I can’t believe how stupid I was. Curiosity killed the cat and it almost killed me. If Judge Reynolds hadn’t taken me to Doctor Franklin, life could have taken a dark turn for me. How was I supposed to know Judge Reynolds’ generosity nearly destroyed his marriage to Chéri?
There are always things that can go wrong in a marriage, especially one as unique as Michael’s and mine. I’ll admit, the little girl in me worried about such things. Never in a million years did I imagine watching my husband, the man I called Daddy, betray me. I felt gut-punched, speechless. To bury the pain, I allowed one emotion to guide me: revenge.
Publisher’s Note: This romance is meant for adults only. It contains the dynamics of age-play, including explicit scenes, as well as elements of power exchange and domestic discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Annie and Preston
It only took a few swipes with the razor to remove what little hair she had there, in fact she wasn’t sure she had any. Maybe he just relished prolonging her embarrassment, and she was embarrassed, mostly because she was enjoying it so much.
“There, all done,” he said, turning her over and moving her back up the table a little bit. “Just let me get something to wash you off with.”
When he returned he had a washcloth and a bottle of some kind of pink tinted liquid.
“What’s that?” she asked nervously.
“Aftershave,” he teased.
“No,” she screamed, reaching down to cover her pussy with both hands. “It will burn!”
“There might be a little sting,” he said kindly, “but nothing you can’t handle. Don’t be such a baby.”
“I thought you wanted a baby?” she accused.
“Point taken,” he agreed with a laugh. Setting his things down he lifted her bottom and placed a pad under her. “Now, behave or this will take longer than it needs to. This is only a little watered-down mouthwash. I find it works well as an astringent and tastes much better.”
“What do you care what it tastes like?” she asked with a pout.
Preston just looked at her as though she were a bit mentally deficient.
“Oh,” she replied with a cough. Gee, he’d already washed all the hair and soap away with clean water. She didn’t understand why this added step was necessary, until he stepped between her spread thighs and tipped the bottle letting the liquid flow over her newly bare nether regions.
Annie gasped. It was warm, pleasingly warm and tingly and she sighed in delight. He made sure it ran into all the cracks and crevasses before patting her gently dry with the clean cloth. Then he leaned forward and lightly blew.
Everywhere his hot breath touched, froze. It was fire and ice and she nearly screamed in pleasure. Then his lips descended, and she did scream. He licked and nibbled until she damn near fell off the table.
“Next time I think I’d better restrain you for your own safety,” he whispered against her thigh.
“Could be,” she replied, reaching for his head and lifting her bottom.
“Put your hands under your butt and keep them there,” he ordered sharply.
Annie frowned but obeyed, but only until his tongue scraped her clit. Then they were right back in the thick of things.
“My goodness you’re sensitive,” he said, straightening up and fixing her with a threatening stare.
“What?” she asked innocently.
Shaking his head, he easily rolled her over and administered ten whopping swats to her backside. When he turned her back over her hands immediately went to her injured buns.
“And that’s what I told you to do with them in the first place,” he pointed out, before blowing gently on her nub.
“Sorry,” she sniffed, wiggling for the best position.
“Humph,” was his only reply as he returned to her hidden treasure which had almost disappeared with the severity of his impromptu spanking.
It wasn’t long before they were back in business. Annie was vibrating with pleasure and quickly nearing the pinnacle when he paused, then sucked greedily on her clit and then stopped and straightened up. She looked at him in surprise.
“Annie, I’m going to put my finger or fingers inside you now,” he said wickedly.
Rapidly she nodded her agreement.
“You are not to come,” he continued in a very serious voice.
“What?” she squeaked out.
“I said, you are not to come,” he repeated as he slipped one large finger inside her.
“Sweet Jesus, why would you ask such a thing?” she nearly screamed.
“It’s a rule I have,” he said smoothly as he moved in and out of her while the thumb of his other hand rolled over her clit. “I will always tell you when you may come and it’s not yet.”
“Too late,” she cried out as her body convulsed, squeezing his finger for all she was worth as she rode out her orgasm. In his favor he did not ruin it for her. Instead he continued to finger fuck her as he teased every last response from her swollen clit. Spent, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Oh dear, I don’t like the look on your face,” she said before biting her lip.
“And you shouldn’t,” he replied darkly. “You’ve been a very naughty little girl.”
“I… I’m sorry, but that was so hot and when you… your finger… well, your hands are so big and I… just couldn’t…”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses,” he snapped.
“But you should have warned me ahead of time. Maybe I could have slowed it down had I known. It’s not fair to be mad about my breaking a rule I knew nothing about,” she insisted weakly.
“All right, I said I’d try to be flexible,” he ground out. “Now, you know the rule. Don’t do it again.”
With that he grasped her ass, lifted it up and began sucking her clit with no warning. The next thing she knew his thumb was in her pussy and she was completely helpless as she rode a tidal wave to another gut clenching orgasm in a matter of about two minutes, tops!
“I’m sorry,” she shrieked, before beginning to babble on and on about how incredible it all was and how she’d never felt such an earth-shattering climax in her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she brushed them away.
Preston approached the side of the table and stared down at her.
“You’re going to need some serious training,” he stated as he reached down and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re not,” she replied dreamily.
He pinched her nipple. “Don’t be impertinent!”
“Ouch! I didn’t mean it,” she said sadly even as she arched into his touch.
Reaching for her, he plucked her up into his arms lifting her, so he could get her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, then bit quickly. Annie recognized it was meant as a reprimand but before she knew what was happening he’d sucked again and she shuddered in his arms, coming a third time.
It was something about him, something in the way he looked at her, spoke to her, scolded her that did it. Never before, had she come so easily. Maybe it was that damn mouthwash. Whatever it was, she knew she wanted it. If he had to spank her for disobeying him, so be it. It was worth it.
But he didn’t spank her. Instead, he carried her into the room with the big rocking chair and wrapped her in a blanket. He left her standing there forlornly but returned quickly with a bottle.
“What are we doing?” she asked as he lifted her to his lap.
“You’re going to take a nap,” he said firmly. “Then after dinner, we’re going to go into my examination room. I have some new equipment I’ve wanted to play with.”
“What kind of equipment?” she asked nervously, spitting out the nipple.
Preston pressed the nipple to her lips and glared at her. She opened her mouth. He began to rock.
“Equipment to measure responses to certain stimuli,” he replied resting his head back against the chair.
“Wool if hut?” she asked around the nipple.
“Only if you don’t mind me,” he growled. “Then I will blister your ass and continue, now go to sleep,” he ordered.
“Yeh sur,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and snuggling closer.