La Brat (29 page)

By the twentieth stroke, she was screaming his name, by the thirtieth, she suspected she had forgotten her own. She sobbed, cried out, her tears flowing freely, but still he didn’t stop, and still she wouldn’t ask him to. Her buttocks felt to be on fire, the pain blistering across her bottom and thighs. It would be days before she would be prepared to even contemplate sitting.

Still she didn’t want him to stop. She needed this, yearned for it, craved the bite of his expert spanking.

After the fortieth stroke, Aaron laid the paddle brush beside him on the bed. He rested his palm on her quivering, crimson ass. Eugenie flinched, groaned and lifted her bottom up for more.

“Mmm, so hot, sweetheart.” He lifted his hand to his mouth and mimed spitting on it then made a sizzling sound.

Turning her head and shoulders to face him, Eugenie answered with a watery grin, still balanced across his thighs. She knew she should move, but would wait until instructed to do so. She was happy enough where she was.

“Thank you, Sir. That was so good. Still is.”

“Not done yet. Spread your legs.”

“More?”

“Oh, yes. First, I want to see what effect we’ve had so far. Open your legs and show me your cunt.”

With a small shiver, Eugenie obeyed, conscious of her swollen, sensitized folds exposed for him to view. No matter how many times she opened her legs for his inspection, the eroticism of the moment was never any less for her.

“Fucking beautiful. I think you’ve been enjoying yourself, haven’t you, my pretty little pain slut?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, could you…?”

“Could I what? This?” He thrust three fingers deep into her pussy, curling them to caress her G-spot.

Eugenie let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a scream as he continued to finger-fuck her. She squeezed her inner muscles around his digits, gyrating her hips as she sought more pressure, more friction, more everything. His grip tightened around her wrists, still held securely behind her back, which only served to increase her pleasure. Perhaps sensing her growing need, he increased the tempo, driving his fingers into her deep and fast as he lifted her bottom up for him.

“Please, Sir, I need to come. Now, I can’t help it.”

“No? You really should try, my love—unless you want more of the hairbrush. Is that it? Would you like me to spank you again?”

“No, Sir, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Ah, I see. Have you had enough of this, then? Would you like me to stop?” He stilled his fingers inside her, waiting for her response.

It came in the form of a long, low moan. “Please, Sir, I can’t stand this. I need to come. I need to be fucked. I need you inside me.”

“I know what you need. I always know and I always deliver. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Please, I can’t think straight. Sir, I just… I need…” Eugenie was close to tears, her desperation mounting as he slowly started to thrust his fingers inside her once more. She clenched, her pussy spasming, quite beyond her control as her orgasm bubbled and simmered, so close but just beyond her reach.

“On the bed. Face down. Now.” Aaron’s instructions were terse and to the point. He released her hands and Eugenie couldn’t obey quickly enough, scrambling across his lap to position herself as he had commanded.

Aaron stood and stripped, the work of moments. He knelt behind her, his palms gentle on her hips as he positioned her. Eugenie moaned, her entire body tense with anticipation as he placed the head of his cock between her swollen pussy lips. Just the first inch, maybe not even that, holding her open as she felt his gaze on her again at that spot where they were almost joined.

She stopped breathing, held herself poised, desperate. Beyond pleading, past telling him what she needed, she knew he knew anyway. He always seemed to know. At last, he surged forward, filling her in one long, slow stroke.

Eugenie’s muscles gave up the struggle. She would have collapsed onto the bed but for Aaron’s arm around her waist. He leaned over her, his lips at her neck dropping soft, light kisses in that most sensitive spot below her hairline.

“Okay, baby?”

She managed a mumbled yes, squeezing around him in a nonverbal form of communication just for good measure. Aaron got the message, setting up a brisk rhythm of short strokes that sent Eugenie’s senses spinning. Her orgasm erupted, sweeping through her in a series of pulsing convulsions which started at her center and rolled out toward her fingers and toes. Her entire body tingled, her pussy clamped hard around his cock as she sought to hold him within her forever.

