WARNING: This chapter is pretty much all porn and includes kink. It shouldn't come as a surprise considering the experimentation witnessed in previous chapters but if BDSM/spanking isn't your deal, then this chapter isn't for you. You already got the happy ending—no pun intended- so this is just bonus porn. This chapter is NOT SAFE FOR WORK so I strongly advise saving this for later when you're not in an office setting. Also, this is the final chapter. Enjoy!
Epilogue: Make Me Lose Control
The last year with Sookie was quite a ride. I found that being her boyfriend wasn't all that different from being whatever it was she had considered me to be before we put ourselves on lockdown. We continued to get to know one another one conversation, one orgasm at a time. Her adventurous side didn't disappear with the status change in our relationship. Actually, if anything, it seemed knowing we were committed to each other brought out something even wilder in her.
I was a lucky bastard and I was determined to let her know I knew it every single day we were together. We weren't living together officially, but since our apartments were so close to each other's we were constantly going back and forth from one place to the other. We'd talked about living together but figured when the time was right, we'd know it. At the moment we each liked having our own space to retreat to and I didn't take it personally when she said she wanted to sleep in her own bed. Some nights—and there weren't many of them- I felt the same way.
Really, I couldn't complain. Shakespeare's Sister was doing better business than it had before, thanks in part to Sookie allowing us to put up promotional stuff in her shop. I knew her business was growing and they were considering opening a second location in Monroe. I was excited for her. We worked a lot of long hours and spent as much time together as we could. Thursday night was still date night so no matter what we had going on, that night was just about us.
More often than not we ended up making dinner together at one apartment or the other. We were so busy running around the rest of the time that a quiet night in was exactly the way we wanted to spend our date night. We'd eat dinner, watch a movie and spend the rest of the night in bed together—our favorite place to be.
On the one year anniversary of the night we met we went for drinks at the same hotel. By then we were beyond comfortable around each other. I recalled how hesitant Sookie had been that night. She'd tried her hardest to look confident but her eyes had given her away. Fucking a stranger was well outside her comfort zone but I understood why she'd done it. I just considered myself lucky that I was the guy she'd picked.
We had experimented a bit with different things, seeing what worked for us and what didn't. One thing was for sure, we never had boring sex. I figured the day we settled for missionary sex was the day we had serious problems in our relationship. The most important thing I had learned about Sookie, sexually speaking, was that loss of control was what got her off the fastest. She liked being held down, put into positions and being disciplined when she defied me.
I hadn't been too sure about it, at first, but when I saw what it did for her I came around to it. Knowing it made her happy made it easier for me to get into it. We'd talked about how rough was too rough and what our deal breakers were. Sookie trusted me completely and I trusted her right back. I knew what her boundaries were and she knew all she had to do was tell me to stop what I was doing and that would be the end of it.
I was at work one night when Sookie came by for a visit. She was dressed in a short, pleated skirt she'd bought expressly for the purpose of driving me crazy. She'd paired it with a tight tank top and combat boots so it was the right blend of innocent and grunge for a night at Shakespeare's Sister. She fit right in with the other women in the crowd.
For most of the night she'd been brattier than usual, demanding my attention when she knew I was busy and pouting when she didn't get her way. She was pushing my buttons and I was sure she knew she was doing it. She progressed from pouting to stomping around and after being warned several times, enough was enough. It clicked in my mind what she wanted and she was going to get it.
When she stuck her tongue out at me, I'd had it. I loved her, I really did, but this bratty behavior needed to stop. Now. If she could behave this way in public, then I would discipline her in public, which was what she wanted. My girl was nothing if not a minx.
"Enough!" I finally said after one complaint too many and grabbed her upper arm firmly but not too hard. "Come with me."
The regretful look in Sookie's eyes told me she knew what was going to happen. The look was part of the game, part of what made all of this a turn-on for both of us. "Eric, I'm sorry. I'll be good," she dropped her eyes.
"Too late," I said and marched her through the crowd to my office in the back.
"Eric, please," she pleaded but I ignored her.
