63

Sophie
I can’t decide if I’m scared or nervous about my punishment. Both, I think. Energy sparks between us as Joey walks me into the townhouse. As soon as we’re inside, he fists the back of my hair and claims my mouth with a hard kiss.
As if the kiss was a warning, or a punishment, he says, “Don’t ever put yourself at risk like that again,” when he breaks it.
“I won’t.”
He walks me backward, toward the bedroom. “How do you think this punishment should go, babygirl?”
My heart hammers in my chest. I know he’s asking for my limits. Or my desires. Joey may be aggressive, but he’d never hurt me. Or, at least, only the way I like it.
But, of course, I don’t want to be in charge. That’s the whole point. Surrendering control. Letting him call the shots. That’s what makes my knees go weak and my pussy get wet. So I ask a question. “Are you going to use the paddle?”
He smirks. “I’ll let you feel the paddle, baby. Just a taste.” We arrive in the bedroom, and he divests me of my jacket then my top. “But first, I need you naked.”
I shiver as he unclasps my bra and slides it off my arms.
“Take off the rest.” There’s dark promise in his words. Silk and iron. I want it all.
I strip out of my jeans and panties and stand naked in front of him.
His lids droop. The bulge in his expensive slacks tells me he loves what he’s looking at. “Now, it’s time to bend you over the bed.”
He steps close, and his hands settle on my waist. He pulls me against him and kisses me again. “Thank you for telling your mom about me,” he murmurs. His hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs my head back and kisses down the side of my throat. “That was really fucking sweet of you,” he says between kisses. When he reaches my shoulder, he bites it.
I’m trembling. Sighing. Already a live wire. One touch between my legs, and I’d probably orgasm.
He gathers my wrists behind my back and uses them to turn me around and fold me over the bed. I hear the rustle of fabric, and something silky winds around my wristsmust be his tie. As soon as it’s fastened, he slaps one side of my ass. “Good girl.” He rubs away the sting he just inflicted.
“It’s nice when you stop fighting me.”
I know he’s talking bigger picture, not this sex scene. I’ve had my defenses up against his charm, his generosity, his attention from the start.
I blamed him in part for my dad’s death.
But now that’s fallen away.
That doesn’t mean I’m ready to commit long term to this guy. He still belongs to a lifestyle I don’t want. He lives a life of danger. I grew up with that. I’m not signing up for another round.
But it’s true that he’s getting harder and harder to resist.
One by one, he’s blasting through my barriers and barricades.
I don’t even know if I’m capable of turning away from him now. He’s bulldozed his way into my life and set up shop like he plans to stay.
He gives the other side of my ass a slap and squeezes it roughly. I wiggle my hips for more. He takes the hint. Clasping my bound hands in his, he starts spanking me in earnest, laying down hard, steady slaps on one side, then the other, until I’m dancing with the heat and burn.
When he stops to rub, his fingers brush between my legs, teasing my outer folds and making me arch my back for more.
“Let’s see what you think of this paddle you bought me.” Joey leaves my side and rummages in the drawer where I put the paddle and the butt plug and lube. He returns with both. He stands behind me, flipping the paddle over in his hands, testing its weight. Driving me crazy with anticipation.
He rests it across my buttocks like he’s lining it up, then draws back and swings.
Ow. It’s thuddy. Way different from his handthe pain goes deep.
I let out a whimper.
“Are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to give you another?”
“I’m good!” I choke, and he chuckles.
“I kinda thought so.”
I hear the rustle of his movements behind me, but remain in position, so I can’t see what he’s doing. When I feel a cold moisture trickle down my crack, it becomes clear. The cold metal of the stainless steel butt plug I purchased presses against my anus
I instinctively squeeze my cheeks closed.
“Open your ass to me,” he prompts.
His dominance makes my pussy clench and my anus flare open. He takes advantage of the reaction and presses the plug forward, causing me to squeal as my opening stretches wide to accept it. Once it’s seated, the sensation is a heady mixture of arousal, fullness and desire, which, combined with the throbbing of my cheeks, turns my limbs to rubber. I moan, wantonly.
He pumps the plug and the erotic sensations bring me to the brink of orgasm immediately. In a delirium, I blurt, “Please, I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please!”
Joey chuckles and rubs my ass.
“Please,” I whimper, “I need you.”
“How do you need me?”
“I want you. Now. Please, Joey?”
He unties me and strips out of his clothes. I look over my shoulder to drink in the sight of him-his pure masculine virility. I want him to possess me.
He grabs my hips, his hands rough the way I crave. His fingers find my clit, and I moan as he makes tight circles over it. I moan louder when he begins to push the butt plug deeper. Thrusting it in and out, he winds my need up into a tight coil of passion. Just when I hit the edge of orgasm again, he pulls it out.
“Please,” I beg.
A fresh dollop of lube lands on my back hole, and I realize his intention. A shudder of excitement and trepidation ripple through me at the thought of losing my anal virginity. I reach back, tentatively gripping my cheeks and pulling them apart to welcome him, my heart thumping in a wild rhythm.
Joey
Cristo.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
“God, Sophie,” I groan. It’s going to be impossible not to pound her into oblivion. She’s so hot, spreading her sweet ass cheeks wide for me, offering herself with total surrender.
I’m ready to come right now, before I’m even inside her. I can only think of Sophie-the woman I want to make mine in every possible way. But focusing on her does slow me down because I want her pleasure more than I need my own. I return two fingers to her clit, working the stiffened bud as I press the head of my cock at her back hole and ease in.
I make slow, direct strokes in and out, keeping my fingers busy exploring her wet, swollen pussy. She clutches at my hand, shoving my fingers into her sex. Two fingers, then three penetrate her as her anus squeezes around my shaft. I listen as her mewls turn to pleading, and then I can’t hold back anymore. Gripping her hips, I bring myself to climax.
“Come, Sophie!” I command, slapping her pussy, and she jerks, plunging over the edge with me.
The release is more satisfying than I ever experienced, as all the pent up anxiety of the last few hours washes out of me under cascades of pleasure. I remain inside her for a long time, listening to the sound of our slowing breaths, the rhythm of my heart pumping. At last, I ease out and help her climb up onto the bed.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
“Hmm mmm,” she mumbles, shaking her head. I go to the kitchen, anyway, preparing a plate of food and putting away her dinner preparations. When I return, she’s sound asleep, her face as relaxed and blissful as a child’s. I lean over and kiss her temple.
I should be worrying about what Al would do if he found out Sophie knows about her dad. He might have concerns she’d tell her mom. Or go to the cops.
I don’t know whether Pauly will mention it to him. I should probably say something first, but I’m not going to.
Sophie deserves the peace she found today. I know it doesn’t resolve all of her qualms about having a relationship with me, but it had to help. Having her dad’s death between us was always going to be a sore spot.
I know she has other doubts. Judgements. Resentments.
I intend to chip away at them. Because I’m becoming more and more sure of one thing: Sophie is the woman I want by my side. My perfect match. And I intend to show her that I can be her perfect match, too.