Molly's Man (Haven, Texas Book 4) Page 8
This wasn’t how he’d expected his night to go. He’d thought he’d come to the club as usual, watch a few scenes from the safety of the bar, then go home to his cold, lifeless house. Instead he was staring down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. She was kneeling on the ground, not in the correct position but he’d teach her that. Her hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and there was plenty of her creamy skin on display tonight. Her full breasts were barely contained in a corset that cinched in her tiny waist. She had a curvy figure, large breasts, a small waist that flared out into wider hips, and a magnificent ass. That quick view he’d had of her butt just wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He moved his gaze lower, to her bare pussy. He couldn’t see much with her legs pressed together, but that was going to change. He was going to explore her pussy to his heart’s content.
His balls tightened to the point of pain. He needed a distraction. He looked around for her stuff, spotting her skirt and panties on a stool nearby.
“Where are your crutches?”
She blinked, looking a bit surprised by the question. “Doc said I’m okay to walk without them.”
That seemed a bit soon to him.
“Your ankle isn’t sore anymore?”
“It’s fine.”
He hated that word. Fine. That could mean anything. He decided he would keep a watch on her anyway.
“Can you walk or do you wish me to carry you?”
“Uh, I can walk.” Her eyes were wide. “Where are we going?”
“To a quieter spot. We need to have a little chat.”
“A chat?” Was that a note of disappointment in her voice? Well, she didn’t know what sort of chat he had in mind. “Can I have my skirt and panties back then?”
“You can have the skirt, but not the panties.” He tucked those into his back pocket. “You won’t be needing them.” He didn’t even know why she’d bothered to put panties on. And if she thought she was going to keep the skirt, she had another think coming.
He held out a hand to help her up, keeping hold until he was certain she was steady. Then he watched her dress, taking in his fill. Both sets of cheeks were red by the time she’d managed to get her black skirt back on. She stared at him. “What now?”
“Now, you follow me.”
He turned and walked towards one of the dark alcoves. He didn’t glance back to see if Molly followed. Either she would or she wouldn’t.
Damn, though, he hoped she did.
When he reached the alcove, he sat on the large, leather couch, watching her approach. Her gaze was wandering around in interest. Saxon was right, she’d be a challenge. One he looked forward to.
He widened his legs. Then pointed to the floor between his feet. “Kneel here.”
Her eyes widened, and she hesitated. He got that this was hard for her. She was a strong, independent woman. She wasn’t used to following orders, but earlier she’d dropped to her knees at his command. This was something she needed. She’d known it herself, which is why she was here. He hadn’t seen it at first. Maybe because he’d known that if she came here they’d end up like this. Or maybe because the thought of her playing with someone else drove him crazy.
“Molly, I’m not going to ask again. I’ll just turn you over my knee and give you ten for disobeying me.”
Her breathing quickened. Yeah, she needed this.
She knelt. His body tightened. Fuck, yeah, he needed this as well. Maybe he’d been wrong to think he’d never take on a submissive again. He’d missed this, being in control of a submissive’s needs, wants, and desires. Molly was nothing like Rebecca, yet she was exactly what he desired right now.
“Good girl,” he told her in a warm voice. She needed some reassurance. He patted the inside of his right thigh. “Put your face here.”
She moved quicker this time, placing her face against his leg. His cock hardened further. “That’s it, kitten.”
She stiffened slightly, and he had to hold back a grin. She was a kitten with a bite. She would certainly keep him on his toes—and make him feel alive.
He moved his hand to the nape of her neck, pulling out the tie holding her hair. Her deep red tresses flowed around her shoulders and down her back. That was better.
“From now on, when we’re playing you’ll have your hair down, understand?” He tilted her chin up, staring down into her eyes.
“You intend for this to happen more than once?”
He watched the way she swallowed heavily. Nervous. But not overly so. Her body was a little stiff and tense, but there was no fear on her face. And as she licked her lips, he saw the way her gaze moved between his legs. Yeah, she was turned on too.
“I do,” he said firmly.
“Do I get a say in that?”
“Of course. Just make sure you’re honest with yourself about your reasons for making that decision.”
“Christ, you Doms have a thing about honesty, don’t you?” She gave him a thoroughly disgruntled look.
“We do.” Again, he had to bite back a grin. Damn, she was amusing. “This sort of relationship can’t work without honesty. From both of us.”
“Relationship?”
He cursed himself for using that word. It was a relationship, just maybe not the sort she was thinking of. “The relationship between a sub and her Dom.”
“You’re my Dom?”
“For the moment,” he allowed, unwilling to let her think it might go further than that. “I’m not looking for anything long-term. I can’t commit to that. I’ll be your training Dom if you want to think about it that way. Eventually, you’ll want to find a Dom to have a more permanent relationship with.”
He braced himself for disappointment, maybe some anger over his unwillingness to commit to more. Instead, she dealt a blow to his pride when she simply nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. I’m not looking for anything permanent either.”
