Making the Rules by Ashe Barker – Extended Preview

Ben stepped back, cast a glance at the untouched glass of wine and his own lager. “We’ll finish those later, in bed. For now, I prefer to keep a clear head and you should too.”

Lily nodded, relieved that at least one of them was making sense.

“Now you can remove your clothes.”

“Oh.”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead, then strolled to the double bed in the centre of the room. He settled himself against the pillows, his feet dangling off the side so as not to bring his shoes onto Gina’s spotless bedding.

“Are you going to watch?”

“I am, certainly. I hope you won’t keep me waiting.”

“Everything? You want me to take everything off?” Perhaps he meant just down to her underwear. Lily blessed the instinct that had made her choose a matching purple lace bra and panties set after she showered. Yesterday had been intense, but she was beginning to think this might be her hottest sexual experience ever.

“Everything. Completely naked. I want to look at you, see every inch of you.”

Oh. God.

Lily stood, immobile, trying desperately to collect her scattered thoughts. Where to start?

“Is any part of my instruction unclear?”

“No. Sorry, it’s just…”

“Then do it. Now.”

Did she detect the slightest hardening of his tone, a sliver of cold steel in among the velvet softness? A thread of authority that demanded obedience? Whatever—just the hint of it was enough to spur Lily into action.

She started with her glasses, offering up silent thanks that her eyesight wasn’t so bad she couldn’t manage without them. It would be a pity to miss the fine detail of what promised to be a most interesting end to the evening. Next, she pulled her top over her head and tossed it onto the chair a few feet away from where she stood. Her breasts were smaller than she might like, but shown to their best advantage this evening, cradled within the lavender coloured and artfully crafted silk and lace, lifted and held up for display. She looked good, she knew it.

Ben Tyler’s thoughts were indiscernible. The man gave nothing away as he watched, his expression alert, interested without a shadow of doubt, but for now seemingly reserving judgement. Lily allowed her gaze to drift lower, and was reassured by the distinct bulge tenting his pants. He might have his poker face on, but his cock wasn’t playing that game.

“Quit ogling me. We both know you’re sexy as fuck. Now get on with your task.”

“I’m sorry,” Lily mumbled as she kicked off her ankle boots.

“That’s ‘I’m sorry, Sir.’”

“What?” She glanced up at him, her fingers on the zipper of her skirt.

“When we’re here, together, just the two of us and you’re already half-naked and on the point of begging me to fuck you, you’ll call me ‘Sir.’”

“I will?”

Ben nodded. “You will.”

He was right, she would. It was yet another curious phenomenon to examine later, but for now, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He gave her a half-smile. “Continue.”

Lily removed her skirt and flung it over to join her top on the chair. Next, she peeled down the dark grey tights she had chosen for the evening to reveal the skimpy lavender concoction beneath. She often preferred the comfort of a thong, but the figure-hugging outfit she had selected for her evening with Ben made the matter non-negotiable. She paused for a moment, in just her bra and panties, then reached behind her for the clasp. The bra dropped forward, loose, and Lily allowed it to slip down to her wrists before she had chance to think again. She hoped her breasts could stand up to close scrutiny without the additional aid, but she had no doubt that, whatever he might think on the matter, Ben Tyler would be polite.

Whether he would make further comment on her bare pussy remained to be seen. Lily had booked the Brazilian wax just before coming up to Yorkshire, something of an impulse, she supposed, though she did usually prefer the freshness of being truly naked. She held her breath as she rolled the panties down and kicked them away, then forced herself to stand still, upright, her shoulders back as Ben rolled from the bed and approached her slowly.

He walked around her, pausing, she imagined, to peruse her still faintly pink arse before completing his circuit. He brushed his knuckles down her smooth mound.

“This is beautiful,” he breathed. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I mean, I sort of prefer… It was for me,” she blurted.

“It’s for me, now. All for me, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His approving smile was all the reward she needed for her acquiescence. Slowly, he drew the backs of his fingers up the length of her torso, drawing his knuckles between her breasts before taking her left nipple between his finger and thumb. He rolled the stiff little bud and Lily bit back a moan.

He caught it, and smiled. “You don’t have to be quiet.”

