Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

He was almost sorry that the waiter popped up, sooner than expected, with their dinner. He was pretty sure his beautiful wife was about to say something that would give him a reason to spank her ass when they got home. But he was sure she’d manage something, she usually did, and he loved that about her.

They took their time eating; neither of them was in a rush. Between bites and sips he found ways to tease her with subtle threats and promises about his plans for the evening. She returned the favor by driving him crazy with teasing.

It was hard to ignore her foot, stroking up the inside of his leg, or the little soft moaning sounds she made when she tasted the decadent dessert. The way she licked the chocolate off her bottom lip, with slow sensual grace as she held his eyes, was deliberate.

Both of them were suffering by the time the table had been cleared. Her eyes were wide and dilated. He could see her pulse jumping at her throat, matching his own. The casual conversation dried up and they just watched each other, as they waited for the bill.

Maybe there was something extra special about going out on Valentine’s Day after all. The romantic aura had definitely turned up the heat, but there was still a major downside—as much as he wanted to take her on the spot, that was bound to upset the other guests. The painfully hard erection that tented his trousers didn’t want to wait for the drive home and neither did he.

He paid the check without taking his eyes off of her. He helped her out of her seat, assisted her with putting on her coat, and then held her arm while he escorted her to the door—all so he’d have a good reason to keep his hands on her.

Stepping outside was like being doused with a cold shower. It wasn’t because the temperatures had dropped, though they had. It was because he’d just realized they’d driven in separate cars, and now he was going to have to let her go, at least until they got home.

A growl rose in his chest, but he stifled it. It had been his idea for her to meet him there after all. He was half tempted to pull her into the backseat so they could fumble around like a pair of teenagers, but that wouldn’t exactly look good if they were seen.

He sighed. “I wish we’d driven in together.”

“Me too.” Her mouth formed a pout for a few seconds and then an idea hit her. “Um, what if I just leave my car here and you can drive me over to get it tomorrow? It’s the weekend anyway.”

“Good idea, sugarbear. I’m sure it will be fine overnight.” Now why didn’t I think of that? The answer was obvious. All the blood in his body was currently heading below the waist and thinking was harder when all he wanted to do was strip her out of that incredibly sexy outfit.

Except the shoes. Those she could leave on, while he fucked her.

The ride home was… interesting. His eyes stayed on the road, but he couldn’t resist settling one hand on her thigh and slowly inching her dress up. He lived for the stoplights, when he could give her all his attention, fingers slipping into places they probably shouldn’t while out in public.

She encouraged him by making those sounds. Each little gasp and moan made it harder for him to pull away when the light changed. It felt like it took hours to make the drive and the car had barely rolled to a stop before he was out and going around to open her door.

He unbuckled her seat belt before she had a chance, and pulled her out into his arms. Neighbors were the last thought on his mind as his mouth came down hard on hers. His hand settled on her ass, squeezing.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. His voice was a low growl filled with hunger. “I suggest you get in the house fast, otherwise I’m going to lose control.”

Maya giggled, but took it for the demand it was and started moving. He followed her inside and kicked the door shut behind them, pausing only long enough to shrug out of his coat. It was left lying on the floor, and that was against his usual neat nature, but he didn’t even think twice.

She was unzipping her dress as she moved through the house. The vixen was deliberately taunting him by letting it slide down over her shoulders, then holding it at the waist until she reached the bedroom. In the doorway she let it drop and stepped out of it.

What she wore underneath could barely be considered clothing. It was more like scraps of white lace, held together artfully by ribbons. It looked amazing against her dark skin, but his fingers itched to rip it right off her body. Only knowing that the skimpier a woman’s lingerie was, the more it had probably cost, held him back.

“If you want to save those, you better take them off before I do,” he said.

She looked pleased by the threat, but then his wife loved it when he said things like that. Part of the reason he made the threat was just to see the way her face glowed in response—which didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

“So impatient, Daddy,” she complained, sounding not at all bothered. She unhooked the strapless bra and let it fall with a soft whisper of fabric.

