“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . it’s just I haven’t had sex in a while, and it just came over me and by the time I realized it, it was too late and I already was, and then I didn’t want to ruin it, so I grabbed—”
Rhett covered her mouth again. “Shh. I know.” He brushed her damp hair back off her forehead. She was flushed, eyes darkened still with her desire. “But you do need to be punished. Do you agree with me? Do you need to be punished?”
She knew what he was asking. If she said yes, he would continue the way he had started. If she said no, he wouldn’t. Even if she said no, he would still make love to her, but in a more traditional sense. He wasn’t a masochist, nor did he want to leave her unsatisfied. But he would prefer it if she said yes. He would prefer it deep down into the very depths of his soul, and as the seconds ticked by, the agony of the wait gripped him in the balls and his throbbing cock, still trapped behind the cotton of his briefs. He hadn’t realized how much he had wanted this, wanted Shawn, until it all rested on what happened next.
Wanting to hear her speak her desire, Rhett fully undid the gag hanging around her neck, tugging it until it fell to the mattress beside her ear.
“Do you? Answer me.”
If she said yes, then he was certain Shawn was absolutely the perfect woman for him.
“Yes,” she whispered, her chest heaving, the sweet scent of her desire rising between them. She swallowed hard. “Yes, I need to be punished.”
Rhett felt a massive swell of satisfaction and desire, intermingling with each other. Fuck, yeah. She was on board, and he was going to make her damn glad she was.
Then she added, with a boldness he wouldn’t have expected of her at this point, “I promise I won’t come again.”
That was possibly the best news he’d ever gotten. He kissed her, a deep, worshipful kiss, his palm cupping her cheek, the feel of her mouth opening for him, tugging at him in a deep, intrinsic way.
“That’s perfect,” he told her. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He skimmed a hand down low, over the strip of dusky blond hair covering her soft folds. She sighed.
“You’re so beautiful, Shawn.”
She was. He liked her like this, flushed and dewy, color rising above her breasts, her lips parted on a sigh. He also liked her laughing, that saucy spark in her eye, that devilish glint. And he was going to like her on her knees.
So he pulled his hand away. “On your knees, facing the wall. Hold on to the headboard.”
Her eyes widened as the reality of his words sank in and she felt the loss of his touch. He thought she had the courage to go through with it, but he wasn’t sure. He was asking her to take a total leap of faith, to trust him. A man she admittedly didn’t know that well.
But he was her husband.
Though he wasn’t going to use that title now. He knew how far to push, and bringing that up would cause her to bristle. She was still an independent and feisty woman who ran a business. She would have a point where she would balk, and likely that would be it.
While she pressed her lips together and slowly rolled over onto her stomach, her gaze darting back at him over her shoulder, Rhett came up on his knees, debating whether stripping his briefs off would reassure her or scare her. He didn’t want her to think in any way that he would actually hurt her. So he left them in place for now and leaned over her shoulder and murmured, “I really won’t hurt you, Shawn. I’ll never hurt you. And you can always say stop at any time.”
Just to show her he was serious, that he would always be respectful, he skimmed her hair off her shoulders onto her back and trailed his fingers down the bumps of her spine, skimming her hips, and the perfect curve of her ass. Then he gave her a light smack. She jumped a little, but before he could get a second swat in, she was dragging herself up into the position he had demanded—on her knees, hands gripping the headboard.
Thick saliva filled his mouth and for a second, his vision actually went black as the enormity of her submission hit him. Then he smacked her perfect, tight ass, harder this time.
A tiny gasp flew out of her mouth, and her knuckles whitened as she gripped the bed more thoroughly. With his left hand on the small of her back, Rhett moved one knee in front of her, the other behind, so he could get the perfect motion. With each smack, he took it a little harder, the slap of his palm on her skin a loud crack of satisfaction in the quiet night. With each spank she let out a little cry and jerked forward from the momentum of his swing. But she always tilted her ass back up for him ever so slightly, whether she was even aware she was doing it or not. She took it, and came back for more, until her backside was a stinging red, and he couldn’t go much harder without leaving her with more than a lingering soreness.
Caressing the apple-smooth ass cheeks, he leaned forward and whispered gruffly, “Is that enough punishment, or do you deserve more?”
Shawn rested her head on her arm against the wall and gazed back at him with eyes limpid with desire, her breathing hitched, words a strangled whisper. “That’s for you to decide, not me.”
And with that, he knew that she was absolute perfection, and everything he could have ever asked for in a woman.
CHAPTER NINE
SHAWN stared back at Rhett, her excitement and confusion and shock at her own response all swirling together and leaving her waiting in breathless anticipation for his next move. She didn’t understand why she was allowing his dominance, why she was so titillated at the idea of him allowing her pleasure, as opposed to her taking it freely, but she was. Rhett ran his thumb over her bottom lip, over the laceration her teeth had left when she’d torn into the flesh to prevent her orgasm.
“You’re right. It is up to me whether you need more punishment. But I think that shows I can stop here for now.” Teasing his hand over her bottom he slipped between her cheeks and stroked into her soft heat. “But stay in this position.”
It wasn’t an order, exactly, it was more of the way it was. He was in charge, and holy shit, she liked it. She did. She had of course in the past wanted the men she’d been with to take pleasure in sex with her, but she had never wanted to please them, exactly. The difference was subtle, but profound. She wanted to please Rhett, give him the greatest satisfaction possible.
The feelings were scary and intense, but the overlying pleasure was so great, her aching body so desperate for the feel of him, that she thought she might agree to do just about anything. The palm of his hand on her ass had stung, the pain a little more acute with each strike, but she had enjoyed it, no question. It had made her more aware of her skin, her body, the bounce of her breasts and the tightness of her clitoris. Everything he did made her feel as if she were discovering nerve endings and depths of her body that she had never known existed before.
Clinging to the top of the bed, she moaned as he skillfully used his fingers to stimulate her even more, two fingers going deep inside before dragging down between her legs, soaking her with her own desire, before one of the two fingers slipped inside her backside. The unexpected invasion caused her to jerk slightly, but she bit her lip again to cut off the protest. She wasn’t allowed to protest or she would be punished again. Only if he was hurting her.
Which he wasn’t.
It felt . . . decadent. The tightness of the passage gave his strokes greater impact and she relaxed into the touch, a small moan escaping her mouth. Just when she got used to the feeling, he was gone, back up to tweak her clitoris with his other hand, before pushing into her pussy again, then slipping down and back into her ass. Shawn closed her eyes, her head lolling onto her arm. “Oh, God,” she murmured. “You’re . . . ah.”