The Denim Dom (Siren Publishing Sensations) (35 page)

She did. He tucked them into her mouth before his left hand settled firmly on the nape of her neck, his fingers hooked around her collar. His right hand pulled up the skirt of her sundress, exposing her ass and thighs.

His smooth, low tone helped stoke her desire. “I think my pet needs a nice, warm, red ass before she takes me to meet her parents,” he said. “Because I want my pet to remember who she belongs to. I think my pet wants that, too. Don’t you?” His right hand stroked her ass.

She desperately fought the urge to rub herself against his thigh. She’d be wet enough as it was after the spanking. She mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” around the panties.

“Ask me for it.”

If she didn’t leave a wet spot on his slacks, it would be a miracle. “Please spank me, Sir,” she mumbled around the makeshift gag.

His warm chuckle only fanned the flames. “That’s my good girl.” When his right hand fell still, she braced herself for what would come next. Sure enough, the first blow fell, hard and fast and stinging and making her glad for the fabric in her mouth to chew down on to stifle her cry so she didn’t scare the neighbors.

He spanked her hard, stopping every few strokes to squeeze and soothe and caress the flesh of her ass before starting again, over and over, until she sobbed into her hands, which she’d tightly clenched together against the pain.

And yet safewording didn’t cross her mind.

When he stopped and gently patted her rump, she gasped, relieved and disappointed that it was over so soon. “Sit up, pet.”

She did, the panties still in her mouth.

“Hold up your skirt for me.”

She did, and he immediately laughed. She felt her juices running down the inside of her thighs. He reached between her legs and coated his fingers in them. Then he pulled the panties out of her mouth and replaced them with his fingers.

She eagerly sucked them, wishing it was his cock in her mouth, wishing she could spend all day worshipping his cock and that they didn’t have to go meet up with her parents.

What is wrong with me?
She craved it, wanted it.

Needed it.

“Such a good girl.” She looked into his eyes and wished she could melt into them. He seemed to pierce through to the center of her being with that look.

Be a slave?
Hell, she’d give up everything just to spend the rest of her life receiving that look from him. To please him.

To make him happy.

To hear him tell her she was a good girl.

His good pet.

I understand.

He cocked his head a little. “Are you all right, pet?”

He pulled his fingers from her mouth so she could answer. “Yes, Sir.”

“Why do you look sad?”

“I’m not sad, Sir. I just wish we had more time so I could take care of you.”

He looked down at his lap, where his slacks were tented. “I’m sure I have a wet spot of my own,” he said. “But that’s okay. I’ll be sure to make you work extra hard for it later.” He caught the front of her collar with his finger and pulled her down so he could kiss her on the forehead. “Go clean up, pet.” He handed her the panties. “And you may pick out a fresh pair of those to wear.”

She hurried into the bedroom to grab another pair of panties. Then into the bathroom to clean up. She couldn’t help but turn and hike her skirt to look at the marks.

Yep, the sweet, hot stinging she still felt in her ass was displayed not only by red handprints, but by little purple and blue blood welts, too.

She caught sight of her pleased grin in the mirror and froze.
What is wrong with me?

She thought about it.
I’m the happiest I’ve been in my life doing this.

“Three minutes, pet,” he called from the living room.

That shook her from her thoughts and she hurried to get ready.

He had to stop by the bathroom too before they left. At the front door, he unbuckled her collar and handed it to her to put in her purse. “Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How’s the butt?”

She smiled. “Warm and tingly, Sir.”

“Good. Just what I was going for. I’m sure your clit is nice and warm and tingly now, too, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m horny.”

He grinned. “Say it for me, pet. You know I love hearing you say it.”

She blushed, but didn’t look away from his gaze. “When you spank me, Sir, it makes me horny.”

“Aw, such a good girl. I know it does, pet. Spanking your sweet ass makes me horny, too. Don’t worry. If you’re a good girl today, I’ll give you another spanking later, before I use the strap-on on your freshly spanked ass. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

She sucked in a breath as a new flood of moisture pooled between her legs. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He laughed. “What’s the matter, pet?”

“I’m horny, Sir.”

“I know.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “That’s the point.”

She settled into his passenger seat, fully aware of her freshly warmed ass. He glanced over at her with a grin as he backed out of the parking space.

“Doing okay there, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” She wiggled a little into her seat.

He noticed and let out a little laugh. “Good girl.”

* * * *

Shayla decided it would be easiest to introduce Tony as her boyfriend. Which, to her, surprisingly felt right. She felt nervous about seeing them, worried what they might think.

Not that it matters. He’s not really my boyfriend.

Even though I wish he was.

She blinked.
Where’d that come from?

She needed to remember to keep her head on straight. Which might be hard to do with her freshly spanked ass distracting her. She wouldn’t be one of those clingy, needy women Tony didn’t like. If he wanted to keep things going, no doubt he’d speak his mind.

He had no problems telling her what he wanted. And she didn’t want to risk ruining what she had if he didn’t feel the same way about her.

Best to let sleeping dogs lie, isn’t that what they say?

It didn’t take long to make it to their hotel. Her parents were waiting in the lobby, where they offered smiles and hugs.

“This is Tony Daniels,” Shayla said. “My boyfriend.”

“You didn’t tell us you were seeing anyone,” her mom playfully scolded.

“We’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Tony,” her dad said, but Shayla spotted the guarded look on his face even as he reached out to shake hands with Tony.

“Tony’s going to play tour guide for us today, if that’s okay with you guys?” Shayla said. “He’s lived down here all his life.”

