Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

A very was terrified… aroused and terrified. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Thom, but afraid that she was dreaming and would wake up or worse yet, that he was not the man she believed him to be and she’d end up gutted like before. She reminded herself that she had known Thom for several years and trusted him. She couldn’t fault him for keeping one part of his life to himself, especially since she had done the same.

Looking up as he came through the door, she felt as though she was a balloon filled to bursting and he was walking in, not with a large hat pin, but as though he were about to let all the air fizzle out. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, grabbing the dressing gown she’d put out and pulling it on.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m fairly sure I told you to get naked and in bed.”

“I just don’t want you to think that you have to continue if you don’t want to…”

“I thought we settled this.”

“Well, neither of us has signed anything so if you wanted to back out…”

“Do you want me to back out? Do you want to?”

“No, Sir.”

“I think you need to spend some time in the corner. You go stand in the corner to the left of the French doors, place your hands flat against the wall, and wait until I come back. Oh, and Avery?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I said naked. Lose the robe.”

Avery watched him stride back out to the living room. Disappointed in herself and her apparent inability to shut off these niggling doubts that kept filling up her head, she debated whether or not to do as she’d been told. This was happening too fast, although she’d given him the perfect opportunity to back out and he’d refused to take it. Sighing, she removed her robe and went to the corner.

After a few minutes of staring at the fantastically uninteresting wall plaster, Avery was ready to question her own sanity for ever wanting anyone to send her to the corner. It sounded so sexy when she read it in the novels—naughty heroine being sent to the corner to think before being taken across the hero’s knee. Wait, he wasn’t planning to spank her again, was he? She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she heard neither her printer—which was on the other side of the house and whisper quiet—nor his return to her room. Suddenly, there was a piece of paper slapped against the wall to the right of her head, then a pen appeared in her peripheral vision. She couldn’t read the words; her eyes were transfixed on Thom’s bold signature across the bottom.

“Sign it,” he said, flat and unamused. “I’m not going to tap dance with you. This puts in ink everything that we agreed to out on the couch, including that from this point on we are an exclusive, committed couple and that you are accepting my dominance and leadership in our relationship up to and including corporal punishment…”

Before he could finish speaking, Avery grabbed the pen and signed her name.

“Don’t you want to read it?”

“No. I’ve known you long enough and well enough that you didn’t put anything in there we didn’t agree to.”

He slid the backs of his knuckles down her side. “Then what was the dressing gown and giving me an out about?”

Rubbing her hands, Avery shrugged her shoulders. She was so confused by herself. When it came to not putting extras into their agreed upon contract, yes, of course she trusted him. But not when it came to whether or not he might want to stay with her? She couldn’t think of any way to express that either without digging herself deeper into this already sizeable hole. And when she couldn’t immediately answer him, the swat that he landed on her backside not only stung, but it reignited all that heat that he’d inflicted on her earlier. Worse, another jolt of arousal surged through her system, adding to both her confusion and frustration.

“Words,” he reminded. “When Daddy asks you a question, he expects an answer and a shrug is not an answer.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s just… You looked like…”

She couldn’t find the words to express her fears. It wasn’t as if she feared he would hurt or ill-use her; she knew better. What frightened her was that after believing—even if only for a very short while—that all of her dreams and fantasies about him might be coming true, that it all might just evaporate right out of her grasping hands, leaving her holding onto wisps of nothing.

His hand snapped out and smacked her very sore bottom again. That stung even worse than before, sending her dancing up onto her tiptoes.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

“I don’t like having to repeat myself, especially when I think I know the answer already.”

She couldn’t look at him, but she could hear the disapproving frown in his voice.

“All right, since you don’t seem to like that last question, let me ask you this instead: Do I need to put you back over my knee before you’ll talk to me?”

Avery panicked. Her backside throbbed and burned, a deep aching reminder that it had been a very long time since she’d last been spanked, especially by someone who knew what he was doing.

“No!” she cried, unable to stop herself from bursting into tears. “No, I don’t want that at all. I don’t know what to say.”

Thom closed in on her, pressing his groin against her punished behind and leaning against the wall, his palms flat against it. When had he removed his shirt? She didn’t know, but she could feel the heat radiating off his skin as he pulled her close. The panic soothed. She vividly recalled the one time she’d caught a glimpse of Thom without his shirt on at the rodeo—he was gorgeous, everything a fantasy cowboy should be with a ripped, sinewy torso and that gorgeous tattoo.

