Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (8 page)

His hand came down as he spoke the last few words, the loud crack of palm meeting bare skin almost drowning them out. Heat exploded across her lower right cheek along with an incredible sting. It was matched on the left side the next second.

He paused, rubbing as he spoke a single word. “Breathe.”

She sucked in air, not knowing she was holding it. Only then did he continue with slap after smarting slap. Instinctively, she put her hand back.

“Ah, ah, no blocking,” he warned as his fingers wrapped around her wrist and pinned it to her lower back. Without another word, he resumed. Soon he’d painted a canvas of fiery heat across the entire surface of her ass. He didn’t stop there, however, moving down to the lower curve, where cheek met upper thigh and raining down more fire.

“Sean, please, I won’t ever leave unescorted again.”

“You better not, or you’ll get a paddling, which will make this seem like child’s play. In fact…” Abruptly, he shifted behind her still holding her in place. “Let’s give you a little preview.” She glanced over her shoulder seeing him reach toward the nightstand and pick up her hairbrush.

“I’ve learned my lesson. I swear,” she burst out in a rush. Applied to an already hot and stinging behind, she knew the brush, although made of lightweight hollow plastic, was going to light her up further.

He settled back into place, rubbing the wide plastic back against her inflamed skin. It felt cool, which was wonderful, but she doubted it would last long.

“I heard your fear through the phone. I wanted to hold you, protect you, instead I felt helpless. The only thing I could do was wait until you got home. I couldn’t stop thinking of what that bastard could have done to you.”

She sniffled as tears threatened. Rarely, if ever did she cry, learning long ago that they were a useless waste of time. These, however, were inspired by guilt over worrying Sean, rather than by some injustice done to her, and therein lay the difference. She blinked rapidly trying to keep them at bay.

“When I make a rule to keep you safe, you will follow it. Without question. It’s not arbitrary because I’m trying to control you, or I’m a hardass or a worrywart. It’s because I have legitimate concerns about your safety. The other reason is that I love you, Mara, and want you with me, full of sass and sweetness, for a very long time. Your butt is paying the price of disobedience tonight because I want to make sure there isn’t a second time where you pay with something more costly, like your life.”

“Oh, Lucky.” Her breath hitched, her words coming out with a stutter as a rare tear rolled down her cheek. It was followed by another and another, until a steady stream flowed and dripped off her chin. “You’re right; I was tired and put myself at risk because I was eager to get home. I thought I was invincible after going six years without an incident.”

“You also thought I was being overprotective.”

She nodded, wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her hands. “I’m probably stupid for admitting this, but I had another option. Brent offered to take his break early and walk me out. I turned him down.”

“The six and a half foot tall, two hundred fifty pound bruiser of an orderly I met at the employee picnic? Hell, Mara!”

“I told you to show how really contrite I am, Sean. I’m sorry that my selfishness caused you to worry.”

“I’m proud of you for being honest, and I can tell you are sorry. It goes a long way in easing my worry about a second offense. You’ll get ten with the brush as a reminder.”

The first swat colliding with the lower curve of one cheek said the time for talking was over. The impact was solid, the resonant crack echoing sharply off the walls and wood flooring. He applied it steadily with an alternating pattern syncopated by the moans and grunts that broke from her lips. By the fifth smack, she added her feet, thumping them in a flurry against the mattress. At the eighth, a sustained “ow” joined in and when he reached the tenth, a discordant “holy shit” burst free.

Two more spanks followed, harder than their predecessors, in a critique of her color commentary no doubt.

She heard a clatter on the nightstand seconds before his hands found her waist and he flipped her once again, setting her astride his thighs. Her hands flew back to her burning ass at the same time his hands cupped her face. “Can you tell the difference between a correction and play now, Mara?”

“Yes, Sir.” She bit back several sassy retorts because his emotions remained raw and it wasn’t smart to poke an already irritated bear.

“Good, I expect this lesson won’t ever need repeating.” He took her mouth in a fast, hard kiss, before cradling her against his chest. When his hands slid down to her bottom, he pushed her hands aside. “No rubbing after punishment, unless it’s by me.”

