Charming Colton Page 17

  He sets one hand on her lower back and taps her again several times, warming her up. I know it doesn’t hurt at all. He’s just getting started.

  Sure enough, he gradually increases the pressure, keeping a close eye on her face after every few strikes. Pink lines rise across her skin, the width of the paddle. Eventually, her entire bottom is dark pink and each strike no longer leaves definitive lines.

  It’s mesmerizing.

  Colt whispers in my ear. “You’re aroused.”

  I nod and bite into my bottom lip.

  “What if you were the one strapped down and I was spanking you like that?”

  I would probably come without him touching my pussy. I don’t respond.

  “Are your panties wet?” he whispers softly so that we aren’t disrupting their scene.

  I squirm.

  “Shh. Not a sound.” He surprises me when he slides his hand from my thigh to my pussy. He cups me there, finding out that I’m soaked. He strokes a finger over my panties, grazing my labia and my clit.

  It’s hard for me to remain standing, but he’s got me.

  My vision clouds for a moment but I jerk back to attention when Britney cries out, just in time to see Davis has dropped the paddle and his hand is between her legs. Judging by the movement, I assume he’s thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

  Her head is lifted off the table and she’s moaning. “Daddy…”

  He keeps fondling her. “Tell me what you need, sweetie.”

  “I need to come, Daddy. Please.”

  “Good girl. Go ahead. Come around my fingers.”

  Her orgasm is immediate and palpable in the room.

  Colt stops stroking my pussy as she orgasms.

  I whimper.

  “Shh. Not your turn, baby.”

  Not my turn to come? I’m so horny. I’ll never survive my own spanking, and I know that’s what’s coming next.

  I shudder as I remember that I’ve never been aroused with a Daddy. I’ve never had an orgasm from a spanking. That is about to change right now. At least I certainly hope so. The very thought of Colt spanking me makes my nipples hard. I know I’m going to get even more aroused the moment his hand makes contact with my bottom. If he doesn’t permit me the release…

  I can’t imagine that scenario.

  Chapter 20

  Evelyn

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  I’m entering new territory here for the millionth time this week as Davis and Britney trade places with me and Colt. I’m nervous, not because I have any hesitation about this or any concern about my reactions to Colt. I’m nervous about Colt’s reaction and whether or not this is something he wants or if he’s doing it for me.

  He leads me to the bench and then circles me, keeping a hand on my shoulders. Finally, he stops in front of me and lifts my chin. “I’m not always going to pause and double-check your consent when I spank you, Eve, because I don’t think it’s part of our dynamic. You aren’t the sort of little who steps out of the role in the middle of the evening for a pulse check.”

  I nod. He’s right.

  “But tonight I want to check in with you often and make sure it’s working for you. Tonight we’re doing a scene inside the club. This isn’t real life. This is a small performance.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He’s done his research. He’s also watched a lot this evening.

  “Do you have a safeword you like to use?”

  “Broccoli,” I tell him, shuddering.

  He chuckles. “Your little doesn’t like broccoli.”

  “Bleh.” I make a face. I’m totally aware that this is a strange detail about me. My adult is perfectly fine with broccoli, but years ago I decided little Eve wouldn’t like it, so she doesn’t.

  “Broccoli it is then. Use it if you need me to stop at any time.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Since I’m the newbie in this room, there are a few things I’m not sure of. I assume Davis and Britney have seen you naked more than I have.”

  I flush. It’s a strange fact. “Yes, Sir.”

  “So, you’re okay with me taking off your clothes?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Looking forward to it.

  “How do you feel about restraints?”

  “Either way.” I bite my lip and add, “Usually I behave enough to do as I’m told when I’m being spanked, but there is nothing usual about our dynamic, so I can’t promise how I’m going to react. You’ll have to wing it.”

  He smiles. “Noted. On a scale of one to ten, what’s your pain tolerance? How hard do you like to be spanked?”

  I meet his gaze. “Seven?”

  “Are you asking me?” he teases.

  I shake my head. “No. I’m just not sure. This is…different.”

  “Okay, winging that one too then. Ready?”

  I nod.

  He lifts a brow.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I think I want more, Eve.”

  “Please spank me, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He lifts my dress over my head, leaving me in my panties, knee socks, and shoes. I shiver. My nipples harden immediately. Already, this is different. I’m so aroused by Colt. I’ve never been down this path. It’s going to be interesting.

  He cups my boobs and flicks his thumbs over my nipples, making me whimper. It’s hard to keep my hands at my sides. “Even though Davis and Britney have seen you naked, they aren’t used to seeing you aroused, are they?”

  I swallow and shake my head.

  “They don’t see you moan and whimper, do they, baby?”

  “No, Sir,” I murmur. He’s making me feel like this is the first time I’ve been naked. He’s doing it on purpose. It’s hot.

  He circles me and angles me so that I’m facing my friends where they’re sitting while Britney recovers. From behind, he cups my tits before pinching both nipples and twisting them slightly. His lips come to my ear as I lift onto my toes, writhing under his touch. “They’ve never seen your pretty little nipples hard and needy, have they?”

