Savannah sighed as she watched Mike Munroe walk across the workout room. He was so very beautiful every woman in the vicinity stopped whatever they were doing to watch is progress.
She’d adored him since she was ten years old, but to him Savannah would always be his best friends little sister. She wasn’t even sure he was aware she’d reached adulthood several years before.
“Hey Savannah,” she blinked and turned away from Mike to look at the new yoga instructor. Jamie was cute in a boy next door kind of way but he didn’t really do anything for her.
“Hi Jamie,” Savannah said quietly. “How are you settling in with your classes?”
“Great. I was wondering if you’d like to get a bite to eat after work tonight.” Jamie asked with a winsome grin.
She started to say no but then shook her head, Mike was never going to see her as a potential mate and she needed to focus on the man that actually wanted to spend time with her. “Sure.”
“Awesome,” he said with a grin. “See you at the front door at eight?”
Savannah smiled, something inside her relaxing. This was a good decision. “Absolutely.”
She’d worked at Mike’s club since she graduated from High School while she took college classes to get her degree in marketing. When she graduated Mike had made her the Marketing Director over all three of his Fitness Clubs giving her the experience she needed to move forward in her field.
As she closed down her office that evening it occurred to Savannah that it was past time for her to move on, she’d stayed with Mike for years hoping against hope that he’d see her as more than his best friend’s little sister but he never would and she knew it.
“Headed home Savi?” Mike suddenly asked from right behind her.
Savannah jumped then turned to face him, “Hi Mike. No actually I have a date.”
He frowned, “A date.”
“Yes it usually begins with dinner and ends with a kiss or a little something more,” she said with a grin.
“I don’t think so young lady,” Mike said sternly.
Savannah blinked, “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me,” he said with a glare.
“You do realize I’m twenty-six years old right? Hardly young lady material and well past the age of consent.” She said tartly.
Savannah glowered back.
“Absolutely not!” Mike said with a decisive nod.
She was outraged, “I didn’t ask your permission Michael Monroe!”
“You aren’t going,” then he turned away as if that was the end of the subject.
Savannah saw red, “Watch my dust buster brown! I will eat with, kiss and do whoever the hell I choose! In fact I may just do the entire Eastern Sea Board!” Then she turned and headed down the hallway to find Jamie. She might do him against the wall the minute she saw him.
She only got about three steps before Mike grabbed her from behind turned her around and tossed her over his shoulder. Savannah gapped down at his broad, muscular back and slapped her hands against it hard. “You put me down you big oaf!”
“Savannah. Oh…I…well I guess dinner is off,” Jamie said staring at the two of them with a wry smile.
“Damn skippy Junior!” Mike said.
“It is darn well not off!” Savannah shouted from her place over Mike’s shoulder. In response Mike’s large hand slapped down on her up turned ass.
“Owww! You ass!” Four more well placed slaps made her yelp.
“Yeah…ummm…see you guys tomorrow,” Jamie said before he practically ran down the hall.
“Well I hope you’re happy!” she said crossing her arms as she hung over his back fuming.
Mike turned and began to stride down the hall with purposeful steps, “I can guarantee my happiness in about two minutes.”
Savannah frowned at his back as he carried her towards his office, “What happens in two minutes?”
“In approximately two minutes I will have you bare assed and over my lap,” he said succinctly.
“I beg your pardon?” her shrill voice echoed down the empty hallway as Mike carted her into his office and shut the door before setting her to stand in front of him where she placed her hands on her hips and glared up at him.
“You heard me Tinkerbelle,” Mike said catching her by the hand and pulling her behind him.
Mike hadn’t called her Tinkerbelle in years, once upon a time it had warmed her heart and given her hope when he used the special name he had just for her. Now it just pissed her off, how dare he pull this shit just when she’d given up on him! “Don’t you dare call me that!”
He didn’t answer as he sat down jerked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties to her knees before tossing her struggling form over his lap. “Wait! You can’t do this!”
“Hide and watch little girl!” Mike said as his broad palm slapped down several times in a row on her wriggling bottom.
“Oowwww! Mike! Mike stop!” she yelped as his hand continued to bounce on her bottom like he was playing a new form of bongo.
“I will stop when I am finished and not a second before Tinkerbelle. You are my woman and you will not date other men.” He punctuated his words with several particularly hard swats to the crease where her bottom met her thighs making her wail. “Are we understood?”
Ten more swats landed directly on top of the last zingers he’d landed and tears sprang to her eyes even as joy filled her heart. “Crystal sir.”
Mike flipped her up to sit on his knee and then kissed her hard. Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to welcome his invading tongue, rubbing hers along it lovingly as he laid claim to her. She was breathless when he released her from the drugging kiss and leaned against him with a sigh. “I love you Mike.”
