“This is like that first night when we met, when you were all pissed off about my dress, my drinking, the stripper and the bouncer,” she recalled.
“And then you got so pissed that you couldn’t even tell me your address,” he said, finally responding. “Which made me even more pissed off, but you were so out of it you probably don’t remember that,” he added.
“I remember that you told me that I wouldn’t have been able to sit down for a week if I’d belonged to you,” she said quietly and smiled at the memory of how she had longed for him to explain or act on that comment.
He had often spanked her playfully when they were lying together naked, usually when she was interrupting him ormaking sarcastic comments. She couldn’t deny that she found it a huge turn on, like when he held her still as he made love to her, when he physically overpowered her and took charge of her. That final thought startled her, that even when he used his size and strength to dominate her she still felt safe and cared for in a way she hadn’t when Simon had done the same thing. With Simon back in her mind she realised that things in the lounge would have picked up pace and by now they would have been screaming at each other in between the sound of breaking objects. By the time either of them had got to bed, Simon would have refused to speak or Steph would have been apologising profusely, accepting all blame or begging for forgiveness, desperate to make things up to him.
“You wouldn’t have,” he replied, making her wonder what that meant still, although she could imagine.
“I’m yours now,” she told him and she was, in every way possible.
“Are you?” He actually sounded unsure of that.
“Yes.” She hoped that his threats from that night and his mood tonight could join and resolve the remaining tension from this situation between them as well as providing some relief from her ever growing desire for him.
“But you weren’t then,” he said coldly.
“What would you have done if I had been?” She almost panted now wondering what was wrong with her to want to pursue this.
“I would have brought you back here and put you on all fours then pulled your little knickers down so that I could have spanked your arse until it glowed and then I would have fucked you hard until you were screaming how sorry you were,” he replied frankly, but hoarsely, suggesting that if there was something wrong with her for being turned on by this then he was afflicted by the same thing.
She was so aroused now that she thought she may involuntarily explode if he didn’t touch her soon and as she tried to move her hand from his chest down his body he brushed her away. “I don’t think so, Steph.”
She gulped hard as he placed her hand back on her side of the bed, rejecting her, but she felt spurred on to continue.
“What do you want to do to me now, to punish me for what I’ve done tonight?” She squeezed her thighs together tightly to try and find some relief from her desire that was almost burning her now, but also to prevent the wetness she could feel between her legs escaping.
He turned towards her and was suddenly over her, straddling her hips and groin and despite the room being in darkness she could feel his dark, heavy gaze on her before feeling his face almost touching hers, his breath on her making her moan loudly. She could still smell the whiskey on his breath and thought that she could grow to like whiskey if she consumed it from him.
“Do you really want to know, Stephanie?”
“Yes, please, show me,” she begged now.
Twenty-Five
Steph woke up and found there was an empty space next to her in bed. With a slight wince, she rolled onto her back and realised that Jon was in the shower.
“Shit,” she muttered to herself as her sore behind reminded her of the previous night’s events prompting her to smile. As she recalled the hottest sex she had ever known, she frowned as a mixture of feelings combined, settling in her stomach. The specifics of the previous night resulted in a general feeling of confusion which really was becoming her default mode.
She remembered that after she’d asked Jon to show her what he wanted to do to her, she had indeed found herself kneeling up on all fours and as she was naked there were no knickers to pull down. She blushed remembering that she had felt slightly disappointed about that, as though that act would have added another dimension to proceedings, maybe a further touch of humiliation, like a naughty schoolgirl. She fidgeted at the sensation of her arousal resurfacing as she thought about it.
Jon had put the light on to see exactly how her position, up on all fours had allowed him ready access to all of her, but especially her behind that she had proudly pushed in the air towards him, inviting the first blow that struck almostimmediately making her jump and cry out loud as the impact resonated; it had surprised her that it had hurt which seemed stupid now. What had she expected? Jon had continued to apply smack after smack with caresses and squeezes in between and she was still unsure what had been the biggest turn on.
With each blow, he had made her tell him what it was for, but had started her off with the first one, her behaviour with the stripper at Lindsay’s hen night. She recalled how she had felt aggrieved about that at the time because her parents always had a rule that as kids none of them should be punished for the same ‘crime’ twice, but obviously nobody had ever shared that rule with Jon. Although her parents had never punished their children physically. She lost count at ten but knew he had continued. Then he had given her the safe word of GOLF and saved his last and hardest smack for her ungrateful acceptance of his gift. Then he’d begun to trace a path from her rosy globes, down to her now wet and hot centre of arousal and as he teased her with the end of his large erection, probing her gently, she pushed back hoping to consume him fully resulting in him withdrawing and pulling her head back by gently tugging her hair as he lay along the length of her back to whisper in her ear.
“No! We do this my way, understand?”
“Yes,” she’d moaned as a reply.
“Plus, I don’t know if you deserve it.” He inserted first one and then a second finger making her groan loudly,
“Please, Jon, I’m begging you.”
“Right now you are so wet and turned on that I could do anything to you, couldn’t I?” he taunted as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her.
“Yes,” she admitted, realising that she was sobbing as she said it.
He was absolutely right. She was so turned on and aroused by him that there was nothing that she wouldn’t have agreed toin that moment and he knew it. She was just desperate for him now and wasn’t sure how to make him give her what she wanted, what she needed.
