Covert Cravings (4 page)

They had finished their dinner and chatted about everything except the swat with the hairbrush in the stock room of the drugstore.  It was the biggest elephant in the smallest room she could possibly imagine.  He had shut her down so artfully she didn’t dare bring it up again.  They had washed and dried the few dishes from dinner, watched some TV and were headed to bed.  She wanted to finish her blog – desperately!

“Online shopping again tonight?” he asked, as he stood up from the couch.

“Um, no.  I need to write some ad copy for the store though.  It won’t take me long,” she answered.  “Fifteen minutes at the most.”

“Ok.  Fifteen minutes.  If you’re not naked next to me in 17 minutes I’m coming to get you,” he warned, with humor in his voice. 

She stood up from the couch and was headed to her computer on the small desk against the bay window when he grabbed her and spun her around.

“Bunny,” he said, staring at her intensely.  “You know I love you.  You know that right?”

He was holding her by her upper arms, his fingers tightly wrapped around her like tiny, strong tentacles.

“Yes, Scotty, of course.  And I love you,” she replied.

He lifted a hand up to her hair, intertwining her locks in his fingers, then yanked her head back.  She gasped – stunned by the abrupt quickness of the movement. 

“Close your eyes,” he breathed.

Emily’s heart was racing.  Another first.  Her knees felt wobbly and as she closed her eyes she could feel his other hand lift from her arm and slide down her back to her backside.  He clutched her ass, squeezing hard, reigniting the burn from his one, sound swat.

“Ooooh, Scotty,” she cried. 

“Yes baby?  What?  What do you want to say to me?” he asked, breathing the words into her ear.

“I don’t know – I’m just so – oh my God, Scott.  You’re just making me so hot,” she whined. 

Dropping her hair, his hand joined its partner on her bottom grabbing both her cheeks, and before she could think he had her up and off the floor.  Instinctively her legs wrapped around his waist and she threw her arms around his neck.

“Your ad copy can wait,” he growled, throwing her on the couch.

She let out a sharp cry as she landed, and grabbing her legs he flipped her over on her knees.  Unzipping his fly he freed his cock and approached.  The hem of her dress was hanging mid thigh and with a flip of his wrist it was up and over her waist.  Her pretty red lace panties were staring at him.  Holding his cock with one hand, he breezed the other across her ass for a moment, then grabbed the elastic waist and snatched it down.  The pink imprint of the hairbrush was clearly visible and he traced its outline with his finger.

“Oh Scotty,” she whimpered. “That’s – ohhhh, that’s – amazing.”

His cock was bursting to the sight of his handiwork. The sole smack on her bottom was stirring him in ways he’d never imagined.  He wanted to spank her.  He wanted to spank her badly, but he would restrain himself and settle for only a few slaps.

One step at a time
, he told himself. 

“Have I told you what a great ass you have?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, placing his cock against her glistening door.  “Baby, it’s gorgeous – especially with that bright red mark.”

He saw her pussy undulate with the remark and accepted the invitation, pushing forward, impaling her.

Emily was beside herself.  This was a Scott she never knew existed.  When he traced his finger across the ‘mark’ she thought she would die from – from what?  Now he was taking her from behind on the couch.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked gruffly, thrusting into her with powerful, vigorous strokes.  “I asked you if you knew you had a great ass,” he repeated, but this time landing a hard slap on her right cheek. 

“Argh,” she yelped, startled by the unexpected smack on her rump.  “I’m glad you like it,” she replied, feeling foolish.

“Like it?  Baby, I love it,” he said, fondling as he continued to pump her.  “I love it a lot.”

“Scotty… Scotty,” she cried.  “Oh my God.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Smack my ass!”

Aaaarrgggh.... I said it.  I can’t believe I said it!

Not needing a second request Scott pumped her furiously, and every three or four strokes smacked her bottom, moving from cheek to cheek.  He was so turned on by watching her full, round moons turn glowing pink from his spanking, it was taking massive self control not to release his load and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself at bay.

“Play with yourself,” he said sharply.  “Come on, baby... I wanna see you come.”

Instantly, Emily dropped her hand between her legs.  Her panties were still around her thighs and his jeans were slapping against her, the rough denim adding to the heat of her slapped backside.  She soon found out her clit was swollen and sensitive, and as her fingers started their dance the reaction was immediate. 

Scott could feel her walls milking him.  He stopped his slapping and grabbed her hips, jerking her back to him.  He had never fucked her so aggressively and she loved it.  He knew she loved it because he could feel her hot juices overflowing.  But he wasn’t fucking her this way because he thought she would love it – he was fucking her this way because he wanted to!  Because he wanted to take her, possess her, control her. 

