Michelle Hasker

"Would you quit staring at his ass and hand me that brush?"

The sarcasm wasn't lost on Sophie as she reached for the paintbrush and passed it to her best friend.

"What's wrong, Michael?"

"I'm tired of watching you ogle other men."

"You'd rather I ogled you?" She asked, grinning. He did have a rather nice body. What a shame he'd never looked twice at her. He always treated her like one of the guys, and he probably always would.

"It'd be safer to ogle me then strange men you don't know."

"That's part of the excitement." Sophie laughed when Michael frowned. "Makes the sex more fulfilling."

"One of these days I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you."

"Promise?" She batted her eyelashes, then turned back to the man she'd been admiring, leaned out the window, and wolf-whistled.

Michael growled. Sophie looked at him. When he dropped his paintbrush his eyes flashed, giving away his intent. She squealed, and ran full speed, down the hall toward the bathroom. Her hand closed on the doorknob an instant before Michael grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in the air.

Sophie's heart leapt in her throat. Was he really going to spank her? Moisture pooled between her thighs at the thought. Her heart raced and she struggled to breathe when he sat on the sofa and placed her on his lap.

"You wouldn't dare!" She gasped.

"You've had this coming for a long time now. Trust me, it will hurt you more than it will me."

"Michael!" She wriggled on his lap, trying half-heartedly to get free. "Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise."

Sophie stopped struggling and turned to look at him. Michael's face was flushed, and he stared at her bottom as if he were memorizing the very contours of her ass.

"Michael?" She tried to twist free again. Something was wrong. Why did he look so funny? As if he liked what he saw?

"Shhhh," he whispered, running his hand over her white cotton shorts.

Sophie squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping he didn't notice her panties were soaked. She would give almost anything for just one night with him, one chance to make him fall in love with her. Hell, just one night of hot sex would suffice. She hoped. Anything to get him out of her system.

"Michael?"

She wriggled, uncomfortable as something dug into her side. Did he have the paintbrush in his lap? No, he'd dropped it to chase her. Sophie stiffened when she realized it was his erection.

Oh my. He was turned on by the prospect of spanking her. Who knew he had a kinky side?

"Sophie?" His eyes found hers and held her gaze.

"Yes?" she asked, shivering.

"You've been a naughty little girl."

She closed her eyes and laughed. What kind of corny line was that?

His palm connected, hard, on her ass. Sophie flinched, her laughter dying as her rear began to sting. He had really hit her.

"A naughty, naughty girl."

His hand came down on a different part of her this time, but it still stung. Sophie held her breath as he continued to spank her, varying the spot his hand fell, but keeping the hits strong. Soon the stings turned to pleasure, and she had to bite back moans of excitement.

Sophie tried not to let Michael see she was enjoying his manhandling, but the feelings were so intense and new that she couldn't stop herself from lifting her hips to meet his smacks. A low moan escaped, and Michael froze, his hand on her bottom.

"You're enjoying this!"

"No." She shook her head, protesting automatically.

"Yes, you are."

Michael's hand slid over her ass, toward the moist proof of her desire. He wouldn't touch her there would he? His hand dipped between her thighs. Yes, he would.

Sophie closed her eyes, and tried not to squeeze her legs together, trapping his hand there. She wanted him to do more than check to see if she was wet.

"You're so wet."

"And you're hard!" She gasped, turning her head to stare at the large bulge in his jeans.

"I didn't know you liked sex this way."

"Does it matter?"

"But we're friends. I thought you were supposed to tell your best friend everything."

Sophie sighed and ran a hand through her tousled hair. Damn. "Look, Michael. I've always been secretly interested in BDSM, okay."

"You never told me."

"There are some things a girl doesn't tell anyone, not even her best friend."

"You've never kept anything a secret from me."

"I've been keeping a lot more from you than my fetish for bondage."

Sophie slammed her lips shut as his eyes widened. Oh hell, when would she learn to think before she spoke?

