Chapter 17
Meghan was so happy to be back in Dean’s strong arms. The moment he’d stepped in the door, he’d put his arms out and she’d rushed into them. He held her pressed against him, and she couldn’t help the tears that stung her eyes.
“I missed you,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck. “I really misjudged the situation.”
“That’s understandable, considering someone tried to make you misunderstand. Give me your mouth. I want to taste those lips.”
She tipped her head up, and he kissed her deeply for several long moments, making her melt and also catch fire.
“Dean?”
“Yes?” he asked in a husky voice, a hand cupping her butt and giving a slow firm squeeze that hardened her nipples.
“I feel terrible about not trusting you. I think…”
“What?” he asked.
“It seems like the sort of thing that should have consequences, don’t you think?”
“I do,” he said, his erection straining against his pants. “But we don’t have to deal with it right now.”
She licked her lips, her heart beating a bit quicker and a blush creeping up her chest to her cheeks. “Whenever you want to.”
He studied her for a moment, as if reading her mind. “All right. Then now it is. Get your gorgeous ass in the bedroom and ready for punishment.”
“Okay,” she said, turning and hurrying into her room. She took off her clothes, her heart thumping fiercely.
In the doorway, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.
Her lower body clenched and throbbed at the sight of his forearms, knowing what would come next.
“Over here a minute,” he commanded.
Her nipples were tight throbbing nubs. She crossed the space and stood before him. He squeezed her breasts and tugged her nipples, making her knees weak.
“I missed everything about being with you, including punishing your beautiful body. Tonight I’m going to make up for lost time. Are you going to be good for me while I discipline you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Trust is important, especially in the kind of relationship we have. Turn around.”
She did so. She heard the tie slide from around his neck. He took her wrists and bound them together in the curve of her lower back. She would be helpless to protect her bottom once the spanking began. Her sex ached, liking the idea of being under his complete control.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He swept the hair from the side of her neck.
“I’m glad you know it,” he murmured between kisses.
“You’re my girl.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and his hand splayed over her belly, drawing her back against his warm, solid body.
“You belong to me.” His hand slid lower to her plump sex, cupping her firmly. “Your body likes to be in my hands.”
“Yes, please,” she said, pushing back against him, rubbing her bottom against his erection.
“You know the position,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed.
She knelt on the bed, but with her arms secured behind her back, she had to rely on him to lower her chest to the mattress.
His fingers delved into her wetness, teasing her, swirling around her clit.
She sucked in a breath and raised her bottom. She wanted all of this. The punishment and then the reward.
The first slaps finally came, and she settled down into position, almost purring. The warmth crept deeper. Then he unleashed his strength. Hard spanks covered her entire seat, the stinging thumps joggling her ass and causing fire to swamp her backside and pussy.
She was able to remain still even when the pain blossomed into a throb.
When he didn’t pause for such a long time though, she finally gasped, “Oh! Oh, God!”
Then his swinging hand did come to rest on her upturned bottom.
“Gorgeous. Red, like ripened fruit.”
He squeezed, and she whimpered, her hips restless.
“That’s it. Open your legs and push your ass up, beautiful.” His left hand burrowed under her body and rubbed her clit.
A couple more swats landed, making her cry out softly. Then his right hand dipped between her legs and into her.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, relishing the feel of being handled from both sides.
His fingers didn’t stay inside her long. Instead they slipped up and into her cleft. She froze as a fingertip found her tight anal ring.
“Dean?”
“Relax for me. This is part of your punishment.”
“What is?” she asked breathlessly, her skin flushing so hotly she started to sweat.
He didn’t answer.
She wasn’t clenched, and his finger advanced into her bottom and sank deeper.
She wiggled slightly, but it wasn’t painful.
Being handled in front and invaded in back while her freshly spanked ass was turned up for her lover was incredibly arousing.
Her arms being tied added to her helplessness and turned her on even further, if that were even possible.
A second slick finger joined the first, stretching her little hole. There wasn’t pain, but she did feel overwhelmed. She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering.
His left hand slid down, fingers curling into her drenched sex, palm grinding against her clit. He worked her pussy with his fingers. The digits in back slid part of the way out, but then he spread them, stretching her farther.
“Please!”
“Meghan,” he said in a husky voice. “This is your reminder. I’m the boss. Right now you’re uncomfortable, so putting fingers in your backside is punishment. It won’t always be. Even now, I bet it feels good to submit.”
She swallowed, unable to deny it.
When a third digit joined the others though she stiffened. The sharp stretch was so intense.
“Breathe,” he said softly. “I’m not going to move them. You’re just going to lie still and accept them there.”
His left hand continued to rub slowly against her aroused clit. Her breathing was ragged as she succumbed to his dominance. Even her nipples ached.
After several long moments, he said, “Well done, sweetheart.” He removed his fingers from her bottom and pulled his hand out from under her body, leaving her too empty. He untied her wrists.
“On your back on the bed, legs spread.”
She obeyed immediately, her heart thumping, her backside aching when she laid on it.
Dean undressed and joined her on the bed. She reached for him immediately, a hand on his forearm, another stroking his erection.
He didn’t make her wait any longer. She raised her hips as he slid into her.
“Yes,” she murmured, clutching him.
He looked down at her, his thrusts starting slow, pressing against her inflamed tissues.
“Lift your breasts. Feed me those nipples.”
She gripped her breasts and raised them toward his mouth as commanded.
He clamped down on one tip, which made her arch and moan. It felt amazing, but her body was so ready. The tension had been building so long.
“Please?” she said, pushing her hips up, trying to move faster.
He raised his head and locked eyes with her. He opened his mouth, letting go of her breast.
“Tell me what you want, Meghan.”
“I’m close,” she whispered, pulsing her hips. “Could you…be a little rough?”
He slid his hands along her arms and then laced his fingers through hers. Then he raised them over her head, stretching her arms and pressing her hands and wrists down into the mattress.
He lowered his chest against hers, smashing her soft breasts between them, pinning her with his weight. Then he started to thrust hard and fast and deep.
“Oh my God!” she gasped, the orgasm ripping through her instantly. She loved him and she loved this, the way he made her his, the way proved that he owned her.