Lauren
From the sound of his voice, I didn’t think he actually meant talk as in exchange words in an open form of communication. The hard slap he delivered to my ass when I tried to buck off his shoulder explained pretty well what his idea of talk was going to mean.
“I wasn’t being bratty.” I swung my fists at his back, but he didn’t seem to notice as he never even broke stride as he marched up the stairs to the second floor.
“Oh, I think you were. At least a little. Maybe you didn’t believe me. Maybe you wanted to see what happens to naughty girls.”
“Why didn’t you want to see me when you went away? Why did you just drop me like that?” I asked. His shoulder dug into my stomach; I needed a distraction if I weren’t going to lose what little pizza I had just eaten.
A door banged as he kicked it open and I closed my eyes as he tossed me onto the bed. I bounced before I caught myself and braced my body against my elbows.
“You want to know everything, but you haven’t given me shit,” I yelled up at him.
“There’s that potty mouth again.” He folded the belt in his hand, not looking disgruntled at all.
“Your belt.” I nodded at him. I couldn’t explain it, but the sight of him standing there, his muscles tense beneath the t-shirt, his determined eyes set on me, and the thick black leather belt in his hands, didn’t frighten me. If anything, I could feel my body reacting to him, my panties started to dampen the longer I stared at the leather strap.
“You are going to come around the bed, bend over and present that sexy ass to me for your spanking. You’ll take five good licks of this belt, apologize for being mouthy, and then you’ll get a reward for being a good girl. Once we are done with all of that, if you do everything you’re told, you’ll get your damn answers.”
“How is what you’re doing any different than what my stepdad did?” I swallowed hard. One definite difference could be evidenced in my panties. The longer he stared at me like that, with the hunger and control, the wetter I became. The more I wanted to submit to his will.
“You didn’t have a choice with that asshole. He didn’t care about you. He only wanted to hurt you. I’m going to discipline you, put you in your place so we can get on to the rewarding part. But your mouth has written a few checks and it’s time to cash them.”
“I choose not to have a belting.”
He smiled. “Cute. But no, you’re getting your spanking, naughty girl. By choice I mean you can choose to be good and get lots of rewards, or you can choose to be a bad girl and take your spankings. That’s your choice. Although, I suppose you could choose not to take your spanking, but then you are also choosing not to get your reward—and you won’t get your reward until you take your spanking.”
All his code talk and repeating the word spanking had my mind twirling and unable to catch up. “What’s my reward?” I asked before I thought better of it.
“Your orgasm. You won’t have another one until you’ve taken your punishment.” He might as well have stroked my clit with the way his words affected my body. My pussy clenched and my nipples hardened under my shirt. “And if you’re thinking you’ll just give yourself one, remember you said you’re mine…which means you can’t touch that pussy unless I give the okay.”
I hadn’t read that fine print down in the kitchen, but damn if the idea didn’t send my juices flower even faster.
“So you choose.” He took a few steps back until he reached the chest against the wall. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against it, taking an entirely too casual stance. Didn’t he understand what he was asking me to do? To subject myself to a spanking like an errant child? Had I really been a brat to him? Had I pushed him on purpose to see if he would actually spank me?
Dammit.
“Fine,” I huffed, and climbed back over the bed, turning around and sliding off, keeping my back to him. I didn’t want to see the satisfied look on his face at his win. I bent over, pressing my body against his mattress, taking in the smell of his comforter.
He laughed softly from behind me. “Take off your pants and your panties, Lauren. Then spread your legs so your feet are shoulder length apart.”
Didn’t he understand how humiliating it was already to subject myself to his Neanderthal punishment? He needed to add to it by making me strip for him? If I positioned myself the way he described, there would be no way he wouldn’t see how wet I was, how much I wanted him to touch me.
“Lauren, I can help you, but I’d have to add two lashes for disobedience.” He didn’t sound as though he would mind all that much.
