Chapter 40
Rocco
Alone with a man she just met, in his bedroom, stepping out of her comfort zone—that level of bravery and trust is astounding.
I know some of it comes from her brother’s faith in me and him being upstairs.
Still, Harper here, kneeling on the cushion beside me, awaiting my direction, is an honor I don’t take lightly.
“Face down.” I pat my thigh. “We’ll go over some rules first.”
She lowers herself over my lap, arms folded beneath her head, ass raised in the perfect position.
Given her background, it’s safe to assume she was taught to obey—forced to obey—but I also believe she’s inherently obedient. She enjoys pleasing me, lights up at my praise, seeks my guidance and reassurance.
Problem is, when that submissiveness isn’t nurtured and rewarded, but exploited and punished, it turns into bitterness, contempt, and doubt.
Harper might be inexperienced, but she’s also skeptical, acutely aware of red flags. This is a test. She’s asking for the worst of our arrangement up front, while she has a way out.
She told me she’d run. She escaped an asshole once already. This woman has a safety plan and won’t accept a man’s abuse ever again.
I have one chance to do this right, to not scare her into running from me.
Fortunately, I’ve never been a hard Dom, only a soft Dom seeking control and mutual pleasure, no strings attached—until now. Sign a contract, do a scene, get release, and move on.
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy punishment or restraint, as long as it’s pleasurable to my partner, but I’m more about the reward. Never strict with rules, always heavy on the pleasure and light on the pain.
I find great satisfaction in taking care of Harper—easing her anxiety, making her smile, making her come. Tonight will be no different.
“Good girl.” I lift the button-up to reveal her black lace panties. “Comfortable?”
Her gaze meets mine, cautious yet curious. “Yes.”
I smooth a hand over the curve of her ass. She tenses, and goosebumps erupt along her skin.
“Relax, kitten. We can stop at any time. Say ‘stop’ or ‘red,’ and everything ends immediately. No questions asked, no judgment. Understand?”
She releases a heavy exhale and nods.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I understand.”
I slide my palm from the swell of her ass down to her thigh, then back up again. I repeat the same on the other side. “Yellow is pause, slow down, or gentler. You can always tell me what you need. Communication is key.”
“Yellow. Slow down. Got it.” She smiles, a little stiff.
“Green means continue, you’re enjoying it. When I ask, I expect you to be honest with me. I don’t find enjoyment in hurting my partner or being lied to. Understand?”
She nods, more eagerly this time. “Green, yellow, red. I understand.”
“We’ll start with five spankings—nothing harsh. As I said, I get no pleasure from your pain, and this isn’t a punishment. After, if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”
Fuck, the sight of her ass in the air makes me want to reward her right now.
Unable to resist, I trace the edge of her panties with my index finger, following the lace to her center. Her hips shift, and her knees part in silent invitation.
“That’s my girl. Take a deep breath for me.”
She fills her lungs, and I bring my palm down on her right cheek with a slap that echoes in the quiet room. Her pale skin pinks immediately. Her body jolts, and she gasps.
I slip my finger underneath the hem and find her panties already wet. “Color?”
“Green,” she says without hesitation.
I deliver a sharp smack to her other cheek. She whimpers, and her ass lifts off my thighs, an involuntary response to the sting.
“You’re soaked, baby.” I glide my fingers through her slick pussy. “You want these panties off?” They can’t be comfortable.
She raises her hips, her tone nearly a whisper. “Yes, please.”
I guide them down her long legs and toss them to the floor.
“Spread for me, kitten.” I run my palm over the rosy skin where I spanked her. “Show me that pretty pussy.”
She inches her knees apart on the cushions.
“Wider.” I tease her clit with my middle finger. “Let me see what’s mine, baby.”
Her legs open as far as they can on the couch, revealing her glistening pussy, pink and swollen with arousal. My cock jerks and leaks an absurd amount of precum in my boxers.
“So fucking beautiful.” I reward her by circling her clit faster. “I may end up filling your cunt like I filled your throat earlier.” The vulgar words slip past my lips before I can stop them.
Jesus Christ, I lose all control when I’m with her.
She tucks her flushed face into the crook of her elbow and writhes in sync with my touch.
I check in, voice gruff with arousal. “Color?”
“Green—bright green.”
I smile at her description but still demand, “Don’t hide. No reason to be embarrassed, remember? I love how responsive you are to me.”
She turns her head, and her sultry gaze locks with mine, dark and burning with desire.
Fuck. Me.
She wants me, wants this, and I’m supposed to abandon her for months? In Charleston? Close to her husband?
With that aggravating thought in mind, I bring my palm down, harder this time. The satisfying smack goes straight to my aching balls. Her ass jiggles, and a perfect handprint blooms on her skin. Her moan is almost as sharp as the slap.
My fingers never leave her pussy, teasing her clit and entrance but not penetrating. “Such a good fucking girl.” I massage her reddened cheek. “Doing so well for me.”
Her body trembles with adrenaline and anticipation.
I land the fourth slap on the spot where her ass meets her thigh. “Tell me you’re mine, Harper, only mine.”
She cries out and pushes her hips back. “I-I’m yours.”
I thrust two fingers into her tight cunt, and she clenches around them.
“Green, green, so green,” she pants before I even ask.
My cock throbs painfully beneath her, begging to be unleashed. My restraint is hanging on by a frayed thread. I want nothing more than to be buried deep inside her pussy, to fuck her until she’s so full of my cum, she’s dripping it for days. I’m tempted to send her to her husband that way.
“One more,” I growl. “Then I might fuck you right into the couch cushions.”
Crack.