Where They Both Belong (Corbin's Bend) Read online

  “Damn, your ass is beautiful when it’s pink,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Now, I’m going to bring this down hard. If it’s too hard, tell me. But I want to see how long I can imprint this thing.”

  “Cool.” Even as hot as her ass was, Julie was excited with the thought that the engraving would show on her skin for longer than a second or two.

  Wham!

  A wail left her throat as fire lit up across her skin.

  “Jules?”

  “I’m fine,” she squeaked, her eyes crossing as she grimaced through the pain. Her cunt squeezing helped. It drew her attention. Hot damn, she would be more than ready to be fucked when he was done.

  Smack!

  Crying out at the fire, she grasped the bedspread, breathing through her teeth.

  “One more.”

  Crack!

  The sound of the paddle coming in contact with her flesh was almost as loud as the wail that left her lips. Fire exploded across her ass and she jerked in response.

  “Shh, Baby. I’m done.” His warm hand rubbed on her lower back. “That’s damned beautiful, Jules. You have got to see this.” Managing to control her reaction to the burn and the need to jump him right this minute, she looked over her shoulder as he opened the top drawer of their side table and pulled out her hand mirror. “Let me know when you can see it.”

  He moved the small mirror slowly from side to side and her gasp made him stop. Her rear end was a deep pink, but her gaze was stuck on the design that covered both cheeks. Slightly raised from the skin was the design of the mountains and their community’s name. “Oh wow, that’s so cool!” she squeaked, even knowing the red surface was anything but cold.

  “Isn’t it?” His eyes slid from her rump to her face. “Would you mind if I got us a paddle with something more personal on it?”

  The interest was written all over his face and she grinned as something she had been thinking about for awhile came back to her. “Maybe we should just get me marked.”

  He blinked. “Tattooed?”

  “Mmhmm. Matt’s girl. Or Matt’s ass.” She giggled.

  He shook his head, though she had seen the interest in his eyes. “Matt’s brat is more like it.”

  Throwing her head back, she laughed, the sound bouncing back from the walls. “Now, are you going to fuck me or just stare at the masterpiece in front of you?” She wiggled her tush back and forth.

  A grin flashed across his face. “Well, why can’t I just have both? On your knees, Baby.”

  Scrambling off his lap, she got on her knees, facing the headboard. Grasping onto the top rails, she turned and watched as he removed his shirt. “You have a gorgeous body,” she sighed, and he looked up, giving her that embarrassed grin he got when she mentioned how hot he was. “Of course, the best is yet to come.” Her eyes drifted down to his groin.

  “Most definitely,” he agreed, unzipping and pushing his pants and underwear down quickly as his cock sprang forward. “The best is unquestionably yet to cum.” As she looked up to tease him about his pun, the look of desire on his face robbed her of any thought except for him.

  Reaching into the side table, he removed the bottle of lube and a needleless syringe. “I may just take your pussy, but just in case, let me make sure you’re ready.” Trembling, she nodded as he dipped the syringe into the lube. Moaning as the cool, moist plastic pushed past her tight hole, she arched as the cool liquid poured into her channel. “Damn, but you are so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky. “Everything about you, Baby. Your gorgeous ass, your amazing mind, not to mention your desire for anal which matches if not eclipses my own. Fuck, you were made for me.” The syringe pulled back out and she felt her sphincter close up, enjoying the slightly naughty feeling that came from the lube up her ass.

  Fingers spread apart her lips and a moan told her he saw what she already knew. She was dripping. “I don’t want to go slow,” he whispered.

  “Don’t go slow,” she panted, arching her back and pushing her cunt toward him. “Fuck me.”

  Grasping her hips, he lined up his cock and with one shove was all the way in. His groan matched her sigh of completion for a long moment before he pulled back and thrust back in at the same time as his hand came down on her overheated hide. “Ah!” she cried out as he did it again. “More, Matt, more!”

  His fingers dug into her hips as he pummeled her cunt, his balls smacking against her clit with every lunge. From this position, he rubbed over her g-spot with every movement and she went from filled with desire to ready to explode very quickly. “Matt!” she cried out. “Gonna cum!”

