Ditching The Dream (Dream Series) (22 page)

“It’s okay,” I managed. His eyes flew open and stared at me. A fire ignited in him and he started to thrust with wild abandon and pushed me over into my release. Two more powerful thrusts and he cried out and shuddered with his own climax.

His thrusting slowly subsided, letting us both down to earth, gently. His body grew heavy and he dropped his head next to my ear. “Where. Have. You. Been?”

In the afterglow, my head resting against his powerful chest and his arm stroking my back, I started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking that Greg would never –”

Jack jumped out of bed as if his ass were on fire. He glared at me, all tenderness gone. The soft lighting combined with the moon’s blue glow streaming into the room, cast dark shadows over his chiseled chest and face, making him appear cold and hard.

“W-What?”

“Get up.”

“Jack, what’s going on?”

“How dare you bring another man’s name into my bed. You need to learn a lesson, little girl.”

“Oh, come on now. You’re being childish.”

“Get. Up. Now. I will not ask again, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth.
What happened to Beth? He was really mad? I slunk out of bed and stood in front of him.

He took hold of my hand as if I were some petulant child and dragged me to the sofa opposite the bed. Taking a seat, he harshly pulled me over his knee.

“Jack, are you out of –”

WHACK! Was he actually spanking me?

“You need to learn to hold your tongue.” He admonished as he rubbed the sting on the left side of my ass.

“I was just –”

WHACK! His hand came down on the right side, this time with even more force than the first. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was so embarrassed.

“Speaking the name of another man in bed is extremely disrespectful.”

WHACK! On the left again.

WHACK! A strike lower this time on the right.

“When you are with me, you are with me. Do you understand?”

I hesitated. My mistake.

WHACK! The other side lower, and my shame growing.

“I asked a question. Do you need me to repeat it?”

“No, I understand. I’m sorry.”

WHACK! Up higher.

“Would you like me to talk about other women I have been with while you are cradled in my arms after mind blowing sex?”

Mind blowing sex? He thought it was mind blowing? “N-No. I suppose I wouldn’t.”

“I didn’t think so,” he said, caressing my burning backside. “So, are you done?”

“Yes, sir.” I don’t know what made me add the sir. It felt right. I guess it went back to my upbringing. He lowered his head and kissed my warm, tingling bum, and massaged it with skilled fingers.

“Good girl.” I smiled. I don’t know why. I had just been spanked. I should be furious. But I realized that I had indeed been rude by mentioning Greg. And I was taught a lesson of sorts. I had hurt Jack. The thing about the spankings is that they weren’t a
beating
. They were delivered firmly, yes. He explained his case before and after. And he was pleased that I had learned the lesson. I was so confused.

Whack. This time it was not so hard. In fact, it was nearly soft. A small moan escaped my lips, and I was surprised as I felt myself grow wet between my legs…

“That one was for pleasure. Did you feel a difference?” he asked softly, caressing the skin.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“So pink,” he whispered. “So warm.”

Whack. This blow on the other cheek. I started to tremble as need grew inside of me.

He slowly lowered his caressing hand to between my legs. He sought my folds. He sunk a finger in. I shuddered at the sensations, my ass on fire, my core a riot, my pussy so wanting. The gasp that escaped my lips was all the encouragement he needed.

Before I knew it, Jack was on his feet and had me barely on mine. He brought me to the side of the sofa and bent me over it. My heart pounded in my chest, and my mind was spinning out of control. I could barely place where I was, let alone who I was.

He opened the drawer of the side table, next to the sofa, and sheathed his straining cock with a handy condom. “Are you ready for more? And will you remember who you are with?”

“Yes, sir,” I panted, as he plunged into me from behind. How was he hard again so quickly? But I didn’t have any time to think about that. It was not a soft ‘fuck,’ as they say. It was full of need. It was carnal. His sack slapping on my clit with each thrust.

He reached below me and held onto my breasts, settling my nipples between his firm fingers, squeezing them in conjunction with his thrusting. I felt simply euphoric when I climaxed, my essence running down my leg. Two thrusts more and he grunted his own release.

S
lowly I walked home from Jess and Jim’s house. Jim invited me to dinner and to watch the Giants get their asses handed to them… again. It was nice to get a break from frozen dinners or take out, but Jessica’s cooking couldn’t compare to Elizabeth’s. I ate every bite though. Jim would have beaten the shit out of me if I hadn’t.

Jim had been my best friend since high school. He was the best man at our wedding. Expected that the best man might hook up with the maid-of-honor. What we didn’t expect was that Jim and Elizabeth’s best friend, and maid of honor, Jessica, would get married. I wasn’t surprised though. Jessica’s a looker, as was Jim. And the four of us always got along really well. But tonight was different. I could tell that Jessica didn’t want me there. She kept her distance. And Jim wouldn’t say much.

Jess did say Elizabeth was doing well and that I shouldn’t worry about her. That Bets had gotten a good job, and was thrilled with paying her own rent. That she’s making friends, and loved the hustle and bustle of the city. That she’s living the life of the twenties she never got a chance to live.

Ouch.
Jessica always knew just where to get her digs in. Yes, she was Bets’ best friend, but since she was married to my best buddy, you think she’d cut me a break from time to time. But she was right. And it’s what I was thinking too.

