Safe in His Arms (11 page)

“His fingers were so small,” he said, his voice choking a little.

Her own eyes swam. “He was perfect.”

“Of course he was.”

Chapter Six

Zac stayed for four days, popping in and out of their apartment at random times, never inviting them to see his own. She didn’t ask for more—she had agreed to his conditions. Before he left on his next assignment, he gave her a laptop to replace her own, transferring her files and programs over. “I’ll contact you through this laptop. I don’t know when, but I promise you when I can, I will.”

She nodded. “What if I need to get a message to you?”

“You have to wait until I contact you first.”

She frowned.

“Come here, I want to show you something.” He bookmarked an online banking site on her browser. “Memorize this number,” he said, entering it into the account number login.

It was nine digits long. She broke it into groups of three and studied it, repeating it over and over in her head until she was sure she had it.

He clicked the cursor in the password box and entered Parker’s initials and birthdate. “Got it?” He asked.

“Got it.”

He hit enter and she stared at the screen. The account balance was over two million dollars.

“What is this, Zac?” she asked.

“If more than a year passes without hearing from me, this is for you and Parker.”

“Does this mean you trust me more than when you transferred the hundred thousand?” she teased.

He considered her, looking serious. “Things have changed for me, yeah.”

“You’re not afraid I’ll just take your money and run?”

He looked even more serious. “You’ve put your trust in me. I’d better be able to do the same.”

Something in the way he said it made her realize how difficult this was for him—surely a man who swore he had no relationships also existed without trust. She touched his face. “Thank you.”

* * *

She heard from him three nights later, when a chat box popped open on her laptop.

Ghost: Isn’t it past your bedtime?

She smiled and put her cursor in the reply box, giggling when she saw the moniker he’d assigned her was “Pink Panties.”

Pink Panties: Says who?

Ghost: Do I need to give you one?

She grinned as the familiar thrill shot straight down her spine and into her pussy.

Pink Panties: No, sir.

Ghost: I have an assignment for you.

Pink Panties: What?

Ghost: I want you to sign up for some kind of mind-body class. Like yoga, or meditation.

Pink Panties: Why?

Ghost: I think it would help with your asthma.

That irritated her. For some reason it felt like criticism of something she couldn’t control.

Pink Panties: Asthma is a medical condition. It’s not psychosomatic, if that’s what you’re implying.

Ghost: Exacerbated by stress.

She rolled her eyes and made him wait before typing, “Maybe.”

Ghost: I want to read, “Yes, sir.”

This time the domination did nothing for her. He was overstepping, as far as she was concerned. She had no interest in being micromanaged by someone who wasn’t even around to observe her daily life.

Pink Panties: I’ll think about it.

Ghost: Becca, you are heading toward a punishment spanking.

A small thrill returned at those words, but the fact was, he was nowhere near her.

Pink Panties: Prove it.

Ghost: You will regret that challenge.

A slightly larger thrill.

Ghost: I need to get off line. I don’t know when it will be safe for me to contact you again, but you’ll hear from me then.

An enormous disappointment.

Pink Panties: K.

Ghost: Good night, Becca.

Pink Panties: Night.

It was 19 days before she heard from him again. She was lying in her bed, her laptop on her lap, reading the domestic discipline blogs—her favorite pastime—when a video chat screen opened and Zac’s light blue eyes looked at her. Excitement and bitterness shot through her, a burn akin to throwing back a shot of tequila.

“It’s time for your punishment, Becca,” he said, flipping the contents of her belly like a pancake.

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I’m going to discipline you now. If you cooperate, then I won’t have to use the paddle when I return.”

Her body swarmed with hot and cold tingles and she could feel her lungs closing. “Hang on a sec,” she said and stood up to grab her inhaler from the dresser, taking a puff as she returned.

Zac’s face was predictably blank, perfectly calm. “You don’t think stress has any relation to how you breathe?”

She blew out her breath and rolled her eyes. “Well—” She didn’t really have an answer, but wasn’t about to admit he might be right.

