Chapter Four

“Ah, you have done your research. Then you should have remembered that you are not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Tucker licked the inside of Regina’s ear. “Unless, of course, you’re willing to accept your punishment. Are you going to come without permission, my naughty sub?”

Dammit, yes, she was. She sensed her orgasm would be out of this world and more than worth his punishments. His finger on her clit circled faster, and when he unexpectedly pinched both her nipple and clit, she exploded like a firecracker.

That bright explosion of pain sent Regina rocketing through a world of white, blinding light. The loud rush of wind in her ears blocked all sound as she arched back, her muscles locking, streaks of icy-hot prickles running down her thighs. Her clit swelled and strained against his fingers. She shrieked his name and gave herself over to Tucker completely. Nothing mattered but the glorious orgasm engulfing her.

Deep inside, spasms still flared, shooting into her core and flowing into every cell in her body. She’d barely finished convulsing when Tucker lifted her from the floor and pushed her against the wall with her feet spread. He knelt in front of her, opened her, and licked her cream.

The feel of his tongue lapping, stroking, flicking in and out of her pussy kept her on edge, and damn, when he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth, he shot her into another orgasm. He sucked harder, and her body spasmed over and over. She was shaking, nearly in tears from sheer overwhelming pleasure. Her legs gave way.

He caught her, banded his arms around her, and tipped her chin up. “Very responsive, pet. Beautiful. Now, comes the fun. Are you ready to be punished?”

“That is so not fair,” she protested weakly. Holy shit, she had no idea she could orgasm like that. Her body still shook; the throbbing and spasms hadn’t abated. If he even looked at her clit, she might come again.

“That is the way the game is played.” He yanked her toward him and kissed her hard and deep. His kiss wasn’t too wet, just enough moisture for his tongue to slip between her lips and claim her until she could only pant and gasp.

He lifted his head. “Spanking bench. You know what to do. This time, you’ll see exactly what I do to my subs, especially sexy, disobedient subs.”

Regina’s heart pounded. She’d known that spanking was part of the deal, otherwise why would he have a spanking bench? At the doorway to the playroom, she glanced over her shoulder. “You’re not going to spank too hard, are you? This is only research.”

And some good, hot sex if the preview was anything to go by. Her gaze dropped. He still wore his jeans, but they were open and his cock stood at proud attention. Both her mouth and pussy watered as she gave in and feasted her gaze on his long shaft, twined with ropey veins. Her fingers opened and closed, imagining him filling her palm. God, he had a magnificent cock. She licked her lips, eager to suck that plump head into her mouth.

Like a jungle cat stalking prey, he padded toward her, each step slow and deliberate. “Like what you see?”

God, all those rippling muscles. “Oh, yeah. Um, yes, Sir. I like very much.”

Once again, he tipped her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “My way, pet. Remember, if you don’t do what I ask, when I ask, I will take matters into my own hands. Unless you use the safeword, you are mine until I end the session.”

His. His meaning was clear. A, get herself on the bench or he’d put her there, and B, don’t question what he did or had in mind. Unless she used her safeword, and she wasn’t going to do that unless he really scared her, she was at his mercy.

And merciful heavens, one look from those compelling eyes, and she was as malleable as a warm ball of wax. She’d do anything for another orgasm like the others. She padded to the bench on trembling legs, drew in a deep breath, and lay across the cold leather, trying to position herself exactly as he had earlier. Had he raised the end? Her ass felt higher than before, or maybe, she just felt more vulnerable being naked.

“The things writers will do for research,” she muttered as he once again fastened her down, a bit more snug this time.

“Think of all the feelings you can add to who was it? Lisa? Or was it Melissa on the bench?”

“They’re history. New woman. Jessica.” She tensed when he ran a hand down the slope of her back.

“Ah, Jake and Jessica. Cute.”

She wrinkled her nose. “It’s a Valentine story. It’s supposed to be cute and light. You know, true love, romance, happy ever after—”

She clamped her mouth shut. She was babbling. God, what was he doing? She could barely breathe. Would he give her warning or would he just start spanking. No warm ups, he’d warned. Not unless he chose.

“Relax, pet. I promise you’ll like this. Remember, in return for putting yourself in my care, your needs come before mine. A good Dom wants his sub to continue to hand over control and power, and that isn’t going to happen unless the Dom meets his subs every need.”

“I’m trying, Tu—Sir. It’s not easy.” And yet, she’d found it incredibly satisfying to put herself in his hands. That still surprised her. She’d had no trouble saying no to her husband, especially when he assumed that, because they were married, he didn’t have to bother with her needs. Why was she so compliant with this man?

Tucker, standing behind the spanking bench, absorbed the beauty of Regina’s rounded ass and her creamy pussy. His dick strained and bobbed, and he longed to drive himself into her glorious, wet heat. Her taste was still in his mouth and nostrils. Blood pounded a fast tempo in his head and for just a moment, he felt like the king of the jungle. He grinned and decided not to beat on his chest and give a triumphant yell, but fuck, the primal lust raging in his body made it hard to stay calm.

He palmed her cheeks, lifted, and spread them apart. Her sharp intake of air sounded at the same time as his whooshed out. He couldn’t have torn his gaze from her gleaming slit, the swollen flesh visible inside her pussy. All he had to do was plunge two fingers in to get a glimpse of heaven. Normally, he’d have done just that, but for some reason, Gina strained his control. If he gave in to temptation, allowed her pussy to grip his fingers, pulse around him, and coat him with her cream, he’d be lost. Tonight wasn’t about him.

“Now, for the first part of your punishment.” He pulled a table close, lifted the towel, and picked up a pink, gel vibrator with clit ticklers. “Remind me why you’re being punished?” He teased her slit with the tip of the vibrator.