I pushed all the air out of my lungs and went to work on doing what he said. I didn’t look at him, though; no, he could just keep his eyes on my back, or my ass. Using the heel of my foot I took off my shoes and pushed them to the side. I slipped out of my jeans and tossed them on the floor. I pushed my panties down to my ankles and kicked them on top of my jeans. I could already feel the heat in my cheeks just from knowing he could see me, would know in just a minute how much his horrible behavior turned me on.
I walked my feet outward until my legs were spread to his specifications, then bent over the damn bed again. I gripped the comforter and buried my face in it. If the spanking didn’t kill me, the mortification of that moment surely would.
The floor boards creaked beneath his boots as he stepped to me. A featherlike touch made contact with my upturned bottom. He dragged his fingertips along my smooth backside. “Such a nice ass. Smooth and creamy white. Perfect.” He gripped my cheek hard in his palm, his fingernails dug into my flesh just enough to get a reaction from me. “Keep your head up, Lauren,” he said when he released me and walked to the other side of me. “You’ve never been spanked before, and normally I’d warm your ass up before taking a belt to it, but I need this to drive home what I expect from you. I expect honesty. I expect straight answers when I ask a question. I expect a respectful tone. I expect obedience, and I expect you not to hide anything from me.”
The last statement caught me off guard. I looked at him over my shoulder then. I needed to see his face, to see if he knew something. Nothing. His eyes were on my ass, watching his fingers trail down toward the curve of my cheeks. “Are you ready?”
Of course I wasn’t. “Yes.” I nodded and looked forward again. It was at that moment I realized his blinds weren’t closed. I could see him in the reflection of the glass against the darkened night. He didn’t look down at me with a menacing grin; he looked almost pained as he brought the belt back. My eyes clenched shut when I saw his arm move forward.
Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the searing fire that lit up across my ass when the belt landed against both of my cheeks. I screamed and scramble up onto the bed, covering my ass with my hands. He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and irritation.
“Get back in position, Lauren. Now, or that one won’t count.”
Tears burned my eyes, but I managed to scramble back into position. I wondered again what the hell was wrong with me, complying with him.
“Now, tell me the first thing I expect from you.”
I bit my lip. My ass burned already, and I had four more lashes to go. “You expect honesty,” I muttered, and just as I finished, the belt landed again, just below the first lash. I yelled out again, but managed to stay put. My fingers dug into the comforter and the tears spilled down my cheeks. “You expect straight answers when you ask me a question.” I tried to clench my ass, but with my legs spread it wasn’t as easy to manage and the belt landed again, inciting another fire in a new part of my skin. “You expect a respectful tone.” I gulped in a deep breath, readying myself for the fourth blow. I didn’t have to wait long, the crack of the leather against my ass filled the room but didn’t compete with my grunted curse.
“Language.” He warned with a soft slap of his hand against my thigh.
Language? Every sentence he uttered was laced with curse words, but I couldn’t let one slip while he set my ass on fire?
“What’s the next thing I expect, Lauren?” His hand ran over the last lash of the belt, the cool touch of his fingers only made the sting more apparent.
“You expect obedience.” My throat felt raw as I said the words. He never knew me as a rebel; to his memory, I walked the straight and narrow. Never got into trouble, stayed the course when things got rocky. Only once did I walk out of my little box, and that one time had been enough to assure myself I’d never do it again. But I knew Michael wasn’t talking about that. He was talking about complete obedience.
The last lash of the belt landed just below my ass at the top of my thighs, bringing with it a more intense burn that sent me scrambling up the bed again.
He reached for me and took me off the bed, guiding my face into his chest and pinning my hands behind me. His belt clambered on the floor when he dropped it. “Last expectation,” he whispered into my hair just before her placed a soft kiss to my head.
“You expect me not to hide anything from you,” I repeated, and promptly snuggled deeper into his chest. God, he smelled good.
His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me close.
“I’m sorry,” I found myself saying as he peeled me off his chest. “You pissed me off so much with all your ordering me around, I just…I pushed you.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “You did. Other men, Lauren, they won’t demand these things from you, but while you’re mine, it’s what I expect.”
