In Her Place 03

I really didn't think Aidan had it in him, but after punishing me soundly and practically fucking me with the cane on Friday night, he'd left me desperate for more of him. He'd seemed so timid the first time, which is why Charlie was so sure I couldn't get him to crack. We'd gotten so close, though. Tantalizingly close. He'd brought me to completion, albeit without touching me directly, but I had no doubt that it'd been deliberate.

He was a good man, but there was no mistaking that he wanted me, and twice now, he'd punished me and left me there without letting me thank him properly. I wanted him to take me, but without express permission from Charlie, I wasn't sure he would. Charlie had been intentionally vague when it came to the extent to which Aidan was permitted to touch me, and Aidan was cautious with his attentions. What he didn't know was that Charlie and I had already agreed to an open arrangement, and sexual encounters between Aidan and I were not only permitted but encouraged. We were playing a game with him, Charlie and me, and I was betting that I could crack his resolve.

That was why, when I got out of the shower on Saturday evening, I was so pleased to hear Charlie's timid knock on the front door. I wrapped a towel loosely around myself and opened the door slowly, peering up at him. Once I confirmed who it was, I smiled shyly and said, "Hi Aidan," in as sweet a voice as I could manage.

Aidan was blushing at the sight of me when he said hello, dropping his eyes to the ground. I could tell he wasn't sure where to look. "I wanted to check up on you, make sure you're okay after..." he trailed off, but of course I knew what he meant.

"Oh, I'm okay," I told him. "I mean, it still hurts, and there may still be marks from the cane, but I don't mind."

At that, he looked surprised. "Really? I mean, I guess I got you pretty good, but I didn't know there could still be marks for so long after."

"Do you want to see?" I blurted, and his wide-eyed gaze shot up to mine. I smiled encouragingly.

"I.. is that.. okay?" He asked haltingly. I nodded.

"Sure, come on in." I widened the door's opening for him, and he stepped in and closed it quickly. I turned around to face the arm of the couch where he'd first seen me, bending slightly at the waist and raising the bottom of the towel over my ass so he could see the marks. "You can touch it, if you want," I told him. He stepped closer and I felt his hands on the backs of my thighs, grazing his fingertips slowly up over the welts from his caning.

"Does it hurt when I touch it?" he breathed, as if saying it louder could make it hurt more.

"A little," I admitted, and he pulled away immediately. "It's okay though! I like the way it feels. The reminder of what you did to me... it's sexy." He had started to run his fingertips over the marks again when I said it was okay, but when the word sexy left my lips, there was a sharp intake of breath and he pulled back again.

Oh, yes... he was into me. "It's okay," I repeated, lowering my voice. I looked back at him over my shoulder. He was looking at my ass with a mixture of appreciation and shame in his eyes. He lifted his hand this time to the edge of the towel and pulled it back down over me.

The accidental brush of his hand against my inner thigh was so electrifying that I momentarily lost my grip on the top of the towel in the center of my chest, and the whole thing landed on the floor in a heap, leaving me naked before him and half-bent over the couch. I let out a startled, quiet "Oh!" and Aidan took a step back, looking ready to bolt.

I couldn't let him. Instead, I turned to face him and took a step forward. His answering step back landed him against the closed front door and he looked momentarily panicked as I reached up to place my hands on either side of his head.

"You don't have to be afraid," I told him in a sensual whisper, "Charlie doesn't mind if you see me. He won't even mind if you touch me. In fact, if you wanted to, you could--"

Suddenly, there was a hand over my mouth, and Aidan's eyes had gone sharp. I couldn't help it; I smiled against his hand. That look in his eyes ignited a fire in me.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" He asked darkly, the gruffness of his voice betraying him slightly. "I'm more afraid of what I'll have to do to you if you keep pushing me. Last time I punished you, you were begging me for something. What did you want from me?"

He released his hold on my mouth, and his hands went instead to my hips. I still had my hands on either side of his head, palms flat against the door.

"I wanted you inside me," it was half-whisper, half-moan as I moved one of my hands to the center of his chest and started sliding it down. "Your fingers, your tongue, your--"

"That's enough," his voice was harsh but strained, and I smirked at him. I was naked in front of him, telling him what I wanted, touching him just above where I wanted to be, and I could see the effect I was having on him.

"You're sore from yesterday, and yet, here you are, teasing me? The first time I met you, you were bent over this couch for flirting at a bar, and now you're throwing yourself at your neighbor while you're still marked up from your caning. It hasn't even been 24 hours since I last had to punish you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I had stopped moving my hand, but at his question, I let it slide down further, and brought the other one to the buckle of his belt. I knew he could see the mischief in my eyes, and in his there was an equal measure of desire and ferocity. I was testing him, and he was determined to pass, but tempted to fail. He caught my wrists in his hands, his jaw locking as he stared down at me. I brought my naked body closer to him, pressing my thigh against him and moving my mouth to his neck to kiss him. He shoved against my wrists, causing me to stumble back, and as he stepped forward, he released my wrists and caught me by my hips again, spinning me in one quick movement and shoving me over the arm of the couch.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled as one hand pressed me down by my back and the other moved to my ass. I moaned and parted my legs, letting him see the way his aggression made me wet. The hand on my ass slid to where I had begged for him last night, tracing my entrance and sliding up to my clit. I bucked against the arm of the couch, gasping from the jolt of pleasure.

