Chapter 12
The buzz Dean felt had nothing to do with alcohol. Meghan’s glorious body was naked and bound on the couch, her wrists and ankles wrapped in silk scarves from her own closet. She was distressed and unbelievably gorgeous.
He’d gotten to her place after a long day, after texting earlier that he wouldn’t be able to make it.
He’d planned to go home and to bed early, but he couldn’t resist the siren song of Meghan’s house.
His place with its vast empty spaces and excessive quiet held no appeal when compared to her house with its warm food to sate his hunger and warmer sweeter lips to sate his lust.
He was surprised to find that, with dinner simmering in the slow cooker, she was tucked in her bed reading an erotic novel on her tablet. He knew instantly that she was stroking her pussy while reading, just by the expression on her pretty face.
A part of him had really wanted to pull the blanket off her and stand at the foot of the bed watching her while she pleasured herself.
There were two problems with that. First, she would be too self-conscious to continue with him watching, as she demonstrated when she spotted him.
She dropped the tablet and jerked her hand away from herself, flushing pink from scalp to chest. The second reason he didn’t tell her to continue was that he’d told her that she wasn’t allowed to masturbate without permission.
At the time, she’d pretended that it wouldn’t even have occurred to her to do that.
As if she never masturbated. He’d nearly laughed out loud.
He didn’t buy the prim act for a minute.
She was romantic and passionate by nature, with a collection of erotic romances on her device.
“Dean, I, um, thought you weren’t coming over.”
“So I see,” he’d said mildly.
Her flush deepened. God help him, he loved to watch her blush.
“Give me a minute. I’ll be right out,” she stammered.
He leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest.
“I just—” She bit her lip. “I’ve been very caught up in certain things lately. Because of you,” she said, accusation in her voice. “And I was disappointed you were too busy to come over, so I thought…”
“Meghan, what’s the rule?”
“Rule?” she asked, flustered as she adjusted whatever she was wearing while still under the covers.
“What’s the rule about masturbating?”
“I wasn’t doing that.”
He arched a brow.
“But if I had been, it wouldn’t have violated any of your rules since I wasn’t going to be using up an orgasm meant for you because you weren’t supposed to be here today.”
“There are no provisions in the rule that have anything to do with my not being around for a day or two. The rule is you get permission. That’s it.”
She pushed the blanket back and rolled from the bed. It didn’t escape his attention that she hadn’t been lying fully on her buttocks, nor did she sit on them to get out of bed. He’d punished that ass good and hard the night before. His cock, already half stiff, hardened further.
“I didn’t understand that that’s what you meant,” she said, smoothing down her white nightgown. It had a deep neckline and was made of light T shirt material. Her nipples poked against the fabric, making his mouth water for a bite of them.
She reached for her bathrobe which was draped over the end of the bed.
“Don’t bother,” he said.
She froze. “Why not?” she asked softly.
“You know why. When you’re in trouble, do I let you add layers of clothing?”
“It was a misunderstanding, and I wasn’t even doing anything.”
“Over here. Right now.”
She shivered, dropping her gaze. The fact that she reacted in that way to his dominance brought on full wood.
She walked slowly to him, refusing to meet his eyes. He grabbed her hand, raised it to his mouth and licked the tangy taste of her pussy off her fingers.
“You weren’t doing anything?”
She trembled. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about it. If you were nice, you’d have taken the hint and left me alone about it.”
He reached around and slapped her ass. She jumped, squeaking. She jerked backward, fearful and suddenly frantic.
“You can’t. Please, Dean. I can’t take another punishment.”
“Show me.”
She swallowed, raising her gaze to meet his eyes. “You promise you’ll just look?”
Damn. The fearful, innocent expression made desire pound through his blood, all of which was directed south of his belt.
“You couldn’t sit today?”
She shook her head.
“Raise your nightgown and lie over the edge of the bed.”
She turned and did as she was told, but a pair of plain white cotton panties blocked his view.
“Lower your underwear.”
Her fingers shook as she eased the panties down.
An angry smattering of reddish purple bruises decorated her full round ass. As much as he loved to see her hot and red from a spanking, he didn’t love seeing quite that much evidence of how hard he’d punished her.
