Duke(72)
“Ethan hugs me sometimes, and he makes me feel tiny when he does. I have a few guy friends I hug, but I don’t think any of them kiss me on the forehead.” Duke didn’t say anything, and Gen finally added, “If something makes me feel uncomfortable, I’ll talk to you.”
“Thank you.” He paused and added, “Also, my duties as president… when someone’s woman gets out of line and disrespects the club, sometimes there’s a vote she has to be spanked in front of the club, as recompense. As president, the spanking falls to me.”
Gen’s eyes boggled and she protested, “You can’t just spank people, Duke!”
“They have to agree to it. Usually, the vote says if they want back on RTMC grounds they have to submit to it. I don’t spank them against their will — they walk in, bare their bottom, and bend over for it.”
“For the record, you give me that kind of ultimatum and I’ll never show up on your precious property again.”
Duke grinned. “I believe you, Beautiful, but I also can’t see you purposefully disrespecting my men, or doing something to intentionally put us in danger.”
“Does everyone get to watch? Or just club members?”
“Everyone. Serves as a deterrent to the other women.”
Gen shook her head, crossed her arms, and looked down. “Okay. You don’t like me having dinner with other men, but I have to as part of my job. This is your job, but I don’t want you spanking them with your hand. Use a paddle or belt or something, so you don’t actually touch them. Also, I don’t want to have to watch.”
* * * *
Gen turned the alarm off before Duke awoke, and stumbled to the shower. She missed morning sex, but had an early meeting over breakfast with a client who’d come to town to view some properties. Duke was sleeping so good, she didn’t want to wake him.
Her day was hectic, with both a business lunch and a business dinner, and it was nearly seven when she texted Duke she was on her way to the clubhouse.
She parked in the lot, not the garage, and wished she’d brought something to change into. Or at least different shoes. Jimmy Choo’s weren’t designed for twelve hour days.
Duke was laughing at a table, a beer in front of him, when she walked in the door. His face grew solemn as he took her in, and he was up and to her in seconds.
Gen let him draw her into his arms, so tired she didn’t care they had an audience. Before Duke, she’d have gone home, drank a glass of wine, and fallen asleep. Now? She’d looked forward to the safe cocoon of his arms the entire drive to the compound.
He stepped back, leaned down, and the next thing she knew, he was carrying her through the clubhouse like a baby.
“Those shoes are sexy as fuck, Beautiful,” he told her as they walked.
She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, saying, “For what they cost, they should be.”
Someone opened the door to let them into the back hallway, and when Duke reached his room he opened the door with one hand and then kicked it shut once they were through.
“I brought your boots and jacket this morning. You still have jeans and some shirts here. If you don’t want me messing up this outfit, I suggest you get out of it as quickly as possible, and figure out how you want me to fuck you. I’m not gonna be particular about your position, but I want the shoes to stay on until I’m done.”
She wouldn’t have believed she could get horny this easily when she pulled into the compound, so tired she only wanted him to hold her, but his words lit a fire between her legs and she held eye contact with him as she slipped out of her suit jacket, hung it on the doorknob, and began unbuttoning her silk blouse.
He wasn’t taking his clothes off, but he didn’t look like he wanted to explain, so she worked the hidden zipper in her flare-legged suit pants, stepped out of them, and draped them over the chair with her blouse.
His patience gone, Duke stepped forward and got rid of her bra as Gen let her panties fall to the floor.
“How do you want it?” he practically growled.
“Pick me up, my legs around you, my back against the wall?” This had to be her favorite position of all, though a padded wall might be nice. She’d have to look at maybe putting up some kind of cork decorative material on a wall of her room. Did they make bleached cork?
Duke unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and had them around his thighs in a handful of seconds. He backed her up to the wall, put both his hands on either side of her head, and his lips met hers in what she expected to be a crushing kiss, but was sweet, slow, and gentle.
She met his tongue with hers and kissed him back. It wasn’t her surviving one of his he-man kisses, she got to participate, was allowed to show him she wanted to be here, wanted to kiss him.