Authors: Renee Rose
The Bossman (16 page)
When he stopped at last, he did not stroke her bottom or lift her up for a hug. “Do not move from this position,” he commanded.
She lay collapsed over the arm of the sofa, her pants still pulled down, her flayed bottom on display while he walked away. She hadn’t cried. The spanking had come too fast and hard for her to let go and her shame only grew as she lay prostrate. She didn’t know if the punishment had ended or if he was simply giving her a break. She listened to his sounds, realizing with a fresh wave of guilt he was sweeping up the glass, cleaning the mess she’d made. His footsteps retreated to the kitchen and she heard the refrigerator open and the sounds of the cooler being unpacked. It seemed like forever before he returned to the living room, walked past her and sat down on the sofa.
“Come here, Sophie.”
She erected herself from her position slowly, the throbbing in her ass still too insistent for her breath to be calm. “Am I getting that rubber thing again?” she sulked.
“Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Come here.”
She started to pull her panties up.
“Leave them down.”
Her breath stopped. He wasn’t finished spanking. She shuffled over and stood before him.
“
Apologize.
”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“Try again. Look me in the eye and say it.”
“I’m sorry, Joey, I really am. I’m sorry.” Her chin began to quiver and her nose burned.
He pulled up her panties, then the jeans, the containment of the rough fabric over her swollen flesh making her whimper. He tugged her onto his knee and reached for a plate he’d set on the coffee table with two sandwiches, offering her a bite.
“I think you might be hungry.”
The observation, the caring behind his actions caused her to burst into tears. Bawling and chewing at the same time, she leaned into him, feeling the steadiness of his presence against her wobble. “I’m sorry,” she sniffed. “I guess I’m just stressed about moving in with you--it’s a big step.”
He rubbed a slow pattern on her back, fed her another bite. “I know, I get it.”
“Well, why didn’t you spank me a long time ago? I’ve been begging for it all day. Then I wouldn’t have told you to fuck off and gotten the horrible rubber thing.”
He chuckled. “You were looking for a spanking?”
Her eyes slid away from his to rest on her knees. “Well, maybe not consciously. But yeah, kinda.”
He rubbed his face. “So...you just show me a little claw because you want to be tamed?”
She felt her cheeks grow hot. Was that what she wanted? To go down fighting? She gave a small shrug. “Yeah, I guess so. I like it when you take me in hand.” She took a breath to confess, “The spankings I think about the most are…” she trailed off, embarrassed.
He gripped her jaw the way he had earlier, only his touch coaxed now. “Tell me.”
“The ones when you’re really pissed off, not just spanking to get me off.”
“You like it real.”
“I guess so. Even though I don’t like it at the time. That’s weird, huh?”
He gave a wry chuckle. “Nah. But it sucks for me. How am I supposed to know when you want to be dominated and when you want me to back off? You see the position that puts me in? If I mess up, I will always come out the asshole.”
She touched his face, moved he put so much thought into it. “I could sign a contract,” she offered. “Agreeing to abide by your rules or I’m punished.”
“You want to sign a contract agreeing to abide by my rules or you’re punished?” he repeated in disbelief.
She nodded.
“
You
would abide by
my
rules?”
She giggled. “Is it so surprising? I moved in with you, didn’t I? I think I’ve finally admitted I need a strong man so I can surrender. I thought maybe you knew that the whole time. Was I wrong?”
“All I knew was if I ever won your surrender, my life would be forever fulfilled,” he grinned. “You know, I think I’ve figured out which musical we are.”
“
Taming of the Shrew
? I mean,
Kiss Me, Kate
?”
He laughed. “I was thinking the
King and I
. I’m the King,” he said, puffing his chest and jabbing it with his thumb.
She giggled.
“And you’re the woman who challenges me at every turn. You keep me honest.”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Marry me, Soph?”
She hesitated. But how could she refuse? This was the man who she trusted enough to sign a contract to obey, the man who always knew just what she needed. Her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, Joey,” she choked. “I’ll marry you.”
He cupped her head in both his hands and pulled her mouth to his, kissing with a fierce possession that stole her breath. Two hot tears slid from the corners of her eyes, salting their kiss and sending Joey into a demanding frenzy, his tongue plundering her mouth, his lips bruising hers. “I love you, Sophie,” he rasped.
She blinked, the terror of commitment overshadowed by the warmth seeping into every cell of her body. “I’ve already given you my heart, Joey La Torre. Please be careful with it.”
Joey turned solemn. “I’m in it for keeps, Soph. You and me, forever. You can trust me to always take care of you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, drinking in his vow. “What if I change my mind about being spanked?”
“After you sign the contract?” he demanded in mock outrage. Smiling, he grazed her cheek. “I’ve already told you it’s up for negotiation. But telling me to fuck off is never going to go well for you--nobody gets away with that.”
“May I still work?”
He shrugged. “Whatever makes you happy. I might have to take over the business management, though to make sure you turn us a tidier profit.” He gave a wink.
She giggled. “You’ll be my handler? Are you going to call my clients and tell them you’re raising the price?”
