Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (4 page)

It was that impressive cock that had the majority of her attention, and she threw herself into trying to bring him off, wanting to impress him, cupping his sack as she rode her mouth up and down that length.

Long seconds later, though, before he moved her bodily away from him, detaching himself – however reluctantly – from her very talented lips before he lost all control – he took her by the upper arm to guide her only a few steps to the gaming table they had played at all night, then lifted her bodily onto the edge of it.

Sunny sat there, wallowing in the shame of knowing she was leaving a big, wet stain on the pristine table top, so much so that she apparently missed him telling her to lie back.

When his hand cracked against her breast, she gave him such a look of stark surprise that Rod almost laughed, as if that was something she’d never considered he do, but then he continued to swat them, hard enough to leave red angry fingerprints on her creamy flesh, until she realized what he’d told her to do and lay back, feeling the felt against her skin in an entirely different way from mere minutes ago.

Practically mindless with his need for her, Rod reached out and hauled her even closer to the edge of the table than she already was, then completely forsook the niceties and rammed into her, taking her in one tremendous stroke, forcing her legs apart as he lay half on top of her, thrusting rapidly and heavily in a manner he hadn’t since high school, his mind reduced to simply the need to possess, to claim.

To come, which he did in an embarrassingly short time.

A less confident man might have been concerned – even somewhat apologetic - about how little time it took him to get his rocks off , but as far as he was concerned, she should consider it a compliment.  He hadn’t lost control of himself like that in decades, but she’d stripped away the thin veneer of civilization he’d carefully erected around himself – as he’d known she would – leaving him the very bare essence of himself.

At his core he wanted nothing more than to fuck her, as constantly and completely as was humanly possible.

Chapter III

Sunny was astonished – and not a little disappointed - that it was all over that quickly.  She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself once he was through, so she stayed uncharacteristically quiet, waiting for him to decide.

She realized with a start that this was a surprisingly pleasant idea.  She wasn’t the one who had to make all the decisions for the rest of the weekend. That was a rare position to find herself in.  Normally, she had her fingers in a dozen pies and was making rapid fire decisions all day long – even in her personal life, where, granted, her business tended to bleed over.  But now, he was the captain of this ship; she decided that she was going to lie back and enjoy not having any responsibility.  She felt freer than she had in a very long time, and the relief she felt having made that decision brought a big grin to her face.

Rod, who had only jackknifed himself away from her seconds before to stand at the end of the table, looking down at her without a trace of the embarrassment, asked, “What’s that smile about?” with not a small amount of suspicion in his tone.

He extended his hand to her imperiously and helped her sit up, glad to see that she hadn’t immediately broken position to try to stand once he had.  Perhaps she
was
going to be trainable, after all.

It didn’t even occur to her to try to be coy with him or try to play off the exact reason for her happy face.  That wasn’t her style at all, submissive or not.  “I was just thinking that – since I’m not the dominant one for a change – that I don’t have any responsibilities.  I don’t have to make any decisions at all.”

Her unfettered delight in that discovery had him smiling, too.  “Well, you
do
have a responsibility as my submissive to keep me happy.”  He pressed tiny, soft kissed all over her face as he spoke, then nuzzled her ear to say deeply, “Because if I’m not happy, believe me, you’re not going to be, either.  And you’re right – you don’t make decisions for the next day or so.”  He tipped her chin up so that their eyes met.  “Think you can handle that?”

“Sounds like paradise to me,” she sighed, resting a hand lightly on his chest.

Rod laced his fingers with hers and used his hold to bring her arm around behind her back, not painfully so, but firmly, leaving no doubt that he didn’t intend to give it back any time soon - leveraging it to bring her against him.  His other palm cupped the back of her head, controlling her subtly but no less surely as his lips captured hers in a kiss that began with a surprisingly sweet element, backstopped by pure, unadulterated heat.

