Bad Bad Girl

I pushed against Caine’s chest, trying to escape his possession.

“It’s all right, baby, relax,” Caine soothed as he thrust deep inside once again.

I shook my head, attempting to escape. “I can’t, Caine. I…”

Caine wrapped his arms around me, pulling me hard against him. He slowed his pace to soft and sensual, yet still delving deep within.

“Trust me, Neely. It’s all right, baby, just let go,” Caine whispered.

Caine took full control. He placed his hands on the tender globes of my ass and gently lowered me down the full length of his cock. He softly kissed my neck, giving me the loving reassurance I needed.

The pressure of his hands on my recently spanked bottom filled me with the foreign feelings of submission once again. Caine continued to kiss my neck as he lifted and lowered my body. I closed my eyes and allowed the feelings to come. I allowed myself to feel possessed, taken, loved.

As the wave of orgasm shook my body, the tears followed. For the first time, my body and my mind submitted to Caine. This was more than just amazing sex. This was me allowing Caine to take me in hand. I let go so Caine could take control.

Caine kissed at my tears as he gently made love to me. “That’s it, Neely girl. Let me love you,” he encouraged.

I closed my eyes and took pleasure in feeling him deep inside me. I held on to him, never wanting to let him go. I wanted to stay connected, as one. Having his cock buried deep within, uniting our bodies as one. I felt his body tense and then release.

Caine pulled me tight within his arms. His hand was on the back of my head, pressing my face to the curve of his neck. I took in his comforting smell, feeling secure.

“Neely, there is one thing you can be sure of. I will never let you down. I will always be there to protect, guide and love you,” he assured. “Are you all right?”

I snuggled closer and nodded yes.

He reached his hand under my chin so that I had to look into his eyes. “That was really intense, and I need to know that you are all right with everything we did.” His brow furrowed and I saw doubt in his eyes. “If this isn’t something you can do. If you don’t want me to spank you again, I won’t.”

“Oh, Caine, I could never ask you to give up something you believe in. I knew what you wanted and expected out of a relationship, and I knew getting spanked was inevitably going to happen.” I paused long enough to kiss him lightly on the lips. “I need this, too. I need you.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Caine declared.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that Caine was upset with me. I was so sure damage had been done, and we would have a hard night ahead of us in repairing our relationship. I expected yelling, crying and sulking. Instead, we experienced an evening full of love, ecstasy, submission and trust.

13

Making dinner with a sore bottom definitely was a first for me. It was a constant reminder of the spanking Caine gave me only a short time ago. It didn’t help that Caine would constantly pat my ass or give it a little squeeze with a wicked grin and laugh. I wasn’t sure if we would be able to make it through dinner with all the fondling and groping we were doing. If I had my way, I would have jumped him right there in the kitchen. The smell of dinner was delightful, but the only thing I was hungry for was Caine, and Caine knew it.

Caine opened a bottle of red wine while he sized me up. “I love you.”

I turned from stirring our dinner and gave a flirtatious smile. “I know. And I love you, too.”

Caine poured two glasses and handed one to me. “So are you all right with what happened earlier?”

I took a drink of my wine before answering. “Yes. I don’t know how to put all my feelings into words, but I feel really good right now.” And I truly did feel great. I felt relaxed, loved and really happy.

He leaned up against the counter and casually sipped his wine. “Do you have any questions about it, or about our future?”

I grabbed two plates and served up the meal which was haphazardly thrown together. I walked over to the already set table and gingerly sat down with a slight grimace as my aching behind made contact with the kitchen chair. Caine followed with both glasses of wine.

“Yeah, when does my butt stop hurting?” I asked while laughing.

Caine took a bite of food. “Hmm, this tastes good.” He finished chewing before answering. “Depends on how long, how hard and with what I spank you. If I use my hand like tonight, it should go away in a couple of hours. But if I use an implement like a paddle or hairbrush, then you may be feeling it into the next day.”