Call Sign: Thunder
By Livia Grant
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He didn't say a word as he positioned her body farther to the left until her torso rested against the plush end of the couch for support. Her head and left arm popped toward the door. She tried to get it back under her for leverage to get away, but a sharp slap to her right butt cheek with his open palm made her freeze .
"Now that I have your full attention, let's start this over again."
"Let go of me! You can't do this to me!"
"See that's where you're wrong, Allison. I can and I will roast this little bottom of yours until you get it through your head how precious you are. How you have people who care about you and while yes, you had a shitty thing happen to you down in Colombia, you came out of it alive."
The warm caress of his right hand massaging her bottom was in dark contrast to his harsh lecture. It had her off-base. She wanted to scream that she was too old for a spanking. That even if she wasn't, he had no right to deliver one.
As if to prove her wrong, Zach lifted his hand and let it crash down three times in the same spot in the center of her left butt cheek. Warmth spread across her skin seeping lower to body parts he hadn't touched yet. The next three swats to her right half ignited the fire in her as if she'd been injected with the drug lord's illegal drug again.
Her brain fought for control, but her body's reactions were primal. The harder she fought against his now continuous rain of spanks to her bottom, the more turned on she got. Memories from being restrained in the warehouse as men had watched her writhing with drug-induced passion fueled her angry resistance.
When Zach showed no signs of slowing down his steady pelting of his flat palm against her now tender bottom, anger turned to panic. This wasn't funny.
"Enough! It really hurts!"
"Yep."
"I'm going to tell my father you beat me! He's going to have you arrested."
Zach actually laughed at her and, if anything, his spanks got harder after her outburst.
"You have a strange way of trying to convince me you're not a little girl, honey. Threatening to tell daddy on me makes you sound like you're nine years old on the playground."
His hand stopped his discipline, squeezing her tortured globe briefly before his hand slid down to the apex between her legs. She didn't need to see to know she was soaking wet there because his long fingers slid through her copious cream easily. She flinched as his fingers stroked her clit, unable to stop her legs from trying to open so he could have better access.
"Now that I have your attention, I'd like to return to our negotiations."
His touch was too soft. She needed more. She wiggled as best as she could, but his leg tightened, holding her immobile and forcing her to take only what he offered her.
His voice sounded far away as she fought the internal struggle of her body. His power surrounded her. Consuming her. Humbling her. How easy it would be to submit to his will. She was so tired of fighting.
Sensing she wasn't listening, his hand returned to land a dozen harder than ever cracks to her sore backside. Her defenses had started to crumble—tears blurred her vision. She had to fight the urge to break down into sobs.
His fingers were back on the petals of her sex, stroking her as gently as his hand had been harsh seconds before.
"Now, let's try this again. I need your promise, Allie."
"Promise of what?"
"That you're done with the destructive behavior. No drinking, smoking, drugs. You're gonna eat and sleep right. Take better care of yourself."
"Sure! Anything. Just make me come already!"
"Wrong answer, honey."
Instead of his hand returning to the job of lighting up her hiney, she felt his fingers migrate higher, dragging wetness from her pussy up to coat her puckered bottom hole. She bucked like a mad woman to get away from the probing finger.
"Shhh. Settle down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You already did! My ass hurts."
"That means I'm making progress."
"No, it means you are a jerk!"
She clinched her bottom, expecting the spanking to continue. Only when it didn't happen did she recognize her disappointment. How messed up was that?
What was he waiting for? A full minute went by in silence as Allison caught her breath, enjoying the feel of his squeezing of her tender spots.
"This isn't working, Allison. I'm not the enemy here. I care about you and I do want to help you, but you're right. You are an adult. You haven't consented to my discipline and guidance."
His words filled her with dread. She did want him to stop spanking her, but more than that, she didn't want him to release her. She felt truly safe for the first time in a long time locked in his embrace. He may be wailing on her defenseless bottom, but she had no doubt that he was doing it because he really thought it would help.
