The Exposure (18 page)

“Yes. And that's one of the reasons I like playing with you so much.” It was true—he liked her feisty nature, her sass and spunk. He didn't want that to change, didn't want to change her.

He didn't say anything else, but started again with her spanking. This time going a bit harder, alternating his strokes, so they didn't land in the same spot. Gradually, her pale skin grew pink and then redder as he continued. He could tell when the strokes began to hurt, because she started flinching slightly.

“What did you do last night?” he asked.

“I disobeyed you about coming.” Her voice was tight, as if she spoke through her teeth.

“And what happens when you disobey?” He punctuated his question with another slap.

“I wind up bent over your bed and not in a good way.” She paused just a moment. “Sir.”

“Oh yes.” He couldn't help but laugh. “I do like your spunk.”

He picked up the paddle he'd laid out earlier. She hadn't seen it, so it would be unexpected. He struck her ass with it once and she grunted. Twice and she winced. He added more, stopping when he felt she'd had enough. She was breathing heavily when he put the paddle down, but remained perfectly still. That was, until he ran a hand between her legs.

“My, my, my,” he said. “Will you look at this? Someone is very turned on by the spanking I gave her. Too bad disobedient subs don't get to come.”

She whined.

“None of that,” he chided. “You came last night. This was a naughty pussy, wasn't it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm.” He acted as if he was in deep thought. “I think that means your pussy needs to be punished.”

“Oh no,” she said.

“Oh yes. Widen your stance.”

She moved her feet a few inches apart.

“Wider.” He kicked them, so she was fully exposed to him, and ran a finger along her wet entrance. “Mmm, look at this naughty pussy, just begging to be punished.”

He gave it a slap and she moaned in pleasure. Fuck, what it did to him to see her like this, so sexy in her submission, so eager for his touch. He stroked her again. “So wet at the thought of what I'm going to do. Makes me hard as hell. When I finish whipping this naughty pussy, I'm going to push you to your knees, fist my hands in your gorgeous blond hair, and thrust my cock into that hot mouth. Then you're going to suck my dick until I come down your throat.”

When he ran his fingers between her legs again, she was even wetter, and he grinned as he slapped her there. At her moan, he picked up a mini flogger and brushed it lightly against her thighs.

“Oh, what, wait,” she started, but he didn't stop. Instead he lifted his arm and brought the flogger down on her sensitive flesh. She yelped.

He didn't hesitate, but flicked it down, over and over, until her body trembled with the effort to stay still. Finished, he put the flogger down, took her by the shoulders, and turned her around. Her eyes blazed with desire and the fierceness was almost enough to have him change his mind and let her release, but he forced himself to push down on her shoulders.

“Now you're going to take me.” With quick fingers he undid his pants and shoved them down. Just as quickly, he grabbed her
hair and pushed himself into her waiting mouth. He gasped at how deep she took him.

“Yes, fuck, Meagan.” He thrust again and closed his eyes as her warmth surrounded him. Damn, but he wasn't going to last long. She felt too good. His hands tightened in her hair, which made her suck him harder. He groaned and held her head still while he pushed deep inside her one last time, coming so hard he saw stars.

It took him a few seconds to compose himself and when he finally opened his eyes, Meagan was kneeling demurely at his feet.

“Fix my pants,” he managed to get out.

She straightened him up, even kissing the tip of his cock before tucking it inside his boxer briefs. He reached down and pulled her up, noticing her slight wince at her backside.

“I'd like nothing more than to push you to your back, slip between your thighs, and return the favor, but since you came last night, you aren't allowed to come today,” he said.

“I understand, Sir.”

He dropped a hand to her ass. “How's your backside?”

“Sore enough that I won't be tempted anytime soon to have an orgasm without permission.”

“I meant every word,” he told her. “I don't like punishing submissives.”

She snorted. “Right. That explains the massive erection you shoved in my mouth.”

