Chapter Fifteen
FUN WITH DICK AND LEXIE
Lexie leaned on the open windowsill and looked down at Joe from the upstairs bedroom. He was such a hunk, she’d never grow bored watching him.
He put his foot on the shovel in his hands and pushed down. Hefting a large scoop of sod and dirt, he tossed it onto the growing pile. After three weeks, Joe worked on the last leaking pipe. After he shoveled the dirt back to fill the hole, the plumbing would be complete. Their mutually beneficial bargain had given them everything they’d hoped for and much more. Joe had his loan and his business thrived. Lexie’s B&B would be ready for final inspection in a month, thanks to Joe’s extra help on things besides her pipes.
“Joe,” she called from the upstairs window. “You look hot. Perhaps you might be more comfortable working with your shirt off.”
He laughed and put the shovel down. “You want to watch me work without a shirt on…admit it.” Joe shielded the sun from his eyes with his hand and looked up at her. “You will probably suggest I take my pants off next.” He crossed his arms and waited.
“Come on. It’s sweltering out, and you look all hot and bothered.”
“You want bothered? I can do that.”
“No, Joe. I can see you have work to do. I’m just suggesting you take your shirt off.” And then your pants. And then…
“If you’re so concerned, I think the proper thing for the lady of the house to do is ask whether I might like a glass of something cold to drink. Or you might even offer a dip in the lake, clothing optional once it’s dark out.” He smirked at her.
Lexie laughed. Through the open window she yelled, “So, I just want to be clear, is Joe the Plumber requesting some cold water?”
Joe chuckled. “You do like to push my buttons, don’t you, sexy Lexie Librarian.”
“Well, do you want some water or not?”
“Sure. That would be nice…and the swim later, too.” He wiped his brow before picking up the shovel to continue lofting dirt into the large hole in the ground. Joe bent over and Lexie held her breath, all those bulging muscles as he lifted a heavy load, that tight ass, those powerful thighs. Yum!
Lexie turned away from the enticing view and went downstairs.
Even more than their official deal, working on their secret pleasure bargain had become the highlight of her day. Lexie and Joe experimented playing “kinky plumber” in and out of the bedroom. Besides discovering new uses for plumbing tools, teasing each other was also a favorite game. Lexie had waited patiently for the chance to give Joe a little payback for spraying her with water in the kitchen, and this sweltering autumn day offered the perfect opportunity to get even. Joe certainly never hesitated to grab the upper hand each time he tied her up and used his tools on her.
Lexie emerged from the house where Joe couldn’t see her and picked up the garden hose. She turned on the spigot and quietly crept to the corner to peer around it. His back was turned toward her. After taking a deep breath to mentally prepare herself, Lexie leapt forward, dragging the hose behind her.
When she got within a few feet of him, she called loudly, “Joe, here’s that drink you wanted.” She squeezed the nozzle and aimed a jet of water straight at him.
He turned toward her and got an icy spray on his chest and face.
“Ahggh,” he gurgled, raising his arm to shield himself and turning away. “Lexie! I’m soaking wet.”
She released the nozzle and jumped back as Joe took a step toward her.
“But, Joe. Didn’t you ask for some nice cold water?”
He stood scowling at her, water dripping off his hair. His wet T-shirt, plastered to his chest, displayed every chiseled curve of his six-pack abs. His incredible good looks never failed to stop her in her tracks.
Slowly, Joe’s expression altered from scowl to amusement to mischief. He grinned wickedly at Lexie, keeping his eyes on her while he slowly peeled his soaked shirt off his upper body and casually dropped it to the ground. He stood there proudly, his moist skin glistening in the afternoon sun, letting Lexie enjoy the view. Her eyes roamed all over his hunky chest…and traveled lower.
“Like what you see?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“Mm-hmm.” Lexie’s eyes were on the noticeable bulge growing in his jeans. “Joe the Plumber looks mighty fine.” The bulge got bigger. “And mighty big.”
“Sexy Lexie, I have made it perfectly clear that I don’t particularly like that nickname and yet…” He gave her a mock glare. “And yet, you continue to torment me with it. This is simply not acceptable.” Joe grinned from ear to ear as he took a step toward her.
Lexie backed up and aimed the nozzle at him.
