Treasured Submission (18 page)

Dean bent down to her core again and kissed her gently. He avoided her clit, even though it was throbbing with need. He loved her soft whimpers and cries of desire when he gently blew his warm breath across the swollen bud. He spread her labia open with the fingers of one hand, exposing her slick pink inner lips. His head bent again, and as his free hand stroked her sex, he tongued the entire length of her slit, occasionally thrusting his tongue deeply into her. Her hands moved to his head, attempting to press his mouth more firmly against the place she desperately wanted it. He heard her keen as he reached up to take hold of them. "Naughty, keep your hands down, Abby, just open for me. Let me love you."

She whimpered but obeyed, fisting her hands at her side, her body arching into him. Dean toyed with her until she thought she'd go crazy. He took a breast in one hand and began stroking it, his fingers finally closing around her nipple and gently tugging on it.

"Oh, yes," she cried, fire flowing through her body. Her legs were shaking, her feet flat on the rock, her knees spread wide, her hips thrusting up to him, begging for his touch. She had never once felt like this, he was playing her to perfection. "Please, Dean, I need you… please!"

Dean smiled as he pressed her nipple tightly between his thumb and finger, and she arched even further, the pain igniting a fire deep inside, moisture flooding and overflowing her pussy.

He licked and savored every drop, tonguing and gently nibbling on her labia. Only when he felt she was extremely close to explosion, did he finally take her entire clitoris into his mouth and suck deeply, his teeth grazing the small nodule.

Abby screamed and bucked against his mouth as her orgasm ripped through her. Forgetting his order about her hands, she grabbed his head and pressed her body into his mouth as she flew apart with the most remarkable climax of her life.

She had no idea of the picture she was creating, a woman in total surrender, open and needing the man who was loving her. Dean kept his lips on her clitoris, gently biting as he milked every spasm from her body. When he felt her shudder and whimper as her clit became overly sensitive, he lifted his head.

"Hands down, young lady or are you asking for a spanking?"

Abby blushed, and though she hesitated, she released his head and lowered her arms again. Panting with her release, languid beneath his body, she saw him sit back and then stand. As he began to remove his clothing, her heart beat hard and fast in her chest. He was magnificent, his body tanned and hard. She had not imagined he would look even better nude, but when he finally stood before her, rolling a condom over his erection, his desire for her was very evident. Her entire body flushed and her sex tingled as if she had not just exploded.

Dean watched as she closed her eyes. "Eyes open. Look at me, Abby, don't close me out."

She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. Dean knelt beside her and drew her up into his arms. She burrowed into him, kissing him deeply, feeling her desire ignite again. He took his time kissing her again and again, stroking down her body with gentle and yet somehow firm and demanding fingers. When he stroked between her legs, she whimpered, but obeyed when he whispered for her to spread her legs for him. He pushed a finger deep up inside her and she clung to him, wanting more than his finger. He stroked in and out of her wetness, her returning arousal evident as more moisture flowed over his finger.

He laid her back down and she watched as he knelt between her legs. Taking an ankle in each hand, he spread her even wider, to the point of slight discomfort. At her attempt to pull her legs back together to ease the strain, he stopped her. "No. I want them wide open, Abigail, spread for me." She blushed at his order, but didn't even think about disobeying, slowly opening her legs again. "Good girl," he whispered, his lips taking her mouth again. With a moan, she realized that she could taste herself on his lips. As he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, she did something she'd never done before. She sucked on his tongue, feeling her insides clench, and loving the sound of his own moan. When she released him, he kissed her once more.

"What a good girl," he whispered, loving the color that stained her cheeks. "I'm going to take you now, put your hands over your head and keep them there."

The statement of his intention caused her to shudder but she was more aroused than she thought possible at the demand. She lifted her hands above her head and clasped them tightly together, not entirely sure he had been kidding about his earlier spanking comment.

Dean nodded his approval and bent to tease, lick, and bite her throbbing nipples until she was once again writhing under him. He grinned and positioned himself at her slick opening. Looking up, he gave her an order, "Keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch you as I fuck you, don't close them; I want them open so I can see deep into them as you cum for me."

His explicit words caused her clit to twitch and her entire body to flush. No man had ever spoken to her in this way. No man had ever before given her orders that caused her to blush, but also caused her to wish nothing more than to obey. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her eyes on his, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her pulse racing.

Dean's cock jerked at her response and he knew he needed to seat himself before he lost control. "Good girl," he said.

