Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (3 page)

But Rod was acting as if she should have expected this, bringing that board-like palm of his down across both cheeks at once, again and again, until he’d set her backside on fire.  Just at the point that she was going to ratchet up her howls of protest to full-on screams, he stopped and stood her up, pointing to the same spot on the carpet where he’d put her in the first place.

He
didn’t
repeat his command.

There was no denying the way he’d singed her behind or the fact that, as he’d been doing it, her body had been busily christening his jeans, despite her very real protestations.  Off kilter physically and emotionally, flooded with sensations she had never experienced before, Sunny shuffled towards the spot at which he was pointing, but not quickly enough for him, apparently, because before she moved out of range, he managed to reach out and deliver several “come along” smacks that had her hopping – like a well-spanked bunny – to stand in that very vulnerable, very exposed spot, although she was not nearly as exposed as she was going to be.

As if she was put out with him she let her hands creep to the neckline of her blouse and she began to unbutton it excruciatingly slowly, expecting he would nudge her – one way or the other – into moving more quickly.

But he was nothing if not full of surprises, and he merely leaned back in his chair, his fingers laced behind his head, watching her avidly, hungrily.

Sunny hadn’t blushed like that in years – maybe ever – but she couldn’t seem to stop once she saw just how hungrily he was watching her, her eyes darting to his, then away several times before she’d loosened all the buttons.

“Stop staring at me!” she whined, sounding very much like the brat he’d already pegged her as, thoroughly ashamed of herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

“What makes you think you can give me orders, Sunny?”  There was still no anger in his tone, not even impatience, although when he came towards her, she automatically took one step back before she caught herself and reclaimed the ground she had lost.  Everything in her wanted to look down, to not meet his eyes, but she forced herself to do just that.

He reached out and cupped the back of that impudent head, holding it still as his free hand travelled from her temple down that only slightly artificially rosy cheek, the delicate neck, a surprisingly fragile collar bone and over the breast she had held his hand to moments ago at the table - only this time he lingered there, cupping it possessively as he let his thumb and forefinger delve beneath the thin covering of her bra to pinch the wicked peak it found there.  She squawked unbecomingly and backed away, trying to twist out of his grasp, but finding no avenue of escape.

When he finally released her breast, he could see her hands creeping up to comfort herself, and he cruelly slapped them cruelly away and resumed his physical possession of her, noting with displeasure just how prominent her ribs were.  He followed the curve of her waist as it flowed into her hip, roaming eagerly around back to squeeze one thoroughly-roasted cheek, then slipping his hand under the edge of that lacy skirt and moving it around to the front.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered hoarsely.

When she didn’t comply to his satisfaction, moving her feet only slightly apart, he put a foot between hers and swept them wide apart as his hand tightened on her womanhood, his fingers busily storming new territory with a firm hold.

Two thick fingers found their way inside her with humiliating ease, her body having eagerly slickened their way long since, his big thumb claiming a clit that was thoroughly swollen and throbbing - not encouraging its response in the least but rather simply sitting there, atop her, teasing her nearly out of her mind with its lack of movement. 

At his rude possession, Sunny sucked in a long breath that sounded a lot like a moan – probably because it was one.  She would have leaned forward, against his shoulder, but sensed he wouldn’t allow it.

Instead he used his spare hand to tip her chin up so that her eyes were forced to meet his.  “For the next -” he checked his watch, “ – thirty hours or so, this, and every other inch of your luscious body, is mine.  I own you.  I possess you.  And I can promise you that I intend to use you in every conceivable manner that will bring me pleasure.”

With that, he backed away suddenly, resuming his seat and watching her watch him as he brought his moist, Sunny covered fingers to his mouth and licked them fastidiously clean, then flicked them at her to let her know that he was ready for her to continue to divest herself of the little clothing she had left.