Joe stared her down. “Add to that the fact that you sprayed me with ice-cold water…this simply will not do.”
He took another step toward her, and again Lexie backed up, but he’d trapped her in a corner. “And to think that you, my sweet sexy Lexie Librarian, would attack a hard-working man doing grueling work in the hot sun just to service your own pipes.”
“Yes, well, right now you’re not laying any kind of pipe.”
Joe laughed. “That can be easily remedied, after we deal with your inappropriate behavior.” He moved a little closer.
“Don’t take another step,” she challenged.
He took another step.
“I’m warning you.” Lexie raised the nozzle to aim it straight at his chest, backing up a little more.
Joe jumped forward, and she squeezed the nozzle, water erupting.
With lightning speed, he lunged straight into the spray and grabbed her torso. Raising her up, he tossed her over his shoulder as the hose fell from her hands. Laughing, Lexie squirmed and fought.
“Put me down,” she squealed as Joe turned to walk toward the front door. “What will the neighbors think if they see you carrying me around like this?”
“I thought you were a prideful woman, Lexie. Perhaps I was wrong?” He sounded oddly formal. “If you don’t stop fighting me, I’ll be forced to take you over my knee right here and—”
“You can’t be serious?” cried Lexie louder. “I thought you’d just spray me too and we’d call it even. Maybe jump in the lake afterward.”
Joe walked on, not saying anything.
As she bounced along, hanging over his shoulder, something about what he said sounded alarm bells. Where have I heard that before?
“Come on, Joe. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t do that again.”
Joe walked around to the front door of the house.
Lexie tried to twist out of his hands, and he swatted her backside. Like before, it startled her into silence, but didn’t really hurt. Draped over his shoulder, his hand gripping her backside, Lexie pressed against his wet torso and realized how thoroughly she’d drenched him. While a tiny flutter of guilt registered, she also couldn’t stop the tickle of success spreading her mouth into a gleeful smirk. Lexie was grateful he couldn’t see her face.
But his continued silence niggled. How mad had she made him?
Adopting a most sincere tone, she beseeched, “I mean it, Joe… I’m really sorry I sprayed you. That was wrong of me. And, I won’t tease you with that nickname anymore.” Adding an edge of responsible librarian authority, she urged, “Now. Please put me down.”
“Cease talking,” he commanded. “I do not relish disciplining you, but I must ensure your correct behavior.”
Lexie suddenly recognized the words…the scene.
“Joe?” she queried as he opened the front door and stooped a little to enter. “Did you read the book?”
“I read lots of books.” He proceeded up the stairs to their bedroom and stopped but didn’t let her down.
Joe’s amusement whenever he caught her enjoying her erotic novels always made her blush. “Um…you know, the one I was reading the day we met.”
“Refresh my memory,” Joe goaded as he lightly caressed her backside.
Lexie was getting dizzy hanging upside down, the blood rushing to her head, and her mortification escalated. He really was going to make her say the title out loud, before he’d let her down.
“The Time-Traveling Slave Girl of Ancient Rome,” she wheezed, finding herself also out of breath from bouncing upside down. “Did you read the entire book?”
“A fascinating story. Illuminating you might say.” He sounded amused and Lexie blushed. “One might even say it was a how-to manual for the management of troublesome females.”
“Ha, ha,” she retorted. “Okay. You’ve had your fun. You can put me down now.”
And he did.
In one swift motion, Joe sat down on the bed and flipped her over to land face down on his lap. Lexie shrieked in surprise and tried to wriggle off. Clearly, he’d paid attention to the instructions laid out in the erotic novel, locking her in place with her own hair as his other hand pressed down on her lower back.
“How many was it?” he mused, sounding like he was having a great time. “Oh yeah, thirty swats.” He raised his hand.
“No. It wasn’t that many!” Lexie screeched. “I don’t remember exactly, but it wasn’t that many.”
“Sure. Then how many do you think would be appropriate for soaking me…for spraying me directly in the face?” he asked, sounding infinitely reasonable.
“I don’t know. Not thirty.”
“Twenty then, or give me a number.”
Lexie froze, her mind in turmoil. How had it come to this? Joe had deftly maneuvered her into making a bizarre choice—rather than discussing the appropriateness of spanking a grown woman over his lap, she must choose whether to accept twenty spankings or bargain for a lesser number.
