Page 38 of House Divided
“I will hold you accountable for your choices and behavior,” said Enoch and set to work spanking her in earnest. His hand flew up and down swiftly, and soon, the heat in Madeline’s bottom began to build. She tried to put her hand back to stop him, only to have him take her wrist and keep her hand in the small of her back.
“Keep that up, and I’ll take my belt off, young lady,” he warned.
This last warning finally broke through Madeline’s sense of injury and outrage. He was serious. Enoch had followed through on every warning he had given her, and she did not want to experience his belt.
Although…
Dammit. There it was. For all that Enoch’s discipline hurt, Madeline found it incredibly arousing. To be taken in hand and soundly spanked lit up her pleasure centers in a way she had never experienced before. As CEO of the Pleasure House of Tarma, she had experienced all manner of sexual experimentation, but she had never found submission appealing. Madeline finally felt as if she understood why, and why things had so dramatically changed.
Prior to Enoch, her D/s experiences had been play; she had pretended to give control over to someone else, who had pretended to wield that power. It hadn’t been satisfactory precisely because it had all been pretend.
With Enoch, there was no pretending. He took control whether anyone else had given permission or not. According to him, Madeline was his woman, and he was her man. If he thought she needed discipline, he was damn well going to give it to her. Somehow, that dynamic flipped a switch that she hadn’t even known existed.
For all the pain of his thorough spanking, which was rigorously covering every inch of her burning bottom, Madeline was deeply aroused; so much so that she feared the evidence of this would start leaking down her legs.
Enoch paused and drew in a breath. When Madeline heard him chuckle, she knew that he had smelled her arousal. Powerful fingers traveled down the cleft of her ass to gently stroke at her ripened pussy.
“Such a good girl,” rumbled Enoch, and Madeline thought she might orgasm on the spot. A tremor passed through her body, and she lifted her bottom to press her nether lips against his hand.
He smacked her ass, hard. “Behave,” he said. “I haven’t decided if you’ve learned your lesson yet.” Enoch left his hand to weigh heavily on her buttocks, holding the heat in.
Madeline surrendered control, letting her body go limp. “What lesson do you want me to learn, sir?” she asked, the term of respect coming naturally to her lips.
He gently stroked her well-punished bottom. “To listen to me before you go flying off the handle. To keep your temper in check.”
“Yes, sir,” Madeline murmured, reveling in the feeling of his hand and the heat in her ass as the sting faded. “I’ll do better, sir. I’m sorry for losing my temper with you.”
“Hmm.” Enoch let his fingers trail down once again, and Madeline gasped as he slipped two fingers inside her. “Understand, Maddie, that discipline will follow such outbursts.”
As long as your fingers follow afterward,she thought but did not risk saying aloud.
He moved his fingers back and forth rhythmically, and Madeline whimpered and bit her lip. Then, as he stroked forward, Enoch’s thumb found her clit and pressed down. Madeline’s body bucked as she came hard.
Enoch paused long enough to let her ride it out then went back to moving back and forth. This time, he let his fingers curl to press at her most sensitive spots. She gasped again.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and Madeline cried out in protest as he pulled his fingers out. Enoch helped her to stand up as he also came to his feet. He held her tightly as he turned her body so that she was facing the conference table.
“Lean forward,” he ordered, “until your elbows are touching the table. If you lift those elbows up, you go back over my lap, and your spanking begins all over again.”
“Yes, sir,” sighed Madeline, trying to stop her legs from trembling. Carefully, she leaned forward until both of her elbows were on the conference table. She arched her back to raise her bottom.
“What a gorgeous view,” observed Enoch approvingly. Once again, the sound of his voice in approval brought an immediate reaction in her core. Madeline heard the sound of a zipper then of pants falling to the floor. She risked a look back just as Enoch gripped her hips with his hands and pressed the head of his rigid cock against her entrance.
“Who is your man?” he demanded.
She pressed herself against his cock. “You are, sir. And I am your woman.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Enoch growled harshly and drove himself balls deep inside her. Madeline came on the spot and might have fallen were it not for Enoch’s iron grip on her hips. He drew back slowly, almost all the way out, seeming to revel in every part of her pussy, before slamming his entire length back in again. Enoch growled in a way that sent butterflies through her core then set himself to punishing her pussy in the same way that he had punished her ass.
The feel of his pelvis slamming against her freshly spanked bottom brought with it a sense of pain and pleasure that only added to the mixture of heady sensations that Madeline was experiencing. Later, she might question the degree to which she actually was a submissive; at the moment, all she knew was that being bent over a table while Enoch had his way with her punished body was everything she could ever want out of sex. Indeed, it was more than she had ever thought possible. Madeline let out a moan as she climaxed again.
“My woman,” rumbled Enoch as he curled his fingers around the roots of her hair and drew her head back slightly. This additional assertion of his mastery took Madeline to another level, and she cried out his name in ecstasy. This seemed to spur him on to even greater efforts, until finally he spent himself inside her, groaning.
“Gods,” he breathed. “Madeline Marx, you have the sweetest pussy.”
Madeline tried to come up with a witty response, but she was too well sated and spent herself. “Thank you,” she managed. “I’m a big fan of your cock as well.”
Still standing behind her, his dick inside her, Enoch stroked her hair, running his hands down her red curls before trailing them soothingly down her back. He brought his hands around to stroke her sides, leaving Madeline practically purring.
