Avoiding Mr. Right (14 page)

The whole discipline and contrived
need
to punish someone has never turned me on. My cock twitches in my jeans as I recall
how her ass jiggled when I smacked it. But damn, I certainly like playing at the edges
of discipline. With the amount of orgasms I’ve had this week, I can’t believe I’m
getting a woody just thinking about Carla’s bare little bottom.

That time in the storage room…the way she tilted her rump, eager for the next searing
smack of my hand or thrust of my fingers deep into her… God, at this rate I’m going
to have to take a cold shower or spank off in some tissues.

The doorbell rings and I jerk out of the song, the imagery of my lover’s pink cheeks
still burned in my mind. Peering through the peephole I see it’s Carla, but she’s
done something different with her hair. I swing the door open and my jaw drops. Carla’s
wearing a short plaid skirt, white knee socks with saddle shoes, a white blouse and
her short hair is pushed back with a headband.

A wicked grin spreads across her face as she pushes past me into my apartment. She
glances down at my crotch and smiles. “Don’t just stand there with a hard on. Come
over here and give me a good spanking.”

It sounds like she enjoyed the fun aspects of it, too, and this is her way of asking
for more. Always eager to please, I close the door and turn to my exciting new lover.
“You like the sting of my palm across your bottom?”

She trembles and bends over the armchair, pushing her ass out on display while lifting
her skirt to reveal crisp white cotton panties. Preferring a more intimate approach,
I sit on the couch and grab her hips to pull her over my lap. “How about I turn that
cute butt pink and then rub the sting away?”

She smiles and turns to face the couch cushions. As my hand flies down to deliver
the first smack of the night, the realization that I love this spirited woman shakes
me to my very depths.

“Wow, Carla. It sounds like Andy is the right guy for you.” Heather takes a sip from
her favorite vanilla cappuccino. She smiles—true happiness for me shining from every
pore—looking even more adorable with her coffee-foam mustache.

I make a motion she should wipe her lip and she reaches for a napkin. “Is this the
part where I say you were right?” I smile to lessen the sting. “Or are you going to
wait and spring me with an ‘I told you so’ when you meet him?”

She waves a hand at me, dismissing the thought. “I don’t want, or need, to do that
to a friend. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I am.” I can feel the smile stretching across my face. “And you
were
right. I just wasn’t ready to see it.”

“Isn’t that the way it is for most of us? In the end, we all get there when the time
is right. Now, about meeting Andy—are we still on for Saturday at the piano bar?”

“Yup. He’s taking on a gig every weekend now.” I shrug, and look out the window. I’m
pleased that I helped encourage him to make the decision, but unsure if saying so
will sound like I’m trying to take credit.

“Great! Tony’s been looking forward to meeting the man who ‘tamed’ you.”

I choke on my own spit as my indignation barrels to get out. “What the hell?” I cough,
clearing my throat. “Like I was a shrew in need of taming?”

Heather laughs, the sound drawing several appreciative glances from nearby male patrons.
“Not at all, Carla! He likes you. ‘Shrew’ never passed his lips. I swear. He knows
you encouraged me to dress up when we went dancing and that it was you who pushed
me out of my comfort zone the night I met him. If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have
experienced the wilder side of life.” She smiles again, the smile of a sexually confident
woman. “And damn, that would have been a crying shame.”

The past month has been like a walking dream. While Andy and I manage to hold back
during work hours, we’ve been passionate afterward beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
A look from his dark blue eyes, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips,
his supple fingers twirling a pen during a meeting… I’ve got it bad.

I’m not sure when he slipped under my radar and became more, but I can’t ignore it
anymore. My old fears stemming from childhood when we thought my father left, my mother
struggling to provide for my sister and me, no longer haunt me as much. I want Andy,
but I don’t
need
him.

The realization my mother raised a strong woman who can provide for herself hits me
for the first time. It’s freeing to not need a man to survive, but to
want
him with every fiber of your being. To have your soul call out when he slides into
you… I’ve never felt anything like it and I don’t want to let it go.

Tonight, I plan to tell Andy how I feel. And I’m going to give him a little gift he’s
sure to love. The furry handcuffs brought a smile to my face when I found them online
and pictured us using them.

A knock on the door sends my pulse racing. Glancing down, I quickly adjust my breasts
in the red corset to showcase them. I totter over to let Andy in, taking small steps
in the fluff-tipped four-inch mules.

Without caring if my neighbors happen to be walking by, I open the door with a dramatic
flourish and strike a seductive pose. Andy’s eyes bug out for a moment. He’s speechless.
Motioning him in with a tilt of my head, I shut the door before my boldness exposes
me to passerby.

