La Brat (20 page)

It was not even as though she’d been firing on all four cylinders today. She’d most likely spend most of tomorrow putting right the errors she’d made. How could she have been so stupid? She needed that spanking. It would mean he’d be able to forgive her, and it might even help her to forgive herself.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m ready now.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, no longer attempting to hold back her tears.

“You’re crying, love. Does it hurt that much?”

“Yes. I hurt everywhere. But it’s not the bruises. I feel such a fool. I let you down.”

“Yes, you did.” He continued to caress her lower back, feathering his fingers across her most tender places.

“You’re right to be angry.”

He flashed her a lopsided grin. “Do I seem angry to you?”

“Not right now, but… You must be, Sir.”

“I was angry, but now I’m disappointed. And worried about you. I need you to take better care of yourself than this. If your body is to be covered in bruises, I prefer to know I put them there and that we both had a good time in the doing of it.”

“I know that, Sir. I know you care about me. More than I deserve.”

“No, not more than that. So, what are we to do about this problem of yours, then?”

“I deserve a spanking, Sir.”

“You do, certainly.”

“Would you like me over your knee, Sir?”

“Hell, yes. But I don’t think either one of us really believes that would be good idea right now. Are you ready to get out?”

Eugenie nodded, unsure how to interpret his remark about what might constitute a good idea. She tilted her head back as he sprayed warm water over her hair to rinse out the conditioner then accepted his help to stand. Aaron wrapped her in a large towel and wound another around her hair before lifting her in his arms and carrying her from the bathroom. He marched into his bedroom and laid her on the bed.

“Are you tired?”

“Yes, Sir, I am. But I’d rather get this over with now, if you don’t mind. Then, if you think I deserve it, could we make love?”

“So, let me get this right. You expect me to spank you now? While you’re so fragile, so sore? And follow it up with a bit of vanilla sex?”

“Yes, Sir. I need it. Please.”

“Why? What is it you need?”

“I need to be rid of this, this—this guilt.”

“Ah, so this spanking is for you then, not for me?”

“Aren’t they always?”

Aaron smiled, and this time she knew it was a grin of genuine warmth. Still beaming at her, he stood and went over to a drawer, started hunting around inside for something. Eugenie waited, eyeing him with curiosity as he returned to the bed carrying a wooden ruler. Surely, he did not mean to stripe her bottom with that.

“Hold out your hand, Genie. The left one.”

“My hand?” She was incredulous.

He nodded. And waited. Eugenie sat up and extended her left hand, palm up.

“I’d be satisfied with just one stroke. Will that be enough for you, do you think?” He regarded her from under lowered brows, waiting for her to respond.

Eugenie considered for a few moments then shook her head. “No, Sir. I need five, I think. At least five.”

“Okay, five it is, then. Hold your hand still for me, please.”

She did so, resting her fingers against Aaron’s outstretched left hand as he adjusted his grip on the ruler. She closed her eyes, half expecting to be instructed to open them and watch her punishment being administered. The slight whoosh of displaced air was her only warning, then the sharp sting of pain as the ruler connected with her palm.

“One.” Aaron usually asked her to count. She was surprised that he was doing it this time.

Another whoosh and the ruler struck her palm again. It hurt, but was not as bad as she had feared. He was taking it easy, deliberately holding back.

“Harder, Sir. I need it to hurt. Please.”

“Okay. Your safe word for this is still Maupassant, then?”

“I will not require it, Sir. Please, harder.”

The third strike was blistering. Eugenie cried out and it took an extreme effort of will not to hug her hand to her stomach.

“Three.” Aaron waited, as though expecting her to use the safe word.

Eugenie opened her eyes to meet his dark gaze. She pushed her hand toward him.

“The last two, Sir. Please.”

He flattened his mouth in quiet determination. The last two strokes were delivered with quick efficiency, but when she would have at last cradled her hand against her other arm, he held onto it, lifting it to his mouth to lay a soft kiss in her red and smarting palm.

“All done. Could you sleep now?”

“Nearly, Sir. Thank you.”

“Nearly?” He lifted one eyebrow, tilting her chin up with two fingers. “Is there something else I can do for you tonight?”