“You made me come.” A thread of resentment crept into her voice. “Totally unfair—”

He eased the toy inside her pussy and flipped it on. Her accusation morphed into a loud squeak of shock, then gasps and pants. “Like my toy, pet?” He upped the speed.

Her cry of pleasure was his answer, and as soon as she wiggled her hips, started rhythmically thrusting, he turned the vibrator off. She protested. He grinned. “You didn’t control yourself earlier, so it will be up to me to determine when you may come. That’s part one of your punishment.” He flipped it back on.

“Part one?” She whimpered.

The sight of her body contracting and releasing around the vibrator sent his balls slamming into his throat. The pain left him breathless, and it took a moment before he could speak.

“This is part two.” He lifted his hand and brought it down. The bright slap of flesh against flesh mingled with her cry of shock.

Regina jumped. She’d have fallen off the bench had she not been restrained. “Hey, that hurt.” She was surprised at the sting and flare of heat spreading across her butt. She’d been lost in the delicious sensation of the vibrator buzzing inside her pussy, her clit being teased, and the knowledge that she was on her way to experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm. The shock of being spanked, thrown from pleasure to pain left her confused, nervous, and even a bit afraid.

About to tell him she’d changed her mind, even if it meant using her safeword, she lifted her head and tried to glance over her shoulder, but when he turned the vibrator up, sent it wiggling faster, the humming deeper, she moaned and threw her head back, panting as her body edged closer to another climax.

Smack.

Her moan rose into a shriek. Her left cheek burned, and deep in her core, lust spun like a whirlpool intent on dragging a ship into its depths. Before she could speak, even gasp air to speak, he’d landed two more. Her ass was on fire, and to her shock, all that heat found its way into her center, then flared outwards. She contracted her muscles in response, and the pressure she applied to her clit, along with the vibrator was nearly enough to send her over.

God, her research had been right. Pain whipped need into raging lust. “I’m going to come,” she cried out. Nothing mattered except her next orgasm.

The moment she spoke, the vibrator flipped off. And was removed. The pain of its loss made her gasp as though she’d just injured herself. “No! Please, Sir.” Her inner muscles continued to tighten in response to her aching clit.

“Very good, pet. You’ve warned me. That is exactly what you should do. But we’re not done yet. I think you can easily handle another six spankings, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Agree, or you won’t find anymore relief tonight.”

Tucker’s palms pressed against her sore cheeks, igniting tiny flashes of pain. The idea of not being rewarded with another orgasm wasn’t thinkable, doable, or acceptable. “I agree.”

“Good. How many have I applied, Gina?”

“Four,” she panted. God, each one still stung and burned.

“Count for me, pet.”

Whack.

Shit, was that last smack harder? The pain went from ass to clit faster than she could draw air into her burning lungs. “Five.” She moaned. To her shock, she wiggled her hips as though inviting the next. No, she was just trying to get relief. She surely did not like being spanked.

Whack.

“Six.” This time, her voice rose with pleasure, more than shock or pain, and damn if her body wasn’t humming with the thrill of it. Her ass burned from the stinging slap, and her clit rose and swelled with each bright flare of pain.

“Are you enjoying your punishment, my naughty sub?”

Before she could answer or even figure out what to say—how could she admit she liked this when it was just research, she wasn’t a real sub, wasn’t into pain—he eased two fingers into her pussy.

Her body eagerly accepted the intrusion. Hell, she welcomed his fingers and clamped down, trying to keep him inside as he thrust in and out.

“Yes, I believe you are. Would you like to admit that you’re enjoying this?”

She shook her head and heard his low chuckle.

“Very well. Let’s continue.”

Smack.

“Seven.” Regina moaned and lost herself in pure sensation. His fingers pumped as pain seeped deep and took her deeper into a world where nothing mattered except what Tucker was doing and what she was feeling.

“On ten, you may come, pet.”

Oh, thank go— “Ahh—eight.” His fingers thrust harder, faster, the wet sound of fucking loud, mingling with her harsh sobbing breaths and his heavy breathing.

Another landed. She gasped, tensing around his fingers. “Nine.” God, she was ready, so ready.

He curled his fingers, found that spot that research said was heavenly but she’d never experienced. At the same time, he landed the last spank.

“Ten,” she shrieked as he pressed hard, rubbed, and pressed until her scream rose higher and higher as she gave in to the most violent orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Tucker’s balls were painful knots, drawing tighter and tighter with each whimper, cry, and scream. When Gina came, he nearly lost it completely.

He eyed her rosy ass, nicely covered with his palm prints, and thrilled in the feel of her hot cream coating his fingers. He’d reached his limit. He’d wanted to make tonight about her, denying himself totally until tomorrow if she returned, but that wasn’t happening. He was as horny as a three-balled tomcat.

He’d dreamed of her, of this, for nearly all his adult life and needed to fuck her more than he needed his next breath. He removed his fingers, her cry of protest igniting his own at the loss of her moist sheath. He rolled a condom onto his throbbing shaft and plunged into her convulsing pussy.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” So damn tight. Hot silk. Unable to go slow, to explore, or to even experience the sensation of her tight pussy sucking at his cock, he drove into her again and again, his pace furious.

His heart pounded, sweat ran down the sides of his face. The base of his spine itched and tingled as need sent him soaring toward that final thrust. His Gina continued to cry out as he took her back to the top and over.

She shrieked his name repeatedly. Her pussy gripped him with thousands of tiny fingers, each bent on driving him insane. Curling his toes, everything in his body went stiff. He swore his balls exploded, sending pulses of electric currents zinging up every vein and back down to shoot cum through the center of his cock and into the condom.

His shout drowned hers.