“Well, I guess you didn’t really want to watch the movie, did you?” His voice comes
out low with an edge to it and before I can respond his hands are all over me, gripping
my ass, and tilting me back for a deep kiss.

His instant arousal prods my middle as a thrill of excitement sings through my blood.
This man never ceases to draw an immediate reaction from me and I love it.

Andy’s lips lock onto mine and he kisses me until my lips swell from the attention.
“You look fantastic.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “Is this all for me or is
another lover crawling out the bathroom window right now?”

I smile at his teasing. “No other lovers needed. You fit the bill quite nicely.”

He sighs and runs a warm palm down the back of my thigh, lifting me to cradle his
erection against my mound. “With you dressed like this we’ll never get through dinner.”

“Where’s your control, Mister Super Accountant?”

He chuckles and zeros in on my neck, knowing exactly what his heated kisses do to
my insides. “You push even my limits, Carla. This poor number cruncher is only human.”

I squirm out of his embrace and saunter into the kitchen, working my ass like a trained
stripper. “I ordered Chinese. It arrived before you got here.” I turn and laugh at
his astonished expression. “Don’t worry, I had a robe on when I answered the door,
silly.”

“Poor delivery guy would think he’d walked into a Penthouse story seeing you answer
the door like that.” He follows me and gets all grabby hands again until I swat him
with a spoon.

“You need to eat. I have plans for us.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, “can’t blame a guy for trying. Especially when you look like
you stepped out of a high-end lingerie catalog.”

I smile at his appreciation of my efforts, feeling an inner glow at his high praise.
I know I’m not cover-model worthy by any stretch of the imagination, but damn, when
he stares at me like that I sure as hell feel like I am.

Once Andy wolfed down his food as fast as humanly possible, he stares at me with a
burning gaze. I know I can’t put him off anymore, nor do I want to. Teasing him with
sly glances while we ate got me hot and bothered, too. “I have something for you.
Well, two somethings, actually.”

“Hmm…? You mean besides the lingerie?”

I rise from my seat at the table and move to the counter, reaching high in a cabinet
for two small wrapped boxes. “For you,” I say, presenting him with the gifts.

Andy’s face softens at the sight of the boxes and a tender look lights his eyes. “Aww,
you didn’t have to get me anything. And I feel like a shit heel because I don’t have
a gift in return.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. Just open it and enjoy.”

He rips off the top of the smallest package first and takes out a small key chain
with two keys on it. “What are these to?”

“The first one is for my apartment.” Andy’s smile grows as I continue, “I want you
to come and go as you please. And the second one is for what’s in the next box.”

He leaves his seat and wraps his arms around me. A kiss burns between us for several
moments until he eases back to whisper, “I’ll do my best to never disappoint you and
keep you happy.”

“I know you will, Andy. It was me who needed to come around. And I have. I was so
afraid of being left by a man I never wanted to let anyone in, never allowed myself
to become intimate. But you showed me being involved with someone doesn’t have to
be scary and leave me feeling weak.”

Looking unsure of what to say, he kisses me again and mumbles a heartfelt, emotional
“thank you.”

I slide the next package across the counter to him and his face lights up. He rips
open the second one to reveal the fuzzy handcuffs. Heat floods his face and the look
in his eye becomes wild. “God, woman. What you do to me.”

I smile while slipping the cuffs out of the tissue paper. “You mean ‘what I plan’
on doing to you.” Pushing him back to his seat, I nudge him down and press his arms
behind the ladder-back chair. I straddle his lap and reach behind to cuff his wrists
together, keeping him firmly held in place.

“Holy crap, and I thought the apartment key was big.” He lurches up with his hips,
brushing his arousal against my center. “I think my dick is ready to explode from
both gifts.”

I nibble on his ear, eager to send him into a maddened state of arousal—like he does
to me. “You better settle down, mister.” I firm my tone and try for my sternest police
officer voice. “I’ve got you dead to rights.”

“Yes, sir… er, ma’am.” He stutters in his excitement. “Whatever you say. You’re the
one holding the key.”

“Damn straight, I am,” I say, rising from his lap and reaching to undo his pants.
Andy lifts his hips a bit to help me remove the jeans.

I straddle his lap again, with my thong still on, and lower myself to brush the head
of his cock over my satin-covered flesh. “Oh, that feels nice.” Andy nods, his eyes
glued to the cleavage hovering in front of his face. “I’ve got something else that
needs your attention.” Reaching down, I pull first one and then my other breast free
to sit atop the corset. The sturdy, boned material forces them high and straight,
pointing the aroused nipples directly at Andy’s face. “Do a good job and maybe I’ll
please you.”

