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STRYKER WAS STERN, but his touch was gentle as he didn’t wait for her to respond. His legs were long, and she was only average, so her hands were on the floor, and it raised her butt high within a couple of seconds. It was a smooth move, and she suddenly wanted to know how many women he had taken over his knee.
“How many have you... you know.”
“Spanked? Get used to the word, baby. You will hear it often enough. You mean besides my sister?”
“You spanked Renee? I mean, she let you?”
“Well, that might be putting it too simply, but yes, I have, and yes, she has obviously survived.”
Avery’s throat was dry. “Others?” she croaked out in her embarrassed state, facing the floor.
He pulled down her borrowed sweatpants, and the air, while cooler, was warm enough. He lightly patted her bared bottom, and she wanted to protest, but did she expect anything else? She instinctively knew Stryker wouldn’t have spanked over sweats. What would be the point?
“A couple of short-term girlfriends and for fun, but this isn’t what we have here. You are more than a short-term girlfriend, and we aren’t here because it’s fun. Not this time. This is discipline, and while I don’t like having to do it, I do like making sure you understand the lines you crossed. No misunderstanding. You have a luscious ass, sweetheart. I’m going to love playing with it.”
“This is not a game.”
He slapped her right ass cheek hard and then the left. “No, it’s not. Yet.”
Avery didn’t know much about spanking rules if there were any, but she knew Stryker was not messing around. His hand was as hard and firm as a ping pong paddle. Four on one side, four on the other, and back to her right cheek. Her butt was flaming, and she could feel the pressure of what she was sure was his arousal growing and pushing into her hip.
Her hot bottom and startlingly loud swats to her backside consumed her thoughts. She found she wanted to beg him to stop and beg him to continue. Her belly was having that sensation before it moved to her hot center between her thighs. A release of fluid signaled what she would never admit; she was getting excited as he peppered her ass with the flat of his hand.
“No, I can’t do this. You have to stop. It’s... I feel odd.”
He stopped immediately. “Odd how?” his concern was loud and clear.
“My... it’s... I mean your pants... Oh, please stop.”
“Are you getting wet, baby? Are you hot and wet for me? Does this flip your switch?”
Avery groaned. “No. It can’t. There’s no... Ah! What are you... Mmm... Stryker, you can’t.”
He ran his long, slender fingers through her vaginal area, pushing inside her and scooping out cream she couldn’t believe was there. “Ah, you are sopping wet for Daddy. Tell me you are wet for Daddy.”
“Stryker, I...” he spanked her ass again, only this time included the very tops of her thighs and the fleshy crease between. “Ow, ow, please. Please, it hurts. I won’t lie again. I promise to be so honest, just stop.”
“Daddy.”
“Stryker...”
He tattooed her whole ass, the tops of her thighs and the vulnerable crease all over again. Avery couldn’t stop the tears from bursting forth. Her next words flowed without thought.
“Please, Daddy, it hurts. It really hurts. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t go behind your back again.”
Miraculously, before she made herself a blubbering fool, he stopped. He’d gotten what he wanted. She’d apologized and called him Daddy. In exchange for her capitulation, he was going to handle things she had difficulty dealing with alone. Renee said he was protective and demanding. Avery could vouch for that now. Renee had also said he was possessive and took care of his girlfriends.
It might not seem like much, but it was everything to Avery. Her father and Cass were protective, but her eldest brother didn’t have time for a much younger sister. Her father was always busy or tired until Cassidy had returned from college to work full-time on the farm, but Avery had been in high school by then. And Ben, well, Ben was Ben.
Another tweak of her nipple and she almost gave in to the overwhelming natural urge to come in spectacular glory until his magic fingers disappeared.
“You do not come until I say you can. It’s part of your punishment. Sometimes I won’t let you come at all, but you’re just learning things now.”
She tried to mute the desperately needy sound she released as he rubbed her burning bottom. Stryker laughed, his husky, smoky voice relaxing her. Until his fingers began to play again. In and out of her sheath, causing her vaginal walls to quiver. Up and down her slit, he distributed her arousal, stopping at her clit to almost but not quite touch the throbbing mess of nerves.
“Now, you took your spanking well, and Daddy is so happy you weren’t too stubborn. I don’t think there will be any bruises, but they will be small if you have some. I’m not sure your little bottom has had a spanking in years. Is Daddy right?”
“Decades,” she gasped.
“That explains why it didn’t take much to get you squirming. Daddy is going to make you feel all better.”
