Free Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut by Kim Jones

of him. I fumbled with his belt,
trying impatiently to get it off. I looked up at Luke, expecting to
see him smiling, but instead he had a different look in his eyes.
Almost predatory. My panties went wet as he grabbed my hands and
shook his head. He placed my hands on either side of his waist and
began undoing that brown belt I loved so much. My insides were
screaming, “Please spank me, please spank me.” I started to ask,
then shut my mouth. Luke was a big guy, he might beat the shit out
of me. And I would love it.
    “What were you going to say, Dallas?” he
asked me in that dark, raspy tone I loved so much.
    “Nothing,” I replied, perhaps a little too
quickly.
    “Lie to me and I’ll use this belt for more
than just holding my pants up.” Bingo. Like an idiot I bit my lip
to suppress my smile, and of course, Luke read between the lines.
His head turned slightly to the side as an amused expression
claimed his face.
    “You like that don’t you?” Again, I shook my
head a little too hard giving myself away.
    “I think you do. I think you would like
nothing better than for me to bend your sweet little ass over this
couch and spank you with my belt.”
    Fuck. Me. I stared at him, my mouth partially
open, my breathing loud and irregular and my pants had a wet spot
between my legs. Luke leaned up, so that his elbows were on his
knees and brought his face close to mine.
    “I don’t give out spankings as rewards, babe.
I give them out as punishments, and you won’t ask for them.”
    I swallowed hard. At this point, I would have
punched him in the nose for a punishment.
    “Let’s practice you being a good ol’ lady. If
you do good, I’ll let you come. If you don’t, I’ll spank you and
make sure you don’t come for a week.” Yeah, that was highly
unlikely. I was almost certain that as soon as he put that belt to
my ass, I would flood the bed or couch or wherever in the hell we
were.
    “We will try the first thing I mentioned.
Keeping your mouth shut. You can’t say anything. Not a moan or a
whimper or a word. Understood?” I nodded my head. Shit, this was
gonna be fun. To obey or not to obey? Definitely not obeying.
    “Here is the catch, Dallas. Before that mind
of yours starts wondering what you are going to do to disobey me,
remember that if you choose to accept this as a form of punishment
that is exactly what it is going to be. No sex. No kissing. No
cuddling. No orgasm. Just a whole lot of crying and discomfort.”
Well, shit. That didn’t sound very fun. I just stared at him. What
in the hell could you say to that? He took this spanking shit
seriously. He leaned back and removed his belt, that was no longer
that appealing to me, and unzipped his jeans. I was still on my
knees in front of him, my hands at his waist, when his cell phone
rang.
    “Fuck,” Luke muttered rolling his eyes.
“Yeah,” he snapped into the phone. “What?!” He was on his feet and
I was out of his way. Luke was pissed. “I’m on my way.” Luke
snapped his phone shut and I was on my feet walking to him.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking it must be
pretty bad since he was pacing the floor and running his hand over
his head like a mad man.
    “FUCK!” he screamed at the ceiling, causing
me to jump. “Stay inside. I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t go
anywhere.” I wanted to ask where he was going, but he kissed me. A
sweet kiss. The kind he gave me that made me feel cherished and
loved. I was still slightly swaying, when he got in the car and
left.

Chapter 3

    Dallas

    I had too much energy. The excitement of the
day along with my interrupted sexual encounter with Luke, had my
adrenaline pumping. Also, the longer I sat still, the more I
worried about Luke. I popped in a thirty minute workout DVD and
decided to see if that would calm me down a little. Thirty minutes
later, I was hot, sweaty and still full of energy. I looked out at
the reflection of the moon glistening on top of the water in the
pool.