12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018 Page 8

  “I told you this will blow up in your face. For such an intelligent man, you can be so damn stupid, Matt,” insisted Danielle.

  “That’s not it. I don’t know what it is. I can’t figure it out. She won’t talk to me,” countered Matt.

  “Well, you need to figure it out. She’s the best thing that ever happened to you and Josie, and you’re losing her because you won’t talk to her. Better yet, why don’t you try and listen to her?”

  “I’ve tried. She’s not saying anything.” Matt sounded so miserable, it broke her heart.

  The door opened and she came face to face with both of them. All three stared at each other.

  “Hi, Jana. I’m headed home,” Danielle announced. She rushed down the stairs and left Matt and Jana standing there looking at each other.

  Her heart still skipped a beat each time she looked into his masculine, handsome face. Her fingers tingled, yearning to rub the short soft beard he wore along his jawline and chin.

  “This is unexpected. Come in,” he suggested.

  “I’m not staying. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” Why did she announce she wouldn’t stay first thing? She saw him look at the ceiling and shake his head. “Don’t be like that,” she groaned.

  “Like what, Jana?”

  “All put out, frustrated.”

  “It’s not an act. I am frustrated. Come on… Talk to me. Please.” He stepped into the living room but made no move to sit. He stood there waiting. She didn’t know what she wanted to say or how to say it. She did know she didn’t want to be there at that moment. She turned around and headed for the door.

  His arm came around her waist. Scooping her up off her feet, he hauled her up the stairs to their bedroom. Their bedroom. Pictures of the two of them at the beach sat on her nightstand. Pictures of her and Josie sat on his. He tossed her on the bed.

  “I’m tired of this. When you started to pull away from me, I backed off. I thought you needed it. I thought you believed you needed more independence. As if I wanted you to be someone other than who you are.” His blue eyes bored into hers. They were the same kind eyes she trusted, but they also appeared strong and determined. “Get undressed. Get your collar and put it on. The only one I ever gave you because you became indecisive and I gave you the time you needed to sort it out. Go, attach the ankle cuffs and position yourself on the bench.”

  Her core tightened, then throbbed. She needed to talk to him. But he had given her an opportunity and she’d passed. If she didn’t talk to him before they engaged in spankings and glorious sex, would it be too late? Too late in that she might decline Albert’s offer? Too late in that they would be all euphoric afterwards and telling him her plans would sour what they shared? Too late for everything? This could delay the inevitable. Maybe they were over.

  “Jana!” he shouted. “Go on. Do as I instructed. You need this.”

  She did. But would it change anything? Clasping the black, roped, choker around her neck, she held onto it. She could fall back into the same pattern. But it hadn’t been working either.

  He came up to her, threading his hand in her curly hair. Tilting her head back, he gazed into her eyes. He shared her confusion. “I know I’ve been preoccupied. I know I’ve been putting in a lot of hours. But this is a big case we are working on. I need this bust. I need these arrests. If I want to go anywhere in the vice division, I need this.”

  She knew how hard he worked, how much he wanted to make a name for himself on the force. He’d passed his lieutenant’s exam, but he had not received a promotion yet. She understood it took longer to move up the ranks in a specified unit and not on patrol. She shared his ambition. She wanted this for him. “I know I do. It’s not that.”

  He gripped her hair, tugging her head further back. “Then go do what I told you, Jana. I’ve neglected you. I know what you need. Let me give it to you.” Lowering his mouth to hers, his tongue darted out and traced the outside, then the inside of her lips.

  Her knees weakened. She squeezed them together to support herself – and in an attempt to embrace the sensations blitzing her from within.

  How long had it been since they’d indulged in this dynamic? Months? He’d bought her the spanking bench last Christmas and they’d used it regularly at first. Then it stopped. As much as she thought their problems started with her determination to maintain her independence, why did this appeal to her so strongly? She wanted a strong man. She needed a strong man. A man she could rely on. She had him. And yet she felt like a walking contradiction.

