Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (62 page)

Her senses went haywire to reconcile having a foreign object shoved up her ass by the stepbrother she’d pined for but had never even dated.
The best Valentine’s Day ever
. “Okay,” she replied. “It’s...cold.”

He chuckled. “Give it a sec.”

She contracted her muscles. Cold ramped right up to...toasty. “Oh!”

Hunter laughed again. “I think we’re ready.” He brought his open palm down on her ass.

She tensed her buttocks against the sting, and the ginger lit a fire in her passage. “Oh-ah!” she cried out.

He rained a dozen hand spanks against her flesh, rewarming the outside while the ginger heated the inside. He paused, leaned over. She glanced over her shoulder to see Hunter looping the belt around his fist. Ariel gulped and averted her gaze. A streak seared both cheeks. She yelped and clenched. Flames seared her inner passage, spreading heat clear to her clit. Her ass hated the ginger; her clit and pussy loved it. Arousal throbbed between her legs.

Pain-pleasure-pleasure-pain, two sides of an ever-spinning coin.

“Beg me, Ariel,” he growled.

“Spank me, sir, harder, sir. Harder,” she cried, loving every hated lash of the belt. With each stroke, she fell deeper into his thrall.

“Would you like to come?”

“Please, may I?”

“Ten lashes. Take ten more and then you can come. Can you do that for me, Ariel?”

Her ass blazed, an inferno inside and outside, her nerves raw. For him, she’d take twenty lashes, thirty, however many he wanted. “Yes, sir!” Her voice came out high and reedy, near tears.

Crack!
The belt snapped against her burning flesh, and she whimpered.
Crack!
She bucked and twisted on his lap. Harsh. Painful. Lovely. Pleasurable. So much pleasure. Her head spun, danced with the flames licking her body.

The final stroke landed harder than the others, blistering her ass with heat. Her clit was on fire, and her pussy spasmed.

From far away, she heard his voice. “You may come, Ariel.”

She exploded in a fireball, screaming his name.

Chapter Five

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H
e’d almost climaxed when she did. The tight constriction of his pants was painful. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her hot, wet pussy, to fuck her mouth, her ass, to stake his claim any way he could. When he’d told her her ass and cunt were his, it hadn’t been rhetoric uttered in the heat of passion. He meant it. Her ginger-plugged ass, her tight pussy, her mouth—all his because she belonged to him.

Ariel slumped across his lap, gasping for breath against the sofa cushion. He brushed the damp hair away from her face and stroked her cheek. “Beautiful girl, my Ariel.” Her reaction and response had been better than he’d hoped for.

She was amazing.

He was a stupid fuck.

If he hadn’t spent so many years fighting the truth, they could have been together much earlier. Firelight danced off her ass, deepening the rosy hue. Valentine red. Thank goodness he’d come to his senses.

He removed and stowed the ginger in the baggie then tossed it onto the large ottoman serving as a coffee table. He’d grabbed and prepped the ginger as a last minute addition, unsure if he’d use it, if she would be ready. Oh how ready she was. She’d squirmed so charmingly. And creamed. His pants were stuck to his leg where her moisture had soaked the fabric.

He caressed her bottom. “That feels good,” she murmured.

“Don’t fall asleep. I’m not finished with you yet.” He would never be done with her. He worried a little how the parents would react when he told them he and Ariel would be getting married, but he wouldn’t allow it to affect his decision. They had a right to live their lives to please themselves.

“Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir. I won’t fall asleep.”

Hunter chuckled. She was so damn cute. Sexy as all get-out. Fuck, his cock ached. He needed release. But not quite yet.

He smoothed his hand over the sexiest ass he’d ever seen. He’d been deliberate, careful, and calculated in how he struck her with the belt, laying fresh stripes to avoid hitting the same spot. She had only a single raised welt. She was new to this type of relationship, so he needed to go easy on her, but hadn’t been able to resist adding that one for his viewing pleasure. A promise for the future. One day soon he would see her with her ass striped from dimple to crease.

He traced the weal with his fingers. She sucked in a breath.

“Sore?”

“Yes, but in a good way.” She wiggled.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Hunter slid his hand between her thighs. Wetness coated his fingers. He found her clit and rubbed over the nub. Ariel moaned and rocked against his hand. “You’re a responsive little thing, aren’t you?”