He proceeded to do exactly that, his big palms gliding gently, soothing the skin he’d just heated to a five-alarm blaze. Holding her close, he scooted down in the bed and slipped the sheet over them both. She relaxed against him and while the heat in her ass abated somewhat the fire in her pussy burned on. She wiggled against him. In this position, his erection was unmistakable, pressing huge and rigid against her thigh. She shifted, trying to align his ready cock with her equally aroused pussy, but he held her firm.

“No sex after punishment either.”

Her head came up and her jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Yes. This was not a game for me, Mara. If you think it was, I didn’t spank you enough.”

“You spanked me plenty,” she shot back at him softly. “I know it’s not a game, Sean. Still, I can’t help that it made me hot. I can feel you against me, you want it too.”

“I do not reward bad behavior and rule breaking with pleasure. Tomorrow, I’ll ride you until you can’t walk straight, if you’d like, but tonight, we sleep.”

He closed his eyes. She stared at him a moment, incredulous and most of all frustrated by the nearly unbearable ache between her legs.

“Well, hell! This really sucks. This is ten times worse than the spanking.”

The burn in her cheeks reignited as he squeezed her ass hard. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll keep it in mind for the next time.”

She gasped in alarm.

“Sleep, Mara,” he urged. “Unless you want more.”

“You have a lot of rules for spanking,” was her grumbled response as she settled back on his chest, her cheek to his pec as she picked up the steady thud of his heart.

“Baby, you have no idea.”

* * * * *

The next day was an off day for Mara, while Sean had to haul his tired butt out of bed bright and early. As he dressed, she looked on from her cozy place in their warm bed. On her stomach, her bottom tender from his attention only a few hours earlier, she propped her head on her hand and enjoyed the show. Despite her aching behind and the persistent throb between her legs, she’d drifted off to sleep fairly easily after the spanking. That both reminders continued to, uh, remind her, didn’t surprise her in the least. One worsened as her greedy gaze ate him up while he dressed. Sean was hot all the time; in his service blues, he set her body on fire.

Seeing Sean spit polished and neatly pressed, the crisp lines of the tailored blue uniform hugging his muscular body, making his broad shoulders appear wider and his already trim waist leaner. He was gorgeous, and the way he filled out his blue trousers, mm, mm. She understood the reason why women love a man in uniform. If she’d been wearing panties, the crotch would have been soaked through.

She’d seen him in a suit before, their first date, for instance, but this was no ordinary suit and added an extra helping of appeal. As she pondered why, she realized it wasn’t the clothes so much as what they symbolized. He was like a modern day Superman, fighting for truth, justice and the American way of life and he embodied integrity, self-discipline, courage and not least of all conviction. No wonder he held her feet to the fire, or rather beat her butt to a blistering heat when she didn’t comply. His life was about adhering to order, structure and rules, and he was expecting the same from his woman. His woman. He used those words often and they always made her smile although she might have to turn in her women’s equality card if others knew how much she loved it. Especially, if anyone found out she let him spank her. Honestly, though, she didn’t care. She felt loved and cherished even when her man went all alpha male on her ass, and despite the prickle that persisted on her rear end, she wouldn’t have him any other way.

He was almost ready, straightening his tie in the mirror one more time. She scanned the length of him, all broad shouldered, mouthwatering, muscular, handsome as sin inch of him.

“I think today, after I call the bank and my credit card company, I’m calling People Magazine and telling them they got it all wrong.”

In the process of retying his tie which was a hair too short the first go round, he glanced up, his eyes seeking hers in the mirror. “How’s that?”

“You, Master Sergeant Sean O’Brien, are ‘the sexiest man alive’ and you didn’t even get an honorable mention. I’m going to lodge a formal complaint.”

He shook his head and with the ends of his tie hanging long down his pristine white shirt and open jacket, he came toward her. Placing a knee on the bed, he leaned over and yanked down the sheet. As his hand plumped up the cheek closest to him, he smacked it with a hot, wet kiss. She squealed in protest, not over the kiss, but the sudden cold. The room was freezing. It was fall and they hadn’t turned on the heat yet. This morning it was sorely missed.

She tugged at the sheet, which was pinned under his other knee. “Babe, I’m cold.”

