Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (11 page)

He was more than willing to comply.  Those perfect globes – quite generous on her small frame but not grotesquely so, he had already determined – felt pleasing in his hand, and he delighted in each soft sigh that escaped her lips as he fondled them.

It didn’t take long before he could no longer control the urge to let his hand wander down her flat tummy to the juncture of her thighs.  She was lying on her side, stretched out on the couch with her head on his chest, and he tapped them, which encouraged her to turn onto her back to give him easier access to more interesting things.

For a long while, he simply cupped her, trying to watch the movie as he did so, but failing miserably.  All he could feel was the heat of her filling his hand, and he desperately wanted to delve between those moist, hot folds.

He held off until she lifted those slender hips, offering herself to him, trying to convince him to explore more of her, without having to ask.

She couldn’t have begun to recount the going-on in the stupid movie, either.  She’d been too preoccupied the entire time by his teasing touch, although she’d done her best not to let him see that.  Finally, though, her body overruled her mind and made that bold move, pressing herself up against his hand in blatant invitation.  Sunny thought she’d burst long before she felt his finger carefully parting her lips right above her cleft, delving into it just barely, just enough to set those nerves jangling, then sliding carefully up to her clit, where it settled and didn’t move for an unbearably long time.

Ignoring his finger there was a complete impossibility.  She could think of absolutely nothing else – not even work.  Nothing could rival her heightened sense of anticipation.  When would that finger finally move?  Her whole world – her sanity at the very least – depended on it!  She could feel that tiny mountain growing and swelling beneath; couldn’t he?  Didn’t he know?

Sunny stole a surreptitious look at him and had her answer.  Of course he knew.  He just wanted to torture her.  Having forbidden her to come without his permission, he was just teasing her.  She did her best to force her mind away from what he was doing – or rather, wasn’t doing – between her legs and tried to concentrate on the movie.

It was hopeless.  Not only were they too far in, but she was too entirely disinterested by now, also.  Her clit – swollen to she didn’t know how many times its normal size – vibrated and trembled beneath the broad pad of his finger.

Eventually, after an excruciatingly long wait, he crooked it a bit, sending thousands of sparks throughout her body, setting every molecule on edge.

He continued his maddening routine throughout the rest of the movie, and into another that he had chosen at random, just because he fancied continuing to touch her just as he had been.  He adored the feel and sight of her beneath his arm, which was stretched out down her body, his big fingers disappearing into her privates, almost but not-quite casually, knowing from her rapid breathing that she was living and dying by the tiny movements of just his fingertip, and gaining nearly as much satisfaction from that thought as he did from the orgasms he’d had while they were together.

Chapter VIII

When the film was finished, he arose, telling her not to move, and handing her the television remote.  He disappeared outside for a while, she noticed, and for a moment she entertained the notion that he was going to want to chase her around in the darkness.  Then he came in and went up to his bedroom for a while.  When he returned, he took the remote from her and turned everything off, extending his hand to her imperiously.

She placed her hand in his and let him help her up, following where he led, which was back out to the deck.

Damn, he really was going to make her run around in the dark! She thought.

But then he brought her over to a corner of the deck she hadn’t explored, and flipped a switch, revealing a beautiful, already bubbling hot tub that was surrounded by flowers and bushes that nearly hid it from sight, but were strategically placed to allow those sitting in the tub to see the lighted gardens, too.

“After you, my lady,” he said, bowing formally at the waist and helping her into the tub.

Sunny thought she had never felt anything so wonderful in all her life!  Her muscles were aching a bit from all of their . . . activities, not to mention this afternoon’s literal pursuits.  She sank into the water with an unrepentant sigh, dropping to the tub’s lowest level to immerse herself up to between her upper lip and her nose.

When he joined her, the water level rose to the point that her position was no longer viable, so she joined him on one of the side-by-side underwater loungers.  The tub churned, soothing her aches.  Soft, instrumental music played in the background, and he had even lit a sea of candles, so that when he reached behind him to flip another switch, he turned out all the lights but them and they were bathed in candlelight as they gazed up at the stars.

“My word!” Sunny exclaimed.  “How’d you get so many stars in this part of the world?”

He laughed, and said, “There’s just less light pollution out here in the sticks, so you can see them better.”

“It’s amazing!  I’d forgotten what the real sky looks like in the night, having lived so long in the city.  I remember night skies like this from when I was a kid in West Virginia.”

“Ah, I bet it was beautiful there.”

She went quiet and he could feel her close up, and that was the last thing he wanted.  Apparently her childhood wasn’t a safe subject.  He was surprised he hadn’t realized that before.  “It probably was for some people.”

“Well, they’re all ours tonight.”

After a long while of touching and kissing and avid stargazing, during which she saw her first shooting star, Rod reached behind himself again and produced a natural sponge as well as some wonderfully-perfumed soap, which she recognized as being an outrageously expensive brand.  She knew what she was looking at, because she collected scented soaps that caught her eye – or, more accurately, her nose.

She hadn’t been bathed by anyone else since . . .  since she couldn’t remember.  Certainly never in her adult lifetime, and sometimes it seemed that that was all she had.  He had pegged it right.  Her childhood wasn’t worth remembering.  She’d spent her life working to get over it, and had succeeded.

Others, she knew, though, weren’t nearly as lucky.

Before she began to perseverate about that which she could not hope to change, he told her to lie back and relax, and began to drag that sponge over every inch of her in slow, deliberate circles, not missing even the tiniest bit of skin – not her arm pits, not the backs of her knees, and definitely not her most sensitive spots.

Concentrating on him and what he was doing to her body completely quelled her incipient depression.  It was impossible to dwell on bad things when someone was washing you like a baby, and massaging you like a professional.  He even washed her hair with a shampoo she’d never even heard of before that smelled strongly of lilacs, which was one of her favorite scents.  She had tons of candles and car jars and reed diffusers of that flavor all around her apartment.