Her bone-deep orgasm left her gasping. As her muscles relaxed, Aaron lowered her to the bed, but continued his long, slow strokes. He reached around her to roll her clit between his finger and thumb, eliciting another moan as she started to climax again. The second orgasm was less intense, but seemed to be endless, a series of mini-peaks sending shudders of pure pleasure shooting through her. Where the first orgasm had crackled and sparked with electricity, this was more the gentle, continuous glow of a candle, glimmering, hot, and so sensual it made her ache.

She stretched her arms in front of her, grasping at the duvet and crumpling fistfuls of it when her body convulsed around his plunging cock. Aaron increased the pace, intensifying the sensations. He drove each thrust deep and straight, his own climax mounting. Eugenie could hear his breathing become more labored. She turned her head, squinting. Her vision was blurred by tears, but she was still able to see the veins on his forearms lacing across his skin as his muscles flexed. With a final muttered curse, he buried his cock balls-deep and held still as he filled the condom with his warm, thick semen.

* * * *

Another
vol au vent
?” Eugenie reached for the plate, intending to pass it to Aaron, sprawled beside her on the manicured grass that carpeted Versailles’ extensive grounds.

“No. I’m stuffed. Wouldn’t mind a glass of that Chablis, though.” Aaron opened one eye, squinting into the sun. His grin was infectious.

Eugenie beamed back at him as she poured the chilled wine into a delicate flute. Even while guests dined al fresco, Totally Five Star standards applied. No unbreakable plastic for them, no paper plates or polystyrene cups. Guests did not rough it. Ever.

Aaron propped himself up on his elbows so she handed him the glass and settled beside him. Together, they surveyed the remains of the wedding party milling around on the lush lawn. A handful of guests were playing a rowdy and very competitive game of boules, though from their good-natured bickering, Eugenie doubted that any of the competitors actually knew the rules. Other conversation was more muted, the excitement and intense celebrations of the previous day now giving way to quiet relaxation. Most of the remaining guests were close friends or family of Lucas and Farah so the atmosphere was one of intimacy.

Elise seemed to be everywhere, moving easily from group to group, chatting, checking, ensuring the smooth flow of conversation as well as fine wine.

Aaron turned to Eugenie, his expression warm. “You must be very proud. This wedding has been a roaring success and that was your doing,”

“I am proud. And relieved. I’m glad it’s all over, but I won’t know what to do with myself when I come back to work.”

“Relieved? I never doubted you. Neither did Elise.”

“Thank you.”

“And as for not having anything to do, I reckon this is just the first of many. You’ll be rushed off your feet.”

“Probably. I hope so. We had a few enquiries about other functions once the news got out that we were hosting this wedding, and some of those will start to convert into definite bookings now. The media coverage will have helped us.”

“Elise will be delighted.”

“And me. I came here determined to start over, to reinvent myself. I so wanted to make a success of this job.”

“Why reinvent? What was so wrong with the old Genie?”

“They used to call me La Brat. I wanted to leave that image behind. I wanted to grow up, I suppose.”

“Well, sweetheart, I’d say you’re all grown up now. And you
are
a success. You’re a fucking legend.”

Eugenie laughed, the sound one of genuine pleasure. She shifted her position, wincing a little as her bottom connected with the hard ground beneath her. She rolled onto her side.

“Sore?”

“A little, Sir.”

“That’s good. I like to leave a lasting impression.”

“I believe you may have mentioned that, Sir. And you succeeded. My bottom was still pink when I got dressed this morning.”

He sipped his wine, a contemplative gleam in his eyes. “I imagine so. No regrets?”

She smiled as she shook her head, the gesture emphatic. “No, Sir. It was wonderful. I feel wonderful. Thank you.”

“I want to know if that changes. You’ve never been unduly prone to sub drop, but that was an intense session, on top of everything else that happened yesterday.”

Eugenie frowned at him. “Sub drop? Oh, you mean if I get weepy, or depressed.”

“Yes, could be. Any sort of negative feelings linked to being spanked until you screamed for me to stop and then some. Or fucked until you almost fainted.”

“I did not scream.”

“Oh, but you did, sweetheart. Believe me.”

“Well, perhaps a little. But I never wanted you to stop.”

“I know.”

