Good Girl (21 page)

Hunter slapped first one cheek, then the
other, low down where her butt met the top of her thigh, then higher where it
was more sensitive. She was wearing jeans, so the denim muffled everything and
made it feel more like a massage than anything resembling a spanking.

He got into a rhythm, alternating and
then changing it up, pausing then spanking again. He was getting firmer
gradually, and then would go softer for a few swats. He stopped and rubbed and
squeezed her butt through her jeans, making her moan, it felt so good. The
impacts jarred her from top to bottom, forcing her to tense and relax.

“Hmm…,” she murmured.

He bent down and kissed her, inflamed
and aggressive where she was growing languid and floating.

When he swatted her again, repeatedly
like he was keeping time to a song only they could hear, she didn’t feel it as
much, though she could tell he was doing it harder than when he first started.
Her butt and legs were tingling.

“Take off your jeans,” he told her. “And
your panties.”

Oh, no, now it’s getting serious,
she thought. Maybe this delicious feeling was just the candy-coated topping
that lured you in.

She pulled off her jeans and kicked them
off her legs. He stroked her buttocks, and her skin was alive to every brush of
his fingertips.

“You’re getting nice and rosy,” he told
her.

She looked over her shoulder and saw her
butt checks were red. The rest of her skin was so white. His hand was dark
against her, rubbing her butt.

“You have a beautiful ass. I admired it
the first time I met you, though you were trying to hide your light under that
gray suit.”

She felt tongue-tied, silenced by her
position. Half-dressed while he was fully clothed. He was so clever at putting
her at a disadvantage, making her feel vulnerable.

So why did she feel safe in his arms?

Then he spanked her. His hand on her
bare ass felt completely different. It was sharp, stinging, hard.

“Oh!” she gasped.

He spanked her again, her other butt
cheek, hitting the soft flesh. Alternating from one to the other, picking a
rhythm, then pausing to stroke and squeeze her. She threw caution to the wind
and went with it. She jerked and tightened her fingers on his arm at the
sharper blows, and relaxed and was lulled by the rubbing in between.

She could feel it in her clit, the jolt
and tug of every smack. Spreading warmth through her body, lighting up her
nerves so each blow felt better and better. The rhythm was the best, building
in intensity, then breaking off. Again and again.

She was panting like she was running a
race, and both of them were sheened, like he was running with her. It didn’t
really hurt, though there were flashes of pain when his finger tips went
further to the sides or top of her butt. But it just served to drive her
higher.

It was only the two of them, connected
in a dance as he felt her react, playing with her reactions, seeming by
instinct to know when to push harder and when to ease off. She felt herself
being driven by a master, one who knew her body better than she did, who
trusted her to let go to him.

She heard herself crying out, over and
over. He kept pushing her higher, making her want more. His hand was hitting
both butt cheeks at once, right over her pussy.

She was caught off guard as waves of
contractions ripped through her body, as she came. He held onto her, trying to
keep up the rhythm in spite of her movements.

Suddenly it was too much.

“Oh, stop, please!” she begged, grabbing
for his arm.

He quickly began to rub her bottom,
holding her as she slumped in his arms, the room swirling around them.

Slowly she realized they were breathing
together, and his face was close to hers, his eyes closed as he held her
tightly.

“I think I came,” she murmured.

“Yes, you did.” He kissed her forehead,
and held her as if he didn’t want to let go.

She relaxed, realizing that she could
trust him. He wasn’t going to hurt her.

While she was still flushed and
tingling, he pushed her back on the bed and opened her legs to take her. For a
moment, he leaned over her, his cock jutting towards her. She was spread out
under him, still panting and her pussy wet from his spanking. She no longer
wanted to hide herself. He could see every part of her. And he accepted every
part of her.

As he drove his cock deep into her, she
gave herself up to him again.

Chapter 14

Only moments into their first spanking
scene, Hunter knew he was right. She loved it!

The morning after the spanking, he
caught her looking at the mottled marks on her buttocks in the mirror. He had
gone on for longer than he had intended to, but she had taken to it so well
that he couldn’t stop himself. And then she had climaxed, surprising them both.

It was the breakthrough he had been
waiting for.

But he didn’t want to push her too hard.
After that night, he kept using his hands mostly, and rope. She liked bondage,
and he liked making her squirm. He was learning her body, learning that she
needed a long warm up in order to be able to enjoy the intenser sensations. The
one time he tried a quick hard push, twisting and pulling on her nipples, she
had told him that it ruined her sexy mood. So he went back to slow and steady
at the start, gradually building up from there.

And she was serving him, though she
probably wouldn’t have called it that. Now he could get her to call him Sir
with just an inflection in his tone. She fetched him his coffee and sat by his
feet every morning, even if it was only for a few moments. In the shower, she
always washed his hair and scrubbed his back, and he had plans to teach her how
to shave him.

