Chapter 7
Meghan was extremely restless. She hardly tasted the beef stroganoff and ate only a few bites.
“This is delicious. Why aren’t you eating?”
She licked her lips. “I’m nervous.” She reached for her wine glass, but he slid it away from her.
“Put the food away.”
She ran a hand through her hair. “That’ll be fine. It reheats perfectly,” she murmured absently.
He leaned back in the chair and watched her clear the plates.
“May I have that? I’ll finish the wine and rinse the glass,” she said.
He drank the rest of her wine and handed her the glass. “Two glasses of wine on an empty stomach is too much for you considering what’s ahead of us.”
She nearly dropped the glass in the sink. He was right; she was already a little buzzed, and instead of making her relaxed, it was making her want to bolt.
“How disappointed would you be if I said I’d like to postpone the consequences part of the night to some other night?”
“That’s not how it works, Meghan.”
Her breath was short. “It could be. If you let it be.”
He stood and closed the distance between them. His arms slid around her and pulled her against him. He was all warm, hard muscle. It was comforting to lean against him, even knowing that he intended to do things to her that might be painful and horrible.
“We’ll never know how you’ll react to things unless we do them. Waiting won’t make a difference. It might even make your nervousness worse.”
“You seem very strong.”
He was silent.
“I’m afraid you’ll get carried away and do something we’ll both regret.”
“I won’t get carried away. You’ll be sore tomorrow, but you won’t be injured.”
“You’ll stop if I ask you to?”
“I will. I’d rather though, that you let me decide when you’ve had enough.”
“How will you know?”
“I’ll know.”
She drew back and looked into his eyes. “You’re asking me to trust you?”
He nodded.
She swallowed, trying hard to overcome her nerves. “I’ll try.”
“That’s all I want,” he said and then kissed her, his tongue playing slowly with hers. He was such a great kisser.
She pressed against him. He looked and smelled and felt so wonderful. She wanted to just climb in bed with him already.
When he leaned back, he studied her through lowered lids. “You’re delicious.”
“I’m scared, but I’m—I think I’m ready, too.”
He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He turned on one of the bedside lamps and then closed the door, so the room was mostly shadows. He took his shirt off and dropped it on the top of the dresser. Then he sat on the end of the bed.
“Undress for me.”
She’d known this was coming, but the request overwhelmed her all the same.
She took some long deep breaths, trying steady herself as she removed her shirt and slacks.
She unclasped her ivory bra and let her heavy breasts fall from the cups as she removed it.
They were full with large pink nipples that were tight with arousal and anxiety.
She didn’t look at him. Instead, she pushed the pale pink panties down, revealing hips and thighs that were too generous and not entirely smooth, red pubic hair that was too bright, and a bottom that was embarrassingly big, round, and white.
She clasped her hands in front of her, using her arms to cover her softly rounded belly and her hands to cover her lower down.
She heard his breath, deep and regular, and saw his hand adjust his erection through his trousers.
“Your body is unbelievable. Put your hands behind your back. Let me look at you.”
She closed her eyes and did as he asked. This time she was going to go along with allowing him to see her whether she wanted to or not.
A low whistle escaped his lips. “Turn around.”
She swallowed and drew in a breath through pursed lips. “I really wish you wouldn’t make me do that,” she whispered.
“I have no idea what happened in the past to make you self conscious, but I’m going to cure you of that. I promise you.”
“The world has an ideal body type in mind, and it can be pretty ruthless when someone doesn’t measure up.”
“As far as I’m concerned, your body is the ideal that the rest of the world should be measured by. You’re every adolescent fantasy I ever had and then some. Turn around, Meghan. Or I’ll make you.”
Her belly tightened, and her sex clenched. It was the most appealing threat she’d ever heard.
“Maybe you should,” she whispered.
He chuckled, a deep and dangerous sound.
Her eyes were still closed, so it wasn’t until his body bumped against hers that she realized he’d moved.
“If that’s what you want, we’ll get along fine,” he said.
The next moment, he’d turned her, holding her around the waist and throat to keep her from falling. She untangled her feet and planted them as he nudged her forward so her breasts pressed the wall and her back arched. He slid his thigh between hers.
“A part of me wants to make you ride my leg till you come while I whisper filthy things in your ear.”
Her heart thudded. She felt his hand slide to her belly, and she tried to stop it.
“What are you doing, Meghan?”
“I—I don’t know,” she said as she sucked her stomach in.
His fingers were splayed over what she wished was a flat belly.
“You don’t want my hand there?”
“Not really,” she whispered.
“So move it.”
She tried to pull it up, but it didn’t budge. She brought her second hand in on the action and felt his muscles flex. His arm didn’t give way.
“I can’t move it unless you let me.”
“I know. Now so do you,” he said. He lowered his mouth and sucked on her neck as his free hand slid up to her left breast and squeezed it. His erection pressed against her bottom.
