6. Good Girl
6 GOOD GIRL
Lanie
My mind warred with my heart for a fraction of a second before I hurried to the end of the bed. There wasn’t a submissive bone in my body, yet the second his deep voice dropped a fraction lower, I scrambled to do his bidding. My clothes hit the floor faster than a stripper in Vegas, then I climbed on the bed and laid exactly how he said. Noah’s eyes blazed with such intensity as he strode across the room, I swore I felt the heat on my skin.
His lips tipped up at the corners.
“Good girl.”
Fuck! Why was that so hot?
He’d barely touched me, yet my body was keyed up to the point of no return. My nipples stiffened into hard buds, scraping against the harsh material of my bra with each breath. The sensation sent shock waves of desire straight to my core, dampening my panties embarrassingly fast. If he didn’t hurry up, I’d combust or spontaneously orgasm, either of which would’ve been better than the gnawing throb happening at my center .
“Noah, please,” I whined, squeezing my thighs together.
“You’re so beautiful.” He was still fully clothed as he put a knee to the mattress, then fell forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of my head. My heart rate sped up when he leaned down, his hot breath mingling with my own as he spoke against my lips, “We’ll discuss the rules later.”
Then he kissed me, his lips firm and unyielding against mine. If I had any doubt as to who was in charge, it disappeared the second his tongue surged inside my mouth. Angling his head, he took us deeper, making my body tingle from head to toe as desire sparked across every nerve ending.
All too soon, he broke our connection, raking his teeth along my lower lip. I followed him with my eyes as he shifted, lying on his side next to me with a forearm to the bed, propping himself up.
“Don’t look so nervous, Little Lamb.” He traced a finger along the strap. “The only place I’m leading you tonight is heaven. Arms above your head, and keep them there until I say otherwise.”
Slowly, without losing his gaze, both arms slid up the mattress. With anyone else, I would’ve felt vulnerable in this position, but with Noah it was the opposite. It was freeing.
His finger slid farther down, hooking into the cotton material of my bra and gently pulling until I was bared to him. After licking his thumb, he used the digit to circle my nipple twice then pinched it hard. Before I could even react to the pain, his mouth was there, drawing the bud between his lips, soothing away the sting with each delicious suck.
Wetness pooled between my thighs and a deep moan filled the room. Whether it was mine, his, or a combination of the two, I couldn’t be sure because my mind was too overwhelmed with pleasure to care.
My fingers wove through his dark locks, needing to touch him in some way, though I realized my mistake too late. I lost his mouth at the same time his hand cupped me between my legs possessively.
“Did I say you could move?”
His gravelly tone sent chills up and down my spine—not out of fear––but out of the strange new desire I had to please him. Immediately, my arm flew backward, bouncing against the mattress in its descent.
“That’s my girl.”
Instead of resuming the exquisite torture on my nipple, he sat up, moved to the end of the bed and dropped to his knees.
“Noah. What?—”
My words were cut off abruptly when he reached behind my knees and pulled my body down the mattress, spreading my legs to accommodate his wide shoulders. I was still in a state of shock when he buried his face in my panty-covered pussy.
“Oh my God,” I cried out, fisting the sheets above me, my back arching when his tongue flicked my clit through the lace.
“Not God,” he grunted. “When you come, you say my name.”
Gliding a hand up the inside of my thigh, he moved the thin material to the side and licked straight up my center. His groan spurred one of my own as he devoured me—body and soul.
One long, thick finger filled me, followed quickly by a second. They moved at a measured, deliberate pace, only accelerating when Noah took my clit between his lips and sucked. It was heaven mixed with hell. It was incredible.
“Find it, Lanie.” He rotated his fingers, stroking against a place deep inside. “Show me how you’ll squeeze my cock.”
With one final lick across my bundle of nerves, I cried out as an orgasm crashed through me with the force of a hurricane. Tremors racked my body and my heart pounded furiously in my chest. The intensity was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It felt like I was floating, yet falling at the same time.
“That was beautiful, Lanie.”
Noah kissed my inner thigh as he stood, gently removing his fingers from my body, only to put them straight into his mouth. The vision was so erotic, I was helpless to do anything other than watch him lick them clean of my excitement. When he was finished, he climbed onto the bed, situating us so he was on his back while I was half sprawled across his chest.
His voice cut through the silence after a few minutes. “How do you feel about what we just did?”
“Honestly, I’m confused. I’ve never thought of myself as submissive, Noah. I’m too strong-willed.”
“Being a submissive in the bedroom isn’t showing weakness, Lanie. In fact, it takes a great deal of strength and courage to willingly hand over control of your pleasure to someone else.”
“Huh. I never thought about it that way.” I paused before asking the one question that had been bothering me since he told me about being dominant. “How many other women have you done this with?”
