Chapter Fourteen
King let his fingerstrail between the crack of her ass, testing her wetness. “I told you before I’d beat your ass if I felt you needed it. I decide when you need it, and this is one of those times. Are you in, or are you out?” He wouldn’t push her into something she wasn’t willing to do, but this was something he wasn’t willing to bend on. If she was going to be his woman, she would need to understand he had rules, and with those came consequences.
“If I say out, are you going to let me walk out of here?” she asked, her voice quivering.
“Is that what you want?” King lifted his hand away from her body.
“No, dammit. You know it’s not. I just...I’ve never had a spanking. There. I said it. I don’t think I’ll like it, either.”
“Are you in, or are you out? If you’re in, pick a safe word. All you have to do is say that word, and I’ll stop whatever we’re doing at any time.” He began running his hand down her back again.
“Penelope,” she blurted. “Oh god, are we really going to do this? Are you going to take me to some club and make me wear leather and kneel at your feet?”
King grinned at her question, but instead of answering her, he let his hand come down, the slap a loud crack that split the air, followed by her cry. He immediately slapped the other cheek, followed by another on each one. He paused, rubbing his palm over the pinkening flesh. With each hit, her cries got quieter, which made him proud. She needed to learn he would never be like her late husband, ever. Lifting his hand, he tapped her ass again, alternating cheeks, switching up the intensity of the blows and placement until her entire ass was a lovely shade of red.
“You,” slap “will,” slap “never,” slap “compare,” slap “me to that fucker,” slap slap “again. Are we clear?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her red bottom. She’d begun lifting toward his hand as he’d spanked her. Now, he trailed his fingers between her thighs, the moisture he’d felt on his bare thigh soaking his fingers.
“Yes, I understand,” she sighed.
King lifted her to a standing position, spreading his legs so she stood between them. “You liked your spanking.”
She bit her bottom lip but nodded. “I don’t understand why.”
He lifted his hand, fingers wet from her moisture, and rubbed them over her lips. “Taste yourself.” He could explain why he thought she liked it, but she needed to figure it out for herself.
Ayesha opened her mouth, taking his fingers inside. She sucked a little delicately, but it only took a moment before she licked around them like he imagined she would his dick. “Fuck,” he swore.
If he’d thought he was in charge, she proved him wrong, dropping to her knees in front of him, her hands so tiny next to his pushed his legs apart. “May I?” she asked, reaching for his dick.
King grunted. She’d reduced him to a fucking Neanderthal. “Lick the tip first.” He had to take back control.
His hands went to her head, one to hold her hair back, the other he held his dick for her. She placed her own palm over his, squeezing his fingers, moving up and down his shaft faster. Her tongue moved over the top, tickling the slit, swirling around the crown before she took the entire mushroom-shaped head inside her mouth. King didn’t think he could take much more, especially not when she flattened her tongue and worked the sensitive underside.
Using his grip on the back of her head, he pulled her off him, lifting her back to her feet. King stood, the move making her back up, but he wasn’t letting her get away, not when he needed to be inside her, now. He brought his mouth down, silencing her while lifting her up and turning them so that he could put her onto the bed. The kiss wasn’t sweet or gentle. Their teeth clanked as he moved them into the middle of the bed, her hands running over him, gripping his dick fiercely.
“Condom,” he groaned.
King reached over and snagged the foil pack, putting it on in seconds. Her eyes watching him the entire time made his cock jerk. “Tell me if I hurt you, and I’ll slow down.” Leaning down on one elbow, he kept most of his weight off her. He worked the head of his dick against her slippery pussy, coating himself with her cream. Looking at her, needing to see her face while he entered her for the first time, he pushed inside, slowly filling her until she gasped. “Ssh, it’s alright. I’ll wait,” he said, even though waiting was the last thing he felt like doing. He could see her pulse racing from the vein in her throat.
“You’re too big,” she whispered.
“No, you’re just tight. Your body is so fucking sweet and wet. Fucking perfect. Feel that?” He pumped his hips just a little, resting his forehead against hers when her body let him in a little more.
King pulled back and thrust forward, making her breath come out in little gasps of air.
“You alright?” he asked once he was all the way in. Tension coiled inside him, winding tighter and tighter as her pussy constricted around him. “Don’t do that, baby.”
“Can’t help it,” she gasped.
AYESHA RAN HER HANDSdown his back, her fingers trailing down his ass, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her exploring. Even though it was cool, their bodies were covered in sweat.
