Undercover Obsession - Page 15

“He should be along shortly, depending on how much of a head start you had. And, I’m afraid you’re very much mistaken, darlin’. Until we find out who was behind your disappearing act, you are very much answerable to me.” Brody grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the small garden bench in front of her porch.

As soon as he sat down and tugged her arm, throwing her off balance so she landed sprawled across his lap, Piper knew what he intended. Her body responded almost instantly to the memory of the last time he had spanked her, of how that heated pain had increased her arousal, but her mind was shying away from the humiliating, vulnerable position as well as the fear of losing control. When he pulled her backpack off and easily shoved her elastic waist shorts down to her knees, her mind‘s resistance took precedence.

Struggling to get off his lap, she demanded, “Let me go, Brody. You’re not doing this.”

Clamping one arm across her lower back, he pinned her kicking legs with his leg and brought his other hand down in a resounding smack on her right, wriggling buttock. “It looks like I am,” he stated calmly even though the sight of that lush ass clenching tightly had his dick thickening painfully already. Another smack landed on her left cheek followed by one right in the middle. “Be still or this’ll take longer. Although, I know Ian won’t mind watching our little scene.”

At the mention of the other man, Piper stilled, but not out of worry about being seen. Her traitorous body seemed to like the idea of having an audience, of having other eyes on her ass as Brody continued to slap her with sharp, steady strokes. It took only moments for her pussy to pulse

achingly for release, for the pain he was building to feed the burning ache until it was out of control, fueled even further by the thought of Ian catching them. “Brody, please,” she pleaded as she shifted her hips on his hard as rock thighs, the feel of his denim covered rigid cock against her side just egging her on.

“Please, what, darlin’?” He struck on the under curve of her right cheek. “Please forgive you for being foolish enough to risk your safety to prove your independence?” Another slap on the under curve of her left cheek was swiftly followed by a sharp blow across both buttocks again. “Please stop, or,” he ran one finger down her crack, a light glide over her puckered anus down to her damp slit, “please don’t stop,” then followed up swiftly with two sharp blows on each buttock.

Piper cried out with those last two, the smacks harder, the pain sharper, the pleasure keener. God help her, she didn’t know what she was pleading for. She was so turned on, so excited she couldn’t think straight, the mix of mortification, anger and ecstasy warring together until the need to climax overruled everything. She wanted to beg him to continue, but she also wanted to feel that finger caressing her aching flesh again, stimulating her over the precipice his swats were keeping her teetering on. The outdoor exposure, warm summer air wafting over her exposed, throbbing flesh, all added to her escalating arousal.

Need finally won out over pride and, turning watery green eyes up to him, she begged unashamedly, “Touch me again, Brody, make me come.”

For the first time in five years, Brody was grateful for the darkness that had cloaked them the one time they had sex. If he had been able to see those drenched, needy eyes, he would’ve fucked her well into the next morning, compounding his mistake. As it was, there was no way he could keep to his resolve not to take her under these circumstances if she was squirming in orgasm across his lap, if he could feel her tight, little pussy clutching his fingers as her come soaked his hand. With an abruptness that he knew startled her, he lifted her off his lap and jerked up her shorts, the sight of her reddened ass and her damp slit making his cock jerk against his zipper in a painful protest.

Piper whirled on him in frustrated anger. “Why won’t you fuck me?” She meant to sound demanding, but she knew she sounded desperate which only increased her anger as well as her mortification. Once again he was rejecting her.

“You never used to talk that way,” Brody said in an attempt to change the subject before he listened to his little head instead of his big head again.

Clenching her hands into fists, she glared up at him through eyes swimming with unshed tears. “I’m not that pathetic young girl anymore,” she bit out.

“You were never pathetic. You were sweet.” Endearingly so. “And young and naïve.” Achingly so. “But you were never pathetic.”

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Go inside, Piper.” Brody reached for her hand then dropped his arm when she gasped and ran inside without another word. Looking across the yard, he saw Ian leaning against a tree, his own heavy erection evident in the tight bulge between his legs.

“She was wet,” Ian said as he walked slowly up to him.

“As wet as she was last night. And the only aphrodisiac she had today was my hand.”

“What more could you ask for?” Ian wanted to know.

“An end to this fucking case,” Brody snapped before striding back down to the lake to relieve himself. Again.

Piper leaned back against the tiled wall of her shower and let the hot water run over her body in the hopes it would soothe her tense nerves just as she hoped getting herself off would ease the burning ache inside her. She had thought briefly that Brody’s rejection had doused the fire he had built inside her, but after spotting Ian her spontaneous reaction had been like throwing kerosene on that fire, raising a scalding heat she didn’t think anything short of orgasm could put out.

