He stretched up, grabbing her nipple between his teeth. A nerve which seemed to run straight from the pink bud to her hardened clit rippled, and stars shattered before her as she reached heaven. He released the tortured nub and his lips claimed hers. Vaguely, she heard his breathing become raspy and felt his penis enlarge as he found his joy and his pleasure. She clung to him while he held her gently but with a comforting strength.
“You, my dear, are mine,” he proclaimed.
Chapter Five
Traminette (semi-dry)—
A light, sweet wine with hints of apricot and ginger, a nice companion to Cajun food.
Rose read the text message with a mixture of apprehension, excitement and trepidation. Ginger? Why on earth would Nathan want her to pick up a large hand of ginger at the health food store? Whatever the reason, Rose knew she’d find out sooner or later. Since he’d also referred to her as ‘girl’, she assumed he was planning a play event. The only other hint he had given her was to state that he would be at her house at eight-thirty p.m. and for her to be ready. After glancing at her watch, Rose rushed through the rest of her shopping. She’d have to hurry if she were to be ready on time.
An hour and a half later, Rose—freshly showered and shaved—cast a furtive glance at the kitchen clock. Eight thirty-five. He was late. She wiggled a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position for her knees, and then chided herself. If Nathan wanted to keep her waiting, that was his right. Suddenly, she heard the click of a key unlocking her back door and lowered her head. Breathing deeply, she smelt her own musky scent of arousal. She remained in position until she saw Nathan’s shoes directly in front of her. She looked up at his crotch and kissed it gently. She sat back on her ankles and humbly dropped her gaze to the floor.
“Where’s the ginger?” Nathan’s asked in his rich voice.
“It’s on the counter by the sink,” she respectfully answered.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. “And keep your eyes lowered.”
Rose barely suppressed the urge to peek at Nathan as she heard him walk to the kitchen counter, open a drawer and begin to whistle. Rose felt a growing dampness between her thighs while she obediently waited. After what seemed a lifetime, Nathan returned and placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair.
“I want you to stand and place your hands against the table. Keep your legs spread,” he instructed.
Rose gulped. She was going to get a whipping and from the coldness in his voice, she knew it would be harsh. Quickly, she obeyed, wondering if she had displeased him or if he simply wanted to indulge his own pleasure.
“Do you remember your contract, girl?” he whispered into her ear.
“Of course, Sir,” she answered.
“Remember the provision stating that you would be honest with me to the best of your ability?”
Rose nodded, her mind racing trying to figure out what he was talking about.
“Yesterday, after I read the letter those lawyers sent, I asked you what you were afraid of,” he elaborated.
Oh goddess!
Her body tensed.
“You weren’t honest with me, were you?”
“No, Sir,” she admitted, hanging her head in shame.
“And for that you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Good. Because that is exactly what I plan to do. I’m going to punish you and then you are going to tell me what frightens you and then I am going to make love to you.” He ran his hand through her hair and down her back, the softness of his hand belying the severity of his words.
“I am ready, my Lord.” Rose closed her eyes, a sense of calm washing over her.
I need this so very much.
She felt his fingers spreading her ass cheeks and tensed, but when he slapped his hand down on her ass, she relaxed. A spanking. Goddess knew she loved a good spanking. Unexpectedly, Nathan slid something cold and damp into her anus and she gasped. He hadn’t lubricated her, but whatever he had placed inside her seemed to slide right in.
“I’m going to administer twenty-five swats and you, my dear, will not clench your ass cheeks together. Want to know why?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she responded, a strange tingling sensation beginning to crawl around the rim of her asshole.
“Because if you do, that ginger plug I just put in your ass will burn like hell. And if you don’t tighten your muscles, I’ll be able to spank you hard without fear of bruising your lovely little cheeks. And you deserve a hard spanking. Now don’t get me wrong—that ginger will sting no matter what you do, but it will burn a hell of a lot less if you don’t clench,” he explained and landed a hard swat to her right cheek.
“Oh!” she shrieked.
Figging with ginger?
Rose remembered reading about figging. Apparently, the practice had been popular in Victorian England in order to stop a disobedient wife from clenching her ass cheeks while receiving a stern caning. The ginger was harmless but produced a strong burning sensation that worsened if the poor penitent clenched around the spicy root.
Holy shit this burns!
Rose knew her tears would produce no reprieve from her punishment, nor did she want them to, so she let them roll freely down her cheeks. By the time Nathan had administered the last hard slap to her cheek, her ass was on fire—inside and out. She hung her head, allowing the tears to drip onto the kitchen table. She sighed in gratitude when she felt Nathan remove the natural plug. Despite the discomfort, she felt no tension in her shoulders and her anxiety level had gone down considerably. Nathan had been right. She had not only deserved, but needed the spanking. She felt grounded and calm for the first time since she’d placed a hand on that damned letter.
“Sit down,” he ordered.
Sniffing, Rose obeyed. She smiled up at Nathan and wiggled a bit on the chair, her abused bottom burning and aching, the ginger oils still working on the soft tissue. Her thighs glistened with cream oozing from her quivering pussy. Nathan stood before her, implacable. Her heart contracted. He was so beautiful and sexy. How lucky she was to have him.
“I’m waiting,” he coaxed.
“Okay,” she began contritely. She’d lied to Nathan and he deserved an explanation. “I wasn’t honest with you or with myself. I am afraid. I’m afraid of so much, Nathan,” she sobbed. “I’m afraid my father will be a jerk and I’ll hate him, or worse yet, he’ll hate me. I mean, where the hell was he all these years? Why would he contact me now…after all these years? What does he want with me? Will I be good enough for him? Will I be what he expects?”
