Claimed Harder by Em Brown
Chapter 24
DARREN
Past
Ihad just come as close to making love as sex gets for me, and Bridget ruins the moment by telling me afterward that she talked to Joseph Mok.
“I told you to stay away from the guy,” I say as we lie in bed.
Outside the bedroom window, the moon is nearly full, a bright white coin in a cloudless sky.
“Why?” Bridget asks.
“Because I said so.”
She groans. “Just because I let you do your BDSM thing doesn’t mean you get to boss me around outside of sex.”
“My BDSM thing?” She has no idea what “my BDSM thing” really entails.
“Besides, it’s not like I went up to him,” she continues. “He came and sat down next to me at the pool.”
“Could you have walked away?”
“Yes, but that would have been rude at first.”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay, I was a little curious about him since you seemed to dislike him so much,” she admits. “Did you really sleep with his girlfriend?”
That fucking douche told her that?
“I didn’t know she was with him at first,” I reply.
“‘At first?’”
“He was being a jerk, getting up in my face even after I apologized. We got into a fight, and yeah, I slept with her the next day. Didn’t plan to, but she invited me up to her place.”
I could have kept things simple by lying, but for some reason I didn’t feel like lying to Bridget. Maybe because she’d sniff out the truth. I don’t know.
“No wonder he doesn’t like you!”
I look at her in disbelief. “You’re taking his side?”
“If you think about it…wait, what kind of fight did you get in?”
“I broke his nose.”
Her eyes widen. “Well, that just adds to it!”
“The guy’s a grade-A asshole.”
“I don’t disagree, but breaking his nose?”
I growl and look away. “It’s a guy thing.”
“Did you try diplomacy first?”
“No, I did not try any fucking diplomacy. We were in a dive bar, not the United Nations. I was drunk, he was drunk. If it makes you happy, I learned my lesson. I don’t get drunk like that anymore. At least not in public bars in foreign countries.”
Bridget is quiet, and I regret my tone of voice, but I’m still upset that Joseph spoke with her. Grabbing the panties I took off her earlier, I flip her onto her stomach and tie her wrists behind her with the underwear.
“What else did he say to you?” I ask.
“That was pretty much it.”
I lie on top of her, tug at her earlobe with my teeth, and slip my had between her thighs. “I think there was more.”
“He said he knew you didn’t like him. Oh! That feels good…”
“What else?”
“Um, he asked if you were serious about me, and…said I was bitchy.”
I stop fondling her clit. “What?!”
“I didn’t like his questions and told him I wanted to get back to my work.”
I wish I could have been there to witness exactly how their exchange went. I don’t like that Mok called Bridget bitchy, but I’m glad she was antagonistic toward him.
“That it?” I press, caressing her clit again.
“Yes, I swear.”
Satisfied she’s telling the truth, I pull her down past the edge of the bed so that her feet touch the floor and her ass rounds the end of the bed nicely.
“Don’t move,” I tell her.
I didn’t bring any toys for impact play, so I look around to see what there is. I go into the bathroom and return with her hairbrush, which is made of bamboo and has a rectangular head, practically a paddle.
“How many?”
“How many what?” she asks.
“Spanks. For disobeying me when I told you to stay away from Joseph Mok.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“You want me to pick the number?”
She eyes the brush I hold. “You spanking me with that?”
I slap the flat side of the brush into my other hand. “If you pick a number that’s too low, I’ll add twenty to it.”
Her eyes widen. “What’s considered too low?”
“Below what you can handle.”
“I’ve never been spanked by a hairbrush before!”
I sit down next to her and caress the curve of her ass. “Do your best guess.”
“Can I see what one feels like first?”
A fair enough request. I rub her ass cheeks, warming her up, then reach below for her clit and folds. I caress her till she’s good and wet.
“That feels reeeeally good,” she croons.
With my hand, I smack her lightly on the buttocks. Her ass is perfection. I don’t like them too hard or muscular, and I don’t like them flabby. Hers is incredibly smooth, too. Not a single pimple or blemish. I lean over and kiss the cheeks. I lick, mouth and grope the orbs. She should be warmed up now.
“Here’s your sample,” I tell her before smacking the brush against a buttock.
She yelps.
“How was that?” I inquire.
“Not too bad.”
“So how many can you take?”
“Twelve maybe?”