  He pulled out, panting. “Not yet, Baby. I want your ass.”

  “Yes!” she screamed, shoving back at the same time his cock pushed up against her rosebud. It burned for less than a second as he slid in, she was too turned on to notice any more than that. As he pulled back and thrust all the way in, she shoved back against him, an equal partner in their wild rutting.

  His hips slammed into hers as her cries and wails bounced against the walls. Smacks punctuated the sound every few thrusts until all she was aware of was Matt, his cock, and the fact she was going to cum and there was no stopping it now. Screaming, she arched her back as she flew, bucking wildly even as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her back against his chest. A low exclamation left his own throat as her ass clenched his cock hard and he came, spilling his warmth inside of her as she continued to cry out.

  He fell onto his side, pulling her with him. Urgent pants poured from his mouth as he continued to thrum inside of her. After her spasms slowed down and he pulled out, his arms tightened and he pulled her back against him. “I thought sex was supposed to get boring,” he murmured, his breath still coming relatively quickly. “With you it gets better every fucking time.”

  “Mmm,” she sighed, unable to move.

  He pressed a kiss to the side of her throat. “Come on. Let me bathe you.” Pulling back, he left the bed and she missed his warmth. As she heard the faucet on the tub turn on and then the sound of the drain being closed, his words made a little more sense. Turning over, she climbed off the bed, aware of the trickle of his cum as it slowly moved down her leg. Reaching him at the tub’s edge, she smiled up at the man beside her. The smile he returned was so filled with love, she felt tears prick her eyes. “Come on, Baby. A nice long bath is the perfect way to complete this afternoon.”

  Chapter 5

  Practically dancing with joy, Julie gathered the few things she needed, stuffing them in a gym bag. Pulling a pair of shorts on over her bikini, she quickly left the house and headed toward the dome. Today the swimming pool officially opened. Sure, there were only a couple weeks of summer left before the cool of autumn would hit, but she had always enjoyed the feel of the sun kissing her skin and looked forward to baking beside the pool.

  The six weeks since they moved into Corbin’s Bend had passed quickly. Matt was busy with the restaurant for fifty hours a week and she had come to adore the other residents. For one thing? Finally she had other people she could talk to about the oddities that came with being a spanked partner.

  “Julie!” Looking up as she reached for the gate to the swimming pool, Julie waved to Rose Rolson, her mentor, who was leaning back on a lounge chair underneath a large umbrella. A few other ladies were lounging by or in the pool.

  “Hi, Rose.” After closing the gate behind her, Julie walked toward the closest vacant lounge chair to Rose that was still in the sun. “I’m so glad Brent opened the pool today.”

  “Me too. But then, Jason might have gotten tired of me talking about it ten, twelve times a day,” she said with a smirk.

  Julie grinned. Rose might be in her sixties, but unless you looked at her, you’d never know it. She not only had a kick-ass sense of humor, she knew more about spanking and being taken in hand than Julie thought anyone could know. Stripping off her shorts, Julie grabbed the suntan lotion out of her bag and collapsed onto the lounger.

  “Jason and I w
ent to Amore last night. Your husband’s a damned fine chef.”

  “I know. I’m a good cook, but he can take a bunch of things I would never imagine together and come up with the most interesting combinations. Of course, he also uses food for—” Julie strangled off as she was about to admit a very personal piece of information. Feeling her cheeks turn red she quickly focused on spreading the lotion over her exposed skin.

  Rose started to laugh. “Oh, Honey, you now have me wondering what he uses food for. Spit it out.”

  Groaning, Julie cast her friend a glance out of the corner of her eyes. Could she actually admit to something like this? “He, umm…Did you know ginger gets hot?”

  There was a spare moment of silence before Rose nodded. “Figging?”

  “Figging?” Julie stared at her blankly. What did figs have to do with anything?

  A smile tugged at Rose’s lips. “Figging is where a ginger root is pushed up the rectum.”

  “Holy crap! Does Jason do it too?” Julie sat up straight and turned toward her.

