Chapter 19
Dean’s loft had skyline views, so he normally never pulled the curtains, which stood as fabric columns framing the horizon. The conversation with Darnell was on his mind when he got home though, so he closed them when he brought Meghan inside.
The tension remained in the air, and Dean knew what his restless love really needed.
“You’ve got a nickname,” he said. “The players call you M-and-M.”
“Like the candy?”
“I guess.”
“Should that bother me?” she wondered out loud. “Well, it doesn’t. The rules are different for your guys.”
“They like to think so,” Dean said, watching her pace. “Been eating the leftover energy bars?”
“What leftovers? The players eat them all, don’t they?”
“Oh, yes. The ground hazelnut one with the chocolate tastes like Nutella they tell me. I wouldn’t know since a batch never makes it out of the cluster of defensive linemen who always manage to get to it first.”
She smiled. “I will make some just for you.”
“When I mentioned energy bars it was because you seem restless and wound up.”
“A lot on my mind,” she said, wiping down the counter she’d already wiped down.
“Let’s clear it.” He walked to the bed and sat on the edge.
“I don’t need you to,” she murmured, though she was already unbuttoning her blouse.
When she was naked and draped over his lap, he realized that she had a lot of bruising left from the night before.
Too bad he’d disciplined her so sternly.
She needed a hard spanking more tonight than she had for the small infractions she’d made to earn the spanking the previous evening.
It was just that Tuesdays were the night they often had the most time together, and he liked to spend a lot of it in the bedroom.
As he expected, she had to ask for a break almost immediately after he’d begun.
“I’m sorry. I’m being such a baby about it,” she said, clearly frustrated. “And I did do something today that—I shouldn’t have done.” She rolled onto her side and sat up on his lap, putting her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
Normally, she would have been in serious trouble for breaking position before the punishment was over, but she was so clearly out of sorts that he let it go.
“I can’t take the kind of spanking that’s warranted.”
“What did you do?”
“I asked my chairman to show me where in my contract it says I have to agree to be interviewed by the student newspaper.”
“Meghan, what the hell?”
“I know. I know you’re going to handle things so that the interview won’t turn into a fiasco, but I was just so angry and frustrated.
And my chair seems to think all this is funny.
He even made a joke about the wet T shirt contest. Jeff said that wouldn’t be at all appropriate, but maybe a carnival where I’d be in the dunk tank would work.
All the staff and faculty could participate in various booths.
I’d undoubtedly be the star attraction. That’s what he said.
Star attraction. I really think he was halfway serious about the goddamned carnival. ”
That son of a bitch, Dean thought. He and Jeff Dewey were going to have a private word.
“It’s how I’m dressing. I used to wear a lot of oversized blouses and sweaters because when I buy things that fit, it’s too much. Do you know my parents forbid me from wearing bikinis when I turned fifteen? Too chubby. Too well-endowed.”
Dean felt himself getting more furious by the minute. “You’re beautiful, Meghan.”
“Maybe to you, but there’s still a little too much of me, and there always will be. Unless I got a breast reduction and maybe that stomach banding or whatever they call it.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I still shouldn’t have gotten as angry as I did.”
“You had a right to get angry,” Dean said. “Fuck Dewey.”
Meghan sucked in a breath and raised her head to look at him. Dean almost never swore in front of her.
“What you should have done, instead of escalating the fight, was call me. You could have vented, and I could’ve reminded Dewey that if he steps out of line it won’t go unanswered.”
“I just want sexual things to stay between me and you. And to have my workplace be about my work.”
“It had better be, or they will find themselves down one head coach and one associate physics professor.”
She became very still. “Would you move?”
“Yes. I signed a two-year contract. At the end of the season, I can pursue other offers if I choose to. They are pushing me hard to sign a new five-year deal.”
“Is it very lucrative?”
“Close to a million a year.”
She sucked in a startled breath. “My God. I had no idea. So you should take it.”
“We’ll see. There are a lot of things to consider.”
He felt her shiver and yanked the corner of the blanket up to wrap it around her.
“What things?”
“The details of the offer, including what kind of control I’ll have to build the program. Also whether or not you’re happy here and whether it’s the best place for your career to develop.”
“I’m really flattered that you’d think of me at all, but should I really be a factor?” she asked.
“Depends. When I ask you to marry me, are you going to say yes?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes,” she whispered.
He smiled.
“When do you think you’ll ask?”
“When the ring’s ready, which should be in about a week.”
“Don’t tell me anymore. I want to be surprised.”
“Then stop asking questions.”
“I will if you stop saying such intriguing things.” She bit his earlobe. “You could do something different to punish me tonight if you felt like it,” she whispered.
He squeezed her breast and slid his other hand between her legs to her warm and wet center. He pinched her nipple until her breath caught and she whimpered. She circled her hips so her soft rump rubbed against him.
He groaned softly. “Careful or you’ll get more than you bargained for.
” As a punishment one night, he’d punished her asshole with his fingers and slapped her pussy until it was red and puffy.
He’d meant to leave her unsatisfied. He wanted to work her up to offering herself to him in any way he wanted.
But the way she’d moved and responded to the new forms of discipline had been too hot.
He’d planned to put her on her knees on the rug and to come in her mouth while she wiggled her hips in needy frustration.
Instead he’d pushed right into her slick sex and pounded into her until they both came.
“More how?” she said, her voice breathy.
“I’ll use more than my fingers to stretch you. And I won’t pull out until you’ve taken every inch. And every drop.”
Her hips stilled, but she didn’t pull back.
“A man’s seed belongs in his wife’s body.”
“Not there,” she whispered.
“Yes, wherever he wants to put it.”
He felt her heart hammering against her ribs. Her breath was shallow against his throat as her fingers traced his shoulder muscles.
“I’m not your wife yet,” she whispered, then licked her lips.
“No, but you belong to me.”
She tightened her grip on his shoulder.
“I don’t need paperwork to prove that. Now, straddle my hips and put my cock inside you,” he commanded.
She did as she was told, and he laid back. Then he watched her face flush and her breasts bounce as she rode him.
“Oh my God,” she said.
“Don’t come without permission,” he warned. It was one of the new ways he was exerting his control over her.
“I need to!” she said, rubbing her clit against him several more times. The telltale spasms started.
Before her orgasm was even finished, he gripped her arms and lifted her off him.
“Dean!” she cried.
“Absolutely not. Go bend over that table. Now,” he ordered in a low voice.
She bit her lip and shuffled to it. He saw her fingers trail down to her pussy.
“Do not touch yourself.”
She took a deep breath, tossing her head in frustration as she draped herself over the table and gripped the edges.
“You’ll count out loud while you’re spanked.”
“Dean, please,” she whined, moving that tempting tail back and forth.
God, he wanted to finish fucking her immediately.
“You don’t have to say a thing, but only when you count will they. I can spank that juicy ass all night. Think you want to go that long?”
“No! I’ll count,” she said softly. “Sir,” she added.
She pushed her glorious ass up and out for him, just the way he wanted it. His hard-on ached, but this little bit of discipline to her helpless posterior would only sweeten the pot. He smacked her ass and she counted. The color rose immediately, and he stopped to fondle and tease her.
She broke down crying, but he knew it wasn’t just from the pain. He finished an even half dozen, roasting her bottom. Then Dean gripped her forearms and used them to keep in her position as he fucked her from behind over the table.
Her soft cries quickly turned frantic as he banged against her hot, luxurious ass.
“Please may I come?” she begged between sobs.
“Yes, sweetness. Come for me.”