19. Nineteen
Nineteen
Payton
A insley’s sitting cross-legged, laptop out, fingers typing away as I lounge next to her. I’m answering emails on my phone and providing details when asked as she works since finishing our ridiculous pineapple pizza , as she was sure to point out at every opportunity. She relaxed after realizing I wasn’t going to force her into some sex game during dinner, as much as I teased. She hasn’t been nearly as prickly as I expected, given the amount I’m pushing her tonight. We’re working on establishing her real boundaries, not the ones she uses to keep me out. I need to know what she actually wants, what she’s okay with, what scares her, what thrills her. Her clothes won’t even be coming off with what I have planned.
“That should do it,” she says, her fingers resting on the keyboard, eyes tracking back and forth across the page. “You can read through it to see if it meets your exacting standards.”
I chuckle at the sarcasm in her tone.
“Anything curious happen as you wrote the story?” I can’t help but ask as I take the laptop from her with a mischievous grin.
She rolls her eyes. “Your stupid handiwork was evident weeks ago when I was finishing my story on the Olympus real estate news. I had to take this dumb laptop in for service to have that piece of code removed so I wouldn’t have to deal with your annoying reminder of the favor I’m still repaying.” She glares at me, her eyebrows pinching together. “I can’t believe you fixed my code issue just to put another one on there for me to deal with. It was super inconvenient and really mature of you to create a script that scrolled ' Payton is my favorite person in the world' across my screen every time I typed your name.”
I smile wider, loving that she’s being feisty with me. “Come on, you loved it.”
I reach over and drag my knuckles under her chin, and she grabs my hand, forcing it down between us, not letting it go. Fuck, I love when she does that without even realizing it.
“I didn’t want to make your life harder. I would’ve taken it off for you if you’d asked. No charge and no favors needed.”
“Nothing is free, so even that would’ve had consequences. It’s gone now and I’m watching everything you’re doing this time.” She lets go of my hand and uses two fingers to gesture from her eyes to mine and back as she glares.
I blow her a kiss and return my attention to the screen. I scroll through her story, half tempted to add another quick script to remind her of me this week. I leave her laptop alone in the end because the story she’s written is really fucking good, and I’m more interested in reading it than messing with her computer.
“Ainsley, this is incredible. It reads objectively, but your voice is so strongly intertwined in the writing that it feels literary instead of simply journalistic.”
I pull my eyes away from the screen to glance her way and notice the bright spots of pink in her cheeks as she stares at me with rapt attention while worrying her lower lip with her teeth. Ah, my girl needs her praise, but she’s feeling a bit insecure having me read her work. We’ll fix that right up.
She pushes stray hair behind her ear and looks away from me, caught in a moment of unguarded vulnerability. “It’s okay. But I’ll probably need to do a few more passes to tighten the word count. This is the basis of the story I’ll shop around for publication, though.”
I put her computer on the coffee table in front of us and pull her into my lap. She makes a surprised protest. I want to kiss her fucking stupid for thinking like that so the thought falls right out of her head. I want to grind her hips against me until she comes so many times she forgets her own name, let alone that she’s insecure about her writing ability. At the same time, I want to replace those insecurities with the truth by telling her she’s incredible, she’s so fucking smart, and I love everything she’s written. Instead, I turn her face toward mine with my finger and touch my forehead to hers as I give her my most serious look.
“It’s perfect, just like you. Do whatever you need for the word count but know you’ve already written something that is exactly what it needs to be. I can say the same about you.” I pull back and give her a slow appraisal so she knows I’m appreciating her beauty. “Now that you're done with the article, let’s get you out of your head.” I stand from the couch, keeping her in my arms and relishing the quick way she grabs onto me in shock.
“Put me down or I’ll kick you in the balls,” she threatens, her feet already swinging, looking for parts of me she can make contact with. I keep her cradled in my arms and all parts of me safely out of her reach.
“Relax, Spitfire, I have longer legs, so it’s faster this way. Think of it as your princess treatment.”
