FORTY-FIVE
Nyx
The weekend is upon us, and I've decided to pack my little lamb up and whisk her away for the duration. There's too much to do in getting the club ready to reopen; otherwise, it would be longer. The weather is supposed to stay nice, and I think a little time at the beach will do us good.
So much has happened since Raya re-entered my life, and I want this time with her to renew our relationship.
Yes, she's already agreed to marry me—that was inevitable—and deep down, I knew it was always her.
But after all these years, we need to reacquaint ourselves with one another.
Maybe that's why I never really settled down, because regardless of the pain I felt, I knew that there would never be anybody else for me.
Submissive after submissive tried filling that hole that never seemed to get full, and to be honest, I'm no hardcore Dominant.
I'm one of four owners of a kink club, and I've trained to be a Dom—we all have—but Zilas and I have never really thrown ourselves into the lifestyle.
It's a means to keep women at arm's length.
Adrik and Cray on the other hand—they embrace it, especially Adrik with all his kinks and perversions. To each their own.
My little lamb is a mouthy shit, and I hope she never changes. Although I don't practice the D/s dynamic all the time, I do love punishing her. She needs to answer for a lot, and I plan on catching up on all her transgressions this weekend.
I hear the shower turn off, and I give it about a minute before opening the bathroom door and walking in. Raya is finishing up drying off when her head whips in my direction .
She studies me closely as I slowly prowl toward her. I toss her one of my T-shirts because it covers all the essential parts. Catching it, she examines it and raises an eyebrow.
"Thanks, but I've already picked my clothes out for the day." She tosses it back, only for me to throw it back.
"Put the fucking shirt on, Raya."
Her brows crease, but she pushes her arms through the sleeves and lowers it over her head. "What's wrong?"
"I never said anything was wrong."
"Then why are you acting weird?"
"I'm not."
"O—kay." She glances at the vanity before meeting my stare again. "I was going to ask if you've seen my skincare creams and makeup. They seem to have disappeared."
"I have." I smirk.
"Well, are you going to tell me where they are?"
I shake my head back and forth slowly. Standing before my little lamb, I take in her natural beauty. She doesn't need any of that makeup shit, but she never believes me.
Lifting my hand, I trace her jawline with my finger, reveling in the silkiness of her skin. When it gets to her chin, I tilt her head up and lean in. "I love you," I tell her softly before briefly pressing my lips to hers.
When I pull away, she runs her tongue over her lips as if she's chasing the taste of mine. I notice the subtle movement of Raya squeezing her thighs together, and I smile inwardly.
Once again, she asks, "Why are you acting weird?"
"I'm not. Can't I express my feelings to my fiancé?"
Raya narrows her eyes at me. I'm sure she can see the mirth in my eyes because I can't hide it completely. When she crosses her arms and gives me that sassy look, I lose all control, and I bend over, shouldering her stomach and lifting her off her feet.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" she squeals as I carry her over my shoulder.
"Sorry, no can do, baby. I've got plans for us, and I'm ready to start. Unfortunately, it takes an hour to get there."
"Well, let me get dressed, and we can go. Wait, where are you taking me? Nyx! I'm not wearing any underwear, and my ass is hanging out! "
"Who fucking cares? Let them all see that perfect ass of mine." I reach up and slap it.
"Grr—you're going to pay for this, Beckam!" Her growl is adorable.
"Nah, why would I pay for it when I've been getting it for free all this time?"
"Oh, haha! You're so fucking funny. Seriously, though. Where are you taking me?"
"I'm taking you somewhere private. I plan on making you my dirty little whore for the weekend, and you're going to love every minute of it," I tell her.
"Oh, you think so?" She giggles.
"I know so. I will tie you up if I have to and just have my way with you day in and day out." We make it down the stairs without seeing a soul, but when we get to the bottom, Cray comes around the corner, stopping in his tracks.
He gives a slow whistle. "Damn, Raya! Your ass is fine."
"Whoa." Zilas comes up behind Cray, but he has the decency to turn his head.
"Oh, don't mind me boys. It's just your boy here thinking he's a caveman and not caring who he showcases my hoo-ha to," Raya says dryly.
"It's just your ass, Raya—calm your tits," I tell her.