Sunny was amazed to realize that this was their first kiss – pecks on the cheek in greeting not withstanding.  He was a marvelous kisser, not too wet, not too dry, with just the slightest bit more pressure than she preferred, but then, this was an inherently dominant man who – however temporarily – had jurisdiction over her.

That felt damn good – both the kiss and the mental acknowledgement of her loss of control over this situation - better than she wanted it to by far.  She could get used to this very easily, and had to tamp down her sense of alarm at that thought.  There was no cause for concern. It was going to be a wild weekend of – relatively – harmless sexploration.  Where was the bad?

His kisses didn’t remain soft and sweet, though.  They very quickly became exacting, then outright conquering if she was too slow to respond for his tastes.  Sunny found her mouth twisted open beneath his, that eager tongue of his plundering inside, both strong arms wrapping around her as he held her captive against him, giving her no choice but to respond to him instinctively, to meet his fiercely masculine demands with her own feminine promise.

She didn’t try to soften his approach at all, but rather matched his fire with her own, and they found themselves nearly devoured in the searing heat of their mutual lust.

Although he was no longer a teenager, Rod found his body reacting as if he was still sixteen or so, and it was as if he hadn’t just burst uncontrollably within her.  He was as rock hard as he had been when he’d first lifted her onto the table - hell, as hard as he
always
was around her.

But the urgency
had
diminished – some – and he intended that this next time would have a much longer, much slower buildup.

Despite the ferocious thing that the kiss became, he ended it the way it had begun, sweetly, nibbling at her lips rather than thrusting between them.  So much so that, when he took a step back from her, Sunny very nearly fell into an ungraceful heap at his feet.

And that was the most embarrassing point – up to then – as far as she was concerned.  He had breached her defenses as surely as no man ever had – partially because he’d seen through her, acknowledging and encouraging a submissive side that her previous lovers would have sworn she didn’t posses, but also because of that last kiss and its distinct changes of tone.  She would have loved for it to have gone on forever and hadn’t counted on his moving away that quickly.

Her bright red blush was almost forgotten when he leaned down and lifted her into his arms, ascending the stairs as if there was no extra weight in his arms at all, not letting her feet touch the floor until they were in his bedroom.  She’d been there only one other time, the first time she’d come to his place when he’d given her the nickel tour.  What had stuck in her mind about it was the size of his bed, which was much larger even than a California king, and now that she was back again, that ginormous bed was what her eyes fixated upon.

At least until he reached out a finger and turned her head back to him for another, less urgent but still incredibly passionate kiss that left Sunny wanting to do nothing more than run both of her palms over his chest muscles, but she couldn’t.  He had caught her wrists in one of his hands at the small of her back, and all she could do to show him just how hot he got her was to plaster her body against his.  She wanted desperately to rub her crotch against his strong thigh, but that, too, was denied her.

“You were wonderful downstairs, you know,” he said, kissing her slowly, deeply.

Very few compliments had ever pleased her so much.  She was practically giddy from it, and no one who knew her would ever, ever have used that word to describe her.  “Really?”

He could tell by her tone that she was pleasantly surprised and still, endearingly, very unsure of her role.  Uncertainty, he knew, was something that was almost alien to her.  He knew that because, in many ways, she was just like him.   “Mmmm-hmmmm.  I don’t usually have such a hair trigger, but the sight of you, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth . . .” He had to stop talking and thinking about it, or he was going to end up taking her again, without even bothering to make it to the bed.

Sunny felt the big man shiver as her clit swelled to heady prominence - and that shiver was at least as much of a compliment as what he’d just said - maybe even more so, for the fact that it was unconscious.  It was his own body’s primitive reaction to her, and he hadn’t even remotely tried to suppress it.

“Not as easy as you thought, is it?”  Rod asked insightfully.  He still held her hands snugly at the small of her back as he ran his free hand possessively over the parts of her that were available to him as she was crushed up against him – her neck, her shoulders, the delicate, sensitive sides of her breasts.

Sunny couldn’t possibly meet his eyes and talk about this.  It was too . . . too raw . . . to embarrassing, especially because of how hot it made her when he took command of her.

