Taming her, p.11
Taming Her, page 11
A second connection of the belt landed. She arched her spine, yelped, “No, no.” She rushed to cover her ass with her hands.
“Stop that.” He batted them away.
“It hurts too much. Oh…”
“Not as much as your lifestyle was hurting the inside of your body. Now count.”
“Two,” she gasped, gritting her teeth and once again clasping the table. She stared straight ahead, unseeing.
A split second before the third strike hit, the air shifted around her burning ass.
Again she cried out. Her eyes squeezed closed. How would she take three more? The length of leather was wicked and completely unyielding against her tender flesh.
He dipped to speak by her ear. “You’re halfway, which means you get a break, little brat.”
“A… a break.” She opened her eyes.
“Yes. As you know, I have some cleaning up to do.” He set the folded belt down, near her face. It uncoiled a few inches then sat ominous and still.
He lifted his hand from her back. “Do not get up, do not move. You will stay exactly as you are until I return to deliver the final half of your punishment.”
She didn’t answer. Her ass was on fire, her thighs trembling.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, stroking hair from her hot brow. “Tell me.”
“Stay here.”
“Stay here, Sir.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Stay here, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He dropped a kiss to the top of her head.
It was a strange, intimate gesture that sent a fizz of desire to her belly. It traveled lower to her pussy and she clenched. Damn it, she was wet down there. How did he do that? His rough, dominant treatment clearly affected her on some subliminal level, made her body want him in a way it never had any other man.
He straightened and walked to the sink.
She stayed very still, tipped over and bared red ass facing the open door. Her attention followed him, watching his wide shoulders stoop over the sink, the muscles beneath his skin dancing as he set about clearing up the mess he’d made.
Swallowing, she risked touching her ass, sending the hand farthest from him over her skin.
She winced. Welts were already rising, long mean, dragging lines. She hardly dared imagine what it would feel like to sit on them. The sip of sangria hadn’t been worth this, not one bit. She’d been stupid to push him. Crazy to think he might allow her to descend into Party Ava.
And that’s what it would have been… a descent. She’d have had one, two, three drinks and then started whining to go into town, to a club.
Griff at a club. Partying. As if?
He moved to the bin and she quickly gripped the table with both hands again. He’d told her to stay still, and shameful as her position was, Ava had no intention of inviting more strikes with his belt.
She frowned at it. Evil thing.
“Are you thinking about your bad behavior?” he asked, running water into the sink.
“Yes, Sir.”
He glanced at her. A brief smile crossed his face.
It was the first time she’d called him Sir without prompting. It had pleased him.
A tiny thrill caught in her chest. She liked pleasing him much more than inviting his wrath.
He continued with his task.
A blackbird sang outside, a fast happy tune. Ava allowed the sound to overtake the pulse in her ears. She used it to calm herself, accept the situation. She had another three lashes of the belt to get through then this would be over. They’d put her lapse behind them and start afresh with their day.
After a few minutes, Griff walked over, drying his hands on a tea towel, his biceps flexing. He dropped the blue checkered material on the table beside the belt. “I mean it, don’t move. Not a damn inch.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
He walked from the room. She ogled his ass. With his shorts hanging lower the cute indents at the base of his spine were visible.
Thumps on the ceiling told her he’d gone upstairs.
A brief thought about running whizzed through her mind. But only for a moment. What was the point? He’d only haul her back here.
I’d want him to haul me back here.
That was a new thought but she didn’t have time to examine it because he reappeared.
“Let’s get this over with.” He strode to the table and scooped up the belt, the buckle tapping on the wood.
Damn it, I should have run.
“Oh, dear.” He ran his hand over her sore ass cheeks. “My belt really is teaching you a stern lesson.”
She clamped her lips together and locked her knees. What was she supposed to say to that?
“Get ready for number four.”
Once again he pinned her to the table with a heavy hand. Flattening her breasts and ensuring she stayed exactly where he wanted her to.
She tensed her ass, gripping her cheeks together. A traitorous flutter attacked her pussy.
The belt flew downward, streaking over her taut flesh.
She cried out. Clenching had been a mistake.
“Say four.”
“Four…” she gasped.
“Relax.” He caressed her painful skin, his touch tender and gentle. “Only two more. Clenching won’t help, not at all.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His touch slipped lower, to the under curves of her left ass cheek. He traced the indent, then snaked to her pussy lips.
She trembled, needing his fingers there, feeling her wetness, her entrance, pushing in.
But he stopped before he gave her what she wanted.
She whimpered in frustration.
Whack.
“Oh! Ouch!” She jolted forward; the strike had come quicker than anticipated. “Five.”
“Good girl. For a first time you’re taking the belt well,” he said. “Though you’re lucky, there is a breeze coming through this door cooling your burning red skin.”
Lucky? Was she lucky? Really?
