One Lucky Bastard (4 page)

“What?” She wiped her hand on a napkin.

“I said drop it.” He nodded at her food. “Eat up, and then we’re going home.”

Her appetite disappeared. How could he be mad? He wouldn’t even let her apologize for her friend’s rudeness. No, he just shut her up and ended the discussion.

Debbie placed her napkin in the middle of her plate, scooted her chair back, and left the table. She didn’t stop until she reached Mick’s car. Crossing her arms, she leaned on the car, stuck out her lower lip, and blew the hair out of her eyes.

“Drop it. Eat. We’re going home,” she muttered. “Argh… Is it my fault Jen’s a complete moron who opened her stupid mouth before thinking?” She let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and wished the whole thing had never happened.

* * *

Mick pushed through the door of the Roadhouse and stepped out on the sidewalk. He inhaled a huge breath to calm down. The little minx deserved a spanking.

Her refusal to acknowledge their relationship hurt, and her childish behavior by storming out of the restaurant plain pissed him off. A band of worry constricted around his chest. She needed time to adjust to their relationship, but he wasn’t playing around. Hell, he didn’t have time to fool around with these silly games.

The sooner she learned that, the better.

Rounding the corner of the building, he didn’t break his stride. He hit the remote for his car and frowned at the way Debbie jumped at the sound of the locks popping.

He opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

She stomped her foot but moved to sit down without getting mouthy. He crossed in front of the vehicle, got in, and started the car without a word. He let her stew in her own juices.
The sooner she learns to accept our relationship and everything that comes along with it, the better.

Heavy sighs filled the small enclosure every mile he drove. He counted in his head to keep from lecturing. If she was trying to get him riled, she was doing a damn fine job of it. Luckily, she must have sensed his patience was up, and cut the dramatics the rest of the way home.

Back home, he parked the car in the garage and let his hands fall off the steering wheel. “Why?”

Debbie stared at him and remained silent. The heat of her gaze pierced a hole through him.

Without answering, she climbed out of the car and marched to the door to wait for him to unlock the house. His reaction time slowed down with the shock of how much temper she displayed. It took him a few seconds to work up enough steam to follow her.

The second he’d pushed the door open, she stormed past him into the foyer.

Mick caught her in the kitchen, scooped her over his shoulder, and carried her down the hall upside down. She screamed, and he answered with a smack on her pretty little heart-shaped ass.

“Hey!” She stiffened.

He chuckled. “If you want to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”

Flipping her onto the bed, he followed her down and captured her hands above her head. “Grow up.”

She snorted. “You’re one to talk. It wasn’t me who got upset because someone mistook me for your parent.” Glaring at him, she refused to back down. “I saw how Jen’s comment upset you. You can’t deny that! If I could have stopped her from asking the stupid question, I would have. The last thing I want to happen is for you to feel uncomfortable in public with me.”

“It wasn’t your friend’s innocent question, but your reaction.” He lowered his face until he was nose to nose with her. “You wouldn’t admit I was your boyfriend, that you belong to me. If you are ashamed of our relationship”—he jerked his head—”there’s the door, sweetheart. I don’t have the time or patience to wait for you to grow up enough to handle a mature relationship.”

“You’re crazy!” She struggled against his hold. “I’m not embarrassed. I was protecting your feelings, jackass.”

He dragged her arms farther up on the bed. Growling, he claimed her mouth. The anger, the struggle, the fiery temper fueled his desire to put her in her place. She belonged to him, and she’d better learn that fast.

Debbie’s thrashing around the mattress ended, and she melted underneath him. He ground his cock into the apex of her thighs. He broke away from the kiss.

“You need a spanking, baby.”

Chapter Five

Mick gazed down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. She closed her mouth and bit down on her lower lip. The thought of his big, rough hand slapping her bare ass caused a pleasurable thrill to spread in her lower region.

“I’ve been bad?” She pouted.

He nodded. “Very bad.”

She stifled a giggle at the way Mick cocked his eyebrow. She could play this game.

“But…I didn’t mean to make you mad.” Arching her chest up off the mattress, she moaned. Unable to move with his hands holding her down, she shivered with excitement. Giving him control over her pleasure left her free to concentrate on all the wonderful ways her body hummed from his attention.