The realization spurred him on, and as he heard her breath grow rapid and her cries turn into shrill gasps, he plunged forward, then abruptly stopped.

“Oh Scott, fuck me... fuck me... why did you stop?” she cried.

“Because I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he answered, his voice cool – commanding.

‘What?  I – I ––– ooooohhhh...” she moaned. He had denied her. He had never denied her.  Not once.  Not one single time.  

Oh God.  This was in one of my blogs!  He must have read it.  He must have!

But it was a fleeting thought.  She couldn’t stand it and wriggled and squirmed, trying to entice him to do more.  She was rewarded with two very hard slaps, one on each cheek.

“No!” he barked.  “You wait.”

“Scott, please,” she begged.

“Shush!” he said sharply. “Be quiet.  Be quiet and still”.

And to his great surprise she obeyed.

Reaching forward and under her he slapped her hand away from her sex, placing his own fingers against her.  She was about to moan but recalled his decree, and bit her lip.  He circled slowly, then a little faster, then pressed and pinched her sweet swollen nub.  He remembered
reading something about pussy clamps and the thought made him pinch each of her lips.  She gasped but did not cry out.  He returned his fingers to her clit and rubbed persistently, demanding its response, and though she was quiet and still, her breathing accelerated and her pussy throbbed against him.  He knew she was nearing her moment.

“Take over,” he growled, pulling his hand from between her sex, and rising up he readied himself for the finish line.

Pulling his cock back, holding her hips in a vice like grip, he started to stroke.  Slowly at first, then a little faster, and faster, increasing his speed until he was pounding into her, listening to her cries of surprise and hunger.

Her fingers were working furiously, but he was fucking her furiously and she dropped her hand down to support herself.  She surrendered to the feeling – the intensity of his cock that was feeling huge inside her.  She could feel the orgasm building, but it was different.  It was thicker, bigger, stronger....

Oh my God.  I’m going to come with just his cock...

Never, not once in her life, had she been able to achieve orgasm without her hand constantly stimulating her clit.

“Scott, I’m…” she cried, but she couldn’t finish the sentence.  Her explosion rocketed through her body, a storm of fork lightening sparking through her.

Meeting her climax with his own he unleashed his volcanic lava, shuddering with the violent discharge of his cream, holding himself inside her, grinding his teeth as his cock
spasmed, until, in the fading moments, he listened to her wails wane and become soft whimpering moans. 

His flaccid member slipped from her depths.  He felt slightly dizzy, and kneeling down he grabbed her, pulling her on to the carpet with him, then cradled her against his shoulder.

“Bunny,” he said breathlessly. 

She clung to him, unable to speak, almost in tears from the power of her orgasm.

“Scotty,” she breathed.  “That was a first.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Coming like that – without playing with myself.”

He squeezed her, not quite sure how to respond.  Finally he said –

“I think we’re going to be having a lot of those.”

“Orgasms like that?”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure.  But I meant firsts.”

It was morning.  Early morning.  Emily heard the shower and frowned. 

Maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe it’s not early.  But it feels like I need more sleep...

Forcing herself to blink her eyes open she glanced at the clock.  7:09. Why was he out of bed?  Why hadn’t he pressed urgently against her as he had done before?

Closing her eyes she waited, knowing he would come and kiss her goodbye.  It was all so very interesting this change in their lives.  She wanted to blog about it but couldn’t because her blog was about things that weren’t actually happening to her.  Though – wow – last night.  She had screamed for him to smack her ass and he had.  It wasn’t the same thing as being spanked over his lap, but it was something.  The swat in the drugstore, that was something as well.

So lost was she in her thoughts she missed the fact that the shower had stopped running, and she didn’t hear his footfalls as he approached her side of the bed.

“Hey Bunny,” he leaning in to kiss her.

His voice startled her, but when she opened her eyes and saw him so close to her face, she pulled her arms from under the covers and wrapped them around his neck.

“Come back to bed,” she whispered.  “Please?”

“No, I have to hit the waves and get to the shop.  You know that.”

“The waves will be there tomorrow.  Can’t you skip just one morning?  Please?”

“My little love bug.  Since when have you wanted me in the morning?  It’s only  – what – 7:15? You’ve got a whole 30 minutes left.”

“But I don’t want to sleep.  I want you!”

“You’re whining.”

“I know, but I still want you.”

“I’ll call you later.”

His lips brushed hers and he was gone.

She stared at the wall and her eyes fell upon the painting she bought that he hated.  Well, didn’t hate exactly.  Scott didn’t hate anything.  He just thought it was hokey; she thought it was really nice: the sun sinking into the ocean and big billowy clouds.  Looking at it more closely she realized he was right.  It was hokey.