“None. I’ve never had this type of relationship with another woman,” he answered. “I’ve obviously researched and studied every aspect of being a Dom, but I think I was waiting for you.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“We’ll navigate this together. Find our own way.”
“I like the sound of that, but this whole Dom/sub thing is just for the bedroom, right? You’re not going to try to run my life all the time?”
“Would you even let me?” He chuckled when I raised my head, shooting him a glare. “Didn't think so. I won’t lie, there’s going to be some level of crossover. Your health and safety will always come first. That would be the case, regardless of whether or not you agreed to give this a try.”
“You mentioned rules.” I snuggled farther into his side. “Tomorrow’s too far away. You may as well hit me with them now. Rip off the proverbial Band-Aid.”
He huffed a breath, then kissed my forehead. “Communication is key. It’s rule number one in any relationship, but it’s essential in a D/s. If you don’t like something we do, tell me and we’ll discuss it.”
I listened with rapt attention as he went through each one like bullet points in a presentation. The second rule though, Do what I say without question and without hesitation, was going to be broken often. It couldn’t be helped. I was who I was and I made no apology for it. Although, apparently, my lack of self-control would get me in hot water with rule number five: Don’t break the rules unless you’re willing to accept the punishment. Punishment, I discovered, was simply an alternative noun for spanking, which according to Noah, I should’ve received for moving when he told me not to.
As crazy as it sounded, I was on board with everything—even the red ass—as long as it meant I’d be with Noah. The problem was opening my heart up again. It had been broken once before, partly due to miscommunication and partly because I was more stubborn than the day was long. Regardless, I was willing to try.
After I yawned for the third time, Noah scooped me up, lifted the covers, then slid us both underneath, my back to his front.
“I need to get out of this bra and put some clothes on.”
His fingers were at my back before I finished talking and the next thing I knew, said bra went sailing across the room.
“Noah,” I screeched, flipping quickly to my stomach.
“In our bed, you’ll either sleep in my T-shirt or nothing at all. Your choice.”
I literally bit my tongue to avoid blurting out one of my usual snarky responses. The choice to delay having a sore behind was an easy one to make, but that didn’t mean I was happy about it.
“Shirt,” I grumbled.
He climbed out of bed to dig through his bag, returning with a plain black shirt. Handing it to me, he unbuckled his pants and stripped down to his blue boxer briefs before rejoining me in bed. I might have thought more about the massive bulge between his legs if I hadn’t been so irritated with his high-handedness. It was something I’d have to get used to, but for now, I really needed sleep.
“I’m not saying thank you.”
I heard a muttered, “Brat,” as I ducked under the covers to slip the shirt over my head. When I emerged, I scooted to the far edge of the bed, away from the bossy dick behind me.
The bed dipped as he leaned over, tagged me around the waist, and dragged me back to the middle where he resumed our previous position .
“And I’m not calling you Daddy.”
The back of my neck warmed where he buried his face and shook with laughter. I didn’t know what the hell was so funny.
“Good to know, Darlin’, but that’s not my kink.”
“Not that I’m yucking anyone else’s yum, but that’s a hard stop for me.”
“Hard limit , Little Lamb.”
“Same difference.”
“Go to sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
“Bossy.”
“Now you’ve got the idea.”
Noah
Waking up wrapped around Lanie for the second morning in a row was nothing short of a miracle. Especially after my revelation last night had the potential to go sideways. I knew as long as she kept her mind open, we’d be perfect together. And I was right.
Lanie was a confident, kick-ass FBI agent; a fierce protector with the smile of a siren and the right hook of Mike Tyson. I was inexplicably drawn to her from the day Waverly introduced us, all those years ago. Initially, I blew it off and when that didn’t work, I switched tactics to actively ignoring the building attraction. For a while, it worked, until a little too much alcohol led to our night that never was, where I crashed and burned spectacularly.
But it wasn’t until Lanie went undercover that my Dom instincts roared to life. My thing had always been about control in the bedroom. What surfaced when she put herself in danger was akin to control on steroids or maybe, control two-point-oh. It threw me for a loop, to say the least. That was when I knew for certain Lanie was the only one I’d ever want. Problem was, I was an idiot. I might have two college degrees, but it took a come-to-Jesus chat from Duncan to show me what I’d be missing if I didn’t get my head out of my ass.
“Morning.” Her sleepy greeting snapped me out of my head.
“Good morning,” I returned, skimming my hand along her hip, under the edge of my T-shirt, which had ridden up during the night, until I found her bare breast.
“Yes, it could be.” She arched her back, grinding her superb ass against my morning wood.
“You are every temptation I wasn’t prepared for.” I massaged her ample flesh between my fingers. “And the only one I’d slay dragons to keep.”
“Jesus, Noah.” She twisted in my arms, dislodging my hand and our blankets in the process. “There’s no need to harm mythical creatures. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Tucking several strands of her golden hair behind her ear, I asked, “Even after last night?”