Mick pulled up into a sitting position. “Pull your pants down and lie across my lap.” He patted his legs. “I’ll teach you not to hide our relationship.”

“I—That’s not what—”

“Shush.” He pointed at his lap. “Get over here and take your punishment.”

Debbie scrambled off the bed, unzipped her jeans, and pulled them down under her butt cheeks. Mick held out his hand and helped her lie across him. Her pussy dampened at the very vulnerable position she found herself in.

Running his hand over her bottom, he caressed each cheek, paying close attention to every inch of bare skin. She squirmed. Unable to take the teasing, she wished her pants were off and she could open her legs wider.

Slap.

Debbie flinched. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited out the sting. In a few seconds, a delightful warmth spread out from the area Mick had swatted.

Slap.

She gasped and held her breath. Mick’s hand rubbed over her cheek. Her skin pulsed from the punishment.

Her exhalation deflated the tension in her body, and she moaned. His fingertips teased the sensitive nerves around her anus.
Oh God.

“Your skin is nice and pink. Two plump, round targets with a nice little surprise in the middle.” He ran his finger down the slit of her ass. “Baby, you make me harder than a rock thinking of putting my cock inside that virginal hole.”

“Do it, Mick.” She moaned. “I want to give it to you.”

“You’re not ready yet.” He laid his thumb over the tight ring, pressed down, and swatted her ass with his other hand. “Soon.” His hand came down again and left a delicious jolt. “I’m going to prepare you to take me. Every day.” He rotated his thumb. “That way it’s all pleasure, baby.”

Her anus throbbed. She’d had no idea her body would react this way. “Mick…” She groaned. “Oh God.” Squeezing her legs together put pressure on her clit, and she almost came. “I’m going to…” Her breath came out harsh. “Mick!”

He slapped below her buttocks. Her body convulsed in rolls. Her orgasm built up slow, and then exploded deep inside of her.

“That’s it, baby.” Mick never let up on her anus. “Good girl.”

Panting, she finally inhaled and relaxed against his legs.

“Your pussy juice is dribbling out.” Mick moved his hand down and ran his finger along her lips. He spread her cream all over her slit. “Here, let me help you sit up.”

She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “But…what about you?”

“Patience.” He popped a finger in his mouth and sucked the taste of her off. “I plan on taking my pleasure with you.”

Mick moved over to the dresser. “Ah, here we go.” He held up a short plastic toy. “This will help stretch you.” Turning her around, he chuckled. “You really are innocent in a lot of things, baby.” He ran the butt plug along her slit. “You’re so wet, it’ll slip right inside you.” He placed the plug on her anus and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Just like before. Bear down.”

She visualized that part of her body relaxing, opening, and accepting him. “Oh!”

Mick chuckled. “God, you’re adorable.”

“That feels really…different.” She shifted from one foot to the other. “It’s going to stay in?”

“Yep.” He moved his hands up inside her sweater and cupped her breasts through her bra.

She laid her head back against his chest. Her body melted under his touch. What other new things would Mick dream up for them to try?

“I have a couple of bigger plugs in the drawer. Tomorrow, after you get home, I want you to insert one and wear it around the house.” He tugged at her hardened nipples. “The next day, you’ll go up to the next size.”

She rubbed her ass against the front of his jeans. His aroused cock was evident in the ridge that fit along her crack. “What do I do the day after that?”

Mick lowered his head and nibbled her earlobe. “On that day, you’ll come home, and I’ll fuck your ass.”

She shivered. “Oh.”

“Mm.” He stepped back, unzipped his pants, and guided her to bend over in front of him. “I love when you do that.”

“Oh.” She gasped and held on to the bed as he slid his cock into her cunt.

With the plug in her anus and his dick thrusting into her pussy, she forgot to breathe. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

“That’s it, baby.” He grasped her hips and pulled her back. “Fuck. You’re tight.”

“Oh. God.” She clawed at the bed to stable herself. “I’m going to”—she blew out her breath—”burst.”

“Do it.” Mick grabbed the back of her sweater and sped up. “Come on my cock.”

