Moving a Little Heart (10 page)

Tears mixed with the water as she felt her body encompass not just the marvelous length and breadth of his luscious cock, but his entire physical and mental self. With him inside her, she felt complete, desired and loved.

Prodding her nails along the expanse of his shoulders, Baylor rocked her pelvis along the thickness that held her connected to him, moaning as the hands supporting her bottom gripped the aching flesh. He grew more aggressive, pushing her against the shower wall and pounding his staff deep into her tight body.

His motion grew more insistent, faster, until he swelled inside her and lurched forward to bathe her with his thick, sweet juice. Baylor threw her head back, the tight chill of orgasmic joy firing from every nerve. Jake grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to his. Their breath was hard and ragged as they each panted into the mouth of the other until the aftershocks had subsided.

Her fingers stroked the tops of his shoulders and slowly dragged them down over the hair of his hard chest. She pressed her palms on top of his nipples, slowly encircling the small hard nubs and feeling his breathing staggering under her hands. They stood there in silence, the tiny droplets from the shower head dancing over their bodies, enjoying the peaceful bliss of the moment. She felt his cock slide from her, leaving her feeling empty, but satisfied. The shower continued to splash over their heads, washing the evidence of their lovemaking down the drain.

Wordlessly, Jake reached down and picked up the soap, using it to gently wash between her legs, kissing the tiny bruises on the insides of her thighs left by his fingertips. He turned off the water and reached for a towel.

"Let me take care of you," he said, patting her dry… with a little extra time spent upon her bottom and between her cheeks. Once satisfied, he quickly dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist. He carried her to the bed, setting her down with the utmost gentleness.

"I love you," he whispered, leaning over her body. "What are you thinking?"

"Just that it feels like I've known you forever."

"You were made for me." Jake grazed his mouth over her ear and then nipped her lobe. "Terry said you are an angel sent from heaven to mend all of our hearts, and he was right."

Baylor quivered under his gaze. He was so different than when they had first met. He had softened—was happier, calmer and more at peace. She liked this side of him. It was a side that no one but she could enjoy.

"You're wincing. Your bottom?"

"Yes."

"Your endorphins are wearing off. Turn over. I promised to rub it for you. I did quite a number on this sweet thing, didn't I?" he said, covering the aching flesh with his oiled palms.

"I deserved it for lying to you. I'm sorry," Baylor said, gritting her teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"I think I know what you're going to say. This spanking made you horny as hell. Don't hide your face from me. It's normal, honey."

"How can something like that be normal? I'm not one of those masochists."

"Maybe not, but you are a passionate woman whose eyes were opened to an adventure. Even in punishment, there is a sense of excitement that happens when you are helpless and exposed."

Baylor propped her chin on her arm, curling her toes as his hands worked their way down the backs of her thighs. "Owww…"

"Don't be a baby!" He smacked her bottom playfully.

"I thought I
was
your baby." She twisted to look at him.

"You are, but not at this minute. Right now, you're my big girl."

"Right now, I'm a very tired girl. You wore me out today. On several levels," Baylor said, suppressing a yawn.

"Let's put you to bed. Slide under the covers."

"Aren't you going to stay with me?"

"No, honey. Hayden and I have an agreement," Jake said, kissing her nose. "We don't spend the night until after we are both involved in the relationship."

"Do you guys do this together? You know, ménage?"

"We never have."

"Are you opposed?" she asked tentatively.

Jake stretched out next to her and leaned his head on his elbow to look at her. "We've never discussed it. It hasn't been something either of us has ever considered, and our ex never asked. Is it something you would want to explore?"

"Maybe. I've never really thought about it until just now. I mean," she brought his knuckles to her lips and kissed them, "I didn't think anyone would ever be interested in me, let alone two men."

"We are more than interested, darling. If you haven't already guessed, we've made you a part of our lives. Time for sleep, babygirl. Uncle Terry is making breakfast for us in the morning, so make sure you bring your appetite."