"Uh, no, it's not, bro." Cray snickers. "She really does have a pretty kitty, Nyx."
I shrug. "Oh well, enjoy it while you can, boys." I salute my two friends and walk out the front door.
"You're truly an ass, Nyx."
"No, wrong animal. I'm a lion, little lamb, and this lion will be devouring his lamb many times over this weekend."
I hear a slight whimper, and being the dick I am, I slip my fingers between her thighs and feel her slickness. Pushing two fingers into her, I finger fuck her until we get to my car, and I set her down in the passenger seat.
She watches as I suck her off my fingers while buckling her safety belt and then kiss her. "Keep those legs open for me, little lamb. I'm not done with you yet."
The drive to the coast has been the most uncomfortable drive ever. I made Raya come twice but refused when she offered to give me road head. As much as I would have loved it, I was not putting her life in danger by having her out of her safety belt just to give me a blow job.
We enter the spacious beach house with its floor-to-ceiling windows facing the private beach.
It belongs to the Gods of Nyte's Hall, but we rarely use it.
Placing our bags by the front door, I quickly check to ensure the water is turned on and the pantry and fridge are stocked.
An elderly couple who lives nearby takes care of the place for us.
Finding everything as I requested, I take the bags to the room I use when I'm here. Raya is taking everything in and has taken it upon herself to get reacquainted with the house. She had come here a few times when we were younger and our parents brought us, but it's been updated since then.
I pour myself a drink and lean against the kitchen island as I watch her look around.
When she stops in the middle of the living room and turns in a circle, our eyes meet, and I beckon her over with my finger.
The ice in my glass clinks as I take a drink, waiting for her to get her little ass over here.
She's teasing me and doesn't realize how much trouble she's already in.
My cock has been hard the whole drive, and now she thinks it's cute that she's playing with me. I'll show her cute when I turn her over my knee and redden that beautiful ass.
Still wearing my shirt, she stands before me with her hands behind her back, acting all innocent. "Did you need something, Sir ?"
I finger the zip tie that's tucked away in my pocket, and I smirk. "You can say that." Using my finger with the hand holding my glass, I make the motion for her to turn, and she obeys. "That's a good girl. Now, stay just as you are."
I toss back the rest of the contents in my glass and set it down on the island. Stepping up behind her, I grab her hands and lower my voice to say, "You're going to be good and take your punishments without giving me any trouble."
She gasps softly as I tighten the zip tie around her wrists. "Nyx—"
"Sir, for the time being," I order her.
"I'm not a submissive, Nyx. You know this." She turns her head to the side, trying to look at me, I'm sure .
"Did I say anything about you being my fucking sub, little lamb?" I pull on her hands, and she stumbles back into me. "This is about you taking the punishments you've earned since arriving. While I dole them out, you are to call me Sir. Is that understood?"
Sliding my hand around her throat, I feel her racing heart.
I bet if I stick my hand between her legs, she'll be soaked.
I don't do that, though. Instead, I step away and order her to go to the couch and wait for me.
She may not consider herself a submissive, but she does make for a great one when she's not sassing off.
Adjusting my throbbing cock, I follow her and sit in the middle of the couch. "Come here, little lamb. Drape yourself over my lap."
Raya narrows her eyes at me but does as she's told with my help. Her head rests on the couch's edge to the left of me, while her feet can still touch the floor to the right of me. I slide the shirt up, presenting her juicy ass, and I run my hands over it, squeezing each cheek.
"This is what's going to happen, little lamb.
Typically, I'd make you count, but you will receive quite a bit today, so I won't make you.
You will ask me to spank you, and you will take every one of them, thanking me once I'm done.
After you've taken them all, you will have a clean slate, and we can enjoy the rest of the weekend. "
"This sure sounds like some D/s bullshit to me— Sir ."
I chuckle. "To an extent, but this is how I do my punishments. Can you honestly say that you don't deserve them?"
"That's beside the point…"
I ignore her and continue, "You may cry if need be. I prefer it because you'll look so pretty."
"Anything else, oh great one ?" Raya's sarcasm just earned her another five on top of the fifty I plan on giving her.