“Damn skippy you do,” he said before kissing her again.
The next time they came up for air Savi crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back to look up at him with raised brow. “Is there something you’d like to say to me?”
Mike grinned and kissed the tip of her nose, “I love you too Tinkerbelle.”
She smiled up at him with her heart in her eyes, “And don’t you forget it.”
“Good. Now, about the lie you told,” Zaryn replied.
“Lie?” Her mouth went completely dry.
“You said you weren’t aroused by the thought of my discipline. In punishment, I think I will show us both just how big an untruth it was.” Before she could protest, two fingers slipped between her thighs and sank deep inside her wet heat.
The small protest she’d intended to voice turned into a low moan of pleasure.
“Do you still deny your arousal?” His fingers pumped in and out in a delicious rhythm.
“Noo…please…please, Zaryn…” She panted, her body nearing another orgasm.
“What do you need, bilya?”
“I need to come…please,” she begged.
“Very well,” he murmured, driving his fingers while his thumb swept out to include her swollen clit, stroking it determinedly.
Everything in her tightened at once and then she came, convulsing over his lap with a little scream of pleasure. He had her flipped to her back on the hood of the car before the orgasm was completely over.
He spread her legs wide, cupped her hot, sore bottom in his hands, and buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her clit and gorging himself on the sweet cream of her arousal. “You taste better than the sweetest fruit on Gartian.”
Kate had no idea what he was talking about, but she didn’t really care. She fisted her hands in his thick blue hair and pulled him down into her. His tongue did things she’d never imagined, high inside her sensitive channel, his lips seeming to suck at the same time.
“Ooh…aahhhhooooo!” she cried out, again shuddering helplessly he continued to lick and suck, driving her from one peak to another without respite.
Zaryn lifted his head from her sweet little slit and studied her a moment. Then, with a soft smile playing on his glistening lips, he asked, “Now, are you ready to accept me as your mate, Kate? My bilya?”
She licked her lips and considered a lifetime of mind-blowing pleasure and the landscapes she could paint in space. “Yes, Zaryn. I accept you.”
With one hand, he reached down and freed himself. Like the rest of him, his erection was immense. Kate smiled at the sight of the large thick shaft. She should be concerned, but all she could think was how badly she wanted that monster inside her.
Zaryn watched her face, stroking the broad head along her swollen lips and dipped between to rub against her clit. Her head fell back as she shifted her hips, desperate to get him inside her.
“Do you want this, bilya?” He pressed the head against her opening, teasing her.
“Yes! Fuck me now, you big purple jerk!”
“Lucas! Put me down!” Mari yelled, then gasped in outrage to find herself back on her feet and her dressing gown torn from her body to leave her standing naked before him.
“I’m going to give you a taste of what happens to my wife when she misbehaves,” Lucas told her as he jerked her face down over his lap. When his hand slapped down over her bare bottom, Mari realized her pantaloons had provided far more protection than she’d realized.
Lucas brought his hand down again and again on her quivering backside and soon she was rocking her hips back and forth to escape the awesome sting his hard hand was leaving behind. “Please, Lucas! I’m sorry!” she cried as his palm continued to fall and tears stung her eyes.
“You will not stomp your foot at me or roll your eyes, young lady,” he told her, a swat punctuating each word.
“Yes, sir!” she cried, hanging limply over his knee.
Then she jerked with a gasp as a finger slid between her thighs and found the slick arousal waiting there for him. Lucas stroked one finger into her wet heat and pumped it a few times before coming back with a second.
Mari moaned loudly and spread her legs further apart, shuddering when his thumb played across her swollen little pearl as he worked his fingers in and out of her sheath. Everything inside her tightened down and she knew she was about to explode in pleasure when he suddenly pulled his fingers away to deliver ten more sharp swats to her already sore bottom.
“Ooohooo!” Mari cried and was surprised to find herself lifting to meet his hand. This time the spanking was more than pain and she found she wanted to feel his hand landing on her bottom. Each spank seemed to drive her pleasure closer to the surface.
Then he sank two fingers deep inside her once more but pulled out before she could reach her peak.
“Nooo!” Mari wailed in frustration.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” Lucas told her resolutely. Then he shifted her on his lap so her legs were spread even further apart and she whimpered when he parted the cheeks of her bottom.
“Lucas?” she asked nervously.
Then he pressed a finger slick with her body’s arousal against the shy bud of her asshole. “Naughty girls get sore bottoms inside and out,” he told her as he began to press against her little hole firmly until it slipped inside.
“Owwwww… ooohhhooo…” Mari cried as his finger pressed deep and stretched her tender muscles. It burned as her muscles stretched against the intrusion and it was horribly embarrassing but it also made her grow even wetter as his determined finger began to work in and out of her tight little bottom-hole.