Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (8 page)

Rod, too, was having a bit of time composing himself.  He didn’t usually issue such a severe spanking, especially not so early on in a relationship.  But he wouldn’t back down from it; he wouldn’t apologize.  He intended to hold her as closely to the bet as possible, for as long as possible.  If he managed things correctly, he had hopes that this might even turn into something much longer-lived.

He hadn’t considered even just exclusivity with a woman in years, much less a far deeper commitment than mere fidelity.  In the past decade, the majority of his encounters with the opposite sex had been little more than one night stands, with the occasional, rare months-long thing that always dissolved when he had to choose between his work and the woman.

Not
this
woman, though.  He hadn’t let anyone get that close to him since he was in his early thirties, and even that had died a slow, painful death because of his obsession with his business.

He’d reached the top of his game long since, and was still a major force within the business community, but lately he’d been thinking a lot more about wanting a real relationship again, and was – to his great surprise – more than willing to put it first, ahead of his job.

He was in his forties, and all of his friends had been married at least once, if not several times more than that, and almost all of them had rug rats, too.

When he’d met Sunny, he already knew most things about her – her stellar career and savvy business moves had him wishing he’d found her first.  They would have been an unbeatable pair. 

They still could be, only not in the boardroom, and, after having gotten to know her over this past year, he’d become even more persuaded that he had to make her
his
.

Now, as he spoke to her in a calm, low voice, he kneaded her rear, both soothing and aggravating it at the same time, which was exactly his intent.  His speech was frequently punctuated by her low moans and soft sobs.  “I have your cell phone, your keys, and my cell in the safe in my study.  I know you’re a busy lady – I’m just as busy as you are, probably even more so.  But you will not be getting either of those things back until tomorrow morning, just before I send you home.  No computers, no cells, for either of us.  And if you lose any money because of it, you can send me the bill.”

He didn’t offer her the option, this time, of bailing.  As far as he was concerned, that ship had sailed. 

“Who are you?”

She wondered if it was a trick question.  “S-Sunny McClure, Sir?”

“And what are you?”

That one she struggled with for a long moment, then she sighed and said, “A submissive, Sir.”

“Whose?”

She kicked her feet a bit before answering, “Yours, Sir.”

To her surprise, he helped her down very gently, making sure she had her full balance before he let go of her arm, then he proceeded to unbutton the shirt she’d put on in haste, not finding her clothes anywhere in the room.  “No more clothing, Sunny,” he chided.  “If I want you to be dressed, I’ll do it myself.”

He laid the shirt over the couch she had just vacated.  “Are you cold?” he asked, frowning, noticing her peaked nipples.  “Do you want me to turn up the heat?”

That had her blushing bright red and shaking her lowered head.  “No, Sir,” came the soft reply from under that mass of hair, embarrassed to let him know that it wasn’t cold that was causing that reaction.

She might have expected that he would have her kneel before him as he did this, but instead he brought her close to him, one hand splayed on her furnace of a bottom, as if proudly claiming the effect his corrections had had on her, the other buried in the hair at the base of her head holding it tipped up and steady, so that she had no choice than to meet his eyes.

“Fold your hands behind your back and tell me again, Sunny, who and what you are,” came the husky command.

She could feel how aroused he was.  They were both nude; there was no hiding it, in his case, anyway, and in that position, her hips pressed outward as her back arched, as if seeking him.  She wished he hadn’t made her put her arms out of the way; she would have much preferred to have them around him while confessing something she found so strangely profound.  “I’m Sunny McClure, and I belong to you, Sir,” she almost whispered, staring straight into his eyes.  As she spoke the words, his hand came around to cup her womanhood, requiring that she spread her legs  to accommodate his quiet demand.

She’d changed the wording a bit, but in a way that he loved, so he didn’t chastise her.  Of course he couldn’t resist delving a bit, holding her still while his middle finger drowned in her juices.  He watched her eyelids shudder, saw her breathing quicken as he drank in her immediate responses to him and felt her melt in his arms.

