Rescue Me, it’s a free Friday Monday!


I hope everyone had a very happy Monday! Here is my free Friday three days late but it’s a new one! Happy Reading! Don’t forget to check out my new release, Rewriting the Rules! ~Mo

Rescue Me

She stared at the couple sitting across the room…the differential way he had his hand in the small of her back as he seated her…the way he took her hand as he seated himself opposite her…as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from her even the width of the table.

Once he’d done those things for her…made her feel special…encouraged her to divulge her darkest desires…secret things she’d never told anyone out loud.

Then he’d dumped her…ridiculed her…leaving her alone…leaving her empty.

She stiffened her spine…she would not cry…thank goodness her friend Louise had left already. There was no one else to witness this final humiliation. “Please let me get the bill and get out before he sees me,” she whispered quietly to herself.

“Little Kendra,” he was in front of her. Sneering pityingly down at her, “Imagine running in to you here of all places. Found anyone yet willing to beat the crap out of you?”

Kendra felt twin flags of color bloom on her cheeks, mortified by his words. How had she ever thought she loved this person? “I’m not looking for someone to do that.”

“Give up on all your sick fantasies?” Justin asked, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“Of course she didn’t,” a deeper voice spoke from directly behind her as a large warm hand rested reassuringly on her back. “Sorry it took me so long darling.”

She blinked up at the large well built man leaning down and kissing her cheek before sitting down next to her, “I…it’s okay.”

Dimples appeared on either side of his rakish grin, “It’s never okay to leave a beautiful woman alone love…it can lead to a pest problem.” He said as he looked her ex up and down with distaste. “Who is this?”

Kendra looked up and found her gaze caught in his deep green eyes, suddenly she forgot why she was uncomfortable, “No one important.”

“Did Kenny tell you she wants to be spanked?” Justin asked loudly.

She gasped; she’d never done anything to deserve this treatment but before she could respond that same big hand patted her thigh reassuringly, then pressed firmly as if signaling to hold her peace.

“We have no secrets between us,” he savior said calmly.

“Yet she never told you about me,” her ex said with another sneer.

“Why would she tell me about an insignificant boy who was unable to meet her needs?” Kendra lost a little bit of her heart in that moment.
“Boy?” Justin spluttered incredulously.

“Only a boy plays the cruel games you’ve been engaging in, a man would never behave in such a way towards a lady.” The man stood over Justin and turned back to her dismissing him.

“She wants you to spank her…” Justin said, trying again to embarrass her.

“I may well do it too…Shame on you young lady for ever shedding a tear over this puppy. Shall we go?” he asked as he helped her up from the table.

“I…the check…” Kendra started nervously.

“Is already taken care of,” he lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes once more and immediately finding herself lost. “It’s time to go home.”

“Yes Sir,” the words felt natural as she allowed him to lead her from the restaurant and Justin’s obnoxious behavior.

She started and found herself ensconced in a luxurious car alone with her handsome rescuer. “I don’t think…”

He grinned, “Trent Hyde, you’re perfectly safe, though if you ever accept a ride from a stranger again I will paddle your ass.”

Kendra blushed, delightful butterflies fluttering in her belly as a warm heat crept between her thighs. “I…umm…”

Trent laughed, “Speechless are you? So I’m guessing you shared your need for discipline with the little boy back there and he didn’t know how to give you what you need so he ran away instead.”

“I was just too much of a freak for him,” she said quietly.

“You are not a freak,” he said firmly. “We all have different needs and totally different turn-ons sexually. You just need a man whose needs dovetail nicely with your own.”

Kendra sighed deeply, “Easier said than done. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to bring up with someone you’re dating.”

“True enough, unless you date someone you know is open to the idea to begin with.” Trent told her.

She grinned and raised an eyebrow at him, “Like you perhaps?”

“Not exactly,” he said.
Kendra was horrified she’d assumed he was a fellow spanko, flushing deeply. “I’m sorry…I just assumed…could you let me out at the next corner please?”

