch you.
” I smack again, even harder, relishing in the way her skin is turning pink, darker with each strike.
With the way she yelps for me. “You let him touch what is mine, Harper.”
And I wanted to kill him for it.
“You need to learn this,” I say, rubbing my hand over the reddening skin.
“If you stay, this ass belongs to me. Your ass is mine, and so is this pussy.” Without any further warning I slip one hand between her legs, easily finding the place where she’s slick and hot.
I thrust two fingers inside, feeling her inner walls contract around me, like she could come right then.
Fuck. She feels amazing. So tight and hot and wet for me. Wet from this.
“Do you feel that?” I whisper. “Do you feel how turned on you are right now? Your body craves this, Harper. It craves this pain, this pleasure, as only I can give it to you.”
“Yes, sir,” she cries out, squirming against my fingers. With my other hand I smack again, at the same time as I thrust inside her, hard. She moans and I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose my mind.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, can’t understand this raging desperation. This moment, punishing a sub, is usually where I find my control. My calm.
But with Harper I feel anything but calm. I feel out of my mind as I smack her again and again, feeling her tight walls contract around my fingers, hearing her moans mixing with the cries of pain, with the stinging sound of my palm on her ass.
“I fucking love this, angel,” I groan, thrusting my fingers harder, faster. “You have no idea how hot this is, watching your ass turn red by my hand while I finger fuck your tight, wet cunt. Feeling how turned on you are, how wet you are for me.”
My cock is rock hard under her and I’m sure she can feel it against her belly. Christ, I wish I was inside her.
“Please,” she cries out, and I’m not sure what’s she’s asking for. To stop the spanking? To give her more between her legs? Either way, it sounds like she’s close to losing it, like she can’t stand it much longer. And I’m right there with her. “Please.”
“Oh, I like it when you beg,” I whisper, thrusting a third finger into her slit and bringing my other hand down hard on her upper thigh. “Beg some more.”
She does it without prompting, without shame, her voice desperate, her entire body shaking. “Please, sir, please. I’ll be so good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want, anything, anything, just let me come, please. ”
Fucking hell. She’s writhing on my lap now, ass rising up to meet my blows like she’s welcoming them, her hips thrusting toward my fingers. It is, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I think I could blow my load just watching her.
“Come,” I tell her, command in my voice. I need it from her almost as much as she needs it herself. Need to feel her tighten on me, fall apart. And she does. With a hoarse cry she explodes around my fingers, flooding me in warmth and wet and perfection. Her back arches toward me, head thrown back.
She’s gorgeous. Perfect.
“Good girl, good girl,” I sooth, rubbing her back, her reddened ass, her thighs. “That was so good, Harper. So good.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whimpers. “Thank you so much.”
I release a shaking breath, overwhelmed, and I pull her up to cradle in my arms. She comes easily, melting into me, her arms immediately going around my neck, pulling herself close. “You’re welcome, my good, sweet girl,” I murmur.
My body isn’t satiated. I need to fuck her again, and I will—soon. But something deep inside is satisfied. Something in me feels at peace. A sensation like relief is rushing through me, like I’m finally where I need to be, holding her still-shaking body in my arms.