Michael picked her up and sat her back down on his lap, this time facing him. His erection pressed against her, creating a butterfly sensation in her stomach. She wished there was no clothing between them. She wanted to feel Michael deep inside her. Sophie shifted until his cock pressed against her clit.

"Stop squirming, woman."

"Why?" Sophie grinned and rubbed against him. "Am I bothering you?"

Michael groaned, then fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her face close. When his lips met hers, Sophie stopped thinking, and gave in to her desires. She took control, kissing him with every ounce of pent up passion she'd stored over the past year.

Sophie moved on him, simulating the lovemaking she wanted. He slid his hand around to cup her ass, encouraging her motions. She broke the kiss and shifted her attention to his neck where she nibbled on his salty flesh before working her way to his earlobe and taking it between her teeth.

"Fuck me, Michael."

He didn't answer, just rose, still holding her. Sophie wrapped her legs around him and held on as he walked down the hall to her bedroom. He placed her on the bed gently, and kneeled, staring down at her.

He wasn't having second thoughts was he? Sophie sat up and reached for him, unbuttoning his jeans.

"Stop," he said.

Sophie froze at the harshness of his tone.

"I'm in charge here. Strip."

Without hesitating, Sophie pulled off her shirt, and reached for her shorts. She wasn't about to give him time to change his mind.

"You want to be dominated?" Michael asked, his gaze meeting hers.

Sophie nodded and held her breath waiting for him to make his move.

"Finish stripping, then get on your hands and knees, facing the wall."

Obeying him quickly, Sophie took off her bra and thong, and kneeled on the bed. She stared at the wall, waiting, hoping he'd take off his clothes and make love to her before she exploded with need.

"Put your hands on top of the headboard, and don't let go. If you do, I'll have to punish you."

"Punish me?" She gasped and turned around to look at him.

"You must do as I say, now I shall punish you for not obeying my command. Hands on the headboard. Now."

Sophie wondered if he'd spank her again. The thought excited her almost as much as the knowledge that he would soon be buried deep inside her.

His finger slid along her damp folds. "You are so wet, Sophie. Is it for me? Or for the punishment you're about to receive?"

Sophie couldn't answer even if he'd really wanted her to. Anticipation held her breathless and quivering. The bed dipped as he kneeled behind her. She tensed, waiting for the first strike. It never came. Instead, he slid underneath her and spread her folds wide.

She jumped when Michael licked the skin around her clit. Sophie arched her back, and tried to move so that his tongue would stroke her, but his hands locked on her hips, holding her still. She realized what her punishment would be as he circled the tight nub, but didn't take it in his mouth.

"Michael." She moaned and wiggled her body.

"Sophie." He sighed and slid out from under her. He rose on his knees behind her, and shook his head when she turned to look. "I guess you need more punishment."

"I need you in me."

Michael laughed, and rose from the bed. "Obviously you have problems laying still. And being quiet. Do you have nylons or some scarves?"

Sophie blushed as she remembered the silk scarves and furry handcuffs she'd bought a few months ago. There was a whip, too, but she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to use it on someone.

"There's a bag in my closet," she mumbled.

He slapped her ass, hard. "What?"

"My closet. White bag." She gasped, lifting her rear higher.

"Hmmm." His voice came from inside the closet. "What have we here?"

His voice drew closer as he walked back to the bed. He dumped the contents onto her comforter and sorted through them.

"Turn around, and lay on your back."

Sophie did as he asked, wondering what he was planning now. She didn’t have posts or anything at the foot of her bed. Michael improvised quickly, and in no time she was tied, her legs spread eagle, to the headboard, and her hands tied together and stretched over her head.

"Don't move, and don't speak." Michael grinned at her as he caressed the whip. "When I command you to speak you shall address me as Master. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Keep your arms above your head. Do not cum, and don't speak unless you are saying the safe word. Hmm, we'll make it Spaghetti."

Sophie bit her lips to stifle a giggle. Spaghetti.

