Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (81 page)

Oh God, yes
. My heart hammered; my breaths quickened. The music surged through me, making me feel alive. I forgot all about strong frames and heel turns as I bent and trembled, tilting my pelvis. My breasts swung from side to side as I undulated for my audience.

My hair swept across my face as I whipped my head around, never losing eye contact with the men in front of me.

They leaned forward, elbows braced on their knees.

I sank to mine.

The door opened and another man walked in, closing it firmly behind him. I think his name was Mac.

Dane tilted his head, a questioning gaze in his eyes. Was I okay with this?

Nodding, I grinned and pointed toward the wall. Who would have thought I could get so turned on by the thought of three men watching me dance? I wiggled my ass and bent over with a quick whipping motion of my hair.

Grabbing my tits, I thrust them out and against the black cotton of my tank top. I was wearing the special kind of tank with a light built-in shelf bra. Not great for support, but pretty damn great when you wanted to wiggle and flaunt what you had. I had gorgeous breasts. I had always known this. Perfectly shaped, well rounded, full. Swaying with each step I took. And the men loved it. They really were fucking me with their eyes. I was the one thing they could not get enough of, could not take their eyes off. It empowered me. It felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I loved the way they leaned forward, licking their lips, eyes wide, dilated. Their fists clenched against the seams of the jeans. I could see the rock-hard interest in all of them, except for John. Probably because the camera sat on his lap.

Men watching me.

Men loving my body.

I felt so in control, so wanton, so horny.

“Give me a dollar,” I said in a low, husky voice that didn’t sound like my own.

All three men instantly thrust bills at me. With a grin, I collapsed to all fours and took one in my mouth. Sitting on my heels, I rubbed the crisp, cool bill against my peaked nipples. Coarse, rough...like sandpaper. I was too sensitive and it hurt. But it hurt in a good way.

The music thumped faster, and I stood up, swaying, thrusting my pelvis as if fucking air. They liked
that
. I heard a loud groan, and an “Oh, yeah.” It turned me on. They were like putty in my hands.

Spreading my feet to hip width, I bent my legs, and inserted the dollar bill into my wet panties. The bill came out damp, smelling like my arousal. “For you.”

John dropped the camera, and scrambled to pick it up.

Yeah, I liked this feeling. So consuming, so powerful, so erotic, so fucking
dirty
.

I sashayed over and climbed into Dane’s lap, grinding against his leg. I clenched and unclenched, humped and fucked him. His eyes were the color of the darkest moonless midnight. When I got off him, I had left a wet spot about the size of my fist, on his jeans. “A souvenir to remember me by,” I drawled. I wiggled my ass, turned, and walked back to the mirrored wall, smiling.

“The dance is over,” Dane growled.

*****

H
e couldn’t get the men out of the room fast enough. After threatening Jonathan with a savage death if he deleted the footage—or shared it with anyone—he locked the door. Advancing on his prey, he had one thing in mind.

“Come to me.”

Her breathing erratic, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, she stumbled. He caught her before she could fall and grabbed her hair in his fist, yanking her head back. She opened her mouth to his ferocious kiss, mewling and moaning against his lips. Demanding she yield, he plunged into her mouth, exploring, ravishing, leaving no part of her sweet lips untouched. She tasted like red, ripe berries and honey, and her arousal wafted in his nose, combining with her sweet taste.

“On your knees,” he barked.

She dropped to the floor beneath him gazing up at him wildly, hungry, licking her lips as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free and she leaned forward to kiss it. Yanking her head back again, he watched the tears form in her eyes. “I didn’t give you permission.”

She frowned and whimpered, begging with her eyes.

“What do you want, little girl?” Loosening his tight grip on her scalp, he caressed her cheek and she purred. “Would you like me to fuck your mouth?”

She nodded and licked her lips again, excitement in her eyes.

“Answer me properly, subbie.”

Her eyes widened, and she shifted with a groan. “Yes, sir. Please fuck my mouth.”

Yanking her pants down, he stroked up her thighs to her soaked pussy. “God, you are so wet for me.” He rubbed her juices up inside her tank top, over her nipples.

