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  "I want to go home with you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

  He started the car with a smile. "You are in so much trouble." The words, his voice, the promise of what was to come… they all sent a shot of electricity straight to her pussy.

  "I know."

  Chapter Eleven

  Sawyer winced at the flash of fear he saw in Rebecca's eyes. He didn't want her to fear him, or to fear the Domestic Discipline lifestyle. He knew he had to handle this correctly or risk losing her forever.

  "Why don't we get you in the shower? I'm sure you don't exactly feel clean after spending hours in the holding cell."

  A few seconds passed and the fear drained from her face, replaced by weary acceptance. "A shower would be nice."

  He opened his front door and held out his hand. "Follow me."

  He led her through the living room and down the hallway toward the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet, listening to Rebecca's light footsteps behind him. When they entered the bathroom, he turned on the water for her, waiting for it to heat up. She whisked her shirt over her head and allowed it to fall to the ground.

  He was about to leave to give her some privacy, but he remained frozen at the sight of her lace–covered breasts. His hands clenched at his sides with the need to caress her petite body, with the need to ravish her, with his increased hunger to plunge his cock into that tight little cunt of hers. But he couldn't. Not until he'd punished her. He didn't want to confuse her with erotic spanking. As hard as it was going to be—and his cock tenting his pants made it quite obvious just how hard it would be—it was his duty to take control of his actions and do what he had promised. Following through was key.

  Turning his back to her, he offered, "I'll wash your clothes while you shower." Memories of their lovemaking were vivid in his mind—how he'd learned the mysteries of her body, the ease of making her come, the tiny moans and gasps she made as her climax built… shit! He needed to get a hold of himself, or he was going to take her right there, bending her over the sink and shoving his dick inside her in one smooth thrust from behind. His cock pulsed at the image in his head.

  He heard the shower curtain open as Rebecca entered the shower. He picked up her clothes, took them out to the washing machine and started it, debating whether he should return to the bathroom or not. The thought of her naked little ass covered in soapy suds; her narrow waist, her delicate legs, and her red hair dripping down her back almost took his breath away. No, he would wait out on the couch and regain some sort of control. The woman drove him mad.

  When he heard the water turn off, enough time had passed that he believed he had regained control over his libido. He walked to the bathroom and entered, hoping one look at Rebecca wouldn't change all of that.

  She stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She turned and smiled weakly. "I feel much better."

  "Good," he said as he grabbed a brush and gently began to brush her wet, long locks. She stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes as he worked the brush through her tangles.

  "I'm sorry I got arrested. I really thought it was legal," she muttered.

  "It is, but being high in public isn't. And besides, it isn't about the arrest for me. It's more than that."

  "I know. Driving all the way to get me was a huge inconvenience. I really wish Caine hadn't called you. I apologize for putting you out."

  Sawyer spun her around so she was staring into his eyes. A look of shock mixed with desire twinkled in her expression. "Is that what you think? That I'm put out?" He moved a wet strand of hair away from her eye as he said, "I want to be someone you think you can count on. Someone you know will always be there for you. Not getting a call from you made me feel unimportant. Neely and Coley wouldn't even consider not calling their men. So why was I any different? Do you feel you can't trust that I will be there for you?"

  Rebecca's big eyes stared up into his. She'd never looked more vulnerable and more beautiful before. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it instead.

  "I know things are new. I know I have to earn your trust. I have to prove to you that I care about your safety and well-being." He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then tugged on the towel until Rebecca was standing naked before him. "That is why I'm going to punish you tonight," he went on. "It won't be easy for either one of us, but it's something that needs to happen."

  * * * * *

  Chills ran through her entire body even though the heat of mortification washed over her. She could do this. Yes, she could do what he wanted. It was what he wanted, wasn't it? Although if only he wanted it, then why wasn't she putting up a fight? Why wasn't she saying, 'Oh, hell no'? And why oh why was she feeling arousal?

  Sawyer gave her a quick kiss to the forehead. He kicked out her legs gently, spreading her thighs, and slid his finger into her pussy in one abrupt move. Okay, this punishment thing isn't that bad so far, Rebecca thought to herself. But then he quickly pulled out his slickened finger, turned her around, and forced her to bend over the sink. He spread her cheeks and pressed his pussy-drenched finger into her bottom hole without any warning at all. The sudden invasion had her gasping and tightening up around his finger. Without any warm-up or stretching beforehand, his penetration felt like the size of his cock, and Rebecca tried everything she could do to relax, knowing his finger wouldn't feel so large if she did.

  Sawyer didn't give her the chance to do so. Instead, he used his single digit to guide her toward the bathroom door. This action of walking her out of the bathroom, with his finger firmly planted in her bottom, reminded her of when mothers would grab their child's ear lobe and pull them away from their mischief. It wasn't easy to walk, and for the most part Rebecca seemed to be walking on her tiptoes, but he held her firmly by the arm and with his finger up her ass. The walk down the hallway toward his bedroom seemed endless as she awkwardly made her way while almost sitting on Sawyer's hand, his one finger stretching her anus, giving off a biting sting. It appeared as though her boyfriend meant business.

