Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4 (7 page)

“Yes, Rich,” she whispered, visibly trembling. A cane? She
found herself longing for her father’s strap.

Rich pointed to the belt that he had around the waist of his
jeans. It was wide and heavy, with beveled edges and simple stitching, Sam
gulped tearfully. “This will be also be used tonight. Trust me, you won’t
forget it.”

“Rich, I’m really sorry. Please don’t…” Her fear and tears
were real now. This side of him was terrifying. He was in full dominant mode. He
made Scott look like an amateur!

“Take down your shorts and put yourself across my lap. If I
have to repeat myself or come after you, I will start with this belt,” he
commanded. Shaking, she obeyed. He tsked, observing the tiny polka dot bikini
panties she wore. “Didn’t I tell you to start wearing thongs? Very well, your
choice,” Rich announced, pulling the garments away from her bottom and sliding
them well past her knees.

He patted her shapely cheeks, completely aware of how they
quivered in fear. “These beautiful, perfect little things are going to know
once and for all that I’m in love with them and that they are never to be put
in a position of danger again,” he said raising his hand high before sending it
hard against her flesh.

Sam shrieked in pain. “Oh my god! That hurts!”

“Yes, it does. And stop kicking,” Rich said grimly,
continuing his assault on her bottom while lecturing her about the dangers of
driving under the influence, stealing and defiant behavior. She was sobbing
within minutes, pinned down and unable to squirm or wiggle. She certainly made
every attempt, but was held securely in Rich’s iron grip. Slap after slap, Rich
did not stop the flurry of swats upon her jiggling flesh until his hand started
to sting, a good 300 or more smacks later. By then, Sam laid limply across his
lap, her backside burning with pain. She tried to swirl, but couldn’t
concentrate. It hurt way too much.

“We are far from done, my love. Lay across those pillows,”
Rich ordered, tossing two pillows on the bed. Still crying, Sam crawled over
the fluffy mound in obedience, burying her face in her arms. She tried
desperately to convince herself that this pain was worth the effort to expose
the prostitution ring. She was not successful, feeling only sorrow for herself
and her predicament.

The sound of the belt being unbuckled and pulled from his
pant loops turned Sam’s stomach. She held her breath as he carefully folded it
in half in his hand, and held the buckle securely in his palm. This instrument
brought a new, sharper and otherwise inconceivable source of agony to her
backside. She screamed into the mattress, kicking her feet and lifting her
heels to block him. He smacked the back of her bare legs four times with his
broad hand.

“I told you no kicking, Samantha. Mind me. Put those legs
down, now,” he reminded her calmly, resuming his position over her with his
belt. She lost count of how many strokes she received, her bottom finally
growing numb from the searing lashes. They never seemed to end, and she felt as
though her backend had been reduced to mush. She was soaked with sweat by time
he finished, sobbing helplessly into her duvet.

Rich slowly returned his belt to its proper place around his
trim waist and buckled it. “To your feet, Samantha. Quickly. Do you think that
you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, sir,” Sam sobbed, using her hands to cover her face.

He pulled them away. “Look at me,” he ordered gently. It was
a difficult move to make; her shame was so deep that she did not want to face
him. Reluctantly, she obeyed. His eyes were warm again and filled with love for
her. “I love you. So much that I will do that again if it means ensuring your
safety. My world would crumble if anything ever happened to you, Sam. Come to
me, baby. Let me hold you.”

She fell into his arms, weeping uncontrollably. He felt
himself stirring under her embrace. No! Now was not the time! His head started
to swim as he struggled against his own desires and needs. “Are you swirling
me, little girl?” he barked, pushing her away.

She shook her head vehemently, tears still pouring down her
face. “No! I swear! I can’t concentrate to do that. Honest, Rich. Please
believe me.”

“Then what… what the hell…” He grabbed his temple, closing
his eyes. It was too powerful. The need to make love to her was too strong to
resist for much longer. “I’m sorry, I need to get out of here for a minute.”

“Are you still mad at me? Did I do something else wrong?” She
sniffed. She was accustomed to being cuddled after being punished, for as long
as she needed. Stopping so soon was too abrupt for her, and insecurities
flooded within her mind.

