32. Worthy
Worthy
Sam
“Q thinks I’m worth moving for!” she shouted before his hand fell, but it didn’t matter.
They both knew she didn’t mean it. She couldn’t even fake sounding like she meant it. She sounded slightly desperate, which was more about being punished than anything else.
Q’s hand came down hard and fast and she squealed. He got a few swats in before she got her breath back.
“Q thinks I’m worth moving for!”
“That’s a vast improvement, but I think you can do better, pretty girl,” Q said as he continued to spank her, hard, crisp swats peppering her bottom and making her whine and whimper.
“I want you to feel it, to mean it. What we have together is good. I want to be a part of your life, and I want you to be a part of mine. I don’t want you keeping me out or making my decisions for me.
I want to be part of making decisions together. ”
The heat flaring in her backside was becoming more and more painful, each swat coming down on spots that had already been smacked, adding to the growing fire. Sam wriggled and panted as she felt her skin changing color, knowing it was turning a brighter pink every time his hand impacted her flesh.
It was also cleansing. She knew she’d messed up.
She’d known the right thing to do would have been to tell Q, but she’d pushed those thoughts away, burying them deep, thinking he’d never know.
She hadn’t wanted to face her feelings, but the guilt had still been there and got worse after he’d been so upset when he’d found the job listing.
Now, being punished for her wrongs felt right.
“Q thinks I’m worthy!” A bit different from what he’d said before, but it felt better. More like she was saying what she was really supposed to believe.
His hand came down again, smoothing over her sore buttocks.
“Good girl, that’s a lot closer.”
Her insides heated, but not nearly as much as her ass as Q’s hand lifted and came down again.
Dammit!
The hard smack against her ass made her gasp. Her skin was becoming more and more sensitive, and the heat was burning through her, sparking off a new emotion—anger—not at Q, but at herself.
Why was she so down on herself? Why didn’t she feel worthy? She’d always thought she had good self-esteem, but clearly, she’d missed something. There was no reason she should feel that way… except…
She’d always fought against the notion that money defined her worth, especially in high school. Pride had pushed her against telling anyone what was going on or what motivated her. She’d found her confidence in her grades, her AP classes, her intellect.
But in real life there were no grades. There was no one telling her she was top of the class. The only thing she could really measure her success by was her income.
Oh, yeah? What about measuring by the number of people who care about you? The number of people who would help you if you just let them?
What about measuring by the number of kids you’ve helped?
Her lack of money was causing issues in her life, but that didn’t mean she was failing. Heck, she knew better than anyone that hard work didn’t guarantee financial comfort. Otherwise, her dad would have been a millionaire.
She’d never blamed him or been ashamed of him.
So, why was she so focused on it for herself?
Because I wanted to make Dad’s work and sacrifices worth it.
In her head, that had meant being financially successful enough to take care of him in the way he’d taken care of her.
Sam sniffled, as much from the painful burning igniting in her butt as realizing that she’d been so hard on herself because she’d wanted to be able to give back to her dad—and do it on her own.
So many people had talked about what promise she had and how successful she was going to be, she hadn’t wanted anyone to know that she wasn’t.
Granted, she was a bit of a loner, but feeling like she couldn’t let anyone down, especially her dad, made it so much worse. He wouldn’t want her to feel this way. He didn’t care how much she made, only that she was happy.
And she was happier now than she’d ever been, though still worried about money. It was definitely time for a change, but she didn’t have to sacrifice everything that was making her happy to get it.
“I’m worthy!” She said the words fiercely, not in reaction to the sting of Q’s hand coming down on her ass—though that probably helped—but because she really truly believed it.
She was worthy. Even if she needed some help sometimes. Even if she hadn’t met all the goals she’d set for herself when she’d graduated or when she’d gotten her job. What happened to her didn’t define her worth, and she was worthy.
“Good girl.”
Sam sniffled when she found herself being pulled up onto Q’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around her.
“Ouch!” A freshly spanked ass rubbing against jeans was not comfortable. Q just chuckled, the big jerk, his hand coming down to rub against the side of her burning bottom.
Resting her head against his shoulder, Sam wiped away the tears adorning her cheeks, still sniffling and sighed happily. Despite the tears, despite her chastised bottom, she was happier and more at home here in Q’s arms than she had been all week. This was right where she wanted to be.
“Now, then. I won’t lie, I don’t particularly want to move to Ohio, but if that’s where you’re going, I would absolutely consider it. Strongly.” His arms tightened around her. “I want a future with you, Samantha Dupre. I’m hoping you want one with me, too.”
“I do, I promise, I do.” She pressed her hand against his chest. “I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt that. I just… I just realized that I had some ideas in my head that I don’t particularly like. A lot of them about money and about accepting help. I might have a little too much pride sometimes.”
“I don’t think pride is necessarily a bad thing, but yeah, accepting help can be hard, but it can also make a huge difference. A friend got me my job. Sure, I’ve worked my way up through the company on my own merit, but I got the job because of a friend.”
“Hmm.” Sam blinked. She hadn’t even though about reaching out to some of her past friends.
She did have them even if they’d grown apart.
As Morgan and Noelle had pointed out to her, if one of her old OT friends from either school or work reached out to her and asked for help, she would want to help them, right?
Or if she’d found out they could have used her help and didn’t ask, she would be upset.
She could absolutely reach out to her old college friends or some of the OTs who had left her practice for other jobs and ask them if they knew of any job openings.
Why hadn’t she done that?
Because I didn’t want to admit that I need help, that I had to do it all on my own.
People weren’t successful all on their own.
