Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Johanna
Heart pounding in her chest, Johanna clung to her husband’s neck, her thighs tight around his body, with her ankles locked together behind his back as he carried her toward his bed.
This was her first time in his room, and it was difficult to do more than catch a glimpse of it, she was so focused on him.
The brief impression she got was a great deal of heavy, dark wood, dark plum curtains and bedspread, and a thick Persian rug was large enough to cover the majority of the open floor space. A masculine space that seemed almost too somber for her husband’s open charm and warmth.
There was not much time for her to really look around, though, before they reached the bed, and he was spinning around to sit on it with her legs still wrapped around him. Despite the fact she could have sat on his lap at this point, his hands still cupped her buttocks.
What would it feel like when he spanked them?
Dark eyes bore into hers.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” She sounded much surer than she felt, but she was too curious to back out now. Besides… “I was very cheeky.”
Matthew chuckled and squeezed her bottom.
“I like you cheeky with me. You’re still my good girl.”
The heat that flushed through her had nothing to do with the way he was touching her.
Just being called his good girl made her want to melt as much as his hands on her did—if not more.
Johanna leaned toward him, daring to press her lips to his, and he groaned as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her back.
Running her fingers through his hair, Johanna enjoyed the thrilling sensation of being atop him, of feeling his cock pressing into her stomach while his hands kneaded her buttocks.
The silky material of her peignoir and nightrail amplified the sensations as it slid over her skin every time she moved.
She shifted atop him so her legs were no longer wrapped around his torso but rather bent at the knee, so she was kneeling over his thighs, her lower legs completely uncovered by fabric.
Matthew groaned and pulled away from the kiss.
“If I am going to spank you, it needs to be now,” he said gruffly, pulling her up from his lap, then back down.
Johanna found herself across his lap rather than straddling it, her stomach over his thighs, his cock pressing into her side.
The bed supported her upper body and her legs, and she shivered as she felt silk slide over her skin, baring her bottom to him.
She did not understand why it had to be now, but she was hardly going to protest.
Especially as his hand glided over her bare skin, cupping her bottom… then lifting and coming down with a sharp smack.
Johanna gasped, more at the surprise than the sting. It did hurt, a bit, but it was not the same as any pain she’d ever felt before. Perhaps because she had asked for it. Knew it was coming.
His hand came down on her other cheek, and she dropped her head against the bedcover, trying to understand why something that hurt also felt so good. Felt so exciting.
Then his hand came down again. And again. Johanna moaned as he began to pepper her backside with sharp, crisp swats that both stung and aroused. She was beginning to understand what he meant by an enjoyable spanking. It felt as though she was being warmed all over.
Every time his hand came down, it stung, but it almost immediately receded into a steady, throbbing warmth that went straight through her core, making her pussy clench.
She could feel it when she moved her legs, rubbing the slippery lips of her womanhood together, her insides quivering with arousal.
Little whimpers began to escape her lips as she lifted her hips, begging for more with her body.
Then the swats shifted, from her buttocks to the very sensitive spot just beneath them.
Johanna gasped as she lurched forward, trying to get away.
Matthew’s arm braced across her back, pinning her in place on his lap.
The sting was far sharper, yet her body still had the same reaction of aroused excitement.
“Ow!” She squirmed against his hold as he began to spread the swats down the backs of her thighs.
“You are my good girl, are you not, kitten?”
Johanna felt very much like the naughty kitten he’d just called her. Just as she had when he’d been holding the back of her neck. And she liked it just as much as she liked being called his good girl.
“Yes, Matthew.”
“Say it.” His hand snapped against her thighs again. “I want to hear you say you’re my good girl.”
“I’m your good girl.” She moaned as he returned to her bottom, giving the hot skin there two sharp swats—one on each heated cheek.
“Tell me you’re my kitten.”
“I’m your kitten.”
Another two swats of reward, making her moan and lift her hips again. She much preferred being spanked on her bottom than her thighs. Her thighs made it very easy for her to imagine how it could become a punishment.
Thankfully, she did not need a punishment.
Because she was her husband’s good, cheeky girl. His kitten.
She liked that.
Kittens could be quite cheeky, but they were still good kittens.
Matthew’s hand came down on her bottom again, but instead of lifting immediately, he rubbed the swat into her sore skin. Johanna moaned and pushed her buttocks back against his touch, her insides throbbing. It felt like she was so empty, and she needed to be filled.
“What does my wife want tonight?” he asked, continuing to rub his hand over the hot skin of her bottom, as if he wanted to feel how well he had done.
“Would you like to lick my cock and drink my cream and be my kitten like this morning? Or would you like to be properly fucked like only a good girl can be?”
Johanna hesitated. She was rather sore still, she suspected. But she also felt empty, like she wanted to be filled. Yet at the same time, she’d enjoyed having him in her mouth this morning, and surely that would not make her sorer…
How to decide?
Peeking shyly over her shoulder at him, through her curtain of hair, she smiled hopefully.