“Over time, you’ll be able to take more without bruising. Though you’ll always be sore the next day when I spank you hard.”
“I don’t want to take more. I want you to be less rough.”
“I’m sure you do. What I want is for you to need less of those hard punishments. Be a good girl, and I’ll just spank you to remind you of your place.”
“My place?” she said, defiance creeping into her tone. She turned her head to meet his eyes, a flash of rebellion in hers.
He smiled. “Meghan,” he said calmly. “You’re lying over the foot of the bed showing me your bruised backside because I ordered you to. One of us is in charge. That’s clearly not you.”
A fresh red blush bloomed over her face and throat. She reached back and pulled her panties up and jerked to a standing position.
“I’ve been so nice about everything,” she said, shaking her head. “You don’t deserve for me to be so nice.” Tears sparkled in her eyes.
“Come here,” he said gently.
She shook her head, clearly determined to take a stand against his tyranny. She was so beautiful and adorable, he almost wanted to give her a break. But he couldn’t because he’d been getting exactly what he wanted from her and he didn’t want that to change.
“Come here. Now,” he said firmly.
She looked at him, trying very hard to maintain a staredown with him, but she couldn’t. Her gaze dropped, and she shuffled to him. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back.
“Except when you’re breaking the rules, you’ve been very good, which I appreciate. I expect a lot. Deep down, I think you like that about me.”
She pressed her soft body against his.
“Mmm,” he groaned softly. “I love when you rub against me like that. Want me to give you that orgasm you were working on when I got here?”
“Will you?” she asked in surprise, her face buried against his chest.
“Yes. Take off your panties, and lie over the end of the bed again.”
This time, she hurried to obey.
He guided his throbbing dick into her welcoming channel. She was soft and warm and wet. Nothing ever felt better than being inside her. Not even winning.
He pumped in and out slowly, taking his time, easing a hand underneath her to tease her clit. “If you’d asked for permission to masturbate tonight I would’ve given it to you.”
“I couldn’t ask. I don’t feel comfortable doing that.”
“Then you’ll have to stop touching yourself down here,” he said, cupping her where he was gliding in and out.
He pushed deep inside and paused until she started to swivel her hips impatiently. Her bruised butt circled tantalizingly.
He pulled his hand away from her clit and grabbed her hips, forcing her into stillness.
“Please?” she begged.
“No. We have to get something straight.”
“What?” she asked, panting.
“The one part of your body that has no other purpose than to accept a cock and give a man pleasure or children is your vagina. While you’re mine, your pussy belongs to me.
” He withdrew and plunged forward, making her gasp.
“If I want to fuck you fast and hard or slow and deep, I will. And you’ll get into any position I tell you to, and you’ll spread those soft thighs for me just like you are right now. Won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trying desperately to move.
He squeezed her sore buttocks, and she cried out. “No more touching yourself without permission, right?”
“No. I promise.”
He slid his hand back down to her clit and rubbed the heel of his hand over her, maintaining hard pressure for her while he fucked her. It took almost no time for her come, her walls spasming around him, milking him until he came in a dark rush of pleasure.
Afterward, he stripped her and bound her wrists and ankles and carried her to the couch. With their combined juices oozing between her sticky thighs and her nipples tight with cold, he alternated between french-kissing her and reminding her she was his to pleasure or punish.
Meghan was overwhelmed and crying softly as Dean fed her stew.
“Please untie me,” she said through sniffles. “I’ve learned my lesson.”
He set the bowl aside, brushing away her tears. “Why are you crying?”
Her face crumpled, and the crying worsened.
She’d been so emotional all week. She knew some of it was from lack of sleep, some from being pre-menstrual, and some was from being with Dean in general.
She was humiliated that he’d not only caught her with her hand in her panties, but he’d told her in no uncertain terms that she was his little sex slave to use however he wanted and then had tied her up to reinforce the fact that her body was just a toy to be played with by him.
In this state, she couldn’t feed herself or sit up or so much as wipe away the tears which were dripping down her face and making her skin itch. She was completely helpless, completely at his mercy. Which she hated. And loved.
The more things he did to her, the more tightly bound to him she felt.
She was getting used to asking for his opinion on everything.
She hated when she was home alone at night.
She liked when he kept tabs on her and acted like every little thing she did mattered to him.
