Crime and Punishment

“Don’t touch the light switch,” Cain’s sultry voice rumbled as DG came into her bedroom.

She jumped as her hand fell away. She certainly hadn’t expected him to be sitting in the dark.

The only light in the room was wan moonlight coming in from the balcony window taking up half the north wall. She could see the outline of him the weak light; on his cheekbone; the edge of his nose; his pale, pale hair painted white; his forearm and the hairs on it where his sleeves were rolled up. Somehow his ice blue eyes seemed to stand out, at least the one the moonlight touched. His elbows were on the arms of the chair, his legs spread open, feet flat on the floor. He was sitting in one of the two fireside arm chairs usually facing the fireplace which had been turned around so he could watch the door. He was mostly shadow on shadow and it added a spark of intrigue to the situation.

“You’re late,” his voice cut through the darkness once more.

“I left you a note,” she defended, stepping further into the darkened room. “Mother insisted on a dinner with Duke Whatshisname, the one from Qua-Ling. I would have gotten out of it if I could have. But she practically made it a royal command. I got the Queen and not my mother. I hate when she does that.”

It had been nearly three months since they had come to their senses and, after a lot of emotional and mental fumbling, admitted how they felt. He was her first and only lover.

And for some reason that word just made her insides quiver.

He wasn’t a boyfriend or anything so juvenile. He wasn’t a boy. At twenty two she’d had boyfriends back on the other side. Nice farm boys who she learned to kiss from, but no more. Wyatt Cain was completely and totally a man. He was a lover. Almost twice her age he was experienced and confident, an amazing, talented and utterly thorough lover.

In the past three months they’d managed to keep it to themselves. Just for the fun of ‘sneaking around’, the thrill of the illicit, not from any shame. They’d be found out sooner or later, and then they’d fess up and go all public. In fact, DG was pretty sure her sister and mother suspected. Raw likely knew for sure, but he was remaining blessedly silent. For now, there was fun in having a ‘naughty little secret’ all to themselves.

“No excuses. You were supposed to be here at eight. It’s now eleven. That’s three hours I had to wait. While you entertained a Duke,” his voice was sharp, reprimanding. He never spoke to her like that unless they were already in a heated argument. Not that he won many of those. “There has to be consequences.”

“Watch how you say ‘entertained’, buster,” she growled back. Her brain finally catching up past her temper. Her breath hitched, “Consequences?”

She could make out his silhouette as he stood up. “My time’s as valuable as yours. Three hours with nothing but a hastily scribbled note for company. I had lots of time to consider proper punishment.”

“Punishment?” her voice raised slightly in pitch.

“Don’t you think you deserve punishment?” The question was asked in a flat tone, no implications could be made from his voice, and she couldn’t properly see his expression. But she was aware that consent was being asked.

“I… I guess it was a bit rude,” she bit her lip, her voice uncertain.

In for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying went. Did they have an equivalent in the Outer Zone?

“I suppose I should make it up to you.” Her voice was more sure.

“Rude?” He moved to circle around her. A predator in the night stalking already trapped prey. “It was downright disrespectful. It showed a distinct lack of discipline on your part.”

In the dark, with only such weak light, she had to rely on other senses. The sound of his footsteps on the carpet, barely discernable as his feet were bare; the rustle of his shirt and pants; the slightly musky, erotic sandalwood scent of him could tell her where he was.

She could feel the heat coming from his body behind her, but he wasn’t touching.

“Wyatt?” Her voice was a breathy plea more than a question.

“Take your clothes off,” his voice was in her ear, hot breath against her cheek and neck.

He circled to stand before her again. She could tell he was standing, hands on hips, feet at shoulder width. It was his usual expectant or impatient stance. He was neither undressing, no reaching to help. Until now they’d unwrapped each other like a present, sometimes shedding this or that themselves if the other was either having difficulty or not going fast enough.

At the moment he wanted her to strip before him, while he remained dressed. Well, shirtsleeves and pants were half naked for him, but still.