While I’m his. What exactly was the expiration date, I wanted to know, but didn’t ask.
“You’re a lot bossier than I remember. I mean, you were always bossy, but not so mean. Not mean, just, well, you never turned that voice on me. The one you used on the other kids who pissed you off.”
“I never needed to before. You always did what I said. You never gave me trouble.” The pad of his thumb ran over my cheek bone, wiping away the wetness there. “But you’ve grown up, and seem to have forgotten how protective I am. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, and to do that, I need you to follow what I say.”
I didn’t always do what he said. That was how he ended up in juvie to begin with, but I didn’t bring that up again. The darkness had left his eyes, and he was being gentle; I didn’t want to change that. Not yet.
“I need you to be honest with me, too.” I pushed my way out of his arms, still ignoring the fact my ass was bared and probably burnt red. “I need to know what’s going on, and why you don’t like me talking with the cops. You said yourself I need to get to the station to give a statement about the accident.”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Let’s talk about that later.” He reached for me and when I tried to step back, he lunged forward and caught me, yanking me to his chest and kissing me soundly. “It’s time for your reward,” he murmured against my lips.
His hands slid down my torso, down lower to where the tense bundle of nerves waited for his touch. One finger slipped into my folds, running over my clit. “Okay.” I found myself agreeing, and pushing my pelvis to his hand. “Just don’t stop doing that,” I said.
“Oh, getting bossy?” he teased. I didn’t answer him. Gently he pushed me on the bed, the comforter rubbed against my raw ass, but I didn’t care. His fingers were still toying with my clit, rubbing it in circles, down and up, harder, softer. I’d never felt so many sensations at one time. “You’re soaking wet for me.” He sat beside me and leaned down to kiss me. “Such a wet pussy.” Two fingers slid inside of me, filling me. I arched my hips, wanting him to go deeper.
He pulled his hand away from me and yanked up my shirt. “Open.” He pressed the material to my mouth. I parted my lips, and he shoved the fabric into my mouth. “Don’t let go. Understand?” I nodded and bit down on my shirt. He smiled and placed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. How something so innocent could take on such an erotic flavor fell beyond my comprehension at that moment.
My bra clasped in the back, but that didn’t get in his way. He reached under me, unclasping it and pulling it from my body. My nipples were already hard, but when his warm tongue touched me they tightened even more. I arched upward, seeking out his hand. He chuckled a little before he re-inserted his fingers. I gasped at the sudden sensation but didn’t drop the shirt.
His lips wrapped around my nipple while his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub. He groaned while he suckled my breast and I dug my hand into his shoulder as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me faster and harder. I opened my legs farther, nudging him with my knee.
As the heel of his palm rubbed my clit and his fingers filled me, I cried out from the pressure of my orgasm building low in my belly. I would explode if he didn’t help me.
He shifted his position so he was settled between my open thighs, his hands pushed them apart further. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” He stared down at me, and I wanted his touch even more at that moment.
I watched him lift his shirt and toss it to the ground, then unbutton his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and pulled free from his legs. I wasn’t sure how he got his boots off so quick, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Before he tossed his jeans to the floor he dug out a condom from his wallet. I wondered for a moment how many he kept in there, but decided I’d ask later.
Rolling the latex down his thick length he grinned at me, taking the shirt from my mouth. “What was it you wanted again?” he teased.
“You. Please, just you.” I reached up to touch him and he leaned into my palm, letting me caress his jaw. His five o’clock shadow made his cheek rough beneath my touch.
His lashes covered his eyes, and the edge of his smile went higher. He leaned down, his chest rubbing my still wet nipples as he claimed my mouth for another kiss. The ink of his tattoo pressed against my breasts, while the head of his cock teetered at my entrance. I arched upward, trying to get him to move, but he just laughed and pulled back.
“Now, didn’t you learn yet? Who controls this?”
