Unacceptable Behavior (12 page)

By the time he moved to the right side, she was openly sobbing. Mercifully he didn’t seem inclined to draw the paddling out and he finished the remaining ten swats quickly, each swat landing hard and fast in the exact same place on her right sit spot. When it was over, she held her position, needing a minute as the heat in her ass seemed to continue to grow.

Then two fingers plunged into her wet sheath without warning and her knees nearly buckled at the intense pleasure meshing with her pain. “Ooooh!!”

She eagerly moved her legs apart in an effort to get him to delve deeper. Rafe obliged her by adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out of her hard and fast until she was about to go over the edge into bliss. But before she could completely go over, he stopped and removed the fingers.

“I’m not sure my naughty girl deserves to come,” he said musingly as she rose and tuned to face him just in time to see him cleaning her essence from his fingers with his tongue.

Her knees almost buckled as he licked his fingers clean with obvious enjoyment. Her muscles clamped down on emptiness, increasing the ache in her core. She needed him so badly.

“Bend over the end of the bed again and hold yourself open for me,” he instructed.

Max bent over the bed, shivering with a mix of anticipation and fear as she reached back, caught a sore bottom cheek in each hand, and spread herself wide. She felt the press of his legs against her as he caught the end of the root plug and worked it slowly in and out of her a few times before pulling it free.

The sound of it hitting the trashcan next to the bed as he tossed it in distracted her for a moment before she heard the tearing of a foil packet. He was really going to do it… he was going to take her ass! Max buried her face in the bed and waited.

Then came the insistent press of the head of his cock against her tender orifice. Max whimpered as her tight little hole stretched around him, burning, but Rafe forged forward with gentle determination. He eased in a few inches and then back out, claiming more of her ass with each thrust until he was seated fully inside her and she felt the press of his balls against her.

The heat and burn from the ginger was different from the burn of the cock stretching her most private place wide open; as he held still to let her get accustomed to the feel of him, Max found she wanted to grind back against him.

She needed more; Max wriggled experimentally and apparently that was all Rafe had been waiting for because he withdrew and thrust back inside quickly, making her pant with need.

His first few thrusts were careful, but as she rocked back against him, he began to take her hard. Rafe reached around her, caught her throbbing little clit between his thumb and forefinger, and milked it firmly as he pounded into her ass.

Max’s first orgasm came on so fast, she bucked uncontrollably beneath him on the bed as everything inside her tightened and released hard but still he rode her.

“That’s it, baby, you feel so good around my cock. So tight and hot; come for me again.”

Using his other hand, he thrust three fingers deep inside her empty core and began to work them in and out in tandem with his cock as his other hand continued to work her clit relentlessly.

She began to wail as the pain in her punished bottom, the burn from the ginger, her throbbing clit, and the double penetration washed her in an overload sensation. Pain became pleasure and pleasure became need. “Please! Rafe, please… harder… faster… oooh!”

Soon all she could do was scream her pleasure as she came again and again with no respite until finally he shouted his own release into the back of her neck and they both collapsed to the mattress.

Max gave a small cry of pain when he withdrew from her well-used ass, but stayed where she was face down on the bed, too sated and exhausted from the punishment and pleasure to move.

She heard him cleaning up in the bathroom and then he was back cleaning her up with a warm washcloth before scooping her in his arms and laying her down in the middle of the bed.

Max sighed with contentment when he climbed in behind her and curved his body protectively around hers as he pulled the covers over them.

Rafe placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her ear and whispered, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Rafe, you, always you,” she said softly as she stroked the arm wrapped around her middle.

“Who do I belong to?” he asked.

Max felt a smile bloom across her face as the reality of the lesson came through and the knowledge filled her with peace. “You belong to me.”

“That’s right, baby. We belong to each other, forever and always. I might piss you off from time to time and you will definitely piss me off, but that will never change. I’m not going anywhere and I don’t plan to ever let you go anywhere either. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Epilogue

Max smiled as they entered the reception hall. The wedding had been everything she’d ever dreamed of, and Rafe was the perfect groom.

In the past six months she’d gained back all the weight she’d lost while Rafe was gone, along with the curves he so adored. She was healthy and they were happy.

The only bad part of the wedding was the night before when he’d introduced her to his best man at the rehearsal. To say she was shocked to see Javier, the escort she’d hired six months ago, was an understatement. Finding out he was actually a member of Rafe’s black ops team and that she’d been under surveillance the entire time he’d been in the Middle East was another shock.

She’d torn into both men with gusto. Max didn’t care if it was protocol or not—Rafe could have told her she was being watched! The fact that Javier, aka Jake Robulard, had posed as her hired escort didn’t exactly endear the man to her either.

Jake had explained he’d only been looking after Rafe and making sure he and his lady were okay. But that hadn’t helped—it had sent Max straight over the edge.

Max told both Rafe and Jake in no uncertain terms that if she wanted to hire an escort, then she would do so without any further interference from either of them.

Rafe had interfered immediately, excusing them from the bridal party and taking her into a back office of the church, where he’d turned her over his knee and spanked her soundly before spinning her around and kissing her senseless. “No more escorts, ever!”

Max had smiled up at her Neanderthal, her backside burning. “Yes, sir,” she whispered before pulling his mouth back down to hers.

The wedding had gone off without a hitch and now they were about to celebrate their union surrounded by their family and friends. Jake and Renee had hit it off and were already on the dance floor when she and Rafe arrived.

Rafe pulled her close on the dance floor and Max smiled dreamily up at him. No one else knew she was dancing around in her wedding dress without panties. That was a secret between her and the groom along with the red bottom he’d given her just before they left for the church. He said it was to remind her what the consequences were if she chose not to obey like she promised in her vows, but Max had a sneaking suspicion it was to ensure she was ready to jump his bones as soon as they left the reception.

But it didn’t matter what the reason was. Rafe’s discipline grounded her and gave her a sense of being loved and cared for she’d never known before, and she knew she’d love him for the rest of her days. He was her hero.

The End

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