  Gazing into his eyes, she sensed he read all her thoughts, and he understood.

  The corners of his mouth turned up into a gentle, sexy grin. “Do you remember your safe word?” he asked.

  She bobbed her head, the most she could manage with his hand clutching her hair and holding her head stationary.

  “Excellent,” he stated. Using his free hand, he grasped one of hers and lowered it to the front of his jeans. She felt his hardness as puffs of hot breath merged between their faces. His eyes narrowed and he pulled on her hair. “Feel what you do to me, Jana. It hasn’t and won’t change.”

  As she rubbed her palm over his erection, the fact they both were aroused delighted her. When he groaned, clasped her hand and twirled her away from him, she was unsteady on her feet. She leaned to the side, planting her palm on the mattress for support. Every part of her thrummed in rhythm with the fast beats of her heart. Her hands, from her wrists to her fingertips prickled. Pushing off the bed, she strolled through their closet into the small room behind it that held their bench. After undressing, she put her knees up on the pads and fastened the ankle restraints. Her hands shook, and it took her longer than she wanted.

  Matt came in behind her. Popping her on the ass, he commanded, “Lay over the front.”

  She did as he directed.

  Lowering the chest rest to a 30 degree slope, he buckled each of her wrists. Taking a crop off a wall hook, he smacked the leather slapper on each of her bottom cheeks before trailing it up her back and popping her on the back of her neck where her hair had fallen forward leaving it exposed. Kneeling in front of her, he asked, “How do you feel? Are you comfortable?” He, too, had undressed.

  She stared at his masculine thighs, and his other prominent manly feature – not as if it could go unnoticed. She licked her lips imagining her mouth there.

  He chuckled, waving his hand in front of her face. He held an eye mask. They had a whole kit of items, but never tried the majority of them. “You have to answer me, Jana or I won’t continue. Are you comfortable?” he repeated. She nodded and he shook his head in disappointment. “I’m not going to be able to see your head when I’m behind that gorgeous ass. Words, Jana. You know, the things we use to communicate and you avoid like the plague.”

  He didn’t have to go there. “Yes!” she spat. “I’m comfortable. Exposed and vulnerable, but comfortable enough.”

  “Tsk, tsk. If I didn’t need to hear the words, and sounds that fall out of your mouth when I have you in such a state of anticipation and abandonment that your mind shuts off and you’re left with only sensation, I’d use a ball gag.” Sliding the strap over her head and hair, he positioned the mask over her eyes. “This will assist in enabling you to focus on this experience and what you are feeling.” His warm lips touched her forehead. He kept them there, breathing in and out until her breaths matched his. “Good girl. Let me take care of you. I want to.”

  She heard him stand and step around her to the left. He placed the crop on her right shoulder, dragging it across her skin to the left one. Moving it down her side, he took it across her lower back, at the very top of her bottom, then up her other side. He continued drawing the same square in a slow, sumptuous pace. Deeply relaxed, grieving and impatient for each caress of the smooth leather, her thighs and shoulders shivered.

  “You look so fucking amazing,” he praised. “Why the hell did we stop coming in here?” He lifted the crop from her skin and she ar
ched her back, mourning its absence.

  She was uncertain if she heard the thwack before she felt it, when he gave her right shoulder blade a good, firm whack. Lifting her head, she waited for his next strike. It didn’t come.

  He resumed his initial movements of shaping a square from shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip with the implement.

  After he repeated the same motion several times, she laid her head back down. That time she didn’t have a chance to miss the loss of the leather before it popped her in the left shoulder blade. Producing minimal sting, the sound, and the unexpectedness had her raising her head up again.

  Dragging the slapper across her back to the opposite side of her waist, he popped it there and removed it. His large palm cupped her right butt cheek. Without forewarning, he massaged it, smacked it. Massaged it again and smacked it. He continued this until he had a good sting going and she gripped the front of both armrests, flinching with each strike.

