Free The House of Pain by Tara Crescent Page A

tongue dances with mine, and I’m panting in utter arousal when he’s done. I mutely turn my head so my neck is visible. I love being kissed there; there’s something about that spot that is so very erotic to me.
    “Here?” Doug asks, brushing my neck with his fingers, in response to my unspoken invitation.
    I nod silently. My brain is already a haze. He bends his head and his lips find that spot. I moan, wrap my arms around his waist; pull him closer to me. I need to feel his body, his strength pressed up against my body.
    For a change, he does not tell me to hold still. His mouth is raining hot kisses on my neck, his hands are tracing idle circles on the sides of my breasts, and I am in heaven.
    Doug is still fully clothed and I groan in slight frustration. I want to run my hands and my mouth all the way up and down his body. I want to kiss his nipples, and bury my face in his perfect chest. I want to feel the raw steel of his arms as they hold me down. I want to lower my mouth on his beautiful cock, and feel him erupt in my mouth.
    But for a start, I want him to take off his clothes.
    I’m not sure if this is allowed. If I’m permitted to make a request about what I want. How will you find out what the rules are, if you don’t ask? I ask myself.
    “Doug,” I start hesitantly.
    “Mmm?” Doug has lowered a mouth on my right breast, and I feel his teeth graze my nipple. Lust shoots through me, potent and burning.
    “Am I allowed to talk in your dungeon?” My question is tentative. Instantly, his mouth stops, he pulls away from me. I look at him. He is looking utterly exasperated.
    “What are the rules we’ve set down so far, Sara?” I can hear the mild irritation in his voice.
    “Umm.” My mind is a blank, I’m still in a haze of lust, but I’m mindful of the irritation in his voice. I struggle to focus. Have there been rules? 
    “Umm, honest communication?” He’d said that the first time.
    “Good. What else?” His voice is level. He looks slightly less irritated.
    I search the memories of our conversations. What else? Oh right. Wednesday’s discussion about monogamy.
    “No sleeping with other people.” I sound relieved at remembering the rules. His lips twitch.
    “And was there anything else?” he asks, amusement warring with exasperation in his voice.
    “I don’t think so.” I’m now slightly sheepish. I feel utterly foolish.
    “Excellent.” His voice is openly amused now. “But I think this is a lesson that best needs to be taught a different way. Come on.” He tugs me to the bed, settles himself against the headboard, and pulls me onto him. I am face-down on his lap, my butt in the air and one of his hands is wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. I sense I’m about to be very thoroughly spanked.
    “So, Sara,” he says conversationally. “What’s the standard convention here? You count the spanks? I don’t want you to do that. Instead, I’d like you to repeat what I say after me. Understood?”
    I nod into the mattress.
    Whap. Whap. His hand comes down hard on my ass and I nearly jump off the bed as the heat radiates through me. He has spanked me hard. I bite my lips to hold back my squeak.
    “Silly Sara.” His voice is relaxed. He sounds almost indulgent as he rains blows on my tender, unprotected ass. “You have all these ridiculous preconceived notions about us, what we are doing here. Let it all go. The rules are what we make them. Understand?” A couple of hard swats to emphasize his point. I jump and writhe again. My ass is already throbbing. Perhaps because of the warmth of his house or perhaps because he’s only spanked me gently so far, I didn’t think I’d be in much pain being spanked by Doug. I’m forced to reassess. His hands are raining blows down on me, and my flesh feels like it is on fire.
    My pussy is predictably dripping. As I writhe, I can feel Doug’s dick against my hip, straining through his jeans. I’m reacting to being held in his