CHAPTER 5
She cooked in her usual attire-naked, except for her pink collar. After dinner, once the dishes were washed and dried and put away, she walked into Ray’s study and knelt on the large pillow on the floor next to his desk.
Without looking away from his laptop, Ray reached down and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes, content. This was part of their routine, one she had quickly grown to love. She would sit there all night next to him, her head resting against his thigh, his hand in her hair, if he asked her to.
“You take such good care of us, kitten,” he said, looking down at her.
“I try, Sir.”
“No, you do. And I appreciate it.” He gently held her chin and tipped
her head up so he could look her in the eye. “Doesn’t mean you’ll get out of your spanking tonight, however. You were pushy with me today on the phone.”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She’d argued that Ray and Oot needed to be watching their diets. Oot was out of town at a training conference for work, leaving her alone with Ray.
“Good girl.” He shut down his laptop, stood, and held out his hand to her. She took it, stood, and followed him out to the living room. He settled himself on the couch, then patted his lap.
She lay across his lap, facedown, her bare butt in the air. As one warm hand lovingly caressed her ass, his other slipped under her hair and took hold of her collar.
Closing her eyes, she felt the familiar pulse deep in her core. Pain brought pleasure. Lots of pleasure. Even when there wasn’t time for a reward following a spanking, it still made her wet. It hadn’t taken Ray and Oot long to rewire her brain to irretrievably link the two sensations. Now, two years later, just the mention of a spanking would get her juices flowing.
“Is my kitten ready for her spanking?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” Without further words, his hand lifted, palm coming firmly
down to smack her right ass cheek.
The sting bloomed, blossomed as another, and another stroke came, one
after another, back and forth, each impact stoking her desire despite the
pain.
She didn’t count. He rarely made her count, knowing it was harder for
her to focus when he did that. Her hands balled up into fists as the sting spread and deepened with every strike, increasing in tempo and strength until she cried and had to force her legs to stay still and not kick or curl up to try to protect her ass.
Then his hand stilled. He stroked her flesh, soothing it. “Good girl.” He kneaded her upper thighs, the globes of her ass, where he’d no doubt turned her skin red. “Such a very good girl.”
After a few minutes of this, he started spanking her again. Each stroke bled into the next until she writhed on his lap. As always, when she reached the point she thought she’d have to safeword, he stopped, as if reading her mind instead of her body. Once again, his palm soothed her stinging flesh.
Only this time, his skilled fingers worked lower, slipping between her legs. There would be no more punishment for being pushy tonight, she knew.
She spread her legs for him as his grip on her collar tightened.
“Good girl,” he cooed again, sending another flood of erotic heat straight to her pulsing clit. His fingers probed, slipping into her wet pussy. First one, then two.
She gasped and rocked her hips in time with his hand.
“You’re a very wet girl. You like it when I take you in hand and spank you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She wouldn’t deny it. Why try? It was one of the things she loved about him. Oot was the playful one. He topped her, too, but they both submitted to Ray.
He withdrew his fingers and found her clit. She whimpered and spread her legs as far apart as she could. As he flicked at the piercing through her clit hood, the curved barbell that intensified every stroke of his fingers, she felt her climb toward orgasm start.
“You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Game on. His grip on her collar tightened even more. Even though she
wanted to jump up, bury her face between his thighs, and go down on him, the iron grip pinning her facedown across his lap made that impossible. Tonight, he would get her off, and all she could do was lie there and take it.
He changed tactics again, sinking his thumb into her cunt while using two fingers to stroke her clit.
A moan escaped her lips.
“Don’t come until I tell you to, kitten.”
That simple command amped up her need even more. “Yes, Sir,” she
gasped.
He brought her closer, ever closer to that sweet drop into the abyss,
when he withdrew his hand. After quickly slapping her ass several times, he returned his hand to her pussy and picked up where he left off. He repeated this several times, each time taking her closer, ever closer to climax.
Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. “Come now, kitten!”
Her orgasm exploded, blossoming into white-hot fire that spread from her clit to the very center of her existence. He fucked her with his hand, using three fingers to fill and thrust into her wet channel.
Only when he’d wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of her that he could did he pull her up and into his lap, where she curled into a content ball, her head resting on his chest and his arms around her.
He nuzzled the top of her head. “Such a good girl,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Sir.” She caught her breath and let out a happy sigh. “May I take care of you?”
“Not right now, kitten, I’m okay.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her. “You ready for bed?”
She nodded, stifling her disappointment. It always made her feel a little guilty to get off when he didn’t. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Go get in bed, hands and knees, ass in the air.”
She felt her disappointment immediately flip to anticipation. She jumped to her feet. “Yes, Sir!”