“There is no need to be embarrassed Kendra and no I won’t let you out. I do spank my partners but there is a little more to me than spanking.” Trent explained.

“What do you mean?” she asked, willing to talk with him again now that he said he did spank.

“Do you know what a dominant is?” he asked her.

Heat pooled once more between her thighs, “Like Fifty Shades of Grey.”

Trent gave a longsuffering sigh, “It is a bit of a simplistic way to look at it but I suppose except let me assure you I don’t suffer from any misguided guilt regarding my sexual preferences. I will spank you…I will tie you up…I will deny your orgasm or force you to come over and over again for my pleasure and your own…I will spank you for fun and for discipline and I will suffer no pains of remorse for any of it. Is that something you feel you can handle?”

Kendra was so wet she was afraid she might leave a stain on the seat, “Yes please.”

He drove them straight to his apartment building without another word, helping her out of the car and leading her to the elevator. “You will need a safe word; chose a word you wouldn’t normally say.”

She shivered as she thought of the delicious things that might start happening in the next few minutes. “Xylophone.”

The elevator doors opened and he held out a hand to her, taking a deep breath she placed her hand in his and followed him down the hall to his apartment. Trent opened the door then turned to study her, “Tonight I am going to take it easy on you as I don’t believe you’ve played this game before…if you find this isn’t to your liking simply say your safe word and I will take you home but I am hoping this little experiment will open a whole new world for you; one that you would like to explore with me.”

Kendra stood looking up at him with a soft smile, “I do want to explore.”

Trent grinned and pulled her inside closing the door behind them, “For the rest of our time together you will call me sir. I expect you to answer questions truthfully and respectfully. You also need to understand that I control your pleasure…your pleasure and your pain. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” she said softly, shivering at the dominance in his voice.

“Yes what?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes Sir,” Kendra said obediently.

“Very good don’t forget again. Strip,” Trent said firmly.

She blinked, staring at him nervously, “I…ummm…what?”

He grinned, “You heard me young lady. That’s ten for not responding appropriately.”

“Huh?” Kendra asked as shock and desire warred within her.

“Twenty. Either safe word or obey.” Trent said sternly, any trace of humor leaving his expression.

“Yes Sir,” she said as she began to unbutton her skirt and then let it drop to the floor before pulling her silky top over her head and leaving it in a heap with the skirt. Kendra felt the flush filling her face as she unhooked her bra adding it to the pile before hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties and then lowering them with a deep breath. The crotch of her panties was so wet it left a bit of a trail down the inside of her leg as she removed them, with another flush of heat she tucked them beneath her shirt to hide the evidence of her arousal.

Standing up straight once more Kendra studied the floor, hoping he wouldn’t find her naked form wanting.

A low growl came from Trent as she felt him walking around her to study her nude form, “Beautiful,” he said as one long finger came to glide down her spine and over the curve of one full buttock.

Kendra couldn’t contain her shudder as his finger traced her full curves; he moved to stand in front of her that same finger sliding across the tip of her nipple then up her throat to lift her chin so she was meeting his interested gaze.

“I paid you a compliment. What is the appropriate response?” he asked with a raised brow.

She shivered at the look of heat in his eyes, “Thank you Sir.”

Taking her hand once more Trent led her to the couch where he sat down and pulled her down over his thighs. “You have a punishment coming young lady. Thirty swats.”

Kendra lifted her head to look over her shoulder in alarm, “I thought it was twenty.”

“It was…twenty for punishment and another ten because it will please me to turn your pretty ass a nice shade of red.” He told her.

She sighed and relaxed over his lap as his hand rubbed circles over her bottom, it felt so good when he removed his hand Kendra almost whimpered at the loss. It fell on the under curve of her bottom in a swift slap that brought a gasp from her lips. He delivered a matching swat to the other side working his way back and forth until she was writhing over his lap.

“Ten,” he said softly before pulling her body in closer to his then his hand fell once more much harder this time. He delivered five swats in a row to the exact same spot, tears forming by the time the fifth swat fell and then he moved to the other side. “Twenty.” Trent told her as his hand rubbed over the heated flesh of her ass.

