Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Avery
Getting back into place on the spanking bench, Avery had a new sense of peace. Returning to kink had satisfied the need inside her, fulfilling her in a way she’d been missing, but this was a new level of contentment.
Nick didn’t judge her.
Even though he was new to the scene, Nick didn’t think there was anything wrong with her.
That he thought there was something wrong with him made her want to hug the hell out of him.
He’d made some damn good points. It was time to get Shannon’s and Chad’s voices—the voices of everyone who had ever made her feel bad about what she wanted—out of her head.
They could live their own lives, doing what they wanted to fulfill their own wants and needs, but they didn’t get to dictate hers.
Everyone wanted and needed different things, which was a good thing.
Nick was her match. They wanted the same things, which may not be the same things other people wanted. If everyone wanted the same things, it wouldn’t be special when they found their match because anyone could match anyone.
Even in her own head, it sounded a little loopy, like maybe she was drunk on happiness. Which she was, so that was fine. Nick was her perfect match for insecurities, kink, and love of food.
Unfortunately for her, the match for the kink part meant a very hot ass right now.
Avery squealed as the paddle landed. She got a glimpse where it laid on the floor, so she knew it was a rectangular wooden paddle, but that had been all she’d been able to see. Now, she knew it was long enough to land on both cheeks, covering both spots he’d been spanking and more.
It hurt like hell.
“Ouch! I’m sorry!”
“I know, sweetheart, four more, then you’re done.”
Four more… Avery whimpered. Though it was nice to know there was an end in sight, the knowledge also loomed over her.
Four more is really gonna hurt.
Her pussy clenched.
Thwap!
The sound of wood against flesh was deeper, meatier than hand to cheek, and she felt the blow reverberate through her body. Her cry turned to a whimper as she rocked on the bench, panting, tears sliding down her cheeks.
She was going to feel this tomorrow.
Part of her reveled in that fact.
Nick
The paddle was so much more effective than his hand.
It was also less tiring, far more effective, and meant his hand wasn’t getting sore from spanking her. The knife calluses he had didn’t protect them, though the handle of the paddle felt good in his palm, thanks to those same calluses.
Hefting its weight, he smacked her ass again, enjoying the sound of the impact and her cry immediately after it.
Even better, he was enjoying it without the guilt that had been weighing him down.
He could see how much more relaxed she was, despite him laying down a paddle over her already spanked ass.
The two spots where he’d been spanking her were now dark red in a sea of pink, and his dick throbbed at the sight.
Fucking beautiful.
Maybe some people would think they were a little messed up because of what they wanted, but he and Avery were messed up in the same way.
They fit together. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with Avery wanting what she wanted, which meant he needed to stop thinking there was something wrong with him for wanting those same things.
Just enjoy it.
He certainly planned to.
Another hefty whack of the paddle and the sound of her cry was like music to his ears, a high-pitched squeal, ending in a short sob—yet she didn’t say her safeword. She didn’t even say ‘stop’ or ask for relief.
She needed this. He did as well.
There was something beautiful about that complementary perverseness.
“Good girl,” he said, crooning his praise and enjoying the shiver that went down her spine. “Last one.”
She gripped, flexed, then relaxed, realizing he wouldn’t use the paddle again until she did.
Thwap!
The impact caused her loudest cry yet. Nick bent enough to lay the paddle on the ground, undoing his pants as he straightened.
The other wonderful thing about spanking benches, besides how well they positioned a naughty sub’s ass for her punishment, was they also positioned her perfectly to be fucked.
Freeing his cock, Nick moved behind her, gripping her hips with his hands.
He buried his length into her wet heat with one hard thrust that made them both groan.
Avery’s muscles quivered around him, squeezing and contracting, massaging the length of his cock.
Holding it inside her, he let her adjust around him.
“Oh, fuck…” Her panted words made him throb.
The heat of her punished ass emanated off her skin, warming to his groin and adding to his arousal. When he looked down to see those pink and red cheeks snug up against his body, the visual was almost too erotic to bear.
Dragging his cock back, he thrust again, watching as those pink cheeks jiggled enticingly, rippling from the force of his thrust. He wished there was a mirror set up in front of them, so he could see the expressions on her face as easily as he could see her slick pussy and red cheeks.
Maybe he’d make that suggestion to Olivia.
For now, he gripped Avery’s hips hard and braced his legs.
“You may cum if you can.”
Pounding away behind her, he vented his frustration, fear, and all the emotions that had bottled up inside him on her slick pussy. If she came, she came. If she didn’t, that was part of her punishment.
Avery
The rough, pounding strokes of Nick’s cock in and out of her body were driving Avery wild.