“I don’t… It’s just that someone might hear.”

“No, they won’t. There’s no one but us on this floor. You can relax, Lily, and enjoy yourself.”

“I am. I think.”

“You think? How about we find out for sure?” His free hand slipped between her legs to caress her labia. Unthinking, Lily widened her stance. Ben stroked her folds, tracing the outer, then the inner lips of her smooth pussy before dipping a finger inside her tight, wet channel.

Lily couldn’t have contained her gasp, then her moan of pure pleasure as he withdrew his finger, only to plunge it back, deeper the second time. She grabbed his upper arms for support, afraid she might just dissolve into a puddle at his feet.

Ben inserted a second finger, twisting his hand and scissoring the digits inside her to caress her inner walls. Lily wondered if despite her best efforts she might melt after all.

He pulled his fingers out and she wanted to protest at the sudden, aching emptiness. He held up his hand, coated with her juices. “Ah, yes, no doubt about it. You are enjoying yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No regrets so far?” He continued to roll her nipple between his fingers, applying more pressure now, almost to the point of discomfort.

“No, Sir… except…”

He waited, one eyebrow raised as he squeezed her nipple until she gasped. “Except?” he prompted.

“Aren’t you getting undressed too? I mean, shouldn’t we both be naked?”

“If I decide that’s the way to go with this. For now, I’m happy as we are.”

“But you said you’d fuck me. You… you promised. I think.”

“I did. And?”

“It would be rude. To do that, with your clothes on.”

Ben released her now throbbing nub and leaned in to mouth his words right into her ear. “My sweet Lily, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you, pleading with me, and you really won’t care whether I’m naked or not.”

“Oh. But—”

“Even so, I wouldn’t want you to consider me ill-mannered. I will remember the preference you’ve expressed, and take it into account. Good enough?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good to continue?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, please.”

His lip quirked as he moved to once again stand behind her. “Can you touch your toes, Lily?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Do it for me, then, with your feet as far apart as you can manage.”

Her stomach lurched. This was about to get really serious, really personal. It was just too intimate.

“Sir, I…”

“Problem, Lily?”

“No one has ever…”

“Someone’s about to. You either bend over, now, or you just say no. Which is it to be, Lily?”

She drew in a breath, let it go then drew in another. His simple question, the choice he offered her, made it all so uncomplicated. She bent at the waist and laid her palms flat on the floor in front of her widespread feet.

Ben took his time. Almost too much time. Lily had never felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she did in those moments when she knew he was looking at her. She could almost feel the warmth of his gaze as he assessed her exposed pussy, still disgracefully wet, soaking with her juices. He had only to part her arse cheeks ever so slightly for a perfect view of the tight, untouched pucker of her rear hole. Mortified, she clenched her teeth as he laid his palms on her upraised cheeks and spread them to reveal her most private place.

But she didn’t move, and she didn’t protest. She’d had an idea what to expect. Lily knew that humiliation and lack of privacy, of dignity came with the territory. Even though the reality of it was almost excruciatingly personal, she held her position and allowed him to look his fill. Despite her resolve, however, she couldn’t help but flinch when he used his thumbs to part the lips of her pussy.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, Sir. I just… I’m finding this very difficult.”

“I expect you are. You’re doing well, but I do want you to keep very still while I explore what’s mine for tonight. Do you understand?”

“I’ll try, Sir.”

“I’ll make it a bit easier for you. If you move, I’ll spank you. Like this.”

Lily yelped as a sharp slap sent a sting of discomfort shimmering across her left buttock. It was gone in an instant, but had hurt momentarily. More, though, it was unexpected, a shock even, and instinctively she started to rise.

“Stay where you are.” The command was if anything sharper and more of a surprise than the slap had been. And infinitely more powerful. Lily returned to her original position, and she waited.

Ben caressed her smarting buttock with his palm, soothing the hurt away. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” His tone had gentled again.

“I… I’m not sure. It’s just, I didn’t expect that.”

“I know, but now you do. You can call a halt if you want to. Nothing’s going to happen without your consent, but I ought to mention, you’re very wet down here. I’m thinking you might not like being punished, or you think you don’t, but being spanked to remind you to behave winds your crank as much as having my fingers in your pussy did.”