“Fuck me, Sir. If you would, please. Hard. I need it to be hard. I want that to hurt too.”

“No can do, sweetheart.” He grinned as her face dropped. “I’m all done with hurting you for tonight. I will fuck you, if you insist, but it’s going to be soft and slow and might take a while. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds quite perfect, Sir.”

* * * *

“If your bum and shoulders are the most sore, would you prefer to lie face down?” Aaron murmured the words as he nuzzled the sensitive hollow between her neck and chin. He was naked too, having undressed quickly before stretching out alongside her.

Eugenie angled her head to allow him better access. At that precise moment, her bumps and bruises couldn’t be further from her mind. “Not yet. I’m just… Could we stay like this, Sir?”

“If you like. You’ll tell me if you’re not comfortable, though. Yes?”

“Mmm, yes, Sir. Oh. Oh, Aaron, that feels good.”

Aaron didn’t answer. His mouth was occupied, leaving a trail of kisses from her throat down to her left breast. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, then closed his lips around the swelling nub and sucked.

Eugenie arched her back, and he slid his hand under her shoulders to support her weight as he continued to torment first one pebbled nipple then the other. She writhed on the bed, gasping her appreciation when he scraped his teeth over the sensitive peaks, biting down but not quite hard enough to hurt.

Eugenie knew he was treating her as he might the hotel’s finest porcelain, taking care not to hurt her. She loved his concern for her current fragile state, but at the same time, she craved the intensity of his usual approach. Aaron was exciting, demanding, and always left her body aching in the most intimate places. She wanted some of that ache now.

“Sir, I’m all right, really. You can—oh!” She let out a sharp cry as he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.

“What can I do, Genie? This?” He withdrew and drove his fingers back again—three this time. “Or this perhaps?” He rubbed her G-spot as he shifted farther down to position his head between her thighs. Eugenie spread her legs wide, lifting her hips in optimistic invitation.

Aaron grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her bottom. “Another?”

Eugenie nodded, grateful for the support. Every movement hurt her somewhere, and her muscles really weren’t up to the job tonight, however enthusiastic she might feel. Aaron slid another pillow beneath her.

“How’s that?”

“Fabulous. Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome. Now all you have to do is lie still. Well, fairly still. And if you feel like it, you can tell me when it feels good.”

“I can manage that, Sir.”

Aaron chuckled as he settled back down, his mouth just inches from her damp, welcoming pussy. Eugenie could feel the moisture gathering and longed for the penetration of his skilled fingers again. He’d promised her that this would feel good though, and she was content to wait.

She let out a little hiss of pleasure as he parted her pussy lips with his thumbs then blew on the throbbing flesh he had exposed. He trailed the tip of his tongue around the entrance to her cunt, using his fingers to hold her open. Twice more he traced the outline before dipping his tongue inside.

Eugenie jerked hard, the rush of pure pleasure impossible to contain. She knew she would come quickly—if he allowed it.

“Don’t hold back, love. This is for you.”

Aaron’s Dom antennae were on high alert, sensing everything she was thinking and feeling before she had the chance to verbalize her needs. Moments later, she lay quivering, her pussy spasming as her orgasm pulsed through her, relaxing her tensed muscles in a way the warm bath could never have achieved.

Aaron continued to lick and tongue-fuck her until the climax was spent and she lay still under him again.

He knelt up, still positioned between her thighs.

“Nice start, sweetheart. I wonder how many more we can manage.”

“One or two, I should think.”

“Is that a challenge, love?”

“No, Sir. I just meant…”

“I’d like to blindfold you. Is that all right?”

“Of course, Sir. Whatever you decide. You know that.” The question surprised Eugenie. Aaron never usually told her what he planned, let alone asked for her permission. Tonight was certainly different, in many ways.

He reached past her to open a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a soft scarf. He rolled it loosely then used it to cover her eyes and tied the ends at the back of her head. The effect was instant, the loss of one key sense heightening her others. Eugenie knew this was his plan. She also knew that whatever he had in mind for her next might not be strenuous but it would be intense.