“Thank you sir for correcting me,” Kendra surprised them both by saying.

“Good girl, these last ten are for me because I want to push you a little. They will hurt,” he warned her before he began applying his hand even harder than before. This time he counted out each swat. By the time he called out the tenth Kendra was collapsed over his knees crying softly.

Her bottom was on fire but even worse was the insistent throb of her clit and the wetness announcing how very much she’d enjoyed the spanking even though she was crying.

“Open your legs,” he commanded in a dark rich hypnotic voice she felt herself almost compelled to obey.

Kendra moved her thighs apart then moaned loudly when his fingers slipped into her wet heat stroking softly along her slit. He ran a finger from her anus back up between her lips until he was circling her clit slowly.

Mewling cries of pleasure began to slip from her as he continued to tease her, when two fingers slid inside her Kendra bucked her hips to take them deeper as his thumb continued to rub her swollen clit.

The combination of her hot sore bottom and his fingers inside her…on her was more than she could bear, “Please Sir…ohh…please!”

“Come for me now Kendra,” he commanded and she catapulted over the edge into ecstasy with a scream of pleasure as he needy body locked down on his fingers and milked them greedily.

Trent continued to slam his fingers in and out of her even when she tried to shift away, his thumb on her overly sensitive clit suddenly too much, she jerked when his other hand slapped down on her sore bottom six times in a row.

“You will take what I give you,” he said firmly as he continued to overwhelm her with his touch.

“I can’t!” Kendra cried.

This time ten slaps landed right in quick succession driving her arousal impossibly higher, “Who did I tell you was in charge of your pleasure and your pain?”

“You are sir!” she cried, her voice hoarse with arousal.

“That’s right I am and you will come for me again now,” Trent ordered her with another ten slaps to her bottom while he stroked a spot high inside that seemed to magnify her pleasure. Every swat driving his finger against that spot and grind her clit against his thumb until with a scream of surrender she let go and came in an explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.

He continued to work her tender slit as if to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from her spent body until she lay shuddering in the aftermath over his lap unable to do anything but recover.

Then Trent turned her in his arms, cuddling her close as she came down from the orgasms whispering what a good girl she was in her ear.

Finally, able to breathe normally again Kendra sat up, looking up at him in question, “Don’t you need to…?”

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose before shaking his head, “Tonight was about you learning what you need and accepting my responsibility to give it to you.”

“But…,” she frowned but he covered her lips with his fingers to shush her.

“Your pleasure was all the reward I needed tonight.” Trent assured her.

Kendra frowned dubiously, “If you’re sure.”

“Kendra, who is in charge of your pain and pleasure?” he asked.

“You are sir,” was her immediate answer. It pleased him to see that she didn’t hesitate at all anymore.

“Good girl, now get dressed and I will take you home,” Trent instructed.

Kendra reluctantly rose from his arms and went to do as he’s bid her. She’d told him earlier she’d taken the bus to the restaurant so she wouldn’t’ have to worry about driving after having wine. A decision he’d applauded her for.

As she dressed Kendra realized she was completely exhausted…the spanking and the intense orgasms that followed it had wrung every last bit of energy from her form. She also felt lighter and more relaxed that she could ever remember feeling, like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.

Trent drove her home and then walked her to her door, “Would you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to,” she said with a slight blush.

He laughed, “Yes we’ve gone about things a bit backwards but at least we know we are one hundred percent compatible.”

Kendra laughed, “Without a doubt Sir.”

 

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Excerpt:

“Come here, Aurora,” Donovan said firmly as he continued to follow her every step, effectively herding her toward a corner and barring further retreat.

“I will not! Do I have the word stupid stamped on my forehead?” she asked smartly, as she realized there was nowhere to go. She straightened her spine and glared up at him, pointing her finger at him. “Back off, Mr. Tate!”

“You’d be disappointed if I backed off, little girl,” he told her with a knowing grin that enraged her.

“You’re seriously deluded!” Aurora said scathingly.

