Owning Wednesday (11 page)

She swallowed and met his eyes. He ran his fingers over the tops of her stockings.

“I’m going to spank you first, and it’s going to hurt, but if you’re good for that, then I’ll fuck you and let you come. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll try to be good. But…how hard will you spank me?”

“Pretty hard. Very hard actually. Harder than last time.”

She drew a deep breath. “Okay.”

“What’s the matter? Are you afraid? Or are you excited?”

She shook her head, and her black ringlets tickled his cheek. “I don’t know. Both.”

“Okay, then,” he said. “Over my lap.”

It was so intimate, her capitulation, the way she draped her body across his thighs. He pretended to help her, to position her, but she knew exactly how he wanted her. Head down, ass up, hip barely grazing his cock. Oh God.
Beautiful.

He caressed her upturned bottom, lustfully, yes, but gratefully as well. She was
his
. She was giving herself over to
him
. He let himself have a growl over it. As if in answer, she squirmed, wiggling her bottom. Her hip bumped his cock, arousing new frissons of craving.

He brought his hand down on her ass, a nice, hot crack to get things started. She jumped in his lap. He took his time, warming her up a bit before he fully lit into her. She was so lovely, tensing and struggling to be still, taking the pain only to please him. Even though she’d already sucked him off, his cock pulsed to life again. When he began to spank her harder, she cried out and reached back to cover herself. Her breath was coming in gasps, but he knew she wasn’t to her limit yet.

“No,” he said. “You know better.”

“You’re hurting me. It really hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt. It’s a spanking.”

She moaned, pressing her cheek against his leg.

“Please…I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t be bratty again. Please…I’ll do anything. I’ll suck you again—even better this time—”

“Did bargaining work with Vincent?”

She visibly deflated. “No, Sir.”

“It won’t work with me either. Give me your hand. I’ll help you keep it out of the way if you don’t have the discipline to do it yourself.” He took her hand in his and drew her arm up across her back. He wasn’t that angry about her little bargaining attempt. He’d expected it. She would try all kinds of stuff in the beginning to see if he’d let her get away with it. She would learn quickly that he wouldn’t.

He started to spank her again, trying to focus on the task at hand and not her shapely, reddening bottom. She struggled and fought against him when the pain was hard for her to take. Her fist clenched and unclenched in his grip as he belabored her bottom until his hand stung. She finally started to cry, just small shaky sobs, but they were so damn endearing. He gave her a good volley of smacks to finish her off, and the music of her sobs rose to a wail.

“Okay, Wednesday. That’s all for now.” He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her tears. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? You took that very well.”

“I…I tried to, Daniel. But it hurt.”

“Yes, it tends to. It didn’t hurt
that
much though. I think you’re just a crier sometimes.”

“It hurt a lot.”

“Well, you know why it hurts, don’t you, Wednesday? Why I hurt you?”

She buried her face against his neck. He felt her shudder, felt the renewed gush of her tears. It seemed so intimate, her hot tears against his skin. “I…I think I know why. Because you care about me?”

No. Because I’m falling in love with you
. “Yes, because I care about you very much, and I want you to know that and remember it later when I’m not around.”

She shifted on his lap. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

She looked down, noticing what he was already well aware of—his endless erection rising again. He tossed her back onto the bed and turned her roughly onto her tummy.
God, that beautiful ass
. He took the time to kiss each reddened cheek before he reached for a condom and nestled between her legs. He slid one hand down her front to find her mons and part her gently. She was so wet for him. He tormented her, tracing her most sensitive spots only to feel her vibrate with need. “You’re mine, aren’t you? You’re really mine.”

“Yes, Daniel.” She squirmed under his touch, moving her ass back against him.

“No, wait. I know you want it. Be patient.”

He smiled at her plaintive moan and teased her some more, just for fun. He took his time stroking her, trailing his fingertips through her swollen, soaked pussy lips. Her breath grew more and more erratic under his chest. He dipped his cock inside her from behind, just enough to addle her. It took every bit of his control not to thrust in her to the hilt. He pulled back, enjoying her soft, hapless sounds of disappointment.

“Daniel! My God!”

“No, not yet.” He teased her again, entering minutely, then backing out. She writhed under him, helplessly bucking against him when he drew away.

“Please!”

“Does it feel that good, Wednesday? Have you no self-control?”

“No! Damn! No, I don’t.” She made an amusing attempt at modulating her voice. “No, Sir, I don’t—I can’t—Please, Daniel, please—”

“Please, what? Say it. Beg me. ‘I want you to fuck me.’”

“God, please, I want you!”

“‘Daniel, I want you to fuck me.’” He teased her again with the tip of his cock.

“Daniel, I want you to fuck me!”

He twisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to his. “Will you be a good girl if I give you what you want? Will you behave?”

“Yes yes yes!” She twisted under him.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said. “Don’t be naughty.”

She fell still, breathless, waiting.

