After the Show...

She gave herself the once over in the mirror. Her jeans rode low enough that the top of her tattoo would show and her shirt was cropped enough that a hint of the golden skin of her abs would tease him. Bending at the waist she flipped her hair over and ran the brush through it. He was going to kill her.

This was the craziest idea she had come up with yet. Flipping her head back the golden red strands settled over her shoulders and down her back. She had never tried to distract him when he was on stage before. She spritzed on her perfume. She hoped he was in a good mood.

Finding her seat she held her breath as music started. And there he was, black leather shirt, the zipper open to mid chest, tighter than sin jeans. He was magnificent. She could hardly breathe.

Even in that brief instant, when he had only just taken the stage she wanted him, craved him. Wanted him to want her. She sang along as the rest of the crowd did. Waiting for that moment when his eyes found hers. Then, during the chorus, it happened.

Taking the stage he hadn't seen her right away. When he got to the first chorus, he scanned the faces in the front row and there she was. Damn did she have to be so beautiful? He nearly stammered his way through the end of the song. He was glad his shirt covered him. The hard on he was sporting would be glaringly obvious. He already knew some of the fans had dubbed him "lefty". He didn't need to give them any more ammo.

He tried not to look at her, not to watch her as she moved and swayed with the crowd. It wasn't easy. Every time she raised her damn hands all he could see was the golden smooth expanse of her stomach and the glint of her navel ring. He caught her eye and she winked at him. Fuck. She was going to pay for this.

He managed to keep going, not flubbing any lines. How, he didn't know but he did. When they came to Bed of Roses he dragged her up to dance during the solo. "Are you trying to kill me? I'm working here you know." His breath was hot on her skin.

She nodded as they swayed. "I know" she spoke directly into his ear.

He pulled back and stared at her for a split second before touching his lips to her ear. "You're going to get it later."

She smiled wickedly. "I was hoping you'd say that." He danced her back over to the pit and carried on with the rest of the show.

Grabbing a towel as he ran off the stage he headed down the hall and toward the door. His assistant handed him a fresh shirt on the way. Pulling it on he dragged himself into the backseat of the dark SUV. She was there waiting for him. He didn't say a word as he rubbed his face and head with the towel.

She sat across from him, her fingers tapping out a rhythm on her thigh. She had no idea what was in store for her. He wouldn't even look at her. She turned and looked out the window. She must have taken things too far this time. They rode on in a silence she couldn't stand. "I'm sor...".

He cut her off. "Not a word."

She nodded and pulled her lips in, her mouth a tight line.

The car stopped in front of the building on Mercer Street. He took her hand and dragged her out of the car and up the steps. They rode the elevator up in silence. He could feel her practically vibrating next to him. He cast a sidelong glance at her, she had her eyes closed and her lips were in such a pretty pout he very nearly dropped the pretense of being mad and kissed her stupid. Nearly. He dragged his eyes away, instead watching the lights for each floor dim as they crept ever higher.

The doors slid open on their floor and he tugged her down the hall. When the door clicked shut he turned and pressed her up against it. "You were a bad girl tonight. You need to be punished." His breath was hot on her neck and she shuddered as the tip of his tongue drew circles where her pulse raced.

He pulled his head back, his eyes gleaming in the dimness of the room. "You still need to be punished for your stunt with my computer too."

Her eyes widened and heated. She thought he had forgotten about that.

"No baby, I didn't forget. I've just been waiting for the right time. That time is now." He dragged her away from the door and up the stairs.

He stopped and turned in the middle of their room. The moonlight streamed through the wide windows draping him in a silvery glow. "Undress me." She pulled at his shirt, tugging it over his head. Before it hit the floor her hands were stroking over his sweat-soaked skin, her fingers sliding over the distorted front even as she worked the buttons open. Dropping to her knees she slid the damp denim over his hips and down his legs. Once he was free she started to rise but his hands on her shoulders kept her on her knees. "Suck me."

She looked up at him; he had to be kidding. He hadn't even showered yet. Blue stared into golden brown, daring her to stop, waiting to see if she would play along. Biting back a smile, she opened her mouth and took him, all of him, reveling in the salty, musky flavor of him. Gripping a hip with one hand, she wrapped her free one around the base of him. With her hand and mouth working in tandem, she had him close in seconds. When she swallowed and hummed, he flooded her throat and mouth.

He tugged on her hair and looked down at her. “You’re too damned good at that.”

At her satisfied smiled he pulled her up from the floor. “Strip.” He settled in the easy chair in the corner to watch.

