Mastering Maeve (16 page)

“Where exactly are you?”

“Right now? Feck, I’ve no idea, I went out for a look-about after checking into my hotel. Hold on, I’ll ask someone.”

“No, don’t you dare do that; hail a cab and tell them to bring you to the Waldorf Astoria, and wait, I’ll meet you there. I’m in New York too, on a stopover on my way to Dublin.”

Now that he was actually going to see her, he felt very nervous. He deserved her scorn. When he got to the hotel, there was no sign of Maeve. He was afraid she had changed her mind. Finally on asking at reception, he found she had left a message for him to join her in her bedroom and he was escorted to her luxury room by the bellhop, who had been instructed to open the door and let him in. Maeve was sitting hunched over on an opulent sofa, her hands on her lap with her back to the door. She turned her head to the sound of the door and he could see she had been crying.

* * *

“You didn’t say you were staying here. I was waiting downstairs. I was worried.” Larry had approached the sofa and was standing imposingly over her. She didn’t know if he was being deliberately intimidating or if he was just too nervous to sit on the sofa beside her.

“You don’t contact me for over a week and still you manage to scold me for worrying you…” she snapped.

“Ok! I’m sorry, I don’t want to argue with you anymore.”

“We weren’t arguing, Larry. You just disappeared off the face of the earth. Why?” Maeve replied, her eyes welling up once more.

“Because you don’t need me now, Maeve. You need freedom to enjoy your youth and money.”

“It was never about needing you, Larry. It was about want, desire, love, respect. How could you cheapen it to a financial transaction? You’re almost as bad as her.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing… well, to be honest I didn’t know what to think. My brain stopped working. Shit, I’m sorry.” He stopped towering over her, and sat on the floor at her feet, taking her hands in his.

“You don’t get to make unilateral decisions for us; we’re supposed to face them as a couple. You can spank me, because I choose to submit to it, but you can’t ever forget I’m your partner, not your possession. You need to consult me in all things that have an effect on us, as you would expect me to consult you. Is that clear?”

She was trying to speak firmly, not to let her tears make her look weak. This was something that would have to be cleared up once and for all if they ever had a future together. While she could willingly submit her body to him, he had to realise she was still his equal in intelligence and reasoning or else she would lose her sense of self, and she wasn’t prepared to do that for anyone, not even Larry.

“I’m sorry. At first I doubted you, I admit. But in the end I thought if I really loved you, I should let you enjoy your youth.”

“If you really love me, you’ll give me a choice. I choose to be with you, but only if that’s what you want too.”

“God damn, of course it is. I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop saying that and do something about it? God, I missed you.” She pulled on his hands, guiding him up on the sofa beside her, and kissed him softly. He returned it cautiously.

“So what is that something I am supposed to do? How can I show you I mean it?”

“You can start with this, but be under no illusion, I do intend to punish you.”

“What do you mean, punish me? You’re not spanking me. No chance, that’s not the way we work.”

“Oh, you’re not so brave now! Don’t worry; I have no desire to hit you. I was wracking my brain to think what to do; the traditional way of punishing a man over the years was to hit his bank account. Now that’s no good, as I have more than enough money, but I’ve come up with the very thing. I’m going to put you through a week of torturous shopping detail; you’ll come to every shop, wait uncomplainingly as I pick what I want, and you’ll carry my bags.”

“I think I’ll take the spanking,” he volunteered with a groan. “At least that’s over more quickly.”

“No deal, you’re a bit big for me to hold down. Now in the immortal words of that classic movie,
Top Gun
, take me to bed or lose me forever
.
” She smacked his arse playfully as he rose, laughing her joy at having him back.

Larry turned on her. “You’re gonna pay for that, miss,” he threatened, failing to hide his grin.

“Not if you can’t catch me,” she taunted, springing behind the sofa. Naturally when she arrived, Maeve had compared the room to those in McNamara’s hotel and it seemed immense. She had been staggered by the decadence of the plush sofa and armchairs, the rich décor, and the
super-sizing
of everything. It wasn’t simply a hotel room; it was a sublime experience. Right now as she looked for a place to run, it seemed way too small. She giggled as he vaulted across the back of the sofa as if hopping a fence at the ranch. He caught her easily and dragged her to the bed.