“If you wanted patient, you probably should have kept your hand out of my lap on the way home.” Especially since he hadn’t wanted to stop what she was doing, but getting a handjob while he was driving wasn’t a good idea.

Hot, but not…safe.

Being the Daddy meant keeping Maya safe, even when he had to deprive himself of pleasure. So, he’d removed her hand, but sometimes being the grown-up was difficult.

“You started it. Besides, I didn’t want you to lose interest.” She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear at each side, and slowly worked them down over her hips. “Between the cold and the drive, I was worried you wouldn’t want to play when we got home, Daddy.” The syrupy sweet Middle tone practically screamed ‘sassy brat’.

He snagged her wrist and yanked her toward him. The high heels, or the underwear tangled around them, caused her to stumble and fall against his chest. He grinned down at her. “When have I ever lost interest in you?”

She pursed her lips as if considering. “Well, there’s always a first time. And it was a long workday… you might have gotten too tired.”

Tired was the last thing he was. “Uh-huh. I think we both know that’s not very likely.” His hands slid down to cup her bare ass, kneading the plump cheeks with just a touch of roughness. “I’m definitely ready to play, but I think we’re going to start with a nice hard spanking.” He felt the shiver that ran through her body.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said quickly, but her body rubbing against his belied the words.

“I think it is.” He lowered his mouth to hers and his tongue laid a playful stroke across her bottom lip.

The dramatic sigh was over-the-top. “Well, if you insist… I guess I should give you your Valentine’s Day present then.”

“Is the present… you?” His fingers pressed into her flesh.

“Nope, but you’re going to have to let me go so I can grab it.”

Rick narrowed his eyes. Letting her go was not on his agenda, but he was curious about the present. “Is this going to end with me having to chase you around the house?”

She thought about it for a second and then shook her head. “As fun as that is, I don’t think either of us has the patience tonight. Besides, I’d have to pass you to get out the door,” she pointed out.

He sighed. “Fine, you’ve got two minutes.” Letting go of her was painfully hard… and so was he.

“I’ll be right back!” She disappeared into the walk-in closet, but a few seconds later she returned with a wrapped package covered in gaudy heart paper.

He made sure to show his appreciation for the care that had gone into the wrapping. Maya was impatient about most things, but she had a certain artistic flair when it came to gifts. The paper was pleated over and over again and tied with ribbons, but she’d managed it cleverly and a single tug undid it all.

Inside was a heart-shaped wooden paddle. The background was painted a crimson red, and there were dozens of small conversation hearts painted over that. Each one said something naughty, not the kind of thing you’d find on the real candy.

“Do you like it? I found the cutest little store online that was doing them for Valentine’s, and you got to write in what you wanted the hearts to say. I couldn’t resist.”

“So “Spank me, Judge Daddy” doesn’t come standard?” He glanced over at her, one eyebrow raised.

She giggled. “No. I was blushing when I filled in the form and kind of worried, they might just reject the order, but they didn’t.”

Considering the graphic nature of some of the hearts, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they had. He could well imagine her face was bright red when she made the request. But it was uniquely perfect. He was going to enjoy using it.

“I love it, sugarbear. It’s the best gift. Thank you.”

A look of delight spread across her face and her mouth split into a wide smile. “Yay! I’m so glad.” Then she paused. “But you don’t actually have to use it. It can just be a fun thing to have.”

He knew his Maya. She would be devastated if he chose not to use it on her. No one, even a bratty Middle, gave their Dom a paddle unless they wanted it to be used on them. She was no exception, and he wasn’t going to take the bait.

Besides he enjoyed paddling her bottom. “Are you kidding? I’m going to get so much use out of this. And it will be fun trying to match the color of your skin to this nice bright red.”

