Undercover Obsession (15 page)

“She’d enjoy retribution from me too much,
but she might not be so amendable if you gave her a lesson.”

“Well, hell,” Ian grumbled as they parked
behind her jeep and he opened his door. “You sure don’t ask for
much, do you?”

“Good luck. I’m going to scout around,” was
all he told him before walking right past Piper without a word or
backward glance as he strode off towards the wooded path across her
yard.

Piper’s body betrayed her yet again as she
felt the disappointment of Brody shunning her. All afternoon and on
the drive home she had fought against the excitement filling her as
she anticipated another session over Brody’s lap, an excitement
that had her panties clinging damply to her folds, her nipples so
tightly puckered they were practically poking holes in her bra. Her
eyes went from his retreating back to slide over the garden bench,
her breath releasing on a frustrated, resigned sigh of
disappointment.

Her look spoke volumes, making it easier for
Ian to give in to Brody’s suggestion. Not that he didn’t enjoy
delivering a sound spanking to a willing partner, he just never
indulged in that kink without following up with a long bout of
sweaty sex. Because he understood and agreed with Brody’s reasoning
there, he would honor his decision. But it sure as hell wasn’t
going to be easy, especially given the semi erect state his cock
had been determined to maintain throughout the afternoon, all over
another woman who was also off the table for sex. He simply refused
to go there with Piper’s friend despite what he suspected was a
growing mutual attraction.

“Don’t worry, Piper,” Ian said as he grabbed
her hand and pulled her over to the bench. “Brody’s not the only
one who can teach you we mean business.”

Before she knew it, Piper found herself
facedown over another pair of hard, muscled thighs, her hips
wiggling in a futile attempt to dislodge herself. With a swiftness
and expertise that spoke of a lot of practice, Ian had her
completely stripped of her shorts and panties and was peppering her
ass with short, sharp slaps, slaps that were landing fast and
furious over her buttocks. Shocked arousal speared through her
senses, the heat and pain he was building wasting no time spiraling
to her already soaked pussy. Mortified by her reaction, a reaction
she had mistakenly thought was because of her attraction to the man
more than the act, she struggled anew to get away from both the
humiliation and the building lust Ian was responsible for.

“Let me go, Ian. Damn it, I don’t want to do
this.” Her demand came out as a desperate plea, her mind refusing
to accept what her body so blatantly did.

“Tough, you should have thought of that
before worrying us, again, with your foolishness. Be still,” he
ordered as he smacked the top of her thigh to keep her from kicking
out. If it wasn’t for the obvious damp arousal seeping from her
pussy to coat her thighs, he would stop, but the proof of her
arousal couldn’t be denied, proof that Brody’s plan of causing her
grief instead of giving her pleasure by having Ian administer this
spanking was backfiring big time.

Two things made Piper give in. The first was
she simply couldn’t fight against the pleasure she was getting from
Ian spanking her, pleasure that was building with each painful
smack. The second was the mention of the worry she had caused them,
worry, she suspected was felt more by Brody than Ian since she and
Brody had a history. Unable to stifle a cry when he landed a
particularly hard blow on the sensitive flesh of the under curve of
her right buttock, Piper gave in to the pleasure, sank into the
bliss of a building orgasm she knew was going to be off the
charts.

Burying her face in her folded arms, she
didn’t even try to keep her hips from automatically lifting for his
next swat, didn’t try to stop from rubbing her mound against the
rough denim covering his rock hard thigh or stop the way her body
shuddered over him. Her ass was a mass of throbbing heat, her
buttocks clenching with her gyrations as her pussy swelled and
dampened even more as her vaginal muscles contracted spasmodically
in anticipation of climaxing.

Just as she reached the precipice, prepared
herself mentally and physically to let go, Ian stopped smacking her
then tantalized and tormented her with a slow stroke of one finger
over the seam of her pussy, leaving a damp trail as he slowly
glided up over her anus. Forgetting her frustration for a moment,
she lifted against that finger, wanting to feel more against that
sensitive spot, wanting to feel the penetration she remembered from
the other night that had sent her careening over that edge once
again.

