When the Sun Goes Down
Body now aflame, I need to get out of this restaurant in a hurry. I don’t even know what to say to him, so I sit there silently, but impatiently. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything else about it. He pays the bill and then leads me outside with a possessive hand on my lower back. The entire time we’re walking, his words are echoing in my head. “I want to spank you. Tonight.” Over and over they torment me, until my body convinces my mind that I do indeed want to be spanked. I’ve officially gone crazy.
Once outside in the early April night, he abruptly stops walking and he lightly grabs my arm. Turning me around to face him, he asks as if he knows I’ve already agreed to his plan, “Are we staying at my house tonight?”
“We can go to mine. It’s closer,” I say softly. I’m not just crazy; I’m certifiable. I’m risking everything I’ve worked so hard for, but somehow I know that this feels right. The surprised look on his face pleases me, and instead of saying anything, he kisses me gently with an unspoken “thank you.”
He goes to hail a cab, but I figure at this point, I’m going to really push his comfort zone, much like he’s doing to me. I grab his arm and bring it back down to his side. “No, hold on.” I grab my phone and send a quick text message.
In less than two minutes, the black Range Rover pulls up to where we’re waiting. Leo jumps out of the driver’s seat and comes around to open the door for us while Lucca stands frozen, unable to suppress the look of shock on his face. I step up to the SUV and climb into the backseat.
“Are you coming with me or not?” I ask sassily.
Shaking himself from his stupor, he slides in next to me and gives me a stern look. “Not just one spanking,” he grumbles and my dragons begin to dance again.
Leo gets back in the car and looks at me in the rearview mirror, waiting for his instructions. “Home, Leo,” I say. The sadness in his eyes is undisguisable and I know that he knows. He and I need to have a serious talk, but now isn’t the time or place. I try to communicate that through my look, but he’s already redirected his focus to the road.
“Lucca, this is Leo — my life-long friend and my driver. Leo, this is Lucca — one of my fellow teachers and my…” I pause not knowing what to call him.
“Boyfriend,” Lucca finishes the sentence, shooting me a glare. “It’ a pleasure to meet you, Leo. I appreciate you making sure Trina gets around safely.”
“Nice to meet you, as well,” Leo replies politely. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing quite a bit more of you now that you and Miss Foster are seeing each other.”
This really isn’t how I intended the introduction between the two males in my life to go, but I’m relieved it’s over and done with. The ride to my place is a short one, but tonight it feels as if it’s taking hours. I can’t wait to escape the awkward confines of the vehicle. Leo pulls right up to the door once we reach the building, and the door man is waiting to let us out.
“Goodnight, Leo. I’ll message you tomorrow,” I say as I exit the car.
“Goodnight, Miss Foster,” he says despondently before driving away.
Lucca remains quiet as we walk through the lobby and ride the elevator up to my apartment, just observing everything around him. Once we’re inside, I begin to feel apprehensive about my decision to bring him here; however, when he loops his arms around my waist from behind and tenderly kisses the top of my head, I begin to relax.
“So, this is my place,” I say as we stand in the middle of the living room. “Make yourself comfortable. I’d give you the official tour, but I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”
“It’s a beautiful place, but I’m not interested in any tours right now,” he whispers seductively in my ear as he playfully swats my ass. That’s all it takes to send my body right back to the aroused state it was in at the restaurant.
Spinning around in his arms to face him, I draw my bottom lip in between my teeth and nibble softly. “What are you interested in, Mr. Ellis?”
He smirks and pulls my lip free of my bite with his thumb. “You, Miss Foster.” Less than a second later, his mouth is on mine, kissing me fervently. The taste of his mouth is sweeter than any ice cream on the planet and the way his hands caress me sets my body ablaze.
Not wanting to take this any further in the living room, I reluctantly tear my mouth from his. “Bedroom,” I slur as I drag him into my room.