It only took a few seconds to untangle themselves from his iron hold on her. The coolness of the room as she stood naked in front of him gave her goose bumps. She was unsteady on her feet, but he leaned forward to grab her hips to steady her. She could feel her nipples hardening as the perspiration she'd worked up moments earlier dried in the cool air. Zach raked his gaze across her body greedily.
"I'm not going to apologize, but I am going to give you a choice to decide for yourself."
"Decide what?"
"If you're going to turn yourself over to me."
She wasn't sure she understood. Embarrassment had her blushing. "I told you, I want you. I don't know what else you want from me."
"That's just sex, honey. Anyone can have sex."
That answer surprised her. "But... what then?"
"I want you to submit to me. I want you to let me take care of you. Help you through this rough spot you're in."
"How would I do that?"
"Promise to follow my rules. Submit to punishments if you break a rule."
Her breath caught at the words submit and punishment. Her brain revolted but the rest of her body melted further. She'd never known a man like Zach before and she knew she didn't want to let him walk out of her life.
"I... I'm not sure I know how."
His smile lit up his face and made her knees weak.
"You don't have to, honey. I’ll teach you. All you have to do is be my good girl."
She collapsed into his arms, wanting nothing more than to be his anything. He cradled her, rocking her as she let fresh tears fall down her cheeks.
Her sore backside rubbed against his rough jeans, reminding her of exactly how her hero liked to deal with naughty girls.
"I'll take it you're ready to listen now."
She was ready for a lot more than listening, but she held her tongue.
"I need your promise, Allison."
She found it hard to even whisper the words. "I promise."
"Promise, what?"
He wasn't making it easier. "To be your good girl." That made him smile.
"And what will happen if you don't take care of yourself and break the rules?"
Oh God, she couldn't say the words. "Please, isn't my promise enough?"
"No. I need to know you are submitting to what will happen if you break the rules again."
There was that word again. Submit. She hated and loved it in equal measure. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by his dominant stare. "You'll spank me."
"Yes, and more. I have many ways to discipline you that don't even involve spanking." The lusty quality of his stare set her heart racing faster.
His hands moved from her hips to her ass, squeezing her punished flesh. In that moment, she knew she'd submit to anything and everything this man wanted to do to her body, as long as he kept looking at her with that look in his eyes.
He shot to his feet unexpectedly, lifting her into his arms and carrying her toward the bedroom. He took long strides, getting them to the messy king bed in seconds and depositing her in the middle of the disarray.
He kept his eyes on her, raking up and down her body as he took off his T-shirt first and then unzipped his jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time.
Allie couldn't help lowering her gaze to the bulge in his boxer briefs. His cock strained for release and was so long it peeked out of the elastic waistband of his shorts.
She didn't want to wait any longer. She'd dreamed of this moment so often. When he lowered his briefs, his erection jutted forward, heavy with unspent desire.
Allie sat up, reaching out to grasp his hardness, but he stepped back. "Not yet, honey. I'm gonna have a hard enough time not spending like a rookie the second I'm inside you."
A thrill went through her that a man like Zach wanted her so bad that he was on the verge of losing control.
All semblance of control left her the second he knelt between her legs, spreading her wide and drinking in the sight of her pussy. She felt like she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. She thrust her hips up to meet his lips as he lowered his face to her folds, first flicking her lightly before diving in to suck her into his mouth.
Allison bucked her ass off the bed, chasing a powerful climax as she ran her fingers through his short hair, trying to get a grasp of it in an attempt to make sure he couldn't escape before he'd serviced her properly.
It was the combination of his magical mouth and the insertion of two fingers into her channel, curving to find her G-spot that finally did her in. She came with a loud cry that mingled with Zach's satisfied growl that sent vibrations through her slit, extending her pleasure.
When he sat back on his heels between her splayed legs, he had a happy grin on his cream-covered face.