I wanted an excuse to scoop her up and have her in my arms like this, protests and all. I walk into my bedroom, but I don’t throw her on the bed like I’m sure she imagined I would. Instead, I place her gently on a padded stool I put here while she was busy writing. A candle is burning on the nightstand, the room filled with the scent of peach from the Broken Wax Co. candle burning on the nightstand. “Play With Me” by Rendezvous At Two is currently playing from the Bluetooth speaker connected to a playlist I made especially for her. Perfect timing for that song as I’m about to show her how I like to play.
I’ve noticed Ainsley gets in her head and refuses to process what’s happening in the moment, spiraling and freaking out over the smallest details instead. I can connect her to her body, have her feeling more and thinking less, remove that feeling of overwhelm, and help her process by controlling what she’s experiencing physically. She’s spiraled tighter lately, as the stories about us have become more frequent, and I feel shitty that I’ve caused that. I want to make her feel good, get her out of that busy brain with something easy, and show her she can trust me. I roll my sleeves up as she fidgets on the seat. This will be how I initiate a scene with her going forward.
“Stay there,” I command, dropping my voice into Dom mode. Her eyes grow wide at the change. She stops moving, her hands gripping the edges of the stool at her hips .
I walk into my closet to grab a few things and when I come back out, she’s still where I put her. Task one is complete. I approach her, winding a silk scarf around my hands, letting it slip through one palm as she watches until I’m directly behind her. I drag the ends of the scarf up each of her arms in turn, noting the changes as she shivers and goosebumps rise in the wake of the cool black silk against her golden skin.
“What are you doing?” she asks shakily.
“You wanted to know what kind of Dom I am. I’m going to show you a little of what I like to do and the kind of pleasure you can get from it.” She has no reply to that bit of information, but the way I like to play, I can’t take her silence as an indication of her acceptance. “Do you want to play, my perfect little cocktease?”
She looks up at me, biting her lip and radiating tension, but there’s a flare of need that lights in her amber eyes, and she nods. “Yes,” she says quietly.
Unfettered joy and desire burst in my chest that she wants this, too. “That’s my girl.”
I walk around the stool again, letting her track my movement with tense anticipation. I nudge her knees apart with my thigh so her legs bracket mine and she has to look up at me. I trail the scarf over her exposed legs while she’s distracted, making her jump.
“We’re playing with sensations. What do you smell, hear, see, feel? Next, we’ll take away one of your senses so you can experience how everything else is heightened.” I drag the scarf up her shoulders to circle her neck. I’d love to run the ends between her gorgeous tits, along the soft skin of her stomach, down her back, but she’s in a big T-shirt and I’m not getting her out of anything tonight, so this will have to do. I slip out from between her thighs and move to her back.
“I’m going to blindfold you. Do you want to know what it feels like to have my hands on you when you don’t know where I’m going to touch next, Princess?” I whisper in her ear.
She shivers again and leans into me. “Maybe.”
“Maybe won’t cut it when we play. Yes or no, like my perfect cocktease.”
“Yes,” she exhales, a hesitant expression still on her gorgeous face despite her affirmation.
“Good girl. When I check in, I need you to let me know how you’re doing. Red means stop immediately. Yellow means change what you’re doing now or we’ll have to stop. Green means you’re enjoying yourself. Do you understand?”
She nods, blinking quickly as she takes it all in while willingly letting me guide her like this. Fuck yes. I’ve only dreamed she’d let me do this. To have it happening makes me ecstatic.
“What are you going to do?”
I hold the black scarf in front of her. “You’re not supposed to know in this game, but you’ll enjoy it. Close your eyes and tell me if this is too tight.” I bring the scarf to her face and wait for a nod to allow me to cover her eyes. I run my fingers along the edges, checking the tension, satisfied it shouldn’t hurt her, but significantly reduces her ability to see what’s happening. “How are you doing, Princess?” I ask, checking on her comfort as well as her ability to follow directions.