Sookie knew the rules. She knew the consequences. If she acted like a bratty child, I treated her like one. All the way to my office, she pleaded for me to reconsider, to give her one more chance to behave like the good girl I knew she could be.
When we got to my office I said, "One more word and I'll leave the door open."
Sookie stopped talking and when I told her to go stand in the corner, she did as she was told. I pulled an old wooden chair I kept for occasions like these away from its spot by the wall. I considered how I wanted to go about this. I kept a paddle in my desk that Pam had given me as a gag gift two years before, but had only used it once. I didn't much care for it. I preferred the tried and true method of skin on skin.
I sat in the chair and watched Sookie. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her eyes straight ahead staring at the wall. She knew the drill. I hadn't punished her in over a month. She was getting better about behaving.
"Come here," I said roughly and she followed my command. I pulled her down over my lap, holding her hands against her back. "Do you know why I'm going to spank you?"
"I was a brat," she admitted.
"And what happens to brats?" I asked her as I ran my hand up the back of her leg.
"They get spanked," she answered with resignation as I tucked her skirt into the band of it.
"Yes they do," I said and brought my hand down on her right cheek. "Naughty brats get spanked."
I kept at it, spanking her over and over, alternating between cheeks, slightly raising the intensity with each swat that landed on her perfect ass. This was just the warm up phase.
"I'll be good, Eric. You don't have to do it anymore. I'll be good," Sookie said when I began to tug her panties down.
"Hush or I'll get the paddle, too," I warned her and she whimpered.
Sookie had earned her one and only paddling by snooping in my desk. Just five swats with it told her it was no joke and she never wanted to see it again. Frankly, I didn't want to get to a point where we had to start discussing safe words and all of that. Pain wasn't what got her off, and the idea of really hurting her did nothing for me. Sookie trusted me to stop before a safe word was necessary.
With her panties down to her knees, phase two of her punishment began. The spanking was faster and more intense. She began to fight my hold but relaxed as soon as my fingers moved to her pussy. She was fucking drenched. I slid two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out a few times before pulling them out and resuming her spanking.
When her ass was nice and red, I decided she'd had enough. By then she was breathing heavily and fighting tears. The tears weren't about the pain but about the embarrassment. Not just because she'd been spanked but because she'd forced me to do it by being a brat and breaking our rules. I also knew from previous experience that she was probably very close to an orgasm and I'd stopped short of letting her have it.
"It's all over now," I pulled her up and held her until she calmed down. "You did very well, lover. I'm proud of you."
She smiled at me and knowing the punishment was over, she put her hand on my cock. I was beyond fucking hard. The best part of all this was always phase three because it was the culmination of the little game we were playing with one another.
She kissed me softly, stroking me over my jeans, and asked, "Will you fuck me now? I really, really need to cum."
I couldn't agree more. I shifted her in my lap, glad her panties were still around her knees. She sat with her back against my chest, rubbing her very warm ass against my crotch. My hand went under her skirt and my fingers went directly to her drenched center. I rubbed her clit for a few seconds before moving my fingers farther down to slide them inside her. She tilted her head to the side and I kissed the column of her neck while working my fingers in and out of her. Over and over I pumped them into her, my thumb rubbing against her clit.
"Eric, please…" she whimpered, her hips moving in time with the thrust of my fingers.
"Please what?" I whispered against her neck.
"Fuck me. I want your cock inside me," she moaned, reaching behind her to try and stroke me again.
I removed my fingers and she whimpered again. I helped her to her feet and then went to make sure the office door was locked. Pam had a tendency to walk in without knocking and as much as Sookie might get off on the idea of fucking in public, that didn't mean she wanted Pam to have a front row seat for it. While I was checking the door Sookie kicked her panties off and removed her other clothing as well, leaving her standing in front of my desk in nothing but her glasses and combat boots.
I often wondered if she had any idea how fucking gorgeous she was. I really didn't think she had a clue. She always looked good but I thought she looked sexiest first thing in the morning, especially after a night of fucking. Her hair was always a hot mess, she wasn't wearing makeup and if she was wearing any clothing at all, it was usually one of my shirts. If we were at my place, she'd put on a pair of my socks as well, since I didn't have carpet anywhere in my apartment. I loved the sleepy smiles and contented sighs that she offered before she was really awake.
