Victorious (17 page)

He spanks my ass with his free hand—harder than he did last night. “What goes on out there does
not
come in here, you got me?”

“Yeah.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. I’m still so angry with him.

“Yes, who?”

“
Sir
. Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t get sassy with me, Natalie, or I’ll have to spank this sexy ass until it’s so sore you won’t be able to sit for a week without remembering how it got so sore.”

I have so much I’d like to say to that, but I bite my tongue. I have a feeling I’ll be sore enough from the other things he has planned without adding that pain to the mix.

“Tell me what I’m doing to you right now.”

He wants me to say the words? Of course he does. “You’re putting your fingers in me.”

“Where am I putting them?”

“In my ass.”

“And what am I doing with them?”

“You’re stroking me.”

“What’s the word I would use?”

Though I’m not a prude about swearing, I’ve trained myself to avoid those words in my career as an elementary school teacher—training that is no longer necessary. “Fucking.”

“That’s right. Now say the whole thing.”

“You’re… You’re fucking my ass with your fingers.”

“Mmm,” he says, nibbling on my right ass cheek, “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

I roll my eyes, which of course he can’t see. I only talk dirty to him when he makes me.
 

He gets me to say the words, and then he’s gone again, leaving me trembling and weak with need. I’ve never felt quite so needy in my life. It’s the not knowing what to expect that has me right on the edge, ready to implode. I hear the click of the cap again and the squishy sound of liquid.
What is he doing?

Then I feel pressure again, only this is something other than fingers. The pressure is intense.

“Push back, sweetheart.”

“W-what is it?”

“No questions, remember?”

I exhale before drawing in another deep breath, trying to breathe my way through the pain of my muscles fighting the intrusion. Whatever it is, it’s much bigger and wider than his fingers were. I’m not at all sure I can take it.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing great. This is the widest part now. You can do it.”

Wider?
How is that possible? All of my focus and attention are on the tight stretch of my ass struggling to take the object, which is how he is able to catch me completely off guard when he chooses that moment to stroke my clit. Forgetting all about where we are, I scream from the bolt of pleasure that takes my mind off the intrusion in back and allows him to fully seat the object in my ass.

Oh. My.
God
. If he doesn’t let me come, right now, I’m going to lose my mind.

“You did so great, Nat. I wish you could see how amazing your ass looks stretched around the plug. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I feel the head of his penis pressing into me, and the fit is so tight because of the plug that I don’t think I can take him.
 

“Easy, sweetheart. You can do it. Relax and let me in.” He goes slowly, giving me small increments, stretching me beyond the point of pain and into a realm I never knew existed until he showed me how it could be. Then the object in my ass begins to vibrate, and I come undone.
 

Flynn is right there with me, driving into me hard and fast as I yield to him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I give myself over to him completely. I’m his in every possible way, to do with as he pleases because I know that whatever pleases him will please me, too.

His hands slide under me to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm crashes over me like a huge wave, sucking me under and stealing the breath from my lungs as every part of my body reacts to the overwhelming release.
 

Flynn pinches my nipples again, triggering a second smaller orgasm, as he comes with a groan. The plug makes it so I feel everything so much more acutely, including the heat of his release that fills me deep inside. He comes down on me so his chest is pressed against my back, his hands still cupping my breasts.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to come.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“You’re going to need to learn to help it.”

“How do I do that?”

“With practice. For now, you’ve earned a punishment.” His words, whispered close to my ear, make me tremble. He pulses inside me, reminding me he’s still there, as if I could forget. Raising himself up, he places his hands on my hips and withdraws from me slowly, tapping on the plug, which makes me gasp from the sensation that travels through me. “Your punishment will be keeping the plug in place until we get home to LA.”

“That’s hours from now!”

“Which will give you plenty of time to think about how you’ll better control yourself next time.” He removes the pillows from under my hips. “Turn over. I want to see your face.”

When I’m on my back looking up at him, he kisses me. His erection is already coming back to life between us. “That was so hot, sweetheart. I love your sweet ass. Did it feel good for you, too?”

“Again, you have to ask? The screaming orgasm wasn’t proof enough?”

“I like to hear the words.”

“I loved it.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Were you scared at all?”

“Not in the way that you mean. I was anxious because I didn’t know what to expect and couldn’t see what you were doing.”

“That’s part of it. Denying one sense heightens the others. Because blindfolding is a hard limit for you, the position today is a way around that. You can’t see me, but you’re not in the dark.”

“You’re very clever.”

“I’ve been practicing for years. I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.”

It pains me to think of him practicing with other women.

“What? Something just upset you.”

“It’s just the thought of you doing this with other women…” I close my fist and rest it on my breastbone. “Hurts right here, as unreasonable as that may be.”

“It’s not unreasonable. The thought of any other man touching you makes me crazy, so I get it. But you should know, every woman who came before you was the dress rehearsal for the main event. They were getting me ready for you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but if we ever run into any of them, don’t tell me. I’m better off not being able to picture them.”

“I thought you knew everything about me before we met?”