  “Of course. It’s an attention getter, apparently,” Rose said dryly. “And he uses it most when he says I’ve reached an exceptional level of brattiness.” She shrugged. “I hate the damned thing so unfortunately it works.” After a pause, she raised an eyebrow. “What do you think about it?”

  Okay, so this was a strange conversation to have. But then, almost every conversation she’d had with Rose had included some sort of question she wasn’t prepared for.

  “I hate it and love it,” Julie admitted. “I hate the heat and the burn, but what Matt does afterward?” A moan left her throat.

  “Ooh! What are we talking about?” Lizzy Mayfield asked in excitement as she sat down at the end of Julie’s lounger. Of course, excitement and Lizzy Mayfield kind of went hand-in-hand. In her early fifties, the woman had more oomph than any teenager Julie knew. Short and rounded with a perma-smile on her face, Lizzy was a ray of sunshine. Julie had the feeling she would make the overcast winters in Corbin’s Bend livable.

  “Figging,” Rose replied.

  Groaning, Lizzy nodded. “Marilyn’s only done that to me twice. Hated it. Though,” she said, cocking her head as though remembering something, “do you remember Kenneth and Staci Rollins, Rose?”

  “Oh, that’s been years. I haven’t seen them forever.”

  “Staci said Ken did that to her all the time and she loved it. Especially if he took her afterward.”

  Two sets of eyes turned on Julie and she had the unfortunate feeling of another embarrassing question coming her way. “Does Matt get down and dirty afterward?” Lizzy asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

  Spluttering a laugh, Julie’s hand smacked over her mouth. Damn but there was something to be said for the complete non-political correctness of the residents of this place. “Yes, he does,” she said through her giggles. “And while I hate the burn, the fucking afterward’s awesome.”

  “Hmm,” Rose said. “Jason’s never tried that. What’s different about it? Wait. First, do you enjoy anal sex?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “So what makes it different from that?”

  “Umm. I think it’s the whole thing,” Julie admitted, wondering why she was still putting on suntan lotion when her skin was pink from a full-body blush. “Knowing he’s watching me with that horrible root in my ass turns me on. Me being turned on turns him on and by the time he takes the root out? Well, all I want is him in my ass and he feels the same. Plus, he admits the oil burns him a bit when he fucks me and that’s just all kinds of hot,” she admitted with a grin. Her grin faltered as she added, “But as a reminder, it’s too good of one.”

  “Is this something he uses often?” Lizzy asked with interest.

  “No. It’s more for when I go a little nuts and destroy something.”

  “Something?” Rose asked in amusement.

  “Before we found out we got in here, I kind of destroyed the smoke detector in our apartment because it wouldn’t stop going off for no reason,” Julie admitted, realizing she didn’t feel uncomfortable about mentioning that. Of course, that was probably because of some of the things she’d heard the other taken in hands had done. In comparison, it was downright innocent. “But that wasn’t the worst use of ginger. The worst was when I destroyed my phone. He made me wear it out to the mall.”

  Rose’s expression turned to horror. “Jason does that with butt plugs. I hate the things and when I’ve broken one of our cardinal rules, he brings out a stainless steel one that has no give in it whatsoever, puts a little lube on it and makes me wear it out of the house. I can’t imagine the burn of ginger out in public.”

  “Wouldn’t be so bad here,” Lizzy mused. “We’d all feel for you.” After a pause, she added with a grin, “And you know all our HoHs talk, right? At some point Matt’s going to mention that to the others. Jason may come up with it yet.”

  “Oh, hell no,” Rose groaned. “I say we pass a rule. No HoHs are allowed to talk to each other. Ever. Brent’s already been far too helpful in the ‘let the punishment fit the crime’ concept.” As Julie stared at her in confusion, she explained. “Jason used to spank me, only spank me, when I was naughty. Then Brent Carmichael came into our lives, met Liza, and took on the mantel of head of house as if he’d always worn it. He and Jason discussed things and next thing you know? Ginger, nipple clamps, and anal plugs suddenly popped into our lives.” Grimacing, she shook her head even as Lizzy giggled. “I adore the man, but I told him I’d get him back for that. Probably why he made sure we got the bull's-eye paddle.”

