Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

I have to swallow before I can answer. “Yes, I think so.”

“Good girl,” he says in a praising tone of voice that makes me want to hear it more often. I can hardly believe that letting him spank me is making him happy, but judging by the hard rod I can feel pressing into my hip, it’s definitely working for him.

The next slap is a lot harder, a startled cry leaving my lips a moment before the next one lands. The pain is intense, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. Four more hits leave me gasping for air. But just like before, he caresses his hands over my stinging flesh and gives me a chance to settle down.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks in a neutral tone. I kind of do, but I also want to hear that praising tone of voice again.

“I’m okay,” I say to him even though I’m gasping for air, but then I almost melt as he praises my decision.

The next six are even harder, but strangely don’t hurt as much. He stops again, but this time he doesn’t ask me a question. This time he just waits.

“Perfect,” he says as the next round starts. But I can no longer feel the pain. For some reason I’m moving into the harsh blows, enjoying the sting, embracing the throbbing. My mind seems to be floating outside my body, the tears streaming down my face unimportant as reality fades away.

I have no idea how long I’m gone, but after a while it finally registers that I’m sitting up, curled into Doug’s embrace as he comforts me. My eyes are raw, my makeup surely smeared all over my face, but I can’t deny the pure, simple pleasure of feeling content in this man’s arms.

I notice again the hard length of his cock underneath me and can’t resist the need to adjust my body slightly so that I can feel him more fully.

Strong arms lift me, moving me away from that deliciously hard appendage.

“Welcome back,” he says with a soft laugh. “How’re you feeling?”

It’s a hard question to answer. My ass is throbbing, and if I have to guess I’d say I’m going to remember this part of my “blind date” every time I sit down in the next few days, but I feel like it’s been a positive experience. How strange.

“Stand up,” he says as he helps me to my feet. I’m a bit wobbly so I’m very grateful for the hand he wraps around my waist. I’m sure my face is as red as my ass as he pushes me forward and inspects the damage to my derriere. I moan in pleasure as he runs his hands over the sore spots. I can feel my pussy creaming with my arousal. How the hell does something like a spanking manage to turn us both on?

“Sorry,” I mumble in embarrassment.

“Don’t be,” he says, sliding his hands over my bottom, his fingers grazing close to my pussy but not quite touching. “A spanking is a very pleasurable experience for both of us. It’s only natural that we’d both be aroused by it.”

I try to move so that his fingers touch that place that throbs to be filled. Hell, when was the last time I was this close to a good hard cock? But instead of sliding his fingers inside me like I hope, he slaps my sore ass instead.

“Behave,” he says as he flips my skirt down to cover my ass from his view. “Neither of us is ready to have sex.”

I pout, annoyed by his assumption but actually agreeing with what he said. Hell, this is our first date. For some reason that thought amuses me. This is
so
not my usual behavior. I try to control the inappropriate laughter, but as he’s been doing all night he sees right through me.

He smiles, leans down, and grabs the panties from around my ankles, and then lets me turn around to see him push them into his pocket. “Souvenir,” he explains with a grin, before taking my hand and leading me back to the kitchen. This time he flips my skirt out of the way so that my bare ass and wet pussy will be sitting directly on the cool wood of the strangely shaped seat. I try to protest—staining the furniture was not in my plans for this evening—but he gives me a stern look and lifts me onto the stool.

With its sort of “saddle” shape, the smooth, cold wood actually feels quite nice against my hot skin, but I try to sit in such a way that my wet pussy isn’t quite touching the seat. Doug grins at me like he knows exactly what I’m trying to do, then steps closer, forcing my legs to open as he wedges his hips between my thighs. “Relax,” he orders, grinning wider when he tilts me forward slightly and forces me onto an angle that connects my clit and pussy lips directly to the smooth wood. I moan as I feel my pussy pulse, leaking even more of my arousal onto the polished wood.

Holy fuck.

“Relax,” he says again.

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter as he walks back into the kitchen. I’m shaking with arousal, and he’s telling me to relax while pressing my swollen, needy clit against a type of saddle horn? Is he fucking joking? He comes back in a moment, presses a bottle of cold water into my hand with a look that can’t be interpreted as anything less than “drink,” and then stands back to watch me.

* * * *

Doug was pretty surprised by his own reaction and quite frankly struggling to hide it. He’d known almost from the first word that Alicia was submissive, but that hadn’t prepared him for the emotions she evoked in him. He’d spanked dozens of submissives—some to orgasm, most simply to a cathartic emotional release—but none of them had affected him as deeply as Alicia.

Fuck
. He had to get a grip. He was supposed to be testing the woman, making certain that she wouldn’t be offended by their lifestyle before Lachlan risked losing his best friend by revealing his kinks. Doug wasn’t supposed to be falling for Alicia himself.

When Lachlan had first asked this favor of him, he’d actually thought the man a little cowardly. Why would he even want a woman who wouldn’t accept him for who he was? But having met her, Doug was beginning to understand. The woman appealed to him in ways he wouldn’t have even been able to imagine a day ago. After only one date—and the most intense spanking session he’d ever experienced—Doug didn’t want to think about never seeing her again either.

