Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (12 page)

And, of course, Pam had to go straight to the negative. Her attitude drove Libby nuts, she knew it was a concern and had questioned the owner about that very issue. Did Maddox’s mother just have to rain on everything presented? Did she?

“I already handled that. I asked—”

“I’ve got this, Elizabeth.” Maddox narrowed his gaze at her, his hand squeezing her thigh, digging his fingers into the soft inner flesh—a very clear warning.

She silently nodded, and he resumed talking like it hadn’t even occurred. “Mom, the Santa Anna winds are in October, so of course we asked since our wedding is in the middle of that. But we’ve been assured that if winds are predicted that day, or if there are fires, God forbid, we’ll move the wedding inside the decorated barn. The same goes for rain. We have this handled. It’s what we both want. There are horses, alpacas, and goats in the pasture nearby, but it has the grandeur of a pool overlooking the valley and mountains for evening swimming. And, did we show you?” He flipped through the pages, pointing at one. “This house has five bedrooms; we’ve rented it for the weekend, and Libby and I, plus you and Dad, and her parents can stay there. We won’t have to drive anywhere at the end of the reception. We’ll just walk across the lawn to our house.”

Maddox smiled at them smugly, closing the portfolio. Sliding his hand across the top of it, he said, “Pretty nice, don’t you think? Elizabeth has thought of everything, and she’s been tireless with every detail.”

Pam pursed her lips, staring at the album, her back stiff. “I always thought you
wanted
to marry in a church? Like your sister did. You never said you wanted an outdoor wedding—
until now.”
Her eyes first made contact with Maddox and then skirted toward Libby before quickly returning to Maddox again. Obviously, she hoped to garner some sympathy swaying his opinion.

“Mom, we’ve had this discussion—”

“Pamela, are you uncomfortable in that wooden chair? Maybe we should take a walk outside. Get some fresh air.” David stood grasping Pam’s elbow urging her to stand.

“Oh. I’m fine…I mean…if you think, we should take a walk…I guess.” Both her hands brushed lightly across her bottom as if dusting off her pants.

That’s odd. Almost as if she was protecting her bottom.

“I do. It was a long ride, and I think a walk might clear the air a bit as well letting us stretch a bit.” He guided her toward the door with a hand on the small of her back. “We’ll be back shortly to finish this conversation.”

***

Libby picked up the coffee mugs and plates putting them neatly into the sink, returning to Maddox, who was now standing by the kitchen table.

“I thought we had discussed letting me handle the conversation with my parents?”

“You did take care of it. What are you talking about?”

Was he going to start a fight? Now?

“After I cut you off, wrenching the invitations from your hands.”

“You had to do no such thing. I gave them to you nicely. And for the record, I would have presented the details in a
much
better way, but who’s counting. Don’t do , Maddox! Not now. I really am not in the mood after dealing with your mother. I’m just not.” Libby turned with more plates in her hand to bring to the sink, leaving him standing in the dining room.

What the fuck? How did this become my issue?

She stomped back to him, hands on her hips. “And another thing. I sat back and didn’t even interrupt. I was the good little fiancée not having an opinion, playing the dutiful bride-to-be. I listened to you drivel on about the wedding, forgetting important details, not even correcting you
once!
That deserves an award, in my book.”

“You deserve something all right, but a reward wasn’t what I was thinking.” He stalked toward her.

Her heart galloped instantly at his narrowed gaze a slight tic in his jaw present. “W-what are you doing?” She backed up only a half-step before his hands grabbed her hips, pressing her over the back of a chair, keeping her in place with a hand in the middle of her back.

“How do you speak to Daddy? Mmm, bad girl?” He reached under her, unbuttoning her pants, whisking them and her panties down simultaneously to rest just under her buttocks.

“Madd—Daddy! What if they come back?” Libby craned her neck, looking toward the foyer.

“They can’t see in here from the doorway, but I’d hear them come in and fix your pants quickly. You have bigger concerns right now. Answer the question. How are you supposed to speak to Daddy?” He swatted the middle of her bottom the sting spreading instantly.

“Ow. I’m expected to be respectful.” She gripped the edge of the table to prevent herself from covering her backside.

“So referring to my discussion as ‘drivel,’ would that be respectful?” While talking Daddy picked up the spatula from the breakfast casserole dish, wiping it clean with a paper napkin.

Libby watched him carefully, goose bumps rising on her skin. She had a funny feeling about this and quickly rushed in with her response. “N-no, it wasn’t Daddy. And I’m sorry. It’s not drivel—ever.”

“Is that so?” He slapped the spatula several times in a row, fast and hard, across what felt like all areas of her bottom.

Her toes danced on the floor, the bite of the whippy plastic implement making her ass tingle. “Y-yes. I’m sorry.”

“And I
never
expect you to be mindless or silent, but I do want you listening to an order that I make for
your
protection. I wanted to have this conversation so you wouldn’t get hurt or say something you’d regret.” His arm swung out, and he resumed paddling her backside. Each word accentuated with a smack of the unforgiving plastic. “I never expect you to be the ‘dutiful bride-to-be’, but I want you to be respectful. Clear?”

“Y-yes. Oh God. Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay. I expect better from you. Now, before you pull those pants up, go wash your spanking off this spatula before returning it to the breakfast casserole.”

Did he just tell me to wash my ‘spanking’ off that damn thing?

When she didn’t immediately move, he raised both eyebrows waggling the implement in front of her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and hobbled by her pants, trying to keep them on her thighs, she waddled to the kitchen, washing it clean, and obediently handing it to him.

