CHAPTER 6: TERRY
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CHAPTER 6: TERRY
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“I can’t.” Terry truly wished he could f**k Maggie in the ass but right now, that’d be painful for her. He leaned over, kissing her neck. “I’m too big and you’re too tight. Soon though.” He was one lucky mother fucker. She was loving and kind, a natural Sub, with a body he drooled over, and she got off on anal play. He’d known he could make it okay for her, but only some women actually enjoyed it.
“Okay...but...more, Sir. Please. Maybe, not your...your...”
“My what, rabbit?” He watched for the flush on her cheeks.
“Not your c**k but I need more, Sir.”
He grinned. She was so eager and yet still so hesitant about talking dirty, unless he made her wait for release. Then, she had the mouth of a sailor. “Oh, you’ll get more.” He slid his finger farther inside her and her gasp turned into a moan as he stroked her.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” Her hips thrust against his hand.
She was ready. A little pressure on her clit or a deeper, faster thrust and she’d come. He pulled his finger out of her ass.
“No.” Her voice was petulant as her back arched, offering her butt to him again. His little rabbit didn’t like being denied her o****m.
“It’s time for your punishment.”
“What?” She stared at him over her shoulder. She was adorable. Her hair mussed and her eyes a mix of passion and bewilderment.
“You didn’t obey. I told you I’d give you a punishment similar to what you’ll get at the Club.”
“I thought this was it.”
“Not even close.” He grinned as he twirled his finger. “Turn back around.”
She frowned, but did as she was told.
He yanked her underwear down and her breath caught. She spread her legs wider and the tension left her body. Perfect. His little rabbit thought her punishment would be a good, hard f**k, but that’d be her reward and it’d come later. His hand landed on her butt and she jumped.
“Ouch. Terry...Sir.”
He slapped her again, the pink of her ass cheek turning a rosy red.
“That hurt.” Her hand rubbed her butt.
“Move your hand.”
“Terry...I don’t...”
He smacked her other cheek before grabbing her wrist. “Keep your hand here.” He placed it on the desk. “You need to take your punishment like a good Sub.”
“But...” Her hand hovered at her side.
“Trust me.” He kissed her palm and she put her hand back on the desk. “Where’s the box I asked you to bring?”
“In my purse.”
“Where is—”
“By the door.”
He strode across the room and retrieved the box. “How mad were you when you discovered it was locked?”
“It’s locked?” Her eyes widened with false innocence.
“Rabbit. Tell the truth.” He shook his head, trying not to laugh.
“You told me not to look inside.”
“Nice aversion attempt, using a true statement but not answering the question.” He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the box. “We lawyers use that a lot.”
“Yes, I’ve learned from the best.”
“You have.” He smiled at her as he opened the container.
“What’s in there?” She leaned up, trying to see inside.
“You’ll see.” He walked back across the room, dropping the lid on the box as he passed her.
“Jerk,” she muttered.
He laughed. “I assume you were pretty pissed off when you couldn’t open it.”
“I can’t believe you locked it.”
“I can’t believe you don’t obey me unconditionally.”
“I...I’m sorry.” Her voice lowered. “I try but—”
He put the box on the desk and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her so her back was flush against his front. “Don’t be.” He kissed her ear. “Don’t tell anyone but I enjoy it when you disobey me.”
“You do?” She half-turned in his arms, her hazel eyes searching his face. “Really?”
His heart melted. She was still so unsure of herself and of him. Hopefully, he could change that tonight. “Yes. I enjoy everything about you.” He kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth to comfort and tease and to show her everything he felt for her. He’d tell her with words later, but it had to be the right time for this first confession of his love.
She shifted in his arms, her soft curves cradling his hard c**k, like she’d been created just for him. His hips rocked against hers, desperate for relief. He was going to f**k her right now if he didn’t slow this down. He broke the kiss and her lips followed his, luring him back to temptation. They had hours before the Club. They could f**k now and play more later. His hand drifted between her thighs and she moaned in his mouth.
