WrappedAroundYourFinger (7 page)

She took a deep breath.
Here goes nothing.
“You’re
right. I want more than just kinky sex. I want to be free of all that crap that
constantly runs through my head…the doubts…the what-ifs. More than anything, I
want to feel safe enough to just let go for once. I want to be able to live in
the moment.” She shrugged. “I just…don’t know how to do that.”

“Thank you,” he whispered then gently kissed her forehead.

Silently she thanked him for not pressing her to say more or
trying to wrap up the moment with some form of sentiment or sage advice. He’d
just let her say what she’d needed to say. It felt damn good to let it out. Now
she was ready for whatever he had in mind, greedy for it actually.

“You know, I almost forgot about that,” she said nervously
eyeing the root he held. The size of the plug he’d carved wasn’t the cause for
her nervousness. It was thin, only slightly wider than a finger and tapered. It
was the heat it would create in that intimate place. Her cheeks warmed at the
thought.

He grinned. “You’re blushing.”

“You’re about to stick a ginger root up my ass, I think I
have a right to blush.”

He laughed. “What am I going to do with you and that mouth
of yours?”

“Kissing would be good,” she said with a nod.

He leaned down and tenderly kissed her. She opened, sliding
her tongue along his. She wanted more, craved more, but he pulled back.

“On your hands and knees.”

The authority in his voice made her shiver. She’d waited too
long for this, to be dominated, ruled, owned. At that very moment, that’s
exactly how she felt.

She climbed onto all fours in the middle of the bed.

“Back up until your knees are close to the edge,” he
ordered.

She obeyed. When she turned, she lost sight of him. Where
had—
oh
.

A warm, wet tongue licked her slit. His hands slid up the
backs of her thighs then spread her cheeks. The stubble from his chin prickled
her plump lips as he pressed his face between her thighs and lightly sucked on
her clit. A finger slid inside her pussy and she whimpered. The small sound
became a loud moan as he began to lap and lick her with his tongue and fuck her
with his finger.

“Is this for me? This beautiful wet cunt?”

“Yes,” she managed.

He inserted another finger, filling her, caressing her
G-spot. She rocked back, fucking herself on his hand. A quick, harsh slap on
her left ass cheek brought blood rushing to the surface of her sensitive skin.
She yelped.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

“Yes Sir.”

Slowly he withdrew his fingers, wet from her pussy, and brushed
the puckered hole above it. Her body tensed as he eased a fingertip into her
ass. The small twinge was over before it really registered.

“Relax, Indie.”

She buried her face in the soft duvet and tried not to tense
as he probed deeper.

He licked the rim of her ass around his inserted finger,
leaving her wet with saliva. She trembled as he inserted a second finger and
quickly adjusted to the additional width. He gently stretched her as he moved
and shifted. She knew the ginger would replace those fingers soon. She couldn’t
believe she was anxious for it.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

She smiled into the mattress at the lust in his voice.

He pulled out and something cold pressed against her
entrance. “Push out.”

She did as she was told and felt the tapered end of the root
as it passed the little ring of muscle. Damn, it was cold. He kept up the
steady pressure until the length of it was seated firmly in her ass, leaving
the thick base to rest between her cheeks. The full feeling of having the plug
in her ass was delicious and naughty and she loved it.

The bed dipped as he sat down beside her. “I want you face
down on my lap.”

He’d spread his legs wide to give her plenty of support and
she draped herself across his thighs. Her hair brushed the hardwood floor as she
lay head down, ass exposed, staring at his feet. He ran a rough palm over her
lower back and down the curve of her buttocks. The way he touched her, lovingly
as if he cherished her, made more than her pussy ache.

The chill from the ginger was gone and a small tingle began
deep within her. Banner’s hand came down with sharp crack on her flesh. Not too
hard, but enough to leave a good sting. Again, another slap to the same cheek.
He rained down a series of blows in the same place until that entire side of her
ass was heated, inflamed.

The warmth from the ginger grew steadily and the heat from
his hand mingled with the heat inside her. She let out a shaky breath as he ran
his hand softly over her tender skin.

