End With A Bang (Slap/Bang Duet #2)

17. For All The World To See

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

For All The World To See

The window was fogging from her breath.

The moment she’d arrived at the suite, Sever ordered her to the wall of windows. His demeanor reminded her of the first time they met: detached, formidable, surly... and unspeakably sexy. Standing back, hands in his suit pockets, he made her undress right beneath the Mark logo. Then he had her wait there, naked, her breasts and hands pressed against the glass, dripping in anticipation, until he was ready.

Suddenly, he was behind her, pulling her by the hips into a bend and sliding the tip of his lube-slicked cock against her ass. “Keep your hands on the window.”

Breath tremulous, cock throbbing inside of her, Sever rubbed his head against hers. “What’s the matter? Are you scared?”

“Yes,” Ivy said.

“What are you scared of?”

“That... That someone... will see...”

“Someone like...?”

Ivy shut her eyes, pressed her forehead to the windowpane and whispered, “Jason.”

“Louder.”

Eyes on the street, stories below them, watching people go about their day, she said it out loud: “Jason.”

He spread her ass cheeks apart and thrusted upward, making her yelp. “Louder!”

“Jason!” she cried.

Bit her ear. “He’ll never know you like I do.”

Ivy mewled in guilt-ridden pleasure, her hands squeaking on the steam-slicked glass.

“He will never know you like this. Say it.”

“He’ll—” Her voice broke in time with his rough thrusts. “He’ll never! Know me like this!”

Still buried inside of her, he easily lifted her by the thighs, then pushed her forward. “Knees on the glass.”

She obeyed, and he spread her open to the street, to the buildings below.

Wrapping one arm around her, strong and tight, and said, “Touch yourself.”

Ivy whimpered. For some reason, that felt even more like exposure.

He shook her once more, and said through clenched teeth, “Do it. Give them a fucking show.”

Tentatively, she reached down to her pussy. She could barely gain purchase, it was so slippery. The noise it made while she rubbed added to her embarrassment. “Spread your naughty lips open. Show them Daddy’s little pearl.”

That was new, and she really, really liked it. It made her want to please him, so she showed it to the world. Felt it distend between her fingers.

“Good girl,” he praised her. “Daddy’s so proud of you.”

Her head lolled back on his chest. God, he knew her so well.

“They can all see it, tigresse : your dripping wet cunt opened wide, my thick cock up your ass, desperately frigging yourself like the insatiable little slut you are... If only they could have a turn.”

Also new, and Oh my god.

“Should I let them?” he asked. “Should Daddy let them?”

All coherent thought left her then. As a rush of nectar wetted her fingers, she let out a strangled, involuntary, “ Yeah!”

“Oh you little fucking slut. Gonna get a spanking for that.”

Again: “ Yeah!”

To make things worse, he began to vibrate inside of her. “Daddy’s gonna spank you red.”

“Ye-ea-eah!” Her voice quavered from the vibration.

“Gonna make you gush while everyone watches.”

He pushed high-pitched, agitated moans out of her, driving her literally up the wall while she closed in on sweet relief.

“No,” he said, and pulled her wet hand off of her pussy. “You don’t deserve it.”

He pulled out, and she banged a fist on the window in frustration, not sure if she wanted to please him or kill him. She heard the chaise move across the floor. He pushed it to her calves and said, “Get on.”

She climbed on, still facing the window, but he said, “Sideways, dog. They’re gonna watch you get punished.”

Looming beside her while she waited on all fours, he gently rubbed her ass, then smacked it with the force of a paddle. “And they’re gonna see how much you love it.” Another smack. She cried out. “Need to touch that little pearl? Need to come?”

“Yes, Daddy... I need to come... please let me... please...”

“No,” he said simply, and spanked her again, harder this time. “That’s mine. You don’t get to touch it ‘til I say so. Only good girls get to come.” Smack .

She groaned in frustrated bliss, and earned another strike.

“Oh, look at that...” he leaned forward to spread her pussy. “Look at all that sinful lust, just ribboning down...” He got up on the chaise to kneel behind her. “Daddy’s gonna use that.”

