Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Brian
Pop Top.
He was never going to get that out of his head. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. One thing was for certain—he was going to take it out on Rae’s upturned ass. Not that she minded, from the way she was wiggling it at him as he bent her over the spanking bench.
His cock was hard as a rock, but he didn’t want to skip the fun stuff to get straight to the main event.
She’d set them up in this room for a reason. It didn’t feel right to move right past it into the hotel room beyond, no matter how much he might yearn to pick her up and carry her off in his arms so he could fuck her senseless. They should make use of this front room.
Especially because he needed to pay her back for ‘Pop Top.’ If nothing else, he was going to do his best to make sure that particular monicker never made it around the club. Although, since Domi had been the one to come up with it…
Well, he’d do what he could.
Though he’d almost rather ‘Pop Top’ than hear her call him ‘Daddy’ again. That was the first time he’d ever had an adverse reaction to a sub calling him Daddy. He’d thought he’d wanted to hear it from Rae’s lips. He’d thought it would be a fantasy come true.
As much as he appreciated her trying, he almost wished she hadn’t.
That particular desire was now very, very dead.
He didn’t even get to hold on to the fantasy that it would be everything he’d ever wanted.
The crushing reality was also something he was never going to be able to erase from his brain, unfortunately.
It had sounded so, so wrong coming from her lips.
“I didn’t actually call you a Pop Top,” Rae argued, even as she slid herself into position on the spanking bench, squirming to get comfortable, which had the happy effect of making it look like she was shaking her ass at him.
“I asked if that would be better. I was just looking for alternatives that might appeal to you!”
Brian snorted and brought his hand down on her ass, giving it a little smack that made her jump and squeal.
“You knew exactly what you were doing, little girl.” She was such a brat. He shook his head in semi-exasperation. If nothing else, she was going to keep him on his toes.
Fuck, that felt good. Finally, being able to let go and give in to his emotions.
To admit to both himself, and to her, that he loved her.
He’d been fighting his feelings for so long, he wasn’t entirely sure when he’d fully fallen, but the moment he didn’t have to fight them anymore, he’d realized how completely gone for her he was.
“How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t like Pop Top?”
God, she was going to keep saying it, wasn’t she?
Brian shook his head, a rueful smile curving his lips, as he brought his hand down on her ass again.
Rae yelped, wriggling in place as her cheeks jiggled from the impact.
In her current position, he could see that her pussy was already wet and glistening, ready for his cock…
but he was going to make both of them wait.
“Do you want to call me Pop Top?” he asked, just to see what she would say.
Silence.
Yeah, that’s what he thought.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, spanking her in earnest now, darkening her cheeks with every crisp swat.
Rae moaned, dropping her head down and lifting her ass up to receive the spanking.
With the corset still on, hugging up her upper body, all the focus was on her ass and pussy…
He teased around the latter, letting his palm and fingers strike right next to that tender spot without actually connecting.
Moving his hand up and down her ass, he covered the entirety of her bottom, from the rounded top down to her sensitive thighs. She cried out, the wood creaking as she rocked on it, gripping it tightly, pressing the front of her mound against the supportive leather.
“No cumming until Daddy says you can,” he murmured, pausing between swats to make sure she could hear him.
She moaned in response, and he grinned.
Was it unusual for her not to call him Daddy but for him to say it?
Sure, but it worked for them. Every kinky couple was different in how they operated, and all of it was valid as long as they were both getting their needs met.
And not having to hold himself back from calling himself Daddy while they were scening was apparently all he really needed.
And when he said it, it sounded right.
Even Rae liked hearing him say it.
“I don’t think I like that rule,” she muttered, squirming back against his hand as it came down again. She moaned. He chuckled and rubbed his hand against the sensitive skin of her ass, as though he was rubbing the swat in.
“But you’re going to follow it, aren’t you?”
“What if I can’t help myself?” she asked, lifting her head to look over her shoulder at him. She fluttered her eyelashes, her gaze filled with false innocence.
Brats. Always having to push the envelope.
“Then you’ll spend the evening tied to the hotel bed with a vibrating wand pressed against your clit, so we can see how many orgasms I can force out of you,” he said amicably.
The expression of horror that his suggestion was met with was a good indicator that she was not into forced orgasms as a punishment. She immediately dropped her head back down like any good brat when met with a line she didn’t actually want to cross.
“I was just asking.”
He laughed again, caressing her ass and giving it a rough squeeze before lifting his hand again.
“Be a good girl, Sunshine, and you’ll get your orgasm soon enough.”
Rae
Did her pussy clench when Brian called himself ‘Daddy’?
Yes, yes, it did.
Did it make her want to try calling him Daddy again?
Nope. Not even a little.
She didn’t know why this dynamic seemed to work for both of them, but she was glad it did.
The relief pouring through her was nearly as strong as the pleasure growing inside her with every slap of Brian’s palm against her ass.
