Joey: Chapter 36

Two more hours we sat in that dining room, eating and drinking and chatting. I plastered a fake smile on my face the entire time, refusing to let him see that he’d gotten to me. But the whole time, my bladder threatened to explode while my ass throbbed with an irritating combination of pain and pleasure. Who the fuck does he think he is, fucking me in my own hallway and leaving me hanging? Manipulative jackass.

As soon as I get upstairs to my bedroom, I dash for the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I sigh loudly with relief. I hear the bedroom door close, and a few seconds later, Max kicks open the bathroom door and stands in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest.

“Do you mind?” I snap.

He smirks. “Not at all, baby girl.”

I look away, finish peeing, then flush and wash my hands.

“I never said you couldn’t use the bathroom for the entire night, Joey,” he says, biting back a laugh.

My head snaps around, and I glare at him. “What?”

“Just while you were on the edge earlier. I didn’t expect you to hold it all night.” This time he doesn’t bother trying to stop it. The laugh rolls out of him, filling me with rage.

“You. Are. An. Asshole!”

He steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and crossing the space between us in one stride. “I had no idea you were actually going to do as you were told.” His voice drops an octave as he moves behind me. “It’s very unlike you.” He places his hand on the vanity either side of my hips, caging me in with his arms.

I frown at him in the mirror. Why did I obey him like that?

He lifts my dress and rubs a hand over my ass.

“Stop,” I hiss.

He does, placing his hand back on the vanity as he looks at my reflection. Resting his chin on top of my head, he stares at me until I feel forced to speak just to fill the silence. “My ass is kind of sore.”

“I know.”

I swallow. Of course he knows.

Reaching back under my dress, he brushes his fingertips over my lower back. “I’m going to take the plug out, okay?”

I nod my agreement. I want to tell him to go to hell, but his fingers feel so good as they trail down the seam of my ass. Why am I this pissed at him? It was my choice to go along with his demands earlier, wasn’t it?

“Breathe, baby girl,” he says soothingly, his fingers gripping the metal base as he slowly slides the plug out of my ass.

I moan, half in pain and half in pleasure. Max turns and tosses the toy into the wash basin. I feel both empty and filled with relief now that it’s gone.

“You did so good,” he whispers in my ear.

Why does his praise always make me weak at the knees? Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react to his words, I glare at his reflection.

He drops his head low again, pressing his mouth against my ear. “This night can end one of two ways, baby.”

“And how is that?”

“You can stop acting like a brat and I’ll carry you to bed and fuck you, or you can keep glaring at me like that and I’ll bend you over this vanity and spank that ass.”

There’s a part of me, some mysterious part inside my soul, that refuses to back down from a challenge. It’s probably going to get me killed some day. My lips spread into a snarky smile. “Or there’s the third option.”

He cocks one eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“You leave me the hell alone and I go to sleep.”

Taking a minuscule step back, Max pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. Oh shit. How much worse did I just make things for myself? A sick thrill makes my skin tingle as I wonder how he’ll punish me this time. But when he lifts his head, the arrogant asshole is smirking at me in the mirror.

“What’s so funny?” I snap.

“Oh, baby girl,” he says in a voice so low and menacing, a shiver travels from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “I am going to enjoy spanking this ass so fucking much.”

I watch him in the mirror as he starts unfastening his belt, and my stomach lurches. Max is huge and strong and he’s going to spank my ass with his belt. What the hell have I done? Did I finally push him too far? “I’m sorry,” I whisper, shaking my head and flinching away. “I’ll be good.”

“Too late.”

I try to escape, but he keeps me pinned to the vanity. “M-Max.” I suck in a deep breath at the sound of leather sliding against the fabric of his suit pants.

He fists a hand in my hair, pulling me toward him until my back is flush against his chest. “Breathe,” he says softly.

I suck in another deep breath as my heart hammers in my chest.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The word leaves my mouth on instinct.

“So, relax.”

Relax? When you’re about to bend me over and spank me with a belt? But when Max pushes me down, bending me over the vanity, I offer no resistance. He slides my dress up over my ass, rubbing his huge hands over my warm skin and making me whimper. His hands on my body never fail to make me wet and needy.

“I love this ass, Joey,” he groans. “Fucking it was a goddamn honor.”

Wet heat pools between my thighs.

He dips a finger into my pussy, and to my annoyance, I moan loudly.

“And you’re so fucking wet, baby. So. Fucking. Wet.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his finger, and my knees threaten to buckle. He’s still gently finger fucking me when he slaps my ass for the first time, and rather than causing me pain, it sends a wave of bone-shaking ecstasy rolling through me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, chewing on my lip because I’m already so close to the edge and I don’t want him to stop.

He spanks me again, and his palm strikes the meaty part of my ass cheek, leaving a tingling warmth behind. He continues to spank and finger me until my vision blurs and I’m teetering over the edge of ecstasy, ready to fall into oblivion.

Then he stops.

A roar of frustration bursts out of me.

“I know, baby. Soon,” he says, his tone soft and soothing.