I licked my lips. “You do. But if you don’t hurry up, you are going to see what a brat I can really be.” It was an empty threat, and his chest rumbling laugh told me he knew it, too.
My arms circled around him, pushing my pussy farther against his cock. Slowly, painfully slow, he inched into me. The sensation of being stretched and filled by his thickness nearly took the breath out of my chest. My hands fell away from his shoulders, gripping the bed beneath me as he finally pushed himself all the way to the hilt. He ground his pelvic bone into my clit, further driving me to the brink I already teetered on.
“Fuck.”
“That mouth of yours is really going to get you into trouble.” He chuckled, easing his way out of me just as slowly as he’d entered me. “The only time I want to hear that word come out of that pretty mouth of yours is when I’m fucking you. Any other time and I may just wash your mouth out with soap.”
A full force thrust and he was back inside of me, completely knocking the wind out of me. I pulled my knees back, enjoying him rolling his eyes back at the tightness this caused for him. “Fine. Fine.” I agreed to make him start moving again.
“You like the idea of me punishing you, don’t you?” He slid away from me again, and I wanted to cross my eyes and scream from the frustration. “Tell me.”
“I do, Michael. I like you in control.” It wasn’t a lie. “Please, now will you fuck me?”
He braced himself up on his arms, his biceps tightening and his eyes darkening. He thrust fiercely, making me cry out from the sudden fullness. “Say it again. Now or I stop.”
If he made good on his threat, I’d probably cry like a baby. “I love you in control. I love it,” I said with wide eyes, clamping my arms around him. “Please. Now, Michael.”
“You beg so nicely; next time, I think I’ll make you do it on your knees.” Arching his spine, he slid out of me to the very tip of his cock. I whined, afraid he was leaving me again, but he slammed forward. Without missing a beat, he continued the torture, pulling out and slamming forward again and again until I squealed with frustration. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking hot.” He finally stopped tormenting me and thrust hard in again and again.
I pressed my feet against the bed, matching his thrusts with my own hips, trying to quicken his pace. But Michael never moved faster than he wanted, and when he gave me a warning pinch to my hip, I followed his lead.
“Please. Please.” I’d never begged for anything until Michael had put his hands on me only a day ago. Since then, I couldn’t seem to stop begging him.
Pressing his lips to mine, he cut off the sound of my moaning. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring everywhere and driving me even closer to my end. When he released me, he stared down into my eyes, his hot breath moving quickly over my cheeks. The burn of my ass barely noticeable anymore, I moved along with him, trying to drag him to the same place I was.
His hands moved to my hips, pinning me down. Leaning down, he took my nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue circling my nipple.
“Oh!” I cried out.
“Come for me, babe. You’re so close, I can feel it. God, your pussy feels so good around my cock.”
As though my body had been waiting to hear him say the words, my orgasm swept through me, rocking my body hard.
My thighs clamped down around his waist, crying out with each new wave of pleasure as it crashed into me. His own eyes rolled, and his hips bucked two more times before he stilled over me, lost in his own release. A low growl escaped him as I floated back down from my own orgasm.
“God damn.” His head rested on my shoulder. “If we had done this in high school, I would have killed anyone who came near you.” Meant as a joke, but said with an undercurrent of such seriousness, I felt compelled to kiss his bare shoulder.
“If we had done this in high school, I probably would have done more to track you down after you left.” Not that I could have done more, other than hiring a private detective.
After kissing my forehead once more, he slid backwards. The sensation made me want to pull him back in, but he was already off the bed and walking to the door. I let myself admire his ass while he walked. Firm, muscular, just like the rest of him.
I listened as the water turned on in the adjoining bathroom and slid off the bed while he was gone. I slid my shirt back down over my body. I pulled my jeans back up and stuffed my bra and panties into the back pockets.
I wanted to climb into his bed, to snuggle against him while slept like we had the night before. But one phrase kept me from doing so, kept me from giving into the intimacy the moment suggested.
While you’re mine.