“Green,” she says after some hesitation.
“That’s right, you’re already so good at this,” I tell her, running my fingers lightly along her neck with my praise.
She relaxes by a degree, her head following the path my hand takes as I drag it along her arm. She’s curious as I expected but not able to relinquish her control, still wanting to anticipate the next move. She’s wound so tight and just needs to let go, to surrender to the sensations and let me ground her here, show her she’s safe, that she can shut her brain off and nothing bad will come of it, that she can actually relax and enjoy herself. I pull my fingers away and watch as she straightens in anticipation, unsure where the next touch will come from. I open a box on the dresser next to us.
“Open your mouth,” I command, popping in her reward when she does.
“Did you just give me candy?”
“Taste is another sensation we’re playing with. You earned it by following directions like a good girl.”
“What was that? It’s good.”
I smile, watching as her pretty mouth sucks on the treat. I knew she’d like it because we both love peach pie, and this is one of my favorite sweets. “Peach Sour Patch candy.” I also have a box of chocolates to reward her with to change things up.
I play with her like this, alternating using my hands, a feather, and a spiky metal Wartenberg wheel until a thin sheen of sweat coats her forehead, knowing I have her endorphins flowing with the anticipation of what sensation to expect next. The music, the scented candle, and the chocolate and candy I feed her keep her other senses overwhelmed in the best way. I reach into my pocket for my next toy, slipping it onto my fingers before I run it lightly along her thigh. She jumps at the feel of the thin metal claws, so different from the soft pads of my fingers or the feather, and different from the rolling motion of the wheel.
“What’s that?” Her hands are already reaching to feel where the claws were before her question is even finished. She can’t stop reaching out for the tools, her hands searching and looking for me, trying to figure out what I’m doing throughout the session, and she won’t fully let go because of it. It’s time to try something new.
I capture her wrists with my hands and lean into her ear, my voice taking on a disappointed tone. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me play, or do I need to bind your hands so you keep them to yourself?”
“I’ll be good,” she says, pulling against my grip like I’ll let her go that easily. I chuckle at the words.
“Bullshit, Princess, it’s cute you think you could. Be honest. You’re my feisty little cockwhore with a sassy fucking mouth. Be that all you want, baby. I’ll work with whatever you give me, and I can’t wait to see you tied up for bratting too hard and tempting the consequences.”
Her lips tip down like she’s considering the pros and cons of that end. Her shoulders straighten and she turns toward my voice. “Tie me up, then, you arrogant asshole. I won't be able to stop reaching for you otherwise.”
Jesus. Fuck. My cock swells and I swallow down the building desire with that perfect retort from her smart fucking mouth I want to fill so badly. She’s so goddamn adorable, ready to tease and provoke during a game she doesn’t even know all the rules to. My adrenaline surges, my heart racing with excitement at her willingness to play with me. This is better than I could’ve imagined. She’s already everything I want.
“Take off my belt,” I command, bringing her hands to my hips so she can feel her way to the task I’ve given her.
Her hands glide along the leather, fingers trailing against my stomach, making my abs contract. Fuck, her touching me feels good, even like this. She finds the buckle and pulls, fumbling as I work to stay still. She frees the belt with some tugging and holds it out. I take it, cupping her face and running my thumb along her cheek just under the blindfold before I return to my task .
“Put your wrists out in front of you.”
She puts her arms out like she’s made for this.
I slide the end of the belt through the buckle to create a loop and slip it onto her wrist before creating a second loop for her other hand. I double the tail around and pull it through the buckle. Her wrists are bound but not in a way that will cut off circulation or keep her from moving, but the idea that she’s restrained is enough to have her chest rising and falling faster. It’s perfect for switching her brain off and letting me take over.
I take a step back and stare at her, looking like my fun-sized bondage dream. She’s blindfolded, my belt wrapped around her wrists, willingly waiting for me to touch her. I hold back the groan of pleasure working through me and return my attention to pleasing her.
