Under His Watch (7 page)

“Yes, sir,” Charity moaned into the covers. She wanted to look at him, to see his stern face, and the thought that Ryan would not allow it somehow made the lovely feeling of powerlessness so much greater that she felt she would come, if he would only keep his hand there for a few more seconds.

But he didn’t; he kissed her on her cheek and stood up.

“What a naughty sight,” he said from the end of the bed. “Charity Phillips, ready for fucking, but with a whipping to come first.”

“Oh, God…” Charity whispered.

“Color?” Ryan asked.

Now he asked it in his dominant voice, and Charity responded instantly, as if even her voice—her brain—was a well-tuned instrument that Ryan could play as he liked. “Green, sir.”

Was she really ‘green,’ though? Part of her definitely felt rather ‘yellow,’ and the thing about ‘ready for fucking’ even made another part feel ‘red.’ What did it mean that she had answered green automatically? Maybe the colors didn’t mean what she had thought they did, at first; she had been aroused at the thought that something might make her say red, after all.

“Very well, slut,” he said. “I’m going to whip you now. You may keep those disgraceful panties on, since I enjoy looking at them, and they’re not going to protect your sweet bottom in the slightest.”

Oh, God. He just called me ‘slut,’ and it turned me on
, Charity thought with disbelief.
That should be ‘red,’ right?

No, ‘slut’ was definitely exactly what she felt he should call her: Charity Phillips, socialite slut. She had put on the naughty panties because she wanted her protector, her enormous Navy SEAL to treat her like the slut she really was inside. Spanking wasn’t enough; Charity Phillips needed to be spanked, but she also needed to be whipped, fucked, and used, like the slut Ryan Bedford so rightly saw in her.

He had come to take her in hand, and she couldn’t imagine anything he could do that wouldn’t make her say, “Thank you, sir.”

Chapter Eight

Really, the hardest part was resisting the urge to rip the panties, literally, right off Charity’s adorable ass. Someday, Ryan thought, he would buy panties like that for her, so that he wouldn’t hesitate to rip them off.

When he had entered the room and seen her lying there in them, so obedient and yet so very naughty, he had resolved that the next few hours would be the best first lesson of a submissive training course any girl had ever received. Safewords, check—although he had no plans to push, her very first time. He could already tell that her pussy sang the same song his cock did—a song of humiliation and naughtiness, and helpless arousal. He would call her ‘slut,’ before too long, he knew, and he thought he could tell that she would truly see herself as a slut for the very first time, and love it.

Slowly, hoping she could hear the sensual slither of it, he took off his heavy leather belt. He knew from experience that he could make a belt-whipping very painful with its help, but Charity’s lesson had been so much more about embarrassment than it had about pain that he didn’t see any need to leave her crying. Probably he had known, from the subtle signals he knew he could read even without being conscious that he did so, that humiliation worked for her—both as a turn-on and as a punishment.

He smiled, thinking about how much time Charity would spend with her nose against the wall and her bottom on display for him.
Panties around her knees,
he thought.
Especially if they’re panties like these.

Happiness seemed to bloom inside him; he realized that he hadn’t felt so content since the day he left for his first tour. That hadn’t lasted long; Laura had met someone else, and he had thrown himself into his duties in theater. Those had given him exactly the kind of intense, masculine experience he had craved, and only rarely, in those six years and the two that had followed as he started life as a bodyguard, had he missed the softer joys.

Of course, the softer joys for Ryan meant some things that Charity might find rather hard. But how could he not thank heaven that she needed his hardness and he needed her softness? He supposed there was some kind of paradox in the way he would now—no way to stop it, at this point—enjoy Charity’s softness by treating it as roughly as he possibly could, and triumphing over it with his belt, his hands, and the erection that didn’t seem likely to quit for days. Life, however, held so many paradoxes that most of the time Ryan thought it best just to enjoy what you could, and fight the rest of the paradoxes for supremacy.