All of a sudden, though, she found herself standing there, alone, still mesmerized, looking up at him with her every desire mirrored in her eyes, but he was already standing in the doorway to the kitchen.  “Breakfast is served.  Follow me.”

She was very reluctant to be naked outside, but he assured her that he owned enough land around them that they couldn’t be seen, and reminded her that his driveway ended at the front of the house and they were going to be at the back, as well as the fact that no one could get past the gate at the beginning of the driveway without him buzzing it open.

All of which he explained while he was guiding her there - not at all willing to let her prudishness spoil the secret spot he was taking her to.  It was a place she’d only seen in once, in darkness, a little alcove patio up against the back wall of the house, with a small wicker table and chairs, that was surrounded by hundreds of bird baths, bird feeders and bird houses.  They were so tame they barely took notice of their human observers.  He served her a generous portion of fruit salad, bacon, cheesy eggs, and half of the enormous cinnamon bun, as well as pouring her coffee – which he already knew she liked black with two sugars – along with a big glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.

The extravagant breakfast was barely enough to pry her attention away from the birds – big jays and tiny finches and nearly everyone in between, even a few humming birds were all busily eating, bathing and, in some cases, fighting, despite there being more than enough of everything to go around.

There was even a squirrel feeder – a concession, he told her – to the housecat sized squirrels, who regularly raided his feeders if not given their vig.

“If you’re out for long enough, and you’re quiet enough, you can feed the hummingbirds from your hand.”

He had to admit he’d hoped she’d like it, but was surprised by her enthusiasm over the spot, which weighed heavily in her favor.  He hadn’t shown any other woman this place, preferring, if they stayed to breakfast, to have it in the nook in the kitchen or the dining room, depending on her style, and to keep its charms entirely to himself.

She was so enthralled that her breakfast was getting cold and she’d barely touched it.  “Sunny, eat.  The birds’ll still be there when we’re done.”

She turned back to attend to her meal, but was easily distracted again by their antics.  Instead of letting her incur another punishment for not eating her breakfast, Rod solved the problem in a most pleasant manner by simply lifting her onto his lap and feeding her himself.  She didn’t even seem to notice, but opened her mouth like a little bird when he told her.

It was a long, leisurely meal, one that both of them thoroughly enjoyed, although Rod probably for different reasons than Sunny.  He was very happy that he’d gotten her to eat the majority of a big breakfast.  He knew from one of their mutual friends that she had been anorexic in high school and part of college, although she had recovered.  She was still too thin for his tastes; when he stretched out over her, he worried she was going to break.  He wasn’t going to have any of that not-eating crap on
his
watch.

He liked that she seemed much more relaxed with him than she had been last night.  He was still somewhat stunned by the turn of events – not that he wasn’t glad about it, but it had turned out better than anything he could have fantasized.  In his mind, he had run her through them all, almost from the moment they’d met, but the reality certainly was a hell of a lot more exciting!

Chapter VI

Rod was just about ready to call breakfast good.  But he had other things on his mind, too.  He helped Sunny off his lap and told her to bend over and touch her toes.

She was a fast learner – sometimes – and realized that putting up a fight probably wasn’t the best idea, considering the condition her hind end was already in.  So, adorned with her usual beet-red blush around him, she did as he bade.

“Good girl,” he murmured, recognizing just how hard it must be for her to do that, although he wouldn’t have hesitated to give her behind a second tanning – just as bad as the first – if she had refused.

She was so small, especially in comparison to him – not sickly and ultra thin, just fine boned.  Her delicacy pleased him, although he knew she was really hard as steel.  He thought it must have been difficult to always have to be that way as a businesswoman.  In his experience, most women had a softer side, one that, as career women, he’d found they had to lock away in order to succeed.

“Do you like other animals as much as you like the birds?” he asked, just out of curiosity.