He shifted, lifting up on his arms. “How close are you?” he gritted out.
Her pussy ached with the need to come. With every stroke of his dick inside her, she was sure she’d go over, but something held her back. “I can’t. I don’t—”
King reached between them with one hand, his finger unerringly finding her clit. Moments later, as the tension that had been building finally broke, she cried out. Her entire body shook as whiplashes of pleasure zinged through her. Her muscles locked up even as she cried out his name. At the same time, she felt him jerk above her, his growl as he came soothing her.
She didn’t know how long they lay there, neither speaking nor moving until the need for air became paramount. King must’ve felt her shifting beneath him. He rolled to his back, took the condom off, and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed.
Ayesha wasn’t sure what to do or say, having only slept with one other person. Luckily for her, King wasn’t shy or in the same position. His big arm reached for her, tucking her in next to him. The gentle stroking of his hand up and down her back, over her sore butt, was strangely relaxing.
“How do you feel?” he asked gruffly.
Ayesha gazed up at him, astonished to see him staring back at her. “I feel good. How about you?”
He went back to lazily stroking her. “Fucking great. Next time, I’ll go slower.”
She jerked her head back, trying to see if he was being serious. The man nearly drove her crazy with wanting him. “You didn’t hear any complaints from me, did you?”
His hand sifted through her hair. The fading pulses of her orgasm still shook her.
“No, but that doesn’t mean shit.” King’s dick twitched.
She was about to ask him how he could recover so quickly as she saw his dick getting hard when both their phones vibrated on the nightstand.
King lifted his arm over his eyes, groaning. “We should get those.”
“Probably,” she agreed.
When neither of them moved to grab their phones in time, he lifted his arm off his eyes, peering at her. “Do you think they’ll give up?”
No sooner had he asked before they were both vibrated again. “No.” She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
“I love watching your tits jiggle.” He tweaked one nipple while he grabbed their phones, pressing the talk button on both as he answered his. “What?” he barked.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hey, we’re getting ready to head that way, but Traeger thought we should call first in case you two were busy or something.” Tiana laughed.
Ayesha closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. “Can you stop at the clubhouse to see if they have ginger ale? My stomach is a little upset.” Which wasn’t a total lie. Thinking of her sister walking in on them was enough to make her nauseous.
“I appreciate that. Yeah, take your time. A huh. Fuck off,” King muttered before hanging up.
He put the phone back on the nightstand, glaring back at Ayesha. “I ain’t gonna be sneaking around to be with you,” he said.
She held her phone against her chest, seeing the resolve in his fierce expression. She didn’t want to hide whatever they had, either. Honestly, she wanted to be upfront with them—whatever they had. Hell, she wanted him to wear a big ole” sign proclaiming him her property. Her hand went to her mouth before the laugh could escape.
King took her hand away. “What were you thinking, and remember my rules?”
“Shit. That’s not fair. Can’t I have inner thoughts without telling you them?” she pouted.
“Of course you can. However, if I ask you what they are, you’ll tell me. I’m waiting.” He got up and stood next to the bed.
Ayesha crossed her arms, feeling at a disadvantage. Her ass still smarted, but at the same time, it sent a pulse to her pussy. “Does that go both ways?” Why was she pushing him?
King leaned down, pulling her up onto her knees. “Ayesha, I’m the boss, not you. I’d never do anything that would harm you or tell you to do anything that would harm you. With that being said, some things don’t go both ways. If I fuck up, you can bitch at me. You can get mad. Can you put me over your knee and spank my ass? Fuck no. When I ask you something that I want to know. You must tell me the truth and know I’ll always have your back. That trust goes both ways, baby.”
She could see she’d disappointed him, and that was the last thing she’d wanted. “I was thinking that I didn’t want to hide this either, whatever this is—well, I was just thinking you should wear a sign that declared you as mine. Not really, but you know. That was what I was thinking, in a joking way. Gah, that doesn’t even sound right, but in my head, it was what I was thinking, which is why I didn’t want to say it out loud. There, happy now?” Her voice wobbled at the end, but she could do nothing to stop it.
King took the phone from her hands and placed it next to his. “If we had time, I’d fuck you again.” He framed her face between his palms. “To answer your question, I’m very happy. And baby, I’ll let you claim me tonight when we go to the clubhouse. Trust me, not a soul there will have any doubt who belongs to whom by the time I take you home.” King covered her lips with his, devouring her in a kiss that melted every single resistance she had. Not that she had any, but he knew it.
