Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stryker
Get it over with? Hell no, sweetheart. We won’t just be getting this over with. “I want us both to savor this.”
“I’m beginning to think I had no idea what I was getting myself into with you.”
On all levels, that’s probably true. “Let me know when you’re more in control and are prepared to continue. And I’ll remind you that your safe word and slow word still apply. If this is too much at any point, use them. Understand?”
She nods.
Then, after almost a minute of me tenderly caressing her backside, she gives me a soft sigh.
“Thank you. I’m ready.”
“Good girl.”
At that, she softly relaxes.
My sweet Allie has a praise kink. I like that. Because there’s not much I like more than letting her know how much she pleases me.
“You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll stay in position. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her whisper is muffled by being upside down.
I start slow, my hand coming down in a light smack, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
Her skin turns pink instantly, and she gasps, her body jerking slightly.
I rub the spot, soothing the sting, then deliver another, a little harder, on the other cheek.
A tiny whimper escapes her, a needy sound that makes my cock ache.
My God. She’s a natural.
I keep going, alternating sides, warming her up with steady, measured spanks, each one drawing a little gasp or moan.
Her ass glows a soft red now, and I feel the heat radiating from her skin under my palm.
“Is this turning you on?” I ask, my voice low, almost a growl. I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her slick and swollen, her arousal coating my fingers.
She squirms, rocking her hips slightly, and she makes a miserable little sound.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart.” I give her a much harder spank. “You’re expected to answer.”
“Yes.” Her confession is thick with embarrassment. “I’m turned on, Stryker.”
I grin, though she can’t see it, and I slide my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit lightly, just enough to make her hips buck.
“Good.” I keep my tone firm. “But you don’t get to move unless I say so.
” I spread her thighs wider, exposing her fully, her pussy glistening in the firelight.
“Even when I do this, you don’t have permission to be disobedient. ”
I pinch her clit lightly, rolling it between my fingers.
She moans, her entire body trembling.
I spank her even harder this time.
“Damn it!” Frantically she kicks her legs, and I trap them between mine, pinning her in place, my thighs strong and unyielding. “Fight all you want, little submissive.” My tone is dark with promise. “You can’t win.”
I mix the spanks now—soft, teasing ones that make her squirm, then sharp, stinging ones that make her cry out.
Between them, I fondle her, my fingers sliding through her wetness, circling her clit, dipping inside her just enough to make her gasp.
Her ass is a bright red now, hot under my hand, and her moans are constant, a mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild.
She pulses around my fingers, her body begging for release, but I hold her on the edge, denying her until she’s shaking.
“We’re done with this part of your punishment?”
“This part?” she echoes softly.
“We’re just beginning, Allie.”
I help her to stand, and her legs wobble.
For a long time, I hold her waist, waiting as she steadies herself and gets control of her breathing.
“There are condoms and a tube of lubricant in the bathroom drawer.”
She blinks, as if she’s having trouble comprehending what I said. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face.
“Fetch them both for us.”
“Ah…” She takes in a gulp of air. “I thought you were just going to spank me.” She rubs her rear.
“You offered to pay your debt. I’m still collecting. I’ll let you know when you’ve paid in full.”
“But…”
I draw my eyebrows together, struggling not to smile as she tries to outmaneuver me.
I stand and drape a flannel shirt around her. “You may not want to stall any longer. We’ll start the scene over from the beginning, and we’ll still get back to this point.”
“No!”
“Then get on with it.”
She hurries off, her bare feet barely audible against the hardwood, her red ass swaying as she disappears down the hall.
Goddamn. Does she have any idea what she does to me?
I adjust myself, my cock painfully hard, and take a deep breath to steady myself. I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a sub before. Sub? Never had this kind of reaction to a woman before.
She has no idea that she’s unraveling me.
The fire crackles, throwing heat across my skin, and I focus on the sound, the rhythm of the flames, to keep my control.
With more control than I’m feeling, I take my seat again.
When Allie returns, the flannel shirt has fallen away somewhere, and goose bumps cover her arms. Her nipples are tight from the chill.
Without a word, she hands me the condom and lube.
“I want you over my lap again.”
Even though she shoots me a frown, she does as she’s told.
No argument?
I like the progress.
Again, I rub her skin, warming her back up, my hands gentle but firm, massaging her sore ass, her thighs, her lower back.
Almost purring, she relaxes under my touch, her breath slowing, and I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her wet.
I tease her pussy, dipping inside, curling my fingers until she moans, then deliver a few more spanks, sharp and quick, to keep her on edge.
“As I told you before, I’m going to explore that pretty, tight pink hole of yours.” I keep my voice low, letting the words sink in.
Tensing, she twists to look at me. “I’ve never done that before.” Another confession in a small whisper.
I lean down, brushing back her hair, feeling the deliciousness of her shiver. “You won’t be able to say that fifteen minutes from now.”
I lube my finger generously, the cool gel slick against my skin, and circle her tight entrance, gentle at first, letting her adjust.
