The Finest Line (16 page)

She heard the familiar sound of
James expelling a breath and it excited her. James was aroused and
if she had any doubts they were soon dispelled as she felt him
caress her bottom.

His hand moved slowly over the
entire surface of her burning flesh, even allowing his fingers to
gently squeeze each cheek. Her embarrassment returned as she felt
him run two fingers down the cleft of her buttocks and softly part
them.

Oh my god, Mairead wanted to
die, he’s looking at my... She couldn’t even think the word. With
the humiliation came powerful spasms and a tiny trickle of moisture
ran straight to her clitoris.

He can’t see that, Mairead tried
to tell herself but even as she thought it, he began to reposition
her.

“Lift up slightly Mairead,”
James spoke quietly.

Even though she was disinclined
to obey, her body was more in tune with his voice than her brain
and she felt a cushion being pushed under her pelvis. He opened her
legs wider.

By pushing a little firmer into
her back, Mairead’s bottom was sticking up inviting punishment.
Everything else was exposed for his viewing pleasure while he set
about his task.

James patted her bottom. “Well
since you found the warm up so amusing, I can’t wait to see how
funny you will find a good sound spanking.”

Mairead pouted at his humour and
braced. When the spanking commenced it was remarkably similar to
her favourite fantasy but in all her wildest dreams she could never
have imagined anything more painful.

Her pleas for mercy went
unheeded as James continued the relentless assault. When she tried
to cover her backside with her hand, it was grasped and held at the
small of her back. Pleading ceased and all she could do was cry and
try to wiggle her backside out of the line of fire.

James continued to find ways to
make it worse. At one stage he pushed her cheeks together tightly
and concentrated the slaps over the centre sending the pain deeply
into her bottom. He would then focus on the area where her thighs
met the cheeks and where she would feel it every time she sat down
in the near future.

Mairead eventually surrendered
and no longer struggled. He released her hand but she grabbed it
again, feeling its security and loved him as her renewed his grasp,
their fingers entwining.

Her mind seemed to grow drowsy
and the agony was fading. She was acutely aware of the punishment
she was receiving but it was no longer registering as pain. Even
crying had ceased and she breathed rapidly as her vagina was
beginning to regain the focus. The throbbing, the tightening and
swelling, the pulsation of her clitoris, was spreading to her
bottom, her inner thighs and low in her stomach. The intensity was
new and startling and something she had never felt before.

Mairead yelled loud and long as
her powerful orgasm climaxed. Her hips were bucking against the
cushion of their own accord and there was an intense desire for her
vagina to be filled. The release came with a rush of liquid from
within her and shaking and trembling, Mairead’s body collapsed, her
strength draining away.

James had stopped the moment she
had yelled and waited until she had come. He gently lifted her legs
so she could lie across him and caressed her back, bottom and
thighs.

When she finally calmed, Mairead
sniffed and laid her head to the side on her arm. She was still
trembling as tears rolled slowly down her face.

“You said that I had a need in
me that was drawn to someone like you.” Mairead sniffed again as
more tears flowed. “Was that it?”

James simply answered,
“Yes.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

James brought a bottle of water
and a cold wet towel to Mairead who was curled up on the lounge.
She gratefully accepted the water and drank half the contents, but
when he tried to put the towel on her she moved away.

“Don’t, I want to feel it...
what you did to me,” Mairead told him harshly. “I want to see
it.”

She got up and ran half naked to
the bathroom with James following. She had to stand on the edge of
the spa bath to be able to see in the mirror above the vanity.

James held out a hand to steady
her but she pulled away and rotated to see her bottom in the
reflection. Pulling up her shirt she gasped as she looked at the
scarlet bloom contrasting starkly with her paler skin.

James watched her confused.
“Mairead I don’t understand what’s wrong?”

She looked at him in disbelief.
“Are you kidding? You just beat the crap out of my arse and I let
you.”

James nodded and indicated the
mess all over his jeans. “And you just had the most intense orgasm
that I’ve ever seen any woman have.”