“All of them, although I don’t own any, because it wouldn’t be fair to the dog or cat or horse or whatever, Sir.”

He nodded, having reached the same conclusion himself.

“Your skin is so soft,” he marveled, trailing his fingertips down the groove of her spine, all the way to the top of her cleft.  The birds, having breakfasted with them, had left to their own pursuits, and in the silence he could hear the way she sucked in her breath when he arrived
there
– in anticipation, no doubt, of what he might subject her to.

It ended up being something that wasn’t too horrible, she guessed, if there had only been one instance of it.  He had pressed himself – his rock hard maleness – up into her quim, withdrawing it triumphantly, covered in her slick juices.

“Are you always like this?” he asked.

Sunny laughed nervously, her eyes flittering to his and then quickly away.  “No, Sir.”

“Ahhh.  Must be the fresh country air.”

Not wanting to contribute to his ego, which didn’t need any help as far as she could tell, she didn’t bother correcting him.

This was just the first of many such inspections he conducted, whenever the mood struck him, for the rest of her time with him.  In the middle of lunch, while they were watching a gold mine of H+ episodes.  In his cozy den, curled up on the big overstuffed couch – over which she’d already been draped once – and at the end of what constituted dinner, which was leftover pizza and party food from the night before.

“I won’t always let you eat like this, you know.”  He had prohibited her from feeding herself entirely, as he’d found he enjoyed the process so much, and it allowed him to make sure she ate in sufficient quantities, and – usually – not junk food, but this was an unusual situation.

Sunny had caught his occasional references to the idea that this wasn’t just a weekend lost in time.   Despite how much she was enjoying it, she wasn’t at all sure that she wanted to commit to more, because she knew that she’d then be taking on someone who would be at least as demanding as her job, and she wasn’t sure she could do it, even for this . . . for him.  It was hard enough not to run into his study and try to find his safe when she thought he wasn’t looking, but he always
was
looking at her, watching out for her, making sure she was comfortable and had everything she wanted or needed.

She wasn’t at all sure that he was going to be willing to let her go.  She could see the headlines now . . .

“You won’t, huh, Sir?”

He did like how that title sounded coming from those beautiful lips.  “Nope.  Except for poker nights . . . well, weekends, because of the leftovers, and two cinnamon buns a week, I eat much more healthily than this, normally, and I run five miles every day.”

Sunny snorted.  “If I’m running, you’d better run, too, because there’s going to be an out of control eighteen wheeler not far behind me.”

That got a chuckle.  She liked his laugh and wished he would do more of it, although she knew it went against his serious grain, but then so did poker nights.  He was gravedigger serious most of the time but poker nights he seemed to relax a lot.  Apparently he let it all hang out the rest of the weekend, too, considering neither of them had worn clothes since the night before, and her impromptu theft of his shirt didn’t count.

“What did you say?” he asked, realizing something was missing from the end of her sentence. 

“Just thinking out loud, Sir,” she mused airily.

They hadn’t just eaten and talked, which would have been more than enough for her.  He was at least as hot for her as she was for him.  If she thought it wouldn’t have gotten her into trouble, she would have asked to inspect him for pre-cum the next time he decided to do the equivalent to her. 

Instead, he had caught her peeing in his bathroom – just threw open the door as if she had no right to privacy – which, according to him, she didn’t – and waltzed right in to stand there and watch her as she tinkled while she studiously avoided looking at him – and straight ahead into one of the many inconveniently and obscenely places placed mirrors he had around the place.  Instead she studied the ceiling, the molding, the light fixtures – anything so that she didn’t have to acknowledge his presence.

“Sunny.”

He didn’t need to say more than that.  She could already recognize that particular tone.  She wasn’t going to be able to get away with avoiding him.  As reluctantly as she could without earning herself another spanking, she finally brought her blue eyes to his black ones.

“When you use the bathroom from now on – unless others are present – you are not to close the door.  In fact, you’re not to close
any
door between us unless it’s a safety risk.”