"Yes. Once I've finished, I'm going to fuck you hard and deep, and I'm going to make it hurt. It's going to be about me this first time, so I'll fuck you how I want until I fill my cunt with my kids. If you don't come before I do, you don't come at all. Do you have an issue with that?"
"No…" She says it so softly that I barely even hear it.
"Good. Then, let's begin. You must ask for it, Raya."
I feel her tense before saying, "Please spank me, Sir ."
I can tell her jaw is clenched when she asks, but it doesn't bother me as I deliver the first one.
I have to remind her to relax. Once I feel her do so, I bring my hand down, making the slap resonate through the room.
Raya's body jerks, and she tries twisting herself, so I capture her legs between my thighs.
"You can always say 'Red,' little lamb, but then all will not be forgiven. It's up to you."
"I won't safe word, asshole. It just surprised me, is all." Her mouthy response has me grinning.
"Would you like more added for that mouth of yours?" I ask, amused.
"Fuck you, just get it over with." She's demanding, but I'll let it slide because I want nothing more than to be sliding into my cunt, and I can't do that until I'm done.
I bring my hand down again and again, repeating the slaps on each cheek. Her little grunts soon turn into moans, and I can almost feel her trying to grind on my thigh. I'm gritting my teeth, trying to keep from coming in my fucking cargo shorts.
I pause, so I can look at her ass and debate on whether I can continue. Her skin is a pretty pink after the first twenty-five spankings. Squeezing her cheeks, I jiggle them harshly when she moans in pleasure.
"Don't fucking come yet, little lamb."
"Oh God," she whimpers.
"Spread your legs," I order, loosening my hold on them so she can do so. As soon as she does, my hand comes down and slaps her pussy. "You like that, do you? God, you truly are a little whore for me." I slap her pussy a few more times before going back to her ass.
"Please, Nyx. I need you…"
"You need me to do what? This time, address me properly." I smile when I hear her curse under her breath.
"I need you to fuck me now, Sir. "
"Well, I think I can manage that since you asked so nicely."
I give her the last of her spankings, and without releasing her wrists, I reposition us so I'm standing behind her.
I open my shorts and pull my throbbing length from its confinement.
Her head rests on the couch while her body is bent over, waiting to be used.
Her gorgeous, greedy pussy accepts my girth as it splits her open.
I groan as I sink all the way into her and stop, savoring the feel of her cunt gripping me.
"Fuck, Raya. You feel way too good, baby."
Looking down at her, she looks fucking perfect, with her cheek pressed to the couch and her pretty pinkened ass in the air, waiting for me to own her.
I pull out, then push back in, slowly picking up speed.
I edge her a few times, stopping and slapping her ass each time she's about to come.
When I'm close, I suck on my thumb and slowly push it into her tight little pucker.
"Oh God… I'm coming!" Raya cries out.
This time, I don't stop her. Instead, I grip her hips in a bruising hold, and I fuck her—hard, fast, and deep—until I have her coming again. Her climax rolls right into another one, and I'm a goner. I empty myself deep inside.
"Yes, take it, baby," I coo softly.
All I hear is an exhausted pant from Raya as I finish inside her. My hand runs up her arm and back down, giving her hip a loving squeeze before pulling out. I pick up my shorts that have fallen around my ankles and find the pocket knife I tucked away in the side pocket.
I release her wrists and massage up and down her arms, helping with the circulation and possible stiffness.
Reaching down, I help her to stand and turn her to face me.
For a moment, I get lost gazing into eyes that remind me of melted chocolate.
I can’t stop myself from firmly gripping the back of her neck and taking her lips.
She returns the kiss with the same fervor, stirring my cock all over again.
Slowly, I end the kiss before pulling my head back, but I don't release my hold on her. I'm not ready to mourn the loss of her soft curves against me yet. With my other hand, I push a few strands of her hair away from her eye, and I smile softly.
"I love you, little lamb."
"Thank you for the spankings, and I love you, too." Her eyes never leave mine.
It never gets old hearing Raya say those words to me. They aren't said often, but they don't need to be; I know her love for me. It's the same love I have for her—the love born so many years ago.
The corners of my lips lift higher until my teeth show, and I see the question appear in her eyes.
"What?"
"Rest up, little lamb—that was only the first round."