It’s funny now that I thought I knew him so well before we met, when I knew only what was reported about him. The real man is so much more complex than even the paparazzi who stalk him relentlessly could ever begin to imagine. “I know about the famous ones. I’m sure there were legions of others.”

“Not
legions
…”

I poke his belly, making him grunt with laughter.
 

“You’re the only one who has truly mattered, Nat. You have to know that.”

“I do, but I never get tired of hearing it.”

“I’ll have to tell you more often, then.” He rubs his stomach and stretches. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Want to get up and eat and watch a movie?”

“How am I supposed to do all that with this
thing
in my butt?”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“
When
will I get used to it?”

“You earned this punishment fair and square, sweetheart. Don’t make me add to it by complaining about it.”

“I think it’s only fair that you should have to do this sometime so you know how it feels.”

“Nope.”

“That’s so hypocritical.”

“It’s not something that interests me. It
is
something that interests you. Thus there’s nothing hypocritical about it.”

“You were a lawyer in your past life, weren’t you?”

He gets out of bed and pulls a pair of gym shorts from his backpack. “Funny, my mother used to say the same thing when I would argue everything to death with her and my dad.”

“I can so picture that.”

“Come on, lazy girl. Time to get up and have dinner with your husband.” He disappears into the adjoining bathroom to wash up.

I move carefully, aware every second of the plug that’s lodged in my ass. At least it’s no longer vibrating. I’m thankful for small favors. In the bag I brought with me to New York, I find clean panties, a pair of sweats and a long-sleeve T-shirt that I put on without a bra. There is definitely something to be said for traveling in luxurious comfort. The cross-country flights are beginning to feel routine to me.

He comes out, and I take a turn in the bathroom. With my pants down, I turn to look in the mirror at the plug, which is red. The flat end is visible between my cheeks, and the sight of it there is oddly arousing.

I join Flynn in the salon, sitting slowly and gingerly. When I catch him smiling at me, I scowl in return, which only makes him laugh. I’m glad one of us thinks this is funny.

The flight attendant comes out with menus and wine lists for each of us.

“I’m in the mood for seafood and chardonnay,” he says after a quick perusal. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

I study the menu while the attendant waits to take my order. When I decide, I look up at her, but before I can give her my order, the words are stolen from my lips as the plug begins to vibrate again.
 

“Nat?” Flynn asks, the picture of innocence.

“I… um, I’ll have the same.”

“Very good,” the perky woman says, taking our menus. “I’ll be right back with your wine.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” I whisper to him the minute we’re alone, which is when the plug miraculously stops vibrating.
 

“What did I do?”

“Don’t act all innocent. You turned on the
thing
and made it so I couldn’t speak.”

“How does a plug in your ass make it so you can’t speak?”

“Don’t say that out loud! She might hear you.”

His low rumble of laughter makes me want to smack him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“You bet your
ass
I am.”

“Enough already with my ass.”

“I’m just getting started on your ass, sweetheart.”

“Clearly, I’ve made a deal with the devil.”

“You’re just figuring that out now?”

The flight attendant returns, bringing our wine and salads. I take a sip from my glass and nearly choke when the vibrating begins anew. Somehow, I manage to swallow the wine. “
Flynn!
Stop!”

He’s laughing too hard to speak.
 

Then the buzzing shifts up a notch, becoming more intense and incredibly arousing. God, how is it possible that I’m getting so turned on from a vibrating plug in my ass? It’s unfathomable that I should like this as much as I do. Just as I’m really getting into it, the buzzing stops, and I collapse into my chair.

“Eat your dinner, Nat.”

“I hate you right now.”

“No, you don’t. You love me.”

“First you pay off my student loans behind my back, and now this.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I’m an awful bastard.”

“Well, at least you know it.”

“You’re still mad about the loans?”

“Yes, I’m still mad. You can’t sex me out of being mad at you.”

“Damn. It was worth a try.” He turns in his seat so he’s facing me. “Nat, listen, I know you’re pissed about the loans, and I get why. I suppose I can’t have it both ways—”

“Have what both ways?”

“I love that you couldn’t care less about my money, but with that comes your fierce independence, which I also respect.”

“I’m not with you because of your money.”

“I know that, sweetheart. That’s what I’m saying. I appreciate that you don’t care about the money, but the fact is, I have more of it than I can ever spend in a lifetime. Hell, in two lifetimes. And seeing you worried or upset about paying off those loans after you lost your job because of me… I had to fix that for you. I hope you can try to understand my perspective.”

“It was nice of you. I won’t deny that, but the
way
you did it was wrong. We talked about it, I told you I wanted some time to figure out how to handle the loans, and you disregarded my wishes. I’m not going to put up with that, Flynn. I don’t care who you are.”

“Come here.”

“What? We’re going to eat, and we’re having a conversation.”

“Come.
Here
.”

Aggravated, I get up from my seat and stand in front of his. “I’m here. What do you want?”

He reaches for me and brings me down on his lap, the plug bouncing off his thighbone and making me gasp from the sensations.
 

“What has gotten into you?”