  “No, Sir,” I whisper.

  He strokes them several more times before rounding back to stand in front of me. He squats down so that we’re eye level, his hands on my hips. “Are your panties wet with anticipation?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He slides his hands around to my bottom and grips it, the cotton of my panties the only barrier between us. When he kisses my belly button, I shiver. When he lowers his mouth to kiss my mound, I grab his shoulders.

  “Do you like knowing your friends are going to watch me spank you, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir.” My voice is wobbly. I can hardly form words.

  “They’re going to watch you come so hard that you scream. Does that excite you?”

  I nod this time.

  He trails his fingers between my legs at the elastic along the sides of my pussy. When he pulls it away and releases it with a snap, I gasp. “Shall I take these off now?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He slides them down my legs and I step out of them, leaving me still in my socks and shoes. It would seem he wants to keep those on me. After stuffing my panties in his front jeans pocket, he grabs my hips and leans forward to kiss my pussy again, his tongue reaching out to flick over my clit.

  I hold his shoulders to keep from falling. My legs will give out if he keeps this up.

  “Do you remember how wet Britney was while Davis spanked her the other night and again tonight?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  “I bet you’re that wet now, aren’t you?”

  I nod, biting my lip. How does he do it? How is he so dominant after less than a week of education? It’s natural to him.

  He finally stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bench. When we arrive, he lifts me onto it, and I settle my knees and forearms on the padded platforms. He circles around me, slowly adjusting the four padded sections so that I can comfortably reach each of them. He notably spreads my knees wider than necessary.

  My butt is fac
ing Davis and Britney. I know they can see my glistening arousal. It’s weird for me because they’ve never seen me so raw and sexual. Just little. But I’m not embarrassed. In fact, I’m kind of excited for someone to witness my strange unveiling. A new side of me. I might not understand it, but at least someone will know it happened. When I doubt this experience ever occurred months from now, I can always double-check with Britney.

  Colt strokes my butt cheeks with his palms for a long time, helping me settle down and relax. I wonder if he knows this. He’s preparing me mentally. Finally, he steps to one side and sets his hand on the center of my bottom. The first swat makes me flinch, but it doesn’t hurt. It was very gentle. He peppers me with several more like it, warming me up.

  After a few minutes, he increases the pressure, spanking me all over. I can feel the heat and the sting, but it’s more soothing than painful so far. He stops, rubs the skin, and leans toward my face. “How are you doing, baby?”

  “Good, Sir.”

  “Can I strike harder?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Good girl.” He resumes, his swats coming less frequently but with more intensity. It feels so good. There’s nothing like this feeling in the world. As I slide deeper into the experience, I think—not for the first time—about how vanilla people are really missing out.

  He spanks me all over but stays high on my butt for a long time. When he pauses to check in with me the next time, I’m far more subdued. “Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

  “More?”

  “Yes, please.”

  The next spank lands closer to my thighs, and I moan, the sensation rushing to my pussy. After two more like that, I’m panting. My clit is vibrating. Holy shit. This. This is what people speak of.

  Three more swats to that juncture between my cheeks and my thighs send me close to the edge. Just like that.

  But then he shifts his attention lower, spanking my thighs now. Back and forth. I’m vibrating with need. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m moaning constantly and it’s reverberating in my head.

  I need to come. I want Colt to make me come. I don’t care who’s watching or that I’ve never done this before and I’m shocking them. I’m going to shatter, and Colt knows it. He’s stroking the small of my back with his free hand. I think he’s murmuring words of encouragement, but I can’t hear them.

  The final two strikes land right where I need them, on that sweet spot, one on one side, one on the other. He slides his hands between my thighs, thrusts two fingers into me, and thumbs my clit.

  “Colton,” I scream, my head lifting off the padding.

  He keeps pumping his fingers as I ride the waves of my release, easing the pressure right before I would have winced.

  I can’t breathe. My fingers are wrapped so tightly around the padding that they ache. My legs are stiff. My toes are curled in my shoes.

  Colt lifts me off the bench seconds later, and I’m aware that Davis is there too. Davis wraps a blanket around my shivering frame as Colt carries me to the loveseat and cradles me in his arms.

  I bury my face in his chest and curl up, unable to stop shaking. I hear the door to the room open and close, assuming Davis and Britney have left.

  Colt tries to lean me back, but I’m gripping his shirt tightly.

  “Baby, you need to drink some water.” He holds a water bottle low enough for me to see it, perhaps hoping it will jog my memory about what water is. In any case, it works. I finally tip my head back and let him angle the top of the bottle to my mouth. “That’s it. More, baby… Good girl.”

  I drink as much as I can before turning my head away and burrowing against him again. I just want to snuggle, and luckily Colt gets that. He rocks me back and forth, stroking my hair. “I’ve got you, Eve. Just relax.”

  Chapter 21

  Colton

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  It’s late when we get back to Eve’s apartment, and I’m grateful that no one seems to be lurking outside. I’m exhausted, and I know Eve is too. She rode home with her knees pulled up and her eyes closed. Hell, Britney had to help her change back into her street clothes in the locker room. She was still dazed.