“Twenty it is.” Joe raised his hand again.
“Ten,” she yelled. “Ten seems fair.”
“Nothing less than fifteen is appropriate…or twenty.”
“Joe, stop!”
His hand raised in preparation, and Lexie yelped, “Fifteen. Please go with fifteen, my sir. Mister, Master, I mean.”
Joe laughed, big belly ones, but never loosened his hold on her. “I think you read too many naughty novels to keep it all straight.”
That made Lexie think of another possibility. “Master, wait…um…don’t you have needs that are more paramount?” she asked, throwing the plot back at him.
Joe’s huge erection pressed into her stomach, and she squirmed seductively across the bulge. His lust always thrilled her. This whole silly game thrilled her. She wriggled again on purpose, and he groaned, quickly lowering his hand to still her movements.
Having gained a reprieve, Lexie attempted to take control of the situation. In the most enticing tone she could muster, she offered, “Let me…ah…service your needs, my, um, handsome Master.”
Joe laughed. “Nice try, but I take my responsibilities very seriously. I’ll put your need for corrective discipline above my own bodily needs.”
“How truly altruistic.” She let the sarcasm fly. “Go ahead and get it over with then.” Lexie wished she’d worn more than thin shorts today. Coveralls would have provided more protection.
But Joe suddenly grabbed her shorts and jerked them right off her hips to hang at her knees. Her panties went next.
“Wait. What did you do?”
Joe chuckled. “I took your shorts off.”
“I know that,” she retorted. “But that wasn’t part of the deal.”
“What deal? I’m pretty sure the heroine in your story was as bare-assed as you are now.” She squirmed, trying to reclaim her shorts, but Joe easily pulled them off her legs and tossed them out of reach.
Lexie hung down, panting and doubly mortified. She didn’t know why, but having her ass cheeks buck-naked for him to touch, spank, and watch turn rosy red felt so much smuttier. So much more erotic. Not to mention it would surely hurt tons more. Lexie whimpered.
It would start soon. She steeled herself for something. Pain—or would it feel like pleasure? Deep down she acknowledged a secret, naughty yearning to find out.
“Lexie. You’re certain about this?”
Joe was giving her an out, but Lexie didn’t take it. She loved playing erotic games with him. “Yep, I mean…I’m your slave to punish as you see fit…Master.” She drawled it out, sounding simultaneously half sincere and half mocking.
“You betcha,” he said a bit too eagerly. “Um, let me know if I’m too hard. I’ve never really done this before.”
There was boyish excitement in his voice and it fueled hers. She nodded…and waited.
And waited.
“Um…Joe?” Lexie twisted up to look at him. Why wasn’t he starting?
“Quiet, slave.”
And still nothing.
Lexie fidgeted, unease fueling her blood with adrenaline. She grew more anxious, her slight fear of the unknown escalating. Her “master” was doing this on purpose, drawing out the suspense, but the knowledge didn’t calm her. Lexie squirmed and twitched—wanting it to begin, thinking maybe she didn’t want it to begin at all.
He raised his hand, and Lexie froze, her breath catching.
Now. It would finally start. She tensed…waiting.
Please. Oh, please, she begged silently. Unthinkingly.
The sound of deep male laughter rang through the room. Startled, Lexie realized she’d pleaded out loud. She opened her mouth to retort something scathing, something to put him in his…
Smack!
“Ow.” Lexie yelped and jerked at the surprisingly sharp slap. It didn’t really hurt, not that badly, but ultimately the much-anticipated spanking had caught her off guard.
Joe began to spank her with precise earnestness.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Lexie lurched after each one, her buttocks reacting on their own to shake and clench.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
While her disciplinarian alternated cheeks with each swat, he seemed to be taking special care to hit the exact same spot each time, ensuring maximum discomfort. Lexie twitched and jerked as the smarting increased under the rapid-fire barrage that seemed to go on and on.
Suddenly, it stopped and a cool hand settled gently onto one of her burning cheeks. Was Joe taking a break or was he done? For a moment he sat there, annoyingly calm and breathing normal, while she panted and writhed in a shuddering dance of distress.