As much as he’d like to delve into that tight
orifice, Ian reluctantly left that treasure and soothed his palm
over her reddened ass. There was no way in hell Brody was going to
keep from taking her again, and there was no way in hell he was
doing this again without the option of seeing it through to his
satisfaction. But right now, he had no intention of sending her
inside to get herself off in private. He wouldn’t fuck her, but he
would give her this, even though Brody glared at him from across
the yard as he flipped her over and sat her up on his lap, holding
her in place with an arm around her shoulders and her legs.

Piper’s frustration and disappointment was so
acute, she wanted nothing more than to escape Ian’s knowing eyes as
he held her tightly until she quit struggling. “Let me go. You’ve
done what you set out to do, now leave me alone.”

She masked it well, Ian thought, but beyond
the embarrassment and sexual frustration, he could still see the
mortification and disappointment of what she thought of as another
rejection. It wasn’t his place to try to explain, but he could give
her something. “I’m not Brody.” Spreading her thighs, he took her
hand and drew it down to her gaping pussy. “Show me what you like.
Come for me, Piper, and in doing so we’ll both give Brody a little
payback. No, don’t turn around,” he stopped her by grasping her
chin, keeping her face turned towards him. “Don’t think of anything
except getting off. Here, I’ll even help.”

With unerring efficiency, Ian had her top
whisked off over her head and the front clasp of her bra undone
before she could grasp his meaning. Knowing Brody was watching, and
hopefully suffering, gave her the incentive she needed to get over
her initial reluctance to perform such a private act in front of
Ian, a man she barely knew. Then again, she had no trouble getting
aroused by an over the knee, bare assed spanking from this virtual
stranger, which only told her Brody had fucked her up.

Liking the fact she could pin her woes on him
as well as liking the way Ian had drawn her right nipple into his
mouth and his tongue was curling around her taut bud, she gave in
to the pleasure, the growing, consuming need to simply let go and
enjoy the moment and the man. Her middle finger slid easily between
her folds, and the soft, wet sound of her penetration would have
been embarrassing if her vagina hadn’t clamped around that digit in
a vice of silky steel, if the small tremors that had been so
abruptly stopped didn’t pick up right where they left off, if she
didn’t automatically jerk her hips against her hand and set her
climax loose with a single stroke over her clit. Ian’s mouth and
hand never let up on her breasts, his teeth nibbling, his fingers
pinching, the slight sting adding to the pleasure sweeping through
her with the speed and fury of a tempest.

Throwing her head back, her cry echoed in the
yard, the warmth of the sun shining down on her adding to the heat
exploding throughout her body.

Brody had to visibly force himself to stay
rooted at the edge of the woods instead of crossing her small yard
and joining them like his cock was demanding he do. He hadn’t been
prepared for the possessiveness that had filled him when he had set
eyes on Piper draped bare assed over Ian’s lap even though he knew
what to expect when he returned from walking off his irritation and
anger. Spanking a willing woman was only one of the kinks he and
Ian shared a liking for and it wasn’t the first time they had both
indulged in that pleasure with the same woman. In attending the
parties Charles held, they had indulged in their penchant for
sharing and ménages more than once as well as in their private
lives, but he had never felt this gut wrenching urge to plant his
fist in his best friend’s face over any woman before. He hadn’t
been jealous when Ian had joined him in helping Piper through the
effects of whatever aphrodisiac she had been unwillingly given the
other night. Then again, he had been there with them, joining in
the pleasure of bringing her to orgasm over and over.

Watching them now, he had to grudgingly admit
that she had completely turned the tables on them with her willing
response to Ian’s hand reddening her ass, an ass he was dying to
get his hands on again. The automatic lifting of her hips, her soft
cries of both pain and pleasure and the telltale dampness seeping
from her pussy was all the proof he needed that, if she had fought
against having a man she didn’t know intimately performing such an
act, it wasn’t for very long.

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed when Ian flipped
her over and then didn’t release her to finish getting herself off
in private. Brody knew what he was doing, knew Ian was trying to
torment him because of his refusal to let either of them fuck
Piper, and damned if it wasn’t working. Could there be a worse
torment than watching a woman you wanted more than your next breath
touching herself, watching her come apart under her own hands? He
wanted to stride over and join Ian at her breasts, feel her hard
little nipple stabbing him, join his fingers with hers and feel her
come on them just like she did the other night.