The sunlight glistened off his lips and Allison burst out in giggles when he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips as if he'd just finished a gourmet meal.
"Delicious."
"Now that I have your full attention, let's start this over again."
"Let go of me! You can't do this to me!"
"See that's where you're wrong, Allison. I can and I will roast this little bottom of yours until you get it through your head how precious you are. How you have people who care about you and while yes, you had a shitty thing happen to you down in Colombia, you came out of it alive."
The warm caress of his right hand massaging her bottom was in dark contrast to his harsh lecture. It had her off-base. She wanted to scream that she was too old for a spanking. That even if she wasn't, he had no right to deliver one.
As if to prove her wrong, Zach lifted his hand and let it crash down three times in the same spot in the center of her left butt cheek. Warmth spread across her skin seeping lower to body parts he hadn't touched yet. The next three swats to her right half ignited the fire in her as if she'd been injected with the drug lord's illegal drug again.
Her brain fought for control, but her body's reactions were primal. The harder she fought against his now continuous rain of spanks to her bottom, the more turned on she got. Memories from being restrained in the warehouse as men had watched her writhing with drug-induced passion fueled her angry resistance.
When Zach showed no signs of slowing down his steady pelting of his flat palm against her now tender bottom, anger turned to panic. This wasn't funny.
"Enough! It really hurts!"
"Yep."
"I'm going to tell my father you beat me! He's going to have you arrested."
Zach actually laughed at her and, if anything, his spanks got harder after her outburst.
"You have a strange way of trying to convince me you're not a little girl, honey. Threatening to tell daddy on me makes you sound like you're nine years old on the playground."
His hand stopped his discipline, squeezing her tortured globe briefly before his hand slid down to the apex between her legs. She didn't need to see to know she was soaking wet there because his long fingers slid through her copious cream easily. She flinched as his fingers stroked her clit, unable to stop her legs from trying to open so he could have better access.
"Now that I have your attention, I'd like to return to our negotiations."
His touch was too soft. She needed more. She wiggled as best as she could, but his leg tightened, holding her immobile and forcing her to take only what he offered her.
His voice sounded far away as she fought the internal struggle of her body. His power surrounded her. Consuming her. Humbling her. How easy it would be to submit to his will. She was so tired of fighting.
Sensing she wasn't listening, his hand returned to land a dozen harder than ever cracks to her sore backside. Her defenses had started to crumble—tears blurred her vision. She had to fight the urge to break down into sobs.
His fingers were back on the petals of her sex, stroking her as gently as his hand had been harsh seconds before.
"Now, let's try this again. I need your promise, Allie."
"Promise of what?"
"That you're done with the destructive behavior. No drinking, smoking, drugs. You're gonna eat and sleep right. Take better care of yourself."
"Sure! Anything. Just make me come already!"
"Wrong answer, honey."
Instead of his hand returning to the job of lighting up her hiney, she felt his fingers migrate higher, dragging wetness from her pussy up to coat her puckered bottom hole. She bucked like a mad woman to get away from the probing finger.
"Shhh. Settle down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You already did! My ass hurts."
"That means I'm making progress."
"No, it means you are a jerk!"
She clinched her bottom, expecting the spanking to continue. Only when it didn't happen did she recognize her disappointment. How messed up was that?
What was he waiting for? A full minute went by in silence as Allison caught her breath, enjoying the feel of his squeezing of her tender spots.
"This isn't working, Allison. I'm not the enemy here. I care about you and I do want to help you, but you're right. You are an adult. You haven't consented to my discipline and guidance."
His words filled her with dread. She did want him to stop spanking her, but more than that, she didn't want him to release her. She felt truly safe for the first time in a long time locked in his embrace. He may be wailing on her defenseless bottom, but she had no doubt that he was doing it because he really thought it would help.