“Good girl.” He entered her slowly, a half inch, an inch at a time, until he was completely seated. Her warm pussy gripped him, massaging his aching length. He wanted the acute sensation to last forever. “Just let me fuck you. Let me go deep, let me feel you.”

She made a groany-sobby sound as he held her and eased steadily in and out. He looked down at her tight, round ass and almost lost it.

“Daniel!”

“Shhh…shhh. You wait for me.” He fingered her clit, stroking it in rhythm with his deep thrusts. “No, don’t come yet. Not yet.” He was having a hard time drawing their sexual encounter out, but she seemed to have it worse. She was actually holding her breath. He supposed it was cruel to hold her back that way.

Wednesday must have had some special gift of nerves or anatomy that made it impossible for her not to orgasm with clitoral stimulation. But she tried, she tried so hard, and it touched him how she tried.

“Okay,” he said. “Soon. Don’t pass out now.”

He never wanted to stop. He never wanted to stop fucking her. He traced up the curve of her hip to the small of her back, then up to her nipples, which were as hard as little stones. He pinched one and was rewarded with a throaty moan and renewed begging.

“God, oh God, please!”

“Okay.” He sighed, feigning impatience. “Come if you must, you ridiculous girl.”

She went absolutely wild, and he loved every second of it. The snapping of her hips and her openmouthed gasps tipped him over the edge, and he came too in a devastating pulse and explosion, bucking inside her like an animal. They lay together afterward, an exhausted heap, his front to her back, his fingers fisted in her hair. She smelled like sex and sugar. She was hot like fire against him. He turned her head to him and kissed her again and again, deeper and deeper, drinking her in like wine. He kissed her until she could barely breathe, just to feel her gasp and come up for air.

Daniel had work to get done, but he couldn’t concentrate. She haunted him every fucking minute of every day. He had set plans to prep, real work to do, but all he could think of was Wednesday. Thank God he was seeing her tonight. It had been a long three days.

Three days.

Three days and he was just about driven to madness. Pathetic.

Okay. He was going to call her. He would talk to her a while, then he’d buckle down, get his work done before their date. He had to call her anyway to see if she’d gotten his gift. He put his hand on the phone, but it rang as soon as he touched it. Maybe it was Wednesday calling. He looked down at the display. Fuck.

“Hello,” he said tightly.

“Daniel. How are you?”

“I’m fine. And you?”

“I’m doing great. How is our Wednesday?”

Our
Wednesday?
I don’t think so, you old lecher
. He bit his tongue, hard. Vincent had passed her on to him, which he supposed deserved some gratitude and some limited polite conversation, however insincere. Hell, Vincent probably hated him every bit as much as he hated Vincent.

“So,” Daniel asked, “what do you want?”

“You promised to keep in touch with me. That was one of the terms of our deal, was it not?”

“Listen, Vincent, I’m not one of your shrinking subs, so I’d appreciate you not taking that tone with me.”

“Did we or did we not agree you would keep me apprised of Wednesday’s well-being?”

“Fine,” Daniel said through gritted teeth. “What would you like to know?”

“She’s with you now?”

“Yes, she’s with me. I’m seeing her tonight for the third time.”

“Only the third time?”

“We only went out for the first time last week.”

“What took you so long?”

“Look who’s talking! Could you have taken any longer to break up with her? Look, she’s fine. She’s doing great. We’re getting along fine so far.”

There was a long silence from Vincent’s end, then a frustrated sigh.

“That’s all you’ll give me? That’s it?”

Ugh
. This whole conversation, this whole situation made Daniel’s skin crawl. This was what he got for entering into an unholy alliance with a twisted old pervert. The only reason, the
only
reason he’d agreed to play along was because he knew Vincent had truly loved her and probably loved her still. But God, he really
had
to play along. Vincent had him over a barrel now, because if Wednesday found out how Vincent had plotted to pass her off to Daniel so he could let her go and still keep tabs…

“Listen, things are going well. We’re making progress. But as I said, tonight will only be our third official date.”

“You’ll have to press her to get her to come to you. She tends to hide.”

“I’ve seen that. But she’s doing okay. I’m taking things slowly. I don’t want to scare her off.”

“Of course,” said Vincent, and the way he said it, it sounded like
you’re an ass.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go. I was about to call her.”

“What are you doing tonight? Taking her out?”

“Yes, out to dinner. I take her out on dates, you know, treat her like an actual woman. She’s finally getting used to it, although it was totally alien to her at first.” Daniel was unable to curb the self-righteous sarcasm from his voice.

Vincent chuckled. “Good. I’m glad to hear it. She was always a quick learner. Very quick. I knew she’d be all right, and as you know, I wish both of you only the best.”

“Thank you.”
Go to hell, you fucking bastard.

“So I’ll talk to you later, then. Enjoy yourself tonight. Give her some good licks for me.”

Ugh
. Daniel felt so dirty after that conversation that he had to take a shower before he could talk to her. He dressed and looked at his watch. It was just after four o’clock. She should have gotten his package by now. She picked up on the third ring, her lovely, shy voice in his ear.