He grinned. “I might.”
“You won’t be jealous of me massaging other guys?”
“A little. You’ll just have to make sure I’m the only one who gets the happy endings.”
#
Eight months later
“I know what you think, Nancy. You think I’m not good enough for your daughter.” He’d finally cornered Sophie’s mother, who had timed her flight in for their wedding so she would arrive right before the wedding rehearsal. “You’re right--I’m not. But I can promise you I will take very good care of her.”
Nancy looked away, scanning the family members milling around the private room at Epic’s with wine glasses and hors d'oeuvres before the rehearsal dinner, probably looking for a rescue from her husband. Her eyes were the same cash green as Sophie’s but with the lighter skin and hair, they were not as striking. Still, her beauty had held over the years, which gave him a smugness knowing his wife would be just as hot at 60 as she was at 30.
“I’m out of the organization. Did she tell you that?”
Nancy dragged her eyes back to his face. “I’m sure she believes that.”
“It’s the truth. Listen...I’m sorry Artie broke your heart--”
Sophie’s mother recoiled as if he slapped her.
“--but it’s not going to be that way for Sophie. I have legitimate investments we can live on and I’m not running anything but legal business dealings. I love your daughter, Nancy. I love her. And I’m going to work every day to make her happy.”
Nancy stared at him. Her expression was no longer closed as it had been when he’d begun, but she still frowned.
From across the room, Sophie spotted them and made a beeline over, a worried crease between her brows. He drew her against him when she arrived, trying to absorb the anxiety that had built around her mom’s arrival. He’d already spanked her twice that day to calm her nerves and though he’d had to wrestle her a bit the second time, the results had been remarkable. He’d come to love everything about spanking Sophie. From ordering her around, to the actual infliction of pain on her squirming, reddening ass, to the mad desire it produced in her. Today it had given bloom to an open softness. He loved the way she looked at him afterward, her eyes full of adoration, her defenses gone, her heart wide.
“I was just vowing to your mom I will keep you happy.”
Sophie’s hand slipped to her abdomen, still visibly flat, but full of the promise of a twelve week old fetus--a secret shared by only the two of them.
Her mother did not miss the gesture. “Are you pregnant?” she gasped. “Is that why--?”
“No, mother,” Sophie hissed, her body stiffening against his. “I’m marrying Joey because I love him and we’re starting a family because we want one.”
“She wouldn’t have me at first, you know.” he said. “She didn’t want to suffer the way you did.”
Nancy’s mouth opened and closed without speaking.
“I had to make quite a few changes to convince her I was worthy.”
“Joey--” Sophie protested.
“I don’t want you to think she entered this lightly, or hasn’t thought it through. She’ll be holding me to a standard and I intend to meet it.”
The fight left Nancy’s body and she blinked rapidly. “Are you pregnant?” she asked in an awed voice. It was the voice of a grandmother-to-be, not the voice of a shocked mother.
Sophie nodded, the glow of joyful expectation that always appeared when she talked about the baby shining on her face. Her mother pulled her into an embrace. “Oh God, Sophie, I’m so happy. How far along?”
“Shh, Ma. Only twelve weeks. We’re not telling anyone until we’re through the first trimester.”
“Wait, what is this?” Pauly appeared behind the women. He was dressed in a fancy suit, his shoes shined and his hair slicked back. Sophie had asked him to give her away at the wedding, and she’d never seen Pauly look so proud.
Sophie beamed. “It’s true, God willing,” she said, crossing herself. “You’re going to be a great-uncle.”
“Hey, hey, that’s great!” Pauly exclaimed, sweeping her into a bear hug, then pumping Joey’s hand with several congratulatory slaps on the back. “Great-uncle, eh?”
“How about Godfather?” Sophie asked, her eyes darting to him. “I mean, I haven’t discussed it with Joey, but…”
“It’s fine by me,” he said. Al might be offended, but this bonding between Sophie and Pauly seemed important. She lacked a father figure, and Pauly needed a purpose in life, considering he’d never married. Their baby might give him just that.
“I’m going to spoil that kid rotten,” Pauly declared proudly..
Nancy threw her arms around Pauly, the love of the moment overcoming her previous stiffness. “I’m glad you’re going to be there for my grandbaby,” she sniffed. “Just like you were always there for us.”
Joey opened his arms. “What about me? You going to accept me as your son-in-law?”
Nancy smiled in amused concession, the expression so similar to the looks he had wrung from Sophie it was uncanny. She stepped into his embrace and offered her cheek for his kiss. “You’d better not hurt her.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” Pauly said.
He grinned, finding the assertion endearing rather than offensive. “If they only knew,” he murmured in Sophie’s ear, giving her bottom a little pat.
She blushed and turned into him, pressing her cheek against his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I love you, La Torre. Do you know that?”
He kissed the top of her head, her hair silky against his lips. “Keep reminding me.”
She smiled up at him. “I will. Every day. Till death do us part.”
About the Author
Renee Rose is a modern dance teacher, Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and kinkster. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around her favorite kink: spanking.
A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be. Leave a comment and join the conversation!
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