One way or another, they had help along the way, whether it was where they were born, what family they belonged to, the connections they made through their life, or even just being lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.
People didn’t exist in a vacuum, and she needed to remember that.
She had friends. She had Q. She had her dad. She had help.
She’d get through this.
“Also, I would be happy to help you with any of your… needs.” Q’s voice turned husky and seductive. Lifting his hips, he rubbed the bulge of his erection against her thigh, making her giggle.
“Oh, yeah? I’ve missed you this week.” She ran her finger up to the undone button on his shirt so she could stroke his chest. There were definitely more serious conversations in their near future and some things she needed to figure out, but right now, she really had missed him all week and her body was buzzing with arousal in the aftermath of her spanking.
Q
Sam’s immediate response was a relief—he hadn’t been sure he’d judged her mood correctly. Just because he was turned on didn’t mean she was.
“I missed you, too.” He really had, more than he would have thought possible a few months ago.
He cleared his throat. There was one more thing they needed to talk about and he preferred to do it with her over his lap.
“In the interest of full disclosure, I should also tell you that I’ve been paying your club fees that aren’t covered by volunteering.
Purely for selfish reasons because I want you there. ”
To his surprise and relief, she didn’t seem upset. Jerking her head up, she looked over her shoulder, staring at him for a moment as if trying to assess whether or not he was being truthful, then her head dropped back down.
“I feel like I should be mad, but I’m not. I don’t know if it’s because of the spanking or because I missed you too much to be mad.”
Thank God. Which meant he could get them back on track.
“I think you should show me how much you missed me.” He gave her ass another little pat before shifting to tip her off his lap. Sam giggled but didn’t protest when she ended up on her knees in front of him.
There was something incredibly hot about having her on her knees after a spanking, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks, her lips wrapped around his cock.
He knew the tears weren’t entirely from the spanking—she’d definitely had some kind of emotional reckoning—but the visual was still damn good.
And she was very eager to show him how much she’d missed him.
Q groaned, letting his head tip back, one hand atop her head, as her lips slid over the length of his cock, moving up and down.
Her tongue curled and licked, pressing the sensitive underside, teasing the soft head.
He groaned when she pushed it into the slit, lapping at his precum, before descending again.
His other hand reached for her breast, cupping the soft flesh and massaging it.
Her nipple was already budded, and it hardened further under his touch.
He tugged and twisted the little nub, enjoying the vibrations of her moans around his dick, the way the suction increased as he toyed with the sensitive bud.
It also reminded him of something he’d always wanted to do.
Taking hold of her hair with the hand he had atop her head, he lifted her head up, pulling her mouth away from him. His cock was wet and slick from the blow job, her lips swollen and pouty, eyes full of confusion, disappointment, and anticipation, wondering what he was going to do next.
“I want you on your back. Either on the floor or the bed, your choice.”
Sam’s eyes lit up, although he didn’t think she had any clue what he was planning.
“Yes, Sir.” He could almost see the calculation running through her mind before she made her decision, getting gracefully to her feet and moving to the bed.
Standing, Q followed her, a little more slowly because he was taking off his clothes as he moved.
By the time he reached the bed, he was naked, and she was stretched out in the middle of the bed, arms above her head, elbows slightly bent in a position of repose.
Her breasts had flattened slightly, nipples pointed to the ceiling, and she’d spread her legs wide.
Instead of getting on the bed and kneeling between them, Q got on the bed and straddled her ribcage. Sam’s pretty hazel eyes widened in surprise as he palmed her breasts, cupping the soft flesh and pushing it together to cradle his dick in the plush valley.
He thrust his hips forward, and it felt good, her skin rubbing along his shaft, but that wasn’t quite the sensation he wanted.
“Do you have any lube?”
“In the drawer,” she replied, tilting her head at the nightstand. Her eyes were alight with interest and curiosity.
Leaning over, Q opened the drawer and pulled out the small tube of strawberry flavored lube.
Perfect. He held it over her breasts, drizzling it down between them, making her pale skin glossy as the light reflected off it.
Something about her expression, the completely focused way she was watching his every movement, made him wonder…
“Sam, has anyone ever fucked these beautiful breasts?”
Her gaze flicked up to him, then back down to his cock as she blushed hotly.
“No,” she whispered.
Well, well, well. Virgin territory. He didn’t know why but he really liked the idea of being able to do something with her she’d never done before, the same way he had when he’d let her peg him.
“Then I feel very lucky,” he murmured as he cupped her breasts again, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he slid his cock into the now slick crease between the soft mounds.
Sam shivered, still watching with fascination.
The dark of head of cock peeked out between the creamy mountains.
“To be the first to enjoy your breasts this way. Damn that feels good… give me your tongue baby girl. I want you to lick me while I fuck these pretty breasts.”
The color in her cheeks turned even pinker, but she obeyed, her tongue flicking out and over the head of his cock.
It was both a delight and a tease as Q thrust between her breasts.
His hands held them tightly on either side, increasing the pressure on his cock as it ran through her cleavage.
Every time the head made it through the valley, Sam’s tongue was there to greet it.
The sight, as much as the feel, was what drove him, his thrusts coming harder and faster between her breasts.
Having her pinned beneath him, offering up her body in a way that didn’t give her a chance for climax, was so fucking hot.
He moved his hips, sliding his cock back and forth, groaning as his pleasure bubbled up and over.
When hot liquid spurted, Sam instinctively jerked her chin up, leaving the white fluid to arc and land on her collarbone. The white cum flowed as Q groaned, shuddering as he created a pearl necklace around her pretty throat.