“What part of me coming like a freight train made you think I didn’t enjoy the hell out of what we shared?”
Lanie was a straight shooter. She didn’t mince words—which I appreciated—but this was about more than an orgasm. Even though part of me wanted to put off this conversation, a bigger part was desperate to know where we stood.
“I’m talking about the Dom stuff.”
“So am I.” She pressed her palm to my cheek. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but only because I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Not possible.” I leaned into her touch. “Last night was spectacular, but it was just a small taste of what it’ll be like between us. We’ll figure out what works for us and what doesn’t. There’s an obvious learning curve since this is all new for both of us.”
“Does that mean my ass is safe from your hand for the foreseeable future?”
“Spanking isn’t strictly for punishment, you know. Some people enjoy a little pain mixed with their pleasure.”
“Not me,” she huffed.
“How do you know?”
“I…um…”
She stumbled over her words as I slid a hand down her back, cupping her bottom over the top of her panties. I grinned as an idea took shape. The images in my head were enough to make my dick stand up and pay attention.
“Do you want me to show you how enjoyable it can be?”
When she didn’t immediately scoff at the suggestion, I went a step further. Sitting up, I scooted to the edge until my feet touched the floor.
“Come here, Little Lamb.” I patted the mattress beside me, watching her closely to gauge her response.
She didn’t move at first, other than to lick her plump lips, reminding me I hadn’t had a taste of them yet that morning; something I would rectify soon. Indecision played over her features, but eventually curiosity won out.
Alaina Biggs was the picture of grace, gliding across the bed until her long, toned legs hung off the side next to mine. Wariness mixed with a sliver of determination laced her sultry eyes, which appeared more green than brown as rays of sunlight began to filter into the room.
“I may need the control, Lanie, but you hold all the power. Remember that.” Tapping my thigh with my hand, I demanded, “Lie across my lap. Face down, ass up.”
Her movements were shaky—almost shy—but she did it, and the sight was enough to have my cock hardening further in my boxer briefs. Dragging her panties down to mid-thigh, I rubbed a hand over one cheek, then the other, warming the flesh under my palm. “We’ll start with six, since you tortured me for six days driving across the country. Are you with me?”
She nodded.
“Give me the words, Lanie.”
“Yes.”
“One more thing. I want you to pick a safe word or phrase, something that will tell me when you’ve reached your limit.”
“Bean bag.”
A grin tugged at my lips as I thought about the bean bag sofa she had in her living room up until a few months ago. It was the topic of more than one conversation among our team. Mostly Keaton and Koen would tease her about owning one and she’d threaten to kick both their asses if they didn’t knock it off. I’m not sure why she ended up getting rid of it. The damn thing was comfortable.
“Now try to relax.”
She took a deep breath and as soon as she blew it out, my hand came down twice in rapid succession, the strikes landing about an inch apart on one ass cheek.
“Fuck,” she hissed when my fingers made contact with her tender flesh, massaging the sting away. My hand moved south, caressing the curve of her ass until I reached her pussy. Lanie groaned as I parted her slick folds, teasing her entrance but never quite dipping inside.
Without warning, I pulled my hand away and quickly landed two more slaps to her other cheek. She squirmed on my lap, and I knew exactly what I’d find when my fingers went back to her core.
“Fuck, I knew you’d like this. You’re drenched.”
“Noah,” she breathed my name as my middle finger found her clit, strumming back and forth, bringing her close to the edge. She was so damn responsive, I couldn’t wait to explore it further, to test both of our limits.
“Almost done, then I’ll make you come.”
The next two were slightly harder than the previous ones and perfectly placed right on top of each other. The lingering sting it created would remind her of what we’d done over the next couple of hours. Staring at my marks on her creamy skin, a sense of rightness swelled in my chest. I’d hoped for so long to be in this exact position with Lanie, I just didn’t think we’d ever get there. Now that we were, there was no way I was ever letting her go.
Shifting us around, I scooped her up and cradled her against my chest. Somehow, she looked even more radiant than usual. It wasn’t the flush in her cheeks or the fine sheen of sweat that glistened across her forehead. No. What made it all worth it was the lazy smile on her face, and how she leaned into my touch when I brushed the hair back from her face.
“You did so good, Little Lamb.”
I kissed the top of her head, then made good on my promise. First, she came on my fingers, then my tongue, before I took care of myself in the shower, imagining it was her fingers wrapped around my cock.
Soon. Very soon.
They were trying to kill me, or at the very least, severely injure me. They being Percy and Leland. Lanie and I had been enjoying a shitty cup of coffee when they showed up begging for my help. I should’ve known it was all a ruse.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me?” I gritted out.
“Not even a little.” Percy crossed his arms over his chest. “You want my blessing to marry my daughter?”
