Things Made Right (8 page)

Then Ross pointed at the floor and snapped his fingers.

Loren sank to her knees, her eyes on him.

His smile twisted her heart around his soul. Anything he wanted, she’d do it. She trusted him.

At any time before now, he could have easily seduced her, taken advantage of her, and he hadn’t. He had never harmed her.

And, instinctively, she knew he would rather die than harm her.

He stepped over to her and her face was at cock level. The bulge in his jeans was perfectly positioned, she could nuzzle it, if she wanted to.

He stroked her hair, eventually gathering a handful of it in his left hand, tenderly fisting it, not hurting her, but definitely in control.

“Unfasten my jeans, baby,” he said. “Take it out.”

With trembling hands she did, wanting to not mess this up, wanting to please him.

He made a soft, low sound when her fingers touched his flesh, his cock rigid as she fished it out of his briefs. She wanted to immediately engulf it with her mouth, but his hand in her hair prevented that.

“Just open your lips, baby. You let me drive. Keep your hands palms-down on your thighs.

She complied, waiting.

He smiled down at her. “My good girl.”

She knew from that moment on that, besides his sexy smile, she’d do anything to hear him coo those three words.

Three. Little. Words.

With just the tip of his cock between her lips, she flicked her tongue against the head, along the slit, tasting salty pre-cum. She wanted more, wanted it all.

Another low hiss escaped him. “I don’t want to blow, baby. Take it slow. Take it easy.”

He took his time sliding his cock into her mouth, holding her in place by the hair. She didn’t miss the fact that he was careful, gentle, going slow, not wanting to gag her on it.

His eyes never left hers. “There might be times where I make you kneel there and give me a long, slow blow job, baby. You going to be okay with that?”

She couldn’t nod her head very much, but she hoped he understood yes, she was
really
okay with that. She wanted this, wanted
him
.

With his free hand, he stroked her hair. “There might be nights where I get home, and all I want is to sit down with my cock in your mouth while I stare at you. Or I might tie you up and fuck you until you come so many times you beg me for mercy. Or I might put you over my lap and spank that gorgeous ass of yours until it’s nice and pink before I bend you over the bed and fuck you silly. You going to be okay with that, baby?”

She couldn’t speak with his cock down her throat, so she nodded,

He smiled, playful, tender. “I need this not just to be in charge, but so I can protect you. Take care of you. I want you to be your own person, strong, able to take care of yourself when I’m not around. But when we’re together, I’m in charge. You follow me, you let me take care of you. I slay the dragons. It’s not just about ordering you around. It’s about all of it. It means I make a promise to you, for life, to always take care of you. Protect you. This isn’t just a one-sided you give and I take deal.”

He withdrew his cock until just the tip remained between her lips. Desperately, she licked and sucked at it, trying to get him to let her work on it again. All she wanted to do was please him.

Yes, he’d protect her. He had protected her. If she hadn’t gone to that party,
that
night wouldn’t have happened.

But that wasn’t his fault.

And he’d made things right.

Caressing her cheek with his free hand, he smiled down at her. “Unless it’s cold, baby, or we have guests, you stay naked when we’re together alone at home. Understand?”

She nodded.

He eased his cock between her lips again, his moan matching hers as he filled her mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “
My
good girl.”

Who was she kidding? She was in love with him. Maybe she had been from the very beginning. No way in hell would she leave him. Ever.

Never.

Then he pulled her off his cock, tipping her head back and staring down at her. “Time for my good girl to get her spanking.”

Her heart raced, fear and passion twined together. “Yes, Sir.”

“Are you even going to ask why?”

“Because you want me to see what it’s like.”

“Yes and no. This is a punishment.”

“For what?”

He bent and leaned in, eye-to-eye. “For going to that party without asking my permission first. You are
not
responsible for what happened, and I do
not
blame you. I blame myself for not telling you all this sooner. I wasn’t able to protect you, and that’s
my
fault. From this point forward, unless it’s to work, class, or the store, unless I’ve cleared it first, you ask me before you go without me. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Unless it’s somewhere with Emily or Mark, of course. They’re the exception. If you’re with them, it’s okay as long as you’re with them. I’m sure over the years we’ll have more exemptions, but for now, you ask first.”

She smiled.

“What’s the smile for?” he asked.

“You’re talking as if this is a sure thing.”

He kissed her, hard, slanting his mouth over hers and taking her breath away, controlling her with the hand in her hair. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, his voice sounded hoarse, barely controlled. “That’s because you’re mine, and I’ll be
damned
if I’ll
ever
let anyone ever hurt you again. Do you understand me?”

She felt weak, but in a good way, a feather in the face of his hurricane.

She was happy to be swept away by him.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He pulled her to her feet and over to the bed, where he sat and hauled her over his lap, facedown.

His left hand still remained fisted in her hair as he stroked her ass with his right. “You’re going to take this spanking for me, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“It’s going to hurt,” he said. “Because I want you to remember how much it hurts next time you even think about disobeying me. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re going to cry, and you’re going to feel it tomorrow every time you sit down. You’re going to remember this spanking for a very, very long time. Every time you sit, you’ll remember who this ass belongs to. Who
you
belong to. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He didn’t even give her time to think about it. The first hit, hard, landed on her left ass cheek. She gasped but then he was smacking her ass, back and forth, hard, stinging smacks that got harder with each swat until she was crying and twisting across his lap.

He paused, his hand on her flesh. “Legs down,” he ordered. “Don’t you ever try to stop me when I’m punishing you. I have to make sure you understand the rules. It’s the only way I can keep you safe, baby.”