Lucca kicks off his shoes, sheds his jacket, and unbuttons the top button of his shirt, making himself more comfortable, before sitting down on the ottoman at the end of my bed. “Come stand in front of me,” he commands. I hurry over to stand in front of him, anxious to find out what he’s going to do. I’ve never allowed anyone to be in control over me like this before, and I find it thrilling and exhilarating. I still don’t know what it is about him that not only allows, but encourages, this kind of domination over me. There’s something about him that makes me want to please him; it brings me an inner-calmness that I just can’t explain.
“Turn around,” he instructs.
Doing exactly as he says, I turn so that I’m facing away from him.
“Undress for me. Leave your panties on.” My insides coil up tightly with his words.
I step out of my heels and kick them to the side, then unzip the side of my dress and allow it to fall to the floor. Standing in only a lacy red thong, I eagerly await what’s next.
Ordering me to take a step back so that my ass is literally right in front of his face, he begins to lightly run his soft hands up and down the backs of my legs. I groan softly and slightly spread my legs as he nears the apex, and he stops, removing his hands.
“I want you stand there, perfectly still and quiet, while I study your gorgeous body. Do you understand?”
I nod my head which is followed by a hard slap on my ass cheek. “I expect a verbal response when I ask you a question. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer, not wanting another smack.
He slaps the other cheek. “Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.” Again, I reply quickly.
For the next ten minutes, he studies my body — head to toe and front to back — with his eyes and hands, delicately sweeping his fingertips over every inch of my creamy skin, making comments such as “stunning” and “perfect” as he does his inspecrion. It takes everything in me not to move or say anything, but my desire to please him dictates my actions. The vulnerability I feel standing nearly naked in front of him, excites me in a way I never knew possible.
I’m facing him when he finishes, and he places one simple, sweet kiss on my belly. “Are you doing okay?” he asks sincerely.
“Yes, sir,” I reply.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Look at me,” he says softly.
Bringing my gaze down to his, a mix of passion and concern stare back at me. “I’ve never been into this kind of thing before. I’m not a Dom, or anything like that, and the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you,” he clarifies. “But like I told you before, you bring out this side of me…” He shakes his head and chuckles. “Bend down here.” Instantly, I drop to my knees so that we are eye-level with one another, and he continues. “I can’t even explain what you do to me, but I need to take care of you. I know you’ve got demons deep inside that head of yours that you’re dealing with, and I’m pretty sure that I scare you just as much as you scare me, but I think we’re good together. I think we can fix each other if we just give this a chance.” Cupping my face with his hands, his thumbs stroking back and forth across my cheek bones, he pulls me to him and captures my mouth with his in a tender kiss. “Let me fix you, Trina.”
“I hope you can,” I whisper back.
The kiss ends and we pick back up where we were. “Stand up, baby. I want to see you again.” Eagerly, I get back to my feet and wait for his next command. He dips his finger into the elastic band of my thong and runs it back and forth across my lower abdomen. “Red lace, eh? You really are a devil woman, aren’t you?” h
e asks with a smirk.
“Sometimes, sir,” I answer truthfully.
“Do you deserve a spanking for your bad behavior?”
“Yes, sir.” If he only knew.
He stands up, removing his belt and unbuttoning his shirt. I desperately want to reach out and touch his chest, but I don’t. Sitting back down on the edge of the oversized stool, he pats his legs. “Bend over my lap,” he instructs.
Throwing any lingering modesty I may with him have out the window, I position myself on his lap so that he has perfect access to my ass. Without any warning, his hand comes slamming down, leaving behind a sharp, stinging sensation. Before I even have a chance to react, the second slap makes contact, and naturally, I squirm at the hot pain. As I wriggle beneath his hand, my clit presses against his leg, sending a rush of heat and wetness to flood between my legs. He spanks me two more times before stopping to softly caress my inflamed cheeks. His hand dips down between my legs, lightly stroking the outside of my drenched panties.