Lily blinked, reluctant to admit, even to herself, that he might be right. “Please, not too hard. I’m not…”

“Of course not too hard. Never too hard.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make you come. I doubt this will take long, you’re a horny little thing, and I’ve hardly started on you yet. Then, I think I might like to lie you on the bed, your legs spread for me, and do it all again with my tongue. By then, I rather think the pleading will be in full swing. You’ll be begging to be fucked.”

“Maybe I should just beg now.”

“Maybe you should, maybe you will. It’ll make no difference. I’m setting the pace here and I want to see you come for me first.”

Lily groaned as the reality, the heady, exhilarating, frustrating, and inevitable truth of her situation sank in. He was in control, had been, she now recognised, since she first laid eyes on him the day before yesterday. It had all been leading to this and now she could only submit. And hope he would treat her well. She had to trust him. It was strangely easy to do that, she found.

“Yes, Sir. If that’s what you prefer.”

“Okay, so let’s get to know each other a bit better, shall we? I want to know what you like, what really turns you on, so please feel free to tell me. But remember, no wriggling. Now, where was I?”

Lily spoke without thinking. “You’d just parted my pussy lips, Sir, with your thumbs, I think.”

“Yes, I did. I’m glad you were paying attention.” He repeated the action, this time spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand and driving two digits from the other hand deep into her cunt. Lily sighed her pleasure, and swayed slightly on her feet.

“Lily…” There was a warning in his tone.

“Sorry, Sir.” She stiffened her knees, determined to hold her position.

Ben’s fingers were gentle as they slid in and out of her pussy, first a series of short, rapid strokes, then deepening and slowing. A third finger joined the first two, and now she felt the stretch, the sensation of fullness, of being pushed toward some limit she had no prior notion about.

“Sir, I… oh. Oh!”

“Does that feel good, Lily?”

“Yes, Sir, it does. So good…”

He placed his free hand on her buttock, the one he had so unexpectedly slapped just a few minutes ago. Now he caressed and stroked, as though soothing any residual sting away. It was gone anyway, and now she merely revelled in the sensuality of his touch as he twisted his fingers within her to stroke the front wall of her pussy. Then she shrieked, unable to contain her cry as pleasure surged.

He appeared to know just where to stroke her to repeat the sensation, and soon Lily was gasping and moaning and trying harder than she ever had to remain perfectly still. It was a losing battle, and when he slid the hand from her buttock to reach beneath her and squeeze her clit, she lost the fight entirely.

Her hips gyrated almost of their own volition as wave after wave of sensual delight surged through her, starting at the sweet spot inside where he rubbed and pressed and scratched, then rippling outward to send her body into convulsions. She rocked on her feet, swaying and shifting as her orgasm sent her senses spinning. The climax was powerful, a rush of pure sensation that swept through her overloaded senses and utterly overwhelmed her. The pulsing ripples of pleasure seemed to continue for an eternity though she supposed it must have just been a few seconds.

As the sensations ebbed and the aftershocks caused her to shiver, she remembered his threat—or promise. She had utterly failed to remain still.

He would punish her. And, she thought, she might just love it.

She was a natural, a fucking natural. Scared, maybe a little reticent, at first, but so up for this he could almost taste her arousal. He had pushed her, more than he originally intended, but a good dom would go with his gut, tune in to her responses, and push his sub to her limits. Ben intended to give Lily a night she would never forget.

He suspected he was going to find it pretty memorable too.

Her delectable pussy contracted around his fingers, squeezing as though desperate to hold him there. He gave her G-spot a final rub and she moaned again, a beautiful breathy sound emanating from somewhere close to his ankles. She had done well to hold that pose for so long, though he had noted how firmly toned her body was, sinuous and athletic. She must work out a lot. He would ask. Later.

“You moved.” He kept his tone low and gentle, but managed to inject that all-important thread of stern authority

“I know. I couldn’t help it.”

“You understand the consequences.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll get a spanking, you know that, don’t you?”

“I… yes. Thank you, Sir.”