  The sound of his footsteps near her head had her dropping it back on the cool leather. She squeezed her eyes shut knowing he couldn’t see them, and she couldn’t see him. Concentrating on the feel of the bench against her face, abdomen, and in her fingers, she was startled by his voice.

  “Oh, how I’ve missed the shade of magnificent pink your skin turns. Raise your head.”

  She did as he demanded.

  Slipping his fingers into the hair at the top of her head, he kneaded her scalp before taking hold and angling her face higher. The tip of his dick touched her lips.

  She licked it, circling the head with her tongue, before taking it between her lips.

  He held her head immobile, and he remained still.

  Only able to lavish attention on what he gave her, she alternated between deliberate swipes of her tongue and lingering strokes between her lips to the head and just below.

  “You are such a hot little bitch, Jana,” he groaned, clenching her hair firmer.

  It didn’t feel right. Nothing did. She tried to twist her head and get his cock out of her face, but she couldn’t; he had a solid hold. “Vice,” she mumbled. “Vice! Vice,” she yelled.

  The mask came off. Kneeling in front of her, he unstrapped her hands faster than she could comprehend what she’d said. Grasping her shoulders, he guided her upright. Rubbing her neck and hair, he peered into her face, his eyes full of concern. “What? What is it? Are you hurt?”

  Her lip quivered. Why did she do that? She’d used her damn safe word. What the hell? “I’m… I’m not a bitch,” she stammered.

  “Huh? This is because I called you a bitch? I’ve done it before, when we were… playing.”

  Twisting away from him, she unbuckled her ankles and slid off the bench. “I don’t like it. It made me feel disrespected, like I mean nothing to you. I’m just some chick you fuck.”

  His face hardened, as he side-armed the crop into the wall behind him. It made a loud walloping sound, indicating the force of his throw.

  She shivered and looked at her feet.

  He had every right to be angry and hurt.

  “I can’t believe you said that. I can’t believe you would even think that. Damn, Jana. What’s gotten into you?” he bellowed. “I would never treat you with disrespect. I love you. And if I ever find out anyone else treated you so, they had better disappear and make certain I never find them.”

  Hearing him say that filled her heart with joy, but her mind opposed. The first time in weeks they engaged in any physical activity, he referred to her as a bitch. It made her feel less than she already did. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Big surprise,” he jeered. He walked by her and toward the bedroom. “You staying or going to your place?”

  Following him out, she watched him toss the throw pillows to the floor and yank the covers down on the bed. “I guess I’ll stay. It’s late now,” she muttered.

  “Do what you want. It’s what you’ll do anyway,” he grumbled.

  “You’re not being fair! When have you told me what you want?” she argued.

  He marched in front of her.

  Cocking her head, she stared into his steady, blue eyes.

  “I want you. But you go in and work when you don’t have to. You hold on to that damn apartment like you need a backup plan if things don’t work out. I never consider us not working out,” he divulged.

  He didn’t? But she believed him. “It’s a good thing I held on to my apartment. I can’t keep my dogs here when you have Josie.”

  “Excuses, excuses. She’s not going to be three forever, Jana. Instead of staying and working on it, you choose to avoid it altogether. I get it, you need a break. Take it.” His jaw relaxed. His eyes softened. “If I’ve learned anything about women, sometimes the harder you fight to hold on to them, the more they yearn to be free.”

  “I’m not Macy,” she spouted.

  “Nope, you are not. I’m not sure you even know who you are or what you want,” he stated.

  “Not everyone can be like you and Macy. Sure, seems you both know exactly what you want, yet neither one of you are taking the next step in your current relationships – possibly waiting for another chance together. Bet you never called her a bitch,” she challenged.

