Authors: Kelly Favor
He gave her a sidelong glance, a slow smile creeping up the corners of his mouth.
“Sure, we can do that.”
“Good.” She laid her head back and fingered the envelope that had been lying on the seat when she’d gotten back in the car.
Hunter noticed it too. “Does this mean you’re ready to sign?”
“No,” Kallie said firmly.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I take it you don’t hear that word very often.”
“I don’t hear it often, and I don’t like hearing it—especially not right now.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to sign that contract, Hunter.”
He grit his teeth and didn’t speak for a time. “Tell me what the problem is, Kallie.”
“The problem is, I want more than what that contract is offering me.”
“So why are we going to my house, then?”
She smiled at him. It was kind of funny to see him struggling to figure out what was going on, and she liked that. “We’re going to your house because I enjoy spending time with you. And I want you to show me more of your special room in the basement.”
“So you want to have your cake and eat it, too.”
“Don’t we all?”
“The point is, that room is special for a reason. I don’t just take anyone down there. It’s reserved for intimate encounters, and I need to trust the woman I bring in there.”
“You don’t trust me?” she said. “Because I won’t sign that silly contract?”
“It’s not silly. And no, I’m not sure I trust you, Kallie.”
“Give me some time, Hunter.”
“You already did the test drive.”
She looked at him. “Sometimes you need more than one.”
He glanced back at her and their eyes met, sending shivers down her spine. And then he smiled. “Okay, you want another test drive? You’ll get one.”
“Lie down on the bench,” Hunter commanded.
They were in the basement, of course, and Hunter had immediately become a different person down here. He was firm, somewhat cold, and his eyes had a hard intensity that Kallie found simultaneously intimidating and exciting.
Kallie walked to a bench that appeared to be a significantly modified piece of gym equipment. She laid down on her stomach, with her head at one end of the bench, and her legs hanging off the other end and her feet on some stirrups that had been jury rigged to the back of the bench, causing her butt to sticking up in the air.
“That’s perfect,” he said. “Put your hands in the manacles,” he told her.
She stuck her hands through a pair of manacles that had been attached to the sides of the bench. Hunter came over and quickly adjusted the clamps so that her hands were firmly in place. She couldn’t have gotten out now if her life depended on it.
Next, he cinched the restrains tight around the stirrups upon which her feet rested.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice husky, as he admired her. “I could take a picture of that and frame it.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” she said.
“You see, that’s the kind of backtalk that I wouldn’t tolerate if you were my true submissive partner.”
“Exactly why I won’t sign that contract,” she retorted.
“Keep it up, Kallie. Keep it up. It’s going to make the punishment that much more enjoyable for me.”
That got her to quiet down. She was nervous now. What did he mean by punishment? Was it really going to hurt?
She licked her lips, closed her eyes, told herself to calm down. Hunter wouldn’t truly hurt her. And if she told him to stop, he would.
A moment later, he was pulling her pants down. She wasn’t wearing panties because they’d been soiled by their earlier activities, so now he’d exposed her bare bottom.
“You need to be taught. You’re wild, unbroken,” he said. “You need to be broken in and domesticated.” His hand slowly caressed her rear, and she was instantly wet from his handling.
Suddenly, he smacked her buttocks with the palm of his hand. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet basement. It didn’t hurt—maybe it stung ever so slightly though.
“That’s for being a pest,” he told her. Again, he raised his hand and slapped her ass. “And that’s for talking back.”
He slapped her butt again. “And that’s for thinking you know anything about BDSM.”
She cried out, mostly in pleasure, and then his hand was firmly massaging her bare ass. He rubbed one cheek and then the other. Soon, both his hands were massaging her. “I think I need to oil you up a little,” he said.
He retreated to a corner of the room and she heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. A moment later, he returned. Kallie kept her eyes closed. Her butt was pleasantly tingling from the spanking he’d given her.
