Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (13 page)

“Now, your little ass is the color I like it.” He roamed his hands over her inflamed flesh, before grasping her hips pulling her bottom up with her head still on the bed. Maddox slipped his finger into her now very wet labia, finding her hard clit, paying particular attention to it.

Libby’s hips swayed, pressing against the pad of his finger, her arousal climbing from not only his ministrations but the burn of the belting, warming her, preparing her for his cock.

Maddox lined up his shaft, thrusting into her—hard and fast—up to the hilt. “Is this what you’re looking for, girl?”

“Y-yes!”

He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her, his cock rubbing the sensitive flesh, her moans with every impale growing in intensity as her arousal climbed to her orgasm. And when he inserted a finger into her anus, she shouted, rising onto her hands, rocking herself back, the double penetration overwhelming her senses.

Maddox’s hips pound into her backside, reigniting the stripes from the belt, and suddenly he flipped her onto her back his eyes focused on her breasts watching them wobble from the activity. He leans over grabbing each in a hand, squeezing with a punishing strength, pinching the steel tipped nipples. He slaps them, leaving pink marks on the milky white skin. His cock jerked in response.

Libby lifted her hips, wanting him inside her again. “Please, Sir.”

Maddox cups an ass cheek in each hand, keeping her lifted, thrusting into her, pistoning himself into her hot sheath. “Jesus, this hot cunt of yours!”

His words spur her toward her orgasm, she pants her chest heaving, and Libby pulled her knees toward her chest opening herself to him, his thrusts going deeper. He wrapped a hand around her neck, not hurting her, just squeezing either side, gently. Maddox licked one of his fingers, his gaze fixed upon hers, before inserting it into her anus.

He times the thrusts of his finger with the thrust of his penis, filling her, taking her. The pounding along with the pumping in her anus made her grunt with each simultaneous invasion. The burn in her pucker adds to the climb, and then just as she reaches the precipice, another finger is inserted, she clenches around it, her sex doing the same with his shaft.

Maddox bites his lower lip, growling deep in his chest before vigorously pistoning into her, his grip tightening on her neck infinitesimally, catapulting her over the cliff. She screamed, the sound buried within his shout of release. Steady hot streams of his semen spurted into her, her sex convulsing around him.

Her body trembles, her hip jerking with the residual tremors. Libby focused on the clenching of her pussy, straining with each contraction, her arousal instead of declining, climbs yet again. She rocks her legs, now pinned between her and Maddox’s chest, rubbing her clit against him.

“I’m coming again,” Libby groaned through gritted teeth.

Maddox pressed his now semi-erect cock into her, swiveling his hips, sliding his cock along the sensitive internal tissue; she felt it rocking within her and her shout erupted with her second orgasm. Her hips thrust so hard that he slipped out, now pressed between her labia, bumping against her too sensitive clit.

He slides down her body licking and sucking the juices from her sex, rising back to kiss her lips gently—the taste of his juices and herself on him.

“Are you done, babygirl? Or do you have another orgasm in there?”

“I think I’m done…I think.” Libby felt spent, but her pussy pulsed leading her to believe that she wasn’t done yet.

Apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Maddox slid back down, kissing her sex, cupping a cheek in each hand before dipping his tongue into her.

He slid up the crevice to pay particular attention to her clit, circling it with feathery touches. The sensitive bundle of nerves screamed after coming twice in a short period. She tried pushing his head away from the overly sensitive area, but his response was hard, crisp slaps to her thigh, which had her hips thrusting and her sex clenching.

Maddox continued to stroke the nub until her hips jerked, unable to hold still, her head rolled back, her back arching. His tongue poked into her channel, prodding the area, and when her hips rose up, taking him with her, his hard hand brought her back down to the mattress, holding her in place, which ramped up her arousal.

She struggled to stay still, knowing it’s what he wanted, but more than that, she wanted to thrust and jolt against his face, rubbing her clit on him until she reached completion. She had no doubt that the struggle added to the sexual tension.