“What do you want, Avery? I need you to tell me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

Because what if saying it out loud made it happen that much faster?

She shook her head, then cried out when he pulled back far enough to deliver not just a swat this time. This time, it was a spank. Hard enough to jolt her hips, the sting nothing but hurt. When she heard him unbuckle the championship belt buckle he wore, the knowledge that he was going to welt her was at once just another dream come true and her next biggest reason to panic. And yet, she couldn’t blame him. For someone who’d flown in combat situations, who’d faced down military installations with a single chopper, she was proving to be something of a coward. She didn’t like that about herself. She didn’t deserve Thom. He deserved someone wonderfully submissive, who knew how to please him, would follow all the rules, and who would give him nothing more to worry about than which hole he wanted to fuck.

Thom flexed the fingers of one hand before removing it from the wall. She watched as if in slow motion he ran his fingers down her arm, crossing under her arm to trail up the front of her body to cup her breast. Her knees threatened to buckle. She actually moaned out loud. Had it been possible, her nipples would have hardened that much more, but they were already tight, making it easy for him to pinch and, as he had done with her clit, roll and pluck with the tips of his fingers. Her whole body convulsed with the force of her need and her legs failed her.

“Easy, little girl.” His strong arm caught her around the middle, hugging her tightly against his chest. “Daddy’s got you.”

Holding onto his arm for support, the unmistakable sound of him unbuttoning his fly made her legs weaken all the more. Sparkles of anticipation danced under her skin. She wasn’t sure why, but button flies had always struck her as so much sexier than zippered ones, and knowing what was being freed as he worked his jeans open with one hand and held her steady with the other just made her heart race.

“You are going to talk to me,” he said, as his cock became free of the confines of his jeans. “Before I force you to do that, however, I think first you need to be fucked. Daddy doesn’t like casual relationships. Before I’m done with you, baby, you’re going to know I’m not going anywhere.”

His free hand glided down her belly. Sparks followed the combing path that his fingers took as he ran them through the neat patch of hair covering her mound. Those sparks shot hotter and brighter the second he touched her clit, coating it in the slick moisture of her own body as he circled it once and then gave a hard tug.

Her breath caught. His hips shifted, the heady girth of his enormous cock slipping in between her clenching thighs. She couldn’t squeeze hard enough to keep him out, though it was just second nature to try. The smooth head of him slid along her slit, gliding into the wetness he bared when he spread her labia. She groaned when she felt that first nudge that lodged him against the heated wetness of her core.

“Say Daddy’s going to make me come now,” Thom murmured huskily in her ear.

Avery shuddered all over, her throat so tight, her core every bit as hot and aching as her well-spanked bottom. Her nerves were firing wildly, keyed up in anticipation of being impaled by him. Slow and deep, hard and fast—she didn’t care so long as he was finally inside her.

“Daddy’s going to make me come,” she whispered in a rush, eyes wide, hardly daring to believe this was happening.

But it was, and it did, and it was better than any fantasy punctuated by the emotionless pulse of a showerhead.

His one arm remained tightened around her while the other leaned heavily against the wall. There was no further warning before he drove into her, his cock surging up inside her. Stretching her open and filling her up in a single, powerful thrust that stabbed so deep there was no inch of her that couldn’t feel it, and no inch of her that wasn’t ripped apart by the unexpected force of her orgasm. She shouted, grabbing his arm around her middle with one hand and hooking her other arm around his neck, hugging him tightly up against her back. The flex of hard muscle beneath her hands was every bit as overwhelming as the thickness of his shaft pressing so deep inside her.

“Hands back on the wall,” he ordered.

Trying desperately to catch her breath, Avery lay her trembling hands flat against the plaster as Thom began to fuck her with strength and speed. She had no time to recover from the first climax before the second began to build. Try though she did to detect any telltale twitching or thickening of his shaft, anything that might indicate he was striving toward his own release, all she felt was the incredible friction of his cock driving into her over and over again. She fought to stave off her impending orgasm, a little frightened by how fast and easy he was making them come, but Thom quickly swatted her again. The clap of his hard hand smacking the top and sides of her bottom had her crying out again, wailing her ecstasy and distress as she came to the painful sting of his spanks and the ravaging force of his cock plundering her pussy.

