Chapter 12
What?
That had to be a joke. Right? There was no way that she could . . . that he could expect her to . . .
Make herself come.
While he watched.
She couldn’t even say ‘pussy’, how could she be expected to touch herself?
With him watching.
“I . . . I can’t . . .” She shook her head.
“No?”
“Noo,” she groaned.
“Hmm.” He ran his finger under her panties and through her slick lips. “But you’re so wet. Don’t you want to come, darlin’? Don’t you want to shatter while you scream my name?”
Yes.
She wanted that so much.
“I do . . . I just can’t touch myself.”
“Yes, you can.”
Blakely shook her head frantically. “Please, I can’t.”
“Lie back,” he commanded.
Lying on her back, she stared up at the ceiling. She didn’t know whether not looking at him made things better or worse.
“Put your feet up on the mattress and spread your legs wide.”
She did as he ordered without thought.
“You like being given orders, don’t you, darlin’? Having the choice taken out of your hands.”
“You can’t order me to touch myself!” she cried.
“Can’t I? I think I could.” Stafford stood and studied her closely.
Could he? Or would she have to say her safeword?
“But I’ll make things easy on you. I’ll give you the orgasm.”
Thank God.
She breathed out a sigh of relief and gave him a grateful smile.
Turns out, she shouldn’t have been so relieved.
“After I give you a spanking.”
Stafford watched as those words sunk in. Her mouth opened in shock.
“A spanking?”
“You’ve got to be punished. And if you won’t make yourself come while I watch, then I need to come up with something else.”
She gave him a suspicious look. “And that something is a spanking?”
“Yes, a spanking. I’ll spank your ass. And then I’m going to make you come. Normally, you wouldn’t get to come after a spanking, but I’m feeling generous.”
Plus, he really needed to touch her, taste her, to hear her cry out in pleasure and know that he was the one who made her come.
“Couldn’t we skip the spanking?”
“It’s your choice, baby. Make yourself come while I watch or get your bottom spanked. Which one are you going to choose?”
He slid his finger under the material of her panties and along her slick lips. It was probably a bit mean to touch her like this while she was trying to think, but he couldn’t help himself.
“God, you’re so wet. You really got turned on watching me, didn’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, moving her hips up and down. “Please.”
He was fairly certain that he could order her to touch herself and she’d obey. But he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to risk her feeling ashamed after.
At least he wouldn’t do it this first time.
Not until she trusted him more.
Reluctantly, he pulled his finger away, and she let out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop!”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. But you don’t get to come until after your spanking.” He slid his finger into his mouth. “Yum. You taste delicious.”
“I do?” She sounded surprised.
“Yes, has no one ever told you that?”
She shook her head, blushing. “I always thought it was . . . that it was kind of a chore for men to do that.”
“A chore?” What sort of men had she been dating?
Actually, he didn’t want to know. Because he wanted to be the only man in her life.
Fuck.
Getting ahead of yourself, much?
“I cannot wait to get my mouth on your pussy. To eat you out. To hear your cries of pleasure as I suck on your clit, as I tongue your entrance. I fucking love eating pussy and I’m going to become addicted to yours, I can tell.”
“I want the spanking.”
To his surprise, she sat up and practically crawled on top of him where he was still kneeling on the floor. She actually placed herself over his lap. “Give it to me.”
Um.
That was a quick change of mind. Then it hit him why she was suddenly over his lap, ready for her punishment. She thought that the sooner she was punished, the quicker he would get to pleasuring her.
It was cute how she thought she got to call the shots.
“You want your spanking?” He rubbed her bottom.
“Yes,” she said, wriggling around as though trying to prompt him into spanking her.
“Well, unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of when you get your spanking.”
“You’re not going to give it to me now? You’ll make me wait?” She rolled off his lap to sit on the floor. “Then why did you put me over your lap?”
“I didn’t. You put yourself over my lap.” He rose and sat on the bed.
“Semantics,” she muttered.
“Come here.” He held out his hand and helped her up.
Then he drew her between his open legs. “I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.
And this is a punishment spanking so it won’t be much fun.
But as soon as it’s over, I’m going to lay you on the bed and eat you out until you scream. Okay?”
Blakely nodded. “Yes.”
“Remember, this is a special punishment. Normally, you wouldn’t get to come after a spanking.”
“I understand.”
“My good girl. Come here. I need to kiss you first.” Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and drew her to him.
Then he kissed her.
Long. Hard. Deep.
