Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
S teph woke up and found there was an empty space next to her in bed. With a slight wince, she rolled onto her back and realised that Jon was in the shower.
“Shit,” she muttered to herself as her sore behind reminded her of the previous night’s events prompting her to smile. As she recalled the hottest sex she had ever known, she frowned as a mixture of feelings combined, settling in her stomach. The specifics of the previous night resulted in a general feeling of confusion which really was becoming her default mode.
She remembered that after she’d asked Jon to show her what he wanted to do to her, she had indeed found herself kneeling up on all fours and as she was naked there were no knickers to pull down. She blushed remembering that she had felt slightly disappointed about that, as though that act would have added another dimension to proceedings, maybe a further touch of humiliation, like a naughty schoolgirl. She fidgeted at the sensation of her arousal resurfacing as she thought about it.
Jon had put the light on to see exactly how her position, up on all fours had allowed him ready access to all of her, but especially her behind that she had proudly pushed in the air towards him, inviting the first blow that struck almost immediately making her jump and cry out loud as the impact resonated; it had surprised her that it had hurt which seemed stupid now. What had she expected? Jon had continued to apply smack after smack with caresses and squeezes in between and she was still unsure what had been the biggest turn on.
With each blow, he had made her tell him what it was for, but had started her off with the first one, her behaviour with the stripper at Lindsay’s hen night. She recalled how she had felt aggrieved about that at the time because her parents always had a rule that as kids none of them should be punished for the same ‘crime’ twice, but obviously nobody had ever shared that rule with Jon. Although her parents had never punished their children physically. She lost count at ten but knew he had continued. Then he had given her the safe word of GOLF and saved his last and hardest smack for her ungrateful acceptance of his gift. Then he’d begun to trace a path from her rosy globes, down to her now wet and hot centre of arousal and as he teased her with the end of his large erection, probing her gently, she pushed back hoping to consume him fully resulting in him withdrawing and pulling her head back by gently tugging her hair as he lay along the length of her back to whisper in her ear.
“No! We do this my way, understand?”
“Yes,” she’d moaned as a reply.
“Plus, I don’t know if you deserve it.” He inserted first one and then a second finger making her groan loudly,
“Please, Jon, I’m begging you.”
“Right now you are so wet and turned on that I could do anything to you, couldn’t I?” he taunted as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her.
“Yes,” she admitted, realising that she was sobbing as she said it.
He was absolutely right. She was so turned on and aroused by him that there was nothing that she wouldn’t have agreed to in that moment and he knew it. She was just desperate for him now and wasn’t sure how to make him give her what she wanted, what she needed.
“Do you like your car?” he’d asked throwing her slightly.
“Yes.” She really did. That had never been in doubt.
“Good, I’d hate to think you didn’t like it after it’s caused all this trouble tonight.” He began teasing her again with his penis.
“Maybe we should pretend that you’ve just found out about your new car, what would you say now, Stephanie?”
“Thank you,” she instinctively replied and was rewarded with him entering her forcefully. “Thank you,” she repeated in a moan resulting in him withdrawing and driving back into her hard and fast until she was breathlessly rambling from one thank you to the next and as she climaxed she screamed a final thank you loudly.
Jon continued to frantically drive into her for a few seconds more and then he came, verging on violently, digging his nails into her arse cheeks that were undoubtedly glowing like beacons now and although painful she found it pleasurable enough that she came again.
Steph rolled over onto her front now to relieve the pressure on her behind and smiled as she thought back to how they had both collapsed in a heap together and for the first time ever, she had waited for a lover to fall asleep before sneaking up and showering. She had never been so frazzled or so wet and sticky after sex and a quick trip to the loo would not suffice. As she squeezed her thighs together she felt how hot and wet she was again and thought maybe she could join Jon in the shower. She climbed out of bed and examined her still pink behind in the mirror and suddenly felt embarrassed and confused again. How was she going to face him this morning after what they’d done? But as he appeared in the doorway of the bathroom wearing just a towel she had no time to answer herself.
“Good morning, you certainly are glowing this morning.” He grinned.
“Thank you, I think.”
“Another thank you. I think I must have opened the flood gates last night.” He stood behind her now to rub a hand over each cheek in turn.
Steph leaned back against him and inhaled his freshly washed smell deeply.
“Last night was fantastic, darling, but come on or we’ll both be late.” He instinctively smacked her bottom gently making her jump slightly.
He laughed as she asked, “Late for what?”
“Work, you remember that you work for me now and I hate lateness, although, maybe I could just spank you if you don’t get to work on time,” he said, grinning still.
“Sorry, I thought I might work from home until the dust settles.” She looked uncomfortable now.
“No can do because there are things to sort out at the office, but work from home tomorrow if you want to,” he said reassuringly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, fine,” she lied.
“Are you having second thoughts about working for me? It’s only temporary, ” he said reassuring her further.
“What? No. I feel a bit odd about last night.” The crimson flush creeping up her cheeks confirmed her embarrassment in the cold light of day.
“Didn’t you like it?” he asked and then replied for himself. “Of course you liked it. I have never seen you so turned on, Steph. It was seriously hot, much like your arse.” He laughed.