“No, these swirls are forcing me to want to make love to you
and I need to stop them.”

“I see. Then you better leave. I certainly wouldn’t want you
do something you didn’t want to do. Especially with me.” She sounded sad,
rejected.

Rich looked at her apologetically, “Honey, this is not the
time. Please, try to understand. You need to trust me. I’ll be back soon.”

He raced downstairs and plunged his head under the kitchen
faucet. Even this far away, the urge was too great. He tried to meditate it
away, but still felt the pull. Damn it, he needed her. He looked at the clock;
it was seven in the evening. The breeze from the ocean was warm and soothing,
whistling gently through the open deck doors. He went on to the deck, watching
the late sunset. Decision made, Rich ventured upstairs.

Sam was lying face down on her bed, sleeping off her session
with him. She was beautiful, her body bathed in the orange rays of the summer
sunset, looking like a golden goddess with fiery red hair. She hadn’t bothered
to replace her panties, and her red backside peaked enticingly out from under a
long tee shirt. Rich gently climbed onto the bed next to her and began to
stroke the back of her thighs and tiny round bottom. She opened her eyes and
looked at him with sadness.

“I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you. You need to accept
that I mean business,” he said, his fingers tracing the soft skin along her
long legs. He mused about the length of them despite her short stature. A
supermodel body compacted into a 5’2” frame. He was one lucky man to have found
her. She needed to know how much he appreciated her inviting him into her life.

She sniffed, nodding. “It was my fault. I was stupid.”

“Are you up to coming downstairs with me? We could walk on
the beach.”

“I’m grounded, remember?”

“I’m lifting it since Mike isn’t here. You paid the price. Besides,
I want to be near you without the temptation. Are you hungry?”

“Not really. Let me put on some clothes,” Sam said, carefully
standing. Without hesitating, she stripped off the shirt and walked naked to
her closet. She pulled a sundress off a hanger and slipped it over her head. Rich
did not turn away, allowing himself the pleasure of watching her every move. She
was graceful, despite the pain, and moved much like her brother with deadly
catlike motion. Rich held out his hand which she took timidly, still uncertain
of how to handle herself following her very first punishment session with him. She
was silent as he led her down to the beach and they walked barefoot in the
surf, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the sand and an
occasional cry of an evening gull. By the time they returned to the private
inlet, nightfall had set in, along with the rushing high tide that would hinder
the likelihood of any interested observers.

Rich turned to Sam, speaking aloud for the first time in an
hour. “I want to make love to you. You know that. I just can’t in good
conscience. I love you too much. Please don’t feel that I’m rejecting you when
I say no.”

“I feel like there is something wrong about me that you don’t
want. Like I’m not good enough for you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. And there is nothing about
you that is wrong in any way, shape or form. I just don’t want you to think
that when I am forced to have to punish you, that I will also reward you. That’s
not me.”

“I need to be held, though. You know that is the only way I
really know I’ve been forgiven. Otherwise, I just feel dismissed and thrown
aside,” she said, eyes sad as she looked down to face the dock’s wooden deck.

Rich wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing her gently.
“You are forgiven, sweet love. I didn’t hold you because I would have taken you
without thinking. I can’t do that to you. The swirling was too much. Do you
think it was subconscious?”

“I honestly didn’t do it on purpose. I promised not to. I do
try to keep my promises.”

“As do I. I do, however, want to touch you. To taste you. To
let you know a little of what to anticipate when the time is right.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” his fingers grazed down her neck and over her left
breast, “I do. Will you allow me?”

“Of course. I could never say no to you, Rich. You are my
weakness,” Sam said huskily.

“And you, my love, are mine.” He held her face with both
hands, his thumbs tracing her cheeks to her lips. He kissed her fully, diving
into her mouth with a sweet, hungry passion that left Sam’s legs weak beneath
her. His hand then slowly stroked down the length of her body, feeling every
curve under his fingers as Sam wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth wide
against his, probing him with her tongue. His mind began to swirl again, filled
with vivid colors and dizzy sensation. It has to be her natural pheromone
response, he thought. I need to just keep my head. Keep... In... Control...