He already was. The slickness between her thighs made Avery realize the sweatshirt was pushed up with one hand sliding up her tummy again in pursuit, hopefully, of one of her breasts. The other? In her pussy, tracing her seam, her pants having left the scene long ago.
“Spread your legs further. Give me more access.”
“I shouldn’t.” Her breathy sounds were more evidence of her arousal. His hand left her pussy and bounced off her ass again a few times, like dribbling a basketball.
“You can’t deny me when it is part of your punishment. Do you need more? Do I need to pull off my belt?”
“What? No, no.” She spread her legs further until she was in an awkward but fully splayed position.
“Daddy. I have full access to your little pink flesh here. I won’t hesitate to educate you on the proper use of my names. We are alone.” He lightly tapped her exposed sex. “You are being punished. It’s Daddy.”
“Why?”
“Because I am taking care of you. I’ve addressed your naughty, and now I’m making you feel good.”
“Yes, sir. Yes, Daddy.” She feared the pain slapping her bits would bring, but she also loved the dominance he held over her right at that moment and the uncontrolled desire to have him do just that, tap her pink bits. But she wouldn’t risk it. Not now. Her ass throbbed, her clit throbbed, and now her nipples were being pulled and tweaked just on the light side of what she had to have to crest.
“Daddy, I need more.”
He shoved his fingers into her core entrance. “More of this?” Then he tweaked her nipple harder. “This?” Next he twiddled her clit. “Here?” and finally, “Or do you want Daddy back here.”
Stryker’s arousal-coated finger moved to her back entrance. Her anus had never been touched by another person since she had started wiping her own butt. The fear made her clench. His insistence as he massaged and pushed made her finally relax. He played her well, and when his finger slid inside, she clenched hard, but he pushed in anyway. Far, too far, and then he was out.
“We will come back to everything, but right now, Daddy needs to bring you off because he is ready to burst.”
She was as touchy as a tinderbox, and a few flicks of his finger on her clit and a light slap to her pussy sent off her rockets. He continued to play until she had not one drop of orgasm left. Then she was upright, dizzy from the time spent over his lap and partially head down. Stryker had shifted her so that her upper body was mostly on the sofa to make it easier when he brought her off. He spoke in her ear.
“Daddy has spanked you, played with you, and now he’s going to fuck you. Then I’m going to send you home for the rest of the day. Tonight, you will return with a well-stocked overnight bag and sleep with Daddy. Understand?” She almost came again at his confident statement.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now here I come, ready to plunder your slit and plow through your wetness. I’m fucking you hard, deep, and fast, darlin’. I have wanted you for weeks.”
***
STRYKER POSITIONED her as she leaned over the arm of the sofa. He lifted her so that her bottom was well displayed and was thankful for the higher than standard armrests. Without any fanfare, he unzipped, covered, aimed, and entered her. Her anal muscles clenched in waves of excitement when he spread her cheeks to have a tease.
He knew she was feeling him as he thrust hard. He hadn’t asked if she fucked often or ever. Some women went in for gentle only, but he didn’t know of any man who could resist giving a fucking here and there. He certainly couldn’t.
He might have thought she was distressed if she didn’t end every grunt and hiss with a moan. She tried to lift herself higher, reaching for even more. Stryker knew how to make this better for her. She would have to get past her inhibitions and her need to stay in control, then allow him to push past them. He had decided not to take this to consummation this first time. Just a spanking and hand play and certainly not any rear action, but Avery had reacted so well to the first orgasm, he decided this would top her off hard.
“Daddy is putting his finger in your ass now, and you are pinching your tits. When I say hard, I mean it, girl. Don’t make me have to pull off my belt on the first day.” Her whine was music to his ears. She became even slicker. “Say, yes, Daddy.”
He was close, but he would slow down enough to get her off again. He slapped her ass in a reminder. “Yes, sir, oh please, just... hurry, dammit.” Yeah, he knew.
Good enough for now. “Hold on, baby, I’ve got you.”
His finger, newly coated with her juices, lubricated her back entrance as he steadily pushed in. Though his hands were slender for the average man his height, they were still broad enough for her to notice, but smaller than his smallest plug. He rotated around the inner wall, slipping in easily, wiggling and caressing the best he could with one finger.
He would progress to two digits another time. It would be too much for Avery right now. He didn’t want her hurting, just sore as a reminder that she was well and truly claimed. And damn if her little sighs and whimpers didn’t firmly bind him to her.
“It’s time, baby. I know you’re ready. Pinch. Hard.”