The whip cracked next to her thigh, and she flinched. "Unless you are doing this with someone experienced, you could really get hurt." The whip cracked again, but this time on her thigh. The pain quickly turned into pleasure as he rained stroke upon stroke upon her, faster and harder, none falling on the same spot.

Pressure built between her thighs, each lash of the whip increasing her pleasure until it threatened to consume her. Sophie struggled not to make a sound, or cum, but Michael was relentless. She wanted more of the sensation, and tried to arch her back, lifting her lower body to meet the whip. The next lash drew a moan from her. She closed her eyes and turned her head back and forth. How much longer could she fight her climax?

"I think that's enough for now." Michael dropped the whip on the floor, and crawled over her. "You've been a good girl, and I'm going to give you a reward now."

Sophie opened her eyes, and met his gaze. She drew in deep, panting breaths, praying he was going to fuck her. He slid his hands over her thighs, caressing her stinging flesh. When Michael bent down and sucked her clit into his mouth, Sophie cried out, tugging on her restraints. Her legs didn't budge, but she almost brought her arms down. Catching herself in time, she fisted her hands in the comforter.

"Oh, damn it, Spaghetti."

"Spaghetti?" Michael paused and looked up at her.

"Yes, please, Michael. Untie me and make love to me."

"That's not how it works. You use the safe word if I'm hurting you. Are you in pain?" His expression was one of doubt.

"Of course I am. You're torturing me."

"But I didn't hurt you." Michael chuckled. "You can't use the safe word. Now I'll have to punish you for breaking the rules."

"Michael!" She whimpered as he pulled away from her.

"Let's see what else you have in here..." Michael turned and searched through the items he'd dumped on the bed. "Ahhh. A blindfold. Some lotion? Handcuffs?"

She dropped down on the bed with a sigh. He wasn't walking out. In fact, he swaggered back over to her with the blindfold in one hand, and the lotion in the other.

"What...ahh...are you doing, Michael?"

"You want kinky, I'll give you kinky."

He turned her around, and retied her, then placed the blindfold over her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You forgot to address me as Master, and you spoke without permission."

Sophie gasped when Michael snapped the handcuffs on her wrists. He tugged them over her head.

"Hold on to this and don't let go. And don't cum until I give you permission to."

Damn. She had never seen Michael this way, and it excited her. Not that she could see him, but that in itself was exciting. What was he planning to do?

"Dare I ask who you bought this stuff for?" Michael asked.

She didn’t answer. He'd never believe her anyway.

Without her eyesight, Sophie concentrated on her other senses. The scent of cherry tickled her nose, and she knew he had the lotion in his hands. She braced herself, expecting cold, but instead her skin warmed when he rubbed the gel onto her breasts. Everywhere he touched, she tingled, and it spread down her stomach to her thighs, until her entire body felt more alive then ever.

As his hands moved over her, kneading her nipples and tugging on them slightly, she moaned. His breath blew across her skin, creating more warmth. When she thought she could bear no more, he sucked on her nipple, while pinching the other one. Sophie held onto the headboard as tightly as she could, otherwise she'd rack up another punishment, and Michael would stop what he was doing.

"Such a good girl. I think you need a reward."

Sophie moaned her agreement. She wanted him inside her. Now. This torment, while sweet, was punishment enough. Michael spread the liquid heat over her belly, and lower, not missing a spot as he spread it all the way down to her thighs.

"I do love cherry." Michael whispered against her belly. His tongue tickled her as he licked at the edible lotion.

Sophie squirmed underneath him.

"You are so hot."

Michael dragged his face across her abdomen, and buried his mouth in her curls. His breath heated the lotion there, sending pleasure racing through her, without a touch. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on her until she was writhing beneath him. Wordlessly, she turned her head back and forth, fighting to keep the spiraling tension under control.

"Remember, you cannot come," he said as he slid a finger deep inside her sheath.

"Yes, Master."

