“I’m not a total idiot,” Nicole replied, writhing in his grasp. He gripped her arm more tightly.
“You’re being very bad right now,” he rasped.
“So? Who’s going to punish me?”
“Keep talking and it will be worse.”
“Maybe I want it to be worse.”
He turned her onto her stomach, so she was lying in his lap across the bed. He was hard, so she knew she’d excited him. Nicole was wearing nothing but her bra and panties, and she wiggled her ass at him, knowing what was coming.
He slapped her butt. There was a slight sting, but nothing near what she wanted to feel right now. “More,” she demanded.
“Well all right then,” he said. His hand came down harder on her ass. He spanked her butt again and again.
“I need to be bare,” she said. “My bare ass needs a spanking.”
Red exhaled heavily. Suddenly he’d ripped the panties right off her, ripped them clean in half like they were some kind of special break away Velcro panties. “Okay,” he said. “So now your ass is bare.”
“Yeah, that’s more like it.” She wiggled it at him again. “Now spank me like you mean it.”
He started to spank her ass, moving from one cheek to the other, paddling her flesh with real vigor. It stung and there was the requisite heat. She was getting wet. Her pussy ached for him. And yet…somehow there needed to be more.
She wasn’t satisfied with the level of pain. She needed more. “Come on,” she whined. “Do it harder.”
“You want harder?”
“Come on. You heard me.”
And then he stopped entirely. Nicole looked up at him from over her shoulder. “Why are you stopping? I need to be punished.”
Red stared down at her. “You know this isn’t how it goes.”
“Stop being so rigid. Come on. I’m aching to be spanked and fucked.”
“You need to calm down. You’re out of control.”
“This isn’t out of control,” she said, sitting up. She looked at him. Her nipples were hard and tight. She was wet for him but she didn’t want it like this. She wanted it angry and hard and fast. She wanted to forget who she was.
“Nicole, you need to slow down,” he told her. “This isn’t a free for all.”
“Bullshit. Come on,” she dared him. “Afraid of a little tiny girl?”
His eyes blazed. “Don’t push me.”
She did push him then, hard on his shoulder. He grabbed her wrist. She pushed him with her free hand and he grabbed that wrist too.
Nicole tried to break free from his grip.
She was wrestling with him now, and the two of them rolled across the bed. Nicole was using her arms and legs, scratching and kicking as Red tried to gain control of her. At first she felt like it was all in fun, but that angry part of her seemed to blossom as Red began to slowly win the wrestling match.
Finally, she scratched his cheek and drew blood.
“Nicole,” he said, sitting back and touching his cheek. “What the hell?”
She sat up. “Can’t take your own medicine?”
Red’s eyes darkened and he smiled, a slow grin. “You really do want to be a bad girl this morning.”
“I need someone to punish me and then I need to be fucked hard,” she whispered.
“Do you, now?”
She nodded with a wild look in her eyes.
“That’s nice for you.” He suddenly yawned, lay back down and turned over onto his stomach, adjusting his pillow under his head.
Nicole watched him uncomprehendingly. “Red?”
He didn’t answer. His body was a lump under the covers.
She shook his shoulder. “Don’t pretend to go to sleep. That’s not nice.”
Red didn’t answer.
She sighed. “I’m sorry I scratched you. I thought we were playing rough.”
After another minute or two of him still not replying, Nicole began to get really angry. Her stomach was twisting and churning and she could feel her cheeks burning. Why was he doing this to her now of all times? Didn’t he know she needed him to be close to her?
But his body remained still. He was totally ignoring her and she felt totally rejected.
Nicole got up, knowing how silly she was being, and headed for the door. “I guess I’ll go downstairs. Maybe when Chef Roland gets here he can take care of me. He looks like a man who can satisfy a woman.”
Suddenly she heard Red moving behind her. When she turned he was in her face, his eyes wide and enraged. “What the hell are you talking about, Nicole?”
“I thought you were asleep.”
“What kind of shit are you pulling with me right now?”
She folded her arms and tried to stand her ground. “I wasn’t pulling any shit. You’re the one who just went to sleep in the middle of me trying to be close to you.”
“This isn’t that kind of game, babe. I don’t play the abusive husband role.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He looked at her and his eyes softened. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he whispered. “You’re scared and hurt and sad and you think that if we inflict pain on one another, it’s going to change things for you.”