The spanking was finished, but not the punishment.
After dinner, which he had fully clothed while I sat across from him in nothing except for what he'd begun to refer to as my “punishment panties,” he made me pay for"distracting him from his work” with thoughts of methe entire time he'd been away.
Then, for the rest of the night, he made me pay and pay again for the ultimate crime of“making him take a vacation.”
When I woke up the next morning, it was to the feel of his mouth on my now very tender sex, bringing me to completion with long, wet strokes of his tongue over my naked core. I came yet again, with my fingers threaded through his hair, fully awakened as I arched off the bed. Cole, I decided, right then and there, was much better than a morning cup of coffee.
“What was that payback for?”I asked when he came back up to lie down beside me.
“For looking so beautiful when I woke up,”he answered with an affectionate smile.
He’d been smiling at me more and more lately, and it was its own kind of punishment. A total heart-stopper that made me feel all goopy inside.
“Kiss me,”he commanded.
I did, pulling his tongue into my mouth as I fused my lips over his. I didn’t stop until I felt his length harden against my stomach.
“Very good,”he said when I finished. He moved against me, and the bottom of his shaft rubbed along my slit in a way that made me whimper. But then he shook his head.“Not yet. Not until you’ve had a bath. We went too hard last night to do it again this morning.”
What he was saying made total sense.
However, I had obviously stopped prescribing to total sense when I agreed to this arrangement in the first place.
“But I want younow,”I whined. Then I said the one bratty, button-pushing thing that had yet to fail to push Cole over the edge."You can't make me be good."
"Sunny, stop,"he bit out,parting my folds with his long, thick length."Haven't I punished you enough? You want more?"
He pushed into me with a slow, careful thrust.
Too careful.
I had to say some truly bratty things to get him moving the way I wanted, hard and rough inside my aching sex until we exploded at the same time, both lying on our sides, chests pressed together as my core drank in his spasming cock.
“You’re definitely not a doormat,”Cole said when the orgasm finally let us go and he pulled out of me.
I knew that. This fling, affair, arrangement—whatever we wanted to call it—had taught me there were ways to give over control without being a doormat. Really fun ways.
I laughed and sighed with total contentment.“I love you."
Cole went completely still.“What?”
That was when I realized I might not have only thought that to myself, as I’d promised myself I would when I realized a few days ago that my feelings for Cole extended beyond good sex and pretend dates.
“Nothing. Where do you want to go for breakfast?”I tried to sit up to climb out of bed. Tried to get away.
Cole caught me around the waist, keeping me there in bed with him.“You think you’re in love with me?”
Of all the ways I’d been embarrassed in front of Cole, this was easily the worst.“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sunny, I thought the arrangement was clear,”he said."Rule number fifteen states?—"
"I know.No admissions of love.I get it. I'm in violation of the rules."
“But you think you love me?”
“IknowI love you,”I answered.“But it’s fine. I know where you stand on…feelings. I’m sure I’ll get over this love thing after Monday. Whatever. It’ll take me a few weeks—a couple of months, tops.”
Probably years,I edited inside my head.