He doubled the belt, holding the buckle in his hand. He wrapped the stout leather once around his fist. “Charity,” he said softly. “I’m going to whip you now.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, almost inaudibly into the bed. His heart and his cock gave a nearly simultaneous leap; seeing her presented so perfectly in submission to him, her face turned down just as he had told her to keep it, almost made him repent of the desire to bring the belt down on her backside.

Almost. His cock also told him of the need to deepen her submission, and so he swung the belt and heard the satisfying crack of it against her right bottom-cheek. Charity yelped, and another paradox arose: how could he want to protect her so very much, and yet take such pleasure in making her cry out? Another stroke, upon her left cheek, another yelp, and then he couldn’t help himself, but he rained down lashes all over, to teach her a lesson she would remember and to mark her bottom for at least a few hours, as belonging to him.

Charity’s bottom began to bounce up and down above her spread knees, in a kind of combination of the animal craving for his hand on her pussy that she had shown before and her bouncing over his lap to try to make her punishment hurt less. She made little whining puppy noises in her throat, and he could tell that the pain had gotten to the point where it wasn’t pain at all anymore, so he aimed three strokes right at her wet, panty-covered pussy.

Charity screamed at the excess of sensation, and Ryan threw the belt aside. He knelt at the end of the bed and reached out to take her thighs firmly in his hands. She gasped with surprise as he pulled her easily down the bed toward him, the pillows coming loose as Ryan reached over to toss them aside. Her knees ended up over his shoulders and his face was full of the sight of the lace of her naughty panties, covering the pussy nothing in the world could now stop him from uncovering.

He hooked his index finger inside the leg of her panties, and gathered the gusset into a thin strip. Then he pulled the strip aside and got the view of her, in the lamplight, that he had wanted so much. Her beautiful little cleft, soaking with her excitement, smelling like a naughty, wicked version of heaven.

“Oh, Ryan… sir… I…”

Ryan could tell that she was blushing hotly at the thought he was looking at her there. He loved the way her shame fed her excitement, because even as he heard the embarrassment in her voice, he saw her little pussy lips contract with helpless arousal.

“Shh,” he said, and kissed her on her coral inner lips, and then where he knew her clit lay hidden.

“Oh, God…”

“Has a man ever gone down on you, Charity?” he said softly.

“Y-yes, but…” she gasped.

“But you didn’t like it,” Ryan murmured. “You thought it was embarrassing.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, here’s the thing.” He kissed, and then he licked. She moaned long and loudly. “I don’t care if it embarrasses you. When I want to taste your little cunt, I’m going to taste your little cunt.” He brought the fingertips of the first two fingers of his left hand to bear on either side of her clit, and he licked hard, loving the salty, mineral taste of her.

Charity screamed and came, bucking her pussy lewdly against his face and making him smile very broadly. Through her shuddering climax, he kept kissing, until she cried out with a different note and tried to escape him, up the bed, and he pursued her with his mouth, smacking her bottom with his hand at the same time.

“Naughty!” he said. “Bad girls must stay where they are put.” He held her down with his left hand on the small of her back and lifted his mouth at last, so that he could keep spanking her backside.

“Sir, please… I…”

Ryan stopped the spanking, and used that hand to take Charity’s panties down to mid-thigh in an instant, before he thrust the same hand back between her legs to seize the whole of her pussy so that he could plunge three fingers inside the velvet sheath where he knew he must soon put his hard cock.

Charity screamed and came again. “Oh, my God… that’s… that’s never…”

“Charity,” Ryan said, “I know you’re on the pill.” He accompanied the words with further lascivious caresses down between her legs, up and down her soft lips and firmly around her clit. He knew from the medicine cabinet.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“I haven’t slept with anyone in five years.”

“Oh, my God, really? I mean, really, sir?”

Ryan made the pressure of his fingers greater, then less, and Charity moaned. “Yes, honey.”

“Please… I mean…”

“You’re going to be the girl who puts an end to that, Charity.”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“And it’s going to happen right now.” Charity gave a wordless cry as Ryan took his hand away. “Stay exactly as you are, slut. Have you ever been fucked doggy-style?”

“N-no,” Charity admitted.

Ryan dropped his jeans and briefs, and pulled off his T-shirt.