“Ohhh…” She bucked against him. “Now…” Her anus and pussy pulsed together in one huge spasm. The pressure with both her holes plugged gave her an unbelievable high.

“Ah…” Mick thrust and held still.

Warm shots of cum heated her womb. Her legs shook with the aftershocks of the orgasm coursing through her body.

“That was incredible.” She hung her head down and closed her legs, keeping Mick buried deep inside.

“Sweet.” He rubbed the sides of her hips. “So sweet, baby.”

He slid out of her cunt and groaned. She sighed with contentment and stood up, happy to hear she had worn him out.

After removing the plug, she pulled up her panties and jeans and leaned over to give Mick a kiss. “Thank you.”

He collapsed on top of the bed. “It’s only going to get better.”

“Promise?”

Mick nodded. “Yeah, just no more tantrums, or I’ll have to spank you again.”

She bit down on her lower lip. “Uh, about that… You do know that a spanking isn’t going to stop me.” She shook her head. “I pretty much spilled my juice when you swatted me.”

“Go take a shower, baby.” He playfully slapped her ass. “It’ll give me time to come up with a different kind of punishment for when you’re naughty the next time.”

* * *

Debbie carried the laundry basket cradled against her hip and tossed in more clothes she picked up around the room. She grinned. Mick’s elegant master bedroom looked more like a college dorm with all her clothes scattered around everywhere.

“Hey, Mick.” She walked over to the bathroom, peeked her head in, and whistled. “Look at you, looking all businessy and sexy.”

He winked at her in the mirror. “I’ll be gone this morning but will be back before you get off work.”

“Okay.” She held up the basket. “I have an hour until I have to leave. I’m going to throw my clothes in the washer. You have anything you want washed?”

“No, go ahead.” He turned, stepped over, and stole a kiss. “Why don’t we grab the rest of the things at your apartment this weekend?” He slipped past her and picked up his keys. “How much longer are you tied up in the lease?”

“I’m not.” She leaned against the wall. “I had a year’s lease, but it’s expired now. I’m on the month-to-month rental plan from here on out.”

“Great.” He flipped his keys in the air and caught them. “We can clear the place out and turn in your notice.”

“Why would I do that?” She set the basket down. “Isn’t it a little early in our relationship to make such a huge permanent decision? What happens if this doesn’t work out between us? It’s not easy finding a place in this city. Plus, I can still make rent and stay here too.”

Mick frowned. “It will work out, baby.” He shook his head. “Do this for me. It’s important.”

“Why?”

He crossed the room, stroked the lengths of her arms, and smiled. “Because it is… I told you, I don’t play games, and I want us to commit one hundred percent to our relationship. You know how I feel about us.”

She nodded.

“Okay, then. I’ve got to head on out.” He pecked her lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”

She remained against the wall after he left. Staring at the empty doorway, she sighed. This wasn’t the first time he had demanded she give up her apartment.

Pushing off the wall, she bent down and lifted the basket. Not understanding why this seemed so important to him, she went downstairs to throw her laundry in the washer. She’d figure out what to do later.

Chapter Six

“Nathanial, put down the puzzle.” Debbie rushed over and held her hand out. “Thank you, kind sir.” She grinned at the little boy’s giggle. “Now go join the other kids around the circle. Mrs. Mead is going to read another Dr. Seuss book, and I know how you like those.”

She slid the wooden puzzle board into the proper cubbyhole, tiptoed along the perimeter of the room, and slipped out the door. “Whew! I think half of those kids are still working their Halloween candy off.”

Her friend Juanita pursed her lips and stared her down. Debbie threw up her hands.

“What? Do I have finger paint all over my face?” She scrubbed her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“No, girlfriend, but that mock collar isn’t hiding that love bite on your neck.” The other assistant teacher leaned forward. “You still seeing that old dude?”

Debbie snorted, sank down to the floor, and leaned against the wall. “Oh, stop it. He’s not that old.”

“He’s twice your age.” Juanita sat down beside her. “Lordy, girlfriend, you could have anyone you wanted.” She shook her head. “Why saddle yourself with someone who wants to stay at home and tend his garden?”

“You don’t know Mick at all. He’s not like that.” Debbie sighed. “He completes me. I love the stability, attention, and maturity he brings into my life.”