Devon's Discipline (16 page)

“You make me sound much more creative than I am. I could have shuffled them if I needed to, but I just played around with my courses.” Donovan shrugged. “I guess either way would have worked.”

“Why would you go through so much trouble?”

“You and Lucy stayed on campus over the summer break when everyone else went home. Ben and I made arrangements to accommodate that and keep an eye on you, but you were Lucy’s friend. I tell you with one-hundred percent certainty if you had been mine to protect, then you would not be in this position now.”

Devon shook her head. “I’m having a really hard time believing all of this.”

“You can believe whatever you want.”

“I get it, okay? You went through a lot before we met and if you’d approached me with your methods, I would have run to security faster than even you can move.”

“Speaking of my methods, you have been way out of line.”

“Can we please eat first?” Devon blinked her eyes up at him innocently and pouted for good measure.

“Couch.”

“No, my name is Devon, not couch.”

“You’re something else.” Donovan flipped her over his shoulder and carried her into the living room. “You constantly push my buttons. Why?”

“Because I don’t have the owner’s manual…” Devon bit into her lip before her attitude really peeked through. She had to admit she loved being carried around, even with a punishment on the horizon.

“You are already in trouble, why plow forward and make it worse for yourself?” He stood her back on her feet in front of the couch, unbuttoned her pants, and slid them down over her hips.

“I don’t know… I haven’t been thinking clearly.” He sat on the couch and pulled her over his lap, and she rested her head on a one of the cushions and fretted.
Why am I pushing again?

“Don’t worry, I’m about to help with your issue.”

True to his word, he began spanking her, the smacks landing in quick succession and she began to find it hard to catch her breath. “I’m sorry!”

“For which part?”

“I’ve been so demanding and bratty and awful, when you’ve helped me this whole time.” She felt him run his hands down and over each of her globes. His touch soothed but it also meant he was prolonging her punishment.

“I knew you would eventually piece it all together.” Then Donovan began to spank her again, the speed increasing along with the intensity.

“Hardest puzzle ever,” Devon muttered, then wailed as he landed the hardest smack he’d given her so far. He dealt five more searing blows to each cheek until she began sobbing with abandon. She desperately tried to catch her breath as his hand moved up to stroke her head.

“I like your spunk, but I don’t want to punish you so often. There are so many more things I’d rather be doing with you.” Donovan moved her into a sitting position on his lap and held her close as he waited for her to calm down. When her breathing slowed, he stood her up and tugged her pants up and over her hips. “You need to behave. Clear?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “What do you want to do to me?”

He pulled her back into his arms. “When your ass stops burning, I’ll gladly show you.”

“With how I’ve been acting, I fear it will be burning for a long time.” Devon curled around him and calmed down.

“Think of it as motivation to behave.” Donovan kissed her quickly. “Right?”

“I’ll try.” She kissed him back, then leaned in and deepened the kiss.

“Then you better get comfortable sleeping on your stomach.” Donovan broke their kiss and smirked. “Keep in mind the semester is almost over. I know you can make it.”

“If I don’t, should I be afraid I’ll be taking my exams standing up?”

“Definitely.” He scooted her off his lap. “Now let’s go eat. Something smells amazing.”

* * *

Devon sat in the local dress shop and looked over her final report card again. She’d managed to get through all of her finals with flying colors. Two classes were passed by the skin of her teeth, but all the others were very decent, especially considering the events of the semester. Much to her chagrin, she’d pulled off an A minus in Supernatural 101. Her hard work had paid off and she’d found out the final project had been awarded a solid A. Donovan didn’t play favorites as she’d literally busted her ass to get such a high grade.

“Your gown is ready, Miss Dawson,” the shopkeeper called out to her. She had found a very reasonably priced one and had been able to afford tailoring due to Donovan’s thoughtful gift.

Devon made her way to the counter. “Thank you!” She grinned and paid the woman. Nothing would ruin her night tomorrow!

