Nerds Are Freaks Too (3 page)

“My sexual interests?” Confused, it was Roxanne’s turn to
frown. “I like men.”

“That’s good to hear, but that’s not really what the site
and its members want to know. Sexual interests include spanking or hair pulling
or—”

“Hair pulling? Why would anyone— Whoa!” she yelped. Leo had
grabbed a hold of her ponytail and tugged it back. Hard.

While she stared up at the vaulted ceiling, Leo shifted
closer, his body invading her personal space. Her palms grew slick and her
thighs parted of their own accord. If he pushed her back on the couch and tried
to take advantage of her, she’d so let him.

“Do you feel that pleasurable pain?” he asked, his voice
barely above a whisper. “Now imagine that pressure intensifying twofold as your
lover does it while taking you, surging inside you, riding you hard. Now—do you
see the draw?”

Roxanne squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes,” she gulped. “You can
put me down for hair pulling.”

Leo tugged on her ponytail twice before letting go. “Good
girl.”

While Roxanne slowly recovered and tried to figure out why
she was so turned on by Leo’s simple praise, he went down her personal sexual
checklist. Surprisingly, she said yes to all of them except for foot worship
and girl-on-girl. Roxanne was
so
not a fan of toe jam or potentially
sharing her clothes.

“What about spanking?”

Roxanne felt her butt cheeks flex. “What about them? I mean,
what about
spanking
?”

Leo rested his elbows on his thighs. “Are you interested in
being spanked?”

“Well, I never liked it as a kid.”

“Then that’s a no.” Leo reached out to click the no box, but
Roxanne grabbed his elbow. He turned his head and looked down at her. “Yes?”

“It’s not the same, is it?”

Leo rolled his shoulder and Roxanne resisted the urge to
bite into him. She could
so
eat him up right now. “Depends on your
partner. Everyone has their limits.”

Days later, Roxanne would question why she said what she
said next. “Do you think you can help me find my limit?”

Leo cocked his head and Roxanne almost lost her moxie.
Needing to defend her reasoning, she continued. “You know, a girl can’t say yay
or nay without at least some kind of prior experience.”

Roxanne knew she was sending mixed signals. But…why
not
him? Leo was both a man and seemingly well-versed in the lifestyle she so
desperately wanted to explore. Better to test her tenacity with a friend than
wasting some stranger’s time. Plus, she trusted Leo with her life. She could
certainly trust him with her behind.

“Are you asking me to spank you?”

“Yes. I want you to spank me.”

Roxanne’s brown eyes widened, as if she were as surprised as
Leo was. He thought he saw a hint of pleading there as well. Her eagerness
teased his dominant side, but he wasn’t going to bite—not yet, anyway.
Remembering the three Ts, Leo smiled at her then turned back to the computer.

Even when her hand tightened on his elbow, he shook off the
urge to flip her onto his lap and remained motionless. She needed to know who
was in charge.

“Will you spank me, Leo?” she asked so innocently his heart
lurched with guilt.

If Roxanne knew her present state of arousal had all been
orchestrated with the help of an old and unbelievably wise Sicilian boxing
coach, she’d kill Leo, but not before she gutted like a catfish. In truth, he
didn’t care. He wanted Roxanne so badly he’d sell his first born son to Rumpelstiltskin.

He glanced at her. “I’m waiting on you to say ‘please’.”

Her eyes widened again, reminding him an anime character.
Then, as if coming out of a trance, she blinked. “Leo, will you spank me,
please
.”

Her assent moved Leo more than he’d expected. His heart
started to drum almost violently and his balls tightened. Without a word, he
reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her mouth parted with a soft
sigh and a shiver racked her body.

“You know this is only a spanking between friends and not
the real thing, right?”

She licked her lips. “That’s why I think a taste should be
sufficient.”

Stifling a groan, Leo fanned his legs outward to relieve the
tightness in his ball sac. It didn’t keep his cock from growing hard as a
brick.

“We should establish a safe word. If it gets too rough and
you want me to stop, say red. If you want me to pull back some, say yellow. And
if you want more, say green.”