She wanted him to fuck her already. He had no idea, probably. No idea how hot this was getting her.
Part of her wished she could spend all of her time down here with him. She wanted to learn all of these machines intimately. She wanted Hunter’s attention, all of his attention focused on her.
Was it possible he was right about that stupid contract? She wondered.
But no, there were too many strings attached. It was one thing to like the sexual interplay, the spanking, being tied up—it was another to let Hunter control her life down to the smallest detail.
She came back to the present as he dribbled some kind of lubricant all across her behind. “That’s it,” he said. She heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed again, and more oil dripped onto her butt cheeks. It felt good and warm and sexy.
Hunter started massaging it in firmly with both hands. “Your ass is red and glistening now,” he said, his voice husky with desire. He slapped her buttocks playfully.
Slap, slap, slap, paddling it.
“That feels good,” she moaned.
The paddling stopped. “Does it? Unfortunately for you, this is punishment.
You’ve been bad and you need correcting. Now is not the time for rewards. But still, you should know how good a reward feels, Kallie. Believe me, I’m as good at rewarding correct behavior as I am at punishing bad behavior.”
He moved away from her again, and she heard him shuffling around in another corner of the room. When he came back, his tone was serious. “This might sting a little,” he told her, “but it’s for your own good.”
She didn’t know what to expect next, when a second later she felt something smack her buttocks. “What is that?” she asked, as the tingling, stinging sensation reached its peak and then began to fade.
“It’s the next step up from a spanking,” he told her. “I’m using a slightly modified ping pong paddle instead of my hand.”
She craned her head around and he showed it to her. It was just an ordinary ping pong paddle, only there was a furry black cloth covering the paddle head.
He moved behind her again and whacked her buttocks with the paddle. Now that she knew what it was, the pain was really negligible. There was a sharp, slight stinging sensation, followed by a warm tingle that ran all the way through her groin area.
Her mound was wet against the bench beneath her as Hunter rhythmically paddled her ass. Soon she was gasping and moaning, crying out—mostly in pleasure. The line between pleasure and pain, she realized, was growing vague. Part of her was in a tiny bit of pain, but most of her was greatly enjoying Hunter’s attentions to her bare rear end.
After a time, he applied more lubricant, taking great care to rub it all over her skin. A few times his hand strayed lower and started to stimulate her wet entrance.
When he did so, she would moan and lift her pelvis, arching as much as she could.
Slowly, his fingers crept down the crack of her behind and past her anus, and then slid into her pussy.
He began gently fingering her entrance, and then with his other hand, he once again started to spank her ass. This time he was just using his hand and not the ping pong paddle.
Hunter’s fingers were magnificent, expertly working her clitoris as his free hand spanked her oiled buttocks.
Soon, she was coming, her body bucking against the restraints.
“I think you rather enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked, when she’d finished climaxing.
“Yes,” she admitted. Her breathing was only just beginning to slow now and she felt a sudden overwhelming sense of gratitude to Hunter for showing her this kind of sexual exchange.
“So maybe I do know a thing or two about what you want,” he pointed out.
“I know you do. I’m just afraid.”
“But you’re also horny, aren’t you?”
She craned her head over her shoulder and saw that he was unzipping and taking out his erect cock.
“Yes, I’m so horny.”
“And you want to be fucked on the bench, don’t you, slut?”
The word slut shocked her, but then she noticed that her pussy was even wetter suddenly. “I do. I want you to fuck my pussy.”
“That’s right, slut. You’re going to take my cock all the way inside, and I’m going to fuck you until you come for me.” With that, he moved behind her and she felt the head of his cock pressing into her opening.
She was tight—maybe it was the position she was in—but he had some difficulty fitting himself into her. The tightness of her hole seemed to excite him further, as she could hear him breathing heavily as he slowly worked into her.
Soon, he was all the way in.
Kallie was lying on the bench, completely at his mercy. His hands were on her hips and sometimes he’d move them up to grab her ass, while he fucked her from behind.