It only took a few seconds to untangle themselves from his iron hold on her. The coolness of the room as she stood naked in front of him gave her goose bumps. She was unsteady on her feet, but he leaned forward to grab her hips to steady her. She could feel her nipples hardening as the perspiration she'd worked up moments earlier dried in the cool air. Zach raked his gaze across her body greedily.
"I'm not going to apologize, but I am going to give you a choice to decide for yourself."
"Decide what?"
"If you're going to turn yourself over to me."
She wasn't sure she understood. Embarrassment had her blushing. "I told you, I want you. I don't know what else you want from me."
"That's just sex, honey. Anyone can have sex."
That answer surprised her. "But... what then?"
"I want you to submit to me. I want you to let me take care of you. Help you through this rough spot you're in."
"How would I do that?"
"Promise to follow my rules. Submit to punishments if you break a rule."
Her breath caught at the words submit and punishment. Her brain revolted but the rest of her body melted further. She'd never known a man like Zach before and she knew she didn't want to let him walk out of her life.
"I... I'm not sure I know how."
His smile lit up his face and made her knees weak.
"You don't have to, honey. I’ll teach you. All you have to do is be my good girl."
She collapsed into his arms, wanting nothing more than to be his anything. He cradled her, rocking her as she let fresh tears fall down her cheeks.
Her sore backside rubbed against his rough jeans, reminding her of exactly how her hero liked to deal with naughty girls.
"I'll take it you're ready to listen now."
She was ready for a lot more than listening, but she held her tongue.
"I need your promise, Allison."
She found it hard to even whisper the words. "I promise."
"Promise, what?"
He wasn't making it easier. "To be your good girl." That made him smile.
"And what will happen if you don't take care of yourself and break the rules?"
Oh God, she couldn't say the words. "Please, isn't my promise enough?"
"No. I need to know you are submitting to what will happen if you break the rules again."
There was that word again. Submit. She hated and loved it in equal measure. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by his dominant stare. "You'll spank me."
"Yes, and more. I have many ways to discipline you that don't even involve spanking." The lusty quality of his stare set her heart racing faster.
His hands moved from her hips to her ass, squeezing her punished flesh. In that moment, she knew she'd submit to anything and everything this man wanted to do to her body, as long as he kept looking at her with that look in his eyes.
He shot to his feet unexpectedly, lifting her into his arms and carrying her toward the bedroom. He took long strides, getting them to the messy king bed in seconds and depositing her in the middle of the disarray.
He kept his eyes on her, raking up and down her body as he took off his T-shirt first and then unzipped his jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time.
Allie couldn't help lowering her gaze to the bulge in his boxer briefs. His cock strained for release and was so long it peeked out of the elastic waistband of his shorts.
She didn't want to wait any longer. She'd dreamed of this moment so often. When he lowered his briefs, his erection jutted forward, heavy with unspent desire.
Allie sat up, reaching out to grasp his hardness, but he stepped back. "Not yet, honey. I'm gonna have a hard enough time not spending like a rookie the second I'm inside you."
A thrill went through her that a man like Zach wanted her so bad that he was on the verge of losing control.
All semblance of control left her the second he knelt between her legs, spreading her wide and drinking in the sight of her pussy. She felt like she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. She thrust her hips up to meet his lips as he lowered his face to her folds, first flicking her lightly before diving in to suck her into his mouth.
Allison bucked her ass off the bed, chasing a powerful climax as she ran her fingers through his short hair, trying to get a grasp of it in an attempt to make sure he couldn't escape before he'd serviced her properly.
It was the combination of his magical mouth and the insertion of two fingers into her channel, curving to find her G-spot that finally did her in. She came with a loud cry that mingled with Zach's satisfied growl that sent vibrations through her slit, extending her pleasure.
When he sat back on his heels between her splayed legs, he had a happy grin on his cream-covered face.
The sunlight glistened off his lips and Allison burst out in giggles when he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips as if he'd just finished a gourmet meal.
"Delicious."