Rafe leaned his head back and laughed. Reagan’s comment delighted him and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed during a D/s scene. How she’d managed to retain her sense of humor after everything she’d been through this evening was a mystery to him. He’d planned to paddle her ass to pull her out of the stupor he thought she’d fallen into, but damned if she hadn’t just proven him wrong. Now he’d give her the five swats she’d earned a few days ago and defer the rest until tomorrow night.
The scene he was planning at the club could easily be adapted to add the additional punishment she’d earned this evening. Rafe had never hidden the fact he enjoyed meting out discipline when a submissive blatantly ignored a command, especially one given to keep the sub safe. By the time he administered the five swats he’d promised her a few moments earlier, he was confident she would still feel the remnants tomorrow morning.
Smoothing his hand over her ass cheeks, he admired their flawless round shape. “You have a beautiful ass, baby. And I love the way my handprint bloomed the perfect shade of pink. My goal is to turn your entire backside the same color as your pussy.” Sliding his fingers down the crack between her cheeks, he smiled when he found her wet folds. “You’re very wet, baby. I think we’re going to get along splendidly. I’m going to show you just how easy it is to blur the line between pleasure and pain.”
Her pussy was slick and he could smell her arousal. The folds were swelling under his touch, and he loved watching them unfold as blood flowed into the tender tissues. The mirror behind her gave him a lovely view, something he was certain would make her blush when she realized the peep show he was enjoying. Continuing to slide his fingers close, but not close enough, to her clit, he almost laughed when she subtly tried to shift from one foot to the other in an effort to get him closer to the target.
He pulled his fingers from her sex before he gave in to the temptation to finger fuck her to orgasm. She hadn’t earned it, and he was determined to begin as he intended to go. “Tell me why you’re being punished, Reagan.” It had been so long and so much had transpired, he wondered if she’d remember. Once again, she surprised him.
“Because I hesitated to follow an order.”
“That’s only a partial explanation. Fill in the blanks before I decide five isn’t going to be enough to teach you the lesson.” He gave her pussy a quick slap and smiled when she moaned.
“I was worried about who might see me and that meant I didn’t trust you to keep me safe…even though I didn’t realize that at the time.”
Damn, she was fucking perfect. She’d not only remembered the incident, it seemed as though she’d given it some thought since. “You’re exactly right, love. Even if it’s unintentional, that’s the message you send to your Dom when you don’t respond immediately to his commands, particularly in public.”
Giving her swollen labia another slap, he relished the moan he heard rumble from deep in her chest. “The swats are going to feel like fire racing over your skin, baby. But each stroke will vibrate all the way to your core and then burst into a brilliant white explosion of pleasure. By the third swat, you’ll be begging, but you won’t know if you want me to stop or continue.” Her arousal was running in rivulets down the insides of her thighs, and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Only a true submissive could fall so deep into a scene from the words alone, and so far, Reagan was proving herself as close to perfect as any newbie sub he’d ever had the pleasure of punishing. But something about this was different. This wasn’t a carefully negotiated scene with a submissive from the club. The naked woman bent over in front of him awaiting her punishment was his—or at least he hoped she would agree to belong to him, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go.
The first two swats were quick in succession and sharp enough to rock her up on her toes. Her fingers curled into the bed’s coverlet. He heard a sniffle, but she didn’t utter any other sound. “Very good, love. Your ass is blushing beautifully. It should be nice and hot by the time I slide my cock deep into your pussy and take my pleasure. You do not have permission to come. Don’t forget that, or we’ll have to begin again.” Reagan’s entire body stiffened, and he was sure she was wondering how in the hell she was supposed to hold back the rising tide of pleasure that was undoubtedly already barreling in on her.
Rafe was damned glad she couldn’t see his satisfied smile. He fully intended to give her several earth shattering orgasms, but the first time she came on his cock, he wanted to be looking into her eyes. He landed the next swat so that his large hand almost covered her entire ass. The implements he planned to use tomorrow night wouldn’t push her further than his hand. The goal wasn’t to turn her away from the lifestyle. Rather he wanted Reagan to understand the freedom she’d find if she could only surrender.
“Please, sir.” And there it was—the softly whispered plea he’d predicted. He wasn’t going to ask her what she was begging for, because he was certain she wouldn’t be able to articulate the need. He’d seen many Doms set their submissives up for failure, but that had never been his style. Asking Reagan a question he was sure she couldn’t answer wouldn’t do anything to build trust between them.
“We’re almost there, baby. Two more and then I’m going to fuck you. As soon as I’ve gotten off, we’re going to take a shower together.” He didn’t give her time to think about the implications of what he’d just said before he delivered the last two slaps, one immediately after the other. These had been harsher than the first three, and her knees buckled briefly before she moved back into position. He gave her a few seconds for the pain to morph into something much more pleasurable before he moved behind her and pushed balls deep in one thrust.
