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“Threadway’s being a jerk,” she said as she cashed out the regi
ster, prepared a deposit for the morning and locked the money in the safe. She’d go by and get food, then when she was at home, she would tell Titan everything, including today’s conversation with Threadway, and his veiled attempts to ask her about her new lover.

After all, trust was important in relationships, and if he had something to hide, she was pretty sure she could figure it out when she brought up Threadway’s question from tonight, and watched Titan’s face for a response.

***

April couldn’t tell if he was hiding something or not.  At first, she’d thought he was just laughing about Threadway’s question, but as he did so, she watched a veil slip over his face, as if he were schooling himself not to ask exactly what the detective had said.

It made her feel uneasy, after they’d had a good beginning. He’d brought an overnight bag with him, which let her know he’d planned on staying the evening. She liked that idea. She wanted them to spend a lot of time together, to get to know each other. It was such a reversal from what she’d felt for so long now, that it made her a little nervous. But it was also a little comforting, to know he’d be here. The situation she found herself in the middle of made her more than a little nervous.

When he’d come in, she’d offered to set things at the table, but he’d refused, saying they could sit at her bar and be more comfortable there. The problem was, neither of them were sitting. They were both standing at different areas in her kitchen, with plates of Chinese food on the counters behind them. And she wasn’t really interested in food. Threadway’s visit had thrown her for a loop—again.

“Why do you think he keeps asking me about you, and don’t use Misty’s excuse. This has something to do with Virginia.”

He was eating again, shoving an egg roll in his mouth so fast it was as if he hadn’t eaten in a month; or he wanted a full mouth so he didn’t have to answer her question.

“I don’t know what’s going on in the good detective’s mind,” he said after he’d cleared his mouth. “I can call him and ask, if you like.”

“And how would that conversation go? ‘Hello, detective, why are you badmouthing me to the woman I’m…’ ” The sentence trailed off because April couldn’t think of what to say, the woman I’m fucking? The woman I’m spanking? The woman I’m… what?

It didn’t help when she looked over at Titan and saw that he was laughing.

“Don’t be an ass.” She turned her back to him and started to move food around her plate. She fully realized she’d just said something that, in the BDSM world, could get her labeled as a brat.

“Someone has an attitude,” he replied, in a tone that let her know he wasn’t amused.

“I’m sorry, but I had some distressing news today, and the cops visited me—twice.”

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. “How’s your bottom?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Sore,” she said, not trying to hide the smile that sprang to her face, even though he couldn’t see it from his angle.

“Good. After tonight, it will be even sorer, and then we’ll give it a rest for a few days.” He nuzzled her neck. “I don’t want to overdo things at first. And we’re going to play a little game to determine the number of swats you’re going to get.”

“A game?”

“Yes, a game. I like to keep things interesting.” He gently tugged on her hair, and then he went back to his plate. She turned to where he stood, his attention fixed on his food.

“What sort of game?”

“A fun one,” he mumbled around his food. When he turned back to her, his mouth was empty. “I expect obedience from you, but that doesn’t mean it has to be yes Sir, no Sir, all the time. I enjoy laughter, and I expect to hear it out of you tonight.”

April smiled. She felt as if the weight of the afternoon were lifting. The mystery of Virginia was still in her mind, but thinking about being with Titan tonight would push it away, hopefully until morning. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder why Threadway kept bringing Titan up in their discussions.

“Push it all out of your mind,” Titan said. “Eat a little more so the food can settle before we start playing.”

“Do I get a hint?” she pushed.

“Doubt it.” He was eating again, and she resisted the urge to ask if his mother ever told him it was impolite to talk with your mouth full. Instead of speaking up, though, April picked at her food. She still felt a little uneasy about everything that was happening, and why the detectives kept coming into the shop to see if she knew anything more about Virginia.

She’d read enough crime novels to know that, sometimes, people attempting to solve a murder worked slowly, as if they were trying to get a person to slip up and reveal something they were intending to keep secret. Was that what Threadway was hoping to do with her?

“I thought I told you to quit thinking about another man.”

“What?” She looked over at him. He now stood with his ass propped against the counter. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he didn’t look very happy.

“You’re thinking about that damn cop.”

“It’s not like I’m thinking about how he is in bed,” she said. “I just can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Don’t you see that’s what he’s trying to do?” His voice was softer this time. “He thinks you know something, and he’s attempting to get it out of you. Do you know something?”

“No.”

They were silent for a few moments, and after that, Titan looked at her as if he wanted to gobble her up, slowly.

