The Devil Made Me Do It (5 page)

Dave left without another word.

Stephen reopened his wife’s e-mail and read it again, memorizing each word and making plans for the evening.

Corrine’s plans were coming along nicely. Jenna and Riley were spending the night with Andrea and her family, the phone was turned off, and she found a paddle in Jenna’s room that suited her needs very well. It was the same size as a ping-pong paddle, softly padded, but hard enough to sting in an enticing way.

But she couldn’t find her black lace teddy. It was almost six; Stephen would be home any minute. She turned her lingerie drawer upside down, but all she found was a pair of sheer black panties Stephen snuck into her stocking at Christmas. She tried them on and liked the fit. V-shaped in front, they hugged her hips and revealed a tantalizing view of her cheeks in back. Not finding a matching bra, she decided to go without. Standing in front of the mirror, Corrine was pleased with the results. She had a woman’s body, curves everywhere, and she was proud of it. Her full round breasts and rosy nipples puckered as the ceiling fan blew a cooling breeze over her skin. She decided to wear her thick black hair down and let its waves caress her creamy shoulders. Her deep green eyes turned nearly black with anticipation, and she found the perfect cranberry-red lipstick to complete the look.

She heard his key in the lock and posed on their bed.

“
Corrine?” He couldn’t wait to see her.

“
I’m in the bedroom.”

Stephen smiled. That’s exactly where he hoped she would be. He found her spread-eagled on their bed wearing nothing but the sheer black panties he bought her for Christmas.

Corrine waved the paddle in front of her husband’s eyes. “I’ve heard that spanking is a good way to get…” She paused and searched for the right word. “Aroused.”

“
Oh yeah?” Now she had Stephen’s attention. He didn’t need a spanking to get aroused. The sheer panties and bare breasts did it for him. “So where do you want me to spank you?”

She planned to be the one doing the spanking, but the thought of the paddle stinging her naked skin changed her mind.

“
Anywhere you like.”

He grinned and loosened his tie. She got up on her knees and unzipped his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. He kissed her, feasting on her mouth like a starving man. Yanking his pants and boxers off, Corrine closed her fingers around his rigid cock, stroking him as he got rid of his shirt in a hurry.

Closing his eyes, he savored the feel of her soft fingers wrapped around his hard member but only for a moment. He had other plans. Grinning, he took the paddle from her. “Lay down.”

“
On my stomach?” She rolled over and wiggled her bottom.

“
Not yet.” His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He turned her on her back and studied the erotic picture she made. Her gorgeous breasts just begged for some attention. Who was he to resist? Kneeling over her, he slapped the paddle on her breast.

“
Ooh!” The stinging sensation hardened her nipples in an instant. She wasn’t expecting him to spank her there but decided she liked being surprised. The tingling in her nipple spread to her pussy and her juices started to drip.

“
Aroused yet?” He brought the paddle down on the other breast.

“
Yes,” she purred.

He bent over her and suckled her nipples to soothe them. She slid her hands into his sandy blond hair and held him to her breasts. His tongue lolled over her skin, easing the pain and leaving behind a sweet ache for more.

“
Roll over,” he whispered. Sliding her wet panties down to her knees, Stephen slapped the paddle across her bottom.

The sting was more intense this time, spreading its tingling fingers over her skin. Corrine was surprised by how good it felt. “Again,” she gasped.

He slapped her bottom until her cheeks glowed red and hot, hotter than he’d imagined, he discovered, as he rubbed his cock between them.

“
Roll over.” He pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide. He teased her with the paddle, gently slapping and stroking it along her inner thighs from her knees up to her glistening pink folds, but not touching her there. Not yet, he smiled.

She knew what he was thinking. Her clit swelled, and she held her breath, waiting for the sting to touch her there.

The paddle connected with a sticky slap. The stinging sensation brought tears to her eyes, and he quickly leaned over and began sucking her to relieve the pain.

Corrine arched into his mouth, not sure if she was seeking relief from the sting or if she was begging for more. Red-hot flames licked her senses. His tongue swirled around the throbbing bud, then his lips closed over it, kissing her gently. The tingling eased and she knew what she wanted. “More,” she gasped.

“
Are you sure?”

She nodded and he lightly and quickly slapped the paddle against her clit. Corrine reached orgasm in a matter of seconds. It spiraled through her body, spinning out of control. A whirlwind of heat and flame lifted her to the heavens, then dropped her into her husband’s arms, leaving her breathless.

Stephen couldn’t wait any longer. He lowered his body on top of her, panting harder than she was.

“
Wait,” she pushed against his chest. “I need to make sure you’re properly aroused.”

“
I am.” He pressed his hard hot erection against her thigh. “Do you need more proof than that?”

She slid out from under him and picked up the paddle, tapping it against her palm. “Roll over. On your back.”

“
On my back?” What a frightening, erotic thought.

“
Oh yes.” She straddled his thighs and slid the paddle under his balls, lifting them, examining them as if she’d found some exotic curiosity.

Stephen held his breath, waiting for the slap that would wither his defenseless manhood.

She looked up at him and laughed when she saw him gnawing his lower lip. “Don’t you trust me?”

“
Should I?”

She gave him such an innocent smile he almost believed her, but the minute she pulled back the paddle he jumped, throwing her to the floor.

“
Are you okay, honey?” He lifted her onto the bed.

“
You are going to be punished for that.” She pushed him down on his stomach, sat on his thighs, and paddled his tight bottom.

Stephen bit his lip and groaned into the pillow. Having his butt spanked so thoroughly was a thrilling sensation, but each paddle slap thrust his cock against the bed, doubling his pleasure. His rock hard cock was ready to burst, but he fought it back, living for the next slap, dying each time it connected.