  “The what?” Julie looked toward Lizzy to see if she understood, but the woman beside her looked just as confused.

  An amused look of chagrin crossed Rose’s face. “From what I’ve found out, all the residents get a paddle with the Corbin’s Bend logo engraved in it backward, right?” Julie and Lizzy nodded. “Not us. The evil twinkle in Brent’s eye when he brought over our particular basket should have warned me. But it didn’t. Oh, no! We opened up the basket that night to find our paddle had something slightly different. A bull's-eye and arrow engraved into the damned wood. Now, when Jason smacks me with the thing, I’m left with that on my skin.”

  Lizzy squealed a laugh even as Julie snickered. “Marilyn’s amused at the Corbin’s Bend paddle. She hung it up next to our front door, right next to the permanently laminated list of things she likes me to remember. But having a bull's-eye painted on one’s back end does sound like Brent’s sense of humor.”

  “Oh, yes,” Rose said, nodding. “I hope he finds someone soon. Losing Liza to cancer hurt him terribly. He needs a woman to take care of. Not to mention a bottom to paint bright red.”

  “Jonathon!” Lizzy’s shout made Julie look toward where she was waving. Walking up to the gate near the pool, her neighbor was dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. “What’re you doing dressed in your best?” she teased.

  He grinned back. “Brent offered me a job as Corbin’s Bend Executive Secretary. First day on the job.”

  “Oh, Honey! That’s fantastic!” Lizzy called, hopping up and trotting over to the fence. “Did Benjamin head out again?”

  “Yep. He was only here for five days, but he already loves it here.” The relief on the man’s face made Julie smile. He waved toward her. “Hey, Jules! My turn to cook tonight. I’m assuming Matt’s working?”

  “Yep! Should I bring anything?”

  “Dessert?”

  “You got it.” With Matt working so many nights and Jonathon being alone since his partner was in the Marines, they had taken to eating dinner together. It was quickly becoming a fun tradition.

  “Oh, that’s nice,” Rose said as he waved to them all and walked back toward the doors of the dome. “I’ve worried about him being so alone. With his working at the dome and having dinner with you, he can’t get too lonely.” A soft smile covered her face. “I have no doubt Brent hired him because Jonathon has the kind of mind that’s perfect for the job, but also to pro
tect him. As much of a bastard as his evil sense of humor can make him at times, Brent Carmichael’s a great guy.” She winked. “But don’t tell him I said so, he’ll just find a way to get back at me for it.”

  As Julie got comfortable on the lounger, feeling the heat of the sun on her skin, she reached for her sunglasses and put them on.

  A splutter of laughter from Lizzy had her turn her head. “Bernie, nice marks!” she called as a woman in her mid-to-late fifties walked into the pool area wearing a one-piece bathing suit. As she was turned to latch the gate, the imprint of the Corbin’s Bend paddle was clearly viewable on her backend.

  Bernie wiggled her rear end. “What can I say? My husband loves that blasted paddle.”

  Every woman at the pool burst out laughing and with a smile on her face, Julie realized she felt more comfortable here than she ever had in Arizona. In this spanking community, she’d finally found home.

  * * * * *

  “It’s all in the wrist,” Reg insisted as he hooked one of the burgers on the spatula and with a flick turned it over. “See? Barely a movement and it’s perfect.”

  “The spanker’s guide to barbeque,” Brent said in amusement from his seat in a nearby chair.

  Matt grinned as Julie rolled her eyes. Seated on his lap, she looked utterly content. No more of that restless stress he had seen in her before they left Arizona. Unfortunately, she’d also been a little sick lately. He hoped she wasn’t coming down with the flu.

  “Not everything’s about spanking, you know,” she said.

  Brent raised an eyebrow. “It’s not?” The twinkle in his eyes gave away the serious tone.

  “Definitely not,” Rose agreed, walking back to where they were and handing a beer to Jason before sitting in the chair next to his. “And Jonathon, thank Benjamin for us. Having a barbeque in the community’s a good thing.”