“You know, I have a theory that any room in the house holds an object that can be used for spanking.”

April couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously? What about the bathroom? What can you use in there?”

“If I tell you, it will ruin the game.” He pushed himself off the counter and stalked toward her. A thrill rushed through her as he turned her and slapped her ass.

“Clean up the food, then come into the living room so we can get started.” He started to walk off, but turned before he reached the doorway. “And April, if I even remotely think that you’re still dwelling on Threadway and his visits, I’ll leave. Push him out of your mind. I can’t say it any clearer.”

April put away the remainder of the food and quickly loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. As she worked, she thought about Titan, and the game they would play. What did he have in mind, she wondered. When the kitchen was clean, she put the dirty towel on the washer, and then stopped to think about her situation.

During the last week it had changed drastically. Before she’d met Titan, she hadn’t had anyone but Misty over to her home. And for a man to spend the night, two nights in a row? It was unheard of for her.

But it felt good; so good, she wondered why she’d closed herself off for so long. Fear was a big part of it. She didn’t want to be hurt. But it was Misty who once told her that to be hurt, you first had to feel, and the feeling outweighed the pain.

April hoped her friend was right. She took a deep breath and went into the living room. Titan sat on the couch, his bag sitting next to him. Maybe it wasn’t overnight clothes, then. Maybe he’d brought objects from home to show her that his theory was right.

She stepped in front of him. “Let the games begin.”

“Indeed,” he said. “Take off your clothes.”

Following old habits, April stripped slowly, folding her clothes and putting them on her recliner.

“Get on your knees, hands behind your back. You can keep your head up so we can have a conversation.”

She obeyed.

“Now, let’s talk about my statement. You don’t think there is something in every room in the house that can be used as a spanking implement?”

“Nope.” She smiled at him.

“Well, tonight will prove you wrong. We’re going to play a little game of hide and seek. I’ve brought three objects with me, things that I took out of rooms in my home. I’m going to hide them in the same room here, in other words, the object from the kitchen in the kitchen, and so on. After that, you and I are going to search for them.”

“Okay,” she said, a little unsure of where this was heading. He’d said the game would determine what he would use on her bottom tonight, and how many swats she would get. But then she decided this shouldn’t be too hard. After all, her place wasn’t that big, and she could watch while he stowed the items, in most of the rooms, anyway.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” he said as if he could read her thoughts. “And when it comes time to search for the items, I’m going to tie you up, to make things a little more… difficult for you.”

“I have to be able to walk,” she protested.

“Maybe, maybe not. If you have to crawl from room to room, like say, dragging yourself around by your elbows, it will be more entertaining for me.”

“And harder for me,” she said. It sounded pretty lame, she knew, but it popped out before she could stop it.

“That’s the idea.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a red bandana.

“For your eyes,” he said as he got up and crossed behind her. It didn’t take him long to cover them and tie the ends behind her head. “Now, be a good girl and don’t move from here. I’ll hide the things, and we can get started.”

This was unlike anything she’d ever done before, and April loved every second of Titan’s game. She’d waited patiently while he’d hidden the three items in the house. Well, she supposed patiently might not have been the right word to use. She fidgeted, wiggling her toes and wringing her hands together.

If Titan had been in the room, he probably would have admonished her for moving. But since he wasn’t, she continued to fidget, ever so slightly, as she listened to him move. The rooms in her house weren’t that big, and April didn’t think it would take her that long to uncover what he’d hidden.

She was a fairly tidy person, except for the stacks of books in her spare room, so finding something out of place should be easy.

When Titan came back, she found out exactly how difficult it was going to be, and how many things she had that should probably meet the trash can. He didn’t follow through on his threat to make her crawl around on her hands and knees, which made her happy.

“I’ll save that for another time,” he’d said. They’d started in the dining room, and after she’d shifted through the unopened mail on the table, she found a long, slim plastic object in the center of the table.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Titan had asked.

“No,” she responded. “But what is it?” It was not round, but octagonal.

“You’ll find out later,” he said as he took it from her hand. “Keep going.”

In the kitchen, she found a plastic spatula on the counter. Since she’d just cleaned that room, she knew it was out of place.

The final object was in the bedroom, in the center of the bed. It was a tennis racket, and since she didn’t play tennis, she knew it wasn’t hers. She picked it up and handed it to him.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?” she asked.

“Nope.” He took her hand. “Come with me into the dining room.”