“I’ve waited a long time for you, sir.”

His fault. No doubt about it.

Hunter stroked the petals of her folds then plunged two fingers into her wet heat. Muscled walls squeezed. Fuck. To feel her around his cock...

“Get up.” He eased her off his lap, steadied her as she stood. The nipples of her perky breasts jutted out, begging for clamps. Unfortunately, he hadn’t brought those with him. But soon. He could envision her naked, ass welted, bunghole plugged, nipples clamped as she moved around the
kitchen
of all places. The weighted clamps would swing and tug with every step. She’d whimper, but moisture would trickle down her thighs. He’d sit her on the counter and eat her out then fuck her tight little ass.

Now that he had her, he was like a kid in a candy store. He couldn’t wait to act out all the fantasies he’d ever had about her and then start at the top of the list again.

Grabbing her tits, he sucked her nipples to hard, red berries. Pinching one tip between his fingers, he tugged and twisted. Ariel’s face screwed up with bliss. Yes, she would like the clamps.

Hunter tore off his shirt, shoes, pants, and underwear. His cock was more than ready, hard, pulsing, aching. Precum slickened the head.

Before he could say a word, Ariel licked her lips and grasped his shaft. The contrast between her small, delicate hand and his thick, veiny erection was striking. White-hot lightning shot from his dick into his abdomen. He hadn’t given her permission to touch him, but, what the fuck, he liked a little initiative in a woman. In a sub. In her.

“May I suck your cock, sir?” The innocence in her voice didn’t fool him for an instant. She knew the effect she had on him. He would have spanked her saucy little ass again if the need coursing through his body hadn’t overpowered all else.

“On your knees,” he growled. “Do it on your knees.”

Maintaining eye contact, she knelt. Warm breath caressed the crown. Her pink tongue flicked at the opening, catching the pearl of fluid. Soft lips brushed the coronal ridge. He should spank her for teasing. “Suck me, dammit.” He grabbed her head and thrust his cock toward her mouth.

Wet heat enveloped him as she sealed her lips around his cock. She sucked, drawing him deep before pulling back. She could take about half of him, but her busy, skillful hands worked the shaft to wreak pleasure along his entire length. He stared down at her, watching her watch him as she sucked him off. Her eyes glowed with desire and satisfaction. Pleasing him excited her.

He groaned and twisted her hair around one fist, shoving his cock hard and fast into her mouth. Pressure built in his balls, the base of his erection. Holding out for much longer would be impossible. With one final hard thrust, he yanked away. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her over the sofa arm.

From his duffel, he snagged a condom and snapped it on. He slapped her ass hard. “Spread your legs.”

She widened her stance. Her cunt, bare of any hair, was swollen and slick. Ready to be fucked.

One day soon, he’d eat her until she screamed, would make her come over and over, but for now, a quick taste. He dropped to his knees and, with his thumbs, spread her wide open to reveal her inner pinkness then dragged his tongue through her furrow.

He shook with the scent and taste of her. She filled his mouth, his head. He speared her channel with his tongue before shifting to her clit. He pulled back the protective hood of flesh and sucked on the little bud. Ariel jerked and released a keening cry. “Oh god, oh god, you’re going to make me come, sir.”

“Yes, I am.” Hunter got to his feet and guided his cock to her opening. He plunged home. “Oh fuck.” He thought his eyes were going to roll back into his head. Sweat beaded on his forehead, stung his eyes, trickled down his temples. Muscles went rigid. He’d waited too fucking long for this, and she felt too fucking good. He drew back, and pleasure sizzled along his shaft. Drove forward and saw paradise.

He swiveled his hips to drag his cock over her clit.

Her pussy fluttered.

“Hunter,” she cried, in a high, reedy voice. I mean, sir,” she cried.

Her passion-soaked voice crying his name was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. “No.” He gritted his teeth. “Say.” He thrust. “My.” Again. “Name.” His balls tightened. He couldn’t hold back much longer. “Come for me, Ariel. Come for me.”

Her cunt convulsed. “Hunnnnterrrr!”

“I’ve got you, baby. That’s it. Come, baby. Give it to me.”