He pounded hard, grinding into his girl so her clit would get rough woven material action from the arm of the sofa, and he played her back door like a harp. She sang like the angels, and he followed with his own release. Her walls of both entrances quivered and clenched. He leaned down and licked her back entrance, rimming her puckered, invaded opening, then pinched her ass. She screamed the tail end of the last climax as it rolled into a concluding one. That was the finale he was looking for. Three orgasms, the last the best.
He rested and brought his breathing down as she slowed hers. Stryker carried Avery around to the front of the sofa. He sat, bringing her down with him, and she curled into his grasp. His girl was wrung out. So was he. He’d been hard on her. Pounding instead of caressing. “Do I need to tell you that that was incredible, and you are now mine? I’ve done the ultimate caveman performance and claimed you. Left my scent on you. Marked you.”
“Well, it certainly feels as though you have clubbed me and dragged me off to the cave.” He loved that her voice was still wobbly from her orgasms.
“I was a brute, but I needed you so badly. I never even kissed you.”
“You could remedy that.” Sassy girl.
Her eyes were gray with amber flecks. Something Stryker had never noticed before. And they were pleading for gentleness. He could do that, should have done that, but he let himself take her, not in a cruel way, but with some savagery.
His kiss was light, sweet, gentle. He kissed and caressed, carefully claiming her lips, touching her cheeks, her neck, her hair. He kissed her eyes, then continued as he kissed under her ear and found a sensitive spot. Then on down her neck to finally reach her lips again. He placed his forehead on hers.
“I’m undone. You have completely enthralled me with your acceptance and willingness to allow me access to all of you. We have a connection, Avery. I don’t know how to handle the level of emotion you evoke in me.”
“I feel it too. But I can’t be an extension of you. Remember that I am my own woman. I have my own needs and wants. This is good, but I don’t want or need any more spankings.”
“I know you’re independent. It’s part of your charm. You’ll likely have to remind me about that at times, my dear. But as far as the spanking goes, I beg to differ. You need and will want them as you explore your sexuality more with me.”
“Then I will remind you, and I’ll just show you I’m a rule follower. I need to go home, shower again, and change clothes. It’s nearing noon. We will need to get some work done today.”
He sighed. “We will. Or rather, I will. You need to get a good nap, a full sleepover bag and come back. I meant it when I said you were sleeping with me tonight, in my bed, even if it is to just sleep. We’ve already done what I had planned for tonight.” His grin made her grin. “Then we’ll have done everything, leaving no questions or reticence when we start to do them more often. Now, I can see your face, and you doubt me, but I know what I’m talking about.”
Avery gave him a hard stare before jumping out of his lap to pull on the sweats. He leisurely put himself together before straightening the throw and pillows on the sofa.
“Why, because you’ve so much experience in this type of thing? Good to know.” Her tone was snarky.
“Asking for another spanking so soon after the first one? I would have thought your self-preservation would have kicked in. You’re already having second thoughts. Well, have them. Let’s get it all behind us so we can give this relationship a fighting chance, and your brother can start earning his way out of the hole he’s dug.”
“You are such an arrogant asshole, Stryker.”
“Confidence. Don’t confuse confidence with arrogance. I have both but not today. Today I am sure of what we have started here.”
Avery grabbed up her wet things and held out her hand for her panties. He patted his pocket. “It’s the first of my collection.”
Huffing her irritation because that was so hot, and she hated that he knew it, Avery snatched her drenched handbag that was still at the front entrance and nearly knocked Renee on her butt.
“Sorry,” grumbled Avery said as she tried to push past.
Renee moved out of the way and into the main office while Avery turned to make her way out the front door. Stryker’s hand was on the handle before she could turn it. His breath hot on her ear. His lips were a whisper on her cheek.
“You need to check your attitude, darlin’. Daddy will not hesitate to heat you up again. Dinner is at six, and we are clean at the table, but we don’t dress up. Usually, Renee or Callen cooks, but soon Libby will be here, and she will make dinner. If the rest of us do it, we usually order or make breakfast. Not sure what we will be doing tonight, but we always eat.”
With that, he stood back to give her room. Avery pushed out of the office with a much greater force than the door needed to accommodate her leaving. When she had gotten in her car and looked back, there was no one there to appreciate her mood when she gave the car a little too much gas and gravel went flying.
The man was infuriating, but he had flipped all her switches, and that angered her more. He shouldn’t, but she knew he would because she needed what he offered. Badly.