“Will I have to give you even more correction?” sharply bitten words aimed at her.

She shivered. Heat was pooling low in her womb. She didn’t think this kind of thing would cause so strong a reaction.

“No.” She began to unbutton her shirt.

Her hands were a bit shaky, as they hadn’t been since she had lost her shyness on her third night with him. For some reason this almost felt like the first night, new and tentative, even though it was so totally different. She was glad the dark hid her blush. Was he blushing too? It was a curse of his pale complexion that he blushed… and flushed very easily. Being unable to fully see him made it hard to guess his reaction or his desires. But he wouldn’t be doing this unless he wanted it.

She stripped off her shirt and pants, although if she’d been wearing one of those damn skirts it might have been marginally easier. The pants were to make Duke whomever think twice about dinner meaning anything more than a meal.

Toeing off her shoes and socks she stood there in her underwear, uncertain what to do next.

“All clothes, DG. I want you naked.”

She tensed at his command. And it was a command; there was no doubt about that. She didn’t know why she felt a bout of nerves and insecurity as she undid her bra and slid off her panties. He’d seen her naked often enough. But the heightened awareness, not to mention the thrill of the unknown, created a tingling sensation throughout her nerves. She knew her nipples had puckered and just brushing her bra off her breasts sent a ripple of pleasure straight to her core.

“Come here.”

She didn’t have to listen to this, didn’t have to do this. In fact, she knew, deep down, she need only say no, and it would never be spoken of again. What did it say about her that she WANTED to do this? At least right now. Her whole body was thrumming with excitement at the uncertainty of what would come next.

She stood in front of him and he placed his hands on her shoulders. She felt the heated roughness of his fingers trace down her arms and back up. His hands boldly swept from her shoulders to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her already sensitive nipples. Electric shocks went right to her heat, making her press further into his hands, wanting more.

He leaned in, his cheek brushing along hers. “You seem to be enjoying this. It certainly isn’t cold in here.” His lips brushed her ear. He then gave her earlobe a gentle bite. “You only have to say ‘stop’.”

Her own hands came up to move up his chest. He stepped back and took her wrists in hand. “Did I tell you that you could touch me?”

DG bit at her bottom lip again, “No.”

Cain moved back then sat in the chair as he had been in when she arrived. “Come here.”

She moved to stand in front of him. By now her eyes had adjusted better to the very low light and she could make out his face.

He was looking at her, trying to see her in the soft light. Maybe he could. He’d been in here longer, getting used to it. He’d only have a thin ring of blue around his pupils, that dark blue that encircled the more icy hue of his eyes.

He reached out again, running his hands over her sides, feeling her shape, enhancing his awareness of her.

His hands were large and square. His fingers short compared to his palms, blunt, but oh so talented. They were sure hands, steady ones, whether it was holding a pistol, throwing a punch, or playing her body with precision.

Those wonderful hands made a sweep down her sides, her thighs, to her knees, then up the front of her thighs, thumbs moving over her core, but not lingering as his palms moved together to caress their way upwards, between her breasts to her throat.

“Lay down on your stomach, across my lap.” Again his voice was sharp, leaving no room for debate.

Holy shit, he can’t be serious!

But how her stomach fluttered; her blood ran hot, seeming to flow, not pump through her body.

“I’m waiting,” impatience, a dangerous edge that cut through her.

She only had to say stop. Did she want to?

DG was a bundle of uncertainty, trust and, yes, arousal as she did what he told her. She could feel the fabric covered hardness of his thighs and… more.

She felt Cain place one hand, gently, between her shoulder blades. The other smoothed over her backside and thighs.

“I can smell you, you know. It makes my mouth water. Can you feel what it does to me?” His hand kneaded her ass cheek.

She flushed hotter, with both embarrassment and excitement. She could feel him quite well, draped over him like this. He was hard against her side, just below her rib cage. “Yes. I can feel it.”