Her thoughts scattered in the next moments as his hands were on her hips, caressing her then lifting her toward his mouth again. He sucked on her clit, drawing the swollen bud into his mouth and pressing his tongue against it. Eugenie felt like she might be floating.

All too soon, he lowered her back onto the pillows and began to work his way back up her body. He kissed her belly button then her breasts again, before finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. She was dimly aware of the snap of foil and settled against the pillows in happy anticipation. He shifted his hips, and Eugenie lifted her legs as the head of his cock nudged her entrance.

“Keep still, girl. Unless you’re uncomfortable. Are you, Genie?”

“No, Sir. I’m fine.”

“Good.” He shifted again then thrust forward. His cock slid into her. He buried himself to the hilt in her warm pussy.”

Eugenie moaned and resisted the urge to lock her heels behind his waist. She reached for his shoulders, though, and hung on as he withdrew and drove his erection deep into her again.

“Are you still fine, Genie?”

“Yes, Sir. Very fine.”

“Mmm, and very tight too. So fucking sweet, girl…”

He delivered a couple more long, slow strokes, and Eugenie thought she might faint with pleasure. Was such a thing possible? She would soon know.

His cock balls-deep within her, Aaron stopped. Eugenie rolled her hips, her body already tightening in readiness for her next climax. Aaron ignored her wriggling and reached under her to drag the pillows away. He then shoved his knees under her bottom and arranged her legs on either side of his, spreading her out for his perusal.

Even blindfolded, Eugenie knew he was looking at her, and specifically at the point where their bodies joined. She lay still, absorbing the intimacy of the moment, vulnerable, open to him. Were it not for her injuries, she suspected he would have tied her hands behind her back for this, which would have heightened the sense of his possession still further. On instinct, she tucked her hands under her waist. And she waited.

“This is going to feel good, but if it gets too much, you’re to tell me. Is that okay, Genie?”

Too much? Could there ever be too much pleasure?
Puzzled, Eugenie nodded her agreement.

Even though she was expecting him to touch her, she still jerked when Aaron used his fingers to trace the lips of her pussy stretched tightly around his cock. Eugenie quivered, her body already preparing to orgasm again.

“So aroused, so ready. Would you like to come again, little slut?”

“Yes. Yes please, Sir.”

“Do it, then.” His tone was low and so sexy, a caress in itself.

He held her hips still as he slowly pulled back then thrust deep. He repeated the stroke, achingly gentle yet filling her entirely.

Helpless, Genie sighed her delight as the walls of her pussy contracted around him, her body convulsing as he drew her climax from her. She was still shaking as the waves of sensation died away and Aaron sank his cock deep inside her and went still once more.

“Nice?”

“Mmm, very nice, Sir.”

“And this?”

She started at the faint humming sound then let out a long, low groan as sensation exploded across her clit.

“What…?”

“Shh. Enjoy.”

A bullet vibrator. Must be.
She had no notion where he had produced it from, but he had. Aaron was always prepared. He rubbed the toy against her clit, stroking the sides, the tip. He pressed harder, and she knew her next orgasm was just moments away. How many had that been? Two? Three?

“Oh God! Sir, I can’t…”

“I think you can, love. Now.”

Her body convulsed again, waves of pleasure pulsing from her clit. She squeezed her pussy around his cock, loving the feeling of fullness as she came. Aaron was relentless, continuing to stroke her clit and pussy lips with the vibrator, ramping up the intensity as she stilled.

Eugenie lost count of how many times she came, each orgasm drawn from her by his expert touch and the magic of his sweet little toy. At last, though, she answered her earlier question. There was such a thing as too much pleasure. Or perhaps that should be too much all at once.

“Enough, Sir. Please, that is enough.”

“Yeah?”

The buzzing stopped.

For a few moments, Eugenie basked in the silent stillness, her body still humming. She sighed as Aaron stroked her sensitized clit with the pad of his thumb.

“All done?”

“Yes. No. Oh, that feels so good, Sir.”

“Enjoy then.”

She would not have believed that he might yet draw another orgasm from her, but he did. The soft, undemanding caress coaxed her back to the brink and over, sending her spinning once again. And at last, she was really done. She could manage no more.