Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(7)

Rod thoroughly enjoyed the way she looked when she blushed like that. It didn’t look at all garish to him, but rather made her skin glow quite becomingly, and that was one of the reasons why he had made the outrageous demand so early on. He wanted to shock her, to knock her off balance. She was always so self-possessed, so confident that he wanted to wrestle her off that pedestal she’d put herself on – untouched and untouchable - and make her confront their agreement blatantly. He’d half expected her to have left long before this point, but was glad to see that she didn’t give her word casually. If anything was a test of that, this was.

He also knew she had absolutely expected to win, so that their roles would be reversed at this moment, and he had been fully willing to follow through with his commitment if it had happened that way. But then he realized that it had been a while since he’d issued his last order, and before she could say or do anything to immediately comply, he had made his way behind her and again began raining down spanks until he saw her hand creep up to hold her own breast.

Once he’d resumed his seat, he chided, “I shouldn’t have to tell you to do every little thing, Sunny. You’re my submissive. You should be trying to do things that you think I’ll like without having to be prompted – or punished.”

Rod thought he saw a flash of tears in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear or unhappiness that had prompted them, but they didn’t seem to linger, for which he was grateful.

As her hands began to rove over her own body, he could see that she was – slowly – overcoming what he hoped were unwelcome tears and sinking into her own desire, allowing it to come to the forefront, almost forgetting that she was being watched. He saw her eyelids flutter closed as those slim fingers plucked at her own blossomed nipples, twisting just slightly with each tug until her breathing became ragged and uneven.

He loved to watch a woman pleasure herself, especially at his command. He learned so much about her that it was almost an unfair advantage – whether or not she could overcome her natural modesty in front of him, how familiar she was with her own body – which gave him a clue as to how often she might do this on her own – as well as, of course, how and where she enjoyed being touched.

Neither of those hands had wandered below the equator yet, so he rose and stood behind her, knocking her legs further apart as he cupped her right hand with his big one and brought it down to that completely bare area between her legs.

He didn’t sit down again, but remained where he was, unable to resist the temptation to touch her, slipping one big hand into her privates from behind, nearly knocking her off balance until he spread the other one on her lower tummy to steady her as those two all too familiar fingers reclaimed the territory they had already conquered earlier, filling her . . . stretching her until she’d accommodated every inch of them.

And it hadn’t been easy, which he’d loved. She’d had to bend forward a bit in what he knew she would consider an obscene position, and he doubted she was even aware of the tiny mewls and groans she issued as he worked those big digits up inside her, but every caught breath, every sigh, every tiny groan got him harder.

For her part, Sunny couldn’t even begin to think. She’d always prided herself on her ability to use logic and reason to make sense of the situations she’d found herself in in life, but this one . . . there was no hope. All she could do was feel – feel his fingers jammed up inside her, feel how her backside was on fire, feel how thoroughly embarrassed she was to be in this position with him, especially. She didn’t consider herself a prude in any fashion, and she didn’t know if it was his proximity or what, but she was completely embarrassed, and, for some odd, disturbing reason, it felt kinda good.

And that was bad - for her peace of mind.

He’d already proven that he wasn’t very patient when it came to being obeyed, so she tried desperately not to think about, well, anything as she closed her eyes and let her fingers rediscover what they’d originally found when she was about sixteen, holding herself open slightly with her other hand, then trying to reach a bit further down to gather some moisture, only to encounter the source of the ache that was coursing through her body: his fingers.

Sunny withdrew her hand as if it had been scalded, and Rod immediately dabbed a bit of some kind of lotion on the tips of her fingers, silently urging her to put her hand back where it had been.

It surprised her that she was able to slip right back into that mindless territory that let her almost forget he was there watching her, behind her and within her, in large part because of just how far she’d already gone down that road. She was startled to realize that it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes, really, for her to take off, and that was exactly what she aimed to do.