Arching her back, she shimmied as he toyed with the peaks, ripping her tank top over her head.

“Did you like being on display?”

She nodded and he slapped her breasts. “Sorry, yes, sir.” She squealed. “I liked it very much.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I felt so dirty and so good.”

“Would you like to be my dirty little slut?” he asked as he caressed her hardened nipples.

“Oh God, yes.” Her breath came fast and hard; her pupils flared.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I want to be your dirty little slut,” she slurred and leaned forward. “Please fuck my mouth, sir.”

“You may suck now.” He released her head and watched her bob over his cock.

The heat of her mouth slid up and down, engulfing him in flames. She sucked and licked him, taking him all the way into the back of her throat. Gagging, she released him. “Take all of me, little slut. Open yourself to me.” He gripped her hair hard and shoved himself into the back of her throat.

She gurgled and her eyes widened as he pumped in and out, fucking her mouth for his pleasure and his alone.

“I’m going to come, and you will swallow every drop, or I will punish you,” he warned, and she nodded around her mouth full of cock. The pressure built and he came, hard. Every inch of his body tightened, in a roaring climax and he shot his hot seed down her tight throat. She whimpered and trembled. But she swallowed every bit he gave her. When he released her head, she licked him from base to tip. Out of breath and slightly swaying, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and beamed up at him.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You are such a treasure.” He lifted her to her feet, and steered her to the chair. “Let me reward you.” Placing her over his lap, he spanked her bare bottom. Quick, hard swats, leaving angry, red handprints all over her ass.

“Yes. Oh. Mmmph!” She wriggled over his lap as he lit into her. Humping against his leg, she moaned with each loud slap echoing throughout the room.

“You like it when I spank your ass.” It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t expect an answer.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “More. Please, harder.”

This was the woman deep down inside the controlling, type A side she showed to the rest of the world. Macy loved being dominated. And he was the man for the job.

*****

I
couldn’t get enough of his hard smacks. Pressing my bottom higher, I begged him for more. I did have a kinky side after all. It invigorated me.

When he lifted me to my feet, I couldn’t help but groan out loud.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you, baby.” He laughed. “Put your hands over the chair. He directed me so my naked breasts rested over the back of the chair. My hands lay flat on the seat, my ass high and oh so vulnerable.

The whooshing sound of his belt coming through his loops titillated me. A flush took over my body, and my pussy wept even more. “Are you going to smack me with that?” I turned to see his dark, focused, gaze.

“No. I’m going to whip you with it. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you cry.”

Yes!
I gripped the chair edges, and waited for the first strike, for my whipping to commence. The belt whistled through the air before making contact on the roundest part of my bottom. I screamed. He lashed me again, and I rose on my toes with a grunt. Again and again he whipped me hard, as I trembled and shrieked. Closing my eyes didn’t help. I could hear the whoosh right before the loud thud on my bare flesh. I was raw, aching, vulnerable to his every whim. It was pure agony, pure delight as he whipped every part of my ass, all the way down to my upper thighs, until I couldn’t take any more. I reached my hands back to protect my poor throbbing cheeks, and he grabbed them.

“Two more. You can take it. Be my good girl.”

His words filled me. I wanted to be his good girl more than anything. His throbbing-assed, crying-pitifully, well-whipped good girl. “Whip me, sir.” I raised my bottom for him.

The last two strokes came hard and fast on the lowest part of my bottom, where it met my thighs, and I screamed in agony.

He entered my pussy with one finger, followed quickly by two. I heard his slaps against my wet clit. He stroked as he finger fucked me once, twice, three times, followed by a savage pinch.

I came right there. A loud keening wail released from my lips like never before, as the pressure built bubbled right out of me.
No
. It exploded. My whole body was one tight string that snapped as my orgasm went on and on. My body shook and shivered as he milked every last drop of my orgasm from me. Finally sagging over the chair, spent, I realized something. “I thought...” I still couldn’t get a full breath as I stood up to tease the man who had whipped and finger fucked me to the best orgasm of my life. “I thought you were going to fuck me until I cried.”