“So what do you do for a living?” her dad asked.

“I’m in IT. I run the data center at Asher Insurance.”

Her dad frowned. “Asher? Isn’t that a pretty big company?”

Tony offered up the smile that could easily part Shayla from her panties. “Nationwide.”

Donald Pierce looked impressed. “You must make good money.”

Tony shrugged. “I do okay. I certainly don’t have to take out secret credit cards in my girlfriend’s name.”

Karen Pierce laughed out loud. “Oh, I like this one, honey,” she said.

“Okay, if we’re done playing ‘Interrogate Our Daughter’s Boyfriend,’” Shayla suggested, “I’d like to go eat. I’m starving.”

He took them to a restaurant on St. Armand’s Circle. He also scored brownie points with her parents by picking up the check and refusing to let them pay. Then the four of them spent time walking the circle, browsing through the shops.

“You should see this place around Christmas,” he told them. “Everything’s decorated. It’s beautiful.”

“I bet it’s warm down here at Christmas,” her mom said.

“Sometimes. The only white Christmas we have is on the beaches, though.”

“You guys should come down for Christmas,” Shayla said. “Rent a condo for a week. We can have Steven come down, too. Have a Florida family Christmas.” It’d be nice to have her parents and her brother around for the holidays.

Her mom stopped walking and looked up at her dad. “What do you think, Don? I like that idea. It’d be nice to escape the snow. You were going to take two weeks off at Christmas and New Year’s anyway.”

“I think I’m outnumbered,” he said to Tony.

Tony nodded. “Looks like it.”

They walked into a small gift shop to browse. A small rack of pewter amulet necklaces caught Shayla’s eye. Sitting on the counter, each artisan amulet looked hand-stamped and hung from a black cord.

One in particular, with a design of quarter moon, stars, the sun, and hearts, caught her eye. “Ooh, that’s cute.” She looked at the price tag and immediately let go of it. “Not that cute.”

“What?” Tony looked at it. “You like it?”

“I love it. My budget, however, doesn’t.” Her mom called her over to look at something. When they left the shop a few minutes later, Shayla didn’t understand Tony’s sly smile. As much as she loved that smile of his, she wished he’d stop it. Her panties were already dangerously close to being soaked through as it was.

He drove them to Mote Marine, where they spent a couple of hours touring the exhibits, before heading down to the world-famous Siesta Key Beach.

“It’s gorgeous!” her mother exclaimed. “I’ve never seen the Gulf before.”

“Actually, I prefer going down to Manasota Key,” Tony said. “You think this is pretty? That’s a beautiful beach. Far less developed than here, and quiet. And you can find lots of shark’s teeth.”

“How far away is that?” her dad asked.

“About an hour south of here. It’s worth the trip if you have the time.”

Her dad looked at her mom. “Maybe we can do that tomorrow.”

“I’ll show you on a map how to get there. It’s easy to find.”

After stopping for dinner at a different place in Sarasota, they dropped her parents back at their hotel. “So what are you kids doing tomorrow night for dinner?” her mom asked.

“‘You kids?’ Did you really just say that, Mom?”

Karen smiled. “Parental prerogative.”

“I was hoping,” Tony said, “we could have you over to my place for dinner.” He smiled at Shayla.

This was news to her.

“You could pick Shayla up at her place,” he continued, “see her apartment, and then you all could ride together to my place.”

“That sounds lovely,” her mom said before Shayla could come up with a reason not to. “Thank you. What time?”

He looked at Shayla and caught her gaze, winking at her. “Six works for me.” She knew that wink. It meant if she didn’t get her perpetually procrastinating parents there on time, it would be
her
ass that paid for it later.

The thought of another spanking only made her hornier.

They said their good-byes. Back in Tony’s car, Shayla looked at him. “You could have warned me, Sir.” She’d caught herself several times wanting to call him Sir in front of her parents.

He laughed. “What fun would that have been?” He held out his hand. “Collar, pet.”

She retrieved it from her purse and handed it over. She held her hair out of his way so he could buckle it around her neck. Her eyes fell closed as a sense of peace settled over her.

“Good girl. And I have something else for you.” He pulled something from his pocket and held it up.

The amulet necklace from the gift shop.

She gasped. “Sir, thank you!” She threw her arms around him and hugged him. “I wasn’t expecting that!”

“I know you weren’t, pet. That’s why I bought it for you.” He draped it around her neck. “I’ve been wanting to get you a day collar anyway. That was the perfect opportunity. I like it, and I know it’s something you like.”

She looked at the amulet. The forty-nine-dollar price tag had been out of her range for such a splurge for a piece of jewelry. “I don’t know what to say, Sir. Thank you.”

He cupped the back of her neck and made her look at him. “Consider this your other collar. When you go out, you wear it. Except for your shower or in the pool, you need to have one or the other of these collars on.”

“Or both?”

He smiled. “Silly pet. Yes, or both. But you can wear this one to work and only you and I will know what it really means.” He slightly tightened his grip on the back of her neck. “It’s as good as if my hand were physically on your neck like it is now. Understand?”

She nodded, fighting the slew of happy tears she struggled to hold back. “Thank you, Sir. I love it.”

I love you.

But she didn’t say that last part. Although she really wished she could.

Eight weeks seemed to fly by. It felt like Tony had always been in her life, and she refused to contemplate a future where he wasn’t.

But he hadn’t mentioned changing their arrangement, so she didn’t want to rock the boat. She had dropped a few hints here and there over the past couple of weeks, but she didn’t know if he was just being a typical guy and not picking up on them…