Chapter 11 #2
“Yes.”
He drew his shirt over his head, revealing his strong, muscular chest and curly dark hair.
She licked her lips and leaned toward him, wishing she could run her fingers through his curls.
“You can touch whatever you like.” He must have read her mind. “You have my permission.”
She rubbed her palms across his chest and pulled the coarse hairs through her fingers. Feeling suddenly bold, she grabbed a handful of hair and twisted and glared at him. “Take the rest of your clothing off and bend over the bench.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He grinned and removed his last piece of clothing.
His manhood sprang free from its confines, massive and firm, beckoning for her touch. She wanted to feel it, see if it was as smooth as it looked.
He cleared his throat. “What’s your next move, Mistress, watch or play?”
She took a deep breath and calmed herself. She could do this. She would show him she was stronger than she looked. “Over the bench.” She laid out a towel, wondering where exactly he was going to fit all of himself when he bent over the thing.
He lay across the bench and presented his firm, muscular buttocks to her.
Oh dear lord, they were tight and firm. She ran her fingers across his naked backside and marveled at the supple smoothness that meshed with the firm musculature of a working man.
This man was obviously very active. She squeezed his right cheek and patted him gently, loving the small blush that crept into his skin.
“Are you finished fondling me yet, Mistress?” She heard the teasing in his voice.
“Yes, um what’s your pleasure, Mr. Wolfe?”
“Surprise me.” He leaned further over the bench and relaxed for her.
She picked up the small wooden paddle. Cool and smooth to the touch, its weight seemed perfect to wield.
Not too light, not too heavy. Just right.
She lifted it into the air and brought it down with a not-so-satisfying, quiet thud.
How disappointing. He made no move to notice, so she lifted the paddle higher this time and brought it crashing back down on the same spot, barely leaving a faint pink mark on his perfect skin.
It frustrated her. Stepmother made it look so easy!
“If the mistress does not mind me saying so, she is going about it the wrong way,” came his gruff pronouncement.
“Fine! What am I doing wrong then?” She scowled and put her hands on her hips.
He stood up and took the hand with the paddle into his own grasp and rolled her hand gently in circles. He rubbed her wrist until she relaxed her grip. “You have dainty, feminine hands. Your strikes do not come from strength and power but more from the smaller center of mass.”
He turned around and positioned her striking hand against his bottom. He flicked her wrist so she used small strokes up and down against his naked rear end. After 15 strokes, he released her and presented her “efforts” to her.
His right cheek was warm and pink. She felt the heat emanating from the spot she had so easily paddled.
“Wow, that makes a huge difference.” She smiled and noticed something else that had grown quite huge, and she felt the heat creep into her cheeks as her pulse quickened. This man made her feel like no other had before. His strength and commanding presence called to her.
“Your turn.” He pulled on his trousers and took the small implement from her.
“Wh-what?” she stammered and stumbled. Stupid boots.
“I think it’s only fair to let you compare the two, see which you like better.”
“I like being on top.” She thrust out her chin and glared at him. “I’m not weak, and I like being in control, and just because you don’t find me attractive doesn’t mean there aren’t other men that—”
He grabbed her ponytail into his fist and gently pulled back her head so she stared straight up into his dark, aggressive eyes. “What makes you think I find you weak or that I don’t find you attractive, little girl?”
He released her suddenly, and the heat filled her body as she trembled in excitement, “You didn’t want me, after, after…” She looked at the ground and watched his large, hairy feet tap on the floor.
“After what?”
She gulped and met his eyes. “After you spanked me. I… I felt something inside, and you didn’t show any signs you felt the same way. And then you insinuated that you didn’t want to be with me today. I… I don’t know.” She shook her head and tried to pull herself from his grip.
“I was very much aroused by our activities last night, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of you.
That’s not the way I was raised.” He gripped her chin firmly in his iron palm.
“I also wanted to give you some time to recover today and get used to all of this before you made any rash decisions. But let me make it perfectly clear that had you not been exhausted and hurting so recently, I would have paddled your bare ass in a way you have never even dreamt of being spanked. Then I would have ravaged that tight little body of yours and claimed you as mine.”
She jumped and squeaked, embarrassed by his intensity and the animal look in his eyes. “You are so bad.”
“Bad’s my middle name, sweetheart.” He showed her his teeth.
Was is it her imagination, or were his teeth growing?
She shook off the thought and raised her chin to meet his gaze, matching his intensity with a ferociousness, a lust of its own. “Show me.”
He grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth, not the loving, caressing kind, but the kind that held ownership and domination in it. “Bend over and grab your ankles, woman. I’m going to teach you how sexy consensual submission can be.”
She shimmied her pants off and bent over quickly, feeling embarrassed and immensely aroused.