Leo almost laughed when her mouth formed a perfect O. She
really
was
vanilla. His lust somewhat abated by her naïveté, Leo sat
back against the couch’s overstuffed cushions and drew her onto his lap,
needing to gauge her reaction to his touch.

Roxanne immediately stiffened. Her hands rested in her lap
and her legs jutted out awkwardly, reminding him of a wooden puppet. Leo smiled
to himself. All he needed was a glass of water and they could tour Chicago’s
comedy circuit.

“Relax, Roxie. You need to trust that I’ll be gentle.”

To his amazement, she expelled another sigh and did as he
commanded. Her body went limp and she leaned into him, the heavy weight of her
right breast and the warm press of her soft bottom rocking him. If he was a
lion, he would’ve roared. Instead, he patted the open space next to him.
“Stretch out across my lap, head and chest here, and try to relax.”

The new position shifted the hem of her top, exposing a
mouthwatering swath of glowing skin the color of dark-brown sugar. Of course,
he suspected she would taste ten times sweeter. At this angle, her waist
appeared even more narrow, her hips and ass fuller.
Fuck!
She was so
beautiful. Leo tipped his eyes upward and prayed for strength. It would be so
simple to flip her skirt up and take a bite out of each butt cheek.

Testing her, Leo rested his palm on her lower back. She
stiffened under his hand but this time Leo held his tongue. A good submissive
only needed one correction.

Roxanne sucked in several shallows breaths. On the last
exhale, she relaxed slightly and crossed her arms, resting her cheek against
them. “Okay, I’m ready,” she murmured.

Not quite as stiff as a board, she was still pretty tense.
Unable to hold back any longer, Leo raised his hand and let off some steam.

Half expecting her to cuss him out, Leo hesitated after the
first slap. He’d hit her harder than he’d planned. He couldn’t help it. His
primal instincts had roared to life and his lust had run away with his
self-control.

Before he got carried away, Leo looked down at her. “Red,
yellow or green.”

To Leo’s surprise, she whispered, “Green.”

Given the green light, Leo loosened the reins and let go.
His lust demanded it. If he couldn’t gain release through his cock, he would
reach the same sexual satisfaction from dominating her flesh.

Steadying her with a hand on her back, Leo raised his hand
again and let it rip.

“Oh!” She started, her torso rearing up. Leo guided her back
down. She hadn’t used the safe word. And until she did, he wouldn’t hold back.
He lifted his hand once more and let it fall, harder this time.

Leo’s breathing quickened as she wiggled and moaned, her
round flesh quivering under his palm. “Green!” she squealed.
“Green…green…green…”

Her response fueled his desire and he gave her what she
demanded, spanking her again and again, each time harder and harder.

“How does it feel?” Leo asked. His voice sounded gruff and
disembodied. He felt like a man possessed. If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow
soon. And he didn’t want that. If he was going to come, he wanted to do it with
his cock buried in her mouth or pussy, not still nestled in the safety of his
jeans.

“I definitely— Ah!” she sucked in a breath when his hand
landed across her backside again. “I really like spanking.”

Leo growled. He’d never been this sexually frustrated in his
life. Not even in junior high when Keisha Johnson-Miller used to flash him on
the playground. And the feel of Roxanne’s wiggling butt cheeks only intensified
his longing.
Damn!
He wanted to witness his handiwork. If she were his
lover, he could yank up her skirt, yank down her panties and plunge his fingers
into her core. Just imagining a blush tattooing her brown skin had pre-cum
leaking from his cock.

Leo squeezed his eyes shut. His leg muscles tightened and
breathing seemed impossible. She was just too warm and luscious. And totally
oblivious to the havoc she was causing. She moved over him, rocking her hips
over his crotch—

Leo’s hand stilled in midair.

She was dry humping him.

He wanted her to come, but not like this. “Roxanne, stop.”

“Stop what?” she panted, her hips gaining momentum.

“If you don’t stop dry humping me, we’re going to end up
fucking. Our friendship be damned.”

When her hips suddenly stilled, he bit back a groan. He’d
half hoped she would disobey.

“Sorry,” she whispered, finally sitting up and sucking all
the heat from Leo’s groin. “I guess that wasn’t very friend-like of me.” She
laughed nervously and Leo couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips.