"Yes, sir. Did my question freak you out?" Baylor asked, suddenly embarrassed by her awakened curiosity.

"Not at all. I can't speak for Hayden, though. He might not be comfortable with it, but that has nothing to do with you."

"Strange. Of the two of you, I would have guessed you to be the more conservative one."

"Not when it comes to pleasing my lady. Stop talking and sleep."

"Or what?" Baylor asked mischievously, cuddling under the blankets.

"Don't think I won't roast your butt again this soon, brat." Jake laughed, kissing her cheek. "I'll see you in the morning, baby girl."

"Did you have a nice weekend with Daddy and Uncle Terry?" Matt asked the following Monday, the blare of Monday Night Football drowned out only by the shouts and cheers of the other dozen men in the room.

Baylor snuggled into Hayden's arms on the couch and nodded. "Most of it. They took me into the desert yesterday so I could take pictures. Oh, and I got in trouble," she confessed off-handedly, looking up at Hayden.

"Bad trouble?" He frowned.

"Really bad trouble. Jake was mean."

"He's always mean, but more than usual?"

"He used a belt on me. I will be avoiding that in the future."

"I wish you luck," Matt said. "Each of these guys have preferences. Terry's is the spoon, Jake's is the belt, I'm into paddles, and Hayden here—he loves the cane."

"Well, I'm not worried about
you
spanking me," Baylor retorted. "And there is no reason for Hayden to do anything, either."

"Keep sassing back and you'll see how worried you need to be," Matt teased. "So what did you do?"

Baylor explained, feeling Hayden tighten his hold around her. His complete attention was diverted from the television as he listened to her story.

"Wow," Matt said, whistling through his teeth, "I can't say you didn't deserve that. What's with the face, H-bomb?" he asked Hayden.

"Don't call me that. I'm not very happy with what I'm hearing."

"You are going to be called H-bomb until something else drops that is worse than what you did to us in that tent," Matt taunted, whispering the details in Baylor's ear.

She wrinkled her nose. "Boys are disgusting creatures. I'm glad I wasn't there. Ew. Are you mad at me?" she asked Hayden.

"Not angry, just disappointed. I expect more from my little girl than that."

Baylor caught the cue. He was entering into 'daddy mode'. She lightened her voice as she felt the innocent, childlike trust seep in. "I'm sorry. I'm gonna do better from now on. I promise."

"I don't like it when you're naughty. Your bottom will always end up paying dearly."

"It's still paying. I can't sit straight without shifting."

"Did it affect you?" Hayden asked, with seriousness.

Baylor snuggled closer, choosing her words as she watched Jake pummel one of his friends after a touchdown was made. "Yes. A lot, in fact. I didn't get a chance to really talk with Jake about it, coz we kinda, well…"

"Hah! I knew he would make the first move. Dude!" Matt slugged Hayden's shoulder.

"Don't tease. This is serious. I got the first kiss, that's all that matters," Hayden answered back.

"Should I not tell you this?" Baylor asked with concern.

"It doesn't bother me at all, Ladybug. Not if he was good to you. Was he?"

"Very good. But that isn't what I was going to tell you. That horrid spanking changed something in me."

"Let's go outside and talk about it," he said.

"Why don't you guys take it over to her place? None of us need to catch you sucking face," Matt grunted.

"You're just jealous," Hayden said with a grin. "You know I'm gonna get some eventually, and you aren't."

"Terry and I have chosen abstinence before we marry, and these guys won't stop harassing us," Matt explained to Baylor.

"Hmm, you know, Big Brother of mine," Baylor winked at him mischievously, "that might be an excellent idea. I do get a second chance to practice abstinence with
him
," she thumbed Hayden.

"Like hell you do," Hayden said, pulling her off the couch. "Let's go talk."

"That doesn't mean you're getting some!" Matt called from behind.

Baylor laughed as Hayden pushed her playfully in front of him. He went straight into the kitchen to make coffee, leaving her sitting on her old couch and grinning from ear to ear.

"You love to tease me, don't you?" he asked, handing her a mug.