Sigh...

Closing her eyes she dozed, wondering why she had wanted him so badly.  She never really wanted sex in the morning; at least not until now.

* * *

Sitting on his board in the cool waters, Scott closed his eyes and lifted his face to the sun.  The warm rays felt good and he let out a long sigh. It hadn’t been easy, softly moving from the bed.  He had been as hard as a rock and would have loved to have slithered inside her warm, wet receptacle, but several things he had read were sticking with him.  One of those was that she could not take his cock for granted.  He had to teach her to truly want him.  Want him as he wanted her, but even more so.  He couldn’t remember the last time she had begged him as she just had.  Though he had taken care of himself in the shower, just the thought caused him to stir anew.

After he had surfed a few waves, showered and opened his doors, and his two sales girls were in the front of the shop capably taking care of things, he returned to his computer.  He had something in mind for their evening and wanted to do more research.  Pouring over the information was not just titillating and fun, but a whole new world was opening before his eyes, just as it had opened for her.  The fact that they were doing this independently bothered him but that would soon be over.  He just needed a little more time.

* * *

For once in her life Emily had arrived at the store before 9am.  And she was in a good mood, which wasn’t unusual, but Suzanne had noticed a change in her over the last few days. 

When Emily came in she was generally rushing and had to finish applying her make up with the store samples.  That had stopped and she was calmer.  Even the difficult customers weren’t making her roll her eyes.  Now Suzanne was watching her charm a wealthy young divorcee.  She wished she had Emily’s ability with people, and lately it had been even more impressive. 

The phone interrupted her thoughts, and picking it up she smiled when she heard Scott’s voice.  Placing him on hold she caught Emily’s eye.  Emily told the customer she’d be right back and hurried to the counter.

“It’s your, hunk,” Suzanne informed her, her envy evident.

“Thanks, I’ll take it in the back,” Emily replied.  “She needs a size 9 in the black dress with the rhinestone neck.”

Suzanne walked quickly to take over the sale and Emily breezed through to the backroom. Scott didn’t call her often, he was too busy with his own business and she knew he didn’t like to interrupt her day, so she always took his call when he did.  It would be important.

“Hey Bunny,” he said sweetly.  “You know those black satin panties and matching bra?”

Emily quickly sat down on the edge of the desk, feeling her pulse accelerate to an alarming degree… He was calling her about her lingerie?  Another first.

“Uh huh,” she replied

“Tonight when you get home, put them on and wait for me in the armchair.  The big one by the fireplace.”

“Scotty,” she breathed.  “What––?”

“No questions,” he said firmly, interrupting her.   “I’ll be home around 7:00”, and the line went dead.

Nadia Comaneci sprang up from the floor and started to back flip around her stomach.  She realized she was still gripping the receiver and placed it back on its cradle.  There was a warm growing moistness between her legs.  It was going to be a very long day.

At 5:30 when Scott closed the doors of the Surf Shop and climbed into his truck, he was a man with a mission.  He had some shopping to do, which he believed would take about an hour, but there was one more thing he wanted to research a little bit more before he left: the issue of a discipline spanking.

It was all well and good to smack her butt during sex.  Clearly she loved it, as did he.  But spanking for punishment?  He wasn’t sure if it was something he was prepared to do, or even wanted to.  He needed clarification – a better handle on it – before returning home.

There was a great deal of information available but the more he read the more confused he became, until he decided to end his late afternoon foray into the world of
BDSM by reading a ‘confession’ story.  It was as if it had been written just for him.  Penned by a submissive, it talked about her need for regular discipline.  Though she might dread the hairbrush or the crop or the paddle, each corrective punishment made her feel whole and relieved, and her Dominant had broken her of most of her bad habits.  It was a simple tale.  A sincere one.  All the articles and features went out the window.  A submissive and her truth, it spoke to him.

Emily and her foibles: the dishes left ‘soaking’, the clothes she would leave strewn about, and of course her tardiness.  He couldn’t remember the last time she had not kept him waiting. 

It was a turning point for Scott.  He would have no trouble spanking her cute little ass for every one of those misdemeanors.  Not only would he not have any problem – he was really looking forward to it.

Locking up the shop he felt invigorated and motivated.  He wasn’t intending to spank her soundly that evening, but it would happen, and he was determined it would happen sooner, rather than later.

At 6:15 Emily was scurrying around their house.  She didn’t know why, but she wanted everything spic and span.  Domestic duties were not her strong point, not by a long shot, but she vacuumed and put away her clothes, tidied up his surfing magazines and her fashion ones as well.  She wiped down the counters in the kitchen and changed the sheets on the bed.  She was a nervous Nellie to be sure, and when she finally finished it was 6:45.  She only had 10 minutes to shower, change and apply fresh make up.