“Set the laptop on the night table and make sure you set it up so I can see you.”

She did as instructed.

“Now I want you to pull down your pants and panties and get on your knees to show me your ass.”

A pulse of heat pumped in her pussy. Feeling extremely awkward as she watched herself reflected in the small video box, she peeled down her pants and panties.

“Not off, Becca. Just leave them around your thighs. Yes, right about there.”

She felt ridiculous, and the video-cam made it so much worse—as if she were on TV for the entire world to see.

“Now give me the full view,” he said, and she climbed onto her hands and knees on the bed, her bare butt facing the laptop. “Yes, that’s nice.” He said nothing for a moment, and she craned her neck around to look at the screen. “All right, Becca, you can climb back down. Open the drawer in the bedside table.”

She opened the drawer where he’d stored their implements and toys, titillated. “Take out the butt plug and the lubricant.”

She hesitated, meeting his eyes. This wasn’t something she really thought she could do alone.

“You heard me,” he said sharply, and she fished out the required items, her clit pulsing. “Now, I want you to put some lube on your anus.”

She made a face, but did as instructed, her fingers trembling as she complied.

“Now, insert the plug.”

She looked at the thing doubtfully. It looked huge, and she really couldn’t believe he’d put that in her ass before.

“It will fit,” he said, reading her mind.

She reached back with both hands, one holding the plug, the other seeking her sphincter. She pushed the tip against her lubricated hole and found the rounded soft rubber tip actually felt comfortable, even pleasurable. Zac nodded at her and she felt her cheeks grow warm. She wasn’t sure which would be worse, having him watch her face as she inserted it, or turning around and having him watch her ass. She struggled to insert the plug deeper and felt resistance. Her breath caught, her mouth opened into an “O.”

“That’s it, Becca,” he murmured encouragingly.

She thrust harder, sliding it past the wide bulbous part with a grunt. There was an embarrassing pleasure at its movement inside her—as well as the sensation of being too full.

“Good girl,” he said, two words that always made her wet. “Turn around so I can see.”

Afraid it might slip out, she held it in as she turned around to show him, a touch of aroused pride mingling with humiliation.

“Mmm,” he murmured approvingly. “Very good. Now, you’ll find in the drawer an arthritis cream called Capsaicin. I want you to take it out and squeeze a tiny bit—about the size of pea—onto your finger.”

She looked at him questioningly as she obeyed, but he offered no explanation.

* * *

“Now, turn around and show me your ass, and I want you to rub it on both your cheeks, all over.”

Becca gave him her beautiful backside again, holding the plug in with one hand while she spread the cream on her cheeks. He knew it would produce a burn that would come on slowly, over the next thirty minutes, lasting for several hours with a sting as painful as a real spanking. Once the sting set in, nothing but time would take it away—washing and rubbing only increased the burn.

She turned back around, looking expectantly obedient, if not confused. Her nipples were tenting the thin t-shirt she slept in. “Good girl, Becca. Now go and wash your hands with a lot of soap and water and then come back to me.” He didn’t want her to accidentally rub an eye or touch her pussy with the cream.

She glanced down at the pants around her thighs.

“You can take them off.”

She flushed, shooting him a turned-on and flustered glance as she peeled them off, disappearing from his view, walking awkwardly with the butt plug. He smiled at the sight of her, his cock straining at his pants. He heard the sound of running water and then she came back in sight, the butt plug still in place.

“Bend over the bed so I can watch your naughty bottom turn red,” he said, enjoying the flicker of her lashes his words produced. She reached back to hold the butt plug in as she complied. “Yes,” he said. “Push that in a little deeper. In and out.”

He heard the sound of a muffled groan as she moved the plug inside her.

“That’s it. Keep pushing. In and out, now wiggle it a bit. Yes. If I were there, I would fuck you with that plug in your ass. I would hold you by the hair and plow into you, pushing that plug deeper as I drilled your pussy.”