“Good girl.” He placed it in front of the dish, reaching out to pull up her panties first, followed by her dress pants, buttoning them while she stood, embarrassed and humiliated at being treated like a little girl. Taking a deep breath, Maddox said, “Let me handle my mother when she gets back. It’ll be okay. I know how to deal with her.” He kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. A hug that made all the worries flee, her concerns and fears tossed aside and replaced with contentment.

***

Once David had Pam standing in a cove of trees near the house, hidden from view he put his hands on his hips. “Your backside must not be sore enough today. Is that the problem we’re having up there at the house?”

He started searching for small whippy branches on the ground and twigs within arm’s reach from the trees.

Looking up from his task, he saw her wringing her hands. “N-no. It still hurts. It’s just…I wanted to point out that he never
used
to want a wedding like this. And I’m not sure it’ll work in October.”

He found one that seemed to be a perfect size and still green enough to bend easily; he sliced it through the air; Pamela’s back stiffened at the sound. “Drop your pants and panties just enough for me to give you a few licks of this switch.”

She looked over her shoulder, seeing the house in the distance, but knew they were far enough in the cove to be safely hidden.

“Now.” He lowered his voice, putting a warning edge to it.

Pam turned around, apparently trying to keep her privacy from the zero chance of onlookers. She pulled down the back of her pants, baring her bottom, which has some pink marks from the night before. “This is ridiculous. I’m still sore, so don’t hit too hard.”

“Do you bark out orders to me?”

“N-no, I’m just letting you know that I can’t handle too much at this point.” She shifted her weight on her feet. Her plump ass jiggled and clenched in anticipation.

“Guess you should have thought about that before you opened your mouth again. Bend over. I’ll keep you nice and sore if that’s what it takes, my dear.”

He swung his arm wide, snapping the branch on her buttocks, and to her credit, she stayed in the spot, but dancing on her toes, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. “Hands on your knees.”

He lashed the underside of her bottom that had her moaning, rising up on the balls of her feet.

“That’s enough. Pull your pants back up.” David tossed the branch, walking up to her, rubbing her bottom through her clothing. “Do you think you’ll behave now, bad girl.”

“Yes. That goddamn thing hurt.” She scowled at him, quickly turning it into a smile. “I like when you call me ‘good girl’ or ‘bad girl.’”

“Don’t start misbehaving to make me use it, or it’ll stop fast.” He pulled away. “Let’s get back to the house. Mind your manners.” He gave her a hard, crisp slap to move on her way.

She danced on her toes. “Ouch. Shit.” Her eyes widening, apparently worried she may incur more switching.

“Watch it.”

“I
’m telling you, Maddox; you didn’t see it. Your father slid his finger all along the silver buckle of his belt; his eyes were narrowed too. Your mother swallowed so loud; I heard it. I swear I did. She did an about turn and said that whatever I thought was best for the cake would be good enough for her. It’s fucking weird. Your father spanks her; I’m one hundred percent convinced now.”

Maddox rubbed his forefinger along his mustache, obviously thinking. “Well, it was a form of communication with my sisters and me as kids. So in that regard it makes sense. If my father spanked her, I would know. I mean…I would’ve heard if he disciplined her over the years. Right?”

“Well, I’d think so too. Do you think that maybe they just started? It could be that he didn’t do that when you guys were home…they probably tried to hide it. So he would do the belt thing with you as a boy?

“Oh, yes. It worked wonderfully too. Just as it works for you, little girl.” He winked at her, her heart fluttering.

“He does other things that are similar to what you do with me. You know how you glare at me or make little statements?”

Maddox had nodded silently.

“He’ll say, ‘Do you want to rephrase that, Pamela?’ or ‘Maybe we should just go to the hotel for an early evening or a nap.’”

“God, I really have no wanting to know this—delving into the realm of dominance and submission with my parents.” He buried his head in his hands, shaking it. “I have zero interest.”

“I know; I’m sure. But he keeps her in line pretty well with the nonverbal.”

“Again, I’m familiar with it—not only as the one who controls another with those tactics, but also as the one he managed in that manner for many years.”

Libby giggled. “I’m kind of taking enjoyment at that the thought of you submitting to someone. It’s not a side of you I’m familiar with.”

“Are you now?” Maddox slid on top of her, his knee nudging her legs apart preventing her from closing them, his already hard cock pressing against her. “Maybe you need a good fucking, girl along with a little of my belt. Mmm?”

He raised his eyebrows at her and before she could respond, he leaned over, pulling his discarded pants off the nightstand, yanking the belt from its loops.

Libby’s hips jerked at the familiar sound of leather slapping—her body thrumming with anticipation.

“Roll over, little girl.”

Although it was only play, and not for punishment, her clit throbbed, butterflies fluttering in her belly.

Maddox sat back on his haunches resting on his heels, gripping the doubled belt over in both hands he pulled it quickly, snapping the leather.

Libby tensed, goose bumps rising on the surface of her skin. “God, I hate that sound.”

“I know, but you also love it on some level, and you know it.” With no warning, he slapped the belt several times onto her waiting bottom.

The burn and bite had her fisting the bed sheets in her hands. Maddox’s hand cupped her pussy, stroking and probing the moist, wet lips. Libby lifted her hips pushing back, her clit seeking relief.

“Not so quick, Libby. I want this ass a little redder than this.” He snapped the belt across her backside, the strokes harder this time, making her gasp and moan with her lips. The burn increased with every lash, until she whimpered, attempting to avoid the next barrage. Maddox never allowed that—and she knew it—his large hand braced her neck, holding her firmly in place. The belt took on a new rhythm—short, fast punishing strokes—that were focused on the underside of her buttocks.

Her legs began to flail, her feet trying to find purchase on the bed until she heard the clatter of the buckle hitting the floor. Libby exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, relief at the reprieve he’d given her.