“What’s the holdup? Get naked now,” he demanded, emboldened by his victory. Maeve shivered in anticipation as she quickly tried to obey his command. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded as his hands were roaming her body as she tried to remove her clothes, his arms clashing with her nervous, excited movements. She had managed to lose her shoes and pants, but that was all.

“You’ve got thirty seconds to be bare or I start spanking,” he warned. “One, two, thirty!” he counted as he dragged her across his fully clothed lap. He pulled her pale blue panties down as far as her knees, leaving her exposed. He trailed his hands across her soft white behind as she bucked in protest. She settled under the eroticism of his touch and melded into his lap awaiting his pleasure. His smacks were gentle to start, as if he was glorying in the miracle of having her back and she purred her pleasure. But there was a sense of disappointment; she wanted him to possess her.

“Come on then, where’s the spanking, Mr Hard Man Williamson,” she taunted. “Ouch,” she squealed as she felt the sting of his hand on her buttocks.

“You want this?” he asked, surprised.

“Mmm, sure do,” she agreed and felt another slap. Over and over he alternated cheeks. The heat was rising as he moved his hand up and down, cheek to cheek. Harder and harder as she yielded to his mastery. She didn’t fight him or fuss. It felt good as he scorched her behind. She had missed him and she had missed this. It wasn’t penal; she was the one wronged, but it was simply a type of communication, a rekindling of their united flame. It hurt her ass to be sure, but it helped heal the rift.

“Ok, enough,” she said, breathless.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Larry replied as he continued spanking. “You’ve not given yourself to me yet.” Sure enough, she was holding back, resentment still holding the pole position. The smacks got harder and she could no longer keep still and just accept them. She had to fight them, wriggling and kicking. Still he kept it up, holding her firmly in place. Harder, sharper, more frequent slaps thudded down on her punished bottom and he kept going until she stopped resisting his dominion. Then he ceased and resumed the gentle rubbing. His touch seemed to be like a knife spreading hot butter on the pan. The almost liquid heat spread from her bottom to her genitalia as she lapped up his softer ministrations. Her breathing subsided from the sharp pained gasps and became pants of pleasure, and he allowed his hand to slip to her crotch, to find her milky moisture waiting his touch. She arched her hips, pushing against his enormous hand that, although all too harsh five minutes ago, was achingly gentle now.

“Harder, please,” she urged.

“You’ll get what I want to give you; now be still or I’ll spank you again,” Larry replied. She hated and loved him for it. It increased her arousal tenfold, but that made her want to press her pussy into his touch all the more. She wanted, no, she
needed
more, but he was determined to tease her.

“Don’t you dare come until I give you permission,” he hissed, bringing her to an almost immediate climax. “Uh oh, it looks like a naughty girl needs to be punished some more.” He moved his fingers to both of her erect nipples and pinched hard, pulling down on her breasts. She squealed but didn’t pull back. Her hips began to sway. “Oh, you like this, I can tell.”

“No, it hurts,” she protested, but he let one hand slip back to her now flooded pussy.

“Liar,” he scolded, thrusting his fingers in and out. She wanted to come, but was holding back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He was still pinching hard with his other hand and although painful, it was making her insides do the most weird and wonderful jumps and skips. Maeve almost resented her body for displaying her want. A sharp wallop to her rump caused her to jump, making her pull back and causing more tension on her nipple.

“Oh,” Maeve breathed in desperation. “Please, mercy. Fuck me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he agreed. “On the bed, on all fours, and wait for me. I want those legs spread offering me a good view.” When she was satisfactorily in position, he stood back from the bed, watching her, leaving her to stew in her hunger.

“No rocking your ass like that, trying to steal pleasure,” he admonished. “I’d hate to have to punish you again. Actually that’s a lie; I’d love to punish you again.”

