Page 86 of Romancing the Rifleman
“Absolutely sure.Only…” She swallowed.“I’m not sure how to go about it.Do I just swat you a few times with the crop, or…?”
He shook his head.“There’s a lot more to it than that.But if you’re truly willing?—”
“I am,” she said fiercely.
He studied her for a moment, then nodded.“All right.The first thing you’re going to do is catch me misbehaving…”
Chapter44
Diana paced the front room nervously.When she’d taken up the riding crop, she hadn’t realized she would need to do more than swat Harrington a few times on the bottom.
Little had she realized how complicated his desires were, and how deeply rooted they were to his inner psyche.
Still, although there were a surprising number of steps, he had given her detailed directions, and she thought she just might be able to pull this off…
She cleared her throat.He had said he would need but a minute to get into position.
Gathering her courage, she opened the bedroom door.
Harrington lay naked atop the counterpane, eyes closed, stroking his erect cock.
Her instinct was to climb on the bed and join him, but she suppressed it.One thing he had emphasized was that the sterner she was with him, the more he would like it.
He had also said that the interlude should commence with her catching him “misbehaving.”It was important that he earn his spanking.She therefore assumed that was how he wanted her to interpret his masturbation.
She narrowed her eyes and made her voice sharp.“Harrington Astley!I specifically told you that I wanted your cock tonight.And yet, here I find you, about to spend without me!”
An expression of purest pleasure washed over his face.“Diana.Oh, myGod!”
She ignored him, striding up to the bed.“You leave me no choice but to punish you.”She felt completely ridiculous saying the words, but this was what he had assured her he wanted, so she forced them out.It helped that he groaned, his face a portrait of ecstasy, as she uttered them.
She swatted the outside of his thigh with the crop.“On your hands and knees.”
He complied but gasped, “Not yet.Don’t spank me quite yet.So good, Diana.Draw it out.Please!”
On the one hand, this was reassuring.On the other… draw it out?How on earth was she supposed to do that?
Well, he had been “misbehaving” by touching himself.
Perhaps that was something she could use…
Dropping the crop on the bed, she knelt beside him.Reaching beneath him, she took his cock in her own hand and began stroking up and down.“Is this what you like?”
He groaned in response, head lolling to the side.
An idea occurred to her.“I’ve told you, you’re only allowed to spend inside of me.You’re not allowed to spill on the counterpane.”His cock pulsed in her hand.She stroked him faster.“Don’t come.Don’t come.You’re not allowed to come.”
A dreamy smile washed over his face, as if this ridiculous demand were the nicest thing she could have said to him.“You’re going to make me come.”
“Don’t you dare,” she said, careful to keep her voice strict.“You’re not to spend.You’ll be insomuch trouble if you spend.”
“Diana!”He made a strangled sound but didn’t move to stop her from stroking him.“It’s too good!You’re going to bring me off!”
“No.No, no, no.”She timed her strokes to match her words.“Don’t come.You mustn’t come.I will have no choice but to punish you if you?—”
He cut her off with a cry as his body stiffened and his cock pulsed in her hand.Helpless, Harrington shuddered as his seed spilled onto the counterpane.After a moment, his cock, and his body, went limp.
Inspiration struck again.“Oh, dear.Look what a mess you’ve made.”