I pulled off my own clothes piece by piece with Sookie watching. I moved closer to her and was surprised when she dropped down to her knees. Her eyes met mine and I watched the impish expression on her face as her tongue appeared and licked the underside of my cock from base to tip. I grunted in satisfaction and she did it again before letting her hand in on the job. Rather than letting her thumb collect the pre-cum on the head, she licked it away and moaned. Her tongue swirled around my head and then she sucked me into her hot little mouth.
I kept my eyes on hers, watching as she bobbed her head up and down. The hand that wasn't being used to jerk me off was between her legs, rubbing her clit. Watching Sookie get herself off was always fuckhot. Knowing that pleasuring me got her off made her talents even more enjoyable. It wasn't a whole lot of fun to get a blowjob from someone who didn't really want to do it. Either fucking commit to it or don't do it at all.
As much as I didn't want to stop her, I wanted to give Sookie what she wanted. I gently pulled her away and brought her up from her knees. I expected her to kiss me but instead she offered me her fingers. I growled at her and sucked them into my mouth. Fuck, she tasted good. Always so sweet and warm… mmmm…
"Taste good?" Sookie smiled at me and I released her fingers from my mouth with a pop.
"Delicious," I leaned in and kissed her so she could taste it, too.
She moaned and reached for my cock again but before she could get a rhythm going I broke the kiss and turned her around so she was bent over my desk. Her ass was still red from her spanking and I suspected she would be feeling it for at least a day or two. I could imagine her sitting uncomfortably behind her desk at work, the memory of what we were doing now running through her mind. She would come home from work with soaked panties and pull me into the bedroom to fuck her. I knew this because she'd done it before.
I slid my cock up and down her slit, gathering the moisture there before pushing inside her. She gasped when I filled her. I grabbed her hips and slowly pulled all the way out before pushing back in again, entering her over and over until she was backing up to try and meet me. I pushed her back against the desk and drove into her hard.
"Hold on tight, lover," I warned and began pounding into her.
Sookie grabbed onto whatever she could to hold onto while I drove into her over and over again. It didn't take long for her to cum since she was so close, and the tight squeezing of her pussy nearly pulled me down with her but I wasn't ready yet. Instead I pulled out of her and brought her over to the couch. I sat down and she straddled my lap, sitting down on my cock while I took one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked, nibbled and tugged on it while Sookie moved on top of me.
My hands held her hips, guiding her up and down and the way she swiveled her hips on the down stroke made my eyes roll a little. She leaned back, bracing her hands on my thighs. The change in angles meant I would be rubbing up against the spot inside of her that made her scream, and when she came again, I went with her.
Sookie slumped against me, her head landing on my shoulder; her lips sucking lightly at my neck. We were both a mess, both figuratively and literally. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and calming down I reached over to the box of Kleenex I kept on the table beside the couch.
"I got it," Sookie took the tissues from me and started to clean herself up a little. When she climbed off my lap and fell on the couch she hissed. "My ass hurts," she pouted.
I smirked, flipped her over and kissed her bright red cheeks. "Better?"
She laughed quietly and then rolled onto her back again. "The leather actually feels good."
Of course it did; it was cold. Unfortunately I couldn't stay in my office with her forever. I had to get up, get dressed and back out on the floor. Sookie followed me up off the couch and got dressed when I did. We walked out of my office together, hand in hand, and went over to the bar. She winced when she sat on one of the bar stools and I went around back to get her a drink.
"So have I ever told you about the annual camping trip I go on with a group of my friends?" Sookie asked after I handed her what she called a Drunk Shirley Temple. It was the usual Shirley Temple but with a shot of vodka in it.
"No, you haven't," I smiled at her and walked around the bar to sit down next to her.
"Well, it's coming up Memorial Day weekend. I was wondering if you'd be able to take the weekend off and come with us this year," Sookie suggested and took a drink.
I thought about it for a minute and tried to remember what we had on the books. I knew we had a band scheduled for that weekend but Pam could handle it just fine on her own. If I took Memorial Day she'd get the fourth of July off. I could deal with that.
