Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
That had always been the best part of these scenes, but this time it was even better. It signified putting the past behind them, and working together to discover what this new dynamic could bring.
“There we go, sweetheart. All done. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” His voice was a soft croon, as his hand stroked over the welts and sore spots the rubber had left behind.
If her butt wasn’t on fire she might have retorted, but she thought better of it. This time she kept the inside part inside, and said nothing while he eased the burning with careful rubbing.
It helped to soothe the surface sting, which she appreciated, but the thickness of the rubber had left a deep ache she’d be feeling for a while. Sitting at work wouldn’t be a lot of fun tomorrow. “I really hate that thing,” she muttered.
“I kind of got that idea. You know, you’re not supposed to enjoy every implement, right? If you did, they wouldn’t be any good for punishment.” There was an undercurrent of amusement, but there was a growing huskiness in his voice that indicated a different feeling was settling in.
She just sniffed and wiped at her eyes again. “Can-can I get up now?” She wiggled a little bit, reminding him that being pinned in place was a bit uncomfortable.
He let go of her arm immediately and shifted to untrap her legs. It took a little work, but she found herself being settled on his lap, face up this time. She hissed in a breath when her throbbing backside scraped across the rough denim of his jeans. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, you’re going to feel this one,” he said, sounding pleased about it. “This new strap really made an impression—in more than one way.”
The puns did not amuse her while she was still feeling the effects of those impressions, and she wrinkled her nose at him. “Ha ha.”
Chapter Five
Carter grinned and adjusted her position a bit, tilting her into him, so that her weight wasn’t pressing on the sore parts so much. “Better?”
She let out a long sigh. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you… and I mean specifically for this and not for the strap. It sucks.”
His grin widened. “You know, you might want to show a little gratitude.”
She snorted.
It seemed like a good time to remind her of something. “That round red rump of yours is tempting. While I was finishing up, I was thinking how nice it would be to spread those cheeks, lube you up, and stretch that cute little bottom hole of yours. The heat would feel so nice against my skin as I fucked you deep and hard.” He followed up with an mmm sound.
“Daddy!”
“Any hole, remember?” It wouldn’t take much to talk him into it either. He always enjoyed fucking her from behind when her ass was hot and red. Not only did it turn him on in a major way to see his handiwork, but as his body slapped against the sore skin, it usually had her squirming in delicious ways.
She made a wordless squeak and buried her face against his chest.
“But I think I’ll just settle for your mouth this time,” he said casually. His hand slid down and his fingernails scratched across a welt. She jumped and made a little whimpering sound. He ignored it and continued, “That warm wet mouth of yours can reward me for all my hard work, and that way it will be too full to get you in trouble.”
No sound from his wife, but the way she shifted and avoided looking at him, told him all he needed to know. He’d be willing to bet everything he owned, that she was loving the whole experience. Well, not the strap, but everything else he had done, and would do to her.
She’d even love the edging and not being allowed to come … eventually.
He enjoyed holding her in his arms for a while, not rushing to the next step. They cuddled all the time, most days they went to sleep in each other’s arms, but there was something precious about the time after punishment. It was like her walls came down completely, leaving her quivering and vulnerable.
He’d forgotten what it was like to hold her safe during those times. How he had ever let that go, he couldn’t imagine. It had happened, obviously; a series of unfortunate events had taken it from them, but it would never happen again. Not if he had anything to say about it.
So he held her and enjoyed the time together, as her tears wet his shirt and her body pressed against him, limp and heavy. His hand rubbed lazy circles on the warm skin, occasionally tracing a puffy line from the strap’s edge just to listen to the liquid sounds she made.
As always, Allegra let him know when she’d had enough comfort. She had never been one to stay still for long, not even in her sleep. After fifteen minutes or so, she started to wiggle and squirm, shifting position, until finally she slid out of his lap and stretched.