Book two in the Getting Together Series by Victoria Blisse
John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can't shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it's up to John to convince the woman he loves that she's the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.
‘But you’re going to get your punishment, just like I told you first, naughty boy.’
‘You’re going to spank me?’
‘Well, I guess I deserve that.’ He grinned and leant down to kiss my cheek. ‘I’ll do my best to take it as a man, Terri. Don’t hurt me too much.’
‘Oh no, I plan on hurting you just enough, love, but if it gets too much you should be able to scream a word to stop it all. How about “gym”? That seems kind of apt.’
‘OK, I’ll remember that.’
‘Good. When we walk in I want to start playing straight away. I need to spank you and then I’m going to have my wicked way with you but there are going to be some rules. Are you up for that?’
‘Oh, yes, yes I am.’ He was already getting excited; I could see it in his eyes.
‘OK, then. You will call me mistress at all times. When you get in you’ll go straight up to my bedroom, strip naked and kneel at the end of the bed. You will wait for me there. You will do everything I say, when I say it and you won’t answer back. You will only speak when spoken to. Am I clear?’
‘Yes, mistress,’ he replied, breathily, without a moment’s pause. I could feel the sexual sparks in the air around us and I could not wait to get him home.
‘Oh, and if at any time you want to stop the game, say “gym”, OK?’
‘Yes, mistress.’ He said it louder that time, growing in confidence and eagerness. Our strides lengthened, our hands still entwined. Both of us were eager to get inside and let the games begin.
I fumbled with my handbag when we got to my door. I’d like to say I did it on purpose, to drive him wild with anticipation, but I was just overexcited and my hands were shaking. I eventually got the key into the lock and opened the front door. I held it open for John and he did exactly as told. He walked into the hall and literally ran upstairs. I walked into the living room and dropped my handbag onto the sofa. I took a breath to steady myself then started peeling off layers.
Not that there were many layers to lose. Even in the brutal north of England, August is hot. I had only taken out a light cardigan to cover the tops of my arms from the prying eyes of strangers. Beneath that was a light, sleeveless dress. I dropped them both and left them in a pool on the living room floor. As I had been mad at John when I dressed, I didn’t have on the sexiest underwear in the world. Plain white cotton knickers and a matching white bra. They were more practical than kinky, but I had no time to change and all my sexy undies were in the bedroom anyway. I shook my head, took a deep breath and walked upstairs.
I’m not a naturally dominant woman. I found my dominant streak when I found out John was a virgin. I took charge on that first occasion and enjoyed it. More often than not, I took control of things sexual. We both enjoyed it that way, but I had never before initiated something as kinky as this. I was shaking. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off at all. I was tempted just to walk into my room and say ‘OK, that was your punishment, ha, ha, let’s fuck,’ but I took a deep breath as I reached the top of the stairs and reminded myself that it was a game and decided to play along. It couldn’t do any harm and if my dominance broke down after a while, who’d care? We’d be having sex. It’s hard to care about anything else mid-fuck.
When I walked into my bedroom, I found him kneeling at the foot of the bed. He was facing away from me and staring at the floral duvet a few inches from his face.
‘You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?’ I walked up and admired his pert buttocks and strong back.
‘Yes, mistress,’ he replied immediately, his gaze set straight ahead. As I walked past him I brushed my fingers over his shoulder and heard him gasp in anticipation.
‘Naughty boys need punishing,’ I stated and sat down on the bed in front of him. He didn’t speak, he didn’t even look up. I let the silence hang while I took in his naked submissiveness and noticed his cock straining away from his groin. He was really enjoying this.
‘OK, naughty boy, get over my knee.’
He stood up then, eyes still directed down, his cheeks blazing red with emotion. He gently lowered himself over my lap, using his hands for balance. I could feel his hard cock and let my thighs fall open a little to give it space and enjoy the feel of it on my skin.
I ran my hand over his bottom. His cheeks were soft and giving yet pert from all the cycling and running he did. I lifted my hand away and watched him tense, expecting a spank. I let my hand hang in the air for an extra moment. Just as he started to relax, I brought it down with a smack against his flesh. He yelped and I smiled. I decided I could get used to being the mistress.
‘Naughty boy,’ I scolded, slapping him again. ‘You made mistress feel bad, talking to that other woman, You’re mine.’ I spanked him again, harder this time. ‘You understand that, don’t you?’
‘Yes, mistress,’ he groaned. His cock, hard and juicy between my thighs, made me want to pull him up and on top of me. I wanted to feel him between my slick lips, but I resisted and continued to play the game.