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AVERY WAS QUIET, TOO quiet. It was the weekend, and not much was going on since everyone was tired from the early wake-up call. They were lucky enough not to get up as early as they used to when there weren’t as many hands working the ranch. Six was their normal wake-up call, but a rude awakening and instant movement before five made the need for sleep come earlier than usual. Or so he thought.
Stryker picked up the remote. “So, what’ll it be tonight?”
Renee said, “I won’t be here. I’m riding in with Carson and Seamus to the Cattleman. Anyone else want to go?”
“I’ve got a date, so we might end up there later,” said Callen.
“Declan has his seminar tonight, so he’ll be late unless he decides he wants to stay on campus. I bet he’ll be tired,” said Renee. “You want to go with us?”
“I think we’ll sit this one out. Avery is feeling better today, but one more night in won’t hurt, and I’m feeling my energy wane some.”
Avery nodded. “I don’t think I’ll be good company. I’m tired and a little grumpy but thanks for the offer. You guys have fun.”
After everyone left, Avery and Stryker finished the show they were watching and turned off the television.
“Well, my girl. How’s your head?”
“Fine. I’m okay, Stryker. I’ve recovered. I just look bad.”
“I’m glad you’re better, and the bruises will go away. That’s what I keep telling myself, so I don’t lose my shit all over again. Are you sure you won’t press charges?”
“I know it doesn’t look it, but except for being tender, I don’t notice anything now. He’s my brother, Stryker. I can’t press charges against my brother. Not for something like this. You didn’t see his face; he didn’t mean for me to hit so hard, and he was trying to protect me.”
“Well, we will have to agree to disagree on that one. He chose a sorry assed way to take care of his sister. Now, if you’re better, that means we can address the incident the other day, yesterday after work and this morning.”
Avery didn’t answer, but she started fidgeting with her shirt, twisting and flattening it only to retwist it again. Stryker put his hand over hers. “We need to talk about it.”
“I guess we should talk about it.”
“Yes, we should. Strip, darlin’.”
“What? Wait, that isn’t talking.”
“Yes, it’s talking. It’s also settling the ledger, paying your debt, then getting your reward.”
“But isn’t it too soon. I mean, it’s only been a few days.” Avery tried to scoot away from Stryker, but his hold was too firm.
“Did you lie to me about feeling better?” That voice, that kicked up eyebrow. She was toast.
“No, but...”
“Good, now do you need me to help you take things off?” Avery shook her head.
“Then, while I close up the house, I will expect you to take every last stitch off.”
“In here?” she screeched.
“Yep. We are the only ones here and will be for hours. Now is the best time to get this over with. No one will be around to hear you cry, scream, or moan.”
“Look, I’ll suck you off instead.”
“Oh, no, that’s already part of the evening. You agreed to that if you didn’t come home on time. Now do it, or I’ll add this accusing me of lying and then arguing with me when I tried to take care of you with the rest, and your list is long enough as it is. I’ll be back, and you had better be naked and bent over that sofa arm, ass high, legs spread.”
Avery was about to receive a spanking to remember. Stryker loved her spirit, her intelligence, and her loyalty. Hell, he loved everything about Avery, but she put herself out there too often, even when it placed her at a disadvantage or in jeopardy. That was about to end.
Stryker turned on the alarm and grabbed his bag from the bedroom. Play was always a part of his discipline, or it had been until Avery invaded his heart. It was more difficult for him to separate things now because he loved Avery, making the stakes so much higher. But tonight, Stryker had a whole evening planned, and he intended to do it all. He hadn’t made love to her in days. Hadn’t spanked her in several weeks. It was time. And his energy suddenly soared.
As he rounded the corner to the family room, the picture that greeted him challenged his resolve to clear the ledger books and then take her. He stood still, rearranging his goods, pushing against the zipper of his black jeans, taking slow deep breaths. There his girl was, naked, draped over the sofa arm, feet off the ground, butt high, legs spread, arms out. Delectable perfection.
He walked over to her and kissed her ass cheeks. He wanted to bite them and lick them, then take her ass so badly he had to calm his breathing. His hand caressed her behind, caressing it with his tongue, then spread her firm cheeks and rubbed her anus.
“You are sheer perfection.”
Avery sighed. She dreaded the punishment, but the funishment and the kinky extras excited her. She was already slick, and the moment Stryker touched her dark entrance, her nerve endings ignited with tingling heat.
“I’m sorry I questioned your honesty and ignored your concerns.”