“Right . . . well . . .” Jesus, was he really disappointed she’d agreed with him? Maybe his ego was more fragile than he’d thought.
“So what happens now?” she asked.
“We talk.”
“Talk? So I’m allowed to do that? What was that stuff about only talking when I’m addressed?”
“That would be high protocol. But we won’t be engaging in that now. While you’re learning I want you to ask me questions.”
“If we’re just talking then can I have my panties back?”
“No. And you’re going to watch that tone of voice when you speak to your Dom.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Maybe my tone would be more respectful if I could wear my panties while we talk.”
“And maybe the feel of my hand against your butt would have the same effect,” he warned.
Damn, she was fun. Having her over his lap, being able to look and touch that gorgeous ass of hers sounded like a good idea to him right now.
“Why are we just talking?”
“Sir.”
“What?” She frowned slightly.
“You need to address me as Sir.”
She wrinkled her nose. Then she sighed. A big, exaggerated noise that had his palm itching. He sat back and watched her calmly. He was a patient man. He could wait as long as it took. He bet she couldn’t.
“Fine. Why are we just talking, Sir?”
“The words are right, the tone isn’t. And that’s your second warning. Up you come.”
He patted his knee and waited.
He had to be kidding her. He wasn’t really going to spank her just because he didn’t like her tone. He stared down at her, not an inch of give on his face.
Fuck. He’s serious.
And damned if her body didn’t stir at the idea. What was wrong with her? Yeah, she’d spent many a night giving herself an orgasm while fantasizing about being spanked, but none of those fantasies had involved her getting punished because she didn’t have a respectful tone. That should rankle.
So why did she have to hold herself back from eagerly climbing on his lap?
She reluctantly stood. Even though it was darker in here, she still didn’t feel comfortable about having her ass on display or laying over his lap.
“I’m going to give you until the count of three and then I’m going to start doubling the number of spanks I give you. One . . .”
Oh, fuck. She quickly pushed off her skirt, shoving it to one side.
“Two . . .”
She didn’t know if she could handle ten on top of what she’d already received tonight. Twenty may well kill her.
“Thr—”
She jumped onto his lap before he could finish the word. To his credit, he didn’t moan about her weight landing solidly against him.
“Sorry,” she muttered, a blush rising on her cheeks. That was embarrassing.
He adjusted her so her upper body and legs lay on the couch.
“Sorry what?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Good girl, but what are you sorry for?” There was a curious note to his voice.
“I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Sir.” This was going to take some getting used to.
“And why would I object to that? I liked having you jump on me.”
He did? She relaxed slightly. Of course, it helped that he was gently massaging her ass. There was a slight ache from her previous spanking, but the arousal he stirred inside her far outweighed any pain. She pressed her thighs together, her clit throbbing. She tried to raise her ass, wanting more.
He slapped a hand down against her ass, making her still.
“No moving unless I command it,” he told her.
Well, hell, that was going to be hard. Especially as she was more turned on than she could remember being in a long time. And he’d barely even touched her.
He ran a finger down the seam of her ass. “Ever had your ass taken?”
“Yes. Once.”
“We’ll read over your contract together soon, but for now I want to know if sexual contact is fine?”
With him? Yes, please.
“Yes, Sir.” Damn, she was getting good at this.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red. I wanted to keep it easy.”
“Good. I want you to use it if you really need to. This is punishment, though. It’s meant to push you.” He pressed a little harder, pushing his finger between her cheeks. She tensed, her breath coming in a sharp gasp. What was he planning on doing?
“Did you enjoy having anal sex?”
“Not really.”
Smack!
“Ouch.” She turned to look at him. “What was that for?”
“You seem to have problems with remembering how to address me. I merely wish to help you with that lapse.”
“How very generous of you,” she said sarcastically.
“I thought so.”
“And spanking me will help me remember?”
“It will be a deterrent against forgetting.”
“Have you ever heard of positive reinforcement as a method of behavior modification?”
“Oh, you haven’t done enough to earn that,” he told her very seriously. “When we’re playing, you’ll address me as Sir. For every time you forget, you get one spank. Sometimes I’ll give them to you straight away, other times I’ll keep a running tab, and we can settle at the end of the night.”
Heaven help her. She didn’t bother asking how he could manage to keep track, the man had a mind like a steel trap. If he said he’d keep count, then she knew he would. And her butt would be the one to pay.
“Now, relax, I wish to explore a little.” He pushed his finger deeper between her ass cheeks, stopping as he reached her back entrance. Yeah, he wasn’t making it that easy to relax. “Why didn’t you enjoy anal sex?”
“It was painful,” she confessed, sucking in a breath as he pressed his finger against her back hole. She tensed, waiting for the pain as he breached her. Instead he pulled his finger back and started to rub her ass once more. Strangely, she almost felt disappointed. She didn’t know why. She didn’t want him touching her there, did she?