Devon hurried home and ran the garment upstairs. She hummed as she bounded downstairs but nearly took out Donovan on the way down, who barely side stepped out of her way. “You can totally move so much faster than me! What was that?”

“Sometimes I forget I can.” He gracefully shrugged. “Did you get the results back from all your professors?”

“Yes! I totally aced everything. At least mostly,” she giggled. “Okay, well, I did really amazing except for in Logic and Economics. Those two I just passed.”

“Really?” Donovan grinned wickedly. “You should be rewarded.”

“Oh?” Devon felt a huge wave of heat flush over her. The look on his face made her want to jump him.

“Mm-hmm.” He looped his arm around her and led her into the living room. Then he made fast work of her clothes until she stood naked in front of him.

“Naked rewards?” she questioned as he ran his hands over her. His touch made her even hotter. “Ooooh…”

“Lean down and put your hands on the coffee table.”

Devon bit her lip.
What does he have in mind?
She bent until her breasts rested on the table.

“Very nice.” Donovan flicked the small nub in between her legs and made her moan. “It’s about time you listened.” He dragged his nails down over her butt, then smacked it once.

Devon jumped. The smack felt different and not like a punishment at all. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Shhh.” Donovan slid his hand up the back of her thighs, then dipped his fingers inside her heat. He moved them in and out, but his position behind her changed the angle and it felt delicious. He increased the speed until she arched up on her heels.

“Oh!” Devon whimpered as his fingers left her pussy. Before she could beg, four quick slaps struck against her mound and she nearly came from the sensation. His fingers found their way inside her again, then alternated through the same cycle until she nearly cried with the need to come. “Please?” she begged with abandon.

“Not yet.” Donovan ended with a series of slaps against her pussy. “Now bend this way.” He urged her over the couch and she heard the soft clink of his belt buckle over her shoulder.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in anticipation of his cock, but instead his belt snapped once across her entire backside. Devon opened her mouth to protest when he caressed both cheeks. “Oh…”

“Does it feel good?” Donovan let the leather kiss each side of her bottom very softly. It left the naughtiest sting and confused her.

“How did you do that?” Devon moaned again as his belt bit her upper thighs lightly. It made her jump with pleasure as it moved up and over her cheeks until her breath became ragged.

“Just enjoy it.” Donovan pressed himself against her back. He licked up and over her shoulder, then stopped at the base of her neck. “May I have your permission?” He nudged against the curve of her chin.

“Yes,” she whispered as his tongue darted downwards.

Donovan needed no other encouragement. She saw his clothes pool to the floor only seconds before he slid himself inside. He continued to pump against her while she struggled to make appreciative sounds. He took her breath away.

“I thought you—” Devon managed to find her voice but he covered her mouth with his hand.

“Shh.” Donovan trailed his free hand down her and began playing with her clit. The sensations crashed against her and brought her higher. She moaned under him, now very close to climax. “Not until I tell you to.”

Devon’s eyes flew open at his words.
How can I control it?

“Just like this.” Donovan increased the speed of his thrusts, then slowed down. He did this several times, each time building her up a little more. Just when she thought she would go mad with desire, he kissed under the spot where her pulse lay. “Come for me now.”

Devon screamed under his hand as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had rocked her body while his teeth pierced her skin. The mixed sensations of the sharp pain from the suckling on her neck and the ecstasy of his cock buried inside made her wild as she rode the wave of endorphins.

* * *

“Devon?”

“Yeah?” Devon blinked her eyes open and found herself curled up on Donovan’s chest. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied with a smirk on his lips. “I’m really proud of you for all the hard work you’ve done.”

“I owe a lot of it to you.” She kissed him sweetly. “Thank you.”

“I have something special planned for tomorrow. You deserve it.” Donovan kissed her back, then sat up. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” She retrieved her clothing and dressed.

“You got through a really tough semester and fought to stay sober through exams. I just helped with guidance.”

“I would say you’re pretty good at it,” Devon teased as he found his clothes and got dressed.