“I know, baby. But I wouldn’t be taking care of you if I didn’t make sure you learned to stop putting yourself in danger. Going against what I tell you is the safe way to proceed is the fastest way to find yourself in hot water. I don’t try to curb you often, but you are expected to listen to me when I do. I expect your good sense to step in and stop you from doing stuff like walking into a gaming hall. When it doesn’t, you will find yourself in this same position waiting for Daddy to set you straight.”
“Isn’t there another way to get your point across?”
“Like how? I already told you my reasoning and explained why I didn’t want you there and finally forbade you to take chances. Paying the price for choosing to disobey my final edict is all that I have left.”
She sighed heavily. “I know, but don’t you think getting hurt is enough of a reminder of what happens following Ben?”
“It’s not following Ben that upsets me. It’s following him into the gaming hall after the last time was so badly received.”
“In hindsight, it was a dumb thing to do. I did almost turn around when I thought of what you’d say, but then I heard Ben.”
“Guess my voice nor your inner voice isn’t strong enough yet. It will be. Now, this is how we are going to go. First, we are going to have a few swats for not waiting for me in the bedroom this morning, like I said.” He continued rubbing her backside, a little more intently now.
“But I cooked you breakfast.”
“And met me at an open door.”
“Oh, right.”
“Avery, we didn’t know what was going on out there, and someone could have come in and used you to get what they wanted. In the bedroom, you could have locked the door.”
The warmth from his hand landed on the small of her back as he held her in place. The slight movement alerted her to the first smack. One, two, three, four, five, six. The sting was not bad, but already she could feel the heat build. He’d centered his swats on her bottom. She’d done some research since Stryker had first mentioned spanking. This was a warm-up, like the rubbing, to bring the blood to the surface so she wouldn’t bruise. She had enough of those, thank you very much.
“Now, we will talk about the next infraction. You went to see Ben even though I told you I didn’t want you to go and it was a bad idea. Ten swats for that.”
Avery decided to say nothing and just let Stryker have his way. He needed to exert his authority as much as he was demonstrating his displeasure. She needed him to prove how much he cherished her, and her core excitement was long overdue.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” Three hard slaps on her ass made her squeal when she felt each finger of his hand. “Ow!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Better. But I want another name, and you know it.” He landed three more stinging swats. Avery kicked her legs.
“Daddy! Yes, Daddy!” His hands rubbed her insulted behind, and she could feel herself relax.
“Now, let’s get those ten out of the way.”
“Wait, that was six already.”
“Are we arguing about it again?”
“No! No.”
“Good.”
The burn was intense, the sting lingering as every spank heated her more both inside and out, creating a tingling that seemed overwhelming. Cries slipped out, followed by moans. The pain was mixing with something else, her physical cravings. Finally, the ten were finished, and this time, when Stryker rubbed her ass, it was sore and hot as hell. Her butt wiggled almost of its own accord. Her nipples were so tightly drawn, they hurt. And she ached for satisfaction.
“Okay, now for the crime of not being home by ten Thursday night.”
“But I couldn’t.”
“Because of another bad choice which we will address soon. Up you go.” Avery took a deep breath and wondered what was next.
Stryker led his girl around the sofa and to the side table where his bag was sitting. “Bend over and touch the floor. Now spread your legs. That’s it.”
Stryker slowly unzipped his bag and pulled out the lube and the plug he’d chosen for her tonight. Avery hadn’t had bottom play before him, but he’d spent a little time orienting her to the sensations and his fingers. Tonight, he’d use a plug about two fingers wide. More than his one finger but not anything she couldn’t handle.
“No moving, or you get ten with my belt. Understand?”
“Yes.” The splat his hand made on her ass was answered with a loud cry and “Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy. I forgot.” One more landed on the other cheek. “I won’t forget again, Daddy.”
“I know you won’t.” His tone was indulgent, gentle. “Spread them a little more, darlin’. That’s a good girl.”
The liquid was cool as it dripped down the crevice of her ass, and then she felt an immediate warmth as he ran it up and down her anal area. Then in and out. The lube would help her feel more intensely, he said. Stryker held her waist and spread the slippery solution everywhere. She moaned with the feeling of deepening arousal.
He lubed the plug and slid the piece of smooth, dense glass in her ass in one, slow, steady push. She grunted as it began to spread her opening wider. She was crazy with the delicious feeling it brought her. That slight burn and that ache, she wanted more.
The widest part was indeed wide. Stryker held that bit halfway inside and halfway out. Her little muscle was trying to push it out, but Stryker twirled it in and out just a bit so that she would think it was in to stay only to pull it out just a hair and sit it where it caused the most stretch.
“Relax, baby. Daddy is going to make you feel good.”
With one hand, he held the plug-in place while the other slapped her pussy with ever-increasing strength. “You can come, darlin’. I’ll spank your pussy and hold the plug until you do. Take your time.”