“You’re going to get it that way a lot, from now on,” he said, and took her thighs in his hands again to pull her back down the bed. He closed her knees so he could take off her panties at last. “These,” he said, “are very pretty. You’ll wash them by hand, tomorrow, and wear them again tomorrow night.”

“Yes, sir,” Charity whispered.

Ryan pulled her further down the bed, so that her bottom was over the edge, and spread her knees again until her rear end presented a delicious inverted V, with her pretty pussy as ready for his cock as could be.

“Put your hands back behind you and spread your bottom-cheeks for me, slut,” he said, dropping his voice to a growl.

“What?” she gasped. Ryan smiled. It was exactly the reaction he had hoped for: unexplored territory.

“Do as I say,” he said in an even tone with a tiny hint of severity. “I’m not going to fuck you there tonight, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’re going to have to earn the privilege of anal.”

Charity drew breath very sharply at that.

“You need to know from the beginning of your training, though, honey, that your anus belongs to me, just like your cunt does.”

“Oh, my God…” she breathed.

Ryan made his voice more sympathetic then. “I know, honey. You can’t believe I’m saying these things, and you can’t believe you’re so turned on by them. Let me assure you, though…”—now Ryan ratcheted the authority up a notch again—“…that if you don’t show me your pretty little asshole right now, you won’t like the consequences.”

From Charity’s chest came little grunting gasps of submissive arousal. In a jerky movement, as if her body were at war with itself, her hands came back behind her and she at last performed what Ryan thought was almost certainly his favorite gesture in the whole world from a pretty girl, wicked though the thought was: she pulled her little ovals apart, and there was her pink anus, waiting for his training when he chose.

He stepped away and turned on the overhead light.

Charity’s cry of shocked surprise was music to his ears. He watched her hands almost let go of her bottom, as she thought—Ryan knew with utter certainty—of how minutely the light would let him examine her there. He simply stood, looking, for a moment, and then he laid the tip of his forefinger very gently right on Charity’s little anus. She gave a tiny cry.

“Whose is this?” he asked.

“Yours, sir,” she whispered, and made the tiny cry again as Ryan pressed just a very little to emphasize his point.

“Now, slut,” he said, “I want those hands underneath, spreading your pussy for me. Show me that my cock will feel good there.”

Her hands moved much, much quicker this time. They came around and under, and made her moan as she touched herself, spreading, opening.

“What should I do with you, slut?” he murmured.

“Fuck me, sir. Please, please fuck me.” Charity’s voice sounded like she was floating a million miles away, on some cloud of submission.

“I think that’s a very good suggestion, Charity,” Ryan said, stepping forward with his cock in his hand. At the touch of its head to the lovely place she had opened for him, he gave a grunt of pleasure himself, for he could not believe how right it felt. Charity moaned as he teased her a little, running the head up and down between her wet lips until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and he pushed in, slowly and gently, but very, very deep, so that Charity understood that her protector was a very well-endowed man.

“Oh, no… oh, no…”

“Have you ever had a cock this big inside you, Charity?” he asked softly.

“N-no, sir. Oh, my God.” He had come up against her bottom at last, as she sobbed softly in passionate discomfort at the way he stretched her.

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yes… I mean…”

Ryan held her hips and began to thrust, making her gasp with every thrust. “Play with yourself,” he commanded. “I want to see how naughty you can be.”

Charity did, and every time he pulled out until only the head of his cock stayed in her sweet cunt, he could see her fingers at their frantic work.

Five long years, of course, had left him very ready to come, but he wanted to include one more thing in her first lesson in submission. On the very verge of orgasm, promising himself that he would come inside her pussy many a time from now on, he pulled out, just as Charity was bringing herself off and shuddering into her own climax.

“Naughty,” he said. “Naughty girls must suck their protectors’ cocks. Come here and taste yourself.”

Charity turned to look at him, a wild look in her eyes. He gazed back at her with a little smile on his lips, holding his cock in his right hand, brandishing it and displaying it to the girl who would now serve it when Ryan chose. Quickly she scrambled, on hands and knees, to the edge of the bed, panting.