“Good girl.” He patted her bottom tenderly and gave her a few light smacks.
She thrust her bottom out further and heard him chuckle.
“I think you want more, don’t you, little girl?”
She nodded. “Ouch! Sorry, um… Yes, sir, I want more.”
He warmed her slowly with his hand, taking the time to stop and caress and squeeze every so often. It was agonizing torture. Dammit, she wanted more! “Harder. Please.”
“Stand up.”
She rose so quickly the blood rushed to her head, but he steadied her and led her to the wall.
“Take these damn things off before you break an ankle.” He grabbed one boot, then another and tossed them across the room. He positioned her hands on the wall above her head. “Spread your legs.” He tapped them apart until they were to his liking. “Bottom out.”
She obeyed quickly.
“Good girl.” He stroked her warm bottom, coming close to the crease between her legs, and she moaned.
“That reminds me…” He gave her a few more light swats. “I want to hear you. Every moan, every stutter, every cry, every shout. All of it. Raise your voice and let me hear your feedback to what you are receiving.”
She shook her head, feeling self-conscious and silly, and closed her mouth tightly. A rain of fire assaulted her bottom as he gave her a dozen of the hardest spanks she had received yet.
“Yeow! Ow! Owwwwww!” she screeched.
His soft palm soothed her poor bottom “Good girl. Let me hear your voice. It gives me pleasure.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, breathless with all the stimulation. She pressed her bottom out and gratefully accepted all he meted out on her swollen, hot backside.
He seemed to take great pleasure in teasing her with his combination of hard swats and soft caresses. She moaned as she felt the heat pool in her core and felt the first drops of arousal slide down her legs. Then he startled her by kneeling behind her and pressing his face against her hot cheeks.
He inhaled deeply and growled from deep in his chest. “You smell so delicious, little girl. When we are done, I will have to eat you.”
“Mmm, okay. Yes, sir. Whatever you think is best.” Her whole body quivered.
He yanked her upright and pressed the back of her body into his, engulfing her with his tremendous size. She shivered as he shifted her hair off from her neck onto her other shoulder.
He nibbled gently at her neck, causing goose bumps to appear as her body screamed with sensations. No man had ever done this to her, made her feel this way.
“May I try something else with you, Jillian?”
“Yes, sir!” She felt embarrassed at her exaggerated response.
“Perfect.”
BERTRAM
He slapped her firm ass once more, for fun, and led his sexy little spankophile to the bench. If there was any doubt this woman was his, his destined mate, it was gone now. She was his, and she was about to find that out.
“Don’t wear this outfit anymore,” he growled and ripped the top of the bodice away from her breasts.
“I prefer you in dresses, and I want these beauties,” he grabbed her swollen breasts in his hand, “kept out of sight of all other males.” He twisted her peaked rosy nipple, taking a perverse pleasure in the way she mewled and licked her lips.
Yes, this woman was his, and he would not be sharing her with anyone.
He watched her naked body tremble in front of him and smelled her lust. She was drenched in it, his for the taking. A juicy morsel he would finally taste. He yanked her over the bench and spanked her again and again.
Her wide eyes made him pause for a moment, and he softened his face and leaned into her ear. “What’s your ‘stop’ phrase, Jillian?”
“P-p-eter Piper”, she stuttered at him.
“Are you saying it now?” He prayed she wasn’t, but he wanted to make sure.
“Hell no!” She raised her head and frowned at him. “If you think I am, then you are even stupider than Simple Simon!”
He chortled, loving this woman even more. She truly had a strength about her.
“All right. Butt up, spread your legs.”
Her cheeks heated in excitement as she nodded and laid herself back over the bench.
He grabbed the flogger he had made last year and swished it in the air.
It was made of many pieces of tent rope and was the perfect implement to give her some heat without wearing her out.
He flicked his wrist and brought the ends of the rope sliding across her gorgeous red ass, again and again, reveling in her moans and the wetness he saw building between her legs.
He stroked between her legs, his fingers drenched in her fluids.
She danced and shimmied and groaned as he alternated between stroking and spanking.
He felt his other side rising, demanding his lustful advances to go further, to claim her as his own.
He let out a small growl as she rocked through a powerful orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure.
“Please take me!” she cried.
Claim her! his beast commanded, and he almost lost control as the wolf threatened to rise.
He leapt away from her and turned away from the scene of her red ass and swollen, wet lips.
“What’s wrong?” She stood and turned, her face now a picture of wounded confusion.
“I can’t. Not now,” he growled and ran from the room as quickly as he could. But not before he saw the pain in her eyes. Better to hurt her feelings than to scare her to death or hurt her by releasing his other side, right?
“Ah hell!” he cursed, and headed for the back of the lodge.