The Exposure (The Submissive 9)

Chapter Five

“Damn,” Meagan said. “You’re still bossy.”

Luke swallowed his laugh. “And you still like it.”

“I’ll go inside on one condition.”

“Negotiating, are you?”

“How badly do you want inside?”

He dragged a finger down her belly, stopping right above the apex of her legs. “I want inside so, so bad.”

To her credit, she didn’t bat his hand away or try to get him to move it lower. “Then you have to agree you owe me ten minutes. To be collected at the time of my choosing.”

“Deal. Now inside.”

“Where do you want me?”

The correct question was where didn’t he want her because he wanted her everywhere. “We’ll start traditionally. In the bedroom.”

“On the bed?”

“Not that traditional. I want you bending over the bed.”

She sighed. “I didn’t even get to take your pants off.”

“Inside. Now. Not another word.”

“You said I could do what I wanted out here.”

Oh yes, she was going to be fun. He loved a submissive with sass. “That was ten words. You get ten spanks. I suggest you be quiet and go wait for me like I asked.”

She turned and headed toward the house, but he heard her mutter, “Dominants.”

“That’s eleven.” He laughed as she scurried inside.

He followed right on her heels, afraid if he didn’t, he’d change his mind and he didn’t want to change his mind. He was doing exactly what he’d done years before and he’d broken her heart then. But this was different, wasn’t it? She’d insisted it was only for tonight and he believed her. After all, no matter how much he wanted a relationship with her, he wasn’t even sure she liked him most of the time. He was a handy scratch for her itch tonight. No need to overanalyze it.

He stepped into his room, saw her waiting for him, exactly like he asked, and his ability to analyze anything left him. He’d seen her naked at the club and even minutes ago in the moonlight. But damn. Seeing her in his room, bent over his bed, at his command, left him breathless.

She didn’t move a muscle as he approached her. Didn’t react in any way when he lightly ran his hand across her ass. It occurred to him at that moment, the last time they’d been together, she was new in her submissive journey and he’d never observed her in a scene. This experienced submissive Meagan was a new person altogether.

He couldn’t wait to get to know her.

“Very nice,” he said, giving the flesh of her backside a squeeze. Just because he wanted to. “I owe you eleven spanks and I’m going to round it up to an even twelve. But because you followed my commands so well once you made it inside, I’ll let you pick the implement.”

“If it pleases you, Sir, I’d prefer no implement. I’d prefer you use your hand.”

He couldn’t hide the shock in his voice. “Why is that?”

“Because I like the feel of your hands on me, Sir.”

He’d be more than a fool to turn her down. He’d be a crazy-ass fool.

“That would please me very much. My hands like being on you.” He moved into position behind her. “No need to count.”

Instead of starting right away, he slid a finger between her legs. Damn, she was soaked. “Someone really likes my hands on her.”

To keep her on the edge, he decided to tease her a bit more. “I’m trying to decide how I’ll spank you. Slow and methodical, so you feel every swat? Or hard and fast, so I take your breath away? Do I slowly turn your ass pink or do I master your flesh at one time and really show it who’s boss?”

Her legs started to tremble, just a bit. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you? Wondering what I’ll do. How I’ll do it. You’re imagining both scenarios, trying to decide which one you want. I tell you what. I’m feeling extraordinarily generous tonight, so I’m going to let you decide. Either I spank you slow and fuck you fast or I spank you fast and fuck you slow. Your decision. And you have five seconds to decide and if you don’t, you get all spank and no fuck.”

He’d barely got the words out before she was answering. “Fast spank. Slow fuck, Sir.”

So as not to disappoint, he moved quickly. Not even giving her a chance to take a breath before he rained twelve of his hardest on her pale backside. After each one, she gave a gasp of pain/pleasure that made him so hard, he feared he’d come before they even started.

“Holy fuck,” she gasped when he’d finished. Her ass was a flaming red, and his hand felt sore.

“That’s holy fuck, Sir.” He gave her one last stinging slap, this time on her exposed pussy, and was rewarded with a desire-filled moan.

“Holy fuck, Sir.”

“That’s better. Now on your knees before me.” He waited until she’d moved into position before continuing. “You wanted to take my pants off earlier. I’m going to let you do it now. Then you’re going to thank me for your spanking by sucking my cock. I hope you know how to deep-throat because I want that mouth open and your throat taking every damn inch of my dick.”

She moved quickly and without hesitation until she’d stripped him and saw the size of his erection. Then her eyes betrayed her and he sensed uncertainty in her for the first time.

He gave himself a tug. “All for you, sweetheart. Open wide and thank me for that sore ass.”

She placed her hands on his thighs and opened her mouth.

“I’ll let you do it at your pace, but we’re not moving on until you’ve taken it all. And if you stop, I’m taking the lead and I won’t be slow or gentle.”

She took her time, but to her credit, she didn’t stop. He found himself unable to look away from the sight of her taking his dick in her mouth. He reached the back of her throat and when she relaxed, he slipped all the way inside.

“Damn. You took all of me, just like I asked. Feels so good, I’m tempted to throat-fuck you. The only thing is that sweet pussy has been teasing me all night and I can’t wait to bury myself to the hilt inside.”

He reached down, grabbed a fistful of blond hair, and pulled her head up so she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “Like the feel of my dick in your mouth? Are you imagining how it’s going to feel once I get it inside another part of your body?”

She nodded around his cock. He lightly slapped her cheek before slipping out of her. “Back on the bed. How flexible are you?”

“I’m not Gumby, but I’m not a lightweight either, Sir.”

“Good enough. On your stomach. Knees near the edge and I want you to reach behind your back to grab your ankles.”

In that position, she’d be completely spread for him with the added benefit of giving him the ability to use her arms for leverage. He waited, even after she’d arranged herself the way he asked, so she could sense her vulnerability. She needed his touch; her body trembled with pent-up desire. And though he wanted nothing more than to thrust into her and take them both to completion, it’d been too long to rush.

So against his own urges, he simply stroked her legs. The soft skin of the inside. The sensitive area at the juncture of her thighs. Then, with the lightest touch possible, he brushed her clit.

“Oh, God. Please, Sir!”

“Please, Sir, what?”

“Please, Sir, do something.”

He gave her clit another barely there brush. “Isn’t this something?”

“I meant something . . . more.”

“Something more?” He slapped her ass. “I think you’ve been playing Top so much you’ve forgotten who’s in charge tonight. Try to Top from the bottom one more time and all you’ll do is watch me get myself off.”

She mumbled something.

“What was that?”

“Sir. Yes, Sir.”

Right. Like he bought that. He spanked her again. “I don’t believe for a minute that’s what you said, but as long as you understand the consequences, I’ll let it go.”

She wisely didn’t say anything further. He blew on the reddened skin of her ass, making her shiver, and it struck him that while he liked her in this position, he didn’t want to take her like this the first time. For damn sure if they had only the one night, he would take her more than once.