***
AVERY’S BREATHING HAD heightened, and now she cried out in erotic agony. She lifted partway and placed her hands on her knees. “No, don’t close your legs. Open them back up. Wide, naughty girl.” He knew chastising words and tone was something she got off on, but it didn’t seem to be enough this time. He was keeping her just on the cusp of her orgasm and watched her work hard for it.
She was sopping and sobbing because she couldn’t orgasm. Stryker wiggled the plug, then he slapped her inner thigh. She worked hard to find her release without any joy. He decided she’d edged enough. He would help her out. Angst was good; frustration was not. She might not be able to climax in this position. He’d help her out.
He laid her on the carpet under their feet and rearranged her feet on the floor, thighs spread. “Avery, reach up and grab your tits. Make them hard. Now pull and squeeze. Hard.”
His pussy pats hit her clit, and he jiggled the plug. Avery cried out in a whiny scream that made him want to sink deep into her and pound her into many more climaxes. But it wasn’t time for hard sex. He pushed the plug to the hilt and made sure it was well seated. He patted it, and another wave came over his beauty. But no more for now. Time to suck him off.
Just as she neared recovery, he said. “Up on your knees, sweetheart, you still owe me a blow job.”
Avery eagerly settled into place between his legs. The tears streaking her face and her tongue licking her lips almost did him in before she touched him. Stryker unbuckled and unzipped his pants enough to place his hand at the base of his cock, squeeze and hold. His woman was hot.
“Finish unzipping my jeans, darlin’, pull them down and then peel my briefs off. Ahh, that’s a girl. Now tell me, have you done this before?”
“No. Does it matter?”
“Nope. So, you don’t know if you can swallow or not. I want you to try to swallow. If you can’t, then lift off, but I want you to try.”
Avery nodded.
Still, a little worried she might balk at the experience, he asked, “Have you seen it done?”
“In movies.” Good, it was a general outline of what it entailed.
“Good enough. I’ll guide you to what I like. No biting,” Stryker gave her a stern stare.
“Promise,” she said with a grin.
He let go of his cock. “Lick the head and my fluid. Run your tongue, yes, that’s it, baby. So good.”
Avery ran her tongue up and down his shaft like she was licking an ice cream cone. She sucked and licked and twirled her tongue around his head, then began to take his cock further into her mouth. It felt odd and yet enticing, drawing her to take him further and further until she gagged.
“Ease up a bit and try again. With practice, you won’t gag and will be able to take me down your throat, but not tonight. Touch my balls, carefully, tenderly. Yes, that’s it.”
Avery bobbed and sucked as Stryker became harder and fatter in her mouth. His shaft was purplish in color now, and his moans and groans had escalated. Avery was becoming aroused as she serviced him, and wasn’t that a nice bonus. Avery acted as though she would climax soon. He needed to take control because he wouldn’t like her climaxing yet. Stryker spread his legs wider and reached down to hold Avery’s head. “Open wide and don’t bite Daddy.”
With her head in his hands, he kept her in place, and he slowly, deliberately fucked her face. Avery’s eyes watered when he went too far, triggering her gag. He would back off only to take his penis there again. He leaned forward and fucked her face until he came.
“Swallow. Suck and swallow. Take all of my come into your belly, baby. That’s it, baby girl, you’re doing so well. Suck me dry, honey. That’s Daddy’s perfect girl. You took your coming home late punishment so well by making Daddy come. Now lay on the carpet and let Daddy watch you bring yourself off.”
By now, Avery wanted to do it. But Stryker wasn’t done. “On your back, prop your legs on me, and spread. Pull your tits and slap your pussy.”
“But I can’t. It hurts.”
“Turn around and bend over, now.”
His tone had her jumping to do as he said. The sound of Stryker removing his belt from his pants on the floor had her sniffling. “I’ll do it, Daddy. I will.”
“Too late. I’d need it for your next spanking anyway. Turn around and bend over.”
Avery did so quickly, but her body stance showed she was riddled with anxious anticipation. Whap, whap, whap. She was dancing as the belt landed on her upper thighs.
“Now, let’s try this again.” Avery was on the floor, legs high on his chest. She pulled her tits first, one side and then the other, as she carefully tapped her pussy.
“It doesn’t feel the same. I don’t think I can come.”
“You need more, baby. Put both hands on your tits. Now do what makes you feel good. That’s it.” He held her legs against his body for support.
It did feel good, then leather kissed her tender pink bits, carefully, and more tears fell. It was so good and so bad Stryker figured she didn’t know which one was making her cry. Both, most likely. He continued his instructions.
“Now pull, twist those nips.”