Her smile vanished into a frown. “Wait…that’s not…”

“And it’s a nice sturdy wood too. Oak, it feels like from the weight.” He lightly smacked his palm with it a few times to test it. “Should really bring up the color nicely.”

“Um, Daddy, I don’t think…”

He placed a finger across her lips, stilling the words. “Hush, Little one. Let Daddy enjoy his present.” He looked her up and down, and then frowned. “Where did the heels go?”

“Oh, I mean, I’m practically naked,” she said, as if that explained everything.

To be fair, it would for most people, in most situations, but on this particular occasion, he had other ideas. “You’re still wearing stockings, so you can wear the shoes too. Go put them on.”

“But, I was going to take the thigh-highs off too, so—”

He interrupted her with a sharp hand gesture. “I want them on when I paddle you.” When she still didn’t move, he let one eyebrow slowly rise. “Now.”

She was starting to look like she regretted the present, but she didn’t argue as she moved quickly back into the closet. The heels were in her hand, not on her feet, when she returned, but she dropped them to the floor and slipped into them before he needed to say anything.

“You really think I look good in these?” She twisted and turned, going through several sexy poses while his eyes remained fixed on her hungrily.

“I think you look better than good, Maya. You look fucking incredible, and you’re going to look even better bent over.” He crooked a finger at her, and she moved closer, as if tugged by an invisible leash.

He would get to the paddling, but that could wait. His hands itched to touch her, and he took the time to indulge the desire. Her skin was soft and warm under his fingers as he skimmed them down over her body. “God, I love you.” The words were barely more than breathed.

He was so in awe of this woman. His wife, his Little who gave him every part of her and let him be her Daddy. Sometimes what he felt for her was so powerful he thought his chest might explode with it.

The near constant urge to throw her down and fuck her with wild abandon until she screamed, was matched only by the desire to make slow and tender love to her all night long while she gasped and moaned his name. Sometimes even he didn’t know which would win until they were in the midst of it.

He dropped to his knees, hands on her hips as he licked the soft flesh of her belly, before going lower. Kisses trailed down to the dark thatch of hair between her legs, and he dipped the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips to taste her arousal.

The groan that ripped from him was unintentional, but heartfelt. “Spread your legs, sweet girl.” She shuffled her feet apart, wobbly on the heels, but he held her and kept her safe until she had her balance.

Her hands settled on his shoulders, gripping them as he buried his face in her pussy and drew a long lick up from her entrance, ending with a flourish to swirl his tongue around her clit. The quavering moan it drew from her was low and throaty. His cock jumped in response.

Rick was still fully dressed, but he reached down with one hand to open the front of his trousers, letting the hard erection spring free, so he could be more comfortable as he worked on her. She had to have been simmering in excitement all night, because it didn’t take much to bring her close to the edge.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to stay on her feet, wobbling as she canted her hips forward to grind herself against his mouth. Each slow lick drove her crazy and she began to beg in high keening cries.

He tortured her a bit more, teasing at that slow pace as he felt her soaking his face with the river pouring from her soaked pussy. But when her legs began to shake, he took pity on her. He had to hold her as his tongue swirled through her swollen folds with quick laps that didn’t bring nearly enough pressure… at first.

Gradually he began to focus more and more on her clit, until her breathing grew ragged and her fingernails bit into his skin. Then he finally closed his mouth around it, letting her have a touch of teeth and pressure, before he began to suck the hard little nub.

“Oh fuck, Daddy…oh please… oh please… I—”

Her body shuddered and jerked, but he didn’t stop the slow pressure or the way his tongue stroked the nerves at the base of her clit with every gentle suck. He coaxed another orgasm from her and the sounds she made nearly drove him over the edge.

If she hadn’t been shaking so hard, he might have kept going, but it was hard to keep her on her feet while he concentrated. After he felt the third shattering orgasm roll through her, he pulled back, holding her steady as he looked up at her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sugarbear.”