He had a way of making her feel like she was the center of the universe, and it was incredibly addictive.
So addictive that he had her trussed up like turkey, and she couldn’t even imagine breaking up with him.
“Meghan,” he said. “I asked you a question.”
“I’m crying because I’m scared.”
He grabbed the soft fleece throw blanket from the top of the couch and draped it over her. Then he lifted her by the shoulders and sat on the couch, lowering her so her head was on his thigh.
He brushed away her tears and rubbed her arm and side through the blanket.
“If you misbehave and I catch you, I’ll punish you. Every time.”
“Why do you have to be so strict? You know I’m trying really hard to give you what you want.”
“Because being strict is part of the way I get what I want.”
“Why?” she asked, blinking against new tears that threatened to spill.
“I don’t know,” he said, running his hand up her side to cup her breast, testing the weight of it, squeezing it, making it ache for more.
He brushed his thumb over her nipple. “You’re wonderful, with a body that’s lush and delicious.
It’s easy to get carried away with wanting to control and possess you. ”
“Do you have to control me this much?” she asked.
“Probably not. But I like to.”
“Don’t you think it’s mean to make me cry by tying me up?”
“Sure, but it’s also satisfying to know you can’t break my rules and lie to me about it without having to pay the price. I also think that deep down you like knowing how much your actions matter to me.”
“You treat me like a sex toy.”
“Sometimes,” he agreed. “You like that best of all.”
“I don’t. I’m not crying because I like it.”
“I think that’s probably a very big part of why you’re crying. You’re certainly not scared that I’ll hurt you. All I’ve done since tying you up is look at you and feed you dinner. You’re scared because I made you feel powerless and you want to be outraged, but you’re not.”
“You keep pushing. Maybe one day you’ll go too far, and I will be outraged.”
“Maybe,” he said, tweaking her nipple.
“Are you even worried about that?”
“Not at the moment,” he said, reaching under the blanket and untying her bindings.
“You’re so confident,” she said, jerking her hands apart, feeling a little of her sass returning with her freedom.
“Maybe you should be worried, Dean. All this brainwashing might not be permanent. It probably won’t be.
You keep taking me by surprise, and I don’t know how to react. But someday I might.”
He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his big arms around her. “Let’s talk about the weekend. I promised that Sunday’s your day this week. We’ll do whatever you want. Any plans?”
“Can I be in charge?”
“You can be in charge of picking out things you want to do.”
She frowned. “Can I pick out things like: tie Dean up and pinch him in sensitive places until he begs me to stop?”
He laughed. “What do you think?”
She pouted. “It’s my day. That’s what you promised.”
“It’s your day to do things that won’t screw up life as we know it. I won’t let you drink and drive. I won’t let you play Russian Roulette. I won’t let you torture or emasculate me.”
“You get to do whatever you want to me.”
“Yes, because you allow it.”
“Because I’m weak,” she said miserably.
“No, because you’re strong.”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t think I’m strong.”
“Yes, I do.”
She blinked and then looked into his eyes. “Do you?”
He nodded. “In terms of endurance, you’ve got strength in spades.”
She smiled. “You mean because I can let you spank me until my backside’s nothing but one big bruise. Is that the strength you admire?”
“Yes, it’s definitely part of it,” he said.
A small blush bloomed. “It does take a little bit of toughness to get through one of your spankings, especially when you’re too rough. Stop being that rough.”
He traced a line over her jaw. “Stop being so beautiful. Stop being such a temptation.”
She sighed. There was no reasoning with him. “So on Sunday, I think I’ll make you take me to see chick flicks. Really sappy tear-jerkers. And then shoe-shopping. For hours and hours. So long in fact that you’ll wish you’d let me tie you down and pinch your privates instead.”
He laughed. “What I hear you saying is that you want to see if I’ve got any endurance.”
“Yes, actually. Let’s see what good all your muscles do you when I make you learn the difference between a sling back and a sandal.”
He smiled.
“Not scared?” she teased.
He shook his head.
“You should be.”
“Maybe,” he said, pushing the blanket down and taking the tip of her breast into his mouth. He put his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, pushing a couple of thick fingers into her. And just like that, he was back to taking what he wanted.