Taming Megan (7 page)

She worked her fingers furiously along her clit while pressing the well-lubricated plug into herself, taking the wider girth of it more easily than she thought she could, pushing it in and pulling it out, pausing when the widest part of the thing stretched her wider than was comfortable. She rubbed her clit harder and pulled the plug back out just a centimeter then seated it deep inside her, her muscles closing around the narrow neck of the thing as she came, her hips bucking on the bed, her hand drenched with her own juices, the dread of her upcoming humiliation, her punishment only dawning on her once she had come down from the high.

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Jake walked into the house to smell another one of his favorite meals cooking: a roast. He set his briefcase down and smiled, rifling through the stack of envelopes. Very much like the other night, he went to peek into the oven to find the meat and potatoes roasting, knowing exactly where he would find his wife.

He smiled, his cock growing hard before he even opened the study door.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” he said when he found Megan naked but for her panties which were pulled to her knees, standing in the corner with her nose touching the wall, hands at the back of her head.

“It was impossible, you try it,” she said.

He smiled at her sense of humor. He adored her.

Jake took off his jacket and eyed her naked body, the lines of her back, her narrow waist, her softly swelling hips. She had braided her hair and it sat over one shoulder. He rolled up one shirt sleeve at a time, never once taking his eyes from her, glad to see she hadn’t broken position and stood still facing the wall.

“You wet now, Meg?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she answered without hesitation.

His smile widened and he walked to her as he finished rolling up the second sleeve. He kissed her neck softly while his hands gripped her hips and dragged her back just a little. “Put your forehead against the wall,” he said. She did so as he pulled her a little farther, she stood leaning forward, her bottom lifted toward him. He pulled her bottom cheeks apart and touched the base of the plug. “How did that go?” he asked, twisting it slightly, drawing a moan from her when with his other hand, he touched her dripping pussy.

“How do you think?” she asked. “I mean I’m standing here in the corner. You must have some idea how it went.”

He chuckled. “You’ve got a smart mouth, Meg. I think we’ll use the belt tonight.”

“Belt?” she asked, turning for the first time since he had walked in to look at him over her shoulder.

“Belt,” he repeated.

Her eyes went to his hand as he unbuckled it.

“That will hurt,” she said, still half bent over, hands behind her head.

“Yep,” he said, almost laughing out loud. She was so darn cute and so willing to please him. And he had no intention of punishing her hard. Truly in his mind this wasn’t punishment at all. Not a real one. “Just a little with the belt. I’ll take you over my knee first and warm you up with my hand. Go ahead and straighten up.”

“Um… Jake?” she began, then seemed to change her mind. “My arms are tired.”

“How long have you been standing in the corner like that?”

She glanced at the clock on his desk. “I guess about twenty minutes. I came in after I got everything finished and cleaned up in the kitchen.”

“Oh, honey,” he said, taking her arms and bringing them down, rubbing them as he pulled her in for a hug. “You can just clasp opposite elbows next time when it’s so long, ok?”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.”

He moved toward the couch and brought her with him.

“But wait,” she began, hesitating when he sat down.

“Yes?”

“The belt. I’m not really sure about that.”

“We’ll go slowly, don’t worry. Maybe I was too light with my hand the last time if you prefer it?”

She shook her head. “Oh no no! Not at all. I’m just thinking the belt will hurt a lot worse than your hand and that hurt plenty already.”

It took all he had not to smile wider. She was completely serious.

“You know what, hon,” he began, pulling her to sit on his lap. “I’ll be honest with you, I would have been really surprised if you’d been able to get through the entire day without touching yourself.”

“You knew?”

Now he laughed. “Shall we get this done so we can move on to better things?”

“Will I be allowed to come?” she asked. “I’ve been on edge all day, Jake! I thought that one, and really it was just to get myself to relax so I could put the plug in, but I thought that one would do it and I’d be ok, but…”

He smiled, taking her face and bringing it to his, kissing her.

“And really, I think I should get something for telling you the truth. I could have lied and pretended I’d been good.”

