Chapter 6
Kelsey
“Good girl.” His rich tone makes goosebumps rise on my skin as he enters the room. I can’t see him, but his presence fills the huge space.
My heart is racing as I imagine what he’s doing… Removing his tie? Unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt?
Suddenly, he’s right behind me, his hands on my hips. “Your submission is sublime, Kelsey.” His fingers grip me, grounding me. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
My breath hitches at the endearment. He’s never called me anything but my name. I assume it goes with the scene. I shouldn’t read anything into it. Assumptions will only end in disaster for my emotional health.
He speaks again before I can form words. “I’ve only watched you scene once. Do you like to be warmed up with a palm?”
I swallow. “I’ve only been spanked once,” I admit. I may be floating, but I know the importance of honesty when negotiating. “The first night I scened at Edge. That was two months ago.”
His palms move down to the upper swell of my ass. “You don’t like being spanked?”
“That’s not it.” Fuck. How do I explain what I need? “I realized I prefer to submit to women, and I don’t like them to use their palms. Being spanked is too intimate. It takes me out of the scene. I crave release in the form of pain.”
“Ah. That makes sense. So you prefer to avoid getting aroused when you submit?” He steps closer, sliding his hands up and down my ass and hips.
“Yes.” He’s confusing me. The truth is, he’s been the fantasy for every second of my arousal for two months—in and out of the club.
Even when someone is using a paddle on me, I have trouble avoiding thoughts of Hendrix.
I try to focus on the thud, but sometimes I fail.
I certainly never want a random Dom or Domme to think they are the one making me horny.
It’s always Hendrix. Maddening. If I were to let someone use their bare hand on my ass, I fear I would end up pretending they were Hendrix and orgasm.
Granted, there’s no need for me to be embarrassed. It’s nobody’s business what’s going through my head when I’m submitting or when I come. But I prefer not to risk leading anyone to believe I get my releases from thoughts of them.
This is the most intimate situation I’ve ever been in, and arousal is leaking out of me. It would probably be best if Hendrix didn’t know that, but I doubt I can hide it from him.
He grips my ass firmly. “Do you want me to spank you, Kelsey?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
“Good girl.” His thumbs trail incredibly close to my butt crack. If he keeps this up, my knees are going to buckle. He obviously knows what he’s doing to me.
“Safewords, baby.”
“Red and yellow.”
“Have you ever needed to use them?”
“No, Sir.”
“You will stop me or ask me to slow down with those safewords if it becomes too intense.”
“Yes, Sir.” I know the drill. He must be able to trust me. It’s an important part of BDSM.
Mr. Kennedy steps away and nudges my legs wider.
I feel ten times more exposed.
His hand comes to the small of my back. “Lower to your elbows, Kelsey. I want your bottom pushed out and your tits hanging.”
I drop to my forearms, cross them, and set my forehead against them. The position causes my line of sight to be directly at my swaying breasts. My nipples are hard. I’d give just about anything for him to touch them, but I won’t dare ask.
With his hand still on my back, he lifts the other and gives me a firm swat. It packs a punch, more than I expected him to start with, but I love it. I like the pain that comes with impact play. He knows. He’s watched me.
It seems like his palm covers most of my back as he spanks my ass several more times, warming me up, heating my skin all over, including the backs of my thighs.
I’m purring when he pauses. I refuse to let it embarrass me.
He slides his hand between my shoulder blades and leans over. “Color, baby.”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. Shall I continue?”
“Please, Sir.”
He resumes, spanking me harder, every slap of his hand resonating in the room. It’s not a sound I’m used to. It doesn’t have the same thud of a flogger or a paddle.
I wouldn’t have thought it could hurt as good as other implements, but Mr. Kennedy knows what he’s doing. He’s cupping his palm just right to give me the most effective response.
It’s what I need, but at the same time, other things are in play.
I’m breaking all my own rules, letting him spank me, letting myself become sexually stimulated from impact play.
I knew this would happen. He’s touching me all over.
Irrational or not, Hendrix is the man of my dreams. The object of every fantasy. Of course I’m aroused.
I can tell when he’s almost done because he strikes harder, making me sway. I’m moaning when he finally stops.
“Don’t move, Kelsey. Stay in this position.”
I’m panting, unable to stop the primal sounds coming from my mouth.
“Your pussy needs attention, doesn’t it, baby?” He rubs my bottom, his fingers trailing close to my core.
“Yes, Sir.” Oh, God. Please tell me he’s going to give me the release I’m desperate for.
I’m so horny that I don’t even care how bad an idea this is.
It’s one thing to let him spank me. I could almost pretend it was strictly a business arrangement.
I needed the release from impact play, and he’s an available Dom who recognized that and could give it to me. But if he touches my pussy…
“Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
Yes. Fuck, yes. Consequences be damned.
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is almost a whine.
I rise onto my toes when his fingers graze over my folds. That’s all he gives me, though. The barest touch. He moves between my legs. His hands are back on my hips. He’s the one breathing heavily now.
Suddenly, he bends over me, the material of his pants scratching against my heated skin. He kisses my neck. “We didn’t negotiate sex, Kelsey.”
I whimper. Is he kidding? Did he just think of that now? Or did he mean to toy with me all along?
I’m shaking almost violently with pent-up need as he bends down and removes my heels. Seconds later, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. He pads from the room.
I’m confused as we enter another room, and it takes me a moment to register what his intentions are as he pulls back the covers on a bed, lowers me onto the cool sheets, and pulls them over my naked body.