“Watch it.” He slapped a bare butt cheek. “That came from seeing how wet I made you.”

She wisely didn't argue.

He took a robe from the foot of the bed and placed it around her shoulders. “Come sit down,” he said. He took her hand and
led her to a nearby love seat. Once he sat down, he pulled her into his lap.

“Ouch,” she said, wincing at the pain from the movement.

He adjusted her so she sat more comfortably on his lap, but he didn't apologize. And he knew she wouldn't expect him to. “Would you like some water?”

“No, I'm good like this for now.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace.

Though he would have happily gotten her some water, he wasn't too upset that she wanted to snuggle. He didn't like what he'd just had to do, and he wanted nothing more than to simply sit and hold her.

She was soft and pliable in his arms. In fact, for some reason, she seemed more affectionate than normal. He ran a hand down her back, enjoying the heat radiating from her skin. He dropped his head so he could easily smell the shampoo in her hair. He couldn't place the scent; it was a combination of something citrusy mixed with a hint of spice. He wasn't sure he'd ever smelled it before, but now, if he did, it would always remind him of Meagan.

He held her until he felt her grow restless. “Ready for some water now?”

“Yes.”

He gently helped her to her feet and took her hand. “Come with me. I'll get you something.”

After he had settled her in the kitchen chair, and she had finished half of her water, he asked another question. “Can you stay tonight? Or do you need to get back?”

She didn't answer immediately; in fact, she seemed torn. Surprising, since she'd been so happy to be in his arms just moments before. For some reason, he desperately wanted her
to stay, but he knew it was her choice and he wasn't going to pressure her one way or the other.

“Yes,” she said, finally. “I'll stay.”

“Do you want something to eat? I can throw something together real quick.”

“No. I didn't get much sleep last night. I think I'll take a shower and head off to bed.”

He nodded. “You can use my bathroom.”

“Thank you.”

She finished drinking her water, excused herself, and disappeared down the hall. Minutes later, he heard the sound of running water. He decided to use the guest bathroom to take his own shower. That way, maybe they would finish at the same time and they could talk before going to sleep.

But when he finished and made his way into his bedroom, she was already curled up under the covers, sleeping. With a soft sigh, he joined her, settling himself behind her. He soon found that sleep didn't come easy and for several hours he lay awake, thinking. He had just started to drift off to sleep when she started moaning.

He tightened his grip around her, afraid she was having a nightmare. However, it wasn't long before he became aware that she did not moan out of distress. Oh no, when she started rubbing against him and grinding her hips, it was obvious she was having a sex dream.

Suddenly, he wasn't tired anymore. He was the exact opposite of tired. He was wide-awake and very, very hard.

“Meagan, sweetheart.”

“Mmm.”

“You're dreaming.”

“Yes, Sir. About you.”

He thought he was turned on before, but hearing that she was dreaming about him, especially with the seductive sounds that slipped through her lips, made him even harder. He slid his hand between her legs, delighted to discover how wet she was.

“Wake up and turn around,” he said. “And I'll make it worth your time.”

“Sir?”

“I do like it when you call me Sir,” he whispered. “It makes me so damn hard.”

She jerked awake more fully and he could sense her confusion over his statement.

“How?” she asked. “I thought you said . . .”

“I said you couldn't come today. Look at the time.” He knew what she would find when she looked. Fifteen minutes until one. “It's tomorrow.”

She turned around, as if to judge by his eyes if he was lying or not. “Does this mean . . . ?”

She didn't finish her question, but he answered it for her anyway. “Yes, this means I'm going to do what I wanted to do before.”

“You're going to . . . ?”

He found it just a little humorous that she couldn't complete her sentences. “Yes. Now spread those thighs so I can taste that sweet pussy.”

*   *   *

T
he following Monday, Meagan asked for Abby to come in to work. She didn't come every Monday, because of the drive, probably only once or twice a month. To be honest, Meagan didn't think she would tell Abby everything, but perhaps talking to her friend would help clear her mind.