She even went to the salon that friends
of his used because of their relatively painless Brazilian. He made the
appointment for her, and went with her. She had squirmed the entire time,
hating to expose herself to the technician. But she did it for him.

Hunter was on top of the world! The SunTech
job was nearly done and there had been no serious hitches. Next week the bronze
pieces of the sundial would arrive and the workmen would bolt them into place.
Then his vision would be realized.

By Thursday, the workmen had completed
the flagstones and no more work could be done until the sculpture arrived. So
on Friday, he slipped away to a leather store in the West Village.

He wanted to get a collar for Kali.
There was a big party at his friend’s loft on Saturday that he wanted to take
her to, and he thought it would be fun to collar her for the evening.

The smell of leather hit him as he
opened the glass door of the shop. The cute leatherboy in short black shorts
and bare chest with only a narrow leather harness gave Hunter a smile and a
frankly appraising once-over. Hunter knew he could get a blow-job in the
changing room with a snap of his fingers. This boy didn’t need a lot of wooing
or talking to get it going.

But Hunter liked the pursuit, not the
end game. So as pretty as the guy was, it left him cold.

Come to think of it, he had never told
Kali that he had topped other men and gotten his dick sucked a few times. He
wasn’t exactly bisexual, more pansexual. Hopefully Kali wouldn’t have a problem
with it. It was part of the sexual exploration that he wanted to encourage in
her, opening the doors to see why they were closed. He had found out a lot of
interesting things about himself that way.

“I’m looking for a collar for my
girlfriend,” he told the leatherboy.

The leatherboy took him back to the wall-rack
that held dozens of different collars. Hunter waved him away when he started to
show off the different styles and features. He didn’t need anyone to explain
collars to him.

The first collar he picked off the rack
was made of wide black leather with large silver O-rings. It looked exactly
like the first collar he ever bought for a girl. He had given it to Mandy, a
submissive who he topped for nearly four years while she attended NYU. She had
money, the classic little rich girl who wasn’t smart enough to go to Columbia,
living in the dorms on Washington Square the whole time they dated. He was in
Williamsburg at the time, in a loft on Kent St, right next to a warehouse that
stored barrels of chemicals, with a view of the vacant Domino Sugar factory on the
river.

Those were wild times, and Mandy had
been a wild girl. She had flunked out of college, so self-destructive that he
could barely slow her downward spiral. She liked drugs too much for her own good.
She had run away to Las Vegas and he lost touch with her.

He used to love to lock Mandy in the
collar and snap her wrist cuffs to the O-rings so she had to stand with her
arms folded and hands useless at her neck. She was so rambunctious that he needed
to ride her hard with a curb bit.

Not so with Kali. He put the collar back
on the wall. He couldn’t imagine putting something that crude and functional on
Kali.

He searched through the circles of leather
and silver, gravitating toward the more delicate offerings. Some had studs,
others had small spikes or were plated with silver discs. He remembered buying
Minx her collar—he’d gone to a Pet Smart and picked out a fluorescent green dog
collar. She loved the color, while he liked the fact that it made her look like
a cheap toy.

Kali would look cute in a pink dog
collar, wearing nothing else, kneeling on the floor with her knees apart.

But not for her first collar. None of
these collars would work. He wanted to do more than create a scene. He was
starting to think a collar with Kali meant that he wanted to seal their bond.

Hunter took a taxi up to Chelsea to
Purple Passion. Two long glass cabinets at the front protected jewelry. There
were nipple rings, belly chains, collars and bracelets. He immediately narrowed
in on a silver chainmail ribbon with pale pink crystals threaded through it. A
heart-shaped padlock linked the choker together at the base of the throat. The
padlock was faced with pave diamonds. It sparkled when the girl pulled it out
for him.

He could imagine it sparkling on Kali as
she breathed.

“I’ll take it,” he said.

He couldn’t wait to give it to her.

***

Hunter was hanging out with Kali on
Saturday morning, watching her cook for him, when he got a text from Minx. It
was annoying because now he would have to ruin the nice mood and tell Kali.

“It’s from Minx.” He looked down at his
phone. “She’s asking if she can crash at my place tonight. She’s broken up with
her girlfriend.”

Kali’s lips tightened, but she turned
away to deal with the frying pan without a word.

Hunter texted Minx back:
Sorry, can’t
.
Then he told Kali, “I told her no.”

After a few moments of silence, Kali
asked, “Would you usually let her stay at your place?”

“If you didn’t mind, yes. I’m going to
be here tonight anyway.”

“Does she have a key?”

“No. I’d have to go let her in.”

“Do you think it’s serious?” Kali asked.
“The breakup?”

“Not likely. They’ve been fighting and
making up for four years, maybe more now.”

“So maybe she’s just trying to see you,”
Kali said thoughtfully.

“Maybe.”

Kali didn’t say anything else about it
after that, and Hunter was glad. He wouldn’t put it past Minx to have
manufactured the whole thing in order to see him. And it was nice that Kali
didn’t overreact about it.