Stepping out of her shoes, she started swaying to the exotic beat that filled her mind. She loved having him watch her; loved that he was playing along. She knew he wasn’t really mad at her, but he was doing a damn good job of pretending.

Slowly she peeled her shirt off, her hands sliding up her toned stomach, cupping her unfettered breasts as the black cotton fluttered to the floor. Turning her back to him she worked on the jeans, bending at the waist as she lowered them, the denim pooling around her ankles.

Jon watched in silence, his cock waking up the more she touched herself. He loved that she was so completely at ease with her body. She wasn’t ashamed in the least to show him what she wanted or to tell him how she wanted it. It was one of the many things he loved most about her. When she turned her back on him he frowned. When she bent over, he was out of the chair like a shot.

Her thong was the only thing between her flesh and him. Wrapping one arm around her waist to anchor her to him, he caressed the firm globes of her ass. Up to that moment he hadn’t decided what her punishment was going to be. Stroking her ass once more he made his decision.

His fingers skated lower, finding her drenched already. He slid two inside her and she shudder violently in his grasp. “You know what’s coming, don’t you baby?”

She closed her eyes and smiled, she knew all right. He hadn’t played the spanking card in a while. Apparently tonight it was at the top of the deck. She wriggled against him and he brought his hand down none to gently on one creamy cheek.

“Stay still.”

She stopped moving and he stroked his hand over the mark he left. “You earned this tonight, don’t fight me baby.”

She peered through the strands of golden red that were shielding her face. His face was set but the lust in his eyes gave him away. She nodded. “How many?”

He backed up and sat down on the bench at the end of the bed, pulling her across his lap, tugging the thong, snapping the elastic against her skin as it lost the fight. “I think 20 is fair.” He pulled her hair back, forcing her to look at him. “Ten for each hour you tortured me tonight.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“And” he stroked her bottom, dipping his fingers into her again, “you don’t get to cum until I say so.” He watched her eyes widen and her mouth form an ‘o’. “That’s for messing with my computer. Understand?”

This was new. He hadn’t ever not let her cum before. Would she be able to? She was about to find out. “Okay” she replied breathlessly.

The first sharp slap stung, the second took her breath. By the time he was at seven she was dripping. How would she ever make it to 20?

When he got to ten he stopped, stroking the warm, red cheeks. His fingers dipped lower. She was so wet he could feel it on his legs. He found her little knot of nerves standing proud and worried it. He wanted to see just how far he could push her.

She wriggled on his lap while his fingers played. She desperately wanted the release he was teasing her with. She was close to begging for it when his fingers disappeared.

“You’ve got ten more coming baby” he whispered hoarsely. He was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her, but he wanted to finish the game.

She nearly sobbed she was so close. Could she take ten more without losing it completely?

Each slap brought her closer and closer to calling an end to the game. Every time she got close though, he would stop and caress her stinging cheeks; giving her time to settle down before starting up again. When he got to twenty, she was ready to scream.

Sliding her pants from her ankles he helped her stand. “Okay baby?”

She shook her head, “no Jonny, please” she begged.

He shook his head, “not yet. Get on the bed.” His tone softened and he crawled up after her.

This was how he loved to see her. She was beautiful in her arousal. Her hair flamed out around her on the pillows, her breath came in pants; her eyes were so dark, he wasn’t sure she could even see him. Crawling up over her he took a pebble hard nipple in his mouth. She screamed and arched off the bed. She couldn’t take any more.

He pressed his lips over hers, shushing her. “You promise to be a good girl from now on baby?”

She nodded her head. She would promise him anything if he would just fuck her already.

His lips twitched and his hand skated down her body, his fingers stroking her lightly. “You sure?”

She lifted her hips to his touch urgently. “God Jon, fuck me already, please!”

“Tsk tsk baby, such language.” He moved over her, pushing her legs apart, teasing her just a little more as he hovered over her. “I might have to punish you again.”

Her eyes flew open, “if you don’t fuck me now, you’re going to have to take up permanent residence on the couch in your office.”

“Cum for me now.” He told her as he plunged into her, driving her screaming into the mouth of madness. He followed closely on her heels.

When he could breathe again, when he could move, he slid off of her. She curled into him, still vibrating with the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever given her. “Damn Jonny.”

He wrapped a sweaty arm around her. "You can say that again. Are you okay?”

She nodded against his chest. “Yeah. I won’t be able to sit tomorrow though.”

“It’s your own fault baby. These games of yours get you into all kinds of trouble you know.”

Glenna sighed, “I know, but next time, I get to spank you.”

He chuckled, “we’ll see about that baby. We’ll see.”