Oh my gosh,
she yelled to no one as she dashed into the bathroom. 
I’ll never make it!

At precisely 6:55, Scott climbed from his truck carrying a paper sack and entered from the garage into the kitchen.  He stopped, glancing around.  Something was different.  It took a minute before he realized the kitchen had been completely cleaned up. 

That’s interesting,
he thought as he meandered into the living area.  Emily was sitting in the armchair in the requested bra and panties.  She smiled at him and he walked forward, dropping the package on the sofa.  Looking across the room he saw it too had been straightened up, and vacuumed. 

“Hey Bunny.  Place looks great. You’ve been busy.” he said, leaning down and kissing her on the lips.

“Thanks,” she whispered.  She was out of breath, having sat down just seconds before he walked in.

“I have something for you,” he said sweetly.  “Something I think you’ll like.”

“Cool,” she replied, and lifted her arms to place them around his neck, but he grabbed her wrists and gently lowered them down.

“Uh uh – nope.  Not yet,” he said, placing them back on the arms of the chair.

Oh my God.  Scotty, I love this! 

She watched as he sat on the couch and reached into the bag, then paused, looking across at her.

“Close your eyes, Bunny.  Don’t want to ruin the surprise!”

Emily’s heart was racing as she did as he said.  She could hear the rustling of the paper, then more rustling.  It sounded like cellophane being ripped open.  He was walking to her now, and something was being placed...

...
OH MY GOD...  A Blindfold.  Aaaarrgghhh.... I can’t believe it!

“How does that feel?” he asked, kissing the top of her shoulder.

“Scotty,” she stammered.  “It’s very – uh exciting.  I love it.  I really do love it.”

Scott was pleased.  He wasn’t sure if she was going to be coy with him and protest, or pretend she didn’t want it as badly as he knew she did.

“There’s more,” he promised.  “And if you accept it I think you’ll be very happy you did.  You can consider this a very big thank you for cleaning up the place,” he said, moving back to his bag of tricks.

Emily was beside herself.  Whether he really had found out about her secret blog or he had picked up on her vibe and come to this all by himself she didn’t care.  She was just thrilled to bits that it was finally happening.  At least some of it anyway.

“I have some soft cotton rope.”

As confident as he was that she truly wanted to experience all this, never having ventured into the realm before, he didn’t want to scare her.  Some of the articles he had read warned about reality not living up to fantasy and had advised moving slowly.

“Oh Scott, how wonderful,” she breathed. 

Scott smiled.  No worries there!

Wrapping each wrist separately he secured the ends of the rope to the back legs of the chair, forcing her arms straight down, well out of the way of her body.  He tied her ankles around the front legs, assuring her thighs would be kept well apart.

“There now.  Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes,” she squeaked.

I can’t believe this is actually happening.  He’s tied me to this chair. Oh my God!  What’s he going to do next?  He can’t fuck me like this!

She could hear the rustling of the bag again.  Then more sounds she couldn’t quite discern and he was moving around. 

“Ok baby,” he crooned, his lips kissing her neck, then the top of her breasts, held up so beautifully by the bra.  “I’m going to take a shower now.  You just stay here and relax for a few minutes.”

Whaaat?  He’s leaving me?

“While I’m gone I want you to think about my cock.  You really wanted me to crawl back into bed and make love to you his morning.   What I need you to think
about is this.  You have never wanted me to make love to you first thing in the morning.  What was so different?  When I come back you can tell me.”

“But Scotty…”

‘Shush.  I’ll be back shortly. And I’ll want the answer,” he finished, firmly, and she heard him move away.

Ok, so this is – amazing.  This is absolutely incredible.  Oh my gosh.  I can’t wait to talk to Sam. 
Aaarrggh... it feels even better than I thought it would feel…

... and Emily, blindfolded and tied up, her mind spinning, attempted to concentrate on the question he posed.

* * *

The hot water sprayed across Scott’s body.  He was so turned on he was ready to jerk himself off right there and then, but he had other plans for his climax.

He’d had no idea he would love the game as much as he did.  To see her tied up and blindfolded, completely at his mercy, was like riding a giant wave all the way to shore.   And it was obvious she loved it every bit as much as he was.  Perhaps even more. 

Toweling off quickly he donned a bathrobe and hurried down the stairs.  When he walked back into the living room his cock wanted to burst just at the sight of her.  He moved over to where she sat and traced his forefinger down her arm.

“So – do you have an answer for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I do.  I think it was because you usually want me, and this morning you didn’t, and it made me feel kind of – I don’t know – lonely?” she stammered.