It’s more than I thought she would say. “Twelve, it is.”
I caress the other buttock before spanking it with the brush. I land a second blow to the previous buttock.
She gasps. “That one hurt more.”
I massage the spheres and explain, “It’ll hurt more as your ass becomes more and more sensitive.”
“I didn’t know that!”
“Now you know.”
I spank each half twice. A beautiful pink coloring starts to surface.
“How did that feel?” I ask.
“They really sting.”
“You’re halfway there already.”
I tap the brush gently on one cheek. She tenses, but I move to lightly slapping the other cheek. When she relaxes, I give her rump a good wallop. She cries out and shuffles her feet. After letting the sting settle in, I spank the other side. Her hands instinctively move to cover her rear, but I pin her wrists in place as I deliver two more smacks with greater force. She yelps and squirms. Her legs bend beneath her.
“Straighten your legs,” I tell her.
With a groan, she returns to her previous position and lifts her ass higher when I tell her to. I turn the brush over and tap the bristles to her rump. She makes a face.
“I’m throwing that hairbrush away,” she grumbles.
“You don’t think I can find something else to spank you with?” I ask. I turn the brush back around. “Last two. And when we’re done, you say, ‘Thank you, sir.’”
“To pour salt in the wound. That the sadistic icing on the cake?”
“As a show of appreciation that I’ve taken the time to teach you better.”
She rolls her eyes.
“That kind of attitude just earned you two extra spanks,” I tell her.
Her body jumps when I deliver the final four whacks.
“Shit!” she swears through clenched teeth, burying her face in the bed.
Some Doms don’t let their subs swear, but I don’t have a problem with it. I assess the redness on her backside. There’s no bruising, but it was only fourteen smacks. Some women do bruise easily, but Bridget seems to have tolerated the spanking well. Her ass may burn for a bit, but it won’t be painful enough that she can’t sit.
“What do you say?” I ask her.
She turns her head and gives me a small glare. “Thank you, sir.”
“What’s the lesson?”
“To stay away from Joseph Mok.”
Setting aside the brush, I fondle her between the legs. “Did you like the spanking?”
“Not particularly.”
“You did well, though. So now you get rewarded.”
I alternate between sinking two digits into her and rubbing her clit.
“I like what you’re doing now.”
“If I make you feel good, would you take a spanking again in the future?”
She thinks about it. “Would you use a hairbrush again?”
“Maybe. I prefer impact toys like paddles, crops and canes to everyday household items. The cane leaves really nice purple streaks.”
I grope a buttock with my free hand, imagining her ass decorated in black and blue.
“It would also depend on the number of spanks,” she says.
“Don’t worry. We’d work our way up to higher numbers.”
“Higher numbers? Like what?”
“I haven’t counted once I pass a hundred.”
“A hundred?! Are you serious?”
I intensify the masturbating. “I think you could make it there.”
She doesn’t answer. Probably fixated on her impending climax. Except she hasn’t asked to come yet. Which would mean another punishment, but I don’t want to overdo it in one session. I slow my hand. A minute later, she requests permission to come.
“Yes,” I answer, “on my command.”
I step away from her and go over to my bag to retrieve a vibrator. My cock is definitely up for another go. Standing behind her, I rub my tip along her pussy. She feels so good all wet and slippery against me. I tease her clit with my cock before sinking in. She moans as I rock my hips in long, drawn thrusts.
I turn on the vibrator. “When you come, I want you to come hard, got that?”
“Yes. I mean, yes, sir.”
I slap my groin into her still blushing ass before nestling the vibrator against her.
She writhes beneath me. “Oh-my-God-I’m-going-to-come.”
I retract the vibrator slightly. “Hold it.”
She strains and pants. “I…”
“Hold it.”
She goes silent.
I press the vibrator deeper into her. “Now.”
Her body actually started spasming before I gave her the go-ahead, but it was close enough. She screams into the bed while I slam my way home, the sound of smacking flesh drowned only by the sound of the bed hitting the wall. It feels like sunshine bursting through my body as I pump furiously. Draining myself into her is my highest craving in that moment.
But even though it feels so damn good to empty myself deep within her, I know this same craving will be back. Over and over again, I’m going to have to fulfill this need for her. And except for the times I wished my father were still alive, I can’t remember wanting anything more.