“Rule thirteen, you do not”—a brutal thrust of his cock punctuated each word—“withhold your orgasms from me. Those belong to Daddy and you will give me all the ones I want. If you try to fake it or fight me to keep from coming, I’ll make you regret it.”

She shuddered in his arms, awash in wave after pleasure-filled wave.

“It’s a good thing you said you like to fuck like an alley cat in heat, because my kitten can expect her daddy to make use of her charms on a very frequent and regular basis. Jesus, Avery, you feel incredible. One more time. Come again for Daddy.”

He rode her, relentlessly building the climax she just knew was going to kill her. Her inner walls shook and quivered as she tried to wrap her head around what was happening. She was not a multiple orgasm kind of girl. Nothing in her past had prepared her for the ease in which Thom now commanded her response. She’d always responded to sexual dominance, but it had never been like this.

She could barely catch her breath. Every gasping exhale was a tiny noise that changed from moans to whimpers as the next wave of pleasuring spasms came rushing up to claim her. She stiffened with a cry, and she was so grateful that Thom still supported her because as her toes curled up tighter and tighter, her legs lost that ability. One last vicious thrust from Thom and she fell over rapture’s razor-sharp edge, her pussy clamping down hard, every muscle locking as she greedily milked every last seminal spurt that gushed from him into her.

Panting, Avery sagged against the wall. His release seemed to go on forever. She would have begged for it to stop if only she could have found either her voice or her will. She had neither, only the tremors that still rippled through her, riding the wave of his total possession as he continued to gently move, drawing out the pleasure for as long as it would come. Until it finally stopped.

She wilted. She never would have guessed that a daddy dom, of all things, would be the one to do this to her. Her legs were mush. She could feel the minute twitches of his softening cock as he rocked his hips against her backside, drawing out a last tiny spark of a mini orgasm before it was done. Her eyes closed. Between ragged pants, her lips moved in silent pleas, but for the life of her, she didn’t know if she was begging for him to stop or start again.

Caressing her hair back so he could see her face, he asked, “Can you stand?”

Not a chance.

Her eyes teared. “Yes, Sir. I think so.”

“Good girl. Daddy is very proud of you.” His cock slid out of her, but his hand covered her own, weaving their fingers together and keeping them linked.

She stared at that until the growing rush of tears blurred it all away, and then she started to cry.

“It’s okay, baby, Daddy’s here.” He turned her around, folding her in his arms again, this time letting her cry against his bare chest. “Did I hurt you?”

Caught mid-hiccup and snuffling gasp, she couldn’t talk. She shook her head instead.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not sure,” she wept. “Part of it is because I’ve wanted this and you for a long time and it terrifies me that it might not be real. I’m not doubting your sincerity, it’s just that I want it so bad, I’m afraid. I’m sorry,” she said, dissolving into tears again.

Avery couldn’t remember a time she’d ever cried like this. Crying in response to his spanking made sense; the man had a wicked hand. But crying because she’d just had the best sex of her life? This was beyond ridiculous! She had never been the weepy type. Why couldn’t she control her emotions?

He nuzzled her. “You don’t have to apologize for being uncertain or afraid. That just tells me you’re being honest. Even if I don’t like hearing what you’re saying, as long as you’re telling me the truth as you see it and do it respectfully, you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

She nodded, but quickly added, “Yes, Sir.”

“I think given what happened to you, it’s to be expected that you’re scared,” he soothed. “That’s okay. I’ll just have to make sure you feel my love every single day until it feels like a cashmere shawl you can wrap yourself up in.”

That image made her smile. Resting her head on his shoulder, Avery sighed, happier than she’d ever been. At least until her tears dried up and, with one last pat on her back and stroke of her hair, he put his daddy dom bossy pants back on.

“Turn around,” he gently ordered, using his hands to make her comply. “I want you to stay in this corner and think about what put you here. Push your bottom out and spread your legs. Daddy wants to see how red he made your fanny and see his cum dripping from your pussy.”

Thom ran his hands down her arms, caressing the front of her body as she obediently arched back her hips. He squeezed her tits, molding them in his hands before giving both nipples a hard pinch. She almost moaned, though just as quickly that moan became a whimper of loss as he moved away.

