Dark, Dangerous, Delicious - Control (5 page)

“Then what?” Betsy challenged.

“My God, girls. Maybe they had a discussion,” Drake offered as he winked. “Let them be.”

“No, I think maybe Dani should tell everyone exactly what happened. I think it’s time. Don’t you, Dani?” Mark turned his head slowly, the look on his face one of clear direction.

Dani gritted her teeth at first, then brushed her hand through her damp hair. My God she was sweating. Sitting up straighter, she glanced around the table and knew none of them had any clue what she was about to say.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense here,” Betsy chided.

“I have to admit even I’m interested.” Drake swirled his drink. As he took a sit he eased back into his chair.

Okay, so she was terrified what they were going to say.

“Dani.” While his tone was encouraging, Mark’s grip was more commanding.

Dani looked toward the closest table and figured, what the heck. If they heard something a bit spicy, maybe they’d go home and fuck like bunnies. Yeah, right. “Mark and I have experienced some changes in our relationship. We knew we weren’t doing very well and if things didn’t improve we were headed for divorce.”

“What?” Callie gasped. “You guys are the perfect couple.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” Steve’s tone was filled with angst.

“So what does that mean?” Betsy asked as she gave Steve a harsh look.

“It means that we decided to make a drastic change.” Dani knew the nervous tick she hated so much was appearing like clockwork.

They all seemed to be leaning over the table. “And?” Drake finally asked.

“So…so we…so Mark and I practice domestic discipline.” There! She’d said it. Ha! When every one of them remained quiet, she almost crawled under the table.

“What? In the hell is that?” Steve asked as he grabbed for and almost toppled over his drink.

Dani had the distinct feeling he knew exactly what DD was. “Mark is the head of household and as such I follow the rules we both agreed on.” Now a pin could have dropped.

“You have to be kidding me?” Betsy gasped.

“Not at all, and in truth the change has saved our marriage. Plus we’re much closer now.” Mark rubbed Dani’s back, a grin covering his face.

“Closer. Okay good. Rules? What does that when you don’t follow them?” Callie whispered the question, her face flushing.

“A spanking.”

When Steve answered, Dani opened her eyes wide and nodded. Lordie he did know. “Yes. And other methods of discipline as well.” As the information settled in, she could see such a change in their eyes, especially Steve’s. Perhaps Mark had a kindred spirit and a man he could talk to about this type of relationship. He always told her things happened for a reason.
Yeah, like being spanked in the parking lot?
She had to fight rolling her eyes.

“I need another drink or five,” Betsy said a little too loudly as she motioned for the waiter.

“Me too,” Callie added.

Dani shivered and nuzzled into Mark. She wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but knew better.

“Okay so does this mean the discussion in the parking lot was…” Betsy wrinkled her nose as if unable to finish the question.

Dani darted a glance toward Mark. You have to do this. Gulping, she tried to smile. “Yes. I was given a spanking for being rude and disrespectful and for lying about the ticket. I should have told him right away.” She could see the deer in the headlights look but also intrigue.

Callie muttered a strangled sigh.

Betsy glanced at Steve, her face paling.

“And your relationship is better?” Steve asked casually.

“Much,” Dani said as she heard Mark whisper words of praise. When Steve nodded over and over again, she had a feeling a very interesting conversation was going to be held between Betsy and Steve. Hmmm…

Wham!

The slamming door told her so many things. Dani set her pocketbook down on the entrance table and peeked around the corner. Mark was fuming all right. She had so hoped he would calm down. She’d tried to explain in the car but he remained stoic, staring at the road. She knew her explanation had made things worse. Much worse. Granted, finding out about the speeding tick then not saying anything about the texting was bad enough. Allowing her a chance to explain and yet issuing another lie was unforgiveable. The look of disappointment in his eyes had chilled her to the bone. Toward the end of brunch he’d gripped her leg, kissed her lovingly and given her the look again. The subtle yet very powerful action stated in no uncertain terms he wasn’t letting the infractions of the day go and that the mere five-minute spanking was just a teaser.