She gave a small shriek and arched as he thrust inside her with the first glorious stroke. He filled her slowly, stretching her wider than she had ever been before. Her eyes fluttered closed with the intensity, until she gave a startled yelp as his hand connected with a sharp slap to her bottom. "Eyes!"

They instantly opened to see him watching her, somehow managing to hold himself still—as if teaching her that all the pleasure could and would stop if she didn't remember to obey. Shuddering with the intensity of her response to his order, her skin tingling slightly from that single slap, she gave him a nod. "Yes, Sir," she repeated.

With her answer, Dean smiled and pressed forward again, opening her, filling her. He went slowly, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him as he stretched her. She felt heavenly around him. Her pussy clenched around his invading cock as if demanding he press deeper into her willing body. However, he wanted to make this last, wanted to imprint his love for her. He drew back until he was almost unseated and loved her look of desperation, her need.

"Please, oh, please," she begged, lifting her hips as if trying to force him deeper. He thrust forward again, and she screamed in lust as he buried himself to the hilt. Her hands came up and grabbed his shoulders, but he pulled them away, gathered them in one of his large hands and pushed them back over her head again.

"Naughty," he whispered, leaning down and speaking the word gently against her lips. "You must really want that spanking, young lady." Her eyes were glued to his as he pressed his lips to hers. Her head shook softly from side to side. He kissed her again and said, "You'll always answer me, Abigail, always verbally."

Concentrating on his words was virtually impossible as he gently flexed his hips against hers, drawing slowly in and out of her body. She was giving more of herself on a much deeper level than ever before in her life, loving the way this man was controlling their lovemaking.

Abby now knew the difference between the sex she had shared with Nick, and the true lovemaking of two people who were made for each other. Every nerve ending in her body was strumming. She saw him still waiting for her response and she murmured, "Yes, Sir. Oh, no, I mean, no…no, Sir, I don't want a spanking, Sir."

He grinned and said, "Then obey me. No more warnings."

"Yes, Sir," she said, the two little words conveying not only her desire to obey, but to offer him respect that she was proud to bestow on him.

"Thank you," Dean said, as he began to thrust harder and faster in her delicious warmth. Feeling her climax building, Abby was shocked, as she had never before been able to climax from simple intercourse. She had always had to have her clitoris directly stimulated, either by her own hands, or Nick's while he was fucking her. Despite his stating that he was going to 'fuck' her, Dean wasn't doing so. He was thoroughly and completely making love to her. Dean didn't allow her the use of her hands, he kept them exactly where he wanted them, held within one of his. He wasn't using his free hand either. He was simply using his cock, driving it in and out of her pussy, pounding harder and deeper than she thought possible. She kept her eyes on his, loving the way he watched her as he loved her. Her orgasm built to an intense height and she screamed as she shattered, her every nerve ending pulsing with the explosion.

Dean felt her pussy clutching his cock, milking him with her contractions. He groaned and thrust deeply into her, taking his free hand and lifting her bottom up, opening her even further as she continued to contract. Pushing inside her as deeply as possible, loving the look of wonder written on her face, he began to move faster, his heavy balls slapping against her upturned pussy with every stroke. Abby writhed beneath him, her hips moving to meet his every advance, soft whimpers filling the air at each withdrawal. Dean knew that life offered a few glimpses of heaven and making love to Abby was one of those rare moments. He gave a few additional hard thrusts before he erupted. His moans of ecstasy joined hers, his entire body shuddering as well.

She gripped him tightly, her hands desperately wanting to be free, to hold him, to pull him against her, but they were held tight. She pumped her hips against him as he continued to ejaculate. As he bent to cover her body with his, she moaned and said, "Oh God, thank you, oh God, I…I never knew."

He lifted his head and smiled at her. "No, thank you, Abby. You are incredible." He kissed her mouth, then released her hands to cup her face with his own hands. Once freed, she kept her hands above her head, feeling somewhat bereft of his control. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose and then her mouth. Breathing him in, she felt totally sated, not caring that she was still spread wide, her body obeying his commands. He eventually drew back, and, thinking they were done, she tried to sit up a bit, to allow him space.

Dean gave her a sharp look and then smiled. "Oh not yet, baby girl, not by a long shot."

As she felt his cock beginning to harden inside her again, her eyes flew wide at the realization that this man was not yet done with her. She couldn't believe how quickly he was ready to take her again. Whimpering with the realization that she was just as ready as he, she felt him withdraw and watched as he reached for his jeans, pulling another condom from his pocket.