“Bear down for me,” I instruct, keeping my voice coaxing.
Instinctively she clenches, her body resisting, and I feel the tension in her thighs, her ass. “Relax, Allie. You’ll enjoy it if you stop struggling.”
Her muscles tighten again, and I deliver a sharp smack to one cheek, the sound cracking through the room. She gasps, her body jolting, and I seize the moment, sinking my finger fully inside her. The heat, the tightness, is almost too much, and I groan softly, my cock throbbing against her belly.
“Not so bad, hmm?” I circle my finger while giving her a chance to get used to the sensation.
“It’s…not all that nice either,” she mutters, her voice strained, but I can feel her starting to relax as her body yields to the intrusion.
Then I slowly ease back out of her and instruct her to move to the blanket again. “Your forehead on the pillow.”
While she does that, I go to the bathroom to wash my hands, taking my time, intentionally drawing out her sense of apprehension.
When I rejoin her, I tweak her position, nudging her ass higher into the air.
“Like you did earlier, reach back and spread your cheeks. You look so pretty like this.” So fucking pretty.
Red ass, pussy dripping, her pink puckered skin parted a little in silent invitation.
Her vulnerability and trust make my chest ache with primal lust.
I kneel behind her to slide one finger into her pussy, another into her ass, moving them in sync. “Play with your clit. You don’t have to hold yourself open any longer.”
She still struggles to keep her balance, her arms shaking as she reaches for her clit.
Her moans fill the room, raw and desperate, and I can feel her pulsing around me, her body teetering on the edge. I pull out, leaving her gasping, her chest heaving, her body trembling against the blanket.
I roll on the condom, the latex tight against my cock, and check her pussy, sliding my fingers through her wetness to be sure she’s ready.
She’s drenched, her folds swollen. Is there any realization more powerful than this? That a woman I’m with is desperate for my cock?
Mainlining the satisfaction, I line myself up to filling her hot cunt in one controlled, deliberate thrust.
Allie cries out as her body stretches to take me, and I lubricate my fingers again. With careful intent, I slip one in her ass.
“Oh, Stryker!”
After she squirms desperately, I ease in a second, moving them in time with my cock.
The tightness is overwhelming, her heat gripping me, and I let her brace her hands on the blanket, giving her stability as I drive into her.
Her orgasms come hard, one after another, her body shaking, her cries echoing off the walls.
“Stryker, I…”
“Come for me, sweetheart.” I lose myself in her, in the way she surrenders, the way she trusts me to take her there.
I let her ride out her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible until she shudders, crying out, and the orgasm claims her.
As she clenches around me for a final time, I groan.
There’s no way under creation for me to hold back even a moment longer.
With a deep shudder, I come, the release intense, my vision blurring for a moment.
A devastating realization flashes through me. I want to take her without a condom, fill her with my seed, to mark her as mine in every way.
Where the fuck-all did that thought come from?
“You okay?”
She exhales through her mouth, but she doesn’t respond.
“Let me take care of you.” I pull out gently. Then I grab another blanket and cover her with it. “Stay where you are.”
In the bathroom, I dispose of the condom and grab a warm, damp cloth.
When I return, she hasn’t moved at all. Her eyes have drifted shut, and there’s a slight smile on her lips.
Even though she protests a little at me pulling back the blanket, I clean her carefully, wiping away the lube, the sweat, the evidence of our intensity.
I scoop her from the floor and sit on the couch, cradling her tight.
Instantly she curls into me, a palm splayed on my chest.
Her skin is warm, her breath steadying, and I stroke her hair, feeling the silk of it against my fingers.
“Is this normal?” she asks, a few minutes later. Her voice is soft, almost drowsy. “Being taken care of like this?”
“It is. To me, aftercare is crucial, every bit as important as the scene itself.” I brush my lips against her temple. “For the emotional connection.”
“For the sub?” She tilts her head to look up at me.
I meet her gaze, my hand stilling in her hair. “I’ve found I need it every bit as much as the woman I’m with.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. We’re both active participants. I work hard to ensure your safety and pleasure. As well as being sure you’re properly punished.”
“I am.” She settles back against me, her breathing slowing, her body relaxing fully. “Lesson learned, Sir.”
“And what lesson is that? That you’re always going to behave in the future?”
“Mmm. Yes. Absolutely. That. That’s exactly what I learned.”
She has to hide her face quickly, maybe hoping I hadn’t seen the lie dancing in her eyes.
The fire crackles, the storm rages outside, but here, with her in my arms, everything feels right.
Later, when her breaths are deep and even, I ask, “How was that scene? Enough? Too much?”
“It’s the stuff out of fantasies, Stryker. All of it. But I have one thing to say…”
“Oh?”
“If that’s your idea of punishment, Sir, I’m not sure I’ll ever behave again.”
I was hoping she’d say that.
Because I have plans for another dozen scenes. I just hope she’s ready to meet the beast she’s unleashed.