He kisses my forehead. “Take what you need, baby. I’m going to go get you some water.” He turns and leaves so fast, I’m stunned and blinking at the open door.
My body is trembling. My pussy is pulsing.
I need to come more than I ever have in my life, and I don’t waste time obeying him.
I spread my legs, reach between them, and circle my clit.
I don’t even bother trying to stifle my noises.
My moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as I thrust my fingers into my pussy and grind my palm against my clit.
It takes me less than one minute to orgasm, and I’m still panting when he returns with a bottle of water.
I close my eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed. “You need to drink some water, baby.”
I take a few more deep breaths before finding the strength to confront him. When I open my eyes, it’s to glare at him. “Why did you do that?”
He sighs. “We didn’t negotiate sex, Kelsey,” he repeats.
Keeping my brows furrowed, I blink several times.
“We didn’t not negotiate sex.” The truth is, we didn’t really negotiate impact play either.
He ordered me to go to his room and strip before we discussed him spanking me.
I was already naked, bent over, and submitting to him before he suggested spanking me. Semantics.
He gives me a slow smile that I want to slap off his face. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
I push to sitting, letting the covers fall around me. I don’t care that he can see my breasts. Let him look. “I’m not embarrassed, you rat bastard. I’m pissed.” I’m also still shaking from my orgasm, the one I would have much rather acquired from his fingers instead of my own.
Mr. Kennedy twists off the cap of the water and holds it in front of me. “Do you want to hold this, or do you need me to?”
I yank it out of his hand and pour half of it down the front of him. He’s still in his dress shirt. I’m sure it and his pants were going to the dry cleaners on Monday morning anyway. And we’ve already established I don’t pick up or drop off his laundry.
I’m impressed that he doesn’t flinch or change his expression. The water is cold. He must have gotten this bottle from the fridge.
I’m not stupid enough to drain it because I am thirsty. I tip the bottle back and drink the rest of it in seconds.
“Your tantrum is cute,” he says, taunting me.
I roll my eyes.
He sets a hand on the other side of my thighs, trapping me in. “You told me you don’t like to get aroused when you submit.”
I scowl at him. “I told you I don’t let anyone spank me at Edge because it’s too intimate, and I prefer not to get aroused with random Doms at the club.
Don’t mince my words. You knew I was aroused before we started.
You spent the entire evening sending me smoldering looks that ensured my pussy was dripping.
Then you dominated the fuck out of me before ordering me to strip naked in your room.
It did not come as a surprise to either of us that I ended up desperate for release. ”
He lifts his hand to my jaw and gently strokes my cheek. There’s a partial smile on his lips.
I swat at his hand, trying to push it away.
He shocks me when he grabs my hand out of the air, brings it to his lips, and sucks three of my fingers into his mouth.
It takes me a few moments to realize he’s sucking my arousal from my skin.
Jesus. He holds my gaze while he does it.
He doesn’t release my hand as he lowers it to my lap.
“We didn’t negotiate sex, Kelsey,” he repeats yet again.
“I’ve never once fucked a woman after dominating her without discussing it beforehand.
You’re sexy as hell when you’re infuriated. ”
I plop onto my back and stare at the ceiling, needing the few extra inches of distance from his intense face.
He thinks I’m infuriated? That’s because he’s the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.
“You want negotiation? Consent? Fine. The next time you decide to dominate the fuck out of me, sneak me up to your room, order me to strip, and spank me with your bare hand, feel free to finish me off, okay?” I bark.
I should have kept my mouth shut. I’m trembling all over from a combination of embarrassment and continued need. I’m probably making no sense, and I sound like a petulant child, which pisses me off further. The quick orgasm I gave myself was out of desperation and not nearly satisfying enough.
He chuckles. Damn him. “Noted.”
This is my boss. I somehow have to survive this weekend and then show up Monday morning as if tonight never happened. I have no idea how the hell I’m going to separate our working relationship from whatever this kinky new thing is between us. I can’t even put words to it or identify it.
What I know is that the man of my fantasies just spanked me hard enough to make my teeth rattle. I loved every moment of it and ended up pulsing with need.
He leans over me, kisses my forehead, and then stands. “Sleep.”
“I should go home.”
“Not tonight, Kelsey. I’ll take you home myself in the morning. You’re not in the right frame of mind to leave here tonight.”
“Because I’m pissed?” I ask the ceiling.
“Because you’re in a deeper subspace than you’re used to. I’m worried about subdrop. I’d rather you be where I can keep an eye on you. I’ll be right across the hall, and I’ll leave my door open.”
“Whatever.” I’ve never been sassier than I’m being tonight, but he deserves it. His code of ethics is a bit skewed. I roll onto my side, facing away from him, essentially dismissing him.
I don’t even care that my makeup is still on and I haven’t brushed my teeth. I’m sure everything a girl could need is in the attached guest bath. I’ll investigate it later.
True to his word, Hendrix does not close the door when he disappears, and lights are on across the hall for a while before he turns them off.
I wait until I’m confident he’s done torturing me with his presence before I climb out of bed and pad to the bathroom.
I don’t even have a thing to wear. My dress and shoes are in his room.
After cleaning up, I lie down for a while, listening for noises.
When it’s been so long that he must be sleeping, I sneak across the hall and use the dim lighting to snatch my dress and shoes from the armchair.
My purse, which contains my phone, is downstairs.
I’m not going to leave in the middle of the night, but I do fully intend to be gone before he wakes up.