Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (9 page)

She may have resisted before, but didn’t hesitate this time to run her hand over his cock, the heat of it felt through his pants. She pressed on it hard, smiling when he hissed between his teeth. Then taking just one finger, she slowly skated along the long length, lightly brushing over the head and ridges.

Maddox’s body trembled, grabbing her roughly, grinding against her mound. She grabbed his ass, pulling him tightly to her. Their breathing took on a fevered pitch, as did their movements. His large hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her up to straddle his waist. He laid her gently on the kitchen table, tossing her pants and panties onto the floor, leaving her in a flimsy peach colored blouse and her killer black high heels.

He undid his dress pants, shoving and yanking them down, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. Maddox wrapped his hands around her spiked heels pushing back on them until they were pressed against her ass, knees up and her pussy spread open—puffy and moist ready for him. “Hands above your head, bad girl. No hands and no kissing tonight, that’s for good girls.”

Initially, when they had started dating, she had hated that directive—and some days she still did. More than not, she found it hot, loved the denial with the sexual tension, her breasts pressed upward with her hands stretched above her—open and vulnerable, watching him intently without the distraction of kissing, the searing need and want to overcome her.

Maddox’s hot, turgid member pressed against her labia, not entering but teasing, gliding, poking, driving her mad with desire. She lifted her hips, groaning in frustration, his chuckle bringing her gaze back to his face. The muscles in his face taut with restraint and sexual need also.

“Are you ready for your fucking, bad girl?” His cock pointed upward above her pussy, her clit throbbing in anticipation of it impaling her..

“Yes, please!”

His cock jammed into her with one fluid motion, the impact, making her groan—her head tilting back. Libby attempted to wrap her legs around him, but he still had them restrained against her ass. Maddox’s hip slapped vigorously against her, the moist wet sounds of sex filling the air.

With her legs spread wide, every movement and rush of air brushed against the tight bundle of nerves released from its hood; Libby strained to rub on him, watching his cock piston into her. She loved watching him pound into her.

Looking up, she saw Maddox smiling at her. “Like watching me fuck you hard, girl? Do you like seeing my cock spank this pussy?”

“God. Y-yes! I…I think I’m coming.”

“Don’t you dare.” Maddox let go of her high heels, shoving her blouse and bra up, her nipples quickly tightening. He slapped her breasts just harsh enough that reflexively she tried to cover them. “Keep those hands above your head.”

He leaned forward suckling on each breast, pulling and biting on the nipple hard enough to turn it bright red. Libby took that opportunity to grind her mound on him, but when she tried, once again, to wrap her legs around him, she’d gone too far apparently.

Maddox reared up, slapping her outer thighs with steady, crisp slaps. “You weren’t given permission to move your legs. Back into position.” He waited until she obeyed, the spiked heels pressed against her ass, tears in her eyes, the burn in her legs surpassing her need to rub her clit on him. He slowly moved within her, rubbing her scorched skin, and crooning over her.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“I know, babygirl. Let’s get you taken care of.” He kneaded her breasts with his hands while increasing the rhythm of cock within her. He twisted her nipples, her back arching pressing herself into his hands; the aching in her womb, along with the incessant pulsing of her clit had her teetering on the edge of her orgasm.

“I need permission.” She said the words between gritted teeth, praying he’d relent and give her permission or she’d be coming without his consent.

“Yes, Libby.” His pelvis smashed into her flesh, and he pushed her knees up into her body, leveraging himself to drive deeper and harder into her, until he stiffened his hot semen spurting into her, catapulting her into her orgasms. She screamed, milking his now sensitive cock, and he moaned with each convulsion of her sex around him.

He dropped his head into her neck, exhausted, catching his breath. She turned her head to kiss his cheek, only to have him pull away. “No kissing. That’s for good girls. After your punishment, you can kiss me again, speaking of which, it’s time for your assignment.”

She rolled her eyes, groaning, hoping he had forgotten. “Daddy, you said your father knows how to handle your mother. Do you think he likes to spank her like you do me?”

Maddox pulled his semi-erect cock out of her. “I don’t even really want to go there. I suppose there’s a possibility, but it’s not something I even want to reflect on—for even a minute. There are just some things that you don’t want to know about your parents.”

“Yeah, I get that. But if anyone deserves a spanking, it’s your mother.”

“That’s enough of that, Elizabeth. We’re
not
discussing my mother and spanking in the same sentence.” Maddox tucked himself back into his pants.

Libby’s hips thrust watching him redo his belt. He gave her a lazy smile, knowing how she loved watching him do anything with his belt. He tugged her bra and blouse back into place, assisting her off the table. A swift, hard swat to her bottom had her yelping and rising onto her toes. “Sitting on that sting will keep you focused. You have a half hour. Both feet on the floor.” He pointed his finger at the chair and pad of paper, an eyebrow raised in warning.

“Yes, Daddy.” She picked up her pen, slowly and neatly writing her lines, just as he required, hoping that he was right, and the conversation would be better tomorrow with his parents. Maybe…just maybe, Pam would be sitting on a sore bottom for the phone call too.

“S
o are you trying to alienate your only son and his future wife?” David stood with his hands on his hips, his lips thinned, glaring at her angrily.

“Well, no, of course not. Why would I want that?” God, she couldn’t imagine being without her son, the thought upset her so much she felt a lump in her throat.

“I don’t know. You tell me why. Your actions will cause you to lose him, have no doubt about that, Pamela. He is going to side with the woman he loves. It’s not up to you to love her. It would be helpful for all involved, but it’s not a requirement. But for you, for us, what is a requirement is that you are civil and not instigate trouble.”