“That’s it. Breathe, Indie.”

She took in a few big gulps of air before his palm came down
on her neglected cheek. It received exactly the same punishment as the first.
All the while, the burn from the ginger flared outward. The last two blows sent
a shock of fire through her as she tried to clench around the plug. Again he
caressed her sore skin when he was finished. The sensuous warmth from the sound
spanking she’d received was overshadowed by the insane heat in her ass.

Maybe it was her imagination, but she felt tingly all over
as if the effects of the ginger had spread along the nerve endings throughout
her body.

“Now that you’re good and warmed up, are you ready for your
spanking?”

That was just a warm up? He had said that he wouldn’t take
it easy on her and if she was honest, she didn’t want him to.

“Yes Sir,” she said, hoping he didn’t hear the distress in
her voice. Damn, she was on fire from the inside out.

The first hard smack made her head come up. The pain was so
immediate and intense it stole her breath. She throbbed around the plug as he
caressed her softly. Just when she’d had a chance to catch her breath, he
slapped her other cheek just as hard.

Fuck, it
really
hurt.

He followed the blow with another gentle brush of his palm.
The next round of strikes, four on each cheek, had her crying out as tears came
to her eyes. Close to her limit and unsure if she could continue, it took her a
second to realize he’d finished.

“You still with me?” he asked, gently massaging her sore
butt.

She didn’t really know at that moment. The burn from the
ginger had reached a fever pitch and she could feel sweat under her arms. She
couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the crazy need that swelled inside
her and the tingling heat in her ass. “I need… Fuck, I’m on fire. I need… God,
what the hell do I need?” she gasped.

He dislodged the plug from her ass and the heat dissipated a
few degrees. She took a deep, relieving breath. That was better. She could
think again. Now all she needed was to be fucked good and hard. Yes, that’s
exactly what she needed.

He helped her up so she sat on his lap, facing him. One of
his large hands cupped her cheek and he kissed her so softly she trembled. Such
tenderness after such pain made her feel like her emotions were swinging on a
pendulum.

“What do you need, Indie?” His voice was low and rough like
gravel.

“I need to be fucked.” She’d really just blurted that,
hadn’t she?

“Like I said before, you do have a way with words. Can you
stand?”

She nodded, eased off his lap and stood in front of him on
shaky legs. He got to his feet then shed his pants and underwear. After kicking
them to the side he sat down at the bottom of the bed and leaned back on his
elbows. Naked, hard cock jutting out, every muscle cut and defined, he was
glorious. The way he looked at her, as if he wanted to devour her, made her
feel as if she were the sexist woman alive.

“Ride my cock until you come. Ride it hard, Indie. This may
be the only time I allow you to be in control.”

She didn’t have to be told twice.

Banner couldn’t believe this beautiful submissive woman was
all his. Indie had taken everything he’d given her and more. The lust, the
emotion, the powerful need that had been all over her face when he’d pulled her
into his lap after he’d spanked her had been it for him. He fell for her right
then and there. There’d been no fear in her, no animosity, no anger, just
desire and honesty. Yeah, he was a goner and they hadn’t even had sex yet.

God, she was fucking beautiful. She’d sucked her bottom lip
between her teeth as she straddled him. Grabbing his dick with one hand, she
spread her lips with the other and guided him into her slick pussy. They
groaned together when she slid down onto him.

He watched her with hooded eyes as she began to rock back
and forth, slowly working him deep inside her. His need was every bit as great
as she’d conveyed hers to be, if not more since he’d walked around half-cocked
all damn day.

“Fuck me, Indie,” he growled.

“I thought you said I was the one in control now?” She
arched an eyebrow at him as she leaned back and rolled her hips.

He let out a harsh breath and gave her a look of warning.
She had the nerve to smile. Naughty girl. He’d see how well she performed under
pressure. He pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around her and latched his
lips onto one of her nipples.

She moaned, picking up her pace.

He took his hands and pressed her tits together so that he
could tongue both her nipples at the same time.