He wasn’t trying to pleasure her, wasn’t trying to make her cum, and she could feel the difference. Her body was being used for his pleasure.
Perversely, that turned her on even more.
She whimpered as he rode her, every thrust slapping against her already stinging buttocks, adding another flash of pain while her pleasure surged higher.
Her muscles clenched, trying to grasp his cock, but she was so wet, her movements didn’t slow him in the slightest.
The friction, the sensation of him moving in and out of her, the slick glide of his cock hammering home, and the inconsistent stimulation of her clit, thanks to the position, was sending her soaring, but she didn’t know if she was going to come in time. The uncertainty made her even more aroused.
Her body was hurtling toward the peak of her climax, but she didn’t know if she was going to make it or not.
Every hard thrust slammed her against the bench, leaving her writhing and crying out, sobbing with the need for release, yet unable to exactly get the right stimulation.
Her mound pressed against the leather of the bench, but whoever built it must be one hell of a creative sadist. They’d made it so she couldn’t quite get the right spot, no matter how she squirmed against the padded leather.
“Please! Nick, please!” she begged as her muscles tightened and quivered from the tension winding inside of her and on the edge of snapping… but not quite making it.
Ignoring her pleas, his fingers dug in, and he moved harder, faster, and she knew he must be getting close to his own peak.
Her time was almost up. Tears dripped onto the leather beneath her cheek as she cried out, squeezing her muscles tightly, knowing it would get him off faster but hoping it might do the same for her.
Avery cried out, half with ecstasy and half with relief as her pleasure reached the tipping point and carried her over.
She spasmed, her orgasm throbbing with every hard thrust of Nick’s cock, then he buried himself inside her as he grunted her name.
With his hot weight draped over her back, against her ass, she felt him pulse inside her, adding to her own blissful satisfaction.
Every spurt of his cock sent another shuddering wave of pleasure through her, and his groin rubbing against her tender backside ignited more sparks of sensation. Closing her eyes, she sighed as the tension melted away, leaving her limp and satiated over the bench.
Gentle hands caressed her sides as lips pressed a kiss to the center of her back.
“Good girl.”
Nick
Getting everything cleaned up didn’t take long, then he snuggled in with Avery in one of Marquis’ many booths.
They only had half an hour before they were both supposed to be downstairs, but he was having trouble bringing himself to care.
He was supposed to be the one in charge, but Avery had the ability to shift his priorities.
Something his previous girlfriends hadn’t been able to do.
Maybe the problem hadn’t been they were too demanding or didn’t understand him. Maybe the problem had been he hadn’t been willing to prioritize them.
He probably owed them some apologies. Now, he knew his priorities could shift, and he’d never really given them a chance to with other girlfriends.
Maybe it wouldn’t have happened at all if he hadn’t spent so much time working with Avery.
She’d gotten under his skin in a way his previous girlfriends never had.
It’s called falling in love, genius.
Sometimes, the voice in his head sounded suspiciously like his big brother.
Avery stirred on his lap, then suddenly sat upright, nearly knocking her head into his chin. He barely reared back in time, then grabbed hold of her to keep her from tumbling off.
“Oh my God! What time is it? We have to get to work!”
Well, now he knew how his exes felt when he’d focused on work over them. Ouch. Where’d the post-coital bliss go?
“We have some time,” he said soothingly, pushing his hurt feelings aside. Avery had no way of knowing what he’d been thinking. Besides, after last night, she probably felt the need to prove herself, both because she’d run out on a shift and because of the things Chad had said.
Snuggling with him on the second floor would not help her feel better about either of those things.
“How much time?” She still sounded panicked, though a bit of the edge was gone. Nick tightened his hold on her to keep her from wriggling around too much.
“Hey, look at me.” Deepening his voice, he went for the ‘Dom mode’ thing Olivia had talked about.
While he and Avery hadn’t discussed being kinky outside the bedroom, there would be times when it might actually help her.
Like when she was panicking, like right now.
She turned her head, meeting his gaze, and stilled.
It wasn’t relaxed, but she wasn’t quivering like a tuning fork anymore.
“You won’t be late, okay? I’ll make sure of it. ”
There was the relaxation he’d been aiming for. Her shoulders slumped, her spine relaxed, and the wildness retreated from her eyes.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Pulling her back into his chest, Nick nuzzled the top of her head with his lips.
“Just let me enjoy this for another few minutes,” he whispered, holding her tightly.
Avery nodded, relaxing even more against him, curling into his lap like a kitten. Trusting him to take care of her, trusting him to make sure she wasn’t late. Trusting him with her reputation and to keep her from the judgments of the others in the restaurant.
That meant the fucking world to him.