“Eventually.”
“Then you have to prove you can provide for her.”
The three of us stood outside of a large paddock behind the main barn. Inside the fence was a very large, very pissed-off, chestnut-colored horse. He was gorgeous, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be anywhere in his vicinity.
“How does getting in there with that rabid animal prove anything besides my stupidity?”
“He’s spirited, not rabid,” Leland interjected with a smirk I wanted to knock off his face.
“Don’t be dramatic, city boy.” Percy held out a rope halter. “We’ve been working with Whiskey for weeks. He’s practically tame.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“It’ll show me you’re willing to go to any lengths to keep her safe and happy.”
“I’m gonna need a shot or ten of whiskey if I survive this.” I snatched the rope out of his hand and climbed over the fence. Glancing back, I narrowed my eyes at my future father-in-law. “And not the cheap shit either.”
Percy flicked his head toward the horse. “You get that around his neck, I’ll crack open the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue I’ve been savin’ for a special occasion.”
“Deal.”
Grass crunched underneath the weight of my Timberlands, as I took step after cautious step toward the center of the field where the massive beast waited. I needed a plan, some way to take back control of the situation. Problem was, I didn’t have the first damn clue what I was doing.
“Easy, big boy.”
I raised my hands in front of me, slowing my pace further when Whiskey shook his head and stamped his foot in the dirt. There was such intelligence behind his deep-brown eyes as he tracked my every move, probably plotting my imminent demise.
When I was less than twenty feet away from meeting my maker, I heard her.
“I’d stop right there if I were you, Cowboy.”
Lanie sounded equal parts amused and worried, which did nothing to calm my pounding heart. My only consolation was with her right there, I didn’t think her dad and brother would take a chance with my life.
“Little busy here, Darlin’,” I hollered, never losing sight of my target.
Trickles of sweat dripped down my spine. It wasn’t balmy outside, but with the sun blazing down on me, it felt considerably warmer. Or maybe it was the fact I was staring death in the face.
“Unless you’ve got some sugar cubes in your pocket, you won’t get anywhere near him.”
“Oh yeah? How do you know?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin when she stepped past me, putting herself between me and the four-legged tank. Her ass would be wearing more of my marks after that move, so long as we both made it out of the pasture unscathed.
“Because Whiskey is mine.”
Without waiting for my reply, she was on the move. Unlike mine, her steps were steady and sure .
“I’ve missed you, my beautiful boy,” she cooed, reaching into her pocket, then holding her hand out in front of her, palm up.
Whiskey whinnied, bobbing his head up and down as his long legs ate up the distance between them in seconds. I was about to grab on to her sweatshirt to pull her behind me when she let out a sound that stopped me in my tracks. She giggled, which turned into a full-blown laugh as the horse lowered his head to her hand.
I watched, awestruck, as she cradled his long face between her hands, peppering kisses along the bridge of his nose. In all the years I’d known her, I’d never witnessed this side of Lanie. She was in her element and I fell just a little more in love with each passing moment.
“My girl always did have a way with him.” Percy sidled up next to me, a ghost of a smirk on his face. Looking around, I saw his partner in crime had vanished, leaving him to take the heat for their little stunt.
“You led me to believe he was vicious.”
“No, I just didn’t correct your assumptions.” He shrugged.
Asshole.
“Noah, come here.” Lanie beckoned me closer with a wave of her hand. She called…I went. That’s the way it was, I’d never been able to say no to her, probably never would. Denying how much she had me wrapped around her gorgeous finger was futile.
“You’re full of surprises. I never imagined you as a horse person, Lanie.”
“Beth and I used to ride the trails around here for hours. We wanted to give horseback tours through the Colorado Rockies after high school.”
“I’m sorry you lost her. ”
“Me too.”
“Why don’t you disappear again, Alaina.” At the edge of the fence line, Jill Benson paused to spit her vitriol. “Everyone’s lives were so much better when you left.”
“Ignore her,” Percy spat. “I’ve told Dave for years to get her some help.”
“She’s hurting, Dad.”
“Doesn’t excuse her ignorance.”
Stepping to the side, she reached for me, placing my hand high up on the horse’s side with hers on top. Up and down she guided us while his muscles quivered beneath each stroke we made on his flank.
“I stopped riding when she disappeared. It wasn’t fair to Whiskey or Smoke, but the memories were too painful.”
“Smoke?”
“She was Beth’s.” A frown pulled at her lips. “I’m not even sure what happened to her.”
Percy cleared his throat, alerting us to his presence. “She’s still here, baby girl. Dave couldn’t bring himself to sell her, even though Jill begged him to do it.”
“Where is she?”
“In the stable.”
Lanie flashed me a smile I knew meant trouble. I just didn’t realize how much.
“Do you wanna go for a ride, Noah?”