  In an instant his posture hardened. His chest broadened, the soft hair there grazed her nose. Grabbing under her arms, he raised her to where only the tip of her toes swiped the wood floor as she thrashed her legs. Dropping her on the bed face down, he put one hand on her head holding it into the soft mattress. Her legs dangled midair, her upper thighs rested on the edge of the bed. “You don’t need a spanking for pleasure, you need a punishment spanking. The things I’m hearing coming out of your mouth! Good God, Jana. I know you don’t believe what you are saying. I never called Macy a bitch because she wasn’t my bitch. You are… mine,” he yelled. His hand smacked her ass, hard. She yelped and he repeated the same action on the other side. “You want a reason to use your safe word, I’ll give you one. But it’s always there for your use. Always.”

  Taking a deep breath, she accepted what he gave her.

  A man with a purpose, he spanked her until every inch of her backside stung and burned to the point she didn’t know if she could take anymore.

  When he rolled her to her back, she realized she was crying. But not from pain, though it did hurt like hell, she liked it. Something about him manhandling her and relinquishing her body to him thrilled her beyond anything else. When he dominated her, she lost herself to everything but him. She found it confusing. How could she want to be one kind of woman outside of the house and a totally different one in the bedroom?

  Holding her ankles, he bent and lifted her legs wide. He nuzzled his bearded face between her thighs and over her sex, and she gasped, wanting more. But he teased her.

  His breath warmed her most sensitive parts creating an ache so deep she started to beg. “Matt,” she pleaded.

  “Yes, darling? What is you want, baby? What is it you need?”

  The tip of his tongue touched and circled her entry before he glided it up and stilled.

  She arched her back needing more. Taut with lust, she whined, “You, I need you.”

  Burying his face in her, he lapped and sucked with fervor so strong it bordered the line between pain and pleasure.

  She rolled her head from side to side and her legs shook. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue. She feared she might break from the intense clenching in her core.

  Moving his hands from her ankles to the inside of her thighs, Matt spread them further apart, nuzzling into more area he’d exposed.

  Her body jerked with the first spasm, and the rest wracked cries of bliss out of her.

  She was still reeling from the powerful orgasm, when Matt flipped her back over. Pulling her by her waist, he positioned her feet on the ground leaving her torso on the bed. He gripped her hips and thrust into her. He pounded into her.

  The aching of her rear combined with the pleasure inside her and sent her over the edg
e into another orgasm. She pulled at the sheet, moaning.

  Moving his hands to her shoulders, he clamped his hands over them and pulled her into each of his plunges. The momentum was frenzied, yet controlled. He slammed into her, over and over again. The sound of his skin smacking hers filled the room.

  Her legs grew weak, her ass throbbed, and the beginning of another orgasm formed.

  “Is this what you want, Jana? Tell me! Tell me what you want,” he yelled.

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced for another forceful cum as her muscles convulsed, clamping onto him. “Yes. You… I want you,” she admitted as they came together.

  Lying on her back, his head between her shoulders, he reached up and stroked her hair and face. “You are mine,” he whispered. Positioning his hands on either side of her body, he pushed off her. “You have a bright red ass to show it too.” He rubbed each of her cheeks, massaging them. “Up on the bed. Let’s get some sleep.”

  Crawling up on the bed, she moved to the side that was hers and lay on her back.

  He climbed up on his side and put his arm over her stomach. “Simply amazing,” he stated.

  Chapter 2

  They still worked great in the bedroom; not that that solved any of their everyday problems. Without the dogs there, the next morning they didn’t have that issue to contend with. Josie woke them up before eight o’clock.

  Matt’s shift started at two in the afternoon, and Jana planned to go to the theater at lunch as they had a performance that evening.

  She started the coffee and Matt tended to Josie, putting one of her favorite shows on tv. Coming up behind Jana at the sink, he pushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck. “The little princess requests cereal this morning. Would you like a bowl?” he asked.

  “No, I don’t.” She thought about the call she had to make to Albert. It would be easier to be away from Matt over the next week while he had Josie, if she didn’t have easy access to him. “Albert called me last night. He wants me to come and take a role in his show next week.”