Her inability to see made her feel vulnerable, and April walked slowly, despite the fact that he was leading her. Her nerves were on edge, because she’d never been spanked with any of the three objects she’d found. She wondered what he would have come up with if he’d planted more than three items. There was no telling, really, because she hadn’t expected the things she’d found, especially since she couldn’t identify one of them.

He let go of her hand and told her to stay where she was. The sound of moving furniture filled the air, and she imagined him sliding chairs away from the table.

“Come toward my voice,” he said.

April put her hands out in front of her as she walked. She was pretty sure there was nothing in the way, but it made her feel safer. She felt the heat from his body as she approached.

“Right there,” he said, approvingly. “The table is to your right. Turn toward it, and put your hands on the surface.

She did as he asked, feeling exposed.

“Good,” he whispered in her ear, and she shivered. “You know, April, I thought about giving you one good, hard spanking with the first object you found. Do you know what it is?”

“No, Sir.”

He chuckled softy. “How often do you open your blinds?”

Realization flooded through her. It was the twisty thing that moved the blind slats. She’d never considered you could use something like that to spank a person.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said. “I’m going to use all three of these on you. The plastic rod on your breasts, the spatula on your pussy, and the racket on your ass.”

“Oh,” she whispered. This would be a first for her, and she was excited to see what it felt like to have three of her spankable areas administered to in one evening. She was especially happy about the idea of a pussy spanking. It had been ages since she’d had one, and it was something she’d always loved.

“What shall I start with first?” he asked, keeping his lips right next to her ear. His breath tickled, and made her nipples hard. “Shall I lay a few swats across your beautiful breasts, then your pussy and lastly your ass? Or should I do ass, pussy,
tits? Or maybe pussy, ass, tits? Or maybe pussy, tits, ass? I want to make sure I get it in the right order, so that you’re writhing in need by the time I’m done.”

Titan captured her ear lobe between his teeth and tugged gently. April moaned softly as he released it. “Do you know what I’m going to do with you afterward, April?”

“I hope so,” she answered.

“Tell me.”

“You’re going to fuck my pussy.”

“Your red, spanked pussy,” he amended. “Let’s start with your ass.
Then tits, then pussy.  And I want you to take your blindfold off.”

As she followed his directions, he cupped one of her butt cheeks in his hand. “You’re in the perfect position for the spanking you so desperately need.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He chuckled. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be so wet you’d slide off a chair if you sat down.”

April liked the sound of that. He instructed her to move back a little, so that her ass was more accessible to him. Seconds later, he rubbed the racket against her bottom. She shivered at the feel of the webbing. This was a new thing for her, and she was looking forward to the experience.

The first swat was soft, as was the second. The sensations were so different from any spanking she’d ever had, and she found herself moaning in appreciation. There were three or four more soft swings, and then Titan let loose, and laid down a hard slap on her ass. The web seemed to grab her ass, and the wooden frame slammed into her.

The sound that left her throat was guttural, as the wood and webbing made an impression on April’s ass. He laid down another one, and another one, and another. As he’d done when he spanked her before, the landing spot was never the same, and April was never really sure where the wonderful sensations were going to strike, and sink into her.

She was already wet, and she wondered how much wetter she would become as he used the other two items he’d selected.

April closed her eyes and counted as Titan applied the tennis racket to her bottom, five, ten, fifteen, twenty times. After that, he swatted her five times in the same spot. She sobbed softly, not really crying but feeling a definite pinch at the repetition.

The webbing didn’t hurt that badly, but the wood… oh, the wood.

“How’s your bottom?” he asked.

“Sore.” April licked her lips. “But I hope you’re not stopping.”

He chuckled. “You’re nasty, April. I like that.”

April smiled to herself as he started to swat her again. The next swats varied in landing, from her ass to her thighs and back up. When he reached forty, he did the same thing he’d done at twenty, only this time he laid down ten hard swats in the exact same place on her thighs.

“If you ask me to show you pity, I might consider it,” he said wickedly.

It was hard to beg for mercy, especially since the intense strikes produced such beautiful vibrations that spread through her whole body.

“You can—” April gasped in pleasure as a hard stroke caught her in just the right spot.

“Forget it,” Titan said. “You’re loving it too much to pretend you need pity from me.”

When Titan reached fifty, he announced that the ass spanking part of the evening’s festivities were over. April remained silent, afraid that if she spoke, it would be to beg for more. She wanted it, but she also wanted to experience the other things he had planned for tonight.

“What are you thinking?” he asked her. He pressed the racket against her ass, making her moan.

“That I want more,” she said, unable to keep the words from spilling out.