Her cry of release had his cock seeping
enough to dampen his jeans and crumble his good intentions. After
Ian righted her clothes and sent her inside with a friendly swat on
her ass, Brody’s only consolation for the past twenty minutes of
pure torture Ian had put him through was that, from the stiff way
he was rising, Ian was suffering the same painful effects as Brody
was.

Ian walked over to Brody, eyed the bulge that
had to be as uncomfortable as his and stated, “If she pushes us
again, don’t ask for my help unless we’re going to go all the way
with her. This is bullshit.”

“But I think it’s for the right reason and
you know it.”

“You would,” he sighed, “which makes you a
hell of a better man than me. It’s my turn to walk off a little
frustration.”

“A cold dip in the lake works wonders too,”
Brody called after him before heading inside and setting the ground
rules, again.

Piper was coming back downstairs when Brody
entered the cabin and glared up at her. “Problem?” she asked
innocently, relishing both the hard on he was sporting and the
frustration he couldn’t hide. It was good to know he was suffering
right along with her.

Brody met her at the foot of the stairs and
with her two steps up, they were almost eye level. “The next time
you take off alone, it won’t be a hand you feel on those soft
cheeks, darlin’, but my belt. From what I’m told, there’s a
distinct difference in a hand slap and the taste of leather. You
might want to consider that before you defy us again.”

Piper’s eyes shifted to the thick, black belt
at his waist and she couldn’t stop a shudder from going through
her. The problem was, she wasn’t sure if it was a reaction of fear
or of longing, because, God help her, she was suddenly curious
about how that belt would feel stroking the soft globes of her
buttocks. Shying away from that revelation, she managed to look
coolly into his eyes and say, “Or I could tell you to leave.” As
soon as the words left her mouth she knew she didn’t mean them. She
wanted them here, she needed them here. Despite her reluctance to
adhere so rigidly to their demands, she was afraid of the recent
events, afraid of what they meant, afraid she did have someone who,
for whatever reason, had it in for her. And she was smart enough to
know she couldn’t handle finding the person behind these incidents
without help. As if that wasn’t reason enough to let them stay,
there was also the undeniable fact that she wanted Brody as much
now as she had five years ago and she wasn’t willing to let him go
until she got him out of her system once and for all.

“Are you telling us to leave, Piper?” Of
course, he wouldn’t go whether she told him to or not. If he had to
camp just outside her property line to keep her safe, he would do
it until he found who was harassing her and put a stop to it. If
these incidents were meant to worry Charles and draw him out and he
took him into custody, he’d deal with the consequences of that
later.

“No. You know I want….need you here.” She
couldn’t bring herself to tell him how much she appreciated his
help. Because she needed it didn’t mean she wanted it.

“Then we’re staying.”

Chapter Eight

By late afternoon the next day Piper was edgy
and disgruntled, again. Shortly after moving to Hope and becoming
friends with Haley, Haley had talked her into attending Sunday
services with her. Much to Piper’s surprise, she not only enjoyed
the service, but the social gathering afterward. A good majority of
the town attended that church and over the small town ritual of
coffee and donuts afterward she had come to know her neighbors and
had been welcomed into their community with open arms. She soon
discovered she wasn’t the only one who had ended up in Hope because
of a painful past. Hans and Greta Borg who ran the local grocery
had spent years in the witness protection program after testifying
against a notorious gang leader in Chicago who had robbed and
beaten them, giving up their family grocery store, their friends
and relatives to put him away for life. It was only recently that
the man had been killed in jail and the elderly couple felt safe
enough to let their friends know what happened to them. Mary and
Clem owned the diner and had moved to Hope ten years ago from
Branson, leaving the home they had raised their only child in
because of the memories his death in Iraq had left. Haley too had
found a safe haven in the small, close knit community and, Piper
suspected Crack, who had opened Rowdy’s shortly after she had moved
here, had a past he wanted to leave behind.