She felt trapped. It was alarming and unspeakably delicious.
She put a little downward pressure on his forearm. His hand slid lower to cup between her legs.
“Mmmm,” he murmured.
She pushed back against him, really wanting him to take her to bed…or against the wall… or however he wanted. He definitely seemed to want her, too. Possibly more than any guy she’d ever met.
He pulled back suddenly, exhaling harshly. “You are so luscious it’s hard to keep a straight thought in my head.”
“Sometimes thinking’s overrated.”
“Agreed. But we owe each other something before we have dessert.”
The heat of his body disappeared. She pushed off the wall and looked over her shoulder.
He sat on the end of the bed again. “Lie across the bed, hands gripping that edge of the mattress, feet at the other side. And put those red curls right against my hard-on.”
She licked her lips. This was it. The moment of truth.
Earlier she might have fled the room and locked herself in the bathroom or tried to argue for another night, but she found that she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted to do exactly what he ordered her to do. She wanted to see what it would feel like to be at his mercy.
She turned and walked to him. She didn’t say any of the things she might have. She just climbed on the bed and then turned and positioned herself. She was draped over him and the bed, like a flesh and blood offering.
He rested his right palm on her buttock. She could feel the rough callouses that he’d probably gotten from lifting heavy weights without wearing gloves. His left hand rubbed her lower back, comforting, but also pressing her down, making her feel trapped. She realized she liked that feeling.
“Take a deep breath and exhale, Meghan. It’s all you have to do. Just concentrate on breathing.”
The first slaps stung, but didn’t really hurt. She relaxed a little, curling her toes against the sting.
“You have the most amazing skin, like alabaster. Now rose pink from a few slaps.” He traced a finger over her bottom where each cheek met thigh. He slapped her a few more times with a little more force. The heat began to gather.
“So gorgeous,” he said, squeezing each full globe. “This is the first time, so I’m not going to make you tell me why you deserve the spanking you’re about to get.”
She turned her head sharply. “That I’m about to get? I thought—wasn’t that what you were doing?”
“No. A few slaps to warm your skin isn’t a spanking, Meghan.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled, turning her head back to her arms and lowering her forehead to rest against them.
“While we’re together, if you break your promises to me, even small ones, your ass will pay for it. To be honest, though, sometimes I’ll punish you just to remind you that your body belongs to me and that I’m in charge. Open your legs,” he said, pushing his hand between her thighs.
She inched her legs apart, and he slid two fingers between the petals of her sex. She was moist and ready for much more than a spanking. He rubbed her until her hips began to rise and fall.
He withdrew his hand, despite her restless hips. “I love to watch you move like that. I know what you want. You’ll get it when you deserve it. Take a deep breath and exhale, sweetness. Things are about to get intense for you.”
She did as he asked, and things got intense.
The blows weren’t slaps anymore. They thudded against her, jarring her body, compressing her soft flesh against her bones until her backside was a ball of fire. She started to twist and arch, gripping the edge of the bed and trying to pull herself up and away from that swinging hand of his.
He pulled her back into position and continued until she was choking out protests. He paused to stroke between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit and dipping into her wet heat. Soon, she was lost in a spiral of pleasure and pain, moaning and crying out, her hips never still.
Finally, he gripped each hip in a hand and lifted her, kissing each swollen, flaming buttock.
“Oh,” she cried out. “Please!”
He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her up and backward, laying her lengthwise on the bed in the direction it was meant to be laid on. She landed on her throbbing bottom, which she couldn’t take. She gasped and rolled onto her side.
“I can’t. Please, Dean,” she begged.
He smiled, and she wanted to slap him and beat on him with her fists.
He ran a palm over her scalding cheeks. “Your ass is bright red,” he said, sounding way too pleased. He kissed her shoulder. “You did really well, Meghan.”
He rose from the bed and shed his pants and underwear. Even with her scrambled mind, she noticed how beautiful his body was.
“I want you on your back, so I can see your face and those mouth-watering breasts.”
“I just can’t,” she said, putting a hand on her feverish backside.
“I know it hurts. I’ll make it work,” he said, catching her legs and pulling her down the bed. He positioned her hips just at the edge so her buttocks were off the mattress. Then he separated her knees, opening her completely.
He put one of her legs around him and reached under it, holding it up while he put the tip of his cock at her entrance. He moved forward, driving into her with steady devastating pressure.
It felt amazing to have him buried inside her.
He glanced down to where their bodies were joined and then his gaze traveled up her body until his eyes met hers. “You look and feel perfect. I almost said it doesn’t get any better than this.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “But of course it is going to get better.”
He pulled back and thrust inside, hitting a spot that really wanted to feel him do that a hundred more times or so.
She circled her hips, bringing herself into contact with him. “Please more.”
“Yes. Until you beg me to stop.”