Her blouse was just hanging open, so Sunny shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor as she reached behind her to undo the hooks of the all-lace demi-bra, whose color matched her blouse perfectly.  She peeled it away with obvious reluctance, almost tearfully.   He then heard her take a long, deep breath as if to pull herself together, straightening her shoulders, staring back at him as boldly as he did her, holding the bra away from herself in her finger and thumb, then dropping it onto the blouse as if she didn’t care whether she ever saw it again.

The skirt came off just as casually, until she stood, proud and naked, before him, her hand on her hip, giving him a challenging look he didn’t like at all – at least, not from a submissive.

“Hands at your sides unless I tell you they should be elsewhere,” he bit off.

Somewhat taken aback, she relinquished her come-hither pose and let her hands assume the position he preferred.  She had a feeling that the rest of this weekend was going to be spent trying to conform – and even perhaps anticipate – what it was that he might want, to avoid spending any more time getting whacked by that Gawd-awful palm of his.

She hoped that was going to be enough of an impetus for her.  She was much more used to being in the position of giving the orders, rather than having to obey them.

“Touch yourself.”

The bravado she’d carried around with her throughout her life deserted her in that moment, to be replaced by a bright pink blush that she could feel suffusing every pore of her body.

Rod thoroughly enjoyed the way she looked when she blushed like that.  It didn’t look at all garish to him, but rather made her skin glow quite becomingly, and that was one of the reasons why he had made the outrageous demand so early on.  He wanted to shock her, to knock her off balance.  She was always so self-possessed, so confident that he wanted to wrestle her off that pedestal she’d put herself on – untouched and untouchable - and make her confront their agreement blatantly.  He’d half expected her to have left long before this point, but was glad to see that she didn’t give her word casually.  If anything was a test of that, this was.

He also knew she had absolutely expected to win, so that their roles would be reversed at this moment, and he had been fully willing to follow through with his commitment if it had happened that way.  But then he realized that it had been a while since he’d issued his last order, and before she could say or do anything to immediately comply, he had made his way behind her and again began raining down spanks until he saw her hand creep up to hold her own breast.

Once he’d resumed his seat, he chided, “I shouldn’t have to tell you to do every little thing, Sunny.  You’re my submissive.  You should be trying to do things that you think I’ll like without having to be prompted – or punished.”

Rod thought he saw a flash of tears in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear or unhappiness that had prompted them, but they didn’t seem to linger, for which he was grateful.

As her hands began to rove over her own body, he could see that she was – slowly – overcoming what he hoped were unwelcome tears and sinking into her own desire, allowing it to come to the forefront, almost forgetting that she was being watched.  He saw her eyelids flutter closed as those slim fingers plucked at her own blossomed nipples, twisting just slightly with each tug until her breathing became ragged and uneven.

He loved to watch a woman pleasure herself, especially at his command.  He learned so much about her that it was almost an unfair advantage – whether or not she could overcome her natural modesty in front of him, how familiar she was with her own body – which gave him a clue as to how often she might do this on her own – as well as, of course, how and where she enjoyed being touched.

Neither of those hands had wandered below the equator yet, so he rose and stood behind her, knocking her legs further apart as he cupped her right hand with his big one and brought it down to that completely bare area between her legs.

He didn’t sit down again, but remained where he was, unable to resist the temptation to touch her, slipping one big hand into her privates from behind, nearly knocking her off balance until he spread the other one on her lower tummy to steady her as those two all too familiar fingers reclaimed the territory they had already conquered earlier, filling her . . .
stretching
her until she’d accommodated every inch of them.

And it hadn’t been easy, which he’d loved.  She’d had to bend forward a bit in what he knew she would consider an obscene position, and he doubted she was even aware of the tiny mewls and groans she issued as he worked those big digits up inside her, but every caught breath, every sigh, every tiny groan got him harder.

For her part, Sunny couldn’t even begin to think.  She’d always prided herself on her ability to use logic and reason to make sense of the situations she’d found herself in in life, but this one . . . there was no hope.  All she could do was feel – feel his fingers jammed up inside her, feel how her backside was on fire, feel how thoroughly embarrassed she was to be in this position with
him
, especially.  She didn’t consider herself a prude in any fashion, and she didn’t know if it was his proximity or what, but she was completely embarrassed, and, for some odd, disturbing reason, it felt kinda good.