“Despite your insistence to the contrary at dinner, I think you enjoy being spanked quite a bit,” he says in a low voice. I lift my hips, pushing my pussy harder against his hand, wanting him to apply more pressure to the aching need that continues to grow. Smack! His hand makes contact again and I cry out. Smack! Smack! Smack! I’m a writhing mess in his lap; grinding myself on his thigh, I’m drunk with lust and begging him to spank me again and again as he alternates between slapping and rubbing my ass and juicy pussy.
Abruptly, he stops, and commands me to stand up. I stumble to my feet; my legs feeling as if they’re made of Jell-O and I’m panting for breath. He rises to his feet in front of me, struggling to breathe as well. He hastily takes his pants and shirt off, tossing them aside, and then closes the gap between us. We begin to kiss feverishly, exploring each other’s mouths while my hands weave through his tresses. His fingers glide the band of my panties down my legs, to reveal my smooth, hairless mound. He traces slow circles on the top of my pussy with his fingertip, and then slides it slightly lower to dip into the warm wetness of my slit. I gasp in pleasure, but his mouth swallows it as he continues to fuck me with his tongue. His index finger runs back and forth between my swollen clit and my soaked center, making sure it’s all coated with my sweet juices. Then, he brings his hand up, pulling his mouth away from mine and traces the finger, wet with my arousal, around my full pouting lips, until they glisten. I smile softly at his glazed-over eyes. He lifts me up in his arms and walks me to the bed, sitting me in a somewhat upright position, my legs spread out in front of him.
“Stop me at any point you feel uncomfortable. I only want to please you, Trina,” he whispers after he kisses my lips firmly.
He looks down at me for a minute before bending over to slide my panties the rest of the way down my legs, lifting each foot in turn until they’re completely off. My eyes are fastened on the straining cock in his boxers, as he then kneels between my legs and brings the flimsy material to his face to deeply inhale my heady aroma before flinging them to the side. Leaning forward, he smiles up at me until his mouth is hovering right above one of my rosy nipples. He swoops down to take the peak in between his lips, moaning my name as he rolls it around in his mouth. One of his hands teases the nipple not being relished by his mouth, as the other hand travels down my tummy to rest against my hip. Whimpering with pleasure, I arch my hips up to grind my wet cunt against his tight stomach. I notice him shudder as he quickly switches sides to the other breast, suckling and nipping at the pebbled peak with his teeth. His hands skim the length my stomach, then around my back and down to my backside. He lifts me up so that my pussy nestles against his waistline, soaking his skin.
His mouth continues to ravage my breasts while his hands flex on my ass, pulling my cunt up to grind against him while my fingers are buried in his hair, holding his face against my nipples. He begins to kiss his way down my flat stomach, pausing to kiss my belly button- slowly tracing a circle around it with his tongue and then licking and kissing lower until his mouth hovers above my sweet spot. Flashing me a wicked grin, he lifts my thighs up and places them on his shoulders, so that my throbbing pussy is positioned directly in front of his face. He grabs my hips with both hands and tugs me down on the bed; the control he holds over his desire is slipping as his eyes grow heavy with lust and he licks his full lips. Not wasting another moment, he buries his face in between my legs and begins to make love to me with his mouth. His tongue is everywhere at once — flicking against my clit, nuzzling against my thighs, sliding into my sweet hole. His hands inch back down and begin to play with my bottom again, spreading the cheeks.
“Oh fuck, Lucca,” I moan as he devours me. The combination of the sound of his kissing and slurping mixed with the pungent smell of sex and the incredible things he’s doing with his mouth have me bucking and grinding furiously, my orgasm building rapidly. His index finger begins to trace slow circles against my puckered ass hole, teasing it as his tongue flicks, sucks, and nibbles my clit. I groan loudly and my body tenses , fluttering against his mouth, as I succumb to the pleasure and allow my release to flow freely against his tongue. He laps at my sweet juices until my body stops trembling and I relax in his hands, then softly kisses the inside of my thigh before moving back up my body.