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, then paused to smear her wetness across her butt cheeks. “Okay, you can stand up now.”

Lily straightened, wobbling slightly. Ben caught her elbow to steady her.

“Thank you, Sir. I just felt a little light-headed there.”

Still behind her, he wrapped his arm around her upper chest and drew her back against him. “Wait a minute. Lean on me.”

“I’m okay now. Really.” A few seconds had passed and certainly she seemed to be steadier.

“Are you ready to continue?”

She turned her head, twisting her neck to look up at him over her shoulder. “Are you really angry with me? Because I moved?”

“Do I seem angry to you?”

“No. You seem… nice. Kind and caring. That’s why I’m confused that you want to punish me.”

“I hope I’m kind, and I certainly care. But that doesn’t mean I’m not also strict about obedience and I do mean what I say. I gave you an instruction, you agreed to carry it out, then failed. You knew that by not doing exactly as you were told you’d earn a spanking.”

“I know that, but—”

“Do you think I’m being unfair?”

“No, not really. Just more demanding than I imagined. This seems weird. It’s not what I expected when I asked you up here.”

“You know, you don’t have to do any of this stuff. Your choice, Lily.”

“It just feels odd. I’m not sure…”

“Odd in a bad way?” He deliberately gentled his tone and lowered his head to kiss her naked shoulder. Lily shivered in his arms so he turned his face to brush his lips over hers.

“No, not bad,” she breathed when he ended the kiss. “Just… different. It’s intense and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, I suppose.”

“We go slow then, and I promise not to harm you. I want you to accept this spanking from me. I want you to trust me and allow it, but you can say no. I would never force you to do something you really don’t want. As long as we’re together I’ll push your boundaries, get you to try new things, but always with your consent. Does that help?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“You think so, Sir.”

“Sorry. Yes, I think so, Sir.”

“And will you allow it?”

A few moments passed. She gnawed on her lower lip and Ben resisted the urge to kiss her again. She had to decide this for herself.

“Yes, Sir. And, I do trust you.”

Now he did kiss her, turning her in his arms to fully face him. He cradled her jaw between both his hands and deepened the kiss, all the while slowly walking her backwards toward the bed. When he reached it he turned them again, broke the kiss, and sat down. Lily stood before him, her lips still parted and glossy, her expression one of apprehension. Despite her obvious and understandable nervousness he believed he detected a hint of expectancy in her lovely storm-coloured eyes.

“Lie across my lap, Lily. Like you did last night.” Having gained her agreement, pricked her curiosity even, now was the time to get on with this.

She hesitated.

Ben hardened his tone. “Now, Lily. Hurry up.”

And she did. Without further ado she flung herself face down across his lap. Ben adjusted her position to his liking, arranging her hips over his right knee so he could raise her bottom up as he wished. Her upper body was draped over his left knee, her hands once again braced on the floor. Ben turned to his left and lifted her up so her upper body rested on the bed beside him.

“Better?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

“Fold your arms and lay your head on them. Try to relax.”

“Easy for you to say. Sir.” Even so, she arranged herself as he suggested.

“I know. Enough backtalk, if you please.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, then added a ‘Sir’ as an afterthought. “I’m ready.”

She lay still, quiet now, her eyes closed. Oh, yes, she was without a doubt ready for this and he intended to make it good. He cupped his right hand slightly, and went to work.

He kept the slaps light at first, scattering them evenly across both globes of her bottom. The flesh pinked up quickly, and soon he had achieved a delightful rosy glow that covered her entire backside. Lily clenched her buttocks and shifted from side to side, but overall seemed to be coping well. Time to increase the pressure, just a little.

Ben leaned over and wrapped his left arm about Lily’s waist. It wouldn’t do to let her slip off his lap mid-spanking. Next, he lifted his right leg just slightly, enough to elevate her nicely prepared bottom. He flattened his hand a little more, and set to work again.

Now the spanks were harder. Ben put definite weight behind each slap, then waited a moment to observe the deepening glow of her skin. Her firm flesh rippled with each stroke, and she started to let out small cries. He set up a slow, steady rhythm, distributing the smacks evenly across both buttocks.