"No, please," she whispered, her face blushing scarlet as he was about to tear the packet open with his teeth. "I'm on the pill, please, I want to feel you…just your skin in–inside me."

Dean knew he was free of any diseases, and knew Abby had not been sexually active in years, as they had discussed their relationships before. When she reached for the foil packet, he released it and watched as she tossed it aside.

Giving him a look that screamed submission, she lifted her arms above her head once, again clasping her fingers together. Bending to kiss her, he lowered himself and slowly sank into her once more. He began to slowly move in and out of her, taking his time and allowing his body to savor the warmth of her body caressing every inch of his cock.

Dean's breast play was harder this time, nipping and sucking and then pinching her taut nipples between his fingers, until she was writhing and flooding his cock with her climax, moaning softly but begging for more. He thrust into her as he cupped the globes of her ass in his hands to lift her high, moving ever deeper until he stiffened and spilled himself inside her willing body. As they came down from ecstasy, he pulled her to lie on top of him and cradled her in his arms. She felt more at peace than ever before in her life.

"That was incredible," she whispered.

"You, my beautiful Abby, are my treasure—one I promise never to take for granted."

With the warmth of the rock heating the blanket, they slept. As the sun's rays bore down on the entwined couple, Dean finally stirred. Enjoying the feel of Abby in his arms, he allowed her to sleep as he replayed their lovemaking in his head, remembering every moment and every look that had filled her eyes. As if feeling his eyes on her, she opened her own, giving him a languid smile.

"I'm hot," she said, sitting up and wiping strands of hair away from her face.

Dean grinned. "Yes, you are."

Abby's face colored, secretly pleased at his compliment. "You know what I meant," she giggled.

"Can you swim?" he asked, after standing and drawing her up beside him, both their bodies glistening with perspiration.

"Yes, since I was a baby and I've got the trophies to prove it, why?"

His answer was to lead her to the edge of the boulder, her hand held securely in his. "Trust me?" he asked, looking down at her with a grin on his face that took years off his age.

"Totally," she said, knowing she could trust this man with her heart, her soul, her very life.

"On the count of three," he said, and she looked down at the river that now seemed impossibly far beneath her gaze. "One…two…three," Dean shouted, and leapt out into space, pulling Abby with him.

Her shriek ripped through the quiet, until it was silenced as the shockingly chilly water engulfed them both. Coming up for air, she was sputtering and laughing at the same time.

"God, that was terrifying!" she shouted, playfully punching him. He grinned and pulled her close so that her arms were trapped against his chest.

He kissed her and then said, "I seem to remember you scare quite easily, little girl." Her giggle told him she remembered shrieking during their original meeting. "But I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

She grinned. "Yes, I loved it! God, what a thrill! I want to do it again!"

His look grew serious. "Never jump off until I show you exactly where to stand. It's dangerous." Seeing her roll her eyes, he pulled her closer. "Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm serious, young lady. I've been swimming here all my life, but if you jump wrong, you could land on a hidden rock or tree limb under the surface and get seriously hurt. Unless you want to learn what a discipline spanking involves, never jump alone until I teach you where it's safe. I'm not joking, Abby."

"Sure, I understand," Abby conceded, hiding her amusement at his warning by pulling away and diving under the surface.

They swam and splashed each other, letting the cool water refresh their bodies. Skinny dipping was a new experience for Abby, and she found the freedom exhilarating. She knew she'd hate having to ever don a confining bathing suit again.

She especially loved it when she lay in Dean's arms, her hair floating all around her, trusting him to keep her safe as he swirled her about in the water. The feeling of the hot sun beating down against her peaked nipples poking out of the chilly water was a sensation she could never have imagined.

After about an hour, Dean pulled her out of the river and led her to the boulder again. He loved watching her naked wet bottom as she climbed up the rock, and felt his cock twitch again.

He grinned, thinking this place would forever remind him of the Garden of Eden, Abby's nakedness seeming natural in the serene setting, and a definitely beautiful addition to their surroundings. Looking at the sky, he called out to her. "Abs, I'm going to check the stringer. We'll need to get going pretty soon if we don't want to walk back in shadows."

"Okay!" she called back over her shoulder.

Dean went back down the boulder and around it to get their fish. He was standing waist-deep in the water, pulling the line up, when he heard a huge splash. He dropped the line and turned around, looking in all directions, thinking a dead limb from one of the overhanging tress had fallen into the river.