Donovan smirked. “You want to feel my hand on your ass so badly your body is quivering. In fact I’d bet money you are dripping wet, your body aching for my dominance.”

She gasped, shocked by his words, but worse was the little pulse beating in her panties as slick heat surrounded her clit giving truth to his words. Angry tears threatened to fall and she moved to slap him again.

“Temper, temper,” he said before catching her firmly by the arm as she made to swing again and let her own forward motion and the slight tug on her arm send her tumbling over his lap as he sat on her sofa.

She started, finding herself over his lap and glanced over her shoulder with alarm. “You can’t spank me!”

Donovan clamped an arm over the small of her back and jerked her sleep pants to her knees, baring a lily white bottom. “Oh, but I can, love, and if you ask me this is long overdue.”

Aurora immediately began bucking over his knee, screaming over her shoulder at him, “You bastard! Let me go right now! You have no right to do this to me!”

She continued to kick and yell at him, knowing this had to stop, she’d worked so hard not to crave this feeling… Aurora had to fight the need to submit to his dominance; that secret part of her she’d thought buried ached so badly it almost made her want to relax her body and take everything he gave her.

In a panic she screamed at him and called him everything but legitimate in a violent effort to suppress her need.

When he ignored her and began methodically slapping his hand down hard on her exposed backside, she shrieked in outrage.

“Aurora, you’ve been allowed to hole up in this house living some sort of half-life for far too long. Someone should have taken you and this situation in hand long ago, but since they didn’t, I guess it falls to me,” he told her matter-of-factly.

His hand continued to fall, so hard and fast she couldn’t keep track of the number of swats. Every swat left her ass feeling like she’d disturbed a nest of angry bees. Aurora began to buck, not to scream at him but in genuine effort to avoid the next swat.

No matter which way she rocked her poor bottom his hand still unerringly found its target, leaving her gasping in dismay as the heat in her seat continued to build. Her movements became more and more jerky as the spanking continued, her will to resist beginning to crumble under his onslaught.

“Are you beginning to see reason?” Donovan asked her as he continued to slap his hard palm down in no discernible rhythm.

“I’m beginning to see that you are the biggest dickwad in the free world!” she yelled in a last-ditch effort to hang onto her anger.

“Not quite ready I see,” he said and to her dismay his hand began to fall even harder, concentrating the smacks in one spot several times in a row before shifting to another spot to give it the same attention.

Aurora howled in outrage at the unfairness of the situation.

Soon her bottom was on fire and her shrieks of outrage changed to cries of pain and her insults to pleas… but still his hand continued to fall until with a sob of defeat Aurora collapsed over his lap, submitting to the punishment with soft, heartbroken sobs.

“Are you ready to listen to reason?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly.

Ten swats harder than before landed directly on her sit spots in quick succession, then he rested his hand lightly on her throbbing red bottom. “Are you going to apologize for your rudeness?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been behaving,” Aurora said contritely; her poor ass was on fire and she was ready to say anything to end the spanking.

“Good girl,” he praised her and she frowned at the warmth that filled her chest. She didn’t want to feel warmth or anything else for this man. She was shocked when he stood her in the corner with her pants still around her knees and her red ass on display.

“Oh, hell no!” Aurora snapped as she started to turn around, only to be stopped by a firm grasp on her arm and a series of swats on the under curve of her ass that made her swing her hips in a futile effort to avoid them. Tears of embarrassment coursed down her cheeks as she found herself back in the corner with her nose firmly planted.

“Now while you think about how this meeting could have gotten off to a better start, I’m going to sit down and go over the edits you sent last night at three in the morning. Apparently we need to get you on a better sleep schedule too; that’s entirely too late for you to be up writing,” he said firmly as he sat back down.

Aurora kept her own counsel as she stood in the corner plotting revenge. Donovan might have the upper hand now but sooner or later he’d leave and once he was out of her home he’d never get back in again—even if she had to buy several vicious pit bulls and a killer raptor or at least a bloodthirsty parrot.

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