“Do you like your car?” he’d asked throwing her slightly.
“Yes.” She really did. That had never been in doubt.
“Good, I’d hate to think you didn’t like it after it’s caused all this trouble tonight.” He began teasing her again with his penis.
“Maybe we should pretend that you’ve just found out about your new car, what would you say now, Stephanie?”
“Thank you,” she instinctively replied and was rewarded with him entering her forcefully. “Thank you,” she repeated in a moan resulting in him withdrawing and driving back into her hard and fast until she was breathlessly rambling from one thank you to the next and as she climaxed she screamed a final thank you loudly.
Jon continued to frantically drive into her for a few seconds more and then he came, verging on violently, digging his nails into her arse cheeks that were undoubtedly glowing like beacons now and although painful she found it pleasurable enough that she came again.
Steph rolled over onto her front now to relieve the pressure on her behind and smiled as she thought back to how they had both collapsed in a heap together and for the first time ever, she had waited for a lover to fall asleep before sneaking up and showering. She had never been so frazzled or so wet and sticky after sex and a quick trip to the loo would not suffice. As she squeezed her thighs together she felt how hot and wet she was again and thought maybe she could join Jon in the shower. She climbed out of bed and examined her still pink behind in the mirror and suddenly felt embarrassed and confused again. How was she going to face him this morning after what they’d done? But as he appeared in the doorway of the bathroom wearing just a towel she had no time to answer herself.
“Good morning, you certainly are glowing this morning.” He grinned.
“Thank you, I think.”
“Another thank you. I think I must have opened the flood gates last night.” He stood behind her now to rub a hand over each cheek in turn.
Steph leaned back against him and inhaled his freshly washed smell deeply.
“Last night was fantastic, darling, but come on or we’ll both be late.” He instinctively smacked her bottom gently making her jump slightly.
He laughed as she asked, “Late for what?”
“Work, you remember that you work for me now and I hate lateness, although, maybe I could just spank you if you don’t get to work on time,” he said, grinning still.
“Sorry, I thought I might work from home until the dust settles.” She looked uncomfortable now.
“No can do because there are things to sort out at the office, but work from home tomorrow if you want to,” he said reassuringly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, fine,” she lied.
“Are you having second thoughts about working for me? It’s only temporary, ” he said reassuring her further.
“What? No. I feel a bit odd about last night.” The crimson flush creeping up her cheeks confirmed her embarrassment in the cold light of day.
“Didn’t you like it?” he asked and then replied for himself. “Of course you liked it. I have never seen you so turned on, Steph. It was seriously hot, much like your arse.” He laughed.
She looked down at her feet and felt even more embarrassed now.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. You feel odd? Explain how you feel?” Pulling her gently onto his lap, he sat on the edge of the bed.
“All I can say to sum it up is confused; I loved last night and you’re right I have never been so turned on in my life, but this morning I feel conflicting things. I feel embarrassed, ashamed, perverse and a bit freaky. Why the fuck would I enjoy being hit? But then I felt liberated, dominated, beautiful, humiliated, degraded, strange, oh I don’t know. I have never been spanked like that, although I have thought about it several times since you implied it that first night.” Swallowing hard, she allowed her confession to resonate, then continued. “I was never punished physically as a child and I have usually preferred to share the control with lovers before, but when you pin me down and hold my arms above my head and take charge of me I love it. Sorry, I’m rambling now.”
“Maybe I’m different, like you said that first morning here after your drunken night at the hen night, but I understand that you may need to make sense of things we did. But we both enjoyed them, Steph, and if you’d wanted me to I would have stopped, but that’s not what you wanted was it?” he asked seriously.
“No, I wanted everything we did. But why? The idea of anyone else doing that to me does nothing for me, but you . . .” her voice trailed off.
“What?”
“Simon and I never did that kind of thing, but sometimes he was a bit rough. He didn’t always seem to consider me beyond his own needs and desires and I know we were together on things last night but it confused me.”
With his expression darkening and a frown creasing his brow, Jon responded to her past experience, “I don’t like the idea of anyone being rough with you, darling, and I have no cluewhy he wouldn’t consider you, except for the fact the man is a complete dickhead.”
“I wish I wasn’t so weak and responsive where you’re concerned,” she told a confused looking Jon.
“Why?”