“He didn’t prepare you properly.” There was a hint of anger on her behalf in his voice.
“He didn’t prepare me at all,” she confessed. Well, damn, seemed there was something about having her ass massaged that made her more talkative, less guarded.
He paused. “What? No plug first?”
She flushed. She thought she’d probably blushed more tonight than she had in the last ten years. “No, Sir. No plug.”
“Idiot. But he did use lube.”
“No,” she whispered.
“That asshole.”
She let out a half-laugh. “He was certainly that.”
“We’ll ease you into anal play.”
“There’s going to be anal play?” she asked, her voice a high squeak.
“Is it a hard limit? Soft limit?”
“Um, well, I didn’t put it down as either.” Because she wanted to see how tonight went first. Maybe she had thought of this as a onetime deal, which is why she hadn’t taken that contract as seriously as she probably should have. When you had death knocking on your door you tended to think about things in the short-term, not the future.
“It sounds like it should have been on your hard limit list if you don’t want to explore it.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. She did, but only with Jake. “Did someone help you decide on your limits?”
“They tried,” she confessed.
“Hmm, but you thought you knew better?” he guessed.
“Maybe,” she mumbled.
“Do you think you always know what’s best?” There was some amusement in his voice.
“I’m mostly right!” she protested.
“Uh-huh. That’s why you found yourself in the predicament you were in earlier. Is anal sex a hard or soft limit, Molly?”
“Neither,” she muttered.
“Pardon?”
“It’s neither. I want to explore it. With you.”
“Explore what?”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “Are you being deliberately obtuse?”
He gave her a heavy smack on her butt. “You just added another five. And I just want to be very clear, if you wish to leave it off your limits list then we will explore anal sex. I’ll touch you here.” He pressed down on her asshole. “I’ll plug you. Use my fingers on you and eventually fuck you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. How could those dirty, nasty words be such a turn on? She was depraved, wasn’t she? And damned if she didn’t like it. “Please.”
“Good. Turn back around. You’re going to count each spank out loud and then ask me to please give you another. And every time you forget to address me properly or to use a respectful tone I’m going to add three more.”
Holy crap. She wasn’t going to be able to walk by the time the night ended.
“Yes, Sir.”
One smack landed and it took her breath away. She’d kind of thought he might go easy on her out of consideration for the fact she’d already been spanked tonight. But, no, the hand that landed was hard and heavy, and it took her a moment to focus and remember what he required from her.
Well, this was gonna suck.
“One, Sir. Please, may I have another?” The words were spoken through a clenched jaw, her stomach tight. How was she going to get through this?
Another slap landed. Hard and hot. Fuck that hurt.
“Two, Sir. Please, can I have another?” She clenched her ass cheeks together in anticipation of the next one, but he surprised her by placing his hand gently on her ass.
“Spread your legs.”
She paused.
He sighed. “Am I going to have to repeat all of my instructions tonight? If so, it’s going to be a very long night, and you’ll still be sitting gingerly tomorrow.”
She already figured she wouldn’t be doin
g much sitting tomorrow. But she spread her legs, burying her face into the cushions of the couch. He didn’t immediately touch her. There was silence, and she eventually turned her head to look back at him.
“Jake?”
He reached up and ran a finger down her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She blinked a few times, surprised by the words. They were unexpected and not really true but . . .
“Thank you, Sir.”
He ran a hand through her hair. Then down her back and over her ass cheeks before dipping it between her legs to cup her pussy. She moaned.
“Are you wet, kitten?”
She gasped as he pushed a finger between her lower lips.
“Oh, yes, you’re very wet. Are you enjoying your spanking?”
No.
Only that wasn’t quite true, was it? She was definitely turned on, but she thought it was a combination of things. Being so close to Jake, having his hands on her, having him talk to her in that voice. The one that said he was in charge and she would obey, or else. Who knew she’d be so turned on by a take-charge man? As embarrassed as she was to be over his lap like this, she was also thoroughly aroused.
Maybe that had been her problem with Richard. She’d always made all the decisions. He’d left everything up to her. And she’d grown tired and disheartened. She’d been uninterested in sex because she felt like she was doing all the work, making all the effort.
“You have the most gorgeous ass. Round and plump and creamy. Well, it’s a bit more red than white now. Does your skin bruise easily?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Something to keep an eye on.” He flicked a finger around her clit, and she cried out, nearly coming. Holy hell. All he’d done was smack her ass a couple of times and touch her clit and she was so close to the edge she could taste her orgasm.
“You’ve very responsive.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“That wasn’t a complaint.”
“I’m not usually . . . I don’t often . . . I mean—”
“You don’t usually get this close this quickly?”
“No.”
“This is a lot for you to take at once. Control over your orgasms is something that takes time to learn.”
She gaped at him. “I have to learn to control my orgasms?”