"I'll work something out with Pam," I promised her and she smiled at me.
"Ever gone camping before?" Sookie shifted uncomfortably on the stool.
"Not since I was about twelve," I recalled what a disastrous trip that had been. "It rained pretty much the whole time and there was a hole in the bottom of the tent."
"Oh no!" Sookie laughed and took another drink. "Well, I promise this time will be better. You're hanging with the pros now."
On my way out of Shakespeare's Sister, I got one last smack on the ass and a promise from Eric he would be home as soon as possible. I had a key to his place just like he had a key to mine. I headed for his apartment since it was closer, and waved at the guy behind the desk in the lobby when I got there. I had a few changes of clothes hanging in his closet and while I rode up on the elevator I started to wonder if maybe it was time to revisit the idea of living together.
I hadn't slept alone in three weeks and the last time I did, I didn't sleep well. I let myself into Eric's apartment and headed for the bathroom. While the water warmed for my shower I got undressed and started the iPod playing in the living room. The speakers being wired around the apartment was a brilliant move on his part. That way I didn't have to crank up the volume to hear the music while I was in the bathroom. I knew the walls were thick but since it was after midnight I figured the neighbors probably didn't want to hear Florence & the Machine.
I checked my ass in the mirror and lightly ran my fingers over the cherry red splotches on my cheeks. I smiled at them and closed my eyes, remembering how it all made me feel. There was that initial moment of dread, wondering how far Eric would take it. I trusted him not to go too far but there was still that little voice in my head that wondered.
The whole thing caused a little controversy inside me. I got off on him taking control like he did back at the bar. It was sexy as all hell to me. But there was still that part of me that wondered why I got off on it like I did. I did some research on it and while I had no desire to go as far as some people did with the intricate bondage, wearing collars and all that stuff, I didn't mind it when Eric called me out on being a brat.
By calling me out, he was reining me back in when I started to get out of control. It was hard to explain, which was part of the reason why I felt so conflicted sometimes. To people who didn't walk the same fine line I did, they didn't understand the difference between abuse and what we were doing. I didn't feel abused at all by what Eric did. I encouraged it. Hell, I knew for a fact it wouldn't be happening at all of I didn't bring it up. Eric had been reluctant to do it in the beginning, being one of those people who didn't quite grasp the differences but now that he understood what it was about, I knew he got as much out of it as I did.
There was satisfaction in the trust we shared with one another, and while it might seem that Eric was the boss and he was the one in control, that wasn't really the case at all. I called the shots. If I got uncomfortable with what he was doing, it all stopped without question. He loved me above all else and that was what mattered. If I told him I changed my mind and wanted to do away with all the kink in our relationship, I knew he wouldn't have a problem with that.
Maybe someday if I wasn't getting the same pleasure out of it that I was now, I might tell him I'd had enough. Until that day came, however, I was going to enjoy every moment of it that I could. I stepped into the shower and whimpered when the hot water hit my already very warm backside. I would be feeling the after effects of that spanking for at least two days, which was exactly what I'd wanted when I started pitching my little fit.
I wanted the reminder to carry with me of all the things he could do to my body to make me feel good. Maybe it was twisted, but it worked for me. I washed up and wrapped myself in a towel when I got out of the shower. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to take to bed with me. I didn't bother with a nightgown. More often than not I slept naked. Not only was sleeping naked fun but it was also a time saver for those morning romps before we forced ourselves out of bed to start our day.
I was curled on my side when Eric came home. I wasn't quite asleep yet and appreciated how quietly he moved around the apartment so as not to wake me up. When he slid into bed behind me, I turned over so we were face to face. His hand came up and brushed some of my damp hair back behind my ear before leaning in to kiss me softly.
"How was the rest of your night?" I asked him.
"Boring," he pulled me closer to him. "How about you?"
"Same," I shrugged as well as I could for the position I was in.
"How's your ass?" he smiled against my forehead and I felt his hand move down to touch the part in question.
"Sore," I smiled against his skin. "Thank you."