She felt the sharp sting where her thigh met her buttock at the same time she heard the crack of flesh on flesh. It sent a vibration through her, between her legs. She the air escaped her lungs at the suddenness of it, and the lingering after-burn. Her involuntary jerk also ground her side against his swollen member.

Cain was rubbing the area he had slapped, caressing in circles. “You were going to get ten spanks for your disrespectful, spoiled behavior. But you balked at undressing, and you touched without permission.” His fingertips traced her heated, damp canter. “I think twenty will do.”

“Twenty?” She yipped as she tried to look over her shoulder at him.

She felt the biting swat at the center of her opposite cheek. “Not enough?”

She bit her lip hard. Why was she doing this? Allowing this? Why was she so turned on?

Cain soothed and caressed the soreness again. Then slapped the opposite side.

The slaps weren’t bruising, but they did smart. Oddly, they weren’t the worst torture. Each crack of hand to flesh made her bum hotter, more sensitive as he rubbed and caressed, pressed and fondled. Three caresses and a squeeze, then a sharp thwap on the opposite side. The pattern allowed DG to brace herself for the next snap.

“Did you enjoy your dinner with the Duke?” A titillating slap to her rump was followed by a kneading caress.

“Could he guess that you had me waiting, aching to have my cock so deep inside you that you could taste it?” The cracking sound came with the fire on the other cheek.

She felt her breath coming faster. Both what he was saying and what he was doing fed something inside her she didn’t realize was there.

The vibration of every slap shot right to her core, making her ache for more, made her writhe as she tried to rub her legs together and relieve some of the terrible craving deep inside. Each sting incited a throb elsewhere. His caresses always seemed to sweep over the swollen folds between her legs, sometimes even lingering to trace her heat a few times, teasing her, feeding the fire inside.

She need only say ‘stop’. Just one word. And yet there was no will to speak it. She was somehow lost in a strange delirium, an odd euphoria.

“Did you remember during your meal that you were mine? It’s my hands that touch you, my mouth that tastes you.” Another slap and a caress, then a sudden flick at her engorged clit. She couldn’t stop the moan that came from deep in her chest.

She was almost ashamed at how damp and obviously needy she was. But the hardness she was squirming against kept her from true shame. She was punishing him in her own way. He was pressing forward for more friction with every sharp connection of his palm to her fiery bottom.

“You were carrying on a conversation with that beautiful mouth. The mouth that was wrapped around me three nights ago.” Another stinging pain that hurt so exquisitely. A rough massage, fingers pressing into the firm muscle of her posterior. Two fingers pressed inside her suddenly as his thumb rubbed over her bundle of nerves; once, twice as he teased her with two short strokes inside.

“Did you remember that you were eating at that table with the same mouth I came into?” His body was bent over hers as he whispered that last into her ear. “Are you aware that I’m questioning you with the tongue that made you scream, the lips that sucked your clit until you begged for mercy?” His wicked words seemed to wind into her ears, somehow further awakening something darkly carnal inside her. He gave another nip at her ear as he sat upright and his hand came down. Her rear arched up after the impact, as if seeking more.

DG had lost count of the strikes, her behind was aflame, but somehow it had moved beyond the pain to a hot throb. Her whole body seemed alive, every touch, scent, movement was sharper. Her breathing had devolved to short little pants.

It took her a moment to realize that his pattern had changed. There were no more tormenting smacks, just indulgent stroking, soothing touches. She felt his body arch over her, enfolding her as he pressed kisses to her inflamed cheeks.

He helped her to stand on her unsteady legs. Being upright sent a new tremor through her; spiking sharply in the place where her thighs creased to her ass.

Cain swept her up and carried her over to her bed, laying her down gently. She hissed a bit as her reddened skin hit the sheets. DG could feel each wrinkled crease.

He was undressing now, quickly losing the clothes that gave him the edge while he tormented her.

“Can I touch now?” She arched a brow at him. She may have been spanked, but she was only submissive as long as SHE wanted to be.

“I suppose…” The rest of the sentence was cut off as she grabbed the short hair at the back of his head, scratching his scalp with her nails as she pulled him down and kissed him.