Seeing nothing, he called out, "Abby?" and called again louder when she didn't answer. He rushed out of the water and raced to climb the boulder, stubbing his toe on the rock in his haste to get to the top. With a sharp curse at the throbbing in his toe, he scanned the boulder. Running to the edge, terrified she had fallen leaning over as she had done earlier, he looked down into the river. "Abby?" he screamed, searching for any sign of her.

He finally dove into the river and looked under the surface. He didn't see her and had to come up for air. When he surfaced, he screamed her name again and again. He was preparing to dive again when he heard laughter. Shocked, he treaded water and looked up. He was stunned to see Abby sitting on the edge of the boulder, swinging her legs out into the empty air and laughing—actually having the gall to smile and wave at him!

Disbelief at what she had done made his blood boil. He swam to the bank, and forced himself to remain still, taking several slow and deep breaths to calm himself. Oh, he'd spank her ass for what she had just done, but he knew he needed to get past the stark terror her idiotic prank had caused, and arrive at a place where the discipline came from love and care rather than from anger or fear.

When his heart no longer felt as if it were going to jump from his chest, he calmly climbed the boulder. Without pausing, he stalked to where she was still sitting, grabbed her arm, and before she knew what was happening, had her torso securely held between his arm and his side, his free hand descending on her naked bottom at a rapid pace.

Too shocked to speak, it took several swats before Abby realized he was spanking her. "Stop!" she yelled, and then shrieked as his hand continued to rain blow after blow onto her bottom. "Stop! Don't spank me! You can't! Stop, you said not yet, not yet!" she demanded, her fists beating against the back of his leg, her feet kicking at his shins, twisting and squirming as she fought to escape.

Dean didn't speak as he lifted her off her feet only long enough to walk a short distance to the ice-chest. He placed one foot on top of the cooler, bending her over his thigh, keeping her tight against his side. When he calmly resumed her spanking, she could no longer kick at him, as her feet were several inches above the ground. Her legs didn't stop moving—scissoring in the empty space, the unbalanced position beneficial in keeping her hands from pounding against his thigh and his lower back, as she was now clinging to his leg with both hands. Not until after he had covered every inch of her ass and spanked down the backs of her thighs, did Dean even begin to slow.

"What did I just tell you, young lady? What did I say about jumping? I can't believe you pulled such a stupid stunt. What the hell were you thinking? Shit, Abigail, you scared the hell out of me!" He drew his hand back and swatted her bottom again, his hand almost able to cover the entire surface with one stroke.

"I'm sorry!" she wailed as he renewed her spanking. "Stop, please…please, it hurts!" she begged, her legs kicking out again.

"It's a spanking, and believe me, it's supposed to hurt. I warned you, Abigail. You disobeyed, and your ass better damn well be aching!"

Abby was in shock and in pain. She sobbed and wailed but eventually wore out, the fight leaving her as her legs dropped limply. Dean tucked her more firmly against his side, and his spanking slowed in both speed and intensity. He didn't stop until she sobbed, "I'm so–sorry, Sir. Please, oh God, it hurts. Please, Sir, please stop…please!"

Dean gave her a few more swats across her now cherry-red rear and then set her on her feet before him. Her hands immediately flew back to rub her heated skin, and he quickly grabbed them, pinning her arms to her sides.

"No rubbing. I've spanked your ass for a reason and you can just let it burn."

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Ohhh, but, please…please, Dean, let me rub. It hurts so much!" Abby begged, but he kept her hands pinned to her sides.

He shook his head firmly and repeated his earlier words. "God, Abigail, what the hell were you thinking? You could have injured yourself or even gotten killed. Shit, I can't believe you just did that. I just can't fucking believe you'd pull something like that."

Abby hiccupped and really looked at him, noting the fear in his eyes. She immediately felt very guilty and stammered, "I didn't mean to scare you, I, I just wanted to…" she paused, her eyes sliding away before meeting his again. "I'm a very good swimmer and won ribbons in diving in high school. I know..."

Dean shook his head and interrupted, "Abigail, I don't give a rat's ass if you are Esther Williams! Hell, you could be a better diver than Greg Louganis and I still would have blistered your ass, that's not the fucking point."

"Don't you curse at me, Dean Koonig!" Abby shouted, her guilt causing her to explode. "God, you act like I meant to do it, to scare you! It was…was just a joke. You talk about trust and all that shit, yet you broke that trust. What about your promise not to spank me? You said not yet and then you, you beat me!" She burst into tears that had nothing to do with the throbbing of her bottom.