He pulled back before she could ask for him to take her. “You better get dressed unless you want to shock the shit outta Tiana.” He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “I can’t wait to see these wearing some jewelry.” He gave the same attention to the other breast.
She didn’t let his words make her wish for more. He said jewelry, not his, not a possessive statement. How long would he want her? How long would she want to be his? She schooled her features, so he didn’t demand she tell him what she was thinking, dropping her chin to her chest. “We better get dressed. Oh, I just thought of something. What do I call you? When we’re, you know?” She waved a hand between their naked bodies.
King shook his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “My name is King. I don’t need to be called Sir or Master to know I’m in charge. I know you’ve probably read that in your books, and yes, that’s how it can be in many Dominant/submissive relationships. Each one is different. We set our own rules, but essentially, the principles are the same. Safe, sane, and consensual. Get dressed, and we’ll talk at the same time.” King picked up her clothes and placed them on the bed before he got his own off the floor.
“Do you belong to a club solely for that?” she asked, wondering if he would want to take her to one, excited at the thought.
“I’ve gone to a few, but I don’t have a membership. Do you know what BDSM stands for, Ayesha?” He tugged his shirt over his head, waiting for her answer.
She licked her lips, trying to come up with the right words. “Bondage and sadomasochism?”
He pinched her chin between his fingers. “Do you know what that means?”
“Do they like to beat their partners?” Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip to keep it from dropping open.
Anger flashed across his face. “Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, and Masochism is BDSM. Bondage doesn’t always have to be about sex, and neither does discipline. However, both tend to end up with that being the outcome. That’s where dominance and submission come in. It’s the giving and accepting of control in a relationship. A power exchange, if you will. A contract is a record of understanding and agreeance for a power exchange dynamic between the parties involved. While there’s not one certain thing that has to be included in a contract, it’s always best to add relevant things between the people involved. And to answer your unspoken question, I”ve never had a contract because I”ve never had a woman I wanted one with.”
Her heart did a happy little thump at his admission of never having another woman as his. Ayesha refused to overthink the why of that and focused on the rest of what he”d said. She knew about contracts since she read a lot of books about those types of relationships. Of course, they were romances, not real life.
“Why haven”t you had a contract?” she asked. If it was expected, and she knew it was because she’d googled it.
“I’ve never required one. I’ve gone to clubs, and I’ve had women who I fucked there who knew the score, but I never wanted one of my own. Finish dressing,” he told her as he sat down and put his socks on.
She hurried to comply, working over what he’d said in her mind. “How old are you?” she asked. The thought that he could be younger than her made her wince. Surely not.
“How old do you think I am?” He stood up and stretched.
“Please tell me you’re over thirty,” she muttered.
He held his hand out. “I’m over thirty. I’ll be thirty-four on my next birthday, and you’re twenty-seven years young. Come on, let’s head upstairs. I imagine Traeger has drug his feet hard enough that your sister is probably getting suspicious. Don’t forget to hold your stomach,” he warned.
There were still questions she wanted to ask, but with the firm set of his jaw, she knew he was done talking for the moment. She looked back toward the room he’d shown her. She tugged on his arm. “If you take me to that room, use those things on me...will you want a contract?”
“There will be more discussions, but trust me, you”ll love every fucking thing I do to you, baby. Besides, you’ve got your safe word, and I would never do anything to hurt you. In my world, that word is your power.” He picked up both their phones, switching his from silent as he handed hers back.
A melodious ring trilled through the space. “That’s the doorbell. Do you trust me, Ayesha?”
She didn’t even have to think before answering, her head nodding. “Yes, absolutely.”
“Then don’t worry about a piece of paper that can be torn up, altered, or ignored. If you want one, we’ll work on it, but we’ve got other things to worry about right now—mainly, my stomach.” He placed his hand over his flat abs just as it rumbled.
“I could eat, too, but Tiana just ate with Traeger.” They climbed the steps, her hand in his. The discussion about a contract was forgotten for the time being.
“I’ll toss a pan of lasagna in the oven. It’s already cooked. Just needs to be reheated.” King pushed the heavy door open, waiting ‘til she exited and shut it back.
“Sounds good. I’ll get the door. What’s the code to turn the alarm off?” Ayesha asked.
He waved her question away, pulling his phone out. “I got it.”