When he slipped a finger into her anus again, she bucked and tightened around him so hard; even he couldn’t hold her down any longer. A low chuckle erupted from him that vibrated against her core. With what seemed like no warning, when he circled her clit, she shouted with her release, coming apart around him, milking his tongue, which he’d thrust into her when she came.

“Oh, Jesus!” she groaned, her body collapsing.

He slid up her body, kissing her lips gently. She could taste herself on him, and smiled at him, but was unable to open her eyes or move.

“You think you’re done now, Libby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He tucked her to his body, covering them both with the blankets.

She murmured into his chest. “And now that you know my suspicion, tomorrow you can see for yourself the clues that your father spanks your mother.”

“Those are
not
words that’ll help me sleep. Trust me.”

***

Maddox walked through the door of his house, shocked to hear his father’s voice shouting. He wasn’t a man who shouted, there was no need. David kept order around him without a need to raise his voice.

“You will
not
raise your voice to me, Pamela. Get your things; we’re going to the hotel. Now.”

“B-but what will I tell Maddox?” Libby’s voice shook. His girl was either crying or distraught. It took quite a bit for her voice to shake.

Maddox rounded the corner to find his father wagging his finger at his soon-to-be wife. “You’ll tell him that we went back to the hotel so I could take care of business. And you’ll say your part in this fiasco today.”

“What in the
hell
is going on in here?” Maddox looked at both his father and fiancée to his mother, who had just walked into the room.

“I-I’m afraid this is my fault, I was—”

David cut his mother off. “I’ll handle this.” He returned his attention to Maddox. “It appears that your Libby was showing the cake to your mom, who had no qualms telling your girl that it would look like ‘shit’ at which point Elizabeth called your mother a bitch. And thankfully I was nearby and able to get to the table before they engaged in a physical altercation, if you can believe it.”

Maddox looked at the two most important women in his life and felt like he could actually throttle both of them.

“Are you serious?” He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them, turning to Libby he said, “And you! You know better!”

“Well, so does your mother, and she’s lived long enough to know the consequences of such words. Don’t you, bad girl?” David dipped his chin, his eyes narrowed.

Maddox and Libby exchanged glances. Maddox had
no
doubt
that his father engaged in some discipline with his mother.

“Yes, Sir.”

Yes, Sir? Holy shit.

Maddox found himself a little dumbfounded and unsure how to proceed. He returned his attention to his bad girl. “You
had
to know that calling my mother a bitch would not end well for you, am I correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“It seems we both have some discussions to be held tonight. I’ll leave you to yours, and I’ll take mine back to the hotel. We’ll be by in the morning before we leave. I’m sure we’ll have a much more sedate and friendly visit tomorrow.”

“Count on it. See you tomorrow, Dad.”

The door had barely shut, and he still stood staring at her expressionless, hands on his hips. “Get undressed and get my big belt.” He shrugged off his suit coat, draping it neatly over the back of a kitchen chair.

“Oh, God! Daddy, please.” Her clasped hands wrung in front of her.

“Don’t beg or plead. You asked for this. Do as you were told.” He rolled up the left sleeve of his dress shirt.

Libby pulled her shirt off, draping it over the chair closest to her before unbuttoning her jeans. She tugged them over her hips, stopping their downward trek only to pull her panties up, then continuing to push them the rest of the way off her legs, and placing them on the same chair. Libby reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, letting the straps slip off her shoulders and down her arms, tossing it to the pile of clothes. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled with the motion, her nipples quickly tightened from nerves and the coolness of the air brushing across her areolas.

Maddox fought the urge to walk over to pinch and squeeze the plump globes, waiting for a more opportune time. The goal was to increase her anticipation and fear, as well as enhancing the humiliation of the baring process.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Tears were now tracking down her cheeks, her nose pink.

“Don’t delay, Elizabeth. It won’t fare well for you.” Both sleeves were rolled up, and he wanted just to get this started so he could figure out what the hell happened here today.

