Part 29 (1/2)

She nodded. ”I'm good, Sir.” She didn't know what Jason's real aim was in setting up this scene with her, but he might have been right. She could feel herself unraveling with each blow.

A third spank landed on the center, covering both cheeks, and she moaned as tension left her body.

Shawn swatted her again. He was a strong Dom. Not firm enough for her to request him in the future, but he was learning.

A deeper voice broke the silence. ”If you wait longer between each blow, the need to come will well up inside her, giving you stronger results in the end. I bet she's f.u.c.king hot when she o.r.g.a.s.ms.” She froze. Those words pierced her memory, shocking her and yanking her into the past. She had to have imagined the deep voice and the exact phrase he'd said to her the night he'd interrupted her scene over a month ago.

For a moment she was sure she'd imagined the voice. She didn't open her eyes, unable to decide if she willed Jude to be standing behind her or if she would prefer to jump up and slap him if he was.

And then another voice. Carlton. ”Jude. What the f.u.c.k, man? You can't keep waltzing in here, taking over people's scenes.”

Lori squeezed her eyes shut. So it was him. She couldn't bring herself to look. She gripped the hand rests with her palms and held her breath.

”It's okay, man,” Shawn said. ”Obviously you two have a history?”

”A long one,” Jude almost growled.

”I'll back off,” Shawn said.

”Jude...” Carlton warned. ”Why do you always have to be so unconventional?”

Jude chuckled. ”I like to make an entrance. Keeps my sub on the edge.”

”Your sub, as you call her, can make her own decisions with regard to who tops her or who she tops.” Carlton came around the bench and kneeled at her face. She could feel his breath as it hit her cheeks, but she didn't open her eyes. ”I'm sorry, Lori. I was away from the front. Are you okay with this?”

”Yes,” she mumbled, though she had no idea why. She was anything but okay. All she knew was she needed the rest of that spanking, and there was no better man to give it to her than Jude. Her a.s.s nearly hummed with the need to be swatted.

”Okay. You use your safe word if you need it. Red. Got it?”

”Yes.”

Carlton left. She didn't have to look to know she was now alone with Jude. Except for the regular patrons who might be milling around, no one would be paying her much attention. She was his to command.

Jude set his hands on her a.s.s, eliciting a moan she wished she'd been able to hold back. G.o.d, how she craved his touch. So badly she didn't care that he'd left her not once but twice. She could rip him a new one after the scene, but for now, she needed his touch.

”I went by Jason's, but when I didn't see your car there, I came here.” As if she needed that explanation.

She remained still.

Jude traced his hand up her spine until goose b.u.mps rose under her corset. She gritted her teeth, willing him to touch her more. Firmer.

Finally he spanked her several times in succession.

She held on tight, stiffening her entire body and gripping the pads with her hands. Her mouth opened, but she managed to control the need to moan.

After he molded her cheeks, he did it again.

This time she let out a long, low sound she barely recognized.

”That's it, baby. Let it go. I know you're tense.” He soothed her with his words and his hands as he trailed his palms down her thighs and back up toward her b.u.t.t, letting his fingers graze through her s.e.x over the top of her thong. ”So s.e.xy.”

Lori panted. That simple stroke across her p.u.s.s.y had sent her to the edge of need so fast her mind was spinning. Shawn had elicited no such reaction from her. She'd been solely in the zone for a mental release from a spanking when Jude had taken over with his sultry voice and his firm grip.

Now she needed to come. And she wasn't done with the release from the spanking either.

Jude knew her well. He swatted her again, several times, pausing only to stroke her a.s.s and let his fingers graze her tight hole. Eventually he swiped them directly and intentionally through her slit.

Lori bucked her a.s.s.

”So wet, baby. I love how my touch affects you.” He leaned in closer as he spoke, his mouth near her ear, making her neck tingle. ”Look at me, baby.”

She hesitated.

He gripped her hair and leaned closer. ”Meet my gaze, so I know you're with me.”

She blinked her eyes open and found him right in her face, his jaw covered with stubble, unshaved for a few days. She rarely saw him like that, and she swallowed around the need that built to a new high at his rugged look.

”Do you need to come, baby?”

”Yes, Sir.”

Jude ran his hands down her back until he left her line of sight. He nudged her knees together and tugged her thong away from her body.

She envisioned him stuffing it in his pocket like he always did. The ritualistic process relaxed her. She expected him to spank her again, but instead he went straight for her p.u.s.s.y, stroking through her folds and spreading her moisture around to coat her c.l.i.t.

Without saying another word, he set his free hand on her back to hold her still and thrust two fingers into her.

A long moan escaped her lips. It felt so f.u.c.king good having him inside her. Even if she was still at Jason's house, on the bed in the guest room, dreaming. She didn't care. All she cared about was the release she would get at Jude's hand.

He didn't make her wait, for which she was grateful. After leaving her and making yet another appearance on her scene, the least he could do was let her get off quickly. And he did. He set his thumb on her c.l.i.t and f.u.c.ked her p.u.s.s.y with his fingers, stroking them over her G-spot several times until she reached the peak. He knew that moment.

”Come, baby. Give it to me.”

She shattered, her p.u.s.s.y gripping his fingers and squeezing them over and over until she couldn't breathe. It lasted longer than usual. When she finally gasped for air, he was still stroking her gently, his hand on her back working in tandem with the one between her lower lips.

”Beautiful, baby. G.o.d, you're s.e.xy when you come.” He lowered his top hand to her a.s.s and gently stroked the skin. ”And I love your a.s.s when it's all pink like this.”

Lori was afraid to move. Afraid it wasn't real and she would turn around and find she'd imagined the entire thing.

Jude released her and stepped away. She pictured him grabbing a wipe to clean his fingers, and then he returned to stroke a soft wipe through her folds. When he finally helped her off the bench, she was jelly, emotionally and physically. He wrapped a throw around her body and lifted her into his arms.

She settled her head against his chest and gripped his s.h.i.+rt with her fist. She wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time. But she was too wrung out for either. Instead she held him tight, undecided about her grip being in frustration or relief.