"I love you, Sookie," he whispered and lightly trailed his fingers over my heated skin.
"I love you too," I snuggled against him.
The next morning I woke with Eric's fingers between my legs and his lips trailing down my spine. I smiled against the mattress and stayed absolutely still while he kissed the sore spots on my backside. He shifted my legs a little so his fingers could slide inside me. I vaguely recalled a pretty racy dream in which Eric had dragged me into a dark alley while we were walking down the street together on a sunny afternoon. He pushed me up against the wall, moved my panties out the way and since it was a dream, I was magically ready for him to fuck me, which he did very thoroughly with his hand over my mouth to keep passersby from stopping to make sure I was okay.
"You're very wet for me, Sookie," he bit gently on my thigh.
"How'd you know I was awake?" I giggled. I hadn't even moved except to smile.
"Your breathing," he said and removed his fingers only to use his tongue in their place.
"Mmmm…" I moaned and opened my legs a little wider for him.
My mind reeled back to the night I told him I loved him. He'd tackled me onto his couch and went down on me for an hour. I came so many times that night I was sure I was going to pass out by the time we called it quits. I don't know where I found the energy to keep up with him sometimes but I did. He liked to say that I was the one who forced him to keep up but I don't think that's the case at all. Then again, I didn't require the same sort of recovery time he did between rounds and he took advantage of that every chance he got.
"What did you dream of to make you so wet, lover?" he asked and used his fingers again.
I groaned when he stroked against my g-spot. My brain scrambled a little but I found the words to tell him about my dream. He growled his appreciation for my overactive subconscious.
"Sounds like there's something we need to try sometime," he said before biting me again gently.
It wouldn't be the first time we had sex in public, obviously, but we'd only done it once in a place where we were in danger of being caught. His office was technically a public place but not like the library was. Yes, we fucked in the library. I'd gone in there to check out some books about business expansion and whatnot for work since we were talking about possibly opening another store. I wanted to know just what I was getting myself into. I'd talked to several other business owners in the area who had experience with it to get their perspective on the dos and don'ts of expansion.
Eric, being the big perv he was sometimes, split off from me and found his way to books about tantric sex and the Kama Sutra. He found me where he'd left me and dragged me off to the section of books with large text. As far as we knew, we were the only people on the second floor of the library. After pointing out which positions he wanted to try, he got me up against the shelves and… well, let's just say we finished right before one of the librarians came back to shelve some books. She'd looked at us suspiciously but since there was no evidence we'd done anything other than browse for books, there was nothing for her to say.
"The library wasn't enough?" I asked and Eric hovered over my back.
"Never," he moved so he was straddling my right leg, his erection pressed against my opening. He grabbed a handful of my hair and I lifted up onto my elbows. "You know how much I love fucking this tight pussy of yours."
I moaned and looked over my shoulder at him, lifting my hips off the bed a little. He teased me with the head of his cock, rubbing against my clit until my hips started moving in rhythm with the teasing. He kissed me deeply and slid inside me slowly. I broke the kiss to suck air into my lungs.
"Ungh… you're so fucking big, baby," I moaned and grabbed the sheets.
He moved slowly, lazily thrusting in and out of me, taking his time to let the pleasure build. He kissed my shoulders, neck and back, tugging on my hair with one hand and teasing my nipple with the other. When he pulled out he turned me over and pushed my knees up against my chest. He plowed into me, bracing his wait on his hands.
"Fuck…" I moaned, my head rolling to the side. "You're so deep, Eric…"
And he was. Jesus Christ he was deep inside me. Fucking amazing. My legs were up over his shoulders and as much as I wanted to reach down and grab his ass, my arms just weren't long enough to do it with my legs up like they were. He continued to pound into me, taking me close to the edge and then backing down.
"You're such a tease," I pulled his face to mine and kissed him.
"You haven't asked me if you can cum yet," he tugged my bottom lip between his teeth.
Oh, so it was going to be one of those mornings. The way Eric liked to play, we could be in bed all day long before he finally gave in and let me cum. If I wouldn't have been punished the night before I would just go ahead and cum anyway but I didn't think I could handle another spanking just then.