He went home to do some things and Kali
also had some errands to run. They had been spending so much time together when
they weren’t working that everything else was going by the wayside. His loft
was a dusty mess without anyone to clean it. Kali had said something yesterday
about them always staying at her place, so he spent a few hours polishing
everything up in case she wanted to come back to his studio over the weekend.

As a precaution, he also leaned some of
his paintings against the wall cabinets along the front. They held the erotic
kinky sculptures he sold through Hunting Art. He didn’t want her to see those
until after the launch. He didn’t like hiding his erotic art business from her,
but he didn’t want to put Kali in a bad position at work. He had barely managed
to distract Selina enough with their constant sparring to keep her from
noticing the rapport he had with Kali.

When he arrived back at Kali’s place, he
was carrying the collar in its box and another gift he had bought for her in
his bag. He didn’t say anything about either of them as they went for a causal
dinner at the vegan diner on Bedford.

“I have some surprises for you,” he said
on the way back to her place.

“You do?” Her expression lit up.

He knew she liked surprises. She had
told him that her dad was good at giving her little gifts or taking her
someplace special. They had a lot of private rituals, as did Kali and her mom.

He wanted to create some rituals with
Kali, too. He was committing himself to her, to making this work for both of
them. The collar was a symbol of his commitment.

But first, there was his other gift. As
soon as they got in the door, he told her, “Take off your clothes.”

“What?” She blinked at him.

“If you don’t get naked, you won’t get
your surprises.”

She made a funny face at that, and
looked around the living room. “Here?”

“Sure, why not?”

Making sure the blinds were pulled down
completely, she reluctantly stripped down to nothing. He loved her like this
the best, when he was pulling her into a scene, feeling her fight his control.

He pulled the black PVC corset dress
from his bag. It was a shiny tube, structured with heavy seams to hold its
shape. There was a long lace that closed the back from top to bottom. In front
there was a zipper.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, hands to her mouth.
“Is that for me?”
“Yes,” he laughed.

“It’s awfully tiny. And short. I’m not
sure you know my size.”

He laughed again. “I know your size
exactly. It will fit like a glove, just wait and see.”

Hunter loosened the laces to spread the
back panels further apart, then unzipped the dress. She held it around herself
as he zipped it up. Then he turned her to tighten the corset laces in the back.
Pulling on the loops at her waist, it tightened the top and bottom at the same
time.

“Ah…,” she murmured as she wiggled and
the dress conformed to her curves. He pulled it tight at her waist. Not as
tight as he would have liked, but enough so that she turned slightly under his
hands.

“That’s to remind you that I’ve bound
you,” he said, as he tied the laces in a square bow knot, letting the loops
drape nicely down to her ass.

Her hands smoothed her own curves. “I
want to see it.”

“Do you have any stilettos?”

She giggled. “It’s like a perverted
Pretty Woman! My mom would die.”

She took him to her closet and he found
only one choice—a pair of silver high heels with a platform toe that had
obviously never been worn. Sitting in the midst of her sensible shoes and pumps,
they looked as out of place as a pair of peacocks.

“Where’d you get these?” He held them
up.

She grimaced. “I bought them in college.
It was a seduction attempt. I wore a little baby doll nightie and matching
g-string.”

“How did it turn out?”

“You know, I don’t even remember the
sex. I just remember the look on his face when I appeared in the door, like he
didn’t know what to do with himself.”

“Don’t worry, Kitty-cat, I know exactly
what to do with you. Lift up,” he ordered, raising her foot. He strapped on the
stilettos, taking his time and stroking her feet. Then she headed towards her
full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. The tight dress made her
take little steps, as did the shoes.

She admired herself with bright eyes.
“Wow, this dress does amazing things for my figure.”

“Your figure does amazing things for
that dress,” he told her.

She was deep in submissive mode now from
his handling of her. She was breathing faster, her bare shoulders and chest flushed.
Her breasts were pushed up perfectly by the tight dress, and her waist nipped
in to emphasize her high, round butt.

“I have something else for you.” He
stood behind her looking at her in the mirror. “Something very important.”

She met his eyes. “What is it?”

He held up his hand, letting the silver
collar hang in front of her. “It’s a collar.”

He unlocked the tiny padlock with the
silver key and draped the choker around her neck. Then he relocked the padlock
and tucked the key into his front pocket, so it could rest over his heart.

“That looks beautiful on you,” he
assured her. “It’s a symbol of our commitment to each other.”

***

A shiver of foreboding went down Kali’s
spine as the lock clicked shut. She watched his hand as he put the key in his
pocket.

I don’t like it
,
was her first thought. Oh, it was very pretty with the silver mesh and just
enough crystal sparkles to catch the eye. As jewelry, she would have loved it.

But he had locked it around her throat.

Her fingers went to it, tugging slightly,
without really thinking about it. She felt a sense of claustrophobia rising in
her. It wasn’t too tight, but it was tight enough and heavy enough that she
felt it.