She looked down at her feet and felt even more embarrassed now.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. You feel odd? Explain how you feel?” Pulling her gently onto his lap, he sat on the edge of the bed.
“All I can say to sum it up is confused; I loved last night and you’re right I have never been so turned on in my life, but this morning I feel conflicting things. I feel embarrassed, ashamed, perverse and a bit freaky. Why the fuck would I enjoy being hit? But then I felt liberated, dominated, beautiful, humiliated, degraded, strange, oh I don’t know. I have never been spanked like that, although I have thought about it several times since you implied it that first night.” Swallowing hard, she allowed her confession to resonate, then continued. “I was never punished physically as a child and I have usually preferred to share the control with lovers before, but when you pin me down and hold my arms above my head and take charge of me I love it. Sorry, I’m rambling now.”
“Maybe I’m different, like you said that first morning here after your drunken night at the hen night, but I understand that you may need to make sense of things we did. But we both enjoyed them, Steph, and if you’d wanted me to I would have stopped, but that’s not what you wanted was it?” he asked seriously.
“No, I wanted everything we did. But why? The idea of anyone else doing that to me does nothing for me, but you . . .” her voice trailed off.
“What?”
“Simon and I never did that kind of thing, but sometimes he was a bit rough. He didn’t always seem to consider me beyond his own needs and desires and I know we were together on things last night but it confused me.”
With his expression darkening and a frown creasing his brow, Jon responded to her past experience, “I don’t like the idea of anyone being rough with you, darling, and I have no clue why he wouldn’t consider you, except for the fact the man is a complete dickhead.”
“I wish I wasn’t so weak and responsive where you’re concerned,” she told a confused looking Jon.
“Why?”
“Because I would like to be more resistant and put up a bit of a fight.” She looked as surprised by this realisation as Jon.
“Explain,” he demanded, his eyes clouding again, possibly with something akin to concern at what she was saying.
“Look, forget it. I already feel enough of a fool this morning without going into this too and we need to go to work and I haven’t had a shower yet.” She attempted to get up but Jon had adopted a vice like grip on her.
“So, we’ll be late. I am the boss which means that I can do what the fuck I want, and right now I want you to tell me what you mean, please,” he said firmly, but encouragingly.
Steph flushed further still as he watched her carefully. “I, oh shit, I may as well just say it. I like to be dominated by you and if I wasn’t so turned on by you maybe it wouldn’t be so easy. Shit this still doesn’t make sense, not even to me and I know what I mean,” she cried making him smile.
“Okay, maybe I can help you out. Are you trying to tell me that you would like to fend off my advances and for me to have to overpower you, not in an assaulting way or against your will, but a more resistant way? Maybe you were on the right track when you said about not being so turned on . . . that the fact that you do respond to me, that we respond to each other means that it’s inevitable that we are going to end up naked and panting.”
“Yes. Why couldn’t I put it like that? But not in a beat me around the head with a baseball bat and rape me way,” Steph added with a hard swallow as she guiltily thought that she trusted Jon to never hurt her like Simon sometimes had.
“No, obviously. We’re in this together, whatever we do we do because it’s what we both want. I am more than happy to try and make that particular fantasy come true, darling. I should probably admit at this point that the idea of you fighting me off turns me on too as does dominating you because I have always been the one ‘in charge’ as you put it.”
“Do you think I am weird for liking it though?” She still sounded worried.
“No, I love that you like it, but if you decide no more spanking that’s fine, although it wouldn’t be every time, like that, unless you are going to make a habit of trying to cop off with your friend off the tenth floor or generally piss me off. Sex, any sex should be a little more spontaneous than that I think.”
“Okay.”
“Darling, stop thinking about it. You’re making this more than it needs to be in your head. You are just a very sensual and sexual lady and fortunately you have met someone with tastes that compliment your own, but you are not weird,” he told her as he kissed her shoulder gently. “Now, get your pink arse and everything else in the shower before I throw you back onto the bed and shag you.”
She stared at him hopefully, making him laugh.
“You could join me in the shower,” she suggested as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“You are going to be very late for work, Miss Pryor,” Jon warned.
“I have ways of getting out of trouble with my new boss.” She grinned.
“Well in that case . . .” He pulled the towel from around his waist before carrying her into the bathroom.
Steph had put her still damp hair up into a bun and was standing in skin tone underwear comprising of a soft, cotton brief and a matching seamless, t-shirt bra. “I haven’t got anything to wear.”
“Put your suit on from yesterday,” suggested Jon as he laced his shoes up.
“I haven’t got a clean top to wear with it and the only other thing I have here is my wiggle dress.”
Jon was putting on a pair of plain silver cufflinks engraved with a J and frowned. “What the hell is a wiggle dress?”
She pulled out the 1950s secretary style black pencil dress that he’d liked so much when he’d found her wearing it in his conference room after returning from Geneva and held it up. “So named because it makes the wearer wiggle.”
“I remember you wiggling more on my desk after we’d discarded it,” he said salaciously.
“Put the suit on with the t-shirt you wore to Eddie’s house last night. My staff don’t need to see you in that dress, ever. I have to go, but I will see you in my office after H.R. have sorted your contract and everything out.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “And you will be on the parking list too,” he added as he left her to finish dressing.