“So pretty,” he purred, sounding utterly pleased with the burning handiwork he traced with a finger.
Lexie snapped her mouth shut against a nasty retort that would surely earn her more discipline.
“Only three left,” he added. “Do you want me to stop?”
Draped over his rock-hard thighs, feeling his juddering cock pulsing into her belly, she tried to catch her breath. And tried to understand what she was feeling. This strange new sensation—an erotic mix of pain and pleasure. It robbed her ability to think clearly, but left her desperate with kinky desire. Hot, throbbing desire that matched the burning heat on her ass.
Joe slid a hand down between her thighs. A single questing finger caressed her clit, and she moaned loudly, twitching anew to the pleasure. She opened her legs wider, making it easier for him to reach her. She was soaking wet, his finger sliding effortlessly inside her, and Lexie bucked into him, wanting more.
Joe chuckled.
Without warning, he pulled his finger from her body, tightened his hold on her hair, and spanked her again. Considerably harder than before.
“Ouch!” It really hurt this time.
“Three,” he counted, and slapped her again, forcefully.
Shit. Her buttocks tightened in response to the spreading fire. She would tell him to stop. It was enough already.
“Two.”
“Ow, ow, ow,” she cried. More than enough. She opened her mouth…
“You’re incredible,” murmured Joe. “I’m amazed at you. And at myself, that I find this so…exciting.” The wonder and delight was apparent in his voice.
Lexie’s mouth shut on his praise. It made her feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world.
She could endure one more.
His thighs and body tensed. Joe slowly pulled back his hand as if putting all his strength into the last one, as if he might never get another chance to do this.
Smack.
“No more.” Lexie couldn’t stop herself from howling, “Please, no more!”
“All done,” he replied, sounding quite accommodating and quite happy.
Lexie hung over his legs like a limp, worn-out ragdoll. Joe’s hand, the same one that had inflicted torment, now soothed, giving solace with gentle caresses. However, the tingle of need was not located on her ass. She opened her thighs, and Joe took the hint. He slid his hand down and caressed her wet folds, groaning, his jutting arousal pulsing to the beat of his fingers teasing her.
“I need you,” he whispered hoarsely, and a strange triumph filled her soul. Now he was her slave, desperate to be inside her. Even hanging over him, his hand still gripping her hair, Lexie understood that she now held the power, at least for the moment. Strangely, it made her feel closer to Joe, knowing that in their relationship there would be give and take.
“Please,” he moaned.
“Yes.” One breathy word, and instantly Joe lifted her up with his strong arms and laid her down on the bed.
As he paused to undress, Lexie urged, “Now! I want you right now.”
Never before had such raging lust stormed within her. Even a few seconds’ wait would be too long. Lexie reached for him, frantically pulling at his arms. Joe lunged onto the bed, after only taking the time to yank his jeans partly down. His shaft jerked free, stiff, and thick. He threw himself over her as she spread her legs apart and raised her pelvis.
Joe grabbed his dick and thrust it home, and Lexie cried out joyfully. And they were joined together in a ritual dance as old as time. They moved as one, their pulsing bodies slick with sweat and hot with need. Their eyes met and locked, and she saw admiration shining in his. Lost in sensation, they rutted quietly, the slide of his thick shaft pulling out and gliding back along her wet folds driving them both crazy.
Together, they increased the tempo, feeding off each other, urging each other to race faster. As one, they sought hotter friction, a deeper connection—touching, kissing, bucking—until finally Lexie arched and cried out, euphoria just a second away. Joe plunged deep one last time, a guttural groan of pleasure erupting from his center, and together they crossed to the other side of rapture. A current of passion carried them even farther, until slowly they floated down from their mutual high.
Joe and Lexie held tightly to each other, until their breath eased, and he pulled out to lie down beside her.
Curling up next to him, she sighed happily.
“Liked it, did you?” Joe chuckled quietly before pulling her even closer.
“And if I said I did?” Lexie angled her face, wanting to see his reaction.
Joe smiled tenderly.
“I would ask you to tell me what other dirty books I should read next.”
Lexie laughed, a bright, happy, musical sound, until Joe stopped her with a kiss, a melting meeting of mouths—and minds—that promised more fun and games to come.
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