Fuck.
His dick was fully hard. It was like the damn thing had forgotten that it had come less than half an hour ago.
Pulling back, he arranged her so she was face down on this lap. Grasping hold of her purple panties, he stripped them off her.
“Ohh,” she said, sounding surprised.
“Spankings are always given on bare bottoms, baby,” he told her.
Hmm. He didn’t know where that rule came from, but it sounded perfect to him. He didn’t need her panties standing between them.
He rubbed her bottom until she relaxed slightly.
Smack!
He slapped his hand down on her ass.
Slap! Slap!
He landed several more before stopping to check on her. Her cheeks were a nice pink color, and he rubbed the heat in.
“How are you doing, darlin’?” he asked.
“That was so mean!” she cried.
“Mean? It’s a punishment.”
“I want my pleasure now!” she said, trying to wriggle off his lap. He held her down.
“Where are you going, darlin’? Do you really think we’re finished?”
Blakely glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “We’re not?”
“My poor girl. No, baby. We’re not finished. That was just the warm-up.”
“The warm-up!” she cried before he started to spank her again.
This time, he kept up a steady space. Back and forth. Smack after smack until her ass was a deeper red and her breathing was choppy.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asked as he stopped and ran his finger lightly over her bottom.
“How am I doing?” she cried. “My bottom hurts! I’m not going to be able to sit tomorrow.”
Hmm. He hadn’t spanked her that hard. This was her first spanking from him, and he didn’t know her pain tolerance.
“Every time you sit, you’ll think about being spanked. And you’ll hopefully remember to behave yourself.”
Or not.
They’d have to wait and see.
“Have you finished?” she asked.
“Not quite.”
“Nooo,” she cried as he raised his hand.
“That wasn’t your safeword,” he pointed out. “What is your safeword?”
“Red.”
“Do you need to use it?” he asked.
“I . . . there’s a difference between want and need,” she grumbled.
“Yes, there is. Do you need to use your safeword, baby?”
“No.”
“Such a good girl.” He gave her several more spanks. Nothing too harsh. And then he picked her up, turning her in his arms so she straddled his legs, and her face was pressed to his chest.
Stafford ran his hand up and down her back. “You were such a good girl. So brave. You did so well.”
She leaned back to give him a skeptical look. “All I did was get spanked. I just had to lie there.”
“Yes, but you were very brave. Especially since it was your first spanking from me.”
“It was only the second spanking I’ve ever had,” she confessed. “I’ve never dated a Dom before. However, when I was in Chicago, I visited a club a few times that was age-play friendly and I negotiated a scene to have my bottom spanked.”
He had to force himself not to visibly tense.
Stafford had never been to a BDSM club before. Although he definitely liked to be in control in the bedroom. And he enjoyed spanking and bondage. But he didn’t like the idea of her in a club on her own.
“Did you enjoy going to the club?”
She shrugged. “A bit. It just felt a bit . . . I don’t know .
. . strange? I didn’t know the Dominant and that works for some people.
But, for me, I think I needed something more authentic.
Or to at least know and trust the person spanking me.
It was all a bit scripted for my taste and I know that was for my safety. But this felt . . . different.”
“Different good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Is there anything you’d want done differently?” he asked curiously.
“Um, maybe for you to spank less hard.”
Hmm. He wasn’t sure that she really wanted that. Or that she needed it, either.
“I don’t think that’s really what’s best for you,” he told her.
“I don’t like that sort of reasoning.”
“No, because that means that you have to sit on a sore bottom the next day.” He patted her butt lightly.
“Hey! No more spanking!”
“No?” he queried.
“No!”
“Then what shall we do?” He pretended to think. “We can sit and watch a movie?”
“Stafford! No!”
“No? Then what?”
“You were going to . . . I mean I thought you wanted to . . .”
He decided to take pity on her. His poor girl really did struggle with saying what she needed.
“Oh, you thought I was going to lick your pussy until you screamed.” He moved them so she was lying on her back on the bed and he was kneeling between her legs. “Is that what you thought?”
Blakely nodded. “Yes. Please.”
“Such a good girl using her manners. How could I refuse to give her what she needs?” Grasping hold of her legs, he pushed them apart so he could stare at that gorgeous, wet pussy.
“Stafford?” she whispered.
He glanced up to see that her cheeks were red. “Yes?”
“I . . . what are you staring at?”
“The most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh Lord,” she groaned. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
He had to grin as she covered her face with her hands.