He cupped it, and pressing his cock against her, plunged his wet fingers into her asshole. Used the other hand to gather more and slather his cock. “If it hurts,” he said, pushing his tip into her, “that means you didn’t give me enough. Be that a lesson for next time.”

He didn’t ease in, just rammed it all the way through, making her scream out.

“Keep quiet,” he snarled, pulling her by the hair. “Or your mum might hear.”

“Fuck!” she yelped, so scandalized and so turned on.

She saw his hand move diagonally through the air before the next slap landed. God, even the way he spanked had style.

“Go on,” he said. “Play about. Daddy gives you permission.”

Her relief was audible. Immediately, she massaged her slippery, swollen pearl. Daddy’s pearl...

He kept spanking while he berated her, “You little fucking degenerate, wanting me to put you on display? Share you? String you up and leave you spread open to a gawking crowd?”

God, he kept unlocking new fantasies for her, each more titillating—and more shameful—than the last.

While she furiously masturbated, he raised her up to whisper in her ear, “A free for all. They could do whatever they wanted. They could suck on these pretty, puffy nipples.” He pinched them. “Stick their fingers in your cunt. Shoot their come on your face. Take a picture.” He waited a moment to add, “Piss on you.”

She writhed and itched in his arms.

“You’d be so humiliated...” He pinched her nipple harder. “And you’d love it.”

He shoved her down again, thrusting and spanking. “Say you’d love it.”

“I’d...” She swallowed and tried to speak. “I’d love it.”

“You filthy!”— slap —“Little!”— slap —“Whore!” Slap.

At the last sting, she was given deliverance.

Sever grabbed her by the waist, picked her up and pushed her feet to the window. “Show them. Show him .”

Convulsing in his arms, she sprayed the glass.

“You’re mine,” he said, for all the world to see.

Ivy was feeling cuddly.

It didn’t make sense—he’d just completely debased her, stuffed his cock down her throat, jetted all over her face and tits and the window and made her lick their mingled come off the glass...

Every last drop. Good girl. Did you swallow it down? Show Daddy your tongue.

She’d showered off the sweat, the come, and the smell of him, but then she couldn’t help but get back in bed with him while he lay there, languidly enjoying a nectarine.

Just for a little while , she told herself as she commandeered a spot under his arm, rested her head on his chest and draped a knee over him. She nuzzled up to his neck, squeezed him with her entire body, let out a moan of contentment.

“What’s all this?” Sever asked, amused, possibly noticing that she was trying to inhale every remaining molecule of his fading cologne.

She just couldn’t get over it. “That was so... so...”

He ran his knuckles down her arm, waiting.

“It’s not fair how good you are at making me feel... like that.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Dirty, but...” She wanted to say loved, “special at the same time?”

“I should say the same for you,” he said.

“You mean when I went all dominatrix on you?”

“Not just then.”

She looked up at him. Wanted to ask what he meant, but thought better of it. “I like that we can switch things up.”

“I love that we can switch things up,” he said. “Do whatever makes us feel good.”

That, and the setting sun, reminded her: “Hey, if it’s okay, do you think I can?—”

“Yes.”

“You don’t know what I’m gonna ask.”

“The answer is always yes, Ivy.”

“I want to bring a canvas here.”

“A canvas?”

“And art supplies...”

He reached for his cell on the bedside and tapped it. “Vik, have Andy pick up a load of canvases?—”

She tried to push the phone down. “I can buy them myself!”

“Yeah, and—” he put the phone down to say, “What’s your medium?”

“I mean, oil, but I’ve been thinking about watercolor?—”

“All of it. Yeah. Brushes, easels, all of it.”

“And a tarp!” Ivy said, before he hung up.

He turned to smile at her. It was almost as if he were gloating.

“What?”

“You want to paint again.”

“I... it’s that sunset.”

“Is it,” he said. No inflection, meaning he didn’t believe her.

She chose to ignore that. “You don’t even know if I’m any good.”

“Of course you are,” he said. “You’re good at everything.”

“I can’t sing,” she said.

“Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

“No! You will lose all respect for me, I promise you.”

He laughed. “Impossible.”

They smiled affectionately at each other for a long moment, until she looked away.