And that was bad - for her peace of mind.

He’d already proven that he wasn’t very patient when it came to being obeyed, so she tried desperately not to think about, well, anything as she closed her eyes and let her fingers rediscover what they’d originally found when she was about sixteen, holding herself open slightly with her other hand, then trying to reach a bit further down to gather some moisture, only to encounter the source of the ache that was coursing through her body:  his fingers.

Sunny withdrew her hand as if it had been scalded, and Rod immediately dabbed a bit of some kind of lotion on the tips of her fingers, silently urging her to put her hand back where it had been.

It surprised her that she was able to slip right back into that mindless territory that let her almost forget he was there watching her, behind her and within her, in large part because of just how far she’d already gone down that road.  She was startled to realize that it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes, really, for her to take off, and that was exactly what she aimed to do.

Until, after what seemed like only a few short seconds later, she found her hands hauled rudely away from the source of her impending orgasm.

“Ohhhhh, really?” she groaned, her hips arching, trying to follow her fingers but they were wrenched away too quickly.

“Hands at your sides.”  His orders were firm and soft.  He still claimed her, still filled her almost uncomfortably, drawing a long, low moan from her as he began to move his fingers within her, fucking her with hard, deliberately unpredictable thrusts that didn’t follow any kind of rhythm so that she couldn’t build towards any kind of resolution. 

She certainly was vocal, and he liked that in a woman – whether she was being punished or pleasured, he liked to hear her reactions – within reason, of course.

His hand on her lower stomach kept her in place as he continued to drive his hand up inside her, twisting and drilling his way to the very top of her little cunny, then out again.  Rod was of a mind to add a third finger, but then he decided against it, wanting to save that for another time.

Instead, he let go of her, removing his fingers unceremoniously, leaving her aching for his presence within her to such an extent that Sunny had to concentrate to curb the impulse to grab his hand and stuff it back into her crotch.

“Undress me.”

Surprising him by not hesitating in the least, she took his golf shirt off over his head, folding it neatly and putting it on the coffee table, then turning back to realize that there was only the lower – most interesting and private – part of him left.  As eager as she had been to get to that broad chest, the reality of what she was expected to do next was nothing if not daunting.  Not wanting him to see just how unnerved she was, Sunny put on a brave face and reached for his belt buckle.

Rod crossed his arms over his well muscled, very lightly hairy chest, avidly following her every move and offering absolutely no assistance or even guidance.

The belt and the jeans were easily loosened, but then she realized that she was probably going to have to get on her knees to remove them, and a large part of her balked at the pure subservience of that position.

She knew that it was what she must do, so she somehow managed to ignore the protestations of her thoroughly liberated mind and sank gracefully to her knees, reaching up to tug his pants and underwear down to his ankles, then holding them there as he stepped out.  She stood and again arranged everything in an organized pile, and when she turned back, he handed her his shoes and socks.

Taking her place again at his quiet direction, kneeling before him, which she found was bearable only if she didn’t think about it, Sunny did her level best not to look at that which was most prominent about him and closest to her – his long, thick, gorgeous cock, the bulbous head of which was already glistening with pre cum.

She was near enough that he could merely reach out, cup the back of her head and her lips to his erection, which was exactly what he did.  No words, no orders, no commands, just pure expectation.

And Sunny was determined not to disappoint, letting him guide the heavy head into her mouth, then taking things over from there, slickening him all the way down until her nose met his tummy, then laving him with her tongue all the way back out, swirling it around the top and bottom of the tip, then back down, all the way in and all the way out again, sucking gently at first then more avidly.  She didn’t forget the very sensitive rest of him, either, capturing each of his balls in her warm wet mouth and tugging very gently, rolling them a bit with her tongue, but always careful.