  Entering the room, he moved her to the edge of the bed and bent her over, still keeping his finger tightly rooted in her channel. The submission it pulled from her body pooled between her pussy lips. Anxiety, a little bit of fear, some shame—it all blended with a powerful craving for Sawyer to fuck her hard. So when he removed his finger and pulled away, she couldn't help but groan. Even though she desperately wanted to stand up and wrap her arms around him, she did know better, and decided she should remain in place as she heard him walk to the nightstand.

  A few seconds later, Sawyer was once again touching her bottom hole, only this time his finger was coated in lube. Pumping it in and out, he spread the lube around, obviously preparing her for what was coming next. "Have you ever been plugged before?" he murmured.

  She shook her head and swallowed hard.

  The cool sensation of metal being pressed up against her rosebud caused her to tense just as he pushed past her tight ring. The sharp pinch as her skin stretched to accommodate the mass made her cry out. The plug was big, really big, and no matter what she did to try to relax and allow the fullness to take her to that delicious space she'd just been in, she couldn't.

  "It's too big," she could barely squeak out.

  "That it is. Does it hurt, baby?"

  "Yes," she almost wailed.

  "Good."

  She tried squirming from side to side, moving her hips up and down, but nothing she did made the stretching ease. "It's too much. I can't take it."

  "This is the beginning of your punishment. Nothing about this is going to feel good." He leaned down and placed a trail of kisses from her tailbone all the way to her neck, then he whispered, "You need to trust that I won't cause you permanent harm. This is going to hurt, it may make you cry, but trust that I won't harm you… Hurt you, yes… but no harm." His seductive voice and his moment of affection helped ease the discomfort stretching her anus to impossible limits. He ran his fingertip along
her pussy, once more coating it with her juices before he raised his finger and placed it on her parted lips. "Taste your arousal. Taste what the pain does to your body."

  Rebecca took a moment to look into his eyes, smelling her musky scent on his finger, and slowly placed her tongue on his fingertip, licking up her own arousal. The salty sweetness surprised her, but she liked how her action made Sawyer's eyes darken and his jaw clench. She liked that she was clearly giving him pleasure by doing so.

  "That's a good girl. This punishment is going to hurt, but it's going to hurt in the best fucking way possible."

  Sawyer's hand came crashing down on her ass, pressing the metal plug even deeper. He swatted her over and over again, being sure to make contact with the anal intrusion every so often.

  Lying on her stomach on the bed made Rebecca miss Sawyer's body. Up until now she had always been over his lap. She missed the comfort of his arms holding her close.

  "I'm going to spank you tonight," he said, as he continued to rain swat after swat onto her already burning flesh. "But tonight you were bad. And bad girls get spanked with a belt."

  Rebecca's pussy clenched in delight, and yet she whimpered at his words. Her breathing sped up to the point that she wondered if she would pass out right there. When the bed shifted due to Sawyer standing up, she almost begged him to stop. The fear, the uncertainty, the confusion as to how his words could make her feel that way—all bundled with the most intense form of erotic lust she had ever encountered—made her head swim.

  She didn't look back, but the whoosh of the leather belt being removed from his pants sent tingles to every part of her body. Not being able to take it any longer, she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see that Sawyer was doubling over the leather and towering over her.

  The first lash was loud, yet she didn't feel anything for a split second—until a searing heat hit her like a lightning bolt. When she cried out, it blended with the sound of the second lash. Two more whips of the belt came down before Rebecca could even find her voice again as she released another cry. She wasn't normally this vocal during a spanking, but this time was different. The sting of the leather demanded it. It forced it. It insisted, it commanded, and it got its way as Rebecca made it very clear with her cries that she truly understood what a punishment meant.

  "From now on, I will be called whenever you need me," Sawyer began to lecture as he continued the good old-fashioned belt whipping. "Nothing is hidden, nothing is kept from me for any reason. I am here for you no matter what."

  "Yes, yes, yes," she cried out, as tears exploded from her eyes. The belting was surely what had caused the tears, but his lecture was what made them flow.

  Rebecca wasn't sure if it was due to her tears, or whether it was because the punishment was truly over, but Sawyer dropped the belt and gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair and placing kisses on her wet cheeks. She nestled into his neck, clinging to his arms, and cried. She wasn't crying from the pain, although her ass truly was on fire, but rather she was just releasing—and it felt good.

  "Sawyer, I, uh—"

  "Shhh, it's over, baby." He held her tight, as if he would never let her go, kissing her over and over, making her feel more loved than she had ever felt. "It's okay to cry. It's okay to just let it out. I'm here. I'll always be here."

  He positioned her body so she lay limply across his lap. Then he reached down, took hold of the base of the plug and pulled, removing the tool of submission from her body. A part of her missed it… it now felt like an empty space needing to be filled. She whimpered when Sawyer ran his hand along her scorched bottom and patted it gently.

  "Are you all right?" he asked in a soft, concerned voice.

  She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "That was intense. But I feel… I feel better. Am I crazy?"