Mairead screamed at him, tears
rolling down her face. “It isn’t normal.”

“Mairead,” James spoke softly to
her. “It was sensational. It was mind-blowing and it was completely
normal.”

She shook her head vehemently,
“You said it yourself. It could easily be confused for love. We’re
not in love. We’re just a couple of weird perverts that happen to
go hand in hand like salt and pepper. Or in this case I suppose,
hand on arse.”

James could not suppress a grin.
“Mairead you are reading way too much into this. Now get down from
there before you fall.”

“Or what will happen James?”
Mairead challenged fiercely. “You’ll drag me off to a dungeon and
chain me up and whip me?”

“As tempting as that is...” He
grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, returning to the
lounge. He lay her face down on the couch and sat next to her.
“Now, let me put this bloody towel on you.”

Tears were escaping again as she
lay down, feeling a little grateful for the coldness of the towel
on her burning skin. “I’m a masochist and you’re a sadist. We’re
like those weird people who dress up in leather and latex outfits
and have whips and paddles and chains and shit.”

“Those people are normal human
beings,” James sounded a little angry. “And I am not a sadist.
Don’t ever call me that again.”

Mairead glared up at him.
“You’re obviously the expert on this subject so why don’t you
explain it to me.”

“If you use that tone with me
again, I’ll be doing a lot more than explain.”

Even in her distress, her vagina
reminded her that it didn’t share the views of her brain. “You did
it again. Every time you talk to me like that, I get horny. There
is something really disturbing about that. You said that you
weren’t a sadist, but you didn’t say I wasn’t a masochist.”

“And what if you are Mairead?”
He began caressing her back. “Does that make you any less a person?
You are still the beautiful funny and obnoxious girl I fell in love
with. It just means that I get a few extra benefits.”

“Such as tanning my arse,”
Mairead sighed. “So explain to me why that doesn’t make you a
sadist.”

“Because I don’t derive pleasure
from inflicting pain,” He told her and grinned. “Admittedly I do
get a bit of kick out of smacking your bottom, but only because I
know you want me to do it and because you have a beautiful
backside. It gets pink really quickly and it wobbles a bit when I
spank you.”

Mairead sat up, her mouth open.
“James Vaughn! Are you telling me now that I have a fat arse?”

He laughed loud and long.
Picking her up, he took her place on the lounge and pulled her down
on top of him, their faces close to one another.

He ran his fingers through her
hair. “I want to do whatever makes you happy. I don’t believe that
you would be satisfied in what you would deem a ‘normal’
relationship, but if you want to try then I am more than willing. I
also don’t believe that you are very far along on the grand scale
of masochism but you did demonstrate something that I have observed
before. You have the ability to refocus pain.”

Mairead frowned. “How do you
mean?”

“I’ve read some articles about
it,” James sighed deeply, “And I’ve seen it when I was in
Afghanistan and I have had a little first hand experience. The body
has its own natural defences to pain. Shock is the most common but
can prove detrimental. Sometimes the brain releases hormones,
something like a natural anaesthesia. The pain is refocussed and
euphoria sets in and soon pain becomes something pleasurable.”

Mairead was fascinated, “The
fine line between pleasure and pain.”

James nodded. “It’s real and not
everyone has it but you certainly do. I’m not suggesting that we
start dripping hot candle wax on you or branding my initials on
your arse, but whatever you want to explore is fine with me, as
long as I can come along for the ride and protect you.”

“Why do I get so horny when you
tell me off?”

James laughed. “That’s the
psychological part of who you are. You crave discipline because it
feels so good when you get it. It brings security, love, pain and
comfort.”

Her face fell. “That just makes
me lame. It means people can walk all over me.”

“No it doesn’t,” James smiled,
“Even your father has not been able to tell you what to do. Mairead
Kavanagh does whatever Mairead Kavanagh wants to do.”

“Except around you,” She
narrowed her eyes at him and smiled wickedly. “But now it might
prove a little harder for you to boss me around.”

