SWNOVELS : Chapter 7
She put her hand gently on his chest and pressed her mouth to his. Connor’s lips were warm and inviting. He stared at her a moment then closed his eyes. Her warmth, her fragrance, the softness of her skin soaked into his senses. She had the power to sooth his body, calm his mind, and allay his fears. At least for a little while. The world beyond their door was chaotic and terrifying; but lying naked, with her by his side, he was given respite from the menacing storm that now engulfed them. If only they could remain this way forever!
Sylvie pulled back, ending his reverie. She peeked over at him then quickly cast her eyes down in shame. ‘Connor, I’m really sorry for the way I’ve behaved, for all the hurtful things I’ve said to you. I should never have raised my hand or my voice to you, or sworn or threatened to leave. Please forgive me?’
‘You’ll be forgiven,’ he assured her, ‘after I spank your ass!’ His tone and demeanor appeared stern and unyielding, but a hint of a smile gave him away. He felt a wave of relief wash over him. Nothing had changed between them. Though Sylvie might stew and storm, argue and rebel at times, deep down inside she craved his dominance. She wanted to submit, to surrender to his will. But it was difficult for her. Sylvie struggled to comply with the stringent rules he’d devised for her. She had difficulty accepting his discipline and dominance. That made her submission all the more precious to him. Sometimes he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and never let her go; but sadly, there was no safe harbor for them. The connection they had was tenuous at best; it was never meant to last. It was for now, not forever! They had no future together. He didn’t think Sylvie could accept that. She was hanging in there for a happy ending. But that wasn’t going to happen! When she finally got the message, she’d leave him. That realization tore at his heart.
Sylvie’s face turned ashen. She averted her eyes and nervously chewed her bottom lip. This was awful! Her poor ass was still sore from before. Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut and spared her bottom another session over Connor’s knee? It was no use begging for mercy…she wouldn’t get any. Arguing was out too! If she argued or resisted his discipline he’d say she wasn’t truly contrite and double the punishment. She could try to distract him, threatening to leave again, but remembering the stunned look on his face, decided against it. Sylvie had really upset him. She’d verbally assaulted him, vilifying and maligning him with her words. Then made things worse by physically assaulting him as well. It was bad enough that she had a foul mouth and a bitchy attitude, but striking him? That was outrageous, even for her. It was childish. She’d never punched anyone before, well except maybe her brothers, but never in the face. Sylvie couldn’t help feeling guilty about it. She could have really hurt him: breaking his nose, splitting his lip, knocking out a tooth. Though she hated to admit it, maybe she did deserve another paddling.
Connor gently stroked her back, slowly working his way down to her naked bottom. It was still red from his previous chastisement. He smiled at her silence. Sylvie wasn’t arguing or being defiant, wasn’t begging or pleading. As hard as it was for her, she’d decided to accept his correction. ‘You didn’t really think I was going to let you get away with such deplorable behavior did you?’
She shook her head no, but couldn’t bring her eyes to meet his. Before she knew what was happening, he’d sat up, swung his long legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed her, and dragged her, whimpering, over his lap.
‘Why are you being punished Sylvie?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer immediately, he picked the brush up off the nightstand and started peppering her behind with hard whacks. ‘I’d like an answer please.’
Sylvie was trying not to scream. Her ass was on fire! The new spanking reigniting the sting of the previous one. A full-blown conflagration of heat and pain exploded on her bottom. ‘I punched you,’ she choked out.
‘Yes you did…twice actually. And to make matters worse, you tried to knee me. That kind of hooligan, brawler behavior is wholly unacceptable Sylvie; and I intend to make sure you never ever do it again.’ He began smacking the hairbrush hard against her ass, leaving fiery red ovals in his wake.
Sylvie writhed on his lap, struggling to get away from the searing pain, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Sobbing, she tried to swallow back her shrieks, terrified the staff would hear her. Having him spank her like a child was humiliating enough; but having everyone know he was doing it and sniggering about it was beyond mortifying! ‘Please Connor, please stop! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Ow! Ow! I won’t do it again!’ she begged.
‘No…you won’t!’ he said as he rained down another dozen whacks to her cringing bottom cheeks. ‘What else did you do Sylvie?’ he demanded to know.
She was crying so hard, a wet spot had formed on the carpet beneath her head. ‘I yelled and swore at you,’ she sniffed. Sylvie was about to continue, but Connor cut her off.
‘What am I going to do with you, Sylvie?’ A barrage of whacks landed on her right cheek. ‘You’re well-educated. You’re intelligent. You’re pretty. For all intents and purposes you appear to be a well-bred young lady…then you open your mouth.’ The bombardment of her left cheek began.