It stung in the best way, the heat rippling through her, warming her insides and fueling her desire.
Was he spanking the sass out of her? Maybe a little. It was hard to feel sassy when she felt this good, especially with the threat of the vibrator hanging over her head. She didn’t want a vibrator. She wanted him… above her, inside her. She wanted the connection again.
She’d missed him so much, even though they’d only been ‘together’ for less than a week. Even though they hadn’t been apart all that long after getting home.
With every slap of his hand against her ass, she wanted him more.
Dropping her head, she gave herself over to the sensations, submitting to the spanking and to him. She could feel his fingers caressing her in between each smack, dipping dangerously close to her pussy, teasing her and stimulating her. Making her yearn.
“Please… Brian… Sir…” Fuck. His fingers brushed over her pussy lips, a featherlight touch that made her want to scream in frustration. Her clit pulsed in response, begging for more.
His hand came down on the backs of her thighs, making her scream as her pussy clenched in response. It hurt, it burned, yet it made her insides hotter.
More, please.
Fuck me, please.
Suddenly, she could take a deeper breath than before.
He’d loosened her corset.
Rae whimpered as he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, pulling the corset from her body while running his hands all over her.
Their lips came together in a tumultuous kiss, clothing falling to the ground.
She heard something rip and was pretty sure it was his shirt—oops—but he didn’t pause.
Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her from the pink room into the hotel room.
Which surprised her—she’d thought for sure he’d want to make use of the frilly white and pink bed that was in the front room.
But when he tossed her down onto the bed, re-igniting the heat in her bottom as it came into contact with the sheets, she realized this was the right choice.
The big bed was so similar to the one they’d shared on Hideaway, yet while they’d leave this bed behind, they would go forward from this room together. It was like a redo of their final night—the night that they’d missed out on when Domi and Mitch had decided to separate everyone.
She expected Brian to climb on top of her, but instead, he bent over to bury his face between her thighs. His arms wrapped around her legs, prying them wide apart for his oral assault, his tongue delving between her pussy lips as he began to feast like he was a starving man.
“Oh, fuck!” Rae’s fingers weaved through his hair, her lower body trying to levitate off the bed—partly from the discomfort of her seared cheeks being pressed against it and partly to get more of her pussy on his mouth.
All the stimulation she’d been craving was suddenly hers for the taking, and the shock made it hard for her to assimilate.
It was a glut of pleasure, of sensation, where there had been nothing, and the suddenness of it made her brain fritz.
Her knees bent, heels digging into the backs of his shoulders as she rubbed herself against his questing tongue.
When he sucked her clit between his lips with a low hum that vibrated straight up her spine, Rae felt herself coming apart at the seams. She cried out again, muscles tightening and releasing, clenching and loosening, as pure ecstasy exploded inside her.
Who needed a vibrator? Not her. Brian’s tongue was sending her soaring without any extra help, her body quaking as he kept suckling, kept licking, sending her on another paroxysm of pleasure.
She might try to levitate, but he leaned into her, keeping her pressed against the bed, right where he wanted her.
“Please, please, please…” She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.
All she knew was that she was drowning in pleasure, her most sensitive spots rapidly becoming oversensitive.
She couldn’t take anymore, yet she could feel another orgasm building, swelling inside her, and she thought she might die if he stopped before it released.
Then he pulled away… no, he was moving upward, his mouth sliding over her stomach up to her breasts, leaving her pussy wet and wanton and begging.
“Brian!”
He covered her mouth with his own, the taste of her arousal coating his tongue as he thrust it between her lips with filthy confidence.
The tip of his cock slid over her swollen folds, rubbing against them, seeking out her opening.
She moaned as he deepened the kiss, pushing up against him to help his dick find what it was searching for.
They both shuddered as he found it, and the head of his dick pushed into her, stretching her.
Fuck, it felt so good. So right. Rae slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, digging her nails in when it seemed like he hesitated.
If he stopped now, she would murder him. She wanted—needed—him inside her.
Then his hesitation—if that’s what it was—disappeared, and he thrust in hard enough to make her cry out.
The thick length of his cock split her open, stretching her deliciously as her slick flesh parted for him, and he slid in deep.
The change-up of sensation was enough to have made her orgasm begin to recede, but now her passion mounted again as new pleasures rippled through her.
He pounded into her, her heated bottom bouncing off the bed with each one of his thrusts, and she cried out as she clenched around him.
They moved together, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, his body rubbing against her swollen clit every time their bodies came together.
She clung to his shoulders, shuddering as her climax swelled, swirling higher and higher.
“Oh, fuck…”
“That’s it, Sunshine. Come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
Brian’s growling voice did it. The most powerful orgasm Rae had ever experienced surged through her, sweeping over her like a tidal wave. She was thrown into the maelstrom of ecstasy, crying out as he slammed into her to the hilt, rubbing his body against her clit as his cock pulsed inside her.
It was everything she’d ever wanted and more.