“First thing on Monday, you’re going to schedule an appointment with your doctor .” He searched through the grass parking lot for a vehicle he couldn’t automatically match to any other members. He found one, a dark little four door that looked to be at least fifteen years past its warranty. “This yours?” he asked, fishing her keys out of his pocket.
She rose up, trying to see first over his shoulder and then under his arm. “Yes, but why?”
“You’re going to get a full physical and blood work-up done. I want the results in my hand as soon as you get them.”
“What—”
“Hold still .” He unlocked the passenger door, swept his foot back and forth across the ground a few times, and then bent to set her down. He kept hold of her elbow. “Watch your head.”
“Hey—”
Planting a hand on top of her head, he guided her down into the passenger seat and leaned in to fasten her seat belt.
“Watch the door.”
He shut it before she could do more than open her mouth to protest. He walked around to the driver’s side.
“Can I please finish a sentence?” she snipped peevishly the instant he settled behind the wheel.
“Sure.” He stuck the key in the ignition and started the car. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
Her mouth dropped open, then promptly closed again. “No.”
“I’m partial to it, both for pleasure and for punishment. If you’re going to be with me, you may as well get used to the idea now. But since I plan to introduce you to a lot of new things tonight, unless you decide to be uncooperative, we’ll save that particular first time for another night.”
There she went again, staring across the car at him with those sexy/ wary bedroom eyes and her mouth gaping open. “Um…”
“Do you know what figging is?” Hooking his arm across the backs of her seat , he backed the car out of its space.
“Why do we need a tarp, why do you want my medical records, and there is no way you’ll ever convince me to combine sex with fruit. Ever.”
Switching gears, Sam laughed and shook his head. “First, figging involves a ginger root, not an actual fig. And second, we’re going to pass right by a Walmart Supercenter on the way home. Take that tone with me again and I’ll not only stop for the biggest, thickest, ripest piece of ginger root I can find, but a banana too and we’ll just see where you, fruit and sex still stand by the time I’m done with you.”
She fidgeted, but managed not to say another word as they bumped and jostled their way out of the field. She eyed him once or twice, but didn’t manage to find her tongue again until the car was once more on paved blacktop. “Why do we need a tarp, sir?”
Sam smiled. “Tenacious. I like that. The tarp was offered on the off chance that I’d want to cut you tonight . But that’s not going to happen,” he said gently, leading her along with a teasing, “because…?”
She thought a moment. “Because you want to make sure I’m healthy and don’t have AIDs?”
“Close enough.”
“It’s really hard to get comfortable with my hands bound like this.”
“It’s only a few miles more.”
She fidgeted again, now and then glancing at him when she thought he couldn’t see it. “I shouldn’t have gone home with you,” she finally said.
Sam didn’t take offense . “No, you shouldn’t have. And if you ever do something this risky with anyone other than me, I’ll bust a paddle across your ass.”
“I don’t know a thing about you.”
“You know the important things.”
“I know you like to pull hair and have a fruit fetish.” There was that peevishness again.
Sam had to work at hiding his smile. He glanced in the rearview to make sure there were no cars behind him. The road was dark as far as he could see in either direction. He hit the blinker and pulled over onto the gravel side of the road.
“Is this where you live?” Hannah asked, peering out the surrounding cattle pasture. “I don’t see any houses.”
“That’s because there aren’t any.” He put the car in park and got out. Strolling around to her side, he opened up the back and dug her jeans out of his bag. Folding them twice, he dropped them on the gravel right outside her door.
“What are you doing ?” she asked nervously when he opened her car door as wide as it would go and leaned in to unbuckle her.
“Watch your feet.” He took her arm and placed his hand on top of her head to protect her from accidentally bumping it as he helped her out. “Stand on your pants.”
“Why?” She locked her legs, resisting when he turned her, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from tucking her up under his arm or pinning her bent across his hip. “No, wait! Sir, please!”
His shirt offered nothing in the way of padding, but he tucked it up under her squirming hands, leaving her pale bottom completely exposed and softly illuminated in the yellow of the car’s courtesy light. He didn’t leave her waiting; that glimpse of peevish temper had already melted away, leaving her both looking and sounding scared. Sam didn’t want her scared of him. He wanted her respectful, comfortable, maybe now and then even a little bit wary, particularly when— like now— he was in a playful mood . Playful , however, did not mean he was willing to put up with attitude. So, he gave her a little taste of what she— knowingly or not—had been asking for; he spanked her.
Ask any other sub at the Sanctuary, and they would cheerfully pronounce that what he gave Hannah right then and there was little more than love taps. He barely put a rosy hue on her pretty little bottom cheeks; to listen to Hannah, one would think he’d skinned her alive. He half expected her to come up off his hip fighting mad, either because she really was outraged or (in the case of some submissives ) because she wanted him to finish the job and do it right. Hannah came up like a smacked puppy, bouncing a cute little dance meant to waggle out some of the sting and only folding herself into his arms and burrowing against his chest because he was bigger and stronger and that’s where he pulled her.
“You’re okay ,” he mused, holding her for as long as she seemed to need and letting go only when she sniffled and finally pulled away. He tucked her back into the car, buckled her in again and the rest of the ride was made in near total silence. It wasn’t until he was pulling into the driveway of the rental house he shared with five other Doms (each of whom had poured every penny he owned into the Castle project) that she sniffled and said, “He’s not going to give you the permits.”
Sam didn’t need to ask who she meant. “I know.”
He took the keys out of the ignition and was about to get out when, very softly, she said, “Master Sam, can I ask you something?”
One hand on the handle, he turned back to look at her and waited.
“Was that a hard spanking? The one you gave me?”
As if there could any doubt as to what she’d meant.
He tried not to smile , wanting to take her question with all the seriousness she seemed to think it required. “Not even close.”
He started to get out, but she stopped him again. “Sir?”
Again, he paused.
She squirmed in her seat, grinding her bottom against the cushion, no doubt feeling the faint sting and heat he’d put there and trying to nerve herself up to ask the question he could already sense lurking between them.
“W-would you spank me very hard if… if I needed it?”
“Every single time ,” he said promptly. “Even if you didn’t think you needed it. And, like tonight, even when you need it and I disagree on the reason why. That was just a taste, Hannah. We’re going to go inside now and don’t worry, when it’s done, you won’t have to ask again if that was hard.”
He nodded to show he meant it and, leaving her to think that over, got out of the car. He came around to her side, opened the door and reached in to unbuckle her.
“Sam?” She whispered it so softly, he almost didn’t hear her. He pulled back far enough to meet her uncertain eyes. She bit her bottom lip. “Do you still want to have sex with me?”
Pulling the seatbelt out from between them, he braced himself against the back of her chair and caught her chin in his hand. He smiled. “With or without the fruit.”
Just Right!