She screamed, and he felt her internal muscles clamp down around him, testing his control. For the first time since he’d been a teenager, Rafe almost lost control of his release. The combination of her submission and tight sheath threatened to launch him over the edge. He’d been so lost in the fog of desire, so eager to fuck her Rafe had forgotten her earlier admission that she hadn’t had sex in a couple of years.
Without moving, he asked, “Are you okay, baby?” Her vaginal walls rippled around him and her soft groan answered his question, but he waited—needing to hear the words. “Reagan, I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I had to pull myself together enough to respond. I’m afraid that first stretch was so amazing I almost came, and I couldn’t think of anything but holding back. I’m fine, other than worrying about coming without permission, because sweet Mother of God, it feels so good.”
Rafe had made subs come just by talking to them—hell, he’d done it numerous times. After all, ninety percent of the pleasure of sex originated in the brain. But he’d never had a woman’s words send him so perilously close to the edge. Reagan’s willingness to be transparent was a gift he’d treasure. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against the sensitive shell of her ear. His hoarse whisper of possession made her shiver and solidified his commitment to the truth of the one word he’d managed to push past his lips. “Mine.” It was a cross between a declaration and a promise. Then he pulled back and surged forward, inching deeper with each thrust until the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix.
Knowing his seed was going to splash against the opening to her womb sent a lightning bolt of possessiveness arching through him. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized he hadn’t worn a condom. He’d never fucked a woman without protection, but he couldn’t force himself to pull out before the first spurts of cum exploded from his balls. The heat seared its way from his tip, and the feeling of his cum washing back over his sensitive tip almost made his knees buckle out from under him.
His body lay pressed against hers. He prayed he wasn’t crushing her, because there wasn’t a chance in hell his arms would hold him up enough to roll to the side. Hopefully, his knees would regain some dignity, and he’d be able to stand in a few seconds.
“Fucking hell, baby. You decimated me.” He’d known it would be good between them, but this was so far beyond good he wasn’t even sure there was a word to describe it.
The walls of her pussy were rippling around him, and he was absurdly pleased when his cock remained hard. She hadn’t said anything to him, but he could tell by her breathing she was struggling to hold her orgasm at bay. That knowledge fueled his effort to stand. Feeling his dick slip free of her depths was bittersweet, but seeing his pearly white seed flow from between her folds made him want to beat his chest like fucking Tarzan. Christ, I’m turning into a God damned Neanderthal.
An hour later, he emerged from the shower with Reagan cradled against his chest. He’d given her two screaming orgasms that left her as limp as the over-cooked noodle she’d compared herself to. He set her on the counter after toweling her off. The intimacy of combing her hair made him want to slide her to the edge of the marble surface, bury himself to the hilt, and begin all over again.
Rafe made certain she was steady on her feet before leading her to bed. Climbing in behind her, he pulled her against his chest. With his arm wrapped around her, his hand cupped her breast possessively. “I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, but I swear to you that I’m clean.”
“It was a first for me, too. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, also. I don’t have a lot of experience, but I remember I hated the way latex felt inside me. You felt…well, you felt so much better. Much hotter. Sexier.”
“All the more reason to for us to forgo having sex at the club. Condoms are required, even in the private rooms, and I don’t want anything between us when I’m inside you.” In truth, Rafe wasn’t sure he’d be able to give up the intimacy of being skin to skin when he made love to Reagan. Made love to? Since when did he think of sex as making love?
He’d never considered sex anything but a purely physical connection—and God knew he’d connected with a lot of women over the years. But none of them had touched his soul the way Reagan had. Something deep inside him had recognized she was special the first time he saw her. That was the reason he’d been so hesitant to engage her. He’d instinctively recognized he’d only get one shot, and he’d made sure he was ready before asking her to dinner.
During a conversation with his father a few days earlier, Rafe had asked his dad when he’d known his mom was “the one.” His dad had chuckled, but he hadn’t answered right away, and Rafe appreciated him taking the time to choose his words carefully.
“I knew the first time I laid eyes on her. I’m not saying it was love at first sight, because true love takes time to develop, but I recognized my soul’s response to her immediately. That probably sounds cliché, but it’s the God’s truth.”
Their conversation had veered in another direction, but before he disconnected, his dad offered a bit of parting wisdom as he often did. “Some opportunities are only offered once, son. And it’s damned hard to live with regrets.” Those words replayed in his mind again as held Reagan wrapped in his arms. He’d always expected to marry someday, but for some reason, he assumed the realization that the woman he was dating was the one would be made over the course of months, perhaps years. And he’d certainly never expected his heart to make the decision so easily.
Feeling Reagan’s body go lax in his arms, the steady rise and fall of her chest pushed her breast against his palm as if taunting him to acknowledge the truth. Rafe had never let fear hold him back, and he wasn’t going to start now. Just because you didn’t see it coming doesn’t mean it isn’t real.