“No,” she answered truthfully to his chest.  “It’s not.”

“Good.”

“Hey!” she protested, frowning up at him, playfully swatting his shoulder.  “That’s not right!  You’re supposed to be sympathetic!”

“Oh, I don’t think so at all.  Like you said a few minutes ago, I’m the one with all the responsibility.  All you have to do is obey me.”

“Yeah, that’s the tough part.  I’m used to being the one that calls the shots.”

“I know.  That’s exactly why I wanted the challenge of taking you in hand.”  He chuckled.  “If you’re not struggling to obey me, then I’m not doing my job very well.”

Sunny’s jaw dropped open at that statement, until he continued, “And we haven’t even begun yet, really.”

He released her wrists, then, but before she could react he caught her hand and led her, of all places, into the bathroom.

“What am I doing here?” Sunny asked, completely confused, and not a little apprehensive, especially when he opened the linen closet door to reveal a big red rubber bag.   He squirted something liquid into the bag, then handed it to her, closing the door behind him with his foot.  “Fill it, to the top, with warm – not hot, not cold - water. If you’re going to lean towards any temp, I’d suggest warm. I’m feeling generous tonight.  When you’re done, hang it from the hook here  -” he pointed to a sturdy looking plastic hook that was innocuous-enough looking – “and call me.”

An enema?  He was going to give her an enema?  Sunny was about three seconds from telling Rod exactly where he could shove it – and she couldn’t suppress a small grin at the complete irony of that thought - when she realized that that was probably exactly what he expected her to do, and that if she yielded to her impulse and quit on him, he’d never let her hear the end of it.  Not that that was really any reason to stay and subject herself to having control of something so basic . . . and humiliating . . . and private taken away from her.

Yet there was that ever-present little voice in the back of her head that reminded her that this idea wasn’t exactly new to her, that it was something she’d read about online and that had definitely fantasized about, safe and distinctly alone in her own luxurious bedroom, without ever confronting the reality of it at all.

“Why don’t I hear the sound of water running?” he asked from the bedroom, his low, rumbly voice dragging itself across her clit as if he had every right to such familiarity, balanced as it was in that tenuous area between query and reproach.

Almost absently, Sunny turned the faucet on, adjusting the temperature so that it was not much more than lukewarm, going through the motions of filling the bag – horrified at the suds that were produced by doing so - and hanging it on the hook that was strategically located between the vanity and the commode at about waist level.  She paused before she called to him, not at all sure she wanted to go through with it.

Then he appeared in the doorway, and she knew she’d lost her chance.

“I j-just put the bag on the hook, Rod, really!” she said in reaction to his stern, questioning glare, sounding like one of her underlings trying to explain a major error.

His hand shot out and grabbed a hold of one still engorged nipple, twisting it hard as he pinched.  “Not Rod - Sir.”

“Sir?” she parroted back at him.

He didn’t say a word, but still held and pinched that sensitive bit.

“Yes, Sir,” Sunny agreed, surprised and a bit concerned at how easily the words fell out of her mouth.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”  How could he possibly have said that and managed not to sound mocking?

She gave him a patiently false smile that bore more of a resemblance to a grimace, and was rewarded with a genuine chuckle.

Then he sat down on the commode and crooked his finger at her, as if she was a naughty little girl who had to come to her father for a spanking.  Sunny wasn’t very fond of that analogy, although the look and feel of it fit entirely too well in this situation. 

She came to him, but much too slowly for his tastes, so as soon as he got her positioned over his lap, she found herself subjected to crisp, hard swats – not from his palm, which she realized immediately was much more moderate than she’d imagined – but rather with something he had either brought in with him or gotten out of one of the vanity drawers, and if she had to guess, she would have said that it was a hairbrush, but it could well have been a paddle, too.  She didn’t know.  Suddenly, every intelligent thought had gone out the window and all she could think of was just how much each individual smack hurt.