Chapter Three

“Come for me, little sub,” he says.

I look at him as if he’s lost his mind. Surely he didn’t just say what I thought he said. I’m already rolling the cold water bottle against my heated forehead. Surely it’s just my imagination running wild.

“It won’t take much,” he says with a grin. “Just lean forward and rub that swollen little clit against the wood.”

“W–Why?” I ask breathlessly.

“Because you need it,” he says with a warm smile, “and because I need to watch you.”

Well I can’t really argue with him there. Lord knows I haven’t had an orgasm in a very long time. After my last lousy relationship even my vibrator no longer seemed appealing.

“Do it,” he orders in a voice that’s almost teasing. “I dare you.”

I’ve never been able to resist a dare, and judging by the grin on Doug’s face, Lachlan filled him in on a few too many details about me. And, hell, when it boils down to it I really do need to come. Maybe by using his dare as an excuse I don’t have to admit my surprising need even to myself.

I wriggle experimentally, almost falling from the seat in surprise. Holy hell, I’m beginning to think this chair was made exactly for this purpose.

“Lean forward,” he says. “Put your palms on the bench.”

It brings my clit exactly into the right place and I can’t help but rock as sensation overwhelms me. I’m so turned on by the spanking earlier that I doubt I could stop now even if the entire city fire department knocked down the front door.

Over and over I rub my clit against the chair, moaning as every muscle in my body pulls tighter.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I do as I’m told. Doug has moved to stand in front of me, his gaze holding mine as deep tremors begin to shake through my body. Fuck. I’m usually hiding by now, retreating into my own world, savoring my orgasm as it finally begins. But Doug stays there, somehow a part of my climax even though he’s not touching me.

I start to move faster, gasping as the rocking, rolling movement starts to echo through my entire body. Every limb is starting to shake. Every nerve ending is snapping and sizzling as heat rushes through me. I can’t look away. I can’t see or hear or think or imagine anything other than the man in front of me and the orgasm streaking through me.

Moaning, I drop forward, my elbows giving out, my gaze still glued to his, our link unbroken as the final waves of ecstasy flow over me. My breathing is harsh, gasping, shaky, my limbs heavy, my pussy swollen, my clit achingly sensitive as I finally come down from that amazing peak. Doug smiles at me, takes a step closer, and then presses a soft, approving kiss to my forehead.

Holy fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve never even considered masturbating in front of someone before, but somehow Doug made it seem so natural.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “Rest for a few minutes.” He lifts a hand to my face, urging me to place my head on the bench. Again I do as he orders, grateful for the cool marble under my cheek. He leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a towel.

He seems to hesitate before handing it to me.

“Get cleaned up,” he says quietly. “Then I’ll drive you home.”

I nod even though I don’t really want to go home. I want to race him to his bedroom and ride his hard cock all night long. Fuck, considering how little we know each other, I’m actually very grateful for his levelheaded attitude.

* * * *

Lachlan sighed as he finally switched off the television. He’d been hoping that Doug would call him tonight. The “date” seemed to have gone pretty well, and Alicia apparently hadn’t minded that Doug was a rather dominating personality. The fact that she left the restaurant with him certainly suggested she responded well to the man. Doug had far more experience when it came to training submissives, so Lachlan felt confident that he’d be able to assess whether Alicia would accept his lifestyle.

Hell. He was prepared to give it up if she didn’t, but he at least wanted to know he’d explored the options before throwing away his own chance to be really happy. He wanted Alicia regardless, but it would be much easier if she accepted his dominant tendencies.

He wandered into the bathroom still annoyed at himself for not being able to tell what Alicia liked. He was able to identify other submissives—both trained and untrained—in the wider population, but when it came to his best friend he was totally blind. Doug had suggested that, because they’d grown up together, Lachlan was simply too close to her to be able to tell. That was how they’d come up with this crazy “double date” idea in the first place.

But as he thought back over dinner he couldn’t help but chuckle at Alicia’s choice of date for him. She knew him well enough to know Lisa’s personality would hit every wrong note where he was concerned. It actually pleased him to think Alicia was possessive enough of him not to want to set him up with one of her friends.

Although he doubted Lisa was actually one of her friends. If she was, he and Alicia were going to have a long talk about her choice of friends.

But at least the whole night had given him hope for the future.

Chapter Four

I keep glancing at the clock and wondering why time is going so slow. I’m plowing through an extraordinary amount of work today and keep wondering how I’m able to do it. Even the Masterson account that I’ve been avoiding because of its insanely complex individual tax ruling seems to make sense today. A part of me suspects that I only think I understand it because I’m in such a good mood.

My chair moves slightly as I turn to reach for a file folder, and the delicious pain in my rump reminds me all over again of everything I experienced last night. Never in my life had I considered a harsh spanking followed by masturbation in front of an amazingly appealing man would be a recipe for a good night’s sleep. But here I am. Living, breathing, working-my-ass-off proof.

The phone ringing actually startles me. I get phone calls all the time, but my mind had wandered so far away from reality it’s a shock to realize I’m still sitting in my office.