“Hush. Let me check ‘the sexiest ass alive’ for damage.” On his knees behind her, he ran his hands over her ass stirring the fire of desire he’d left burning in the middle of the night.

“No fair! You can’t get me all revved up and leave me. It’s cruel and inhumane punishment, Sergeant, which is against the Geneva Convention or something.”

His body vibrated as he chuckled. “That’s for prisoners, baby. You are here of your own free will.” While he spoke, he pulled her up on her knees, ass high in the air. She felt his thumbs spread her pussy lips before his hot tongue seared a line of wet fire through her slit. Dropping down to lick over and around her clit, circling it once, his tongue dragged slowly upward, through the slickness of her lips, past her aching center and up to the tight hole which quivered in anticipation of his touch.

“Lucky!”

“Who said I was going to leave, anyway? I’ve got a few minutes for a quickie if you’re game.”

“Hell yes, I’m game. I’ve needed you to fuck me for hours, you old meanie. So even if it’s only a wham-bam-tide-my-pussy-over-for-now-ma’am, I’m on board.”

His hand came down with a loud crack. “Quit cursing like a sorry sailor, Mara.” She wasn’t able to speak, let alone swear in response as he dropped down and drove his tongue into her sopping wet center, licking and lapping at her swollen flesh. One hand reached back and curled around his wrist, anchoring herself to him, needing to touch him.

When he sucked her clit between his lips and nibbled it with his teeth, a moan broke free. “I’m gonna come.”

“Wait.” His mouth was gone.

Standing at the bedside, he pulled off the uniform he had so meticulously donned moments before. It came off quickly, falling in a tangled mess on the floor as he stripped heedless of everything except his jacket. That was draped carefully over a nearby chair. Sean was behind her in seconds. Cock in hand, he swirled the head through her wetness then thrust inside. At the exquisite feel of his long slow glide, stretching and filling her full, she moaned.

On the next stroke, when he drew back, he pulled his cock all the way out and slid his thumb in its place. He did this only once, before his hardness was back, pumping steadily inside her. Pressure at her ass had her crying out as his thumb, wet from her pussy, slipped inside. As he rode her, he palmed the center of her ass while his broad thumb hooked inside her.

“Finger your clit.” His growl was more raspy than usual in his urgency. “I need you to come now, or I’ll be late.”

Getting no argument from her, her hand dove between her legs and she began to work fiercely, rubbing, rolling and tapping her swollen clit.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers curling around her hip as he pulled her back to meet each thrust, “make yourself come all over my cock.”

Sean moved faster, his thumb sliding fully inside her narrow opening at the same time he thrust deep. That was it for her. Unable to withstand anymore, she exploded around him, her inner muscles rippling and clutching his hard flesh as he drove into her more vigorously until his own moan of satisfaction rent the air. He continued to thrust for another few moments, the glides slowing gradually, becoming less intense. When he pulled out, his thumb left her empty as well.

Mara slithered down until she lay flat on her belly, feeling boneless and limp, shivering deliciously as his tongue licked up her spine.

Against her ear, he murmured his regret. “Sorry, baby. I hate it, but I’ve gotta go.”

“I know. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be here, lingering in my sex coma, when you get home at six.”

Chuckling, he moved away, his hand trailing down her back and over her bare bottom. “Not a bruise or a welt in sight. Either you’ve got one hell of a resilient ass, or I’m better at busting butts than I thought.”

“Better make it singular butt, Master Sergeant. Or I’ll bust yours.”

“Yes, ma’am. I meant to say, busting
one
very lovely and spankable butt.”

He was still chuckling when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Drifting in twilight sleep, Mara ignored it until she felt the mattress shift.

“Kiss me goodbye, nightingale.”

As she rolled to her back, she noticed he was once again dressed sans jacket. She ignored the scrape of the sheet abrading her tender hind parts as she rose up to plant a long, hot lip lock on her man. “I love you, Sean.”

“I love you too, sweetness. I hate us working opposite shifts.”

“I submitted my transfer request for day shift weeks ago.” He knew about government bureaucracy better than her, yet, she felt the need to remind him, “You know these things take time.”