The next time I drag the claws over her skin, it’s along her inner thigh. She jumps and lets out a breathy moan that surprises her. She’s shaking her head when I look up. I smile, not at all convinced she’s not enjoying the shit out of this, too.
“How’re you doing, Princess?” I need her answer when she’s in this heightened state of anticipation and arousal. If she’s uncomfortable, we’ll stop now. I continue running the claws along her legs while I wait for her response and she shivers.
“Very green,” she says quickly, her knees moving apart as she shifts her bare feet on the stool rungs.
Fuck. Yes.
“Does my cumslut like being blindfolded, tied up, and scratched all over her beautiful skin?” I ask in a teasing tone, taking stock of the thin red lines crossing her exposed skin. They’re superficial, only from pressure, but I love seeing her marked anyway. She looks like…mine. That’s a little more real than I expected to be thinking right now. I fucking like it.
“Something like that,” she says, her tone breathy but still holding a note of sass that tells me she’s not sufficiently in line with me and still fighting to remain in control. I smile and want to kiss her smart mouth.
“There’s my little brat. Do I need to spank it out of you so you can enjoy the rest of this session?” I tease.
The visible shiver that runs through her is beautiful. Her chin lifts and she turns her face toward my voice. “Yes.”
I drop to my knees in front of her and rest my face on her thighs, my arms circling her hips and holding her to me as I shut my eyes in ecstasy at that one word spoken so confidently. Her bound wrists tentatively settle over my head, fingers threading into my hair and pulling gently. I groan into her legs at the contact, needing more. Needing everything she could possibly give me. Yet she’s already given me so much in this one session that I never expected from her.
Her trust is so fucking sexy. She barely has enough for me outside of this situation to have a normal conversation where she isn’t using her prickly words and put-downs to keep me away. Yet here she is, far more vulnerable, giving up control in a way that allows me to take care of her every need, whether or not she realizes it. My heart pounds as I drop kisses down to her knee reverently.
I rise to my feet, take her hands, and walk her to the bed. I sit on the edge and direct her over my lap, stretching out her bound wrists onto the mattress in front of her for balance. I rub my palm along her back and she arches into the touch, pressing her hips up as I get lower. She’s already primed for this. This is her first spanking. I want something with an intimate connection to monitor how she’s doing easily. I’ll feel everything she does with her body on mine like this.
“Is this okay?” I ask once she’s positioned, her ass temptingly in the air, waiting for what she asked for in such a cavalier manner.
“Yes,” she says, wiggling her ass, teasing me with the way her hips move over my lap.
“You remember what to say if you want me to change what I’m doing or stop?”
“Of fucking course I do,” she says with more attitude, turning her face to rest on her arms.
I laugh, the sound dark and ready to tame the bratty attitude right out of her. “How long will it take to have you begging me to stop? Will you promise to be a good girl after one, or will you be stubborn and hold out through more?” I rest a hand in the middle of her back to keep her on my lap once we start.
She opens her mouth like she’s going to answer, but I bring my open palm down on her ass and she lets out a cry of surprise, jolting up onto her elbows, her whole body going rigid before she settles under the hand I have holding her in place.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she grits out between clenched teeth.
This earns her another slap on the opposite cheek, quickly followed by a third right in the middle. She squirms across my lap with each one.
“You’ll be nicer to me before this is finished, won’t you, Princess?”
“Not a chance, motherfucker.” She seethes, her face red from the exertion of holding herself together through the bursts of pain.
“Do you feel what your mean words do to me, Princess?” I growl as she writhes over my rock-hard cock. I’m loving every minute of this. So is she. My eyes are focused on the apex of her thighs. She’s soaking her panties and her tight pink shorts.
“You’re the fucking worst.”
I bring my hand down twice more, biting my lip as her wiggles turn into thrusts, seeking friction against me, her noises of pain sounding more like pleasure. I’m pulling my strength, letting this be more of a lesson than a punishment, inflicting the least amount of pain I can while still letting her feel the sting of my palm as I continue to alternate sides.