"What if I cum without asking?" I asked him.
"You know the penalty," he rubbed his public bone against my clit and I whimpered.
"Cheater," I said and then figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander and squeezed my pussy around him.
"Fuck!" he shouted and suddenly pulled out of me.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked suddenly worried maybe I had. I'd squeezed him like that before but he'd never shouted that way.
"You're going to wish you had," the look in his eyes was dangerous and if it was possible, it made me even wetter. "Get on your knees, Sookie."
I did as I was told and didn't fight him when he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I expected him to turn me around and fuck me from behind but instead he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down toward his cock. I opened my mouth immediately and grabbed onto his hips while his cock slipped between my lips. I wasn't expecting him to fuck my mouth but he did. He didn't push too far since the sound of me gagging did nothing to turn him on. He did, however, reach over (God bless the height difference between us) and slide two of his fingers into my pussy.
I moaned around his cock, and released him briefly when he removed his fingers from my pussy only to gently push one into my ass. We'd experimented with anal a few times but it wasn't my favorite thing. I would get a craving, for lack of a better term, sometimes but that was usually the only time we did it. It had been a while since we'd had anal sex though.
"No fucking me in the ass," I told him in my serious voice.
"Don't worry, lover," he smiled down at me. "I'm just playing with you."
He better be or I was going to bite his balls.
When he got close to cumming he pulled away, leaving me panting and waiting to see what was next. Eric was famous for getting my lightheaded and off my balance before pouncing on me. I loved that about him. He pushed me onto my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed by the back of my knees. With my feet planted and my hips lifted off the mattress, my legs were spread open for him. He entered me again, holding my hips up so just my shoulders and head were on the bed.
He pounded into me fast and hard, leaning over to grab my breasts while he fucked me. If I thought he was deep before, this was nothing. The base of his cock was rubbing against my clit and just to make sure I was really going crazy, he started swiveling his hips a little with each thrust.
"Fuck, Eric, I'm going to cum," I warned him. I didn't care if he gave me permission.
"Not yet you aren't," he slowed down his thrusts just a little.
"Please," I whimpered, rolling my hips. "I need it."
I did. I really, really did.
He grabbed my hips again and resumed the pounding he was doing before. With my head tilted back like it was I only felt more lightheaded before. I could feel my orgasm starting in my toes. There was no shutting it off. He had pushed me too far.
"Cum with me, Sookie," he growled, his thumb brushing against my clit.
"Fuck! Eric!" I screamed and let go.
I came so hard I saw stars. My body shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through me. I felt Eric swell inside me and then cum just as hard as I did. He fell forward but caught himself on his hands before falling on top of me. My legs dropped and he slipped out of me. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest; it was going so fast and hard in my ribcage.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you cum," Eric whispered against my lips, his eyes a little starry and then he kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. It was a slightly awkward position for him but rolling over took care of that. With his feet on the floor I straddled his waist. He wrapped his arms around me and smoothed my hair against my back.
"I can't feel my legs," I moaned against his neck and he laughed underneath me.
"So I guess a shower is out of the question right now, huh?" he kissed my head.
"Only if you're going to hold me up," I smiled lazily against his skin.
"Then who's going to hold me up?" he joked. Clearly his brain was as mushy as mine was.
"How about we just stay here for a while? I like it here," I snuggled against him.
"Yeah, me, too," he squeezed me a little tighter against him.
A few minutes later, we were both asleep.
So there we have it. Who would have thought with the way these two began that they would be together in a committed relationship more than a year later? This was a fun story to write for several reasons. This Sookie was different from the others I've written and I can appreciate the exploring these two did with their emotions, as well as the sexual stuff. I'm in no way an expert on BDSM relationships but I like toying with the idea a little. There's a right way to write those relationships and a wrong way to do it. Hopefully I did it the correct way. I'm sure Lubadub would have bitch slapped me by now if I was on the wrong track. The great Lemon Queen is a fantastical resource in this department. Thanks to everyone who took the time to review this story. I appreciate all of your kind words and criticism equally. If you're in need of fresh panties, there's a pile over there. *points to the left*