“Knock, knock,” Abby said, standing in the doorway.

Meagan looked up and couldn't help but smile at her vivacious friend. Abby always had that air about her: friendly, open, down-to-earth. Just someone you felt like you could talk to. “Hey, girl, come on in, and close the door if you don't mind.”

Abby must have picked up on her unease because her normal jovial face showed just a hint of a frown as she closed the door behind her. “What's up?” she asked as she sat down.

Meagan dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her scalp with her fingernails. “I don't know, Abby. I just don't know.”

“This sounds serious. Did something happen with you and Luke after you left the shower?”

Did something happen after she left the shower with Luke? She forced herself to swallow the chuckle that threatened to burst out of her throat. Yes, she wanted to say, something had most definitely happened between her and Luke after they left the shower. But Meagan wasn't about to tell her that Luke had her bent over his bed while he spanked her. Nor was she going to tell her how he took her twice in the middle of the night.

“Have you ever kept anything from Nathaniel?” Meagan asked.

Abby shook her head. “I do not like the way this is going.”

“I know. I don't either. I've just got myself in a mess.” Meagan drummed her fingers on her desk. “Though perhaps
mess
is a bit of an understatement.”

After she made it back to her place from Luke's, she found she had an e-mail waiting from The Taskmaster.

I don't know why you think you have any say about when this is over. You don't have a say in anything. So I'm going to be nice and pretend like I didn't get your last e-mail.

Now, that photographer of yours took some risqué
shots of an actress not long ago. I want those pictures. And you're going to get them for me, know why?

Because I can break every bone in your body one by one and do it in such a way, you'll be begging for mercy. But I won't give you any.

You have two weeks.

Even now, days removed, she shivered, remembering the e-mail.

“I don't even know if I want to ask what's going on,” Abby said.

“Let me alleviate some of that worry,” Meagan said. “I won't give you details.”

Abby sat back in her chair, crossed her arms, and for several long seconds, she studied Meagan. “Does this have anything to do with the e-mail I got with a picture of you? Because now that I'm thinking about it, things started to get a little strange with you and Luke right after that.”

Meagan didn't want to lie to her friend, but she didn't see how she could tell the whole truth either. “Yes and no.”

“Did Luke have something to do with the naked picture?”

Meagan could see the wheels turning in Abby's head. She knew her friend. If Abby thought Luke had done something to harm her, she wouldn't stop until he made amends. And she couldn't have her friend thinking poorly of Luke. “Oh no. It's not like that. Luke had nothing to do with sending the naked picture.”

Abby still had one eyebrow raised. Obviously, Meagan had not been sincere enough in her reply. “Believe me, Abby. It is not Luke. He is innocent in all this.”

“And what exactly is ‘all this'?”

“I can't tell you everything,” Meagan started and then hesitated. How much did she want Abby to know? Abby would keep her secret; she knew that. She sighed and rubbed her head again.

“You know you're going to start losing hair if you keep doing that?”

“Okay, here it is. My brother got into some trouble a long time ago, but no one knew except me. Or at least I thought.” She looked up at Abby. “And now, it seems as if somebody did know. And if word got out, it would hurt my brother and me, and tarnish the reputation of my dad. I promised him on his deathbed I wouldn't let that happen.”

Abby was silent for several minutes. Meagan could see her processing the information she had just been given. She was a smart woman, who would sort the pieces out, and put them back together.

“A naked picture of you. Someone knows something they shouldn't know. And someone doesn't want that information to get out.” Understanding dawned in Abby's eyes and she leaned forward. “Are you seriously telling me that you're being blackmailed?”

It was the first time Meagan had heard the words said out loud and she shivered.

“You don't even have to confirm it,” Abby said. “I can see it on your face. I'm guessing you haven't told the police, or else you wouldn't be talking to me about it. What I don't understand is how Luke is involved.”