"I do. You bring out a fun side of me that I didn't know about. Mmm. Hot chocolate? I thought you were making coffee."

"I made coffee for me. Little girls get hot cocoa."

"Am I a little girl right now?" She crossed her legs and shifted to face him. "I had some very grown-up things to talk about."

"You will always be a little girl in my eyes." Hayden winked. "You barely come up to my shoulder."

"Be serious for a minute. I need to talk to you about what happened."

"I'm listening."

Baylor explained how her emotions had twisted and turned from the second Terry confronted her with her deceit to when she experienced the very first smack of Jake's hand against her bottom. "It was shocking."

Hayden nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. When Jake spanks, he spanks hard. He takes his role as the dispenser of family discipline very seriously."

"I learned that. His hand was excruciating, but his belt," she shuddered," was deadly. I'm still a bit sore."

"Did he mark you?"

"Like in bruises? More like dark red patches, but they disappeared by the next day. Why?"

"Jake has a skill that the rest of us can't match. He can leave his victim bottomless without any significant bruises. May I see?"

"You just want to get your hands on my ass." Baylor kicked his leg gently.

"True, but I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't the gentleman I am. I bet Jake didn't ask before he grabbed that rump."

"True. He blistered it quite thoroughly without my express permission."

"That wasn't what I was talking about. And you gave your express permission when you agreed to this relationship, remember?" Hayden said gently.

"I remember just fine. I was insane. Anyway, he put me down for a nap afterwards and when I woke up, I felt… different."

"More sore?"

"Yeah, but emotionally different. I can't describe it well. It was almost like I was elated. It made no sense."

"Ah." Hayden nodded with understanding. "You went through the cleansing."

"What's that?"

"You felt clean, renewed, like all was right with the world. All the things that bothered you from the past were either gone or no longer mattered."

"Yes! That is exactly how I felt. How did you know? What's that about?" she asked.

"Did you cry?"

"Of course I cried. It hurt like hell!"

"Did you cry past the point of pain? Did you just give up at a certain point and accept your punishment? Like completely surrendered to it and stopped resisting?"

"Yeah," she answered quietly, looking down at her hands. "Mentally, I was ready to do anything to make him proud of me. I wanted to earn his approval and show him that I could be better than I was. Not because he had punished me, but because I believed I could do it."

"Let's talk about that. Isn't that how you felt when your mother and ex-in laws mistreated you?"

"No. I mean, I wanted their approval and acceptance, and didn't care about how I felt about my needs. With Jake, it was completely different. I wanted to be better for him… and for Terry. And I knew I could. There was no question about my ability. I felt, well, confident in a way I've never experienced. The thought of acceptance didn't even cross my mind. It's like, I already knew they accepted me, even when I challenged them. I felt horrible for lying to them because they didn't deserve to be treated that way. And then, after that spanking, I had no guilt. Everything was washed away."

"That is how punishment is supposed to work, baby cakes. You pay the price and it's over. It's not brought up again unless you repeat the offense."

Baylor quickly shook her head. "I am not doing something that stupid again anytime soon. No way."

"What I find interesting is that Jake made love to you afterwards. He's never done that before," Hayden said.

"He's never had sex?"

"No! He's had plenty of sex, silly. He's just never had sex after a punishment session. He doesn't believe in mixing discipline with pleasure."

"He didn't do it right away. I mean, he took me home to put me to bed, and I asked him to rub my bottom because it hurt so badly. He went to get some oil and I took a shower, and then I had a visitor." She giggled. "It was a first for me."

"You've never had shower sex?" Hayden looked surprised.

"Nope. In fact, missionary in the dark is all I've ever done. I didn't realize how, uh, unsatisfied I was until I felt Jake."

"Well, darling, there is much more for you to experience. I want to see that bottom."

"No spanking," Baylor demanded.

"No spanking." Hayden laughed in return, patting his thigh.