“No it wasn’t, but of course you know I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” she murmured as her gaze darted away. “I, ah,
better see you out…long day at the boutique tomorrow.”

Leo’s balls shrank in his boxer shorts but he understood.
This was all too new to her. Hell, it was a shock to his system as well. Just
this afternoon, he’d divulged a secret he’d been holding close to his heart for
almost ten years.

As they stood, he reached in his back pocket for his wallet.
Better that than tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her upstairs to her
bedroom. Taking his time, he pulled it out then fished inside for a business
card.

“Can I borrow a pen?”

“Sure.” Roxanne looked around the room as if seeing it for
the first time. Leo smiled to himself. She looked like she had no clue which
way was up or down. After some disorientation, she handed him a pencil she’d
located in the sofa table behind the couch. Leo scribbled onto the back of his
card. “Your profile’s almost done. This is your username and password. You
should have no problem completing the rest of the questions.”

Leo handed her the card and noticed she took pains to avoid
his touch. It didn’t bother him. The damage was already done. She wore his
handprint on her ass.

“I might not be a fan of your decision, but I’ll help you
weed out all the weirdoes and undesirables if you want.” While she stared down
at the vanilla-colored business card, Leo wondered what she was thinking. So
much so, he wanted to kiss it out of her.

She finally looked up, meeting his gaze with a dreamy
expression. “I’ve always appreciated you being my moral compass,” she murmured.
“So, that would be nice.”

Nice?
Far from it
, Leo mused.

He was going to use her curiosity to drive her right into
his bed.

Chapter Three

By the time daylight crept through the sheer panel curtains
in Roxanne’s bedroom, her body was still screaming for release. Frustrated, she
rolled over onto her back.

“Ouch,” Roxanne yelped. Turning over quickly, she rested on
her side. Her backside was still sore from last night. Too bad she couldn’t say
the same for her cunt.

Roxanne lifted her fist and punched the nearest pillow. Why
couldn’t he have allowed her to keep going instead of throwing an ice-cold
bucket of reality in her face?

Who would’ve thought getting spanked could be such a
delicious punishment?

“You just want to be friends,” Roxanne sneered, mimicking
the lame excuse she’d given him. Her lip curled in self-disgust. Once again her
hard-headedness came with harsh consequences—the female equivalent of blue
balls. If only she’d just given in, she’d be sated and grinning from ear to ear
right now.

Even better, Leo would still be here, spread naked across
her queen-sized bed. His long, lean body would reach from end to end, but she
wouldn’t care. She’d pounce on him, demanding another round.

Groaning loudly, Roxanne grabbed one of the pillows and
clutched it close. Self torture in the form of celibacy could be a bitch.

But it doesn’t have to be, does it?
Roxanne’s eyes
popped open. She might not have a lover, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get
off, especially when her unrequited sexual desires had resulted in a sleepless
night. Of their own accord, her hands slid down her body as she rolled onto her
back gingerly, mindful of her sore behind. She fisted the hem of her yellow
nightie and hauled it over her hips. There wasn’t any need to be sexy or a tease
since she was alone.

“Alone, but still going to moan!” Laughing at the corniness
of her rhyme, Roxanne lifted her hips and chucked the nightgown’s matching
panties.

“What would Leo do?” she wondered aloud. Considering he was
a red-blooded man, he’d probably go straight to the source. Roxanne reached
between her legs and touched herself. The shorn curls covering her mound
tickled the palm of her hand. She applied more pressure and started to rock her
hand back and forth.

“Mmm.” She hadn’t expected her core to be so wet.
In this
case, it seems that if I don’t use it, I won’t lose it
.

Loving the power of working her own body, she applied more
pressure. When she slowed her pace, she moaned; when she quickened the sweep of
her hand, her hips shot off the bed. So close, yet still so far from the
precipice that would finally give her some respite from last night.

Roxanne snuggled deeper into the pillows, then tried inching
herself higher, half lying down and half sitting up. In truth, the position
didn’t matter; she needed
more
. “Damn, where’s a vibrator when a girl
needs one!”

Always willing to adapt to life’s circumstances, even when
it came to sex, Roxanne pressed three fingers together and, licking her lips in
anticipation, slowly parted her lips and eased them into her pussy.