“Yes, Terry...Sir. Please.”
“If we do this, you stay here with me until we leave for the Club.” His finger slipped inside her, stroking along her sensitive flesh.
“Yes...No. I can’t.” She clutched his wrist, attempting to keep his hand between her legs.
“Then, back on the desk.” He pulled his arm away, her grip no match for his strength.
She sighed as she turned and leaned over the top.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
He picked up the box, pulling the butt plug from inside and slipping it into his mouth before spreading her cheeks. Her breathing stilled and she tensed as he slid the plug inside her.
“Te...Sir, what it that?” Her body was as stiff as his c**k.
“A butt plug. It’ll stretch you. Get you ready for my dick.”
“Oh.”
“Relax.” He pushed the plug in and out, slowly. He had to get her back to the edge so he could continue her lesson.
“Oh...oh, Sir.”
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question but her answer was a bonus.
“Yes, Sir.” Her face flushed and her mouth opened as she gasped for breath.
“Good.” The palm of his hand landed on her ass and she jumped, her gasp turning into a moan. “Feel how you clasp the plug when I s***k you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He smacked her again and she moaned, resting her head on the desk.
“You’ll obey won’t you?” He hit her again, turning her cheeks rosy.
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“If I tell you to drop on your knees and suck my d**k in front of everyone, you’ll do it. Won’t you?”
She hesitated and he slapped her again. She said she trusted him, but she didn’t. He lived with her, took care of her and her kids and yet...she didn’t trust him, not completely. He smacked her again, her ass jiggling, red and hot.
His d**k pressed against his zipper as his irritation rose with his desire. Soon, he’d have to stop because he never played when angry. “Maggie, why won’t you trust me?”
“I...I do. I’m trying.”
He sighed. It couldn’t be forced. He caressed her butt, rubbing away the sting. “I’ll never ask you to do anything that you won’t enjoy. If you don’t know that, perhaps we should wait.” He bent, kissing the red skin of her ass.
“No. I want to—”
“You may want to, but you’re not ready.” He straightened and took her hand. “Stand up.”
She did, her legs trembling a bit.
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly—a lover’s kiss filled with feeling. “And that’s okay. We can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”
“No.” Her mouth found his, hard and desperate before she stopped, her lips still against his. “I do trust you. I want to go to the Club.”
“Maggie.” He should stop this. She wasn’t ready, but he really wanted to take her there and show her how beautiful and wonderful she was.
“Please. I only hesitated a moment. Is that okay at the Club?”
“Yes. Hesitation is fine. Disobedience is fine, but then comes the punishment. I’m not sure you’re ready.”
“I am.” She grabbed his face, her hands cupping his cheeks. “I’ve been planning it for weeks, and I want to do this.” Her gaze lowered. “Would you be that disappointed if I—”
“No.” He lifted her chin. “I’m never disappointed in you.”
“But earlier you said—”
“It was part of the scene.” His thumb skimmed over her cheek, her skin so soft and supple. “I’m disappointed in myself. It’s my job to help you trust me and I haven’t done enough to warrant that gift.”
“You have.” She kissed him. “I swear. I do trust you. I want to do this for you. I do.”
He studied her a long moment. He wanted the weekend at the Club with her, but she needed it to see that her ex was an i***t and that she was an extremely desirable woman. He wished he were enough to make her believe in herself again, but he obviously wasn’t. If they were going to do this, he had to make sure she was ready to obey or everything would backfire. She’d think she had disappointed him and her confidence, already shaky, would plummet.
He’d give her one more chance. “Take off your shirt.”
Her eyes darted over his shoulder. She shifted her position a little, just enough so his body blocked hers, before obeying.
“And the bra.” It was going to be an interesting weekend at the Club, as she tried to maneuver her will around his.
She dropped both to the floor.
She could try all she wanted, but she was going to lose. “Go, stand by the window with your back to me.”
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