Dani glanced out the door at the gorgeous spring day, one they should merely be enjoying together, and cringed. Why had he disobeyed him then lied? And lied again?
God!
She brushed her shaking hand through her hair as she walked into the kitchen and stood quietly, watching his swallow but controlled breathing. There was nothing left to say.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” Mark said quietly.

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“The sad thing is I’m not certain you’re feeling any remorse. I honestly think you believed you could get away with lying. That’s what frustrates me.” He turned around to face her, sadness in his eyes. “I truly thought we were making headway, getting closer and now this. Why? Can you tell me why?”

The question was tougher than she’d imagined. Dani had no clue why. Was she trying to see what she could get away with or merely balking his every command? She looked away and sighed. “I don’t know why. I really don’t.”

“Well, that’s the most honest thing out of your mouth today.”

When he hesitated, merely looking at her, she fidgeted and swayed back and forth like a kid. “I’m sorry. I know I hurt you and I won’t let it happen again.”

“I know you’re have some difficulties at work and you’ve been under a lot of stress. I’ve been trying to figure out what might help. I think that for the next month we’re going to include maintenance spankings, two or three a week when I decide, to help ease your tension. In addition, no Facebook and I’m going to limit your Internet time altogether. You’ve been spending far too much time chatting and I think that’s not helping your stress levels.”

Dani opened her mouth to object, then nodded. He was right. “Yes, sir.”

“All right. Let’s make you feel better and help you understand that I won’t tolerate lying period. Get undressed and wait in the corner. I’ll be back later to give you a much needed spanking. After that, I’m sorry to say, but I’m going to wash out your mouth.”

Oh God!
She hated the soap more than anything. Lying. Why in the hell did she lie? She watched him walk out of the room and her entire body drooped, the anticipation killing her. When Mark was this calm and collected, the spanking was going to be severe. She deserved nothing less. She scanned the perimeter of the kitchen, the wide-open kitchen with lots of windows, and sucked in her breath. Their neighbors weren’t that close but if they were outside, enjoying the lovely weather, all they had to do was look over and possibly see what was happening. Now she was shaking.

Fumbling, she managed to yank off her dress, bra and panties, carefully laying them on top of the kitchen table. She’d never felt so naked in all her life. Easing into the corner, she closed her eyes and lowered her head to wait. And wait. And wait.

A full thirty minutes had to have passed before Mark came back into the room. Dani gulped as she heard the chair being dragged across the kitchen tile. Her legs were quivering, her mouth dry. The anticipation was much worse than the punishment. Well usually. Somehow she had a feeling she wasn’t going to be sitting comfortably for a few days. When she heard him clear his throat she knew the time was approaching.
Be a big girl and don’t cry, don’t fight it.
Right. She always cried, wailed and kicked out. He sometimes had to tie her down.

“Dani. It’s time.”

No one would ever know what the three little words meant and how they affected her. Shaking, she turned and moved toward him, self conscious about being naked. Siting in the hardback chair, he studied her as she approached. The look on his face was one of peace, not anger. Yep. He was pissed. When she was merely a few inches from him she stopped, closing her eyes briefly, but not before seeing the dreaded hairbrush on the counter next to him.
Shit. Shit.

Mark leaned forward and took both of her hands into his. “I love you very much and adore everything about our marriage, which is why this pains me so much to have to punish you severely. I know you want to be a better woman, as well as an obedient wife, and that’s why I’m hard on you. I want you to do well in all things. I know you crave following the rules and I am so proud of you when you do so. When you disobey and disrespect me like this? I’m just floored.”

“I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Mmm… I believe you are starting to be very sorry. Today I’m going to spank you multiple times and in between each is going to be some corner time for you to reflect. Do you understand?”

Multiple times? Oh God. “Yes, sir.” Dani was already sniveling. Sweet Jesus her ass was going to be on fire.

“Good girl. Now over my knee and I’m going to spank you with my hand first.”

The moment she was pulled over his lap her heart began to race. She palmed the floor and clenched her eyes shut. Dani was terrified but could feel the tension already draining from her body. This was exactly what she needed.

Mark rubbed her naked ass several times before stroking her back. “I love you.”

Crack!

The Train Ride

“Do you come here willingly in order succumb to my every need, share your body and sex?”