“And when I have delivered this final smack with my belt, we will put this matter behind us.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you will not even consider disobeying me; drinking, at the moment, is not allowed.”
“Yes, Sir, I mean no, Sir.” She was breathing fast, her eyes had misted. The belt pain was sharp and acerbic, different to his palm, it went deeper somehow.
She curled her toes on the hard floor and gripped the table. In her mind’s eye she saw him raising the belt, a flash of underarm hair, abdomen taut, before he lowered it fast and with deadly accuracy.
The bite came when she expected it to. She yelped, curling her hips forward and squeezing her buttocks together.
“That’s it,’ he said, “all done.” The belt clattered to the table again, near her face. “Never forget, Ava, I am your master, I am responsible for your pleasure and your punishments. It’s what you need, it’s what you’ve been without for so long.”
He kept his hand firmly on the small of her back. “You are not permitted to move yet; stay like this, over the table.”
She moaned. The urge to stand up, flee, nurse her poor behind was almost overwhelming.
But she stayed in place. Obedient yet open and vulnerable to him. Her bottom was on fire.
And then a delicious coolness spread over the welts and the scent of chamomile reached her nose.
“What?” She opened her eyes and twisted to look over her shoulder.
“Shh,” he said, his concentration on her ass as he rubbed gently. “This will help, it’s a soothing balm.”
She pulled in a deep breath; when she blew it out she forced some of the tension in her body to go with it.
“Better?” he asked, his touch so opposite to the belt’s meanness.
“I… I think so.”
His fingers glided over her now silken, lubricated skin, working with great tenderness. Again she released some of the stress in her body, relaxing onto the table, uncurling her fingers and toes, and resting her cheek on her forearm.
“Out of control women,” he said softly, “will always need a few severe punishments before they see the light.”
“The light?”
“Yes, what you need, in other words, is a strong man who will not let you run rings around him.”
“And you’re that man?”
“You know damn well I am.”
“My knight in shining armor, huh, lucky me.”
“No, Ava. I am not your knight but I am your armor. I will protect you from yourself.”
“I don’t need… oh!” Her eyes pinged open.
His fingertip had slipped to her anus and was exerting a steady pressure at the center.
She lifted her head, the relaxed feeling instantly slipping. “What… what are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” He rubbed over her puckered hole, exploring it, tracing the skin over and around it.
“That’s my ass, you know.”
“Of course I know.” He applied pressure at the center again. “And I’m guessing by your reaction no one has ever taken you here.”
“No… no, they bloody haven’t.” Though she had to admit she’d been curious about anal sex, prying information from her friends about it when she could.
“Good. I want to be your first for something, Ava.” He increased the pressure. Holding her steady on the table, he eased his lubricated finger into her ass.
“Oh!” The sensation was dark and sinful and so damn different to anything else she’d ever experienced.
He kept going, slipping higher, deeper, until his knuckles pressed on her ass cheeks.
“God, you’re so damn…” she gasped.
“Kinky, yeah, I warned you about that. But get used to this, soon my big cock will be in here.”
“It won’t fit.” Really? He was too well hung for her small hole.
“Don’t you worry, Ava, I’ll make it fit.”
“No, I…”
“Sh.” He pulled his finger almost out.
Then the sensation increased, became denser. He’d eased back in, another finger this time. Two in her rear hole.
She groaned, not hating the feeling, in fact it gave some relief to her aching wet pussy.
“You see,” he said, pushing to his knuckles again. “You like it really.”
“I’m not sure about that…”
He chuckled. “So your pussy isn’t wet, isn’t fluttering with the desire for my cock?”
She clamped her lips together.
“I know what you need better than you do, Ava. And now you have handed yourself over to me, you will reap the benefits.”
“Are you… are you going to fuck my ass now?” She needed to know. Was that next on the agenda? She kind of hoped not, her brain wanted to think about it, imagine him doing it, prepare herself mentally.
“When you come,” he said, “with me in your ass, it will be so good. Can you imagine it now? With me doing this?”
She concentrated on his fingers pumping gently, fucking her ass. Her clit was tingling, a drip of arousal leaked from her pussy. “Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Yes, I can imagine it.”
“It will be intense,” he said, “for both of us.”
Her breaths were picking up again. She arched her spine, went on her tiptoes. Maybe he’d make her come now. “Please…”
“What do you want, Ava?”
“You… I want you to fuck me now.”
“No.” He withdrew and stepped away.
She gasped and spun to look at him. What was he doing? She was there, bent over, wet, she wanted fucking. “Do it.”
“No.”
How dare he deny me after getting me in this state.
“Griff… Sir.”
“I’ll fuck your sweet little ass when the time is right.”
“Which will be?” Fuck. Was she begging for it now? How had he spun that around in her head so quickly?
“When you’ve behaved well and appropriately.” He paused. “When you have been a good girl, Ava. That’s when I’ll take your anal virginity. You have to trust me to know when the time is right.”