Andy leans forward and latches onto my right breast. He sucks it in and bites down,
then draws back and laves the hard tip. Nibbling deep into my cleavage he makes his
way over to the left one. Tickling the peak with the tip of his tongue he sucks just
the dark pink areola in and pulls back, elongating the aroused flesh.

He continues back and forth from one breast to the other, sending sparks of sensation
through me with every deep pull and little bite. I press my breasts together while
undulating my hips over his swollen arousal.

“This is torture not being able to touch you,” he says, his voice rough.

“Really?” I gasp. “I don’t feel that way.”

He swallows a laugh as I cram my breast back into his mouth. The vibration of his
humor sends another tingle down my spine. “I think I want your cock now,” I say, rising
from his lap.

I mince slowly to the counter. Turning my back to him I stick out my ass and run my
hands over my hips, catching the sides of the panties on my way. The skimpy material
slides along my smooth legs and I step out and kick them aside.

Andy croaks from his chair. “How do you feel about anal sex, Carla?”

I look back over my shoulder, spread my legs a bit, and lean forward on the counter.
“I never tried it.” Licking two fingers I reach over one hip and slide my fingers
down the crack of my bottom to my waiting wetness.

Andy’s eyes are glued to my every move. I’ve never felt so sexy in my entire life.

“Oh, baby,” he says. “This is so not fair. I want to stick my tongue into you and
feast all night.”

“You mean like this?” I say, thrusting two fingers into myself. A low groan comes
from the handcuffed man as I steadily pump in and out. Andy’s cock pulses back and
forth with his heartbeat, bobbing in the light of my kitchen.

On a whim, I pull out my fingers and use one to tease the rim of my ass. “Is this
where you want to play next?”

Andy’s hungry gaze locks on my circling digit. When I slide one fingertip past the
first ring of muscle he lurches in the chair. “You keep that up and I’m going to shoot
without you even touching me.”

Eyeing his cock, I voice my fears. “I’m not sure you’d fit in my bottom. It feels
awfully tight in here.”

“Dear God, woman,” his hips jerk up and his neck muscles bulge, “either come back
over here and mount me or stop talking. The thought of how tight your little virgin
ass must be is sending me into a fit.”

Deciding he’s had more than enough teasing for the night, I do exactly as planned
and return to his handcuffed form on the chair. I straddle him again, but this time
face away, toward the counter. Sliding down, I guide his cock into my body and start
to move.

A low moan fills the air as I settle his erection in deep. “Holy Christ, your pussy
feels hot.”

I smile while sliding up; savoring every delicious second I’ve got him under my power.
One finger slips between my folds and I tickle the aroused flesh peeking out. I continue
the movements, steadily going faster as I bob on his lap. My thighs tense under the
driving rhythm I set, threatening to buckle under me.

Ignoring the strain in my legs, and focusing on the hard cock sliding in and out of
me, I revel in the moment. To think, I thought I had to issue orders to get what I
wanted in bed, when all I really needed was a damn good lover who fired me up.

“Work that clit, sweetheart. I want to feel you writhe when I come.”

The creaking of the chair and our rough breathing only adds to the aching desire building
in me.

“You’ve got to have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen,” Andy says in a rush of
air. “Once you take these cuffs off me I’m going to spread you on the bed and tongue
that tight little hole all night.”

Picturing him doing just that, like he did that day weeks ago on the conference table,
sends me plummeting over the abyss. A long jagged scream pours from me as I convulse
around him. Andy thrusts up, only inches off the chair, forcing himself deeper into
me as his own release hits.

My shaky legs finally give and I sink onto his lap, the last pulsations of my orgasm
echoing through my whole body. Andy rocks a few more times, coating me deep inside
with his pleasure.

Once my breathing stills, I grab some tissues from the table and clean us both up.
The shiny key ring glints in the room as I reach behind the chair to uncuff the sexiest
man I’ve ever met.

Andy works his shoulders a few times and leans heavily on the table to get to his
feet. “Holy crap. That was freakin’ mind blowing.” He turns and takes me in his arms,
resting some of his weight against me. “How did I ever get so lucky as to have you
in my life?”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

He leans in and kisses me, sweat moistening his forehead from our exertions. The emotion
I can no longer deny spills into our joining, binding him to me in a way I never knew
possible.

The time has come to tell him. I’ve known him for months even if I only saw the real
Andy more recently. The words burn inside, eager to leap into the air between us.
I reach up, placing my hands on his cheeks, and ease his lips away from mine.