Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(21)

“Lie to me and I’ll use this belt for more than just holding my pants up.” Bingo. Like an idiot I bit my lip to suppress my smile, and of course, Luke read between the lines. His head turned slightly to the side as an amused expression claimed his face.

“You like that don’t you?” Again, I shook my head a little too hard giving myself away.

“I think you do. I think you would like nothing better than for me to bend your sweet little ass over this couch and spank you with my belt.”

Fuck. Me. I stared at him, my mouth partially open, my breathing loud and irregular and my pants had a wet spot between my legs. Luke leaned up, so that his elbows were on his knees and brought his face close to mine.

“I don’t give out spankings as rewards, babe. I give them out as punishments, and you won’t ask for them.”

I swallowed hard. At this point, I would have punched him in the nose for a punishment.

“Let’s practice you being a good ol’ lady. If you do good, I’ll let you come. If you don’t, I’ll spank you and make sure you don’t come for a week.” Yeah, that was highly unlikely. I was almost certain that as soon as he put that belt to my ass, I would flood the bed or couch or wherever in the hell we were.

“We will try the first thing I mentioned. Keeping your mouth shut. You can’t say anything. Not a moan or a whimper or a word. Understood?” I nodded my head. Shit, this was gonna be fun. To obey or not to obey? Definitely not obeying.

“Here is the catch, Dallas. Before that mind of yours starts wondering what you are going to do to disobey me, remember that if you choose to accept this as a form of punishment that is exactly what it is going to be. No sex. No kissing. No cuddling. No orgasm. Just a whole lot of crying and discomfort.” Well, shit. That didn’t sound very fun. I just stared at him. What in the hell could you say to that? He took this spanking shit seriously. He leaned back and removed his belt, that was no longer that appealing to me, and unzipped his jeans. I was still on my knees in front of him, my hands at his waist, when his cell phone rang.

“Fuck,” Luke muttered rolling his eyes. “Yeah,” he snapped into the phone. “What?!” He was on his feet and I was out of his way. Luke was pissed. “I’m on my way.” Luke snapped his phone shut and I was on my feet walking to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking it must be pretty bad since he was pacing the floor and running his hand over his head like a mad man.

“FUCK!” he screamed at the ceiling, causing me to jump. “Stay inside. I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t go anywhere.” I wanted to ask where he was going, but he kissed me. A sweet kiss. The kind he gave me that made me feel cherished and loved. I was still slightly swaying, when he got in the car and left.





Chapter 3





Dallas





I had too much energy. The excitement of the day along with my interrupted sexual encounter with Luke, had my adrenaline pumping. Also, the longer I sat still, the more I worried about Luke. I popped in a thirty minute workout DVD and decided to see if that would calm me down a little. Thirty minutes later, I was hot, sweaty and still full of energy. I looked out at the reflection of the moon glistening on top of the water in the pool. What the hell? This might be my last chance to use it this year. My house is far enough out of the way, and secluded enough by trees that no one could see me unless they walked down my driveway. That was highly unlikely, so I stripped and dove in. The water felt like satin, gliding over my body. I swam laps until my adrenaline wore off, then climbed out and ran inside, searching for a towel and clothes. For some reason, I wasn’t scared. Maybe it was because I knew they had Frankie and he couldn’t get to me. I wasn’t sure, but it was nice to be in my home, after dark and not freak out every time I saw my shadow.

I pulled on a cotton robe, put my hair in a towel, and then started to text Luke to see where he was. Five missed calls? When had he called me? I immediately dialed his number and he answered on the first ring.

“Dallas?” he sounded upset.

“Yeah, baby. Sorry I didn’t hear my phone ring.” He put his hand over the speaker and I heard some mumbling in the back ground.

“What do you mean you didn’t hear your phone ring?” he asked me, clearly not upset. Just extremely fucking pissed. Uh-oh.

“I’m sorry Luke, damn. I was swimming.”

“Swimming?” he asked, in that way that you could tell he was hoping he heard me wrong.

“Yeah. Swimming. I did a work-out DVD and got hot so I decided to take a swim.” What the fuck was his problem?