The room became awkwardly quiet.

The back of her neck prickled with her need to turn around and see where he was. He couldn’t really be standing back, just watching her, could he? Did she risk another spanking just by turning far enough to check? Probably. Everything else he’d done so far had been exactly what had fed her bedtime—or even shower time—fantasies. Except the daddy dom thing. Admittedly, that had kind of come out of left field, but even so, she could see herself getting into it, especially when it came wrapped up in the whole sexy Thom package.

It was really, really quiet. She couldn’t stand this. “Thom?”

“Right here, baby.”

“Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Exactly what I already told you. I’m sitting on the foot of your bed right now, admiring how red and swollen my kitten’s pretty backside is. That particular shade of red you’re wearing is the perfect color for naughty little girls.”

Her whole body blushed.

“That’s a pretty color too,” Thom chuckled. “I’m also admiring how thoroughly Daddy filled his little girl’s pussy up to overflowing. There’s something rather proprietary about watching my cum come dribbling back out of you.”

His words were like an erotic caress that she could practically feel brushing up against her legs. She clenched her thighs, but too late. A whole swarm of butterflies had taken flight down there, fanning the flames of her previous blush and setting her now highly sensitized clit to pulsing again. Tucking her hips didn’t help either the flutter or the blush.

“Uh huh,” Thom said knowingly. “Daddy’s naughty girl needs to stand still when she’s in the corner. Push your bottom back out like I told you, and spread your legs a little wider. I don’t like that you’re hiding your pussy from me.” He waited until she complied. “When was the last time you fucked, Avery?”

“Do we have to do the number thing?” she groaned.

“Watch your tone, little girl. I have no problem adding some welts to that pretty little bottom if you need me to.”

She was instantly contrite, or at least she tried to be. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“That’s better. For the record, I couldn’t care less how many idiots got to fuck you in the past. I’m the only one that gets to fuck you now and in the future,” he said.

Avery felt his words and the depth of his feelings for her wash over her like a meteor shower in the night sky. “I wouldn’t say all of them were idiots,” she said quietly.

“I would. Any man lucky enough to get a taste of my baby and then let her get away is an idiot. The only reason I want to know when the last time was for you—keep in mind I didn’t ask you about numbers or who it was—was so I’m prepared for just how sore you’re going to be come morning. Because I got news for you, kitten, Daddy isn’t done seeing just how many times he can make you come. Would you like that, little girl?” he asked seductively.

“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed, every one of those erotic little butterflies blooming back into seductive heat between her legs.

She heard Thom push off the bed and only the softest whisper of a footstep before he fisted her hair at the nape of her neck and arched her head back to him.

“Don’t think I’ll be as gentle with you as I was this time. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t overly easy on you this time, but you need to understand you are mine and I am sexually dominant at all times. Until I think you get that, you will only be fucked in submissive positions, and I will fuck whatever hole I like, whenever I like. You won’t give me a blowjob; I’ll fuck your mouth. I expect you to tell me if I hurt you, but sometimes you’ll just have to take it unless you use your safe word.”

“I didn’t know I had a safe word.”

“We talked about that earlier. You always have a safe word. I knew you weren’t going to need it today. The safe word is mustang. You say mustang and everything comes to a screeching halt until I’ve checked in with you and know what’s what. Okay?”

“Mustang. Yes, Sir.” She sighed, endorphins rushing through her veins as Thom nuzzled her just behind her ear. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have used it today.”

“I know you wouldn’t have. You’re my very brave girl, and I am so proud to finally call you mine.”

That she didn’t have another orgasm right there on the spot surprised her, especially when his tongue flicked the lobe of her ear. Then he patted her tender buttocks and she winced, pleasure taking an immediate backseat to the pain.

“You can get used to that too,” he promised. “Come on, let’s go take a shower. Then you can soak in that hot tub while Daddy does some work.”

“Work?” Startled right out of her arousal, Avery dropped her submissive pose and became all business. “What’s happened? Can I help? Is there news about Abdal’s organization?”

“There is, but you’re off duty and your involvement can wait until tomorrow. I’m going to check in with Noah while you’re soaking.”

“Fun is fun, Thom. But you’re not really my daddy and I’m definitely not a child.”