“You taste unbelievably delicious, my little devil woman,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing my deeply, sharing the erotic flavors of my orgasm with me.
“I need you, Lucca,” I reply huskily. My thumbs hook inside the waistband of his boxers and I push them off, freeing his hard cock. He rises up on his elbow as I take the shaft in one hand and begin to stroke the length of it. Looking down in between our bodies, I use my thumb to rub the drop of pre-cum escaping the tip and rub it all over the purple head. I guide the tip of it to my slick pussy lips and run it up and down, coating it with my juices.
Growling like an animal, he grabs my hands and brings them up over my head, pinning them with one hand. With his free hand, he grabs his cock and lines it up with my slit. Slowly, he eases himself inside of me, my wet pussy gripping him snugly as his cock feeds my desirous core. “Oh my God, you feel amazing,” he murmurs in between his shortened breaths.
He kisses my shoulder gently, hugging me close to him, and then begins to stroke in and out at a steady pace. I can feel my body stretching to fit around him as his throbbing cock grows larger inside of me. He grunts my name as his pace increases; the rhythmic sound of our bodies slapping against each other along with our labored breathing sparks the beginning of another orgasm growing deep inside my belly. He bites my shoulder lightly as he buries his cock completely inside of me. The ecstasy takes control of my body as he pulls out and slams into me again. Jerking and moaning, my body shudders as I lift my hips and fall over the edge. Feeling him join me as I soar into euphoric bliss, my walls clench around his shaft until I no longer feel him pulsating within me.
Still buried inside of me, he collapses, careful not to crush me with his weight. It takes several minutes for us both to gain control of our breathing and for our heart rates to return to a normal pace. He trails light kisses across my neck and shoulder as he lifts up his head to look at me. Pushing my sweaty hair back away from my face, he brings his mouth to mine in a gentle kiss. “My devil woman is indeed an angel,” he drawls lazily.
I smile sleepily at him, still sensually intoxicated. “That was pretty heavenly,” I agree. Slipping into a deep sleep, our bodies cling to each other and remain that way until we wake the following morning.
The weekend flies by in a blur and before I know it, Monday evening is upon me. Travis and Leo are both coming over for dinner, and up until about an hour ago, I had completely forgotten about it. I run to the local grocery store when I get home from work to grab some things for dinner and a couple bottles of wine.
The guys arrive within about five minutes of each other, and thankfully, Travis is first. I haven’t seen Leo since Friday night, and we didn’t part on exceptionally good t
erms. I owe him an explanation of what’s going on or at least the full story because I’m sure he’s figured most of it out.
“Oh, my lovely Kat, you look beautiful as always,” Travis says as I greet him at the door. He’s so over-the-top sometimes, but he’s one of the few people I trust and would consider a friend. I don’t know much about his life these days, and he doesn’t know much about mine, but nonetheless, we’ve got some history over the past few years that keeps us close.
“Look at you, stranger,” I exclaim, noting his purple-tipped spiky hair. “Did Halloween move to April and no one tell me?”
Picking me up in a warm embrace and twirling me around, he laughs hard. “No, it’s called style; if you ever came out with me, you’d know what I’m talking about.”
I playfully roll my eye as he sets me down on the floor. “Yeah, yeah… I’m more than fine with what I’ve got going on,” I retort.
He follows me into the kitchen where he proceeds to help himself to a tasting of the beef stroganoff that’s simmering on the stove. I slap at his hand when he attempts to dip it back in for a second time.
“Get your grubby fingers out of our dinner. Who knows where those hands have been!” I scold him.
“You’re so mean to me,” he retorts with a pout. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t like me.”
A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. “Ooh, that’s Leo! I’ll get it,” Travis says excitedly, bounding to the entrance.
Dropping the egg noodles into the boiling water, I hear the two male voices making their way into the kitchen, joking and laughing. I look up at them, my eyes catching Leo’s and I can tell that he hasn’t been sleeping well.