She hooked her thumbs into her peach satin panties, the elastic stretching over the swell of her bottom, turning inside out as the crotch caught at the apex of her thighs. She widened her stance some, the scant material jerking downward once released from her generous thighs, the peach material in the gusset stained darker from the overflow of her juices.

His hard cock stirred seeing her wet panties. He inhaled deeply, her musky scent in the air already. Maddox tugged at his pants, readjusting himself to ease his uncomfortableness.

Libby bent over to pick up the panties, her breasts dangling and swaying freely. His breath stuttered, and he swore he felt light-headed just from the sight, his mouth watering. She placed the damp panties on top of the clothes, pausing to give him a cursory glance.

“Get the belt.”

She scurried out of the room, hurrying up the stairs toward their bedroom. Her pristine globes jiggled with each mincing step. Maddox swore he could feel those buttocks enveloping his cock. He loved her ass—would love it more soon—red and hot to the touch. He never enjoyed disciplining her or seeing her cry, but sexually he found himself looking forward to these times, her wet tears on his chest, his aching hand from spanking her naughty bottom, massaging her hot flesh. Or burying his cock into her wet, hot cunt with her paddled backside pressing into his groin.

He’d been born for this dynamic, had yearned for something more, and when he found out about spanking during sex; a whole new world had opened up to him. He needed the power of a submissive woman, soft and yielding over his lap. To have an older woman, kneeling at his feet and submitting to his dominance made the experience that much more fulfilling.

The jingle of the buckle on his belt alerted him to her descent down the stairs. His eyes watched her breasts bounce with every step, the slight sag in the large globes exciting him more than she could realize. He loved the small reminders of her age—they were a huge turn on for him.

She walked up to him, eyes downcast, gracefully kneeling to kiss the belt before handing it to him, her eyes hesitantly rising to meet his, seeking his approval.

“Good girl. Now we’ll discuss what happened. At ease.”

She sat back on her heels, eyes downcast again, hands in her lap as required.

“So you showed my mother the cake.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And?” He slowly walked around her, goose flesh rising. He slid a finger down her spine to just above the crack of her ass.

She shivered. “A-and. Well, she made a face and then she said really snotty, ‘That’s going to look like shit, you know?’ and I kinda lost it.”

He stood in front of her again, the belt within her view, tilting her chin up. “And tell me what you said. All of it.”

Her throat visibly worked to swallow, her eyes darting to look at the belt in his other hand. “I said ‘Y-you bitch! You’re always finding ways to be unhappy and adverse. Are you ever f-fucking happy?’”

Maddox knew what she said was on target but just because it was true, didn’t mean it needed to be said. He was just as positive that his mother would be sitting on a sore backside, too, his father had been very clear about that—again, it was more than he cared to know. As far as his girl was concerned, he was glad she wouldn’t be the only one punished tonight.

“You need to be spanked for that.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” Her eyes filled with fresh tears.

“You’re a smart woman, Elizabeth. You knew when you stooped to my mother’s level and called her names that you’d be paddled, didn’t you?”

“I guess… Yes, Sir.”

Maddox walked around her again, sliding the belt along her body. “First, you’ll be belted tonight, but most of your punishment will be at The Playpen tomorrow night. You’ll be spending most of your evening in the Nursery; the discipline will be administered by Mommy and me. You’ll be a sorry girl, trust me.”

“B-but I don’t like the Nursery.” Her back stiffened, she tilted her chin upward.

Maddox pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you refusing? And if so, I need to have a clear reason why?”

“N-no. I’m not refusing. I just…I don’t like it there…I don’t want diapers or bottles, Daddy. Please. I just…I can’t do that. Please.”

She’d been respectful and transparent, just as he’d taught her when asking clarification or voicing her boundaries. “Good girl. Of course, baby. No diapers and no bottles. Anything else?”

She dropped her head, quietly thinking before responding. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“I know, Kitten. But even you know this went too far, right?” He brushed his knuckles down the side of her cheek.
His girl.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Maddox sighed loudly. He’d better get it over with, so she could be sent to bed. “Stand up.”