Adored (7 page)

Chapter Five

As he spanked, Sean scolded Tess and she wished she had a pair of headphones or ear plugs.  She’d rather just be spanked.  Being lectured while her bare ass was being seared was adding insult to injury.  It made her feel like a chastised little girl, which she was quite sure was his intent.  And this time, he didn’t go easy on the guilt, either.

“I am very unhappy with you, Tess,” he said, bringing his hand down in a rapid arc to impact with first one bottom cheek and then the other. Her cries would have moved Sean had he not been so fascinated by how her plump globes flattened and then sprang back to blossom with the imprint of his large hand.  “You should know better than to let your car get to that point – especially the tires - and your boyfriend is a mechanic, for Christ’s sake!”

She opened her mouth to defend herself, then closed it again, deciding that it might go better for her if she just kept her mouth shut.  Nothing she was going to say at this point – or probably any other – was going to stop him from spanking her.

He continued to swat her vigorously as he spoke, and Tess began to long for the improbable protection of her tiny panties.  At least it would be something between her blazing bottom and his leathery palm.  “I can’t imagine why you would be so careless.  Your inspection sticker was almost a year out of date!   Your registration sticker lapsed six months ago.  What if you were stopped by a cop?”

Should she tell him that she’d already been there, done that?  Hell no, she answered herself quietly within her own mind.  What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and besides, how could she stop crying long enough to tell her that the nice officer had given her two weeks to get whatever needed to be done to her car and get it inspected.  He’d even gone the extra mile and said that if she did it within that timeframe, and brought him proof of it, he would tear up the ticket. 

That was over three months ago, of course.  She had been pouring every cent back into the shop, and didn’t plan to spare any money towards fixing up the car until she absolutely had to - that would be when turned the key and it refused to start.  Then she would put money into her jalopy, and not a second before.

Now, though, as her poor butt became redder and redder from his tender ministrations, she knew that those days were gone.  Even if she ended up owing him a partnership in her shop, she was going to do whatever she needed to avoid ending up back here.

Those vows were wholeheartedly reinforced when he took a step back and to the side of her, and she heard the tinkling of a belt buckle being loosened.  Her heart skipped a beat.

He was going to take his belt to her backside!   She was already sobbing and crying and begging just from his hand – how was she ever going to survive being flailed by that well-worn strip of leather?

Sean wasn’t of a mind to give her time to dwell on that question.  There was an unmistakable sound as the belt slid through its loops.  In one motion, he doubled it and brought it down across the backs of her thighs, a place to which he had heretofore paid little attention.

Tessa couldn’t help it.  She reared up, threw her head back and let loose a long, loud scream that she was sure his neighbors could hear, even though his closest was three miles away.   It was the only time Sean had wavered during one of her punishments, wondering if, perhaps, he was being too hard on her.  Then he remembered that she had repeatedly passed him every morning on those bald tires, doing at least seventy-five in a fifty mile-an-hour zone.  Resolutely, he striped her again with the leather, this time diagonally across her bottom, so that any subsequent strokes would criss-cross.

He made sure that there were plenty more; his belt again and again sliced through the air, striping her bottom and thighs.  Slowly, her mind began to travel; she had come to a place beyond the point of beyond-control, then beyond that - touching down at a place of complete submission. Tessa was helpless to stop him and didn’t even want to. Through the agony of the stinging blows of the belt she felt Sean’s love and caring. He was doing what he was doing to keep her safe and in spite of the discomfort Tessa was lifting her bottom up to meet the blows now, screaming for forgiveness with each one but not even trying to fight.

When Sean realized this, he literally threw the belt away, not caring whether it marred his babied hardwood floors.  Reaching down, he pulled her into his arms, tucking her head against his neck as he walked down the hall into his bedroom to lay her with infinite gentleness down onto his big bed. He refused to let go of her as he twisted back to grab a box of Kleenex off the nightstand, not even offering it to her but taking several out himself and dabbing her face, then holding one up to her nose so that she could blow.  When her face was clean and she had begun to recover, he stretched his legs out and pulled her on top of him, figuring she wouldn’t want to be sitting or even leaning on that backside for quite some time.

“We have put this matter to rest,” he said gently.  “I won’t say another word to you about this unless I see that you’re not taking care of your car again.  Regardless of where we go together – whether we’re together forever or you decide you hate my guts tomorrow – you are always to come to me with any mechanical problems.  I will take care of it.  That’s something I always can and will do for you, because I always want to know that you’re safe.”

“What if I can’t afford to pay you?”

Tess could see that his jaw was already flexing, but asked anyway.  It was a very pertinent  question, as far as she was concerned.  “Then we’ll get you on a convenient payment plan and you’ll pay me what you can, when you can, just like I said. And no more than that, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”  The words just fell out of her mouth, and she didn’t like that at all.  He was looking entirely too self-satisfied about it, but then he’d been a military officer.  He was used to people addressing him that way.  Although she had no interest in following in their footsteps, it just seemed somehow right in this situation.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he breathed as he melded their lips together.

Tessa knew she should raise some sort of objection – Lord knows she didn’t want him to think that she was always going to address him as “Sir” – but the taste and feel of his lips on hers washed away every coherent thought from her mind as the throbbing between her legs reached a fever pitch, and he hadn’t even touched her down there yet.

Before she knew it, he had rolled them over, tucking her under him, drinking in her breath.   She gasped when her still-bare bottom hit the cotton comforter, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that because his hands were already busily unbuttoning her shirt.