Sophie gasped for air as Michael increased her torment, pulling his digit out, then slipping it back in, all the while teasing her clit with his tongue. When he added another finger, and increased the speed and force of his thrusts, she moaned, and moved her hips.

"So, so fucking hot."

His words, spoken against her sensitive flesh, sent a rush of shivers through her. Choking back a cry, Sophie fought not to lose control. She didn't want to disappoint Michael. She didn't want to ruin her chance with him. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together.

Michael forced her legs apart, and withdrew his fingers. NO! She'd ruined things! Biting back a sob, she turned her head to the side, tears slipping down her cheeks.

The sound of a zipper, sent her heart thundering in her chest. Oh my gosh. He's finally going to do it. Sophie laid there, trembling, until the bed dipped again, and she felt the tip of his shaft probing her entrance. He rubbed his cock against her, coating it in her juices, then entered her in one piercing thrust.

Sophie screamed, and arched off the bed, her hands, desperately clawing at the headboard. He was so big. And he felt so good. He filled her completely, as no other ever had.

"Sophie?" His voice sounded strained.

"Yes, Master?" She choked on the answer because he moved inside her.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," she gasped as he slid out. "No, master, don't stop. Please."

He groaned. "Beg me."

Beg? She'd do anything to get him back inside her.

"Please fuck me, Michael. Please. I mean, Master." Sophie whimpered when he pinched her clit.

"You can't come until I tell you to."

"Yes, Master. Anything you say. Just fuck me. Now!"

Michael laughed, but he slid in her until he could go no further, then he withdrew partway, and slammed back into. He repeated the motion over and over again, until Sophie lost herself in the pleasure. The sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh echoed in her ears, along with Michael's moans. Her body tensed. She hung there, teetering on the edge, praying he'd remember to tell her to cum. His name hovered on the edge of her lips. If he didn't say something soon, she'd explode.

"Come for me, Sophie."

Before he finished speaking, she shattered into a million pieces, her body trembling as wave after wave of aftershocks swept through her. Michael stiffened, then groaned. He leaned over her, and kissed her. Sophie marveled at the gentle kiss, so at odds with his rough handling of her only a minute ago.

He removed the blindfold. Sophie blinked at the brightness of the room while he unlocked the handcuffs, and massaged her wrists.

How should she act? Was he going to play this off, or would he want a repeat performance?

"That was fantastic," Michael whispered, pulling her into his arms. He lay down next to her, and tugged her against him.

What should she say? Thanks, can we do it again sometime? Like now?

"Sophie?"

"Hmmm?"

"Was it the spanking that turned you on? Or was it me?"

Here it was. How should she answer? Tell him the truth and pray he didn't reject her? Lie and go back to being friends? Oh hell, there was no way she could go back to being friends now. Already, she wanted him to dominate her again.

Sophie pulled away from him. Might as well get this over with. She climbed out of bed and reached for her shorts. She tugged them on, skipping her underwear in favor of covering herself quickly.

"Sophie?" He stood up and walked over to her, "Answer me, please."

"It was you. Okay?"

Michael grabbed her arm, but Sophie tugged free, and scooped up her shirt.

"Damn it, woman." Michael wrapped his arms around her, pinning her against his chest.

"I love you, Michael. I always have. Please don't make this any harder for me than it already is."

"Harder for you? My God woman, you can't fulfill my sexual fantasy and then turn your back on me."

"I'm sorry. I don't expect you to return my feelings. We probably can't go back to the way things were, but I understand." Sophie's heart tightened painfully as she said good bye.

"What are you talking about! I don't want to be friends. I've been crazy about you for months now. If I had known how you felt I'd have made a move sooner."

"You mean..."

"I love you, too."

Sophie sniffled as tears slipped down her cheeks. Michael tugged her into his arms, and kissed her until her head swam.

"Get back in bed. I'm not finished with you, slave. I think it's time to bring out the heavy duty weapons."

Sophie shivered, and undressed quickly. She could only imagine what he had in mind, and the thought alone made her wet all over again.