Naturally, his hands gravitated towards her inner thighs, and up, settling right back to where they had been while they were on the couch, and she was even less able to keep her guard up against feeling every sensation he conjured within her.  She was in grave danger of coming if he kept that up, although she had a feeling tht her bottom wouldn’t survive blatantly disobeying him like that.

Luckily, he seemed to sense how close she was and arose, lifting her out of the tub to stand next to him, huddled close in the chill night air, and let him dry her off as if she were a treasured child, drying every little bit of her – and some places twice – then patiently rubbing her hair almost dry.  He took her hand and brought her back into the house, then lifted her into his arms and upstairs to his bedroom, which he had also decorated with candles and flowers snatched from some of the centerpieces and decorations she’d seen around the house.  The bed was stripped down to the fitted sheet; the covers lumped into a corner of the room, out of the way.

She didn’t have time to wonder what that was for, because when he set her down, her feet sunk into the carpeting at least a good half an inch as he kissed her passionately, holding her tight and bending her back over his arm in his eagerness.  She returned his kisses with pure abandon, glad that he hadn’t ordered her to put her hands somewhere else, and indulging an aching need to touch him.   That had been largely thwarted the entire time they’d been together – which was hard to think was going to be less than two days, and was going to come to an end in a few short hours.

She slid her fingers into the short hair at the back of his head, using them to hold his mouth to hers as much as she dared, then trailing greedily down over his shoulders to the feel the fine chest hair that was barely visible against his tanned skin, crunching it beneath her finger tips, seeking and finding his small, pebble-hard nipples.

His hands shot out to gather her wrists at the small of her back.  “I want to touch you!” she wailed with such emphatic gusto that he laughed.

He cupped her face in his hands.  “I know you do, and I want you to, believe me, but I have something planned for tonight and if I let you do that I’ll be asleep in fifteen minutes because I won’t be able to resist fucking you, and you wear me out.”

How could she argue with an explanation like that?

He took a step back, away from her, and said, “Bend over.”

He was surprised he hadn’t resorted to the more usual, “Assume the position.”  She did as she was told without hesitation, without argument.  If there was one thing this weekend had taught her, it was that he meant to be obeyed at all costs. 

Every time she did this, she thought she was getting over the sheer humiliation of the position, bare bottom facing him, fingers touching the carpeting between legs she was required to spread to an obscene degree, and every time she did it, she blushed as fire-engine red as she had the first time.

This was a bit different, because he got down behind her on one knee and looked at her, scrutinizing her, even going so far as to reach between her thighs and pull her lips open, exposing – and embarrassing – her completely.

She was further mortified that she couldn’t suppress a slight whimper as he did this, thus letting him know how it affected her.

“Oh, come now, Sunny.  You’ve had to do this from the start.  Surely it’s gotten easier for you,” he said, emphasizing his point by patting her right directly on the spot he had just been examining so minutely.

Then, instead of letting her up as he’d done usually, he began, instead, to swat her bottom – a bottom that was softened by all that time in the tub, and was, despite his efforts, must still have retained a certain amount of moisture, because that was the only thing that would account for just how much worse each spank was than ever before.  She’d seen warnings on blogs and websites that being punished on a wet behind was order of magnitude worse than on dry flesh.

Rod, of course, wouldn’t consider that – or he might, and then just ignore it.  Regardless, his hand rose and fell with clockwork regularity, until a pool of tears stained the carpet beneath her face.

He pulled her open again, saying nothing, just staring at her while she waited for him to release her from this unbearable position.  He wasn’t spanking any longer, but he might as well have been, with the after-effects of her scorched behind – the aching, throbbing burn, as if a thousand tiny fires had been lit on each inch of skin he’d turned to an uncomfortable looking – and feeling – crimson.

Having apparently achieved what he wanted, he helped her up, bringing her to the bed and telling her to stretch out on it.  When he joined her, he rolled her towards him and kissed her again, even more deeply than before, his hands roaming at will, reaching down to cup her sizzling buttocks and lift her towards him – although he didn’t really have to do much of that, because she was desperate to get away from the way his groping hands squeezed her ravaged flesh – or wandering lazily further up to claim a breast and its hardened prize, occasionally dipping his head down to suckle strongly, drawing it into his mouth while continuing to flick the very tip of it.  He held her top arm to her side so that she couldn’t interfere, and all she could do – besides the mewling that seemed to be constant and consistent whenever he touched her even after such a thorough punishment – was pant and writhe in a very stifled manner within his restrictive hold.

Sunny was appalled at how quickly he could turn her from the keening mass of misery and pain that she had been a few minutes ago to the slut she was now, who would do anything to get him to please her, but her body apparently recognized him as her master and responded to him as such, with or without the consent of her consciousness, or her conscience.

Eventually, when he had her very near a fever pitch, he turned her onto her back and gave the other breast the very same treatment, while fondling its mate so that it didn’t feel abandoned.

Sunny swore she was a mere sigh away from coming.  She had to fight herself, not to just let go and explode all over him, come what may.

She didn’t.  She couldn’t.  Her backside – even now – was throbbing and burning from his handiwork, but it didn’t provide anywhere near the distraction she needed, especially when he left her breast and began a lovingly sloppy, wet trail down the center of her stomach, licking her at some points and suckling at others, until he ended up where he intended to spend one entire weekend some time:  between those lovely legs of hers.

Just the thought of his mouth on her nearly had her fainting, and he wasn’t even touching her right now as he adjusted himself and made himself comfortable for what he intended to be a very long stay.  Then, that would depend on her.

“Sunny,” he whispered, his lips millimeters from hers, so close she could feel his warm, moist breath on her bare flesh.