Through sheer force of will, she forced her legs straight again. He immediately started spanking her once more, and she found herself burying her face against the bedspread to muffle her howls of pain.

She didn’t know how long the spanking lasted, or how many swats he gave her. But one second he was spanking her, and the next his hand was between her legs, playing with her clit.

“You’re wet, baby. I don’t know if that was from earlier, or from the spanking, but it doesn’t matter. It won’t be long before you’re wet for me regardless.” He slid his thumb inside her pussy, two fingers playing with her clit.

Her sniffles transformed to moans and she spread her legs wider for him.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “Nice red ass, reminded who’s in charge, who loves you. And good girls always get rewarded.”

He did something with his thumb, hooked it up, and hit a sweet spot inside her she never knew existed. The orgasm slammed into her, her back arching as she tried to hump his hand with her hips.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he softly encouraged. “I own you. I own your orgasms, I own your pain. I control it all. I want to give you as much pleasure as you can take and then some.”

Something about the way he had his thumb pressing inside her, combined with his fingers massaging her clit, kept her orgasm rolling and boiling through her.

The red-hot ass added something, too.

He kept the hand in her hair, holding her in place as he massaged her clit and her pussy, her tears now ones of pleasure. The way her nipples chafed against the bedspread only added to the intensity.

“Every punishment will always be followed by pleasure, sweetheart. I promise. But you don’t need to act out to get me to reward you. If I catch you ever doing that, you’ll remember it because I’ll use my belt on your ass.”

That thought triggered yet another wave of pleasure she had to moan and writhe her way through across his lap.

“Hmm. You really seem to like that idea,” he said, sounding amused. “You might have some masochist in you, baby. That would be perfect for both of us.” His hand sped up. “Just think, me coming home at night to fuck that sweet mouth of yours to get me nice and hard before I give you your spanking and then fuck your brains out. Showing you every day how much I love you.”

She’d never come this hard, this long. Never. And she had—before—never had any problems rubbing one out if she was horny, either. This was the first time since
then
that she’d felt desire.

Fisting the covers, she moaned her way through her orgasm, the stinging in her ass already fading as she rode Ross’ hand.

“I’m going to marry you, baby,” he said. “I’m going to make you mine, and you and I are getting our happy ending. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together taking care of you and keeping you happy. Understand?”

“Yes…Sir!”

“Such a good girl.” He did something else, changed position with his hand, and it felt like her world exploded in bright, sparkling shards of light. She bit down on the covers to stifle the scream of pleasure before she realized Ross was chuckling.

“Oh, baby. You’re a squirter. You just soaked my jeans.” She was panting, still recovering as he pulled her up off his lap and kissed her. “Go get some towels before we soak your mattress.” He turned her around and delivered a swat to her ass, getting her moving.

She could barely think, much less walk, but she made it to the closet and grabbed towels. When she returned to the bedroom, he had the bedspread pulled off and on the floor, and was stripping. The front of his jeans were soaked with a large, wet spot.

He pointed at the bed. “Put them down there,” he said. “Because I plan on fucking at least one more out of you, and we’re not going to ruin your mattress.”

She got them spread out and then he pushed her down, rolling her over onto her back as he climbed on top of her, his cock sliding home deep inside her. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head, pulling her legs up until her ankles were over his shoulders. Like that, he slowly started fucking her.

As she stared up into his eyes, she realized she’d fight anyone who tried to get between him and her. Tooth and nail. To the death, if necessary. Whatever it was about him, she knew they were meant to be together. She’d learn how to make him happy, do whatever he needed to make him happy.

Because making him happy made
her
happy.

He slowly fucked her, grinding, rubbing against her clit at the bottom of every stroke. “Good grades, baby. I expect you to pull at the very least a B in every class. Understand? Not this semester, because I know it was hard on you. But starting next semester. If you don’t think you can do that, you will ask me to help you, or to help you find a tutor who can help you. You don’t have to work while you’re in school because I can take care of us. So you have no excuse not to study. For any grade less than a B, you will get twenty-five hard smacks with a paddle. And I mean hard ones.”

She nodded, her brain a rainbow-swirled ocean of pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled, looking happy, lighter than she could ever remember seeing him, as if joy had been lacking in his life. “You’ll have chores to do, sweetheart. And if they’re not done the way they’re supposed to be, you’ll earn punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, devouring her. “I swear to god I’ll make you happy, baby. I’ll protect you. And right now, I’m going to make you come again. I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours that I now own grabbing my cock.”

It wouldn’t take much. She was close anyway.

“You never fake an orgasm with me,” he said. “If you don’t come, then you don’t come. But I catch you faking them, you’ll get another twenty-five hard ones with a paddle.”

“Yes—ah!”

She couldn’t finish because he’d carried through on that promise, at least, to fuck another one out of her.

“Good girl,” he gasped, speeding up, fucking her harder, deeper, perfectly, as if made to fit her body exactly. All pleasure.

Except for the chafing of her sore ass against the bed.

It was only after he’d finished that it struck Loren they hadn’t used a condom. Not that it mattered, she supposed, but she wasn’t on the pill again yet.

He fell still kissing her, as if savoring her. “Love you so, so much, baby.”

“Love you, too, Sir.”

He nuzzled her nose with his. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes, Sir. Just one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not back on the pill yet.”

“Oh, shit!” He sat up, releasing her arms. “Lor, I’m sorry, I—”

She reached up and touched a finger to his lips. “It’s okay,” she sadly said, bursting into tears.

He rolled her onto her side, into his arms, holding her, stroking her hair. “Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. Dammit, I didn’t even think about that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered.

He pressed his lips against her forehead. “It does matter, if it’s what you want.”