Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (11 page)

L
ibby had been wound tighter than a clock all morning. The house was clean, everything in order—everything except her emotions and nerves. She’d been barking out orders it seemed…too long

How in the hell did they think to have his parents stay for a week was a good idea? How?

“Maddox, did you change the dish towels in the kitchen like I asked you to do an hour ago?” Libby yelled from the bedroom doorway, toward the downstairs.

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, you didn’t change the towels in the bathroom like I asked.” Maddox heard her feet stomping on the floors upstairs, leading to the bathroom. He needed to resolve this little problem—now.

Maddox stealthily climbed the stairs, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching her place a folded towel on the rung by the sink. “How are you doing?”

Libby startled, jumping and whirling around. “Christ, you scared me. Don’t do that? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be filling the dishwasher?”

“Elizabeth Ann.” He dragged her name out in warning, hoping she’d calm down enough to save her ass from a paddling. “I know you’re stressed, and I’ve been doing everything in my power to alleviate that and be understanding. You do
not
bark out orders at me. You can ask and, if possible, I’ll comply. You don’t bellow down the stairs at me, and you don’t check on what I’m supposed to be doing.” He walked forward pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“S-sorry. But your mother—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence. I think you need a good fucking.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at the screen. “We still have an hour. Strip and lie on your back on the bed.”

Maddox walked to their toy box—pulling out her favorite vibrator along with a few other things. He turned at just the right time. Libby was just pulling her bra off, her shaved pussy already in view. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, the hefty globes wobbling with the movement, fluttering to the floor, her peach nipples smooth, not yet peaked—but only for the moment—he’d rectify that soon.

He nodded to the bed, and she climbed onto it, lying on her back obediently. “Knees up, spread them wide, until you feel your pussy opening up for me.” Maddox stood at the end of the bed, facing her sex to have a bird’s view.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment after all these years, and he found it adorable. He kept his features stern, burrowing his gaze into her, letting the uncomfortableness settle into her. Her legs trembled getting into position. The pink ruffled inner lips came into view as did her engorged clit, her hips thrusting, her opening winking with her spasms.

“Mmm. Aroused, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her back arched, and her hips shifted on the bed.

“I want you open to me, no interference.” He reached down clasping the cold metal bar, situating it between her feet, attaching the fur lined cuffs to her delicate ankles. The spreader bar would keep her moist sex available to his ministrations. “Give me your hands, babe.” Her small wrists were dwarfed by his large hands, placing the fur lined cuffs to each wrist and then attaching them to the bar also.

Maddox sat back on his haunches staring at the glistening, pale pink cunt. Without warning, he slapped it with just enough force to have her jumping, the chains clanking on the bar as she tried to move away. A red bloom rose on her bare, puffy lips, his hand sticky with her juices.

“You’re wet—as always, Libby. But I’d like to see this pussy a little redder I think. Will you cum quicker if I slap it lightly? Or harder? Mmm? Let’s see.”

He alternated with short light slaps just above her clit, being very careful to focus more on her mound.

Her back arched, elongating her neck, mouth open. “Oh, God.” She was close, but not close enough to come—not yet.

Maddox then lowered his hand covering the whole of her pussy with a slap, sounding wet. He kept up a steady rhythm, the skin becoming inflamed, her inner lips now also red—but still glistening, her arousal dripping from her sex, the whole of his hand deliciously coated with it.

Libby’s eye opened wide, she bit her lip, shouting from behind them. She fought to close her legs, the bar and chains rattling from her struggle.

“Uh-uh. Guess it’s a good thing we have this bar to keep the naughty girl from closing her legs. This pussy is
mine
, girl. I do what I want with it. No one interferes, not even you.” He had been slapping during the conversation, halting when her eyes brightened with tears. He slipped his long fingers into his mouth, loudly sucking them. “Jesus, you have the sweetest pussy around, Elizabeth.”

Her mouth lifted into a pleased smirk. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He leaned forward over her body, poking a finger between her lips, his erection twitching as that little tongue fastidiously licked him clean.

“Time for me to take my clothes off.” He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, undoing the sleeves first, then the front placket. Her sex throbbed, her hips unable to hold still. “You like it, babygirl? Does it make you think of a spanking? No spanking yet. This is about fucking you today—if you’re a good girl all day, I’ll spank you later. Okay?”

“Oh, Daddy.” She dragged it out with a whine.

Maddox quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you allowed to whine like that at your Daddy?”

“No, Sir.”

“Not off to a good start, bad girl.” Now bare-chested, he undid his belt, taking his time, drawing the process out for her. She enjoyed watching him remove his belt, as did many submissives, and he loved teasing her with it too.

She pressed her feet into the bed, her hips rising in arousal. He yanked it out of the belt loops, the leather slapping against the material, her chest heaving in anticipation.

He pushed both his pants and shorts, over his engorged penis kicking them off completely. His cock bounced freely as he climbed onto the bed again, between her knees. He leaned forward, pressing his dick through her slick labia, nudging her clit exposed from under its hood.

Libby gasped, her hips bucking against him.

“Christ, girl. Easy.” Sitting on his heels, he slapped her cunt, loving to watch the skin quickly change colors. “Let me pay attention to my toys.”

Hovering over her, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, the hard-as-steel tip gliding along the roof of his mouth, suctioning tightly until a light gasp was elicited from her lips. He popped it out, the tip moist and wet, looking up at his girl.

Libby worried her now red bottom lip, no doubt fighting the need to cum.