Cupping her pussy, she savored the feel of nothing but soft, bare skin under her hand, relished the added pleasure she received from having no barriers to stifle her pleasure. After one particular night of overindulging in both pizza and beer, Piper had drunkenly admitted to Haley that Cole had been pestering her to shave her pubic hair. Haley wasted no time talking her into it then demanding a very detailed account the next time Cole came through town and they hooked up. Even though Piper’s sex life was limited to Cole’s occasional visits and Haley’s lack of a sex life was solely by choice, Haley still wanted to hear details of Piper’s encounters.

In the eighteen months since she had started shaving, she had never regretted it. In fact, once she experienced the added sensations of having all those hidden, sensitive nerve endings exposed and caressed, she had never gone back. Running her fingers over her plump, damp flesh before slipping her middle finger past her folds, she moaned as her sheath clamped around the digit, and she once again relished the pleasure of an impending climax. With her free hand, she lifted one weighty breast wishing she had the dexterity to bring her nipple to her mouth. They were puckered so tightly they hurt and she would love to have them suckled to ease that discomfort. An image flashed in her mind of two dark heads bent over her breasts, two mouths sucking voraciously on her tits and the image as well as the sensations of the dual stimulation was so vivid, so real, her pussy spasmed and gushed as if it was a real memory instead of a memory of an erotic dream.

Thrusting her pelvis against her palm, she concentrated on the here and now instead of what she was beginning to suspect was indeed a real happening. The warm burn Brody had built on her ass still lingered, still fed the fire in her pussy and when she pinched her nipple to see if a slight pain on her taut bud would do the same, she practically shrieked at the pleasure it evoked. Unable to hold back any longer, she added two more fingers, thrusting hard and deep as she used her thumb on her clit. Despite the building climax and the pleasure filling her from her nipples to her crotch, she couldn’t help but wish it was Brody fucking her, his big cock filling and stretching her as she remembered. When she factored in Ian watching or participating, she exploded around her fingers, the grip of her vaginal walls tight and forceful, the ecstasy spreading throughout her convulsing body mind numbing.

It took several moments for her mind to clear, for her body to calm and for her to slow her fingers from deep, hard thrusts to softer, slower strokes. Her pussy was warm, very wet and soft and she enjoyed the feel of simply stroking herself now that the storm of her release had subsided. By the time Piper had washed up and was drying off in the small, steam filled bathroom, she had come to two conclusions. The first was to find out if her suspicions that her erotic dream last night was indeed a reality and the second was that, despite the evidence that Brody wanted her, had been as aroused by her spanking as she had been, he had rejected her one time too many and she wasn’t going to plead with him again to fuck her. From the brief glimpse she had gotten of Ian, he too had been turned on by their display and from the heated look in his eyes, he too wanted her. Even though Brody seemed to still hold a special place in her heart, she had no intentions of passing up a pleasurable, sexual encounter with Ian if one presented itself.

Chapter Seven

Ignoring Ian who was pacing with his phone to his ear when she came downstairs, Piper retrieved enough fish from her freezer for the three of them then grabbed a beer and slipped back outside. Late afternoons were her favorite time of day and she loved sitting on her garden bench with a cold brew, but as she sat and felt the lingering effects of her spanking, she thought that seat would be a constant reminder of that intense, exciting sexual experience. As erotic and arousing as her first taste of Brody slapping her ass was, it didn’t compare with what happened this afternoon. Not only had this spanking been administered in the bright light of day instead of under the cloak of darkness, her ass completely bared to not only Brody’s gaze, but Ian’s also, but the feel of Brody’s hard thighs under her, his hard arm and leg pinning her down, stifling her struggles had seemed to only increase her arousal even more. Taking a long pull of her beer, she visibly shuddered as that memory had her pussy creaming again and her body craving to experience the whole thing again.

The sight of Brody emerging from the woods a few minutes later, shirtless, his upper body still damp from a dip in the lake, had her practically drooling. It still irritated her that she hadn’t lost her infatuation with this man over the past five years. It wasn’t as if she had sat around pining for him, wishing things had been different. After losing Charles, she had vowed to never allow anyone to dictate her life, no matter how much she cared about them. She had worked hard establishing herself here, building her small business, meeting friends and taking care of her first home. When she had met Cole at Rowdy’s on one of his wilderness treks that brought him through Hope, the attraction had been swift and mutual. Neither of them was interested in a relationship, but they enjoyed each other’s company both in and out of bed whenever his job brought him through this way. She had been happy, quite content with the way her life was going until now.

Now, watching Brody walk towards her, feeling that same, quick fluttering of both her pussy and her heart at the sight of him that she had felt each and every time he had arrived in Geneva with Charles to visit so long ago, she cursed herself for being a wimpy fool where this man was concerned. Still, she thought as she took in his six foot three height, that wide, muscled chest with its sprinkling of curly black hair that tapered down his six pack abs to disappear into his jeans, those pewter eyes focused intently solely on her, who the hell could blame her?

“You okay?” Brody asked her as he sat next to her, his mind also reliving having her draped over his lap, his cock still itching to finish that little scene inside her sweet pussy instead of with his hand.

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