My Naughty Little Secret (22 page)

I lay on the bed and cried my heart out. I couldn’t do this. I could be submissive to a point, but not unquestioningly. I didn’t try to follow or find him. He needed to cool down and I needed to think. It’s kind of hard to think too much when your backside is on fire. I wanted to curl up and sleep, but I was too sore and confused. I heard him coming back. I prepared myself for the rest. I hadn’t the energy to fight him. He found me lying in position across the bed, still sobbing. To my surprise, he sat on the bed beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Shiv. I should never have spanked you like that. I’m no better than a bully. A wife-beater.”

“You have to be married to be a wife-beater, you’re safe enough.” I gave a little laugh through my sniffles. I think the laughter was relief. Not about getting off with the spanking, but about the fact that he could see it. He had me worried. I had been afraid that he was setting a new normal for us. A normal I wasn’t prepared to go with.

“I don’t want to spank you anymore, not if I can’t control my temper.”

Fuck, I didn’t expect that. “What do you mean, you don’t want to spank me anymore? Do you mean now or ever?”

“Ever. You’re right, I am an idiot. I should never have let this happen.”

“So that’s it, no more spanking, don’t I get a say in it? What if I don’t want to stop?”

“Look at you; you’re a mess, your behind is swollen and bruised, you were sobbing your heart out, and you had to safeword. All because I lost my temper. In truth I don’t deserve you now. You gave me your submission and I abused it. It’s unforgivable. It’s gone too far and I think we should stop.”

“Stop what?” Fear flooded my body. This was way worse than the spanking. “Do you mean stop us?”

“Maybe, if we can’t just have a normal relationship, then maybe yeah, stop us.” I was sitting on his knee by now and I felt my heart was breaking.

“Don’t you dare, Michael Henrii,” I shouted at him. “Don’t you dare stop us now. You stalked me, hounded me, dragged me back after lying to me and now, now when it’s too late, now when I love you, that’s when you want to stop it.” I was shouting and crying and flailing his chest with my fists. “So now that you got the prize, you don’t want it, is that it? Was the thrill in the chase? You just don’t like being said no to?”

I was raging and shaking in my anger. I climbed off his knee and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the faucets and locked him out. This was too much. Who the hell did he think he was? What gave him the right to drop me like that? I climbed gingerly into the bath. The hot water stung the arse of me, but I didn’t care. The sensation was better than the numbness in my heart.

“Open the fucking door, Shiv,” he shouted from the other side. “I need to talk to you.”

It was really unlike Michael to swear at me like that. I ducked my head under the water so I could block out the sounds. I just needed to think, to cool down. I told him to go away from the door, I wasn’t letting him in and no way was I talking to him through a locked door. He could just wait ‘til I got out. I felt the water soothe me somewhat. So what was next? There was no point in storming off. We needed to talk it out. Either we could fix it or we couldn’t, but we might as well try was my conclusion. I reluctantly dragged myself out of the water and put some arnica on my behind, hoping it wouldn’t bruise too much. That would finish him completely if he had to see the effects of his handiwork for days.

I slipped into one of his tee-shirts and his bathrobe and went to the living room where he was waiting.

“So,” I started with a deep breath, “do you want me to leave now or can I stay and we’ll talk about it?”

“Christ, I don’t want you to leave, but I’m no good for you if that’s the way I’m going to be. If you were smart, you
would
leave.”

“Well, in that case, I’m not smart and I’m not leaving. Not only that, but I don’t want you to stop spanking me. Normally I love it; tonight didn’t quite work out like usual, but shit happens, Michael. We can’t get it right all the time. We learn from where we went wrong and put it behind us, if you’ll pardon the pun.” He grinned weakly at my choice of words.

“Where we went wrong? We didn’t go wrong. I did. I lost control.”

“No, that’s not true. If you’d lost control. you wouldn’t have stopped for the safeword. You still had control. You were too angry, I agree, but you
were
in control. We just need to agree what’s acceptable. We never really figured out where we were going with any of this, we’ve kind of just let it happen without really working out what exactly we wanted to get from it.”