Eugenie’s smile was more secretive now, her mouth curving as she relived the intensity of last night’s scene. Her buttocks clenched and her pussy moistened. Aaron grinned at her, his expression wicked. He knew, he bloody
knew
what was happening to her body.

“Are you okay, girl? You don’t look exactly comfortable.”

“How much longer before we can go home?” Eugenie clamped her legs together, trying to create a little friction against her clit. She was sorely tempted to sidle a bit closer to Aaron, just enough to be able to rub herself against his thigh. She hoped none of the guests, or worse still, her boss, would notice her dilemma. How embarrassing to be caught humping off in a public park in front of a bunch of VIP guests
.

“So, you think of my apartment as home, do you?” Aaron’s expression became more serious. He was seemingly oblivious to Eugenie’s plight as he watched her contortions. “Maybe we should move the rest of your stuff in—anything not smoke-damaged that is.” He balanced the wine glass on the grass and lay back. “Perhaps Elise could find us a bigger place.”

Eugenie stopped wriggling and stared at him. “You meant what you said then? Before. You want me to move in with you? Permanently?”

“It makes sense. As I told you, a live-in submissive has its attractions. And you don’t eat much.” He turned his head to catch her gaze and held it. He wasn’t going to push her, but Eugenie knew he expected an answer. For her part, although the suggestion was not entirely unwelcome, she had her reservations.

“Living with a Dom could be a bit…overwhelming at times.”

“It would have its compensations. I think you know that. I’m demanding, I know, but not unreasonable. Do you think you could live with me?”

Again, Eugenie took her time. She was well aware that this was a pivotal moment, a decision that would define their relationship for the future. She studied her hands as she considered, turning over in her head how she thought this latest twist in their story might pan out. Where this new chapter might take her. She shifted to face him.

“You are suggesting a permanent arrangement, Sir?”

“I am. Permanent and, of course, exclusive.”

“I see, Sir. Demanding but not unreasonable, I think you said. Do you have definition of not unreasonable that I might be able to consider?”

“I’ll spank you when you need it. When I think you need it. And I’ll stop when you ask me to. I’ll provide you with orgasms to curl your toes. Your underwear will require changing several times daily. I will not fuck you in the office, apart from exceptional circumstances. I think the rest of our rules will be familiar enough to you.”

She made a thorough and careful study of her fingers, making him wait for her answer. She stroked her chin, considering. At last, she peeped up at him, her smile mischievous. “I see, Sir. I accept your terms. But you should know I would require a lot of compensating.”

“Excellent. So we’re agreed. I’ll talk to Elise about a bigger flat. And pink bottom or not, I intend to spank you when we get back for your sassiness just now. La Brat is alive, kicking and soon to be screaming here at Totally Five Star Paris. I intend to keep her very busy.”

“Thank you, Sir. And I’ll try not to be too much of a nuisance.”

“That’s not part of the deal. I have no quarrel with brattiness, as long as you’re
my
brat. I think I can manage you. You’re a complicated little subbie, but I think I have you worked out now.”

Eugenie rolled onto her stomach, turning her head to give him a long look over her shoulder. “Yes, Sir. I think perhaps you do.”

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Christ, it’s hot.

Ethan straightened. Scowling, he ran his fingers across his brow and flicked off the moisture. He leaned into his car to retrieve a liter bottle of water and took a long drink. The liquid was warm, but still wet enough to help—a little. He returned to stand at the front of his car, leaning over the large geological chart spread out across the bonnet. He studied the details on the map, resting his hands on the curling paper in an attempt to smooth it out, only to wince as his palms flattened on the scorching metal of the car. He stood up again, fast, shaking his hands and cursing the heat, the dust, the general desolation that was this place.

Forty degrees Celsius and rising, and still not nine in the morning. He had maybe an hour’s work to do here before he could head back to the blessed, air-conditioned cool of the Totally Five Star hotel in the center of Marrakesh but that was eight miles away to the north. Here, in the arid desert—in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains—was where his friend James Conroy had it in mind to construct his latest project. It was why Ethan found himself out in the already searing heat, parked in the dust at the side of the long road leading from Marrakesh to Tahnaout, boiling his nuts and squinting at the glowing metal of his hire car.