Top left, top right, middle left, middle right, lower left, lower right. Repeat.

Lily became more vocal, her small mewling sounds louder now as the pain intensified. He was piling slap after slap in the same places, and her sensitive skin would be really smarting by now.

“If it becomes too much for you, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“I… I’m okay, Sir. I think.”

Thank God.

“Good. Now spread your thighs for me.”

“Don’t spank me there. Please.”

He was making no promises. “Open your legs, Lily.”

Despite her protests and natural trepidation she obeyed him, and he leaned to his right to catch a view of her sweet pussy. She was pink as a cherry, and her clit swollen, needy, fully exposed from under the hood of flesh that had concealed it before. Oh, yes, she was very much okay, and responding to this just as he had hoped she would.

Ben laid the flat of his hand across her moist cunt and rubbed a slow, leisurely circle. His fingertips grazed her clit and she writhed under his touch.

“Oh! Oh, God, please.”

Ben chuckled. “Just Sir will be fine.” He continued to caress her pussy, smearing her wetness back to her anus where he lingered, pressing his fingertip against the tight pucker.

“Would you let me in here, if I asked you nicely?”

“I… I…” She clenched her bottom and stiffened.

“Maybe another time.” He returned to attend to her clit, flicking the engorged nub first from one side, then the other. Lily went wild, wriggling and thrusting her hips upwards as her arousal began to spike.

“I need to come. Please, Sir…”

“Soon, Lily. After your spanking. This is a punishment, remember?”

“Sir…” she wailed, as he abandoned her clit and started to trace the delicate line of her outer labia, then her inner lips. He dipped just one finger into her entrance and swept it around inside her, sought out her G-spot again and paused to rub there. He stopped when she started to buck, her movements ever more desperate, more frantic as she sought the release that was so close.

He pulled his finger out. Lily groaned but said nothing.

“You can close your legs now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You said you didn’t want me to spank your pussy.”

“I don’t care,” she wailed. “Anything. You can do anything you like, just let me come. I want to come. Now. Please. Sir.”

“Ah, such a needy little sub. You really are quite a slut, my lovely Lily.”

“Yes, I know. Just… please. Ow!”

She yelped as he resumed the spanking, harder now, causing her bottom to darken to a deep crimson. He paused, laid his palm on her buttock and relished the heat rising from her flesh.

He rubbed.

She squirmed and moaned.

He lifted his hand and started to spank again.

Lily let out a sharp cry with each stroke. She was gasping now, and tears leaked from behind her closed eyelids. Ben doubted she even realised she was crying. Her thighs were spread wide, and he picked his spot, right across her swollen labia.

The slap he delivered to her cunt was lighter, but still enough to draw a sharp yelp from her. Ben didn’t pause though. He resumed the spanking on her buttocks.

“One more on your pussy, then the next will be on your clit and that’s when you’ll come for me. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir…” Her voice was breathy, almost inaudible.

He dropped another light spank directly onto her pussy. There was no scream this time, just a low, throaty moan. She was close.

So. Fucking. Close.

Ben resumed his steady, rhythmic circuit of her butt cheeks, loving the way her deep red skin rippled and indented under his hand, then sprang back in readiness for the next slap. He increased the intensity, turning up the dial just a fraction more, just enough to push her right to the edge.

She opened her eyes, parted her lips, the words hovering there.

Now!

Ben dropped the final spank, softer now, right on her clit. “Come for me, girl,” he commanded.

Lily’s orgasm erupted, her body shook in rapid convulsive movements as she writhed on his lap. He tightened his grip around her waist as he rubbed her clit hard to draw out the sensations, dragging every last frisson of pleasure from her. Her climax seemed to go on forever. Lily shuddered and squirmed as he pinched her clit, then tugged on it. He wasn’t gentle, but she revelled in his rough handling, spread her legs wider and lifted her bottom up, silently pleading for more.

So he gave her more, stroking and squeezing until she was finally spent and lay boneless across his lap. Ben allowed her a few moments in which to regather her senses, then he lifted her in his arms and turned her to face him. She leaned her cheek against his chest and flung an arm about his neck. Ben shifted, lay back against the pillows, taking her with him.