  Smiling, he lifted her body and helped her to the top of the bed so she could lie on the pillow. "Punishment spankings aren't fun, but definitely needed at times. It works. A hell of a lot better than a night of you and I fighting and screaming."

  She snuggled into his arms as he lay down beside her. "Is that what happened to Neely and Coley tonight?" It was morbid curiosity, but she didn't mind asking Sawyer.

  "Something along those lines I'm sure. Although you got off pretty lightly."

  Slapping his chest playfully, she shot out, "What? There was nothing light about that!"

  Sawyer chuckled. "It was a lot shorter than normal. But when I saw you cry, I couldn't not hold you." He winked at her. "I'll have to grow immune to those tears, or you'll be able to get away with murder."

  "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm beginning to understand this whole DD thing, and I like it," she admitted. "Things with you, and the way you make me feel, just seem right."

  Softly kissing her, he asked, "Is this something you can commit to long-term? Knowing that I spank to solve problems? It won't always be easy. There are going to be times when you are mad as hell, and the last thing you will want is a spanking."

  "But I trust you, Sawyer. I trust that you and I can figure it out."

  Hugging her tightly, he whispered, "It makes me so happy to hear you say that. I love you, Rebecca. I know that I do."

  "I love you, too. I may be lost in life, but one thing I know right now is that I truly do love you."

  "I want you to know that my offer of the job is still on the table. Why don't you take it?"

  "Maybe. I would like to. I think it could be fun, and a cool environment. Not to mention the fact that I'll get to see you every day. It's just a lot to consider. Give me a couple of days, and I'll have an answer for you."

  Not asking permission or even hinting at his plans, Sawyer mounted her then, and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. The punishment had left her body moist and needy, so his sudden assault was more than welcome.

  In and out he pumped, silently pulling her toward orgasm. He kissed her neck, nibbled her ear and drove his cock deeper and deeper with every move. She arched her back, closed her eyes, and when Sawyer reached for her nipple and pinched it, a rush of pleasure erupted from the deepest part of her core. She screamed out his name as her body shuddered beneath his.

  Not waiting for her orgasm to subside, Sawyer flipped her onto her stomach and reached for the lube. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass now. You were a naughty, naughty girl. And naughty girls get a good fucking in the ass for misbehavior." His deep, firm voice made her pussy drip with need. He was so fucking sexy.

  She looked over her shoulder as he coated his dick in the lube. Then she pushed out her recently whipped ass, never wanting something more. Her submissive screamed out for his dominant. The two needed to be unleashed.

  He spread her cheeks with his slick hands and positioned his cock at her tightly puckered entrance. "I want you to breathe and relax. The plug will have loosened you up. Your bottom hole is ready for my taking."

  She closed her eyes and did as he ordered. Slowly he pressed forward, spreading the entrance to the most taboo spot on her body inch by inch. His cock was large, much larger than the plug that had just been in her hole, and definitely much larger than his finger. But as she took deep breaths and relaxed, she was able to focus on the erotic pleasure the fullness gave her. Once he was seated firmly in her ass, he paused and allowed her to get accustomed to his girth.

  "Are you doing okay, baby?" he asked as he placed soft kisses to the back of her neck.

  She nodded and moaned in pleasure. "I like the feeling. I feel so close and connected to you."

  Very gently he pulled out a little, only to push back in. He took his time moving, allowing Rebecca's bottom to adjust to the impending ass fucking. She knew it was just a matter of time until his slow movements would turn to hard thrusts. And she wanted it hard. She wanted him badly.

  "Fuck me hard, Sawyer," she whispered. "I don't want you to make love to my ass. I want you to fuck it. Fuck it hard."

  With a growl, he grabbed her hips and shoved his dick in deep. Without any sen
se of gentleness, he ploughed her ass. Over and over he jammed his cock inside her—so deep that his balls slapped against her whipped behind. Her pussy gushed, her screams muffled against the sheets, and Rebecca rode the wave of the most intense orgasm ever to rock her body.

  Sawyer had been right when he'd said there was a difference between making love and fucking. As her body rocked back and forth, and the hint of pain turned to pure pleasure, she allowed the fire of desire to consume her; the fire caused by the combination of a good ole fucking after a good old-fashioned spanking.

  Chapter Twelve

  Rebecca walked into the studio anxious to see Sawyer. She hoped he didn't have a client, but even if he did, she was pretty sure he wouldn't care if she stopped by to say hello. Seeing him in his element would be a turn on, anyway. The picture of him hunched over someone, tattoo gun in hand, marking that person forever with his artistic talent made her heart swoon. She had good news to share. She had done some major soul searching and decided to throw caution to the wind. She'd quit her job and given notice to her apartment manager that very morning. She wanted to work with Sawyer. It felt right. She was going to start apartment hunting right away so she could be close to her new job, and closer to him. She couldn't wait to tell him the news, and wanted to do it in person.

  She licked her lips and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear before entering. She smiled at Sawyer's front desk man. What was his name? Frank, Hank, Joe? Odd that she had no idea.

  "Hi there," she said, as the chime of the door announced her entrance. "Is Sawyer in the back? I was hoping I could stop in and say hi."