“Pretty good?” Donovan picked her up in his arms. “Huh? Just pretty good?”

“Fantastic! Also superb!” Devon laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Epic.”

“Mm-hmm?” He grinned wickedly up at her. “Dinner can wait since I’d rather devour you again.”

“Right now?” Devon giggled as he set her on the edge of the couch. “This instant?”

“Brat.” Donovan kissed her deeply then laid her back against the cushions. He trailed his hand down until it rested on her hip. “Take your clothes off before I owe you an outfit.”

“I’m so up for a shopping trip,” Devon teased. “I look great in cool colors.”

“You think now that you passed you can make demands?” His eyes flashed dark for a moment, but then his smile broke through.

“See? You can’t even pretend to be mad.” She ran her hands along his body and stopped at his neck. A bold idea jumped out at her and as they were in such a playful mood, she decided to go for it. She sat up slowly and licked upwards until she reached where her fingers were caressing his neck.

“What are you plotting?”

“You’ll see.” Devon dragged her teeth lightly over his neck, then bit down. She kissed and sucked until he moaned under her mouth.

“Stop…” Donovan threw his head back, away from her teeth “…don’t do that.”

Devon pursed her lips and frowned. “I can’t be sexy and bite—” Her words died as he switched their positions and pressed his mouth to hers.

“I like it too much, and it could trigger a part of me I’d rather not let out,” Donovan admitted when he broke the kiss. “I’m still going to eat you though.”

“You know what they say about guys with big teeth!” Devon burst into a fit of giggles. She couldn’t think about the threat he was admitting to. They were having too much fun. In response, he waggled his eyebrows and tugged down her pants.

“Mm-hmm. Laugh it up, little girl.” Donovan slipped his fingers in the waistband of her panties and removed them in one fluid motion. He parted her legs and gently smacked her clit.

“Oh!” Devon arched her hips upwards. The new sensation confused her. She would barely tug on the small pleasure nub, but his light smack had made her gush.

“Hmm? You like that?” Donovan drummed his fingertips rapidly in the same spot and caused her to arch up again.

“Oh, please? Make me come again?” Her breath had become ragged again.

“Say pretty please,” Donovan smirked as he dipped his head down between her legs.

“Pretty, pretty please?” Devon barely got the words out when he kissed the lips between her legs and slid two fingers inside her.

“Absolutely.”

Dinner would have to wait.

Chapter Six

The night of the ball arrived and Devon fingered the soft ruffles of her gown as she twirled once more in the full length mirror. Her hair hung in soft black ringlets and the multiple shades of purple in her dress played nicely off them. She slipped her mask on and pulled the laces tight. What did Donovan have in mind? She walked down the steps into the kitchen but didn’t see him. Her cell phone beeped as a text came through from Barbi.

Meet at the hall?

Devon texted back her agreement and made her way outside. He never said what time to meet him. If everyone was wearing masks, how would she find him?

* * *

Barbi had been super enthusiastic about going to the party with Devon, but within moments of entering the hall, she’d hugged her and then disappeared into a sea of masked characters. Devon knew she couldn’t be mad since she hadn’t wanted to go in the first place. Still, what would she do all by herself?

“Fantastic. I’ll just be another wall flower,” she muttered and found the punch. After two tiny glasses she worked her way back towards the large floor. She spied a few couples leading others in a modern type of waltz and in their costumes they looked elegant and sophisticated.

Something moved out of the corner of her eye and she saw a man beckoning her to come closer. Her stomach fluttered as she reached him and he took her hand in his.
It’s just Donovan chill out!
There were couples all around, but she paid them no mind as he twirled her against him and then out onto the dance floor. His cologne mixed deliciously with the fresh flowers around them and she fought the urge to throw herself at him.

Donovan dipped her downwards, then tilted her body up slowly. He looped her arms around his neck and tugged her close. She felt his erection press into her and she gasped as he dipped her again. Each touch of his hand against her made shivers run up and down her spine. No one else had ever had the ability to spark such passion inside her.