Disobey

She walked to the room with a light, calm step. No sign of her racing heart or thoughts. It had been a week. A week since she’d felt his touch. His lips. His body pound against hers. Just a week. It seemed like years.

She stepped into the room, shut and locked the door, dropping her purse, before the air was knocked out of her as he came from nowhere and pressed her against the wall. His lips trailed hotly over her exposed neck, moving to her mouth and slipping inside. He felt her body melt against his and raced to peel off her coat, pausing and stepping back when his hands felt skin. His eyes flew up and down her length, thrilling in the fact that she’d obeyed him, She’d come to him in nothing but the black lace bra and thong he’d bought her. His hands reached out and molded her breasts beneath the material. Pressing his thigh against her center, he groaned and kissed her deeply, letting his hands fall and clasp her bare ass. Pulling the thong down, he felt her kick it off, and lifting her to wrap around him, plunged into her moist heat.

Holding onto him tightly, she felt him stretch and fill her, and as her body relaxed, felt him begin to slam deeply into her. The wall offered no give, and his size and strength nearly took her breath away. Clinging to him, she sank her mouth to latch onto his and rode his ferver, Rode him until he shuddered and groaned deeply, moaning as each wave of feeling overtook him, four, five, six times. Dropping her legs from his waist, she led him to the bed and pulled him close.

“God, I missed you.” He mumbled into her neck.

Smiling secretly she whispered, “I can tell.”

Moving sinuously, he entered her with his length and width still intact, surprising and delighting her, as always. Beginning the dance again, he murmured soft words into her ear.

“Have you missed me?”

“Yes.” She wrapped her legs and arms around his back.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes.” She dragged her nails lightly down his back to feel him shudder.

Pressing high and deep inside her, he asked, “Did you miss me here?”

“Yes!” She managed.

“Am I the last man to make you come?”

A pause. A shudder. “Yes.”

Leaning back, he looked into her wide, green eyes. “When did you come last?”

She hesitated briefly, “Why do you want to know?”

“Nicole.” Her name, drawn out in that low gravelly voice, sent shivers up and down her spine. “Answer me.”

She dropped her eyes from his intense gaze. “Yesterday afternoon.”

Lifting her chin, he forced her to look at him. “Before or after we spoke.”

Caught, she whispered. “After.”

His eyes, dark chocolate pools, surrounded by thick curling lashes, usually melted her heart. Now they had it racing.

“Let me see if I have this straight. We spoke yesterday afternoon. I asked you not to touch yourself so you would come to be wet, ready, and needy. So you would explode the moment I touched you. And you replied that you would do as I asked.”

Tapping her chin with his finger, he snapped, “Open your eyes. Do you remember that conversation?”

Sinking inside herself, she whispered, “Yes.”

“So you lied to me.” His flat tone dug into her.

“No! I meant to. I meant it when I said it. I just … just …. “

“You just what?”

“I got horny! I wanted you so much I almost hurt. And my body was throbbing and tingling after our phone call. I couldn’t stand it.”

“So you didn’t lie. You just disobeyed.”

He watched her expressive face, the blush that told him she knew she was guilty, the large eyes that held a blend of the trust of a child with the lust of a woman. He felt her tremble, and bit back a smile.

“Yes.” She softly whispered.

Pulling out of her, he pushed off the bed and turned to drag the straight back chair over to a bare spot. Sitting down, he gave her a level look. “Come here.”

Climbing off the bed , she moved slowly to his side, feeling a rush of blood in her ears, and the faint tug of fear mingled with excitement.

Grasping her arm and waist, he pulled her over his lap and arranged her to his pleasure. “Comfortable?” The polite question startled her.

“Um … yes. I guess …. OW!” His hand cracked against her upturned ass loudly.

Taking his time, he landed sharp smacks on her skin, covering and marking her until he was certain the sting of his hand was felt on every inch of her cute ass.

Keeping his hand against her lightly heated skin, he spoke low. “Do you know what will happen the next time you deliberately disobey me?”

She sighed softly. He was talking. That usually meant just a few more light slaps. She wanted more. Harder. Faster. How could she ask? Wiggling on his lap, she bit her lip and stayed silent.

“Nicooooooooole.” The growl sent a thrill through her as his and flew down to delivery three heavy smacks.

“No!”

He paused for a moment,, trying to read her. “Maybe I just need to show you.”

Holding her waist tightly down, he began to spank her with faster, heavier smacks, forcing cries from her and wiggling efforts to avoid his hand. When her hand reached back to block him, he pinned it to her waist and kept up his assault. Until he heard her voice break. Until he forced a sincere cry. Then he stopped.

Immediately pressing his thumb inside of her, he drew out and spread the silky moisture on his fingers. Finding and pressing her g-spot from within, he moved his fingers over the hood of her clitoris, pressing and massaging her until he felt her stiffen and cry out. Flipping her around, he picked her up and threw her on the bed, climbing on top and plunging into her pulsing heat, as her legs and arms went around to press him further into her. Just the feel of her orgasm nearly led him to his and it took some effort to hold back.. Moving slowly, deeply inside her, he listened to her increased breathing and felt her stillness when her second orgasm built inside of her, surprising her, overwhelming her. Keeping his movements deep and slow and relentless. When she cried out, he lost control, and began slamming fiercely into her softness, riding with her to their mutual exhaustion.

Holding her close in his arms, he felt her shake and tilted her head up to wipe her tears. Kissing each eye, he felt content. Her unconditional trust. Her gift to him. He smiled and slept.