Dean took several deep breaths, and was only able to speak calmly due to his years of experience in the lifestyle. "Abigail, you heard me tell you not to jump, not to ever jump without me or before I showed you where it's safe. You not only heard me tell you not to, you heard me warn you what would happen if you disobeyed. And, young lady, not only did you hear that warning, you also agreed that you understood. I trusted you to mean what you said. How can you speak of trust? You broke my trust when you disobeyed me and put yourself in harm's way. Abigail, it wasn't a fucking joke, and you didn't surprise me—you scared ten years off my life!"

Pausing, he closed his eyes, the memory of how he had felt causing his heart to threaten to stop. "When I couldn't see you, couldn't find you in the water, all I could imagine was that you had hit your head and been knocked unconscious. I was terrified you would drown before I could find you—if I could find you. God, don't you realize I would die if something had happened to you?"

The fear in his eyes, and the raw emotion in his voice, caused a wave of tsunami proportions to wash through her. He had given her the most beautiful day of her life and she had ruined it with her stupid decision. "Okay, I understand. It was a stupid thing to do. I admit I scared you, but you scared me when you just started spanking me. Since nothing really bad happened, let's just forget it, okay? I'll forgive you for overreacting if you'll just not be mad at me anymore."

Dean shook his head as he pulled her against his chest. The beautiful woman clinging to him at this moment might not ever want to touch him again after listening to what he was about to say. It was obvious to him that, despite her spanking, she was not getting his message. If she had, she never would have cursed and accused him of beating her. If the spanking had done its job, she would have been able to make a sincere apology instead of trying to convince him that it hadn't been a big deal and he had no reason to spank her in the first place.

"No, Abigail, we can't just forget it. You did an incredibly foolish thing. Thank God nothing bad happened, but you need to understand exactly how serious it could have been." Though he wouldn't enjoy what he was about to ask her to submit to, as the man who loved her, it was his duty to do so. "I want you to go cut a switch and bring it to me. I want you to willingly get the implement that I'm going to use to stripe your ass until you realize just how serious this was. A simple spanking is not enough to take care of your blatant disobedience. Putting yourself in a situation that might have killed you… no, forgetting is just not an option and that simple hand spanking is not nearly enough."

She froze as his words slowly penetrated her fuzzy mind. Did he just say he was going to switch her? He wanted to spank her again? The skin of her ass still ached, and she couldn't believe he wanted more from her.
A 'simple' spanking?
God if that was simple, she didn't think she could ever handle anything more. Dean was silent, holding her close and stroking her hair and her back. Her mind was going ninety miles an hour.

"Abigail, the choice is yours to make. You know how I feel about you and about the need to take you in hand. I don't want to switch you, but, sweetheart, I need to do so. I'm not asking you to do this because I am mad. I'm not mad, but I can't allow you to ever think that putting yourself in danger will go unnoticed or undisciplined. I'm asking you to trust me in this. I'm also asking you to look deep inside yourself, past the fear of the pain of a switching… and, yes, I admit it will be painful. Look inside and tell me if you feel like you are free of the guilt I know you are struggling with. If you can tell me you feel properly punished and your heart and soul are free of guilt, then, well, I will consider your punishment done. If not, then, honey, you know what I require you to do."

What should she do? What could she do? After a few minutes, her heart took over. She didn't have to look all that deeply to know how much the guilt was consuming her. All she had to do was listen to his heart pounding in his chest beneath her ear to understand just how badly she had scared him, just how much he had to care to be so obviously upset. His gentling touch on her back allowed her to accept what was needed. Despite her fear of the pain he had just promised, she finally nodded her head and pushed back a bit. She looked up at him and, not allowing her head to overturn her heart, whispered, "Yes, Sir."

Dean looked down at her, her eyes wide with the fear of what he had asked and the desire to make it right. His brow furrowed just the slightest, one eyebrow lifting as he considered another emotion he saw shining through her glistening tears. Hiding behind the fear and desire, he saw a flicker of what he was almost positive was guilt. When she squirmed just the slightest and slid her eyes from his, any uncertainty he had disappeared. Abigail might be struggling as she attempted to accept the fact that she had just gotten spanked for her actions, but she was also struggling with guilt. Dean released her, and walked over to where he had tossed his clothing earlier. Going to his pants, he dug through his pockets, handing her a folding knife. His fingers closed over hers. "Be careful with this. I don't want you to get hurt."