‘Aaaah! Aaaah! Argh!’ Sylvie howled, but he didn’t let up. He continued to batter her backside.
‘Your filthy mouth would make a Marine blush. Can’t you find a better way of expressing yourself?’ He emphasized every word with a stinging whack. ‘You’re a lady, a gentlewoman. I expect you to act like it! You will not use profanity. Ever! Have I made myself clear this time? Because I’m getting awfully sick of repeating myself.’
‘Yes sir.’ At this point she’d say, do, promise, or agree to anything if only he’d stop whaling on her. Connor was killing her! Had anyone ever died from a spanking before or would Sylvie be the first? Her fanny was so swollen she was sure her skin would split open like a ripe tomato! Then he’d be sorry!
‘If it weren’t for the fact that you’ve vomited so much, you’d be sucking on a bar of Dial right now.’
Yuck!
‘The next time I catch you swearing I’ll wash your mouth out with soap! Understood?’ The brush continued to pummel her bruised and quivering backside.
‘Yes sir,’ she squeaked, her whole body shaking.
He stopped, resting the brush on her overheated hindquarters. Sylvie was nearing her limit. Her bottom was already showing signs of bruising, purplish splotches amid a sea of red. He didn’t think she could take much more. Between the sniffling and sobbing, she was straining for breath. He was concerned. This was the worst punishment he’d ever meted out to her. He wanted her to accept it as a justified and necessary correction, not think of it as abuse or brutality. He’d been enraged when she’d hit him; infuriated by her back talk and what he regarded as a full-blown temper tantrum on her part. That wasn’t his Sylvie, that was some out-of-control harridan! He had every intention of blistering her ass until she threatened to leave him. For the first time in his life he hadn’t known what to do. He knew it would undermine his authority if he didn’t whip her butt. But the seething anger he’d seen in her eyes scared the hell out of him. He had no doubt that she was prepared to walk out the door. If he’d pushed her she would have! Uprooted with no explanation. Cut off from all personal communication with him. Demoted from bedmate to employee. Was it any wonder she’d been confused, frightened, and lonely. That didn’t excuse her behavior, but it did explain it. So, instead of smacking her ass, he’d made love to her. That’s what she’d needed at the time: reassurance, affection, and understanding. She needed to reconnect with him, to know he cared, that he hadn’t forgotten her. He’d been tempted to not address the matter of her misbehavior at all. To put it on hold until…? Until when? Until this nightmare was over? When would that be: next week, next month, next year? Maybe never! He didn’t want to spank her. He wanted to hold and comfort her and tell her everything would be alright. Even if it wouldn’t! Then she’d apologized and he couldn’t ignore her transgressions, her faults and failings, any longer. He was forced to act.
His eyes softened as he looked at her. She was crying so pitifully. Her body trembling with each sob. Connor told himself he needed to set limits for her. That he couldn’t have her challenging his authority. He was right of course. Especially not now that she was in danger. But she’d already apologized. What more could be accomplished by continuing the punishment? ‘I think you’ve learned your lesson little girl,’ he said, returning the brush to its place on the nightstand. ‘But I’m warning you, don’t ever raise your hand to me again. Or talk to me the way you did today, with such contempt and disrespect. And don’t you ever, ever threaten to leave me again! Because if you do, I promise you’ll live to regret it!’ His hand walloped her bare behind and thighs another half dozen times and then it was over. He helped her to her feet; and to his surprise, Sylvie launched herself into his arms.
He held her close and gently kissed her on the forehead. The way she felt when she was seeking shelter and comfort in his arms engendered something primal in him. An atavistic instinct to lead and protect. A primitive need to possess her completely. He’d never felt this way about another woman, even Marisol. Sometimes the feelings were so strong, they unsettled him. Connor wanted to be more to her than just her dom. He wanted to be her everything. Her warmth, her sustenance, her shelter.
Sylvie sniffled as she stood on her tiptoes, her lips seeking his. It was a slow, sweet, lingering kiss. So innocent, yet so sensual.
His cock reacted, poking her lasciviously. He pulled her against him, crushing her breasts on the muscled plates of his chest. He dragged his fingers up and down her spine, then made her cry out when his hands came to rest on her well-punished bottom. As soon as she opened her mouth in protest his tongue invaded. She could do little but groan. Connor withdrew his tongue then gave her a peck on the cheek. A moment later he spun her around and pushed her down on the bed.
She gasped then hissed in pain. She was afraid to move her backside hurt so bad.
His lips moved to her ear. ‘Tsk, tsk,’ he clucked. ‘See, this is precisely why you should never misbehave!’ He rocked his hips against hers, causing her butt to rub against the sheets. Though she was sure the bed linens were 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton, the softest and best money could buy, to her ass they felt like sandpaper. She grunted and groaned with every movement. ‘Tut, tut,’ he chided. ‘This won’t do.’ He rolled off her and lay on his back. ‘Okay, climb aboard,’ he said with a lecherous grin.
Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief, finding the thought of riding his cock in ecstatic abandon, quite arousing. At least it would forestall this agonizing pain in her ass. She gingerly crawled on top of him, aligning her body with his.
‘Not that way,’ he informed her. ‘I want you facing my feet.’
She stared at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head. She didn’t like the sound of this. ‘Why?’
‘I want to get a good look at my handiwork.’
Sylvie looked horrified. She was not the least bit interested in having him do any such thing. ‘I don’t think I’d like that!’
‘You’ll like it just fine,’ he told her firmly. ‘Now stop being such a prude and turn around.’
Sylvie eyed him warily. She wanted to tell him no way! But he’d already given her two spankings since she got up; she wasn’t going to try for a third. Discretion in this case was the better part of valor. She meekly turned around and was about to settle herself over his steely pole and ride him in reverse when he stopped her.
‘No! No! No! That comes later. For now I want you to scooch your bottom down here,’ he said grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back.
She turned scarlet when she realized he wanted her bottom right in front of his face. This wasn’t good! What was he planning to do to her? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Connor grasped her hips and tugged till her thighs nestled in his underarms and her calves were splayed out on either side of his head. Satisfied with her position, he pushed down on her back, forcing her into a semi-prone position. Sylvie could feel his hot breath on her girly parts. She liked it when he touched and kissed her down there when she was on her back, but this was decidedly different. She clenched her butt cheeks together, not wanting any other orifices to inadvertently wink at him and draw his attention. She kept trying to look back over her shoulder to see what he was doing, but he whacked her on the behind and pointed in the other direction. That was all the incentive she needed. Her head snapped around and almost collided with his stiff cock. Hmmm! She could suddenly see the possibilities!
‘My, my, what have we here?’ he said rubbing his fingers over the pink pouty lips of her crease and finding them covered with honey. He smiled to himself. Sylvie might cry, and sob, and scream bloody murder when he spanked her. Wail that she hated it. Accuse him of being mean and cruel to her. But deep down inside, her body responded to his dominance. Here was the proof! Sylvie was not a true submissive like Marisol; but with the right training, the right encouragement, she’d come around.
Sylvie felt a gust of warm air. Connor was blowing on her clit. Her blood immediately began to heat, sending tingles throughout her body.
His hands caressed her heated bottom, then gently pried her nether lips apart. Like a delicate flower unfurling its petals, she opened to him. Connor breathed deeply of her musky scent. Her rosy pink lips were swollen and awaiting his attention. Mouth watering, he smiled at the delectable morsel. Wasting no time, his tongue licked along her succulent slit, savoring its sweetness. It circled the opening then poked into the wet welcoming warmth of her channel. She was like velvet inside. Ever so slowly, he drove his tongue in and out of her. Sylvie began to mewl with pleasure. The pad of his middle finger rubbed her pearly nub making her squirm in delight.
Two could play at this game! Sylvie’s wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly pumped her hand up and down its length. His body immediately tensed. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips and began to lick over the head. It darted back and forth over the small slit at the tip until a drop of dew appeared. She lapped it up; then opening her mouth wide, she swallowed four inches of his member. Lips sealing around his shaft, she began to suck. Her head bobbing up and down from the effort. Her tongue tickled and teased him, sliding over, under, and around his cock. Connor moaned. Up and down. Up and down. With every stroke she tried to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Connor’s tongue explored every part of her sheath before withdrawing and turning its attention to her throbbing clit. His tongue flicked the hypersensitive little button. The tingling and sparking emanating from it was a cross between delightful and unbearable. He rasped his tongue over and around it until she thought she would go crazy with pleasure.
Sylvie was ready to combust! She was starving for him. The magnitude of her desire overwhelming. It burned with a fire and intensity she couldn’t control. She tried to focus on his cock, continuing to work her magic on his pulsating manhood. Her tongue licked and caressed him, curling round his member, sucking greedily. Trying to repay him in kind for the pleasure he was giving her.
Connor dragged his tongue over the nub then wiggled it back and forth. Her body shuddered. He kissed it, then took it into his mouth and began sucking and nipping it with his teeth.
That was all she needed. Her skin prickled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Heat radiating from every pore. Then her pleasure peaked. She came undone as she erupted. The world disappeared as she spiraled over the edge in a shattering, explosive orgasm. Wave after wave of seismic shocks radiated from her core. Her body quivered and convulsed as the ripples crested and ebbed, leaving her in a state of exhausted, blissful rapture. She sighed in contentment then started sucking him again with gusto.