He picks up his belt, but I don’t have the energy to look back and see what he’s doing, so when the sound of leather cracks through the air, there’s no time to brace myself for the burning strike.

The unexpectedly intense pleasure makes me scream his name. I never thought pain could feel so good, could make my poor throbbing pussy even hungrier for him.

“Yeah?” he grunts as he spanks me again.

“I need you,” I mewl, writhing on the countertop as he spanks me again and again. Each time my ass throbs a little harder and my pussy gets wetter.

“You need me?” Smack!

“Yes,” I cry out as pleasure and heat burn through my skin. Tears roll down my cheeks as the tension builds inside me until I feel like I might explode. “Please, Max.”

“Holy shit, I need to fuck you,” he gasps, throwing his belt onto the floor.

I watch him in the mirror as he tears off his clothes. When he walks away, I want to cry. He turns on the hot water and then comes back to me. Picking me up, he carries me to the shower.

The hot water runs over my body, and with breathless anticipation, I watch him wash his cock clean. As soon as he’s done, he lifts me by my ass cheeks, slams me back against the wall, and enters me before I can take another breath.

I moan at the sweet relief of finally having him inside me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I hold tight, allowing him to give me everything I need.

“I got you, baby girl,” he grunts, driving into me again. His piercing rubs my G-spot, and he rolls his hips, dragging the tip back and forth over it. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, the life-altering orgasm bearing down on me. If he stops me again, I might die.

“You can let go, Joey. You can come this time.”

And with his permission, the orgasm rips through my body like a black hole tearing through space. “Fuck!” I scream, dragging my nails down his back. My eyes roll back and Max just goes on fucking me through it, relentless in his apparent mission to fuck me into oblivion.

“Good girl,” he growls in my ear. “Good fucking girl.”

“Max, I can’t take any more,” I whimper.

“You can, baby. Give me one more,” he grunts as he thrusts harder and deeper. My skin is on fire. My pussy and ass are throbbing. But another orgasm is already curling deep in my belly—coiling like a tight spring ready to explode like a million tiny starbursts.

My thighs tremble, and when he rubs that glorious piercing over my G-spot again, I almost pass out from the strength of my climax.

“Damn, baby, you fucking soaked me.”

My head drops onto his shoulder, and he holds me tight as he drives inside me one last time and pumps me full of his cum.

I feel dazed as Max dries me off and carries me to the bed, laying me down gently on my front, which is a good thing because my ass feels like it’s on fire.

“Don’t move,” he orders. Then he walks to my dresser and starts rummaging through my things.

“What are you doing?” I mumble, craning my neck to see him.

“I saw you had some aloe vera here.”

“Huh?”

“Got it.” He winks at me and walks back toward the bed. Lying down beside me, he strokes a hand over my ass.

I wince despite his gentleness.

“You sore?”

What do you think, genius? But I don’t say that because I can’t take any more punishment tonight and I’m too tired to be a brat. So I just nod sleepily.

“Well, you had your first ass fucking and belt spanking in the same night, baby girl. That’s quite the achievement.”

“And who’s fault is that?” I grumble. There’s only so much snark I can keep to myself.

He chuckles softly. “You tell me. Who thought she could tease me all through dinner without any consequences?”

“Me,” I huff.

He leans close, mouth pressed against my ear. “Know this, Joey, there are a lot of things you can push me on, but this hot little body isn’t one of them. You tease me with it, you’re getting fucked. I don’t care where we are or who’s around.”

His words send a shiver down my entire body. I shouldn’t be turned on by what he just said, so why am I about ready to melt into a puddle as soon as he touches me again?

“The spanking wasn’t my fault though,” I protest.

He squirts some aloe vera onto his hand. “No?”

“No.” I pout. Dammit. I’m never too tired to brat for this man.

He glides his hand over my ass again, this time coated in the cooling gel, and I moan loudly enough that I’m sure the entire house hears me. “That feels so good,” I whimper.

“Who got spanked with my belt for being a brat, Joey?” he asks with a dark chuckle as he goes on soothing my sore ass.

“Me.” I sigh contentedly, smiling as I turn my head to the side and watch him.

He catches my eye and smiles back.

“You love your little brat though, right?” I ask, catching my bottom lip between my teeth.

“More than anything in this fucking world.” He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. When he’s done rubbing gel onto my ass, he plants a sweet kiss on each cheek.

“I hope you haven’t scarred my ass, Max. I have Monique’s birthday party next week.”

“And why is your ass going to be on display for that?” he asks, a dangerous undertone to his voice that makes me shiver.

“Because it’s a pool party. I’ll be wearing a bikini.”

He places the bottle on the nightstand, lies down, and pulls me on top of him. I snuggle into him like he’s my personal body pillow.

“I didn’t scar your ass, but we’re going to revisit you wearing a tiny bikini around a bunch of horny douchebags without me there.”

“It’s girls only. Although I guess they can be horny douchebags too.” I snicker.

He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me. “I guess.”

“I’m wearing a bikini, Max,” I say, yawning and nuzzling my cheek against his hard chest.

“Hmm. We’ll see, baby girl.”