“Let me ask you something then,” he said, a little more serious this time. “Do you want me to let you off the hook?” he asked. “I gave you one restriction and you ignored it. You felt guilty enough that you came to stand in the corner yourself. I think you want me to hold you accountable. Or am I misreading things?”

“I just don’t really want the belt. I think that will hurt a lot.”

“Answer my question. Do you want me to let you off the hook? Would it be fair to either one of us if I don’t follow through?”

She considered for a moment, her expression also growing more serious. “You should spank me,” she said.

He smiled. “You know we’re playing around and you’re not in real trouble, you understand that, right?”

She nodded.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

She nodded again.

“If you feel like the belt is too much, use it and we’ll go from there, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Where do your hands and feet stay while you’re being spanked?” he asked.

“On the floor.”

“All right, slide your panties off and get in position.”

She stepped out of her underwear which had slid to her ankles and got up from her seat on his lap to lean over it, holding on to his thigh as she lowered herself and put her hands on the floor.

“Do I need to hold you in place?” he asked.

“No, sir.”

He started softly, just caressing her bottom and thighs first, spreading her open to press on the base of the plug. He wanted to take her ass. His cock throbbed beneath her belly as she wriggled about and he realized what she was trying to do, moving just a little forward. He shook his head and smacked her ass.

“Ow!”

“Don’t try to come. Remember that’s why you’re in this mess to begin with.”

“Sorry. Ow!”

He spanked fast, covering both cheeks and the very tops of her thighs. He gripped her waist to keep her from moving so much and he could see the effort it took for her to keep her hands and feet on the floor. She made some sound but just like the other night, she wasn’t one to scream or call out. It didn’t surprise him, actually, he would have been surprised if she was a screamer. She kicked now and again but only once did he have to remind her to keep her feet on the floor. When her bottom and thighs were a pretty shade of pink, he lifted her to stand. She stumbled but he caught her as he rose to his feet. Her eyes were wet and her face flushed, hair sticking to her forehead where she’d broken a sweat. He pushed them back from her face and kissed her temple as he reached to pull his belt from its loops.

“Bend over the arm of the couch, Meg,” he said.

She glanced at the belt, then back at him. He nodded to reassure her and she moved toward the couch, draping herself over the wide arm with her hands on the seat.

“Down flat on your torso, you can keep your arms underneath you.”

She did as he said without a word, laying her face on the seat and looking up at him.

“We’ll do ten. You’ll count out loud and thank me each time. If you rise, the stroke won’t count, understood?”

She lifted her face from the sofa and nodded, looking forward. He saw how she had fisted her small hands beneath her chest to brace herself. The belt would hurt but he wanted to use it, he wanted to mark her with it. He wanted to line neat stripes along her ass and thighs and he wanted to do it with his belt.

Before moving to take up his place behind her, he went to his desk and retrieved a tube of lubricant, slipping it into his pocket. “Straight legs, don’t bend your knees. Feet flat on the floor and thighs together. Good girl.”

She sucked in a breath with the first stroke and he waited, watching the quickly reddening stripe on the center of her ass. His cock grew even more rigid, if that were possible, and he was certain fucking her wasn’t going to last long.

“One, sir. Thank you.”

He brought the belt down again and waited for her to count, wishing now he’d given a lesser number or not asked her to count because he wanted these strokes done and he wanted to fuck her. The third stroke lay just above the last and she clenched her bottom, tucking her arms deeper beneath her as she called out the count. The next four he did quickly, barely giving her enough time to count out the strokes. The last three he concentrated in one place along her sit spots. She counted each one and when it was over, she turned to face him but remained in position. Her eyes were red and her forehead shone with sweat. He dropped the belt to the floor and before sliding his pants off, he reached underneath her to find her clit. She lifted her hips to him and he rubbed the slippery nub while with his other hand, he gripped the base of the plug.

“Push, Megan,” he said. She did as he played with the plug, withdrawing it slowly.