“Oh, baby,” Nathan said, kneeling in front of her and kissing her tears away. “You’ll never know if you don’t contact him. And if you don’t, you’ll always wonder. And never, never, think you aren’t good enough for anyone. Someone might not be good enough for you, girl, but you are perfect.”
“Thank you,” she sniffled. “But, Nathan, I just can’t. I can’t do this alone. If Mom were still around, maybe. But somehow it seems disloyal to her. I mean, do I just accept another parent in her place? She wasn’t the best mother in the world, but I loved her and she loved me.”
“I know that, Rose. But you need to know the truth about your family. And you won’t be alone. If you want, I’ll be with you,” Nathan promised.
“Really? You’ll help me?” she asked. All her life she could only depend upon herself. She loved Nathan and trusted him, but it had never entered her mind that he would help share this burden. Rose smiled, seeing the compassion and love in Nathan’s eyes.
“Of course, I will, Rose. I will always be there to help and support you even if you try to push me away. You feel better?” he asked.
Her arse cheeks stinging, her anus still on fire, her face wet with tears, Rose giggled. “Actually, I feel wonderful,” she admitted. And she did. For the first time since receiving the letter, she felt free and light-hearted.
Nathan laughed, scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. His lips captured hers in a demanding kiss. He laid her gently on the bed and began to remove his clothes. Rose stared, mesmerised by sight of his body—his broad, hairy chest, his dark, hungry eyes.
“You still feeling the effects of that ginger?” he questioned.
“I am,” she admitted.
“Good. It should last a bit longer and then slowly fade. Your ass sore?”
“Yes, my Lord. It burns beautifully from your hand.”
Nathan smiled, spread her legs and knelt between them. He dug his hands into the tender flesh of her abused buttocks as he positioned himself before her. With maddening slowness, he entered her. She clenched the muscles of her vagina around his rod, drawing him inside her. When he was fully encased, he eased himself down on top of her, grasping her hair.
“My sweet, sweet, Rose,” he whispered and began his gentle, rhythmic dance.
Rose tipped her head back slightly, arching her back, following his movements step for step. Her hips moulded to his as he made love to her. The heat in her womb grew even as the fire in her anus dissipated until again, passion’s flame consumed all rational thought. She wrapped her legs around him.
When she felt Nathan’s body tense, she begged him, “Please, Nathan. Please, suck my nipples. I want to come with you.”
Nathan dipped his head and captured a pink bud in his mouth as he continued to thrust into her. He chewed and the painful pleasure radiated throughout her body, lifting her soul to a dizzying height. Suddenly, Nathan cried out, clenching his teeth around the bruised nipple and pushed himself to her very core. Stars exploded as she gratefully opened her body to Nathan’s.
She floated back to earth, filled with a sense of love and security, knowing she was safe in the arms of the man she loved.
Chapter Six
Blush—
A blend of Concord and the native American Niagara grape producing a smooth, sweet wine that slides effortlessly down the throat.
“So, how do you want to handle this?” Nathan asked the next morning.
He’d got up early and fixed tea for Rose. She looked so damned cute sitting across from him in her sparkling clean kitchen. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes bleary and she had an indentation on the side of her face where she’d scrunched into a pillow for half the night. He was definitely a morning person, but Rose…not so much.
“Handle what?” she enquired, slurring her words around the mug of tea.
Nathan rolled his eyes. He should have known not to broach a serious subject before her second cup of tea.
“Your father?” he prompted.
Rose gently set the hot mug on the table and sighed deeply before answering. Nathan watched her, giving her the time she needed to gather her thoughts.
“Well,” she began, “I suppose I should contact those lawyers who sent me that letter. Do you remember who they were?”
“Actually, I can do better than that,” he answered carefully. “I had a feeling you’d change your mind, so I swiped the letter out of the trash last week. You want to write or call them?”
Nathan held his breath while he watched first disbelief, then anger, then finally acceptance play across Rose’s face. Very little frightened him, but the fact that he’d gone directly against her wishes could set her off and the thought of an angry red-headed woman terrified him.
“I see,” she said. “Well, normally I’d be pissed as hell that you’d done that, but in truth, I’m relieved.”
Nathan’s heart melted just a little when she smiled at him.
“I guess calling would be the most expedient, but I have to admit, I’m more than a bit intimidated by the idea of talking to lawyers.”
“Your other option is to have me call as your representative,” Nathan offered. “As a Private Investigator, I could easily act as your proxy and get a better feel for whether these guys are above board or not.”
Rose took several sips of tea. Nathan knew better than to rush her, so he got up, kissed the top of her mussed head then wandered into the bathroom to take a shower. As he stood beneath the stinging jets of water, he remembered the night before and a smile played over his lips. Rose’s perfect little ass, two fiery red globes and the ginger plug peeking out. Nathan felt himself get hard thinking about her.
“Need someone to wash your back?”
Nathan grinned seeing his little witch leaning against the shower door, naked and smiling like a cat who had just slurped up a bowl of cream. If it was cream she wanted, it was cream she’d get.
“Now do I look stupid enough to turn down an offer like that?” he asked, stepping back to make room for her.
The warm water splashed off her shoulders and her hair turned a darker shade of copper as the water slicked it against her head and back. She lifted her face to the water, opening her mouth slightly. Nathan could barely breathe. She was so incredibly beautiful. She looked at him and smiled, wagging her eyebrows up and down, a bar of soap in her hand.
Nathan turned around and closed his eyes as she rubbed and cleaned his back with her wet, soapy hand. She massaged his muscles along his spine, his ribs, his lower back. He sucked in his breath when she reached his buttocks. Her hands felt so good—so small and strong. She reached around his hips, working the soft lather into his curly pubic hair. He groaned as her delicate fingers cupped his balls and slid up and down his shaft. God above, but he loved his life.