Maeve did her best to keep still; she really wanted to get on to the good stuff now, but it was so hard not to gyrate her hips. Her body was crying for satisfaction, but he was torturing her with pleasure. She fought her natural instincts with every fibre of her being. Why was it the moment she was not allowed to feel pleasure was the moment her perverse body seemed to sense it the most, she wondered.

He returned naked, but as she tried to turn to kiss and touch him, she was warned to hold her position or else. He climbed on the bed behind her. Just as she was lamenting in her own head that there was little tenderness in their reunion, she felt the lightest of kisses fluttering over her heated backside.

“You’re so beautiful. I do not deserve to have you here with me. Thank you for believing in me, even when I let you down,” Larry said softly. His hands cupped and caressed her breasts, this time only lightly tweaking the erect nipples. He caressed her body with his hands and as he leaned in, she could feel his naked erection wilfully probing her, demanding satisfaction. The velvet soft tip was moist; she wanted to taste it but was forbidden to move. She groaned as it found its way almost of its own accord between her legs. Ignoring the potential consequences, she moved her hips to ease his access, coaxing his hard cock easily into her waiting gorge. The relief was immense as she felt him thrust and she met his movements greedily. The tell-tale tingles started from her toes and she knew she was powerless to stop her body as she convulsed in pleasure. He kept her there, spiralling on the edge of reason, as he thrust for his own pleasure now, hard and deep, over and again. Finally as he reached his crescendo, her body was right there with him once again, leaving her so exhausted that all she could do was flop down on the bed.

“I’d talked myself out of how good we were together,” he admitted after he regained his breath. “I couldn’t let myself remember. I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“For God’s sake,” Maeve scolded. “How could you think you hold me back? You opened a new world for me. Anyway, we’re going round in circles; you can take your shopping detail like a man and from now on, if we must refer to this time, we’ll just call it the chicken days.”

“The chicken days?” Larry queried.

“Yep, the time you chickened out,” she laughed, but there was a definite tinge of sadness in her tone.

Maeve proved to be as good as her word as she dragged him to just about every store in New York over the following week. And to add insult to injury, she preferred walking to taking cabs; she claimed it was because she wanted to see everything around her, but really it was all about revenge,

“Surely even women can’t enjoy shopping this much. Look, my arms are at least two inches longer from carrying all these bags,” he moaned.

“Put up and shut up, you earned it, longer arms and all,” she warned.

“You’ll never wear half of these clothes, you prefer to wear jeans, what about the excess baggage?” he continued.

“Be quiet or you’ll be travelling in the hold with the baggage,” she threatened with a grin.

She noted that the one and only time he didn’t complain about the volume of purchases was an afternoon they spent in the Purple Passion store, an adult shop in Chelsea. On this occasion he came out with more purchases than she, and he didn’t permit her to see his wares, saying he wished to surprise her when the time was right. The very thought sent shivers down her spine.

Chapter Twelve

Finally Maeve and Larry got round to talking properly about the future, as if it was a real event rather than some far-flung distant notion. The neutral territory of New York seemed to make it easier to break down the barriers. Maeve told him of how she had handled the hotel situation, and that her motive in doing so was to leave her free to move to Texas to be with him. She was elated to hear that he had done something similar with the ranch. It proved to her that, before the ‘chicken days’ as she insisted on calling them, he had been serious about making a life with her.

Although he had talked about his ranch a lot, it was only now that Maeve was beginning to comprehend how remote Burke was. Even Clifden seemed like a thriving metropolis in comparison. Maeve had never realised that there were towns that small in America. She had just assumed that when Burke was designated a city, that meant a densely populated area; after all, there were only a few designated cities in Ireland and some of those were considered dubious in status. She was certainly having second thoughts about where to live. Larry, on the other hand, had no qualms about Ireland; there were ranches aplenty, although Maeve was quick to point out they were called beef farms and nothing like the vast size of a ranch in the States. He was more than happy to try a life there. He liked the climate, scenery, and people, but was saddened to learn that if he wanted a really decent beef farm, then Connemara was definitely not the best option, as the coastal land was not as rich as the midlands or south. They agreed that a trip to Burke before returning to Ireland would make a lot of sense, so Maeve could see it first-hand.