“And you’ll get it, just in a different form.” He placed the racket on the table. When his warm hand caressed her blazing ass, April wiggled her hips, to let him know how much she loved the attention.

“Your bottom is deliciously red,” Titan told her. “There’s part of me that wants to forget about the other two implements and move straight to the sex part.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry; I’m not going to do that, although it seems like a great idea to a certain part of my anatomy. My mind is stronger, though.” He patted her ass. “Stand up, April.”

The
movement made her ass ache even more. To add to it, she was pretty sure she would be sitting on her bottom for the rest of today’s activities, which meant she would be very sore while she was being pleasured.

She couldn’t wait.

“Let’s do the breasts next,” he said. “Just enough for you to experience the feel of the rod. I’m sure it has some other, more scientific name, but that’s always how I’ve referred to it when I use it.”

April laughed. “They’re called wands,” she told him.

“How appropriate,” Titan said. “Especially since they can work magic in the way I’m about to use it.”

April didn’t respond, because she wasn’t sure exactly what to say.  She’d never been spanked with something like this, and she was pretty sure the hard plastic would sting.

“Step back from the table,” Titan ordered her. She did as he asked. The next command was for her to turn toward him and cup her breasts and hold them up. Her hands were shaky as she complied.

“Let’s see if we can make those nipples harder,” Titan said as he rubbed the plastic against the tips of her breasts. Since she was already rock hard, she wasn’t sure he would be able to do that. But as he continued to rub the wand against her nipples, she knew the action would make her tingle, and make her want to forget the spanking part and bend over the table for the finale of this game.

He gently slapped the wand against her nipples.

“Oh,” April gasped out. “Good.”

It sounded lame to her, but it was the only word she could process as the stinging pleasure seeped into her. Titan delivered another swat, this one directly above her nipples. She expected another one right afterward, but it didn’t come.

“Very sensitive flesh,” he said, as if he could read her mind. “If you take it too fast, the pleasure turns to pain, the bad kind.”

He rubbed the plastic against her nipples one more time. “If I was using something different, I might go faster, but I want to tease you more than anything right now.”

“Sadist,” she said, realizing too late it probably wasn’t the right word to use right then.

He chuckled, and then laid down another strike. This one caught the tip of her nipples as it came down, and the pain was intense. “I’m just giving you what you want,” he told her, matter-of-factly.

It was the truth, but she wanted him to give it faster, and harder. But she didn’t want to beg, so she just said, “Yes, sir.”

At a very leisurely pace, Titan spanked her breasts ten times. When he put the wand on the table and picked up the spatula, April wanted to jump for joy. She was very ready for this part of it. But then he put the spatula down and picked up the wand again.

She wondered what he was doing, especially when he picked up both of them and examined the items as if he had no idea what they were.

“Titan?” She cocked her head in his direction.

“I think we’re going to try something unexpected, at least for you. He tapped the wand against her breasts. “Go and put a towel on the couch, and then sit down on it, with your legs spread wide.”

April was more than ready for the next part. In fact, if she had her way, they would bypass the spanking part and move straight to the fucking. Her ass was sore, as were her breasts. To add her pussy to the mix would be interesting, but she wasn’t sure she could wait too much longer before he filled her. She was more than ready to feel the sweet thrill of him sliding in and out of her pussy.

She picked one of her thickest towels and put it down on the couch, centering her ass in the middle of it before she spread her legs. April had a strong urge to play with her clit, but something told her Titan would not be happy if she did, so she tucked her hands under
her thighs, hoping that would keep her fingers from straying to the hard bud, the one that was throbbing and begging for attention.

April glanced around. Titan wasn’t even in the room yet. The temptation grew, and as it did, her aroused body shivered with need.

“Don’t even think about it,” his deep voice said from the other room. “I can practically hear you humming from in here. You will wait until I’m there. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Oh, she heard him. But she didn’t want to obey him. She wiggled, hoping the movement would satisfy some of the cravings inside her. It had the opposite effect. “Titan?”

“Behave,” he answered, and she knew he was doing this on purpose. The wait was horrible. Finally, in an effort to stay calm, April closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the sofa.

Counting didn’t help. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth didn’t help. Trying to think of something else didn’t help.

“Titan,” she finally said, “I’m begging you to please come in and help me.”

“Help you with what?” he asked innocently.

“Spank my pussy and then fuck me!” April yelled.

His snort pissed her off. “Tell me what to do again and you won’t get anything,” he said, sternly. “You’ll wait until I’m ready.”