He reached around me, then, returning his fingers to circle my clit from the front. I felt his thighs against the back of mine as he ground himself against me through his pants. Desperate to feel more of him, I pressed back against him, and he slid his fingers back down to trace my entrance.

Was this really happening? Had I shattered his resolve?

His middle finger explored my center from the outside, and I let out a shaky breath. Slowly, he pressed his fingertip into me, swearing under his breath as he felt the soft, hot folds within. Shifting to insert his index finger alongside it, he ground the heel of his hand over my clit. I could still feel his arousal against my body where my ass burned from his work on it last night, emphasizing his authority over me as I enjoyed my power over him.

He curled his fingers inside me and I arched my back as pleasure seared through me. He fucked me harder and faster with one hand while he held me down with the other, and it wasn't long before I was writhing beneath him, crying out, and screaming his name as my orgasm washed over me.

Panting over the arm of the couch, I barely noticed his short absence before he was back again. He was still hard, and it was his turn. I started to move to take care of him, but his hand returned to my back, keeping me in place.

"What--?" the same hand that had been inside me cupped my ass on the right side, and a feeling of dread began to settle over my stomach in place of the pleasure that was now receeding. I tested his hold on me by trying to rise again and found that he was holding me firmly.

"I read recently," he said, his voice even and in control, "that pain tolerance increases until orgasm, then decreases significantly. Do you think that's true?"

I gulped. "I-I don't know," I stuttered.

"We're about to find out."

That was the only warning I got before his hand came down hard over my cane welts, punishing the same places that had been turning me on all day. I was nude under him, freshly satiated, and he was undoubtedly still hard, but he smacked my ass in a steady rhythm that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. I thought I'd gotten the best of his self-control, but he was still the one in charge. He'd beaten me at my own game. And he was right -- I was more sensitive now that I'd had my release.

"Stop, stop, aah! I can't take it!" I said as he spanked me, shocked that he'd gotten me to this point so quickly with only his hand. I felt his hand rise from my back, only to be replaced by the other before I could get up. A wooden plank was pressed softly against the center of my ass, and I blanched.

"No, no, please, you can't paddle me!" I said desperately. "It'll hurt so bad after all of this!"

"Spankings are supposed to hurt, young lady," he said in my ear, increasing the pressure on my back as he leaned in. "You should have thought about that before you tried to seduce me."

"I wasn't-- aagh!" I gasped as the paddle landed with a heavy THWACK that shot bruising pain over my whole body. It was as if I could feel it crashing over me, from my ass down to the soles of my feet and up to my head. "Okay, okay, I was just telling you Charlie would be okay with it if you wanted to--" THWACK! "Aah, Aidan!" This time, I was crying out his name for a whole other reason. I couldn't believe how much pain this sweet, caring man could deliver when he wanted to. The confession spilled out of me between hits. "We had a bet!" THWACK! "Aagh, fuck!"

"What bet?" He asked, then added, "Don't swear at me while I'm punishing you, slut." He punctuated that with another hard THWACK! that sent cold chills up my spine.

I continued desperately, knowing he was likely to punish me all through the confession, if not afterwards as well. I couldn't take it.

"Charlie and I have an open relationship," I said, "but we wanted to see if you'd f--" remembering his admonishment, I changed course slightly, "--if you'd make love to me without him telling you you could. If I could convince you..."

"You wanted to see if I'd betray my neighbor who trusted me, just for a night with you?" he asked, sounding shocked and somewhat aggrieved.

"Well, I can be pretty persuasive," I bragged, the small reprieve granted by his shock momentarily causing me to forget where I was and the throbbing pain he'd already caused me. I didn't forget it for long, however; he began raining down blows quickly and without mercy. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I was bouncing on the cushioned arm with each hit, crying a steady stream of tears, but he didn't relent. I knew what I needed to do as he continued to strike me with the hard wooden paddle, but my sobs made it nearly impossible to get the word out. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"--ed!" I sobbed.

THWACK! THWACK!

"Red!" I finally managed just as one more blow landed. THWACK! "Red, red, red, red," I said over and over, sobbing into the couch cushion.

I heard the paddle drop to the floor and he was there, gathering me into his arms, bringing me to the couch in a fireman's carry, and then hurrying first to the kitchen and then to the basket in the corner of the living room. He pressed a cold compress into my hand and guided it to my red, aching ass, then draped the blanket over me, wrapping my body up carefully and pulling me into him as he sat back down beside me. My legs were over his lap and I laid my head against his shoulder, crying into his collarbone as he held me gently and stroked my back.