She let out a panting laugh. One of her hands slid up to curl in his hair. “And to think… all I got you was a paddle.”

“I plan to enjoy the paddle quite a lot, but I’m sure you can think of other things to give me.” He chuckled as he stood, ignoring the way his knees complained. There was an awkward moment as he had to kick off his pants, so he didn’t trip over them. There was no way he was going to be able to wrestle his aching cock back inside the tight front.

The boxers weren’t a problem. They were loose enough and needed no help staying up once he’d tucked himself back inside. That taken care of, he lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the bed with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her ass bumped and rubbed his bulge, while he gritted his teeth with every step.

If it had been a longer walk, they wouldn’t have made it.

Her shoes were a much-needed distraction. The heels pressed into his back, and the cool leather drew his attention as the only part of his body that wasn’t burning red hot. It gave him something to focus on.

When he reached the bed, he had to coax her into releasing her grip on him, before he could finally settle her down on the thick comforters. She sprawled there wantonly, legs parted and arranged just so.

He didn’t take his eyes off her as his fingers moved down the front of his shirt, and began to unbutton it with slow, deliberate movements. Rick would normally have hung it up, or dropped it right in the laundry, but tonight he just shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.

He reached for the waistband of his underwear and then hesitated. His cock ached to be buried in her heat. If the boxers came off… there was no way he’d be able to hold back, but he knew she’d be disappointed if he didn’t use the paddle on her at least a little bit.

It was on the floor. He’d dropped it when he’d gotten… busy, and he retrieved it now. Her eyes widened and fixed as he lifted it up to show her. “We can’t forget this, now, can we?”

“Daddy, it’s not that I don’t want to try it out.” She paused, running her tongue over her bottom lip in a gesture that seemed more nervous than sexy. “It’s just that I’m still a little sensitive still. Maybe we could wait a bit until…”

Of course. She wanted to wait until her nerves had calmed down, and there was a new buffer of arousal to cushion the spanking. It wouldn’t hurt nearly as much then.

But what was the fun in that? He shook his head and grinned. “I think we’ll try it now. I wouldn’t want us to get wrapped up in the heat of the moment, and accidentally miss trying out the new Valentine’s paddle on Valentine’s Day. I mean that would be a travesty.”

She squinted at him. “I don’t think travesty is the word I’d use.”

“What word would you use?” He tilted his head as the grin widened.

“Mean.”

“Well, sometimes Daddies have to be mean, Little girl, but I think we both know that you got me a paddle for a reason. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

“That’s not—”

He cut off her rising voice and outraged words, simply by raising one eyebrow. “Don’t fib, Maya. You wouldn’t want this to turn from funishment to punishment. Now, flip over and get on your hands and knees, like a good girl.”

Her mouth may have been fixed in a pout, but he noted the glitter of excitement in her eyes as she obeyed. He also couldn’t help but notice the way she moved. When Maya was deep in her Middle-space it was obvious.

She huffed and scowled about being spanked, pretending she hated it, even when it wasn’t punishment. She’d draw things out as long as possible, using every stall tactic to try to get out of it. Right now Maya was definitely in an adult headspace.

She poured liquid sex into every languid movement. The way she stretched and showed off her body as she took her time obeying, seemed designed to make sure he got an eyeful. When she finally settled on her hands and knees, she did so in a way that made it clear she was expecting to enjoy herself.

Her ass wiggled, begging to be spanked. Her thighs were spread wide, so he could see her pussy glistening like a beacon. When she was sure he’d gotten a good look, she slowly lowered her upper body, bowing her back and resting her head on folded arms, which thrust her soaked and swollen sex out for his attention.

His hand was drawn to touch, and he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers through the slippery juices to circle her entrance. She pushed back, demanding more, and he worked one finger in, tease-fucking her with shallow thrusts. Needy moans trickled out of her nonstop.