She glared at him but quickly turned away when he raised his eyebrows. She didn’t need to add five spanks to a tally when her ass was already red raw.
“Now,” he said. “You have another five minutes to lie there and consider your actions past and present, and then you may continue to make lunch.” He walked to the sink and washed his hands. “By then I should have the new barbeque working.”
She was silent. Her poor bare ass, on show, was still sore despite the balm.
“Say yes, Sir,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped outside and Ava was left with the humiliation of presenting her welted bottom to the outside world as she fantasized about Griff shoving his big cock into her tight asshole and making her come.
It would be good… wouldn’t it?
Chapter 12
Ava enjoyed two days at the cottage with Griff without tallying any spanks from cheeking him or glaring.
She was feeling bold enough to ask for a trip home again. She really did want to get some things from her wardrobe.
“Like what?” he asked, looking up from the book he was reading.
She turned from the laptop. A design for the rose garden glowed bright on the screen.
“Essentials.”
He appeared to hold in a sigh. “You tell me what your idea of essentials is and I’ll tell you if I agree.”
She resisted the urge to pout—that would be five spanks. “Clothes.”
“You have clothes.”
“Only a few.” She plucked the sweats. “And I’ve been wearing the same things since I came here a week ago.”
“A week… yes.”
“Are you losing track of time?”
“No, it’s just my leave will be over soon. I’ll have to go into the station, do some paperwork or get out on the beat.”
“And what will I do?”
“Stay here, work on the garden design, work in the garden.”
She tipped her head and studied him. “Is that your long term plan? For me to be trapped here, a gardening sex slave?”
“You’re hardly a slave, you have everything you need to thrive here.” He hesitated. “But it is the next stage of the plan… the plan for us.”
“So you want me to move into the cottage for the foreseeable future?”
He set his book to one side and stood. It always amazed Ava that he didn’t hit his head on the timber beams in the living room, but luckily he was about an inch lower than they were.
He walked over to her then stooped down onto one knee, rested his palms on her thighs.
“What… what are you doing?” Her heart flipped. She swallowed.
“I’m not proposing marriage if that’s what you think.”
“I… no. That’s not what I was thinking.”
He smiled, the sexy smirk that turned her insides to mush. It also created a longing to be pressed naked up against him, the way they had been in the middle of last night, when he’d woken her and they’d made quiet intense love beneath the duvet.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he said.
“Oh, that’s a first, usually you just tell me how it’s going to be.”
“Which is my preferred way, but on this occasion, I wish you to be involved.”
“Okay.” She rested her hands over his and leaned forward. “Tell me.”
“We’ll go to your place, pick you up some stuff.” He paused. “And in return when I have to put my uniform on again, I won’t have to worry about you absconding, or raiding the cabinet while I’m at work.”
“But what will I do?” Now she did pout. “It will be boring without you.”
“I’m glad you enjoy my company.” He raised her right hand and delicately kissed her knuckles. “But I have thought of that.” He nodded at the computer. “Click off this and go to my emails.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.”
She did as he’d asked and his inbox flashed to life.
“There.” He stood and indicated an email from LDCO.
“What is LDCO?” she asked.
“Landscape Design Courses Online.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“What?” He chuckled. “I think this will be the perfect thing to keep you out of mischief while I’m at work, and it will give you an actual qualification in something you’re clearly interested in.”
“Landscape design?” She stared at him.
“Have you really never thought of it?”
“Well, no.” She shrugged. “I mean I kind of flunked the art course I was doing at college. Didn’t finish it. Dad didn’t really care if I succeeded or not so I didn’t care either.”
“Yeah, I remember, and I’m sorry you didn’t get the support from him you should have.” He tutted and squeezed her hand. “But this one you will finish, I’ll support you. And what’s more you can turn what you learn into a real vision with my garden and if that goes well, perhaps even start your own little business. I know Mrs. Green, my neighbor keeps saying she wants to do something with a messy patch at the end of her garden.”
“A business? My own business?” The words rattled around her brain. She’d never considered such a thing.
But now that she was…
And if Griff was in her corner, encouraging her if it got hard, perhaps she could even do it.
She turned to the screen. “So what are the courses?”
“There’s a few to choose from. I suggest you take a look and then we’ll get you enrolled.”
She glanced over the courses and module titles. They all appeared interesting and relevant to what she wanted to do with Griff’s garden.
“What do you think?” he asked after a few minutes. “Do we have a deal?”
“A deal.” Is that what this had been? Her mind was racing. If she really learned how to design gardens, work with them, could she make it a success?
“Yes, Ava, a deal? We’ll go to your place and collect some of your things, and in return you’ll promise to be here when I get home from work… every time.”
“Yes. Yes.” She stood.
He did the same.
“Yes, you have a deal.” She shook her head. “It’s a great idea, this course. I never would have thought of it.”