James casually shook his head.
“Not at all, because I know how to really punish you and I did so
quite effectively in the hotel the other night.”

Her mouth fell open. “That was
horrible. I was so agitated and angry and upset...”

His grin was infuriating. “Nice
light spanking, not enough to bring you to climax, just enough to
arouse you, send you to bed and make sure you couldn’t help
yourself to climax.”

“That was cruel,” she pouted
miserably. “You’re not allowed to do that again.”

James kissed her pouting lips.
“You are adorable but I’m sorry Mairead, if you want all the
excitement of this type of relationship, then I am in charge. I
know what I’m doing and I know how to handle you. I will never hurt
you beyond what you can tolerate in order to punish you, but I will
discipline you as I see fit. Sometimes you need to be stopped
before you hurt yourself.”

“And if I don’t want this type
of relationship?”

“Then I will shower you in
flowers and chocolates and diamonds if you want and spend hours
making mad passionate love to you and I will never raise a hand to
you or even try to tell you what to do.”

Mairead screwed her face up,
“That does sound a little fucking boring. Maybe I could have a
little something from both options.”

James nodded. “Yes, from the
first option you can a have a little taste of my belt for using
profanity again and from the second, you can have the hours of mad
passionate lovemaking.” He sighed. “Unless there is more you want
to know.”

“There is,” Mairead squirmed a
little at the thought of a belt coming down on her backside which
was still stinging and burning furiously. “Tell me what happened in
Afghanistan.”

He sighed, “Hop off and I’ll
show you.”

Mairead rolled off him and James
stood up, removing his hooded top and t-shirt. His chest and arms
were breath-taking, lean and curved with muscle.

“I got hurt. We were ambushed.”
James slowly turned around and Mairead could see the extensive
scarring which had partially destroyed his tattoo.

“I don’t want to go into
details,” James continued frowning deeply. “It’s enough that you
know that I lost five friends that day and spent nearly a year in
hospital. Vanessa was also there at the time but thankfully not
where we got hit.”

“Vanessa was in the army?”

“She was a great soldier, who
had to deal with a lot more than any man there. She used to come
visit me as much as possible, though I wasn’t in any mood for
company. I couldn’t stay in the army and I couldn’t be around
civilians but I still had to work. Vanessa came to my rescue. She
got me a job that I could cope with.” He sat down again, looking
tired, “Anything else?”

“Only one more thing I want to
know for now,” Mairead felt a little nervous about her final
question. “I once told you it seemed that you had a proficiency in
chastisement. I now know that you do and you seem to know a lot
about things I have never heard of. Why is that?”

James expelled a long breath.
“The job that Vanessa got for me was in a BDSM club. She owned
it.”

The letters were familiar but
unclear, “What’s BDSM?”

“It’s a variable acronym
encompassing bondage and discipline, domination and submission,
sadism and masochism.”

“And what was your job?” Mairead
was almost too scared to ask.

“Initially it was security. One
night Vanessa approached me and told me that a client was
continually asking her if I could be part of her fantasy. Vanessa
kept telling her that I wasn’t available but this client offered to
pay a thousand pounds and Vanessa had to check with me before
turning it down. It was a lot of money and it got me curious about
what she wanted me to do.”

James grinned as he recalled the
memory. “She wanted me to be her father to whom she was bringing a
bad school report. It was a little weird because I was younger than
she was.”

Mairead giggled.

“She wanted me to punish her
severely with a variety of implements and put her into a naughty
corner at the conclusion. She stressed that I was to eventually
forgive her and love her again and tell her how special she was. So
I did it.”

“What was it like?” Mairead was
intrigued.

“Difficult at first, but when I
sensed how much she was into it, I got more relaxed and even
started to enjoy it. Vanessa had instructed me in how to conduct
myself, and as a dominatrix, she knew what she was talking
about.”

Mairead gaped. “How can Vanessa
be a dominatrix? She’s pretty and feminine and all tits and blond
hair.”