Slowly, he skimmed her dress over her head, leaving her
standing naked before him on the edge of the dock. The beauty of her body was
framed by a background of rolling waves and a diamond speckled sky. She was
breathtaking, firm, muscular yet soft and curved in the right places. Her skin
glowed, beckoning his lips to taste it. His fingers shook as he traced her
breasts, as she stood before him, unashamed.

“You are so beautiful. So perfect,” Rich said, bringing his
mouth to her right nipple. Sam groaned as it closed around her, his tongue
tracing her areola then sucking on the pert, taunt pink bud. She felt aching
between her legs, a sensation that required relief. Knowing that she stood
naked on the open dock, visible to anyone who dared the high tide and the
cliffs, made her shiver with excitement.

Rich laid her down on the deck on top of her sundress, and
stroked her stomach as he paid tribute to her left nipple. She squirmed under
his touch, and tried to move her hand down to touch him. She wanted to stroke
his body in return, to feel his warm, soft skin beneath her hands.

“No, no. You stay where you are and enjoy this. This is about
you. Don’t make me tie you up. I will, you know.”

“I think I’d like that,” Sam whispered, her hands kneading
his shoulders as she nibbled on his neck. Rich smiled, reaching down to
unbuckle his belt. Her eyes widened in fear. “Noooo. Please, no more. I’ll be
good. I swear!”

“Shh, I’m not taking this off to punish you. Easy now, honey.
I’m just obliging your request. Relax, baby,” he said comfortingly. He wrapped
her wrists together in the belt then anchored it securely to the docking post. With
her arms restrained firmly over her head, Sam felt completely helpless as he
returned to worshipping her breasts with his mouth and hands. She moaned
loudly, caught between the wondrous sensation of his suckling lips and the
sense of being completely vulnerable and seduced. It was amazing.

His gentle hands and eager lips traced down the curves of her
body, pausing briefly to blow warm, moist air over her groin before traveling
down the length of her legs. He returned to her lower abdomen and bikini line,
his tongue and lips teasing her.

“This is torture,” she groaned, twisting her hips in an
effort to find some relief.

Rich smiled, acknowledging her discomfort. “Now you know how
I feel when you swirl me. How about this? How does this make you feel?” He
gently bent her knees and tenderly parted her thighs, his mouth nibbling and
licking her inner thighs and the backs of her knees. Sam felt her juices flow,
begging to be tasted. At that moment, her world was comprised of only one
thing, the need to feel the touch of his fingers, his hot mouth, everything he
had to give her. She wanted it everywhere. She begged, pleaded, bargained.

Rich was unable to refuse himself the joy of knowing her. “Now,
my prize for being so patient,” he whispered, touching her wetness with his
tongue. She was so sweet, like vanilla and honey. Her unexpected flavor both
surprised and delighted him. He could never get enough of this ambrosia. He
buried his face, inhaling deeply. How unusual, and how delicious! Sugar
cookies. The woman smelled like sugar cookies!

Sam bucked as his lips and teeth nibbled her clit, his tongue
penetrating her deeply. Gently, he inserted one finger, then two into her,
feeling her muscles grab and try to pull him in.

“More, Rich. Please,” her entreaties continued as she
beseeched him to boldness. His inserted a long third finger into her wanting
body, sucking and nibbling as he stroked his fingers in and out. She was close
to reaching her relief. He could see her muscles tighten and start to spasm as
she squirmed to bring herself over the precipice. Rich smiled, trying to delay
her orgasm as long as possible. He wanted this first real explosion of the
senses to be forever seared into her memory. His experienced fingers touched
her g-spot while pressing upon her clit and moved gently in a firm circle. Within
seconds, Sam released herself to him, her cry joining the breaking of the waves
as she erupted in an explosive climax that stole her very breath away. Her body
spasmed around his hand, her back arching against the restraints as it demanded
deeper penetration. Her whimpers echoed through the inlet as she continued to
shudder in the aftermath. It was not until she finally sunk back down in
exhaustion that he returned to her mouth and kissed her soundly.