“Dear little subbie, we’ve only begun.” He advanced on me with a leer. “Get some water and stretch out your muscles. You’re going to be quite sore by the time I am through with you.”

My breath whooshed out.
Yes, sir.

Chapter Four

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B
uyer’s remorse
.

That’s what I was calling it. What we did yesterday—no, what
I
did yesterday... Oh my God, I danced for him. For three men. One with a camera rolling. I showed them parts of my body that hadn’t seen the light of day in such a long time, they might as well have been made of marble.

I slathered some more of my favorite lavender soap into my palms and scrubbed my body.
Harder
. I couldn’t get clean enough. I felt so dirty and ashamed. I was already on my third lather /rinse cycle. Wash, rinse, look at fat stomach, wince, repeat.

It wasn’t the sex.
That
had been amazing. I couldn’t believe the things we had done, the way I reacted, the words I said. I had never used the “S” word before. It had always seemed so dirty. But yesterday, when Dane played me like a well-oiled instrument, I said those words. And I meant them. I wanted to be his naughty slut. His dirty slut.
His
slut. I remembered the salty taste of his cum, sliding down my throat as he fucked my mouth. And his thick cock had filled my pussy so completely, so beautifully, while he pumped his fingers in and out of my swollen, hot, just-whipped, ass. I’d never come harder or screamed louder than I did yesterday with him.

The sex and the kinky stuff and foreplay weren’t the issue.

It was the lack of control.
My control
. Did I really dance for those men? I lost all control. I showed them the most horrible parts of my body. The fat, grotesque parts even my ex-husband hadn’t liked. I burlesqued my way into a lap dance on my partner. And don’t even get me started on that dollar bill. Holy shit! Did I even bother to think about where the money had been before I shoved it into my panties? No.

I shuddered and slathered up for another extra special washing of my intimate parts. My poor lady bits might have ink on them. Good old George Washington probably had a huge grin on his face—not that I had inspected the bill after wiping my juices all over it.

Germs. So many germs.

I know what my stomach and ass must have looked like when I moved. I bounced up and down, and watched my soapy flesh jiggle—unending wiggling.
Ugh
. Maybe one more scrub/rinse cycle. I turned the water hotter.

Why had I acted like that yesterday? Why the sudden loss of control? Where did the horny porn star thing come from? This was my retribution for not staying in control of myself. Those poor men must have had to rinse their eyes with bleach after they left. Thankfully, they hadn’t laughed. Oh God, I wondered if they laughed. This sucked.

Turning off the water—thankfully, I had finished my final rinse before it ran cold—I stepped out onto the freezing tile floor, and wrapped my favorite orange towel around my wrinkled, overweight body.

Buyer’s remorse.
That’s what I had.

After throwing on my jeans and pulling my hair into a ponytail, I started on my list.

Okay, first things first. Coffee. Then make a list for what to do today, including groceries, a french fry run, and which lists to make next week.

Peppermint-mocha creamer made things seem a little better. I sat down on my old leather couch and pulled my knees up to my chest. The couch was the only thing I give up during the settlement. This was my mom’s old couch. I didn’t want the house, or the pictures, or any of the other furniture. But this couch. It smelled like my mom. Lavender, cinnamon, with little tiny pieces of yarn. No matter how many times I vacuumed, I still found more pieces from her old knitting days. This was my couch.

I snuggled up with my second cup of coffee and finished my list. Okay. Now I needed to clean up the kitchen. It wouldn’t take too long. This tiny apartment didn’t have much in the way of kitchen and living space. It made it easy to keep clean.

After tidying up the kitchen and living room and bathroom, I realized I had been waltzing while vacuuming. Jeesh. I couldn’t get the music out of my head. The beats moved faster, and I started swaying. My hips liked this kind of movement. They liked to sway. So did my ass. I was about to Mary Poppins my way into a provocative salsa with the hose of my Kirby when I realized what I was doing.

Damn it! Scolding myself to stay in control of my freakishly horny body, I goose-stepped my way through the dusting. Mmm, but a feather duster did have the whole French maid kind of appeal to it. I could see myself coyly grinning while reaching for the top shelf. I would wear nothing except my apron.