Her breasts were bouncing against the bench and the whole contraption was shaking and creaking as he pounded against her.
“I’m going to come again,” she cried out, and this seemed to turn him into a wild animal.
He grabbed her hair and pulled it as his cock slid in and out of her tunnel, faster and faster, and then he was finishing too, spurting all over her buttocks and back while she tried to regain her senses.
Afterward, Hunter gently undid her wrists and ankles and she sat up on the bench.
He came over to her, leaned down and kissed her roughly on the mouth. His tongue was searching, his lips pressing against her lips.
She opened her mouth and let him explore. Kallie was totally vulnerable, totally his to do with as he pleased. He cradled her back with one arm and she went limp in his grasp, letting him kiss her mouth and then rip her shirt open and kiss her breasts, sucking her nipples.
“Come,” he said, pulling back momentarily. He took her by the hand and led her out of the basement, upstairs and then up the next flight. He brought her into his bedroom, which she hadn’t been in since their first night together.
She felt so privileged to be in his room with him again, she felt as though he’d given her a stamp of approval or something.
“Kallie, I want you to spend the night with me,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and her heart speeded up.
Do I love him? Am I falling in love with this man?
Hunter looked at her and she felt there was something unspoken between them.
Kallie thought that if he could, Hunter also would have said that he loved her.
But it was too soon. That was why neither of them said anything.
At least, that’s what she told herself. The alternative was too frightening.
She lay down on her back and then Hunter climbed into bed, on top of her. He pulled his own shirt and pants off. His body was strong, powerful, muscular and sleek, like some Greek God come down to Earth for the sole purpose of making love to her.
His eyes stared into Kallie’s and she lost her breath. Then he was kissing her once more, and she was stroking him until he was fully hard again.
“Oh, Kallie,” he whispered. He pushed inside of her, this time going slower, taking his time with her.
She let him take her, let him determine the pace of their lovemaking.
He made her feel so sweet, so vulnerable and yet sexy too. She loved the way his hands explored her body, touching her breasts, stomach, arms and legs as if he couldn’t believe that her flesh was real.
She was getting wetter and wetter as their passion built.
“Hunter,” she cried.
He looked into her eyes. His determination increased, and he was sliding into her more furiously now.
His hands locked on her hips and his pelvis started to move at a steady and quick pace.
Kallie wanted to scream and cry and laugh all at once, it felt so incredible.
She thought she might need to make him stop because the feeling that came over her now was overwhelming, as if the heat might burn her down to nothing.
And then she was coming, coming, coming, and the heat was burning—but she was rising up from the ashes.
That night, they lay together, and Hunter held her so close. She smiled upon waking sometimes throughout the evening, and finding that his strong arms were wrapped tightly around her, and his face was nuzzling her neck.
She’d never felt so protected, never known what it was like to have a man pay so close attention to her that she thought she’d never want to be alone again.
The heat from Hunter’s body was so erotic, so sensual. Her recollection of what he’d done to her earlier in the day served to stimulate her senses even at that late hour.
But she allowed herself to drift off to sleep again. When she awoke the final time, it was still early in the morning—early enough that it was dark outside (although from the quality of the light outside the windows, she could tell that dawn was coming soon).
She smiled for the hundredth time that night, happy to be here in his arms. Happy to be held by him. Suddenly, his hands were fondling her breasts, and then he even reached between her legs.
“You’re awake,” she said.
“Now I am,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe, as his hand slowly stroked her wet slit.
“Oh, Hunter,” she whispered, grateful for his touch.
He began rubbing her entrance until it was so wet that his fingers gently slid inside.
Kallie cried out. He kissed the back of her neck. “Now climb on top of me,” he said, lying on his back, his erection pointing straight up in the air.
She straddled him, and he put his hands on her hips, lowering her, guiding her as he slowly penetrated her folds. His cock slid straight in, fitting like a hand in a glove.