Corrine stopped to catch her breath and felt the heat rising off her husband’s skin. She moved her hips up and straddled him, spreading her legs wide until her clit contacted his hot buttocks. She moaned and rocked on top him, gasping as his skin sizzled her wet flesh, having no idea he was losing control.

“
Damn woman!” He grabbed her hips, lifted her, and turned, bringing her down on his fully erect cock. Holding her still, he struggled against the agony threatening to overcome him.

While he fought to maintain control of his senses, Corrine found the paddle and reached behind them, lightly tapping it against his tight balls.

“
No!” He grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“
You don’t like that?”

His lips formed a tight line. “I do. Too much.” He took the paddle from her and set it beside them. “Wait till I tell you.”

“
All right.” Leaning over his chest to kiss him, she slowly ground down on his cock, squeezing him tight, while his hands caressed her bottom. She sat up and they both took her breasts in their hands and pinched her tight nipples while she rode him. Stephen’s desire cooled enough to let him take his time pleasing his wife. He slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing and stroking her, smiling when she moaned and bit her lip. Thick liquid heat seeped through her limbs like melting wax. Corrine’s head fell back on her shoulders, tumbling her long black hair to her waist. She clasped her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, bringing the melting heat to a furious boil. Her breath caught in her throat and then she screamed as she boiled over, spilling hot juices down his cock.

Stephen tightened his grip on her hips, grinding with her as his agony returned, hotter than before. “Now!”

One slap was all it took. He shot into her so hard she fell forward, gasping for breath. He wrapped his arms around her as violent shudders ripped through him until he was left as breathless as his wife.

“
Where…did you get…that idea?” Stephen spit the question out between gasps.

“
Oh,” Corrine panted. “Um…Michelle.”

“
Thank her for me.” He pulled her close and kissed her, lingering on her lips. Rolling onto their sides, he nestled her in his arms, figuring he’d better not ask for dinner until he was safely out of the doghouse. “Do you still want time away from me?”

Corrine glared at him, picked up the paddle, and bonked him on the head.

“
Ow!”

“
When are you going to get it?” She was so tempted to smack him again. “I just want some quiet time for me. That’s all.”

“
The only time it’s quiet around here is when everyone is gone.”

“
Exactly.”

Finally, it made sense. He could escape home at work and escape work at home. But Corrine had no escape, no time to just get away. Stephen smiled as the solution suddenly became clear. “Ok. How about if I take the kids to my mom’s on Mother’s Day so you can have the day to yourself?”

“
Really?” She couldn’t believe he finally understood.

“
You can sleep in, go shopping, read a book… whatever you want to do.”

Corrine’s smile lit up her eyes. “I love you!”

“
I know.” Stephen loved that smile. “Now what’s for dinner, woman?”

“
Anything you want.” She drew her fingertip along his lower lip. “And me for dessert.”

“
I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Scott Martin’s fork hit his plate with a ringing clatter, drawing irritated glances from several of the restaurant’s patrons. He picked it up and gave his new bride a heated look, trying to decide if he should be angry or aroused. “If I knew that, I never would’ve let you out of our hotel room.”

“
I know,” Natalie Martin smiled. “You would’ve taken me back to bed, ripped off my dress and—”

“
I don’t think we’d make it to the bed.” After that tempting revelation, he was ready to take her right there on the table. He shifted in his chair and inspected her, hoping no one could tell she was naked under her dress. The silky pink fabric draped lightly over her breasts, and the subtle rose pattern made it difficult to tell if her nipples were erect unless someone looked close. Scott smiled and looked close. Her nipples ripened under her dress like plump juicy raspberries. God he loved raspberries. His eyes slid down her body. Her loose fluttered skirt made it impossible to tell she was going without, but she wasn’t wearing pantyhose either. All he had to do was slide his hand up her thigh—

“
I know what you’re thinking.”

“
Is that right?” He met her dancing green eyes and she smiled at him. “We’ve been married two days and you can already read my mind?”

“
All you have to do is slide your hand up my thigh, and you can do all kinds of wicked things with your fingers.” Her heart pounded just saying the words.

Damn. She did read his mind. “Now that you mention it….” He reached for her hem but she pulled her leg under the table. Scott laughed. “Trying to bluff me, baby?”

“
Maybe,” Natalie looked around the dining room and lowered her voice. “But as soon as we get out of here I’m serving me for dessert.”

“
As soon as we get back to the hotel.” The sooner the better, Scott decided. Where was that damn waiter?

“
Not necessarily.” She left the suggestion unsaid and waited for his reaction.

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Here?” He looked around, studying the restaurant’s layout. The popular seafood place was loaded with tourists, and its décor wasn’t exactly suited for an intimate rendezvous. A few miniature palm trees secluded their table but not nearly enough for what he had in mind. There weren’t any dark corners, and he didn’t even want to think about taking her into a public restroom.

“
Or someplace in between.” Natalie watched him, trying to read his thoughts. He was so damn sexy when his mind was working. His furrowed black brows enhanced the silver flecks in his gray eyes, lending a focused intensity to his chiseled features. Long fingers ruffled his silky black hair as he discarded one idea after another. Should she give him a hint? “I’ve always wanted to make love outdoors.”

Now that was an idea worth pursuing. Scott grinned then winced. “Can’t do it here. Too many tourists.” They’d dreamed about a honeymoon at Disney World since the moment they were engaged, but they didn’t expect it to be so busy in the off-season. “Someone might see us.”

Natalie’s heart fluttered at the thought. “But isn’t that half the fun?”

“
Being watched?”

“
Taking the risk.”

“
Oh…I don’t know about that.” Scott wasn’t a prude. Far from it, in fact, but he preferred to keep their sexual adventures behind closed doors. “I’m not letting anyone else see me naked.”