At ten, I pause and watch as she writhes, my chest heaving with the exertion of holding back and keeping her still. “Have you had enough yet? Ready to stop? You can tell me you’ll be a good girl or call out red anytime you want, Princess.” I can barely keep from groaning with her every time she grinds her hips into me. It’s exquisite torture.
“Don’t you fucking stop now,” she pants, and I smile in triumph. My girl wants this as badly as I do. I’m going to make her feel so fucking good.
She’s rocking against my lap with each swat, grinding down against my cock instead of flinching away, and I know she’s getting close to release by the way her hands curl into the mattress and her knees push off the bed for more pressure. She’s so far gone, she just needs a little push, and I’m right there with her, feeling every movement.
“Come for me, you gorgeous little slut. I want to hear my filthy cockwhore scream,” I growl, slapping her ass harder this time, watching as she tips over the brink.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moans, her blindfolded face thrashing. She’s enthralling and I’m lost to her. She owns me now. She silences her cries by biting her arm, thighs quivering where they rest over my leg. She’s a sight to behold, flushed and sweaty, writhing against me in pleasure, fully free of the strict control she normally holds over herself. She’s more beautiful than ever.
I soothe her ass with soft circles as she comes down from her release, her back rising quickly with each breath, syncing with mine. It’s euphoric to be this in tune, to have felt everything right along with her, and to have released at the same time she did, even if it means I finished in my pants like a fucking inexperienced kid. It’s worth it to have this moment with her.
I pick her up and hold her to my chest where she curls into my arms as naturally as if this is what we do all the time. I free her wrists before moving to sit against the headboard, running my hands gently along her arms and legs. She’s even resting her head against my chest, her hands on my neck, holding me back, while fully relaxed in my arms. I take my fill of this trust until she’s breathing evenly. I don’t want to change her trusting mood, but I have to take the blindfold off and bring her down from the floaty place she went to on the back of the endorphins she’s riding coupled with the fun orgasm she had.
When I uncover her eyes, she blinks at me blearily, a look on her face I’ve yet to see. She’s calm, and, damn, I think she’s completely unguarded. I brush hair off her face and smooth my hand to the back of her neck, kneading her muscles to keep her that way.
“Did you enjoy that, Princess?”
She stares dreamily. “Mmmhmm. I didn’t expect to like it, but…” She pauses, her flushed cheeks darkening.
“You came really fucking hard from being spanked and you liked it despite the initial pain,” I supply for her. “It’s not bad to enjoy something like that. If it brings you pleasure, makes you happy, or gives you any measure of joy, don’t feel even an ounce of shame.”
I reach over to the side of the bed and grab a piece of chocolate, then hold it up to her mouth until she lets me feed her from my fingers like I’ve been doing, but now she can see me doing it, which makes her uneasy. My unguarded Ainsley of minutes ago has gone back to her citadel of solitude and slammed the gate shut on me again. At least she’s still in my lap, letting me provide her with the necessary aftercare to deal with her first impact session. The sensation play I wasn’t worried about, but spanking her until I’m sure her ass is cherry-red and may be bruised tomorrow is another.
Good thing I’m patient and focused on making sure she gets everything she needs.
“Come with me to the coast this weekend.”
Her eyes focus sharply. “Why would I go anywhere with you for a weekend?”
She’s probably terrified to spend that much time alone with me. She wouldn’t be able to fight whatever reaction she has if she’s around me for days on end, which is exactly the point.
“I spend a lot of weekends on the coast, so it’s only natural my girlfriend would come with me,” I clarify, my smile wicked, seeing her unease, knowing where it stems from. “I have a boat. It has lots of space. I need the ocean air, and you need to be with me.”
She gives me a withering look. “ I need to?”
“We need to feed the rumors and see how far we want to take this. I also need to get you comfortable with what we can do together.” I need more of her just like this, pliant and relaxed in my arms.
A shiver of anticipation runs through her and I smile, knowing I’ve won.