Up until now there hadn’t been a single kiss, and that was unacceptable. He had a taste like coffee and chocolate, earthy and sensual. He was delicious and more addicting than caffeine. She nipped his bottom lip, enough to give him a small taste of pain before introducing her tongue to his sinful mouth. Her kiss was frantic, and demanding. She wanted him, all of him, right now.

Her free hand wrapped around his hot, rigid shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze, but allowing her nails to bite a bit there as well.

His mouth tore from hers with a gasping hiss, his eyes falling closed and his teeth gritting together, but it wasn’t pain written on his face. As his fingers had given her, moments before, she offered him two pumps along his shaft.

“You seem to forget, this is mine as well, Tin Man.” She nipped at his chin, her tongue tracing the shallow cleft there. She was surprising herself yet again, as she had never been overly aggressive. Enthusiastic, yes, but not like this. “Nothing’s yours that isn’t freely given.”

She released him, but made certain to tease the back of her fingers against his sac.

He tugged at her hair, tilting her head back to look down into her face. “But it’s mine, none-the-less.”

This time he claimed the kiss, his tongue proving its dominance over hers. His lips pressed hard against hers with controlled force.

Thee kiss was broken as much from aching mouths as loss of oxygen. Cain trailed kisses down DG’s jaw, her throat, at last coming to kiss and nip at her breasts. His mouth covered a turgid nipple and a cry ripped from her throat as the suction tugged at the bow-string tight thread from her breast to her center.

His hands urged her legs apart, something she was only too happy to comply with.

He bit down on her nipple, mixing that miniscule hurt with the rest, the small pains blending into pleasure, the edge between the two no longer discernable.

She was so drenched with need it had begun to coat her thighs. He took himself in hand and rubbed against her, grinding his crown against her bud, reveling in the mewling hitch this elicited from her.

He moved that little bit and looked down as he pushed inside. “I love to watch you take me in. It’s almost too dark.”

DG gripped his shoulders, her nails puncturing skin as she arched up into him, a keening sound was coaxed from her throat. “God, Cain, stop torturing me.”

Cain hooked his left arm under her knee as he began to move. This wasn’t the slow, gentle sex he’d introduced her to before now. He thrust hard, with hammering snaps of his hips. Her writhing across his lap had him close to the edge. His body was demanding release, just as hers was. She was already throbbing gently around him from the first thrust. Hard, fast, almost brutally he drove into her.

She moved her hands from their death grip on his shoulders. They were caressing his chest, moving over him wherever she could reach. She loved touching him, feeling the power of him, the hard muscle under his hot skin, the hair of his chest across her palms. He was larger than her, practically overpowering in both size and strength. How she loved it, adored how he made her feel like a woman.

Even now as he drilled into her, each time he impaled her, her whole body moved up with the force of it. He drove the breath from her lungs. This shouldn’t feel so amazing. It really shouldn’t be forcing her to the edge like it was.

“You’re the sexiest man I could ever dream of,” she gasped out as she reached for the pinnacle that was so close, so very close.

Cain could feel it. He held himself up with the arm her leg was draped over and used the other to rub circles around her clit even as he moved. He pinched her and something in DG snapped.

Her body shook and clamped down on him so very hard as she cried out, head thrown back. Her entire body clenched in rippling waves. She came so hard explosions of light seemed to burst in the darkness of the room.

And still he thrust into her. She was just starting to come down when he bent over, his face in the crook of her neck as his climax drew huffing growls from him. His manhood perceptibly throbbing as he spilled himself into her.

He pulled his arm out from under her leg as they both tried to regain their breath. Their combined sweat stuck their skin together as Cain’s weight pressed down on DG. She didn’t have the breath, or energy to complain if she was so inclined.

“I hope you learned your lesson.” He growled against her throat, punctuating his words with a bite, worrying a pinch of skin between his teeth, sure to leave a mark come morning.

“Oh yeah,” her fingers lazily stroked through his hair and she smiled into the dark. “You sure taught me.”