  Somehow she manages to walk to her apartment on her own. I thought I might have to carry her, which would have been difficult to explain to anyone we passed. As soon as I lock the door, I lift her into my arms and cradle her, making my way to her bedroom.

  In the bathroom, I set her on her feet, remove her clothes, and fix her toothbrush. She takes it from me and goes through the motions of brushing, at least marginally.

  After she rinses, I point to the toilet and leave her in the bathroom while I change into sleep pants.

  She looks very shy and embarrassed when she emerges. It’s oddly endearing.

  “Come here, baby.”

  She shuffles toward me, and I pull one of my T-shirts over her head before swinging her up onto the bed and pulling the covers around her. She’s still halfway in subspace. I understand it much better after talking to Davis while the women changed clothes.

  I quickly use the bathroom myself, pull the door to the bathroom almost shut with the light on, and turn off the bedroom light before climbing into bed with Eve. For the first time, I don’t remain on top. I slide under the covers and pull her intentionally against me.

  She wraps her arm over my chest and snuggles closer.

  I’ve never been so happy nor so scared in my entire life.

  Eve is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m going to hurt both of us when I leave.

  The room is still dark when I suddenly jerk my eyes open. It’s not because there’s a threat. No sudden noises or braking glass or even a ringing phone. It’s that Eve is between my legs under the covers, and my cock is in her mouth.

  I thread my fingers in her hair as I moan. “Eve…”

  “Mmm,” she manages around my erection, the vibrations making me even harder.

  How the hell did I sleep through her tugging my flannel pants over my cock? She has one hand wrapped around the base, moving it up and down in sync with her lips. I’m so damn hard, I’m already about to come. Granted, I spent half the evening with a hard-on, so it wouldn’t take long to bring me right back to the plateau.

  When she increases the suction, I arch my body and stiffen. I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her tight pussy. “Eve…” I try to dislodge her, but she swats at my hands and continues.

  I’m shocked by her brazenness. She is not little right now. This woman is in total control. Determined. And I’m not going to stop her. I’m not sure I could if I wanted to. I’m too close to the edge to convince my hands to pull her off.

  She grips the base of my cock tighter with her small fingers and hollows out her cheeks. That’s when the world stops spinning. I come so hard and so fast that I can’t even warn her. But she doesn’t seem to care. This was her intention. She’s still sucking and now swallowing at the same time. It’s fucking hot, and I pulse into her throat until I’m completely spent.

  Eve eases off my dick and lifts her head. The covers have slid down our bodies. I’m breathing hard. She’s grinning at me.

  “Come here, baby.” I reach for her with arms that are still not ready to take orders from my brain.

  She climbs up my body and lays on top of me, planting her elbows on my chest and setting her chin in her palms. She’s grinning like a Cheshire cat.

  “Imp,” I tell her.

  “Mmm.”

  “Welcome back to earth.” I stroke her back through my shirt.

  “I hardly remember getting home or climbing into bed.”

  “I did most of the work,” I tease her.

  “I bet I shocked the shit out of Davis and Britney.”

  “Probably, but I didn’t pay close enough attention to them to tell you.” I mentally acknowledge she has cussed. If she were in her little space, I would reprimand her. But this woman on top of me is definitely Eve the adult.

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p; “You made me come from a spanking,” she states as if this is already featured on billboards all over town.

  I chuckle. “I was there.”

  She smiles, her cheeks flushed. “You’re an amazing spanker for someone who’s so new to the lifestyle.”

  “Thank you.” I give her a squeeze.

  She sighs and slides her arms up around my neck and rests her cheek on my chest. “You’re ruining me for other men.”

  I purse my lips and thread my fingers in her hair. Inside, I’m fist-pumping. Outside, I think I’m a heel. It would be absurd to respond. What would I say? I’m sorry? Good? That’s a shame? Give me ten minutes and I’ll show you how much more I can ruin you?

  I swallow, hating this situation. How on earth have I allowed myself to fall for the woman I’m meant to be protecting?

  Then again, how could I not have? She’s amazing and multi-faceted and gorgeous and precious and sexy and smart and powerful and greedy and delicious and confident and timid. She’s so many things.

  She’s not mine.

  The next time I wake up, the sun is streaking across the room. I panic for two seconds before remembering it’s Saturday. I’m always working, but Eve doesn’t have to go into the office today. I get to lounge in bed with her as long as I want, and I intend to start our day by making her scream.

  We’ve accumulated a list of sexual activities, but I have yet to be inside her, and that’s about to change right now.

  I stare down at her peaceful body. She has rolled onto her belly, facing away from me at some point. I carefully ease my sleep pants down my body so as not to disturb her. She woke me with her mouth around me in the night. Time to return the favor.

  I lean over the edge of the bed and snag a condom from my discarded jeans. Moments later, I’m rolling it on. Once I get started, I don’t want to have to stop touching her to find a condom.

  I ease the covers down her body until her bottom is revealed. My shirt has risen up over the globes in her sleep. Her skin is still pink from my spanking. It’s sexy as hell.