As she did, his belt tapped her clit once, twice, and over she went. He was down on the floor, between her legs and kissing, sucking while she cried out and came and came and came.
Lying next to her for a little bit, nipping and kissing her sore nipples and red, hot slit, he waited until she was putty again and issued his next directive.
“Time to go upstairs, baby. I’ll grab our clothes and things. You go up, go to the bathroom if you need to and then climb in the middle of the bed. Hands and knees.”
Avery didn’t have any fight left. She hated that she loved what this man did to her, with her, for her. She stopped at the bathroom and then climbed into position on the bed.
Stryker walked in, and his voice was not gentle. “Spread those thighs, woman. We are finishing this because I need to fuck your pretty ass.”
“What? Stryker... Ow! Daddy, I don’t think I can take you in there.”
“Say it. I am naughty, and I need my Daddy to take my ass so I’ll remember not to put myself in danger.”
The belt landed twice, and that was enough. Between sniffles, Avery recited, “I am naughty, and I need my Daddy to take my ass so I’ll remember not to put myself in danger.”
“Good. Daddy will do that in a minute. Avery Rose, does your Daddy allow you to go to gaming halls?”
“No, sir.”
“No, he does not. Did you know he didn’t allow you to go to a gaming hall?”
“I knew you wouldn’t like it. Yes, sir.”
“Yes, you did. Did you go to a gaming hall and get assaulted?”
“I wasn’t— owie, owie, Yes, sir, I did.”
“Now you need your ass whipped with Daddy’s belt for doing such a dangerous thing. Don’t you?” She loved this type of talk, and with family always home, he couldn’t give her what she needed very often. This opportunity was a godsend.
She whined and wiggled. “Yes, Daddy, I need you to whip me with your belt. What I did was dangerous.”
“I thought so.” His grin, as he stood behind her, said he was getting off on this too.
***
STRYKER’S LEATHER BIT every part of her ass and upper thighs. The tears were not from ecstasy but from guilt, and pain, and repentance. It was for the fear she had felt and the heart-wrenching pain her brother had caused her. And it was for putting Stryker through so much needless worry. And the tears were for her cleansing.
Her bottom hurt when he was done with his twenty stripes, and she found herself wrapped in his arms. Tears waterfalled down her face, and his kisses cleaned them off as they fell.
“Hush, sweetheart. It’s all over. Avery Rose Emerson Camden, I love you. You frightened the hell out of me. I can’t lose you now that I’ve found you. You’re mine, and I won’t ever let you go, but could you follow directions more often?”
She chuckled and sniffled. “I’ll try. I love you, Stryker. I wasn’t sure, but tonight I realized that no one besides my father has ever had the depth of emotion for me that you have only directed differently. I have never loved a man before, not like I love you. Please forgive the stupid way I tried to handle things.”
“Sweetheart, I forgave you days ago, but I needed you to know how much you mean to me. I needed to impress upon you how precious you are. Please don’t do something like this again.”
“I’ll try very hard not to. I promise. Can you make love to me?”
“Always available to love on my best girl.”
Avery got up on all fours and presented her ass to Stryker. “I’m ready.”
“Roll over baby, I can take care of you while you’re lying on your side.”
“Please, Stryker, you have to do it now. I don’t know when I’ll have the courage again.”
“Sure?” He rubbed her back as he paused for her answer.
“Yes.”
Stryker bent down to eat her out. Avery moaned and wiggled her arousal. He used his tongue like a spear, jabbing into her core with unerring accuracy, pulling and twisting her plug occasionally. She was losing her control, and soon he brought on another orgasm when he touched her clit. He slicked his penis and pulled out the plug, tossing it on the hand towel lying ready to receive.
With quick and accurate aim, he pressed inside her anus using the same slow, steady, firm pressure to reach the hilt of his cock as he had the plug. Her moans and little cries of distress and need grew. Stryker began the rhythmic in and out motion slow, then faster. His balls began slapping against her pussy, and Avery whined and grunted as she rocked counter to his movements.
“Harder, ahhh. It feels so good.”
Soon he was pounding her little ass hard, and the sweat was pouring off him. Stryker slapped her butt, and Avery stopped moving and stood stock still, taking his invasion like a stalwart castle wall. Every muscle inside her dark place was grabbing his cock and squeezing him until he thought he’d pass out. The sweat streamed down his body, mingling with her perspiration, and it was damn hot to see.
His orgasm came crashing over him as Avery screamed. As he released his sperm, he leaned down and touched her overly sensitive clit. She spread her legs even further and raised her bottom just a hair more, and he thumbed her clit until she couldn’t come any longer.
Exhausted, they were asleep amidst their sweat and tears and come in minutes, Stryker still partially inside Avery. This was right. It was how it should be.