A second finger pushed in, and he let them go a bit deeper, not deep enough to satisfy, but enough to heighten everything. And then he leaned over and picked up the paddle. As she rocked back, trying to get more… he popped the paddle down on her left cheek with a nice hard smack.

Maya yelped and rolled forward instinctively, trying to pull away from the pain and losing his fingers at the same time. Her head snapped around with wide eyes. “Hey! That hurt!”

“It is a paddle, sweetheart. That’s sort of how it works.” He didn’t bother hiding the amusement in his tone.

“But I was enjoying the other part. I don’t want to be spanked.”

He knew her better than that. “You’ll enjoy this too, now stick that cute bottom out for me.” He tapped her right cheek, encouraging her.

With a long-suffering sigh, she moved back into position. The tenseness in her body made it clear she was waiting for another swat, so he held off on that, and let his fingers play some more. It took a minute for her to stop waiting for the paddle to fall and relax her muscles. And even then, the slightest movement had her clenching again, so he gave her something to be distracted by.

His fingers curled and stroked the roof of her tunnel, finding the rough spot as they slid across. She sucked a breath in between her teeth and then let it out in a long, low moan— just as he popped the right cheek good and hard with the Valentine’s paddle.

She was a quick learner. Pulling forward was taking her away from the good stuff too, so the instinctive jerk forward was cut off abruptly, and she pushed right back onto his fingers, despite the bright red patch coloring both cheeks.

He rewarded her by giving her more pleasure, and then more spanks, in a cycle that had her practically writhing on the bed. It was a beautiful sight. The way she took the paddle, the way she opened herself up for more as she tried to get off on his fingers, it brought him closer to the edge with every moment.

The spanking continued until he could see it was starting to be a struggle for her. Her cries had gotten higher-pitched and she was slow to move back into position after each swat. He knew she could take more, had taken more many times in the past, but it was getting harder for him to continue too.

Rather, he was getting harder. His cock jumped and jerked like an angry terrier on a leash. precum dripped from his tip as the desire to fuck her senseless swelled.

He tossed the paddle to the side. As much as he wanted to continue, he needed to be in her. He needed to hear her scream his name while he fucked her senseless, and the ache in his balls was near constant now. His hand was dripping when he pulled it free, and her protests were immediately.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m about to replace my fingers with something you’ll find a lot more satisfying. I just—” Rick froze and the words dried up.

He wasn’t sure if there had been a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, or the slightest sound from behind him. But something flagged his attention and when he half-turned, looking at the partly opened door, he saw a pale face framed in the opening.

His dark eyes met a pair of blue ones that flew open wide, right before they vanished.

“What the fuck?” burst from him. He took a step towards the door and stopped when he heard Maya asking, “Daddy? What’s wrong?”

His first concern had to be for her safety. “Maya, someone’s in the house.”

She rolled over, sitting up and pulling a pillow over to cover her nakedness. “What?”

“I saw a face at the door. I’m going to go check it out, but I want you to lock yourself in and then call 9-1-1.” For the first time he wished he had a gun in the house, but he’d never really liked them. Now, faced with the need to protect what was most precious, Maya, he was regretting that.

An odd look flew across Maya’s face. “Daddy, um…”

“Maya, this is no time to argue with me. As soon as I go out the door, I want you to lock it behind me. Do what I say,” he ordered, as he grabbed his discarded pants and stepped into them. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken the time, but he wasn’t going to chase an intruder in his underwear.

“Daddy, it’s not a burglar.” There was a tone to her voice that immediately caught his attention.

He stopped dressing and stared at her. “Maya… is there something you need to tell me?”

“Um, well, it’s just that we have a guest over.” She hugged the pillow. “Lisa is staying. I was going to tell you…”

“When? When were you planning on telling me, Maya?” He let go of his pants and dropped to sit on the edge of the bed as the adrenaline rushed through him.

“Well, it wasn’t a very romantic conversation, so I didn’t want to bring it up during dinner.” She squirmed, looking away.

