Chapter 10 #2
“I’ll look and feel so much better.”
He was silent.
“Don’t you want me to be thin?”
“I want you healthy, but thin? No.”
“That is so surprising, considering. What percent body fat are you?” she demanded.
“Six.”
“That’s really…I can’t imagine what it takes to maintain that level of fitness.”
“I hope you never plan to find out. Seriously. You’re beautiful. You’ve got an ass that—”
“Could serve as a table for two?” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“That gives me a hard-on every time you bend over.”
She smiled. “Well, I’ll try not to lose too much. It’s nice to feel wanted,” she said, walking over to him. “You might not be able to spank me as hard or as long if I lose a lot of the padding back there.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” he said, turning her.
“I’m sure you’ll adjust your diet accordingly if you have trouble sitting down for a few days.
” His fingers hooked the lace of her panties and slid them down to below her cheeks.
He cupped a buttock in each hand, making her take a sharp breath in.
“There are quite a few things you deserve to be punished for.”
“But not today. I’m still recovering.”
“You’re not coughing when you take a deep breath. I think you’ll be fine.”
“But, Dean—”
“If you’re well enough for orgasms, which I presume is why you brought me in here, then you’re well enough to be spanked.” He gave her a light slap on her rear and unclasped her bra.
She swallowed hard and removed her underwear. Was she ready for this again? It seemed like it didn’t matter whether she felt ready or not.
He sat on the end of the bed. Apparently if she wanted him to make love to her—which she really, really did—there was a price to be paid.
“I really should have seen a doctor before I got so sick,” she murmured. “I suppose it’s not unreasonable to expect me to acquiesce to this.”
“Whether it’s reasonable or not, it is what I expect,” he said, catching her wrist and pulling her to him.
She felt the same nervous anticipation she’d felt the first time she’d draped herself horizontally over the bed and his lap.
“Open your legs,” he said.
She did so, feeling everything tighten inside. She did really respond to the way he ordered her to do things. He touched her, running a finger between her lips.
“You may want me, but you’re not ready for me,” he said.
She shifted, her embarrassment rising.
“Slow deep breaths, Meghan. And tell me if you start to feel dizzy or short of breath.”
“I will,” she whispered.
He started with the slaps, but quickly moved into the real spanking. He paused whenever she began to cough, but there were a great number of blows that landed squarely on her upturned bottom.
When he reached between her legs the next time, he made an approving sound. “Your mind might resist the idea, but your body knows what feels right.” He swirled moisture over her clit, making her wiggle her hips.
“I’m naked, and you’re staring at my body. That’s a turn on,” she said.
“It’s probably one of them, but being punished certainly heats you up too, in more ways than one.”
“Are we done with the punishment? Please say yes,” she said as he continued to rub that most sensitive nub of flesh.
“No. If you can carry on a normal conversation, I haven’t spanked you hard or long enough.”
“But I’ve been sick,” she countered.
“You were, but you’re obviously not now.”
He continued with the spanking until she started to really protest, her breathing shallow, her eyes stinging.
“You have to stop, or you’ll make me cry.”
“Cry if you need to,” he said, pinning an arm in her lower back so she couldn’t move away.
Then he spanked her even harder than he had been. She did cry, but her body also got confused. Half the time she tried to escape, but the other half she raised her bottom up, as if offering it to his hand for punishment.
When he rubbed between her legs, she went wild, seeking release.
He slid a hand under her, so both hands were rubbing and penetrating her. Then a hand moved to her cleft, opening her cheeks. He swirled a finger around her ring.
She bucked. She didn’t want…but then his finger was inside, and heat seemed to burn right down to her clitoris and pussy.
She moaned and twisted her hips. He added another finger, stretching her open in back. She felt powerless to stop him. The only thing that mattered was attaining the release of so much tension.
When the orgasm hit her, all her muscles clenched and relaxed over and over in the most profound way. Even her bottom hole pulsed and spasmed around his invading digits, in perfect sync with her pussy.
He removed his hands while she was still recovering. He turned her so that her upper body was supported by the bed, but her legs were hanging down. Then he entered her in one hard thrust.
Her body, still aroused, continued to respond. Even when he banged against her aching ass, she didn’t try to escape. She let him use her, pushing back against him when his grip tightened on her hips.
The sound he made when he came seemed to resonate through her soul. She might be a brilliant person with a promising career out in the regular world, but with him… She might not be in physical chains, but she was enslaved all the same.
He dropped forward on his hands, his hot body heating her damp back. He kissed the side of her face, undoubtedly tasting tears that were still leaking from her eyes. She didn’t know why she was still crying. It had just been so intense.
He slid an arm under her waist and helped her rise. “Get in bed, sweetness.”
She crawled on shaky limbs and burrowed under the covers. He was still dressed. He’d just opened his pants and pulled out his cock to screw her with it. Somehow that made her submission even more profound.
He stripped, flicked off the lights, and joined her under the covers.
She didn’t resist being pulled into his arms, her damp face against his chest.
“How are you, Meghan?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Whose are you?”
That answer she did know, but she hesitated before saying, “Yours.”
“Are you sorry about that?” he asked curiously.
“No, I’m just not sure whether I should be worried about myself. I let you do whatever you want. Being hit and hurt should not make me want to be with you. There’s some psychological disconnect. Maybe it’s a mild form of Stockholm Syndrome.”
He chuckled. “It’s not Stockholm Syndrome.”
“No?”
“No, it’s primal. Your body wants babies that are strong and healthy. It wants a protector. When I dominate you and prove how strong I am, you know you’ve got the alpha male.”
“That’s—we’re not living in 10,000 BC. I don’t need you to protect me from a T Rex or to hunt for food.”
“No, you don’t.”
“It’s a trick. You’re tricking my body.”
“I’m manipulating your body, but there’s no trick involved. I really am stronger than you and most other people. I really can protect you if the need arises.”
“But there’s no need for punishment and domination. I’m already attracted to you on some basic level. There’s no need to take it so far.”
“No need other than it’s incredibly satisfying to tap those hardwired urges.”
“You made me cry.”
“I know. Felt good, didn’t it?”
“It hurt. It was overwhelming.”
“I bet. Also felt good, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. You just don’t want to admit it.”
“Can you blame me? The world has evolved, but when I’m with you, I act like I missed the memo.”
“Want some advice?”
“Not from you, Master Manipulator.”
He laughed, pressing a hand against her lower back then relaxing it.
His breathing became even.
“Dean?”
“Hmm?’
“What advice?”
“Take a pass on worrying about the dynamics of this relationship. You spend all day doing hard, thought-intensive work. Give yourself permission to follow your instincts at night and do what feels good without feeling guilty about it.”
“That would be convenient for you.”
“Sure. It would also be convenient for you.” He shifted, pulling her tighter against him. “I need sleep. No more talking.”