“Jake…” she began, reaching for his hand to push it from her clit.

“Shh… You can come, Megan. More than once if it happens,” he said, taking the lubricant from his pocket and dropping his pants and underwear.

Her body relaxed at his verbal permission and she gave herself over to him as he massaged her clit with his hand while sliding his cock into her slick pussy. She called out as she came and it took all he had to keep from exploding inside her. He held still inside her until she slowly settled, her breathing still heavy and short.

“Megan,” he said while smearing some of the lubricant onto her bottom hole. She moaned when he touched her there, trying to pull away a little.

“Just a minute. It’s too much,” she managed. He imagined she’d be hypersensitive now but it wasn’t unusual for her to have multiple orgasms during sex. She just had to get beyond this point.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Meg.”

She only moaned but didn’t try to pull away when he rubbed the lubricated head of his cock against her back hole.

“We’ll go slowly, just push against me baby.”

He spread her open, watching her hole stretch to take him, giving her time to adjust until the head of his cock was in and she began to moan softly as he moved slowly, taking centimeter by centimeter. He was so close that he had to stop altogether more than once so as not to come but when he was half way in and she began to move her hips in time with his, moaning, he could no longer hold back. He took the next inches as she pushed against him, resisting for just a moment before softening again and when she called out to him to fuck her while reaching a hand to her pussy, he gripped her hips tight and fucked her hard and fast, the feel of her tight, hot hole different from her pussy as she stretched to take him.

Her muscles clamped down around him as she came again and this time he didn’t hold back, thrusting into her ass hard until he too stilled, his cock throbbing, pumping his seed inside her.

The doorbell announcing the first of the party guests rang at five minutes over the hour. Megan hadn’t been able to eat a thing all day and Jake had finally made her get out of the kitchen and let Anna take over. She was barely down the stairs and still tucking a pin into her hair when she heard a woman’s laughter coming from the hall. She stopped and forced herself to take a deep breath. She could do this, it was fine. There was no reason for her to be so nervous. She wasn’t a child; she was Jake Roark’s wife.

“There you are,” Jake said as she turned the corner, pasting a smile onto her face, her nerves a jumbled mess in her belly. He put his hand at her bare low back, rubbing once before urging her forward. “This is my wife, Megan,” he said, introducing her to the older couple. “Megan, this is John Steward and his wife, Karen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Megan said, shaking hands with the couple.

Jake told her what Mr. Steward did but she barely heard it as the doorbell rang again and Jake opened it. Two couples walked in and they all seemed to know each other because immediately after she was introduced, the women began to talk among themselves and Jake with the men.

She stayed by Jake smiling politely, glad for his hand at her back reassuring her.

“Come on in, we’ll get some drinks for everyone,” he said.

The three waiters he’d hired for the night stood ready to pour drinks for everyone. Megan floated around the room on Jake’s arm feeling out of place, realizing she was at least twenty years younger than the youngest woman here. She counted heads. They were waiting on two more couples. She was about to go into the kitchen for a break when the doorbell rang again. Jake looked at her and she signaled she would answer. He smiled, turning his attention back to the conversation at hand. Megan’s heels clicked along the hardwood floor as she made her way to the front door and pulled it open. A couple smiled at her and behind them a man stood in the distance talking on his phone.

“Hello, young lady, you must be Jake’s wife,” the older man said. He stepped inside, ushering his wife in with him. Both had graying hair and were elegantly dressed. Their smiles seemed genuine and the man held out his hand.

“Yes, I’m Megan,” she said, allowing him to wrap both of his around her one hand.

“Fine to meet you. Jake talks about you all the time, you know,” he said.

His wife nudged him. “Don’t embarrass her, Gray. I’m Abigail and this is my husband Gray Manson. It’s nice to meet you dear,” she said, taking her hand from her husband’s and giving him a look. “You’ve got to watch the old men, hon,” the woman said to her, eyeing her husband and nudging him with her elbow. It was in jest and for the first time all day, Megan smiled, relaxing a little.