She climbed across his knees and settled her body comfortably on the cushions on either side of his lap. She propped her chin in her hands and closed her eyes as she felt him peel her sweat pants away from her body. He traced the edges of her pink panties and then gently lowered them away from her mounds.

"You still have a few tiny marks," he hummed, touching the places with his fingertips.

"You don't have to push on them," Baylor scolded. "Hey! I said no spanking."

"I couldn't help it. I have a beautiful bottom under my hand just begging to be smacked."

"Ow! Come on, Hayden!"

"These are love spanks. You turn red so quickly," he observed, spanking her another four times. He massaged the pink flesh, dipping his fingers between her thighs to brush against her pussy lips.
When the tip of his middle finger slid gossamer-soft over the pucker of her anus, she stilled and twisted around to look at him. "Hayden?"

His beautiful eyes were dark and stormy. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life," she said hoarsely. Between her legs, the gentle stroke of his finger became less tentative and spurred a deep yearning.

"Have you even been touched like this before?" He put the slightest pressure against her sensitive rosette, barely pressing as her hips arched into his touch.

"Never."

His free hand lifted to her hair and held it at the roots, forcing her to keep looking, her head still. "Are you saying that you have never had any anal play? Accidentally or by deliberation?"

"No. Felix said it was disgusting and made me feel, well, dirty. The thought always actually scared me, so his comments didn't bother me."

"Would you like me to continue?" he asked, drawing the slickness of her juices back to her rear.

"Yes. If I get scared…"

"You trust me enough to ask me for this. I won't do anything to frighten you." He kissed the small of her back and released his hold on her hair. "Trust is hard for both of us. If we break it, we could lose everything. I want you to think of a safe word until you are free of fear."

"I don't need a safe word. I trust you."

"Choose it." The pressure of that single fingertip became more insistent.

Baylor moaned. "Seriously."

"Perfect. Use that word if you're overwhelmed or in a panic. Sometimes things seem more intense than they actually are, and you will be tempted to say something cruel or hurtful. Use that word instead. What is it?"

"Seriously."

"Good girl." He pulled her to sit on his lap and dipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing hers slightly before retreating. As he held her, his finger rimmed her anus over and over, pushing her juices into the puckered hole. A soft growl rumbled in his throat as he felt her ring flex in a silent plea for more.

He slid his finger past the outer tightness, stopping at his first knuckle. Slowly, he began to thrust it in small strokes from behind her. "Baylor? Do you know what I am going to do to you? Say it."

"You're going to fuck me," she whispered as his hips nudged hers, pressing his cock between them.

"Look down and see what I am going to fuck you with," he said hoarsely.

She swallowed dryly as she looked upon his offering. His pulsing tool was beautiful. Long, smooth, and with a plum-shaped head that glistened with pre-cum. He wasn't as thick as Jake, but his length… yikes! Her mind spun with sudden thoughts of having both men at once. Would she be able to take them simultaneously without being torn in half?

Hayden flipped her onto her back on the couch and nestled between her legs. The tip of his cock nudged her wet entrance and Baylor scooted towards him to urge him in. He teased her, allowing only the long head of his cock to enter her slit.

"I love the way you're milking the head of my dick with those hungry little squeezes. You're going to make me come for you but, when you go off, I'm going with you. But in here," he growled, his finger finding her bottom hole again.

Baylor was distantly aware of the helpless noises spilling from her throat. Her senses were overloaded by Hayden's scent and the heat of his hard body, the feel of his cock rubbing inside her, and his finger pumping into her ass. She was surrounded by him, filled with him, blissfully possessed in every way. A climax was building in force, pounding through her, pooling in her core.

Hayden flipped her roughly to her knees and shifted to slide his length into her warm passage at the same moment he gave a quick, deep thrust of his finger into her rear. He perched over her back, slowly withdrew, and then lunged deeper. He wrapped his hand around Baylor's throat, yanked the woman's head back and took her mouth in a hard, thrusting kiss, going deep and aggressive enough to make her jerk and go pliant. An almost silent whimper escaped her mouth, begging without words for more.