“I’d watch that tone if I were you, little girl. That bottom looks pretty tender, but I can make it hurt a whole lot worse. And I am well aware that you are not a child, but you are my responsibility and rule twelve is that you will take care of yourself and that means relaxing and being off duty when I say.” His voice was quiet, but the absolute determination in it was very evident. It was there in his eyes too, and the loose grip of his big hands as they rested on his hips. He was watching her, waiting for her to either give in or argue.

Smart as she was, it didn’t take a genius to realize which option would end up with her luxuriating in her hot tub and which would end with her kicking and crying face down over his knee again.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said reluctantly. She wasn’t giving in, but she would save this fight for a day when her backside wasn’t already sore and on fire.

Besides if Noah had said it could wait until tomorrow, then it wasn’t just Thom being overly protective. While she wasn’t a wilting flower by any means, her confidence in her abilities to take on both of their badass domlinesses wasn’t as high as it was if she only had to deal with them one at a time. Particularly if there might actually be a good reason for patience.

She hated having to be patient.

Although, if forced to be honest with herself, she had to admit she did kind of like how being the focus of Thom’s overprotectiveness felt.

T hom led her into her bathroom and turned on the multi-headed shower. He sat down on the vanity bench to remove his boots, socks, and jeans. He grinned as Avery raked his body with her gaze. Her nipples were beading up, so obviously she liked what she saw. Caught mid-lick of her lips, she quickly looked away, but it was too late. He’d already seen it, and he couldn’t wait until he finally got to watch his little kitten licking his cream from her lips. The thought was enough to reawaken his cock.

“You know, little girl, it occurs to me that you never really answered my question about…”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she interrupted.

He wondered if she had any idea what hearing her call him Daddy did to him. His cock was definitely perking up now, pulsing deep in the base as it continued to stiffen, something Avery would know if only her gaze were still riveted upon it.

“It’s been a long time,” she finished.

“Define long for me? Given the fact that I just got done fucking you pretty hard and your body is already gearing up for another round, long could be a matter of days,” he teased.

She laughed, not the very feminine giggle he had heard when she was sitting in his lap, but the deep, throaty, seductive chortle he had heard so often in the past. “It’s been close to a year since I’ve had a partner.”

“And without a partner?”

“You can’t spank me for that, we weren’t together…”

Now it was his turn to interrupt. “Who decides when you get spanked?”

She sucked an impatient breath, but she did manage to keep from rolling her eyes at him. She had no idea how good it was for her that she did. “Daddy does.”

“So, if I decide you need to be spanked for it?”

“Then I get spanked.”

“Good girl. But as we weren’t a couple, I won’t spank you for touching Daddy’s property before it actually became Daddy’s property. So, when was the last time you pleasured yourself?”

“Last night when I got home,” she said very meekly.

“How many times did you come?”

“Just once.” Her fingers fidgeted as she reluctantly added, “Each time I… did it.”

“Before you were with Daddy, how often did you masturbate?”

She shifted her gaze to the ceiling, already blushing profusely.

“Answer me. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I just want to know how often you’re used to climaxing.”

“At least every other day, sometimes more often and usually only once or twice.”

He grinned. His kitten truly did have the libido of an alley cat. “Did you ever imagine it was Daddy’s hands that played with your tits or Daddy’s cock that stroked your pussy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He stood, already reaching to fondle her breast as he bent to kiss her. “Because Daddy usually thought about you when he was pleasuring himself. Isn’t it nice to know you don’t ever have to depend on your own fingers while imagining what Daddy might be doing to you anymore?”

That made her smile. “Can I initiate sexual contact?”

“Above the waist if it’s in an appropriate setting; below the waist, you ask.”

“Can Daddy’s little girl hug Daddy and rub herself on his body?”

“She can, but your hands need to be above my waist. If you try rubbing my cock with other parts of your body, you’ll get your bottom spanked. Clear?”

“Killjoy, but yes, Sir.”

“Get your butt in the shower,” Thom laughed, giving her a swat. “Much more of your sass, little girl, and instead of soaking in a nice, relaxing hot tub, I might just decide what you need more is for Daddy to make you very sore.”

“I’m not arguing, but I don’t know that being sore from Daddy’s use is the worst thing that could happen to a little girl.”

“I’ll be sure to remind you that you said that come tomorrow morning when you wake up in that condition.”