“I love that,” she told him as she sank her fingers into the
hard muscles of his shoulders.

He smiled, still licking and sucking her until she writhed
and fucked him faster. He moved both hands down and grasped that beautiful full
ass of hers, forcing her to fuck him harder. He was relentless, allowing her no
mercy, no kindness now.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped almost as if she couldn’t
believe it.

“Well come then. Come with me, Indie.” He pulled her down
hard and ground his dick so deep she cried out. Her pussy clenched and pulsed
around him as she came, bringing his own climax. Hard and fast his orgasm
rushed through him. He shot his seed deep inside, filling her. She wrapped her
arms around him, pulling them together tightly and let out a ragged breath
against his neck as she shook one last time.

Mine. I have to make her mine
.

Chapter Six

“I know you didn’t learn to cook like this at Le Cordon
Bleu.” Banner smiled and helped himself to another biscuit, which he used to
scoop up grits and eggs. Damn, she was a good cook. The scratch biscuits were
perfect. After last night’s intense scene, and the sleepy morning sex, he needed
to refuel. It had been really nice waking up with her in his bed this morning.
Something he wanted to get used to for damn sure.

“Oh this is nothing. We ate like this every Sunday morning,”
she said, pouring them both a fresh cup of coffee before she sat back down at
the kitchen table. “Mom
still
cooks like this. It’s sort of a family
tradition. If you’re in town, you go to Mom and Dad’s for Sunday breakfast.”

“Grits. I didn’t even know I had grits.”

“As stocked as your pantry is, that doesn’t surprise me. And
I may look all citified with my dyed hair and ink, but underneath it all, I’m
just a country girl,” she said, taking a bite of sausage.

He grinned at her. “So, country girl, where did you grow up?
How big is your family?”

“I was born just outside of Jacksonville. Mom and Dad still
live in the same house I grew up in. I have three brothers and a sister. Two of
the boys are married with kids now. I have two nieces and a pack of wild
animals my sister-in-law swears are my nephews.” There was a bit of a twang in
her voice he hadn’t heard before.

She took a sip of her coffee before she continued. “My mom
pretty much raised us by herself. Daddy drove a rig and was always on the road.
With five kids to feed and bills to pay, I can’t say as though I blame him, but
it was really hard on mom. He’s retired now so things are different, but
growing up…it just would have been nice to have him around.” It was obvious
that talking about this was uncomfortable for her. She stared down at her
plate, pushing her food around with her fork.

“Well enough about me. What’s your family like?”

As a well-known chef he was used to talking about his
career, but not his family. It was complicated and something he didn’t
particularly like discussing. But he’d asked her to open up to him and she had.
He needed to man up and do the same. “My mother died when I was a baby. My
father…he left right after that. Couldn’t handle raising an infant on his own,
I guess. My maternal grandparents adopted me.”

She reached across the table and put her hand in his. “Oh,
Banner, I’m so sorry.”

It surprised him when he looked in her eyes and saw only
concern, not pity. “No, don’t be. I have no memories of either of them. My
grandparents raised me like I was their own. I even called them Mom and Dad.”

“So you had a good childhood?” she asked with a smile.

“You really want to know?”

She sat cross-legged in her chair with one elbow on the
table, her chin resting in her hand. He loved that she’d grown so accustomed to
her nudity that she seemed oblivious to it.

“Of course I do.”

“I had a good childhood. Mom was a homemaker. I swear she
lived half her life in that kitchen—made everything from scratch. She would
have loved your biscuits. My passion for cooking, I got that from her. Dad
worked for NASA and he spent a lot of time there. They were strict,
old-fashioned. It was sort of like growing up in a fifties household.”

“Well I personally happen to love that era.”

“Maybe that’s why I find you so irresistible.”

“You think I’m irresistible?” she asked, standing up.

Yes, naked Indie, waiting on him in his kitchen was pretty
damn irresistible. “Don’t be coy.”

She laughed as she began to clear the dishes from the table.
“It’s kind of hard to do coy when you’re naked.” She wiggled her ass when she
walked by him.