We talked a while longer, but Michael remained quite distant, shut off from me. I couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head and he wasn’t ready to verbalise it. I suggested bed. We snuggled in like spoons, but for what was quite possibly the first night in our relationship, we didn’t make love. Although he pulled me in tight, he made no effort to arouse me and his penis was conspicuous by the absence of a hard-on. I was torn between relief and sadness.

The next morning was no better. I had set the alarm for the usual time as I was meeting Claire to go shopping. I groaned. I really could have done without that, especially with Michael brooding. I didn’t feel like leaving him. He was awake beside me, but still distant. I had a little bit of time and tried to rouse his interest. We had to pass this. He managed a semi-erection after a lot of coaxing. Just as I was winning the battle, my mobile rang. Fuck, talk about timing. Claire was ringing to tell me she’d be late, thank God. That meant I had a bit more time, but Michael had risen to make coffee and the moment was lost.

“Why’re you shopping again today; didn’t you go shopping last night? It’s not like you’re too fond of it,” he asked.

“I know, but I need to get a dress for this damn party, it’s next week and I can’t find anything.”

“Oh, Christ, is that why you were shopping?” A grin spread across his face. “Thank God you didn’t find anything. I want to show you something.”

He brought me into the guest bedroom and there it was, hanging in the wardrobe, covered by a sheet to keep it dust free. The red dress. The one he had seen me try on way back then. I was confused. Gloria told me they sold it that same week. And Michael and I hadn’t even had our first date.

“Shit, where did you get this, you’re a star, thank you,” I said, awestruck. “I was devastated when it was gone.” I kissed him gratefully.

“I sent a friend in to buy it the day after I saw it on you. It was made for you. I always hoped I’d find an occasion for you to wear it. In fact that first date I was hoping you wouldn’t have anything to wear so you could have it then; now I’m glad it’s new for next week.” He was smiling from ear to ear. I could see a glimmer of the real Michael stealing back into his eyes.

“That’s the Michael I know and love; the stalking, romantic eejit who would spend a fortune on a dress for a woman he didn’t even know because he was sure he was going to get her. The Michael who wants something and goes for it. And the same Michael who told me I deserved a good spanking on our first date. Welcome back. I missed you last night.”

He told me he wanted to see the dress on me again and I willingly obliged. He was ogling me as I stripped out of his tee-shirt. Yup, he was back, all right. A shiver of anticipation stole through my body. I thanked God again that Claire was delayed as I slipped the dress on. It was every bit as magical as I had remembered. Michael stood back and admired. I approached him.

“No! Take it off, it’ll only get crumpled the way I’m feeling,” he grinned naughtily.

Hell, yeah! I hung it back on the hanger and he lifted me up and carried me back to his room. We started making love, gently kissing and exploring each other’s bodies, but I wanted more. I became demanding. “Harder,” I urged. He went for the wardrobe. I knew what was coming and I was elated as he produced an anal plug and jelly.

“Ah, so the lady wants to be dirty this morning, does she?” he teased. I was in no mood for delays.

“Yes, she does, the dirtier the better, now get on with it.” I rolled over onto my tummy and pushed the pillows under me. I was getting wetter by the second; I wanted it hard and fast. I wanted him to possess me everywhere. My muscles contracted as he pushed the plug in deeper and deeper. I groaned in pleasure as he thrust it in and out. He filled me with his hard cock. I was full everywhere, but I still wasn’t satisfied.

“Spank me, please,” I begged.

He hesitated, I knew it was difficult for him, but we had to get it over with; he had to see it wasn’t abuse, it was love. I felt a light smack on my bottom cheeks.

“Harder,” I insisted over and over until he was administering mighty good stingers. He had grown harder with the spanks and when he entered me again I was ready to burst. I came over and over, but he held back. He removed the plug and I felt empty. I moved away from his penis.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worry etched on his face.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” I smiled. “You said you wanted to own all of me. I’m ready.”

“Shit,” he groaned. “Are you sure?”