He drew in a long deep breath and held it for a count of five before he said a word. “How about the ride home? Or maybe when you walked through the house stripping? At least a heads up to close the bedroom door might have been nice?”

He was trying not to sound furious because snapping tended to make her retreat to a younger headspace, and that wasn’t going to help. He set aside the issue of someone seeing them during such an intimate time, because that was a whole different issue. Right now he just wanted to focus on why he’d been left in the dark.

“Lisa said she’d probably be asleep when we got back, so I figured I’d just wait until morning. It felt like it would ruin the romantic vibe.” Maya rolled her bottom lip under and gnawed on it, while avoiding his eyes.

“Of course inviting a friend over to spend the night is going to ruin the romantic vibe, Maya! Why on earth did you think tonight was a good night to have a sleepover? And why didn’t you bring it up before you invited her?” He caught his voice getting louder and, mindful of their company, he cut himself off and took another breath. Although, since Lisa had been privy to all their other secrets, he supposed hearing this wasn’t going to matter much.

He sighed. “We could have discussed a good night to plan this. A night that wasn’t supposed to be date night.”

Maya straightened, shaking her head. “It’s not like that, Daddy. This was an emergency. She was literally in the driveway when I got home. I talked to her real fast, then got ready and left.”

“An emergency?” He narrowed his eyes, waiting. His version of an emergency and hers were often very different.

“Yeah, she went home yesterday, and the landlord had changed the locks and tossed all her things on the street. She spent the night in her car last night and was going to do it again. Obviously, I couldn’t let her do that. It’s supposed to be freezing tonight.”

Some of the tension left his body and he nodded. That was an acceptable emergency. “Okay, start over and tell me the whole story.”

Maya rattled off a quick synopsis of the situation. Which, he suspected, was only a fraction of the story. It was enough to have his judge side frowning hard and wondering if some laws had been broken.

“You did the right thing. That doesn’t excuse you from not warning me someone was here, and we will be discussing this, but… for now, I’m more interested in knowing why she was watching us.”

Maya shrugged, looking as confused as he felt. “I—don’t know. Maybe she heard the paddle and got curious?”

Rick frowned. “She could have thought I was abusing you. I guess it could sound like that from the outside.” Of course Lisa was aware of their relationship, which made that unlikely. Still knowing and seeing weren’t the same thing.

“No, I don’t think that’s it.” She drew the words out slowly, as if considering each one. “Lisa’s a submissive, but she’s never had a Dom, or a Daddy, or even played with anyone. I think… maybe she heard it and was just curious?”

“I don’t care how curious she was, spying at someone’s bedroom door is inappropriate. It shows a complete lack of manners. She’s lucky she doesn’t have a Dom, because she deserves to have her ass paddled for being so rude.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean to, Daddy.”

“Didn’t mean to be seen is more like it,” he grumbled. He tried not to think about how long she might have been watching. He grabbed for his pants and started dressing again.

“Daddy? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to go have a talk with Lisa. If she’s going to stay in this house, she’s going to have to behave herself.” He stood, fastened his pants and then swept his shirt up off the floor and put that on too.

“Daddy! I’m sure she already feels terrible. You can’t go down there and lecture her like… like…”

“Like what?” One eyebrow went up as he shot her a look.

“Like um… a Daddy.” She frowned. “Daddy… you’re not going to punish her, are you?”

Rick snorted. “Of course not. She’s not mine to punish, lucky for her. And I’m not going to lecture her as a Daddy either. I’m going to lecture her as a host who just caught his guest doing something unacceptable,” he retorted.

“Yes, but—”

“And I’m going to make it clear that this behavior is not going to happen again.”

“But—”

“And then I’m going to come back here, and you and I are going to have a long talk about your failure to disclose relevant information. So anything else you have to say can wait.”

He finished buttoning his shirt and then went right out the bedroom door, ignoring Maya’s sputtering behind him.