He reached for her upper arms and pulled her back. ‘No more! Turn around baby; I need to be inside you. Now!’
She was still a little shaky from the orgasm, but she did as he ordered. She climbed off him and then back on, this time with her legs straddling his hips. Connor grabbed her around the waist and lifted himself up into a sitting position. He brought his lips to her breast and captured the raspberry-colored nipple. Then suckled and feasted on the hard little gumdrop while Sylvie positioned herself over his pulsing cock. She rocked back and forth, her silken sex covering the head with her slick tribute. He abandoned her breast and sought the soft lips of her mouth. He pressed his mouth to hers. It was a desperate kiss, a searing kiss, leaving her skin scorched in its wake. She could feel herself melting. His tongue swept into her mouth and plundered it. Sylvie was breathless, ripe, and aching for him. She slowly impaled herself on his steely shaft. She sighed with pleasure as his cock pierced and stretched her, filling her completely.
Connor moaned as he sank into her. God, how he’d missed her, hungered for her. He’d gone to bed every night craving her charms…her warm willing body, the welcoming wetness of her sex, the softness of her skin as it moved against his. He groaned as he claimed her, his cock delving into her heated depths. His eyes closed as he fell back on the mattress. Fever ignited his body. His fingers seized her swollen red hillocks. He held her tightly, controlling her movements. He lifted her slightly then forced her down hard on his iron-like lance. His invasion was ruthless. She moaned as his cock abraded her passage, the head repeatedly slamming into her cervix. His savage rhythm kept her poised between breathless euphoria and painful torment. Connor grunted louder with each ferocious stroke. He had staked his claim. She’d surrendered. He owned her. Sylvie was his, body and soul. He groaned, his body heaving and lurching, as the first jolt of his orgasm ricocheted through him. His spasms were violent, his cock pulsing uncontrollably as it bathed her womanly vessel with his hot seed. ‘Sylvie! Sylvie!’ he cried out as he spent himself inside her.
Her sensitive bits began to stir. They twitched and fluttered sending shivers up her spine. She could feel the heat building in her core, like tongues of fire searing her skin. She gasped as she detonated, shock waves buffeting and jolting her with delicious sensation. Electrical current surging through her veins. She panted as her muscles contracted around him, milking him dry. She wasn’t anchored to the ground anymore; she was soaring. Swept up into a whirlwind, she was spiraling into the abyss and it was glorious! The spasms were fierce, causing her to shudder and flinch with each one. Sated, she collapsed on top of him.
She cuddled against his chest like a contented cat, her body rubbing ever so gently against his. She felt like purring. Sylvie was insatiable when it came to Connor. She hadn’t thought much about her girlie parts until he came along. She couldn’t have cared less about sex. It wasn’t even on her agenda until him. Now every time she saw him or even thought about him she found herself tingling with desire and wet with arousal. Was that normal? She’d gone from being the quintessential nerdy virgin to a sex-crazed wanton in the blink of an eye. When they were together, all she wanted to do was please him, satisfy his every desire. They shared an unrelenting passion. A raw animal lust. Sylvie craved his beautiful, sexy body, his gorgeous, talented cock. She longed to feel him lying on top of her, his manhood embedded deep inside her. To lie safe in his arms at the end of each day spent and happy. This felt so right she couldn’t help thinking they were fated to be together. She breathed in deeply, loving the scent of him. A heady mixture of the spicy, woodsy aroma of his $500 a bottle Clive Christian cologne, sandalwood soap, sweat, and the lingering smell of cum and sex.
‘We’d better get dressed,’ he announced, looking at her sadly. I’ve got to be at the airport by 5:30 and we’ve got a lot to talk about before then. Lying in bed naked with you is not conducive to serious conversation. We tend to find other things to occupy our time.’ He leered at her and grinned.
‘What? You’re leaving so soon?’ she asked in alarm. ‘Can’t you stay awhile? I thought we’d have dinner and you could spend the night.’
‘No, that wouldn’t be wise Sylvie.’ His tone was curt and no-nonsense. He obviously didn’t want to discuss the matter any further. Connor rolled her off him, got out of bed, and began searching through the closet for something to wear. He grabbed a pair of well-worn jeans and a long sleeve sweater from the shelf; then went to the dresser.
Sylvie looked dazed and on the edge of tears. How did this work? He’d drop by for an hour or two, fuck her brains out, then go off on his merry way, never giving her a second thought? Wait a fucking minute! She stared at him wanting to say something, but his back was to her. He went to the dresser, and opening the drawers, removed a pair of boxers, a tee shirt, and a pair of socks. He looked up and their eyes met as reflections in the mirror. The look said it all. He was leaving her and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it!