“You ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Maddox pushed himself into her hard and fast. His balls slapped against her ass as his cock pistoned her drenched pussy. In times of stress and need, his woman liked to be fucked with deep, penetrating thrusts. He made sure to pound into her, bouncing off her sensitive flesh. With her hands and ankles cuffed to the bar, open and available to his whim, he ravished her hot, spanked cunt with abandon, pounding her so hard that he swore his balls would be battered from the process.

Libby grunted and moaned each time he jammed into her, quickly turning into shouts and growls until her hips thrust up so high, her pussy squeezed his cock with her scream, milking and pumping him until that familiar tingle in the base of his spine preceded his shout. He spurted his semen into her, stream after stream with every thrust until spent. He collapsed onto her, her hot cunt still pulsing and quaking around him, her hip bones battering his own. Maddox continued to press deep into her, his hips swiveling his cock rubbing and sliding in their juices.

His girl started gasping, murmuring at first quietly. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” Her sex had his still hard but spent cock in a vice-like hold, then bucking her hips so hard his body bounced on top of her; she groaned with her second release. The growl dragged out, low and deep in her throat, until she dropped her ass back down onto the bed, exhausted.

Maddox’s cock slipped out of her even as her hips jerked and trembled under him. He kissed her neck and face tenderly. “Now that, my girl, is how you get your brains fucked out.”

Without even opening her eyes, she smiled faintly. “Indeed.”

“Been a while since we’ve done it hard and fast like that—and with a spreader bar too—we may have to play with this more often if this is the response we get.” He winked at her.

At that comment, she opened one eye and smiled at him. “I would like that, Daddy.”

Rising up on his elbows, still on top of her, he said, “Now, time for a serious talk.”

Her throat visibly worked as she swallowed, her eyes searching his face. “Okay.”

“You need to keep your mouth and actions in check, not just today, but for the rest of the week. I’ll paddle your little ass every night if I have to. Clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her ass shifted under him; he had no doubt clenching at the mere mention of the hard, unforgiving paddle.

“I know my mother is difficult, trust me, but my father and I can handle her. Your only job is to listen to me and believe me. You’re to come to me with any problems or difficulties. You will
not
wait until they’re out of hand. Understand?”

“But I know how to handle things myself. I lived a long time without a Daddy, you know.” Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips thinned.

He grabbed her chin, lowering his voice. “You have a Daddy now. You’re no longer required to handle things on your own; that’s
my
job. If you need a quick lesson on this, I’m sure I can find time to paddle your ass
before
they get here. Is that what we’re doing next?”

Libby shook her head vigorously. “N-no. No, Daddy. I’ll come to you. I promise.”

“You know what to expect if you don’t, right?” He let go of her chin, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the ever-ready paddle.

“Y-yes, Sir.” She stared at the wooden paddle with wide eyes as if it may bite her.

He nodded at her, tossing it back to the dresser, returning his unyielding gaze back at her. “Keep it in mind. Always.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Maddox leaned in kissing her lips gently. “I just don’t want you getting upset unnecessarily. I’m here to make things easier for you, babygirl.” He climbed off her, undoing her hand and ankle cuffs. “Let’s get up and get ready for them. It’s almost time.”

They quietly dressed, each in their thoughts, calm and sated. He looked over just as Libby was pulling her dress pants up her legs. He grabbed her by the arm, tucking her under his own and against his hip, slapping her bottom covered by the barely there white, nylon panties. “Maybe a little sting to this bottom will help keep you focused. And you do
not
bark out orders to me—no matter how stressed you are. Understand.”

Libby squealed, her feet stomping on the floor doing the spanking dance. “Yes, Daddy. Ow.”

The quickly turning red skin could be seen through the gauzy material, his cock twitched. “You’ll be Daddy’s good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her feet still pounded the floor.

He stopped, standing her up, her pants puddle on the floor under her feet, having come off during her little dance. “Does your backside sting, young lady?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I have more where that came from, but I think this may be enough for you today. Mmm?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy.”

He slapped her ass one more time—hard—for good measure. “Now
you
go down and finish filling the dishwasher since you had such an attitude about it.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She buttoned up her pants, walking out of the room. He smiled to himself when she rubbed her poor spanked backside before taking the steps downstairs. God, he loved this woman.
His woman.

L
ibby sat with Maddox and his parents around the kitchen table, all their wedding paraphernalia strewn about them.

She leaned over to grab the invitations. “These are the invitations we picked out, our colors are tan and blue to go—”

“Here. Let me explain the theme and where we’re getting married.” He shot Libby a look that said ‘Let me handle this’ and she reluctantly handed him the invitations, sitting back, giving him control.

Why was that so hard? Just sit back, let him handle the conflict, the emotions, and the inevitable chaos. However, her nature was to organize and coordinate—not just events or schedules, which she excelled at, but also people, places, and things. She’d thrown some great parties over the years, events that people looked forward to having been to one of her affairs in the past. Here she sat as a bystander, while Daddy handled explaining—not as well as she would—their planned wedding.

Maddox tried explaining how the venue would be outdoors overlooking the canyon and valley, with a pool nearby. Libby knew if he would just open the album she had made with pictures of previous weddings and the different views of the site, he’d have them where he wanted them. She pushed the album in front of him, casually opening it so they could see the gorgeous weddings from the past.

“Oh, my God! Is that the view?” David turned the album to get a better glimpse.

“And what if it’s raining? Or windy? You know how the Santa Anna winds can be in the fall. You wouldn’t have to worry if you were inside a
church.
”