“Can we use your coin to decide?”
The hand that had been rubbing her buttocks paused.
He stared at her.
For a moment, she thought he was going to be upset that she was asking to use his coin, but then he cleared his throat.
“We can, indeed.”
He kept one arm across her back as he leaned over to snag his coin from the nightstand.
Johanna was still spread across his lap, waiting for him to flip it…
which he did, then rather than using the back of his hand to see the final outcome of the coin, he slapped it against her bottom.
She giggled, even as she squirmed at the sting.
Turning his head to look at her again, he grinned.
“The coin says you shall be fucked like my good girl tonight.”
Matthew
The fact that his wife wanted to use his coin to decide on her continuing erotic education this evening made Matthew far happier than he could say.
Others had asked about using his coin before, but always for things for their own benefit, and he was loath to allow them.
After all, he did not want to be blamed if the coin only worked for him and the outcome was not what they desired.
Besides, many of those who had privately asked him had also sniggered at him for using it before that.
However, this was a decision for both him and Johanna, and she had never once mocked him for using the coin. She’d never indicated that she thought poorly of him for it.
And there was something very satisfying about smacking the coin down onto her bottom to decide on how they would be ending their night. Heads—her mouth, Tails… well. Self-explanatory, really.
“I should see if I should start with my mouth,” he said, picking the coin up and flipping it again, enjoying the sound of her giggling as she wiggled her bottom at him. It did not feel as though she was laughing at him, just that she was enjoying herself so much that she was giggling.
Matthew got the feeling she had not had much cause for her joy in recent years, and he liked that she was certainly doing so now.
Smacking the coin down on her opposite cheek, he grinned at the answer.
“What does it say?” Johanna asked, trying to push herself up and twist to see, though the position would be impossible. The coin was already starting to slide off the curve of her buttock when Matthew caught it.
Rather than answering her verbally, Matthew quickly changed his hold on her and toppled her back onto the bed, so she was on her back, with her upper body resting against the pile of pillows and cushions at the head of his bed.
The lavender silk of her nightrail and peignoir slithered over her skin, sliding between her thighs to cover her pussy from his gaze.
Setting the coin back on the nightstand, Matthew leaned over to give her a kiss, brushing his lips over hers, before he began moving his mouth down her body. As he did so, he pushed the peignoir off her shoulders, so only the thin fabric of the nightrail was between her skin and his mouth.
The creamy lace over her breasts was quite fetching, allowing a hint of pink nipple to peek through, and rather than pulling the top of her nightrail down, Matthew closed his mouth over her nipple through the lace.
She gasped, her hands sliding through his hair as he sucked on the hard bud, running his tongue over the lace, teasing the nubbin with both his mouth and the fabric.
He could feel her squirming delightfully beneath him, her thighs tightening around him as her body arched in reaction.
Switching breasts, Matthew let his hands move down to her bottom, which was still hot against his palms, and gave her cheeks a rough squeeze. Whimpering, she shuddered in reaction as he kneaded the hot flesh, rocking his groin against hers. His cock ached in response, but it would have to wait.
Lifting his head from her breast, he stripped off his shirt before moving lower, draping her legs over his shoulders as he tugged the silk of her nightrail away from her glistening pink pussy.
The hair on her mound was a bit darker than that of her head, but still brightly blonde, providing a sweet frame for her pink, pouting lips, slick with her arousal.
Matthew lowered his head between her thighs as his hands moved up her sides to close over her breasts. She moaned again, her hips lifting to meet his tongue, fingers tugging on his hair as he began to feast.
Johanna
Hot need coursed through Johanna as her husband began to lick and suckle on her, making her cry out and thrust her breasts up into his hands.
He squeezed the soft mounds, the lacy wet fabric moving over her nipples, stimulating them, followed almost immediately by the silk as she shifted and writhed.
The contrast was wildly stimulating, adding to the pleasure of his mouth working over her flesh.
“Oh, please…” she moaned, shuddering as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, making her toes curl and her knees flex, digging her heels into his muscled back.
Her bottom was exquisitely sensitive, throbbing in a manner she was not used to, adding to the assault of sensations on her senses. No wonder some women enjoyed being spanked. At least, the way her husband had done it to her. She was hot and sensitive and drowning in pleasure from every side.
Every part of her tingled.
Every part of her throbbed.
And every part of her burst into pure ecstasy as his hands tightened on her breasts, his mouth closing around the part of her that was most sensitive and sucking hard.
Johanna cried out, shuddering, squirming in place against his hold, her grip on his hair so tight, it was a wonder she did not pull any out in her throes of passion.
Wave after wave washed over her, stealing her breath and senses, until she was limp and panting.
Only then did her husband lift his mouth from her, looming over her. One hand grabbed hold of her ankle, kissing her leg just above where his fingers gripped her, as she stared up at him. Her bosom heaved as she caught her breath, already replete and satiated.
“My turn,” he said with a wicked grin that made her insides clench.