“I tried, David. But did you hear her? She wants a fu—simple outdoor wedding? It’s his first wedding. He doesn’t have kids near twenty and a divorce behind him. God, that woman has just…she’s ruined everything.” Pam’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white, and her body trembling.

“Yes, I heard
you
talking about it. What I didn’t hear was our son saying it. We need to hear his side, Pamela. You know better than to act like this. I thought we solved some of these issues years ago. Apparently, you need a bit of a reminder. I refuse to let you act like some hoyden and ruin our relationship with Maddox. I just won’t allow it. I think we need to go to our bedroom.”

“Wait…w-why?”

He can’t be talking about spanking. We haven’t done that in years.

“Why do you think? And if you fight me on it, I’ll handle it right here in the living room.” David pointed to the back of the couch.

Dear God, no!

“David. You can’t…I mean it’s been…I’m too old for this.” Pam was over fifty for God’s sake.

He chuckled. “You apparently forgot, young lady. You’re never too old. I don’t care if we’re eighty—if you deserve a whipping, you’re going to get one. Trust me on that. Now it’s up to you, but I think you’d be more comfortable on our bed, than over the back of the couch. The choice is yours.” He raised his eyebrows at her.

He’s lost his mind.

“Now, David, we—”

“Young lady, don’t push me, or I’ll blister your ass right here, right now. Decide.”

He hadn’t used that voice to her in years, and she forgot how it made the butterflies start in her belly. Her clit throbbed, instinctively she clenched her buttocks, and she had no doubt in her mind that he’d follow through with the threat.

“Fine! The bedroom.” She stomped past him, her feet pounding the wooden floor. He’d see how difficult she could make his life. She wasn’t some newly married woman, who needed a keeper. Hell, for years she ran this house while he worked sixty hours a week, she didn’t need him to take the lead role bossing her around
then,
and she certainly didn’t need it now. She had carried on just fine without his interference.

As soon as she entered the room, she put her hands on her hips spinning around. “David, this is insane. I refuse to do this.”

Both his eyebrows shot up. “You
refuse
. The rules have been in place for this family for years; you don’t get to disrespect someone and upset them to this degree without consequences. Have these or have these not been the rules of the house?”

“Well…yes, but they don’t count for this situation.”

David laughed out loud. “Oh really? I’m anxious to hear how they don’t count.”

Pam stomped her foot on the floor—hard. “Don’t laugh at me. I mean it. It doesn’t count because it’s regarding our son, that’s why.”

“First. Don’t stomp your feet at me again or I’ll add the paddle
after
the belt. Second. You’ve never been allowed to berate someone in defense of the children. I seem to remember a certain young lady getting a good ass whipping for making a second-grade teacher cry. That was you, wasn’t it?”

“You know damn well it was me, David. Don’t patronize me. I’m in no mood. This is serious!”

“Indeed. It’s severe. Let me ask you a question.” David readjusted his stance. “How would you feel in two months if you weren’t invited to Maddox’s house for Thanksgiving or Christmas?”

Well, shit!

Pam didn’t like the thought of it—at all. She always pictured herself as the loving and kind mother-in-law, understanding and accommodating. She didn’t want to be like
her
mother-in-law.

David walked up to her tilting her chin up. “Exactly. You don’t want to be like my mother. You always swore you would do whatever was necessary to keep your children and grandchildren close. Here’s your opportunity, honey. I’m not going to let you ruin it. You’ll be sitting on a sore bottom for a couple of days as a reminder of how a very grown woman is supposed to act. Then we’re going to see if we can help them with wedding plans, spending time with them so you can prove what a wonderful woman
and mother-in-law
you are—but that will occur after I blister your ass. Clothes off. You won’t need them again for the night.”

“Oh God, David, I haven’t done this in a while.”

“It’s okay; you only have to obey. Clothes.”

She pulled her pants off, tossing them to a chair by the bed, slipping off her top then her bra, placing them on top of the pile. Suddenly the room felt cold, her nipples hardening not in arousal but temperature and nerves—her skin goose bumped. She quickly pulled her panties down, stepping out of them, placing them with the other discarded clothes.

“I think some corner time may be in order.” He put up his hand, stopping her before she begged him to change his mind. “I know you hate it, but it usually sets your attitude in the correct place, and it seems like you need that before we start.”

She had hoped he would walk her to the corner—or even drag her—but instead, he just pointed expecting obedience. Pam shuffled to the ordained corner, remembering to lean forward with her nose on the wall as required.

“I want you to think about how life would be without contact with Maddox—birthdays, holidays, family get-togethers. And I’ll want to hear how you’re going to rectify this situation and the long-lasting changes you’ll be making.”

Pam didn’t want to think about not seeing Maddox. As her youngest child, she had a loving place in her heart for him. He’d been her baby longer—no one quickly following to push him out of the way. She cuddled him for a longer period, enjoying his antics and curiosity. She had never anticipated that he’d be interested in someone who was only a bit younger than herself. Libby was only seven years younger than Pam. She knew that he loved Libby, had seen the way he catered to her, serving her coffee or the small gentle touches as he passed by her.

Maddox had told both of them that he loved Libby and wanted to spend his life with her. Pam felt robbed of grandchildren—and yes, the woman had her grown children, but it wouldn’t be the same as if Maddox had them himself. He assured both of them that he didn’t want children, with the economy and many other issues. Libby and Maddox felt strongly that they didn’t want to bring any more children into the world. Besides, he was busy as a professor and dealt with young people all day—he had more than his share of youth.

All those issues aside, she didn’t want to lose him over any of them. Her love for her son needed to surpass it all. His happiness had to be her goal and as long as he was happy—they were both happy as a couple—she needed to stand behind them and support them.