Stasia Brennan shivered uncontrollably, her nipples growing hard merely from the sound of the demanding tone. “Yes, sir.”

“You do realize what this means?”

“Yes, sir…I do…” Why was her voice wavering? Of course she knew. He wanted no less than total submission, something she’d longed for, but was terrified of failing. She closed the door with a soft click and crept forward.

“Twirl for me. Allow me to see the woman I own, the woman I’m going to fuck.”

Fuck
. God, she loved hearing the way he said the word. They fucked. They never made love. Making love was too personal. And Greg Thomas was a powerful man, wanting everything just so. Nodding, she turned around in a full circle, the movement of the train forcing her body to sway back and forth, the sounds of whistles and clicks seductive. Her pussy clenched and a bead of her juice trickled down her inner thigh.

“Mmmm… Yes, red. I approve. You do so entice me. But then you knew that.”

Of course she did. Stasia knew how to push every button. After turning back around to face him, she fiddled with the sash on her dress as she pressed her hand against the cabin door. Shivering, she clicked it closed and stole a glance out the window. Flashes of the outside world, one so used to the mundane in every aspect, filtered by at a cool one hundred miles per hour. The train ride, complete with a sleeping compartment, was his idea, one she’d looked forward to. The sinful texting he’d done over the past two days had driven her wild with desire. And he’d refused to allow her to pleasure herself. Their adventures were changing, becoming more dangerous in nature. While this was tame in comparison, the notion someone they knew could see them, witness their carnal acts, was simply too delicious to pass up. She had no doubt he’d fuck her in front of others before the night was over.

“Stasia, do you truly understand what I want?” Leaning forward, Greg gazed down the length of her, settling his eyes on her breasts. “What I require?”

“Yes, sir. I know.”

“Then tell me.”

The man she called sir love to challenge her. “To completely let go, free my body and mind so you can mold me, tame me, shape me into the submissive you’ve always wanted.”

“Good girl. And you will allow me complete control. There is no question.”

Control.
That was her nemesis. God, she had no control of her needs around him. How could she? He commanded and she responded, would do anything he asked. “Yes, sir.”

Reaching over, he wrapped his hand around a glass, bringing the crystal to his lips.

She watched as he licked the rim, every move he made provocative. Her pussy quivered in anticipation of fulfilling his every need. Sucking him was something she craved more than anything and there were times he refused to allow her the joy. He always told her he wanted her coming and going, never knowing what was going to happen next. She’d scoffed at the idea at first until she realized how much the way he handled her, training her through messages and emails, was brilliant. He was masterful in his submission of her.

As he set the drink down he eased back into the soft leather. “Breathtaking but such a wicked woman. You’re willful and opinionated, haughty and refusing to follow directions.”

“That’s why you crave me.” She knew her act was brazen as she eased her hand under the edge of her dress, rubbing the tips of her fingers along the outside of her thigh. Opening her legs, she shifted back and forth on her feet as she sighed, glanced into his lust filled eyes, and moaned. Her moves were merely for effect, to drive him into near insanity from his heightened desire for her. Sliding her fingers around to the front side of her leg, she tipped her head back, allowing a slight moan to escape her lips as she move her fingers toward her quivering pussy.

“You know the rules. That’s why I punish you., because you push back against them. And me.”

Push back? Did his voice hold an edge of discord? Stasia nibbled her bottom lip, a moment of worry flowing through her. Of course she knew the rules, but she enjoyed teasing him mercilessly and she craved his strong hand, the feel of his belt. They’d used several implements in the course of her training and discipline, but she longed for the feel of his belt more than anything. “Yes, sir.”

“You need a hard whipping tonight.”

The words alone made her shiver all over. Stasia brushed her hand through her already damp hair as her legs trembled. She’d waited for this day for far too long and they both knew this was something…well, special was not strong enough of a sentiment. There were few words to describe the way they were together, the utter bliss of their lust and how unraveled they both became around each other. Unraveled didn’t suit either. They were fire together; burning embers threatening to combust both of them and drag away every sane moment they’d ever known. They were both professionals with lives and few could ever learn about what they truly hungered for, the savage edge play they needed. By all rights she and Greg should have ended their sinful tryst months ago.