“Ahhh, it does match your panties,” he sighed when he’d tossed her blouse away, leaving her in the bra he was admiring, nothing else between them as he insinuated himself between her legs.   He pressed the most eager part of himself – still separated as it was from her by a layer of jeans and his boxers, but no less prominent because of it – against the vulnerable notch where it most wanted to find a home.

Sean kissed every inch of her face as she lay beneath him, pressing reverent kisses to the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her temples, and finally, achingly, her lips.  Tessa thought she would drown in his kisses, meeting each of them eagerly,  her tongue sparring with his when she wasn’t shocking him with the audacity of nibbling at the corners of his mouth.

“I want you, Tessa, and I have to have you.” His voice was as thick as his cock, which strained against the confines of his clothing. He had never seen anything sexier or sweeter than this voluptuous, submissive woman fixing him with an expression mixing lust and complete obedience.

It wasn’t a particularly romantic confession -  more raw and unabashedly eager, which was itself a compliment.  She felt the same.  A sincere, pleading, “Please,” was the extent of consent she could get out through her addled brain.

Sean made short work of her bra; it quickly joined the rest of her clothes in a pile on the floor, leaving her naked as he began to arch his still denim-clad self against her crotch, adoring the moans she made as he continued to grind himself against her.

Tessa’s restless hands tried to work his t-shirt up and over his head, her palms luxuriating in the feel of him as she ran them up and down his bare flanks, but his shirt got stuck at his armpits and she began mewling and tugging at the hem.

“You want it off, do you?” he asked, obviously in a much more coherent state than she was.

Once he’d finally divested himself of the shirt, she arched and took one small nipple between her lips, flicking the barest tip mercilessly and feeling a surge of feminine power at his uncontrolled moan.  With her eyes locked to his, she brought the tips of her fingers to her mouth, wetting them with deliberate, sensual care before applying them to his other rock hard bud, giving it much the same treatment as her mouth had its twin.

Tessa was delighted to see him throw back his head with pleasure.  He was in such control of the majority of their relationship – which was fine with her – that it was nice to see that she could strip a bit of that away from him when she wanted.  And she had a feeling that she was going to want to do that more and more. 

She would have continued, if he hadn’t moved away from that her eager mouth - not because he wanted, necessarily, but because he knew that otherwise this thing was going to have an embarrassingly early end.  He was instantly excited any time she was in a room, much less touching him, but when she did so with such sensual intent, he nearly lost it completely.  He wanted wait, to make sure she was right there with him when he did.

As he bent to give her own impudently proud nipples the same type of adoration in return, her soft hands found the broad expanse of his back and began to compulsively massage  and clutch at him in rhythm with the tugging of his mouth at her tender buds.

Then her hands wandered down to encounter his jeans, and, between moans and cries, she whined and pulled at the waistband petulantly, “I want these offffffffff.”

Sean chuckled, abandoning her nipples in favor of those already well-kissed lips of hers.  “If I take them off, I won’t be able to control myself; I’ll take you right then and there, whether you’re ready or not.”

“Yes, please!” she agreed, still picking at the offending garment.

Still laughing slightly at her eagerness to have him, he said, “No, not just yet, honey.”

With that he slid just slightly off to her right, neatly trapping her arm beneath him and letting his big palm rest on her lower belly.  As he kept their eyes locked together, he slid his hand down excruciatingly slowly until he felt the first ticklings of the thatch that hid her secrets, then beyond, watching her eyes dilate as he touched her there, in the place that she was most a woman, in the place that he now claimed for his own. As if trying to encourage his hand on its journey, her hips rose, back arching, breasts swelling as if begging for his attentions too, but he couldn’t lavish his tongue and lips on them quite yet.  Sean wanted to be looking in her eyes when his fingers really explored her for the first time, while she lay naked in his bed, spread out before him like a sumptuous meal. 

As he touched the heat and heart of her, her legs, which had slowly drifted together a bit, fell apart easily, as if she had relaxed a bit that now that he was finally, finally cupping her essence, and he could hear her long, low sigh.

That sudden peace wasn’t with her long; his fingers were busily exploring every inch of her, parting those plump lips to find themselves immediately bathed in her juices.  He issued forth a guttural moan as he dipped his head momentarily onto her breast, as if he, too, was feeling some modicum of relief in the tangible proof of her desire.

Wet fingertips were dragged slowly from that welcoming fount up just a few inches to find her clit as rigid as it had been that first time, only now he didn’t stop at one or two languorous strokes.  He kept those two rough tips circling, teasing and hovering about her clit as his palm covered her tender mound.  He thoroughly enjoyed the way Tessa responded uncontrollably to his touch, writhing and arching and moaning her pleasure, trying without success to encourage him to speed up his tempo just a bit. She was drenching his hand with her juices, and he knew when he slid his fingers between those slick folds he’d find her hotter and wetter than he could even imagine.

But he continued to touch her with achingly slow deliberation until he could hear that she was very, very close to the edge.  Then he moved back between her legs, reaching down only long enough to release himself from the interminable prisons that were his boxers and jeans, not bothering to remove them entirely, because he didn’t think he would last that long.  Instead, his lower body remained almost entirely covered except for its most eager component, which sprang forth against her - nearly inside her - from its first moment of release.

Sean took the majority of his weight on his hands, placing them to either side of her arms, trapping them there against her body just above her elbows.  Catching her eye, he pressed himself inexorably inside her, forcing her to accept his intrusion, making her wiggle as she tried to adjust herself beneath him as her body sought to accommodate his invasion, finding her pleasure multiplied a thousand-fold by the feeling of being helpless beneath him.  Her still-stinging, highly-sensitized bottom renewed its protests at the way she was rubbing it against the fabric of the comforter.