against him, only he could tell that her mind was a bit behind it, and after a few more languorous strokes, he removed his hands from her breasts and pussy, placing them on the much more neutral territory of her stomach.
Her protestations were very loud and immediate, but he subdued them by whispering a threat to spank her if she didn’t still immediately. Cayson was amazed when she did exactly as he told her to, and considered that to be a harbinger of good things to come.
His lips still at her ear, he continued, “I can promise you that your bottom will almost always be red and sore, but that I won’t make superfluous rules – just ones that are meant to keep you safe and healthy and happy. I can also promise you that you’ll not go unfulfilled – as long as you’re well behaved.”
That pronouncement had her jerking once and groaning as she corralled her impulse to object to that last caveat, but she got herself under control.
He wasn’t one to let things like that slip, though. “And if you agree, you’ve just earned your first spanking. I said for you to remain still, and that’s what I meant.” It might not have been the smartest thing – telling her she had a spanking waiting for her before she’d agreed to his outrageous suggestion. But he thought that, in her case, it might be a bit of an incentive.
Chapter 5
And it was.
Jodi’s mind was buzzing as surely as her body was, even though he wasn’t touching her intimately any longer. She was here, in a bed, in his arms. That was almost more than enough for her to get off.
But what she could tell by the seriousness of his tone was that he wasn’t offering her a chance to role-play. She’d done her level best to avoid that in her sex life. She didn’t want her submission to be something she took on and off as the occasion suited. She wanted to find the right person who made her want to submit to him completely, without reservation. And looking for that person was inherently nerve wracking and dangerous, because choosing the wrong candidate could go very badly.
She knew Cayson. The man was an antisocial recluse with no social skills whatsoever, but he had his good points, too. And she’d never seen him threaten anyone physically except the guy in the parking lot. He seemed to have, what qualified for him as a soft spot for her; he had taken awfully good care of her when her father died, and now, when they had been forced into this weird situation he had looked after her at least as well – if not better – than a lot of more ‘normal’ men would have.
Cayson wasn’t one for delayed gratification. She was taking entirely too long to make her decision. He’d really hoped that she would have shouted an uninhibited, “Yes, yes!” to his idea, but he guessed there was a lot more to it than he’d thought.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t above trying to press his advantage. He was still pulsing inside her, although he wasn’t quite as far in as he had been. She was still in his arms. His finger found its way back to its former position and he noticed that her clit had swollen to enormous proportions in the meantime. Was that just from the subject they were discussing, he wondered. And he began to move his hips just slightly, just enough to tease her horribly with all that potential pleasure. But he was careful to make sure he stopped every time he thought that she was anywhere near orgasming.
The third time he stopped, she growled low in her throat.
“Why would I reward you when you haven’t given me the right answer?” came his husky answer to the demand she probably didn’t want to – or couldn’t – put into words.
“Cayson!” she moaned. “That’s not fair!”
“It’s very fair.” He wasn’t far from losing his own battle against the ultimate pleasure, and suddenly he wondered if a different approach might not work better. He didn’t generally ask people many questions – he didn’t usually like their
Her protestations were very loud and immediate, but he subdued them by whispering a threat to spank her if she didn’t still immediately. Cayson was amazed when she did exactly as he told her to, and considered that to be a harbinger of good things to come.
His lips still at her ear, he continued, “I can promise you that your bottom will almost always be red and sore, but that I won’t make superfluous rules – just ones that are meant to keep you safe and healthy and happy. I can also promise you that you’ll not go unfulfilled – as long as you’re well behaved.”
That pronouncement had her jerking once and groaning as she corralled her impulse to object to that last caveat, but she got herself under control.
He wasn’t one to let things like that slip, though. “And if you agree, you’ve just earned your first spanking. I said for you to remain still, and that’s what I meant.” It might not have been the smartest thing – telling her she had a spanking waiting for her before she’d agreed to his outrageous suggestion. But he thought that, in her case, it might be a bit of an incentive.
Chapter 5
And it was.
Jodi’s mind was buzzing as surely as her body was, even though he wasn’t touching her intimately any longer. She was here, in a bed, in his arms. That was almost more than enough for her to get off.
But what she could tell by the seriousness of his tone was that he wasn’t offering her a chance to role-play. She’d done her level best to avoid that in her sex life. She didn’t want her submission to be something she took on and off as the occasion suited. She wanted to find the right person who made her want to submit to him completely, without reservation. And looking for that person was inherently nerve wracking and dangerous, because choosing the wrong candidate could go very badly.
She knew Cayson. The man was an antisocial recluse with no social skills whatsoever, but he had his good points, too. And she’d never seen him threaten anyone physically except the guy in the parking lot. He seemed to have, what qualified for him as a soft spot for her; he had taken awfully good care of her when her father died, and now, when they had been forced into this weird situation he had looked after her at least as well – if not better – than a lot of more ‘normal’ men would have.
Cayson wasn’t one for delayed gratification. She was taking entirely too long to make her decision. He’d really hoped that she would have shouted an uninhibited, “Yes, yes!” to his idea, but he guessed there was a lot more to it than he’d thought.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t above trying to press his advantage. He was still pulsing inside her, although he wasn’t quite as far in as he had been. She was still in his arms. His finger found its way back to its former position and he noticed that her clit had swollen to enormous proportions in the meantime. Was that just from the subject they were discussing, he wondered. And he began to move his hips just slightly, just enough to tease her horribly with all that potential pleasure. But he was careful to make sure he stopped every time he thought that she was anywhere near orgasming.
The third time he stopped, she growled low in her throat.
“Why would I reward you when you haven’t given me the right answer?” came his husky answer to the demand she probably didn’t want to – or couldn’t – put into words.
“Cayson!” she moaned. “That’s not fair!”
“It’s very fair.” He wasn’t far from losing his own battle against the ultimate pleasure, and suddenly he wondered if a different approach might not work better. He didn’t generally ask people many questions – he didn’t usually like their
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