A Shot in the Dark (9 page)

“You’ve been bad, Paige.”

She nodded, wishing she could suck his balls. “I should be punished, Sir.”

“That’s right.” He pulled back but left his cock out. “Stand up and follow me.”

At some point she’d need to analyze how happy following Carter around made her. Right then, she didn’t care.

The size of his bedroom wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but at that moment, it felt monstrous. Carter pulled an armchair from the corner and sat down. “Stand over there and let me see you take those pants off.”

Unlike the other times they’d been together, Paige had none of the embarrassment or concern. The unequivocal want reflected in Carter’s eyes made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Slowly, she slid the braces down her arms, one at a time. The waist of the pants was large enough they would have fallen to the floor had she not held them up. Being naked except for her bra and panties, dressed in clothing that clearly wasn’t hers, was more of a turn-on than Paige would have expected. She took her time sliding the pants down her legs, letting the scrape of the heavy material tease every inch of her skin. Making sure to keep her ass high in the air, she stepped out of the material and slowly stood again.

“Turn.” His voice was little more than a harsh whisper. She did as he asked and waited. “Walk backward toward me.”

It was hard not knowing where she was going, but somehow Paige managed to without stumbling. Carter’s hands were on her ass cheeks as soon as she got into range, squeezing hard.

“Bad, bad girl.” He pinched first one, then the other cheek. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

Paige could feel his hot breath on her skin once she’d assumed the position. Carter ran his fingers inside the edge of the lace of her panties, his knuckles rough against her skin. He hooked a finger and pulled the thin fabric hard to the side. Paige shivered as the heat from his mouth got closer, quickly followed by the hot swipe of his tongue over the top of her ass.

“Whatever should I do to punish you? What do you think?”

The press of his thumb against her asshole had Paige crying out, her body swaying forward, trying to escape him. Carter slapped her ass hard, pulling her back into place with her panties. “We’re not doing this again.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Paige?” He pushed his thumb in a little, stretching the muscles.

“No.” It was one of the few things Rick wasn’t interested in.

“Want to try it?”

She swallowed and closed her eyes. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

Another squeeze before he released her. “I have lube and condoms in the bathroom drawer. Go get them.”

Paige didn’t remember standing up or finding her way to the small bathroom. She ignored the lotions, combs and creams and grabbed the items she was after. Upon her return, Carter had pulled off his shirt and kicked off his boots. Sitting only in his pants, he watched her walk back.

“Turn around, back into position.”

By the time she’d handed over the supplies and bent over, Paige’s heart was pounding madly. The jerk of her panties to the side and the returning teasing of his thumb left her head spinning.

“You’re tight here. I’m going to have to work you open so I don’t hurt you.” He slowly pressed a lubed finger into her ass. “Fuck, you’re squeezing around me hard. You need to relax, baby. Like that.”

Carter pumped his finger in and out of her ass, turning and stretching her. It was odd at first, uncomfortable, but the more he teased her, the faster she relaxed and started to enjoy the sensations. When she started moaning, he added a second finger.

“No, don’t tense up on me now. Keep yourself relaxed. This is only two fingers, not big enough, but you’re getting there.”

He slipped a third finger into her pussy and pumped his hand in steady beats in and out. Paige gasped, and her body shook while she held her position. She wanted to throw herself on the bed and spread her legs wide and beg Carter to fuck her. Of course, he wouldn’t do it if she was obvious about the whole thing. Instead she did her best to give him what he asked of her, knowing he would make everything else wonderful.

“Think you can handle another one? Of course you can.” He didn’t even wait for her reply, removed the finger from her pussy and added it alongside the other two in her ass.

“God, Carter, Sir, it’s too much. Please.”

“You’re not safe wording out on a few fingers in your ass, are you?” He fanned out those fingers, stretching her open and making her pussy pulse.

“No, no, I’m not. No.”

“I want to see you when I make you come from this. Go lie down on the bed on your back.”

He slapped her ass, sending her stumbling in the direction of the bed. Paige happily fell onto her stomach on the bed with a giggle.

“What’s that? Laughing?”

“No, Sir.” She giggled again.

Carter was on her in an instant, pinning her legs down and slapping her ass as hard as he could. The stinging blows came hard and fast, and Paige cried out in pleasure and pain as she tried to escape his unexpected punishment.

As quickly as it had begun, Carter flipped her around until her tender ass was pressed into the not-so-soft cotton comforter. Once upon a time, Rick would have been glaring at her with disdain. Instead Carter’s beautiful hazel eyes smiled down as he grabbed her legs and lifted them up to his shoulders. Leaving them in place, he quickly rolled the condom down his shaft.

“Bad, bad girl.” The tip of his cock nudged her stretched hole. “Laughing when you’re supposed to be getting punished.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She didn’t even attempt to hide her grin.

“I can see that.” He slapped her ass and pushed into her with one long, slow stroke.

Paige had no idea who moaned loudest. All she could feel was Carter stretching her wide, her chest tightening, and pleasure shimmering through her body the deeper he went. When he couldn’t go forward any further, Carter let her legs slip to his sides and ground his pubic bone against her clit.

“I want to hear you, Paige. Every groan and grunt. I want you crying out, begging me to let you come. Do you understand me?”

She swallowed and nodded frantically. “Yes, Sir.”

Paige tried to buck up into Carter’s thrusts, but he forced her hips down into the mattress. “Just feel.”

Feel she did—every inch of his cock sliding in and out of her body. The pounding of his heart against her chest as he collapsed onto her, driving himself deeper. Her voice grew raw from the force of the cries escaping her. Her fears and reservations melted to nothing as her orgasm stampeded closer.

“Need to come,” she managed to whisper.

Carter leaned in and nipped at the tip of her nose. “Beg.”

“Please, please, please,
please.
”

With every word, Carter slammed into her ass harder, forcing his body hard against her clit. When she didn’t think she could take another second, he slipped his hand between their bodies and pressed against her.

“Now.”

Paige screamed until she couldn’t take any more, then she bit down on his shoulder. The pleasure was nearly paralyzing, obliterating her sight, leaving her only with her hearing. Carter didn’t slow or hold back. He thrust into her a few more times before letting out an answering cry. Panting and sweat-soaked, they fell together.

Sleepiness encouraged her to roll close to Carter’s side, tucking her shoulder under his arm and letting her head rest on his chest.

“Am I forgiven?” she asked, playing with his nipple.

“Only if you agree to come to the station holiday party with me in November.”

Paige knew things were finally going to be okay. “Yes, Sir.”

Multipublished author Christine d’Abo loves exploring the human condition through a romantic lens. She takes her characters on fantastical journeys that change their hearts and expand their minds. A self-professed sci-fi junkie, Christine can often be found chatting about her favorite shows and movies. When she’s not writing, she can be found chasing after her children, dogs or husband.

Christine is published with Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Cleis Press and Berkley Heat. Please visit her at www.christinedabo.com and come chat with her at Twitter@Christine_dAbo.

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