Her pussy rippled and spasmed around his cock, milking him, igniting an agony of pleasure.

Lights exploded behind his eyes, muscles cramped, his balls and his cock convulsed. He shouted as jets of hot cum spewed out and filled the tip of rubber.

He slumped on top of her. Threaded his fingers through hers, gripping her hands. Her passage still emitted little contractions. Tiny shudders racked his body, and he didn’t trust his legs. Against his hips, her chastised bottom radiated heat. He nuzzled her damp neck.

This would do.

For starters.

Chapter Six

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A
riel sat on Hunter’s lap, cuddled against his chest. They were both naked, but she wasn’t cold, because his arms were around her, as was a crocheted afghan he’d thrown over them. The fire snapped and popped. He’d tossed on another log before pulling her onto his lap in that autocratic, commanding, possessive way that stirred that melty, gooey sensations.

Her bottom tingled and throbbed, particularly one area where he’d struck her extra hard with the belt. The entire surface felt tender, and the wiry hair on his thighs rasped if she shifted. Her body seemed heavy and light at the same time. She could float away, if she hadn’t been tethered to Hunter.

He’d grown hard again, and his erection pressed against her hip. She had a pretty good idea there would be another go-round before much longer, but, for now, he seemed content to hold her.

She sighed in bliss, and he kissed her temple. “All right?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she purred.

“I’m glad.” His voice rumbled deep and throaty against her ear. The sound seemed to be hardwired to her clit because it pulsed. When he was ready, she’d be ready. “I promise to cherish and provide for you, and in exchange, I’ll expect your trust, submission, and obedience.”

Her heart thudded. That sounded so much like a
future
.

“Is that acceptable to you?” he asked.

Acceptable? She’d waited more than half her life for it! Her lips twitched. She wiped the smile off her face and peered at him through her lashes. “Will there be more...
sex
like this evening?” Hot, sizzling domination and discipline. Spanking. Figging. Screaming orgasms. He didn’t just want to fuck her, he planned to claim her, own her.

He looked a tad hesitant now. The big bad Dom was unsure of himself.
Because he likes me!
“That’s part of who I am,” he said.

“Well, in that case...okay then,” she teased with ersatz reluctance.

“I know a naughty girl who’s asking for a spanking.” His cock twitched against her side.

“Yes, please,” she answered pertly.

Hunter laughed, and she did, too. The afternoon, which had started out bad and then worsened, had turned into the happiest day of her entire life. A dream come true. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

Well, maybe one thing. She bit her lip.

“What is it, Ariel?”

Her bottom felt so delicious, tingly and warm. “If I want a spanking, is it okay to ask you for one?”

The heat and affection in his eyes gave her the answer before he replied. “Yes, you should definitely ask. As your Dominant, I’ll decide what you need, but you should always express yourself. Don’t ever be afraid to ask.”

She thought for a moment. “Well, then, I have another question.”

“What’s that?”

“What was your big announcement going to be?”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “I’m moving back to town. I quit my job with the firm, and I’m starting my own company.”

She’d expected something like that until she’d allowed Sienna to plant doubts. Ariel scowled as she recalled how the other woman had dug her claws into Hunter’s forearm in a proprietary way.
Come around him again, and I’ll show you some claws.
She forced the witch from her mind. Sienna wasn’t worth the real estate.

Not when Ariel had won the prize.

Hunter’s knuckles brushed her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You were the catalyst behind my decision. I’d finally come to my senses and realized I had to move closer if I was going to have any chance with you.”

“You should have guessed you had more than a chance.” Hadn’t the heart dangling from her sleeve been clue enough?

“I knew you’d had a crush, but I worried you’d might have outgrown it. Mom kept telling me about this great guy you were seeing. Mick this and Mick that.”

“Mark,” she corrected automatically.

He glowered.

Somebody is jealous
. “I was never interested in him. It was always you. Only you.”

“Well, believe it or not. I wasn’t sure. But a friend of mine, Jordan Bevy of the Rod and Cane Society, pretty much kicked my ass and told me to I needed to step it up. Excuse the pun.”

“Har har,” she said. “Rod and Cane. You had started to tell me about that.”

“It’s an organization for men and women who are involved in domestic discipline and or domination and submission relationships. Any more questions?”