Jess assured me that it would all work out the way it was supposed to. But her voice revealed that bigger change may be afoot. It was chilling. I’d have to pump Jim for details next time we got together, without Jessica listening in from the next room. Then again, he was so pussy whipped by his wife that the marriage confidence trumped the best-buddy bond.

I checked my cell phone to go over my calendar for tomorrow. Five face-to-face meetings, two of which were re-schedules from my ridiculous calling-in-sick stint.

Scrolling through the next few days, Tuesday caught my eye. Elizabeth’s birthday. Phoebe was going to visit her. Should I send a card? Should I go buy a gift and ask Phoebe to deliver it for me? I had no idea what to get her. I never had. She was so good at knowing what I would like for a gift, even if I didn’t know I wanted it.

Maybe I should just go along? But I said I’d give Elizabeth space. A month. I had to stick to my word. I was always a man of my word. I missed her terribly. I didn’t know what about her I missed exactly, just that things felt empty with her gone.

I
stretched and registered the soreness all over my body. I felt an aching between my legs, my nipples were tender, and my backside still tingled. And it was all delicious. I was alive.

I inhaled deeply, keeping my eyes closed to the morning light. I smelled cologne and sex. I peeked open an eye and looked around. This was not my apartment. This was Jack’s place. I spent the night! How could I have done that? But then the four orgasms came to mind and I knew why. I was too tired to move after that last one. And too confused to go anywhere.

Now I was going to have to do the walk of shame back to my apartment. I cursed myself for being so stupid. For caving to hormones. That’s what this had to be, right?

Gradually the smell of coffee reached my senses. I looked around for something to wear, and couldn’t find my bra and panties. Where had they gone? I did see Jack’s blue shirt on the floor and decided that would have to do.

I ambled through the house, taking it in by day light. The browns and creams that seemed so brooding at night, now lent a warm and calming mood. I made my way to the kitchen to find Jack sitting at the table reading the paper with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

I just watched from around the corner for a moment, the sun lighting his features perfectly – but I guess that’s what made him a model – any lighting was good lighting. He was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to every muscle his torso boasted. I stepped a little further into the doorway which caught his attention. He set the paper down instantly and a dazzling smile spread across his face, his eyes giving me a once over.

“Good morning,” he said. “I think that shirt fits you better than it does than me.”

“Oh, I think it suits you just as well,” I laughed.

“Come, have a seat. Coffee? Breakfast?”

“Coffee, please,” I moaned.

“I take it you like coffee.”

I nodded, yawning and trying to shake off the sleepies.

“How do you take it?” he asked.

“Sweet and light,” I replied.

“Do eggs and toast sound good to you? I was going to make that for myself.”

“Sounds delicious. Can I help?”

“Nope. I’ve got it all under control,” he cooed, setting a hot cup of coffee before me with a small pitcher with cream and a sugar bowl.

I fixed my mug, and sat, sipping on the glorious coffee and watched Jack gather the things to make us breakfast. Glancing at the paper sitting on the table, I noticed a large ad for the opera Carmen playing at the Met.

“That’s one thing I want to do while I’m in town,” I mused.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The theatre. Broadway. Opera. The symphony. I love it all.”

“Well, I’m definitely taking you to the theatre then,” he offered. “
Carmen
is playing at The Met. One of my favorites.” Really? He loved opera? That was a pleasant surprise. “You said your birthday is next week? Tuesday?”

“Good memory. Yes.”

“Done, then. We’re going to
Carmen
.” He peeked over at me, his eyes twinkling.

“What?”

“I love that you enjoy opera.”

“I’m surprised that you do,” I replied, a smile curling on my lips. The only thing Greg ever took me to was a baseball game. Correction: many baseball games. I dreaded them. I dreaded his reaction when his team wasn’t winning. I dreaded his reaction when his team
was
winning. I’d asked for years early on to go to the theatre and he’d take me, then make fun of it, or fall asleep during the performance. Eventually I stopped asking to go.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” he asked, turning his attention full, and dazzling smile, on me while setting a plate of perfectly cooked, sunny side up eggs and lightly buttered whole wheat toast in front of me.

“Well, I have the dinner shift tonight. I was planning on doing my laundry today. How about you?”

“Just a few meetings,” he muttered. “Nothing big.”

Why wouldn’t he just spill about his job already? I guess it was all a part of his power play.

Three hours later, I was making my way to my apartment sans bra and panties. I asked Jack about them, but he played innocent and pretended he didn’t know what I was talking about. Two can play at that game, so I didn’t press it and dressed without.

As the elevator opened on my floor, I planned to make every effort to slink down the hallway as quietly as possible, not wanting to be spotted by Kevin or Mrs. Hanlon. No sooner had I stepped into the hallway and the elevator doors close behind me, did Kevin step out of his place dressed for a run in running pants and a long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved Jimmy Buffet shirt. Even with two layers of shirts, his chest still looked hard and cut.
Shit!

I held my head high and started toward my apartment, but I felt my body wake up as his sexy figure walked toward me. Worse than that, my nipples were betraying me as they puckered under my shirt. And without my bra on, I was terrified that Kevin would notice.

“Hi, Kevin,” I chirped, figuring I would be better off on the offense. To keep sneaking by would only draw attention to my discomfort.