I guided his penis towards my bottom. I had been stretched and lubricated from the plug, but he put extra lube on just to make sure he didn’t hurt. Slowly and gently he probed, little by little, edging his way in. At first it hurt a little, but I didn’t want to give up yet. I tried to relax as I had learned to with the plug. It got easier and I could feel him go deeper. I felt myself breathe again. I hadn’t been aware that I had stopped. To my amazement it felt good. He pulled back and pushed in slowly, then a bit faster. Gradually he increased the tempo and my body moved in unison. It didn’t last long, probably no more than three or four minutes, but long enough for me to give way to my body’s pleasure and explode in yet another cum. Michael couldn’t hold back any longer; the excitement and the tightness were too much and he thrust one last long hard shudder, depositing his cum in my anus with a growl.

“Fuck, that was something else; you’re a sexy, slutty lady! Are you ok?”

“Mmmhmm, I’m fine,” I grinned. Another cherry and all of my fears of it had been unfounded. Not something I would want to do every time, but I had to admit it was pretty damn good. I showered hurriedly and went to meet Claire without breakfast. I’d just have to get something along the way. I brought the dress to accessorise.

Chapter Nineteen

The day of the party dawned bright and frosty. The eighth of December. I woke early and had time for some few moments of reflection before I had to climb out of bed. I thought about home. In Ireland that date was a holy day, and traditionally the schools shut and the world and his mother went to Dublin shopping. I wondered if my family would make the trip. If I had time later, I’d try to give them a call before the party.

Michael was as nervous as a kitten; he just couldn’t settle to anything. It was just as well the sale was on that morning—he would have to be on the shop floor and he wouldn’t have time to dwell. We got to the store in good time, but already the queues were stretching down the street. One of the security guards told us they had started at nine o’clock the previous evening and people camped out with flasks of tea and coffee. Eventually some wise person had set up a stall and they had made a killing. Stock was flying out the door at an alarming rate. I hated to think what losses the store was going to make on the day, but thank goodness it wasn’t my problem. I thought James was off his trolley.

At one p.m. the doors shut for the weekend and the staff had the afternoon to prepare themselves and the contractors to prepare the store for the gala party. Invited guests were to be greeted with champagne and to include employees past and present, regular customers, important suppliers, neighbouring businesses, and competitors. The guest list was well in excess of five hundred people last I heard and increasing each day. I stopped asking as the sheer enormity of it was making me tremble. One hour before the doors opened to the general invitees at eight p.m., there was a small staff reception where Michael was to be unveiled as the new MD, followed by a press release to the media. Michael and I had to be there by half past six along with James and Catherine.

My hair appointment was for half past three followed by make-up at half past four. This would have me back at the apartment for quarter past five. The make-up artist didn’t get to me until a quarter to five and I was getting frantic. For once I remembered to call Michael.

“Relax,” he told me, “it only takes a couple of minutes to get to the store from here and all you’ll have left to do is put on your dress and shoes. You’ve lots of time. But Siobhan, well done for thinking of phoning,” he said silkily, stirring my nether regions.

As he predicted, I was back at the apartment by five forty-five and I unwound a little. Michael was just about to get into his tux. I kissed him as I dashed through the bedroom door.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah, a bit,” he admitted.

“You’ll be great,” I encouraged.

He hadn’t let me hear his speech, but he said he was keeping it simple, less than two minutes. I took some new lingerie out of the bag and Michael’s eyes were popping as I put on the corset and thong. For mischief’s sake and to ease his nerves, I slowly and tantalisingly rolled the silk stockings on, snapping them to straps on the bustier. He stopped dressing and gently leaned me over on the bed.

“No, Michael, we don’t have time and I’ll end up looking dishevelled,” I objected.

He put his finger to my lips to silence me and pulled my thong to one side. He circled my clit with his finger, waiting for the familiar wetness to flood my sex. He penetrated and thrust six times. Then he came out, leaving a yearning deep within me.

“That’s a promise for later,” he said and he placed a sexy slap on each buttock.

“Michael, you bastard,” I laughed lustfully.

“Language, dear,” he warned and I felt a tightness in my feminine epicentre. He hadn’t spanked me properly since last weekend and I was worried he wouldn’t do it anymore. Maybe my worry was unnecessary.