She moaned again. He freed his erection from his pants, stroking himself while he watched the skin of her round cheeks turning pink. Her hand wandered from the plug to one of her cheeks, as he imagined the sting was coming on.

“Don’t rub, little girl. It only makes it worse. I’m giving you a long distance spanking tonight, and now that it’s begun, nothing will stop you from feeling the full effects.”

She turned to peek over her shoulder at him, looking for more information. He debated whether he ought to prepare her. There was something sexy about telling her what she was going to experience, but there was something sexy about keeping her completely in the dark, as well.

“Here’s what I want to know, Becca. Do you really think you can be submissive to me? Or is it just a game for the bedroom?” When she didn’t answer, he regretted not being able to see her face. “Turn around, sit down on that plug and your soon-to-be burning bottom and look at me.”

She pushed herself to stand and turned around, gingerly perching on the end of the bed.

“I asked you a question.”

She rubbed her nose.

“Be careful—did you really scrub your hands with soap?”

She yanked her fingers away and looked at them. “I think so,” she said doubtfully.

“Okay, I just want to be sure. I don’t want to trigger an asthma attack because your nose is on fire.”

She gave him a wobbly smile.

“Are you willing to concede anything to me, yet?”

She gave a short laugh. “Maybe.”

“Like what?”

“I will try out a class, like you suggested.”

He couldn’t help but smile. “Was that a suggestion? I rather thought it was an order—which you deliberately disobeyed. Which brings us to my previous question.”

She chewed on her lip and shifted a little, the line between her brow increasing. He guessed the sting was beginning to set in. “I don’t know,” she said in a half-whisper. “I’ve never tried before. I thought it was what I wanted, but…”

“It’s harder in real life than in fantasy.”

She nodded.

“What if, instead of getting hung up on who is right and who is wrong, you just kept it in the realm of what you like from your man? What if you just decided you would obey me because it makes you wet to submit, not because I know better than you or I never make mistakes.”

She was looking at him intently, the line between her brows disappearing.

“Could you do that?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned at her use of the title.

“Can you believe I have your best interest at heart?”

She tilted her head to one side. “Yes, sir.”

“I may not always be right,” he shrugged. “But I’m the one who gets to spank. Because ultimately that’s the way you like it.”

She looked relieved, her face softening. “When are you coming back?” she asked, her voice catching, her eyes tear-bright.

He shook his head. “I’m not sure. It could be a week, it could be a month. I’m sorry. But I should have more access to my computer now, so we can chat. And you can tell me how obedient you’ve been.”

She smiled and shifted her weight, her brows furrowing. “This really stings.”

“I know. It’s a punishment. It’s going to sting for a few hours, just like I gave you a real spanking.”

She blushed. “Ouch.”

“Get your vibrator out of the drawer.”

Her eyelids flickered and she complied.

“Now bend back over the bed, with the vibrator between your legs, right on your clit.”

She took the position, her bottom now a bright red. “Is it on?” He laughed. “Turn it on, Becca.”

He heard her muffled giggle.

“Make little circles right around your clit. Now reach back with your other hand and start pushing that plug in you again. That’s it. You’ve been a naughty girl, and now you’re getting spanked by me. Push the vibrator inside your pussy. All the way in, until it hits your cervix.”

He heard her groan, her back arching and contracting, her bottom wiggling. He returned to stroking himself. “Use that angled tip to get around behind your cervix, find your g-spot.”

He watched her fumbling with it, sensing her confusion as she sought the location he described. “Ohhhh.”

“That’s it, baby. Push the butt plug hard.”

She complied, her movements becoming sloppy as her tempo increased. “Harder, Becca!”

She moaned.

“That’s it. I want you to come for me. Come for me now, Becca!”

A cry escaped her throat and her body froze, then she pushed with her toes on the floor, lifting her pelvis to bury the vibrator deeper inside her. She squeezed her butt around the plug, jerking as her orgasm crested and she made a keening cry. He rubbed his cock, meeting his own release at the sight of hers.