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  Love Heals

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  Dinah McLeod

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  Mcleod, Dinah

  Love Heals

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-499-7

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

  Table of contents:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  "Remember the rule," Brandon whispered huskily into my ear, making me shiver as warmth traveled throughout the length of my body. "Don't come until I say you can."

  "Yes, Sir." My reply was a breathy little whisper that did little to convey how close I was already. It didn't take much where my smokin'-hot boyfriend was concerned. All it took was a look, the one he got when he found me impossible and sexy all it once, and I was ready.

  My promise proved harder to keep than I'd originally imagined, which was the whole point of the game. He did everything he could think of to take me to the brink of ecstasy and the promise of what would follow if I disobeyed was enough to send me tumbling over the edge.

  "Don't," he warned in a low overtone as he teased and pinched my hardened nipple between his fingers.

  I pressed my legs together, trying to fight my desire, or at least hold it at bay for as long as possible. He'd been delivering a steady barrage of torturous pleasure for over half an hour now and I didn't know how much more I could take. My thighs were moist with longing and squeezing my legs together only served to make me hyper-aware of my need for release.

  "Close your eyes," he whispered and I obeyed without delay. The assault began anew as he traced his fingers along every contour of my naked body, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he went.

  "Brandon," I gasped, another breathy murmur.

  "Shh, I'm hardly even touching you." He was right, of course, but somehow that feather-light touch awakened every nerve in my body. Every inch of me was shivery and aroused, every bit of skin begging for his attention. I drew my breath in slowly, waiting to see what he would do next. My nipples were hardened to the point of pain which might have a little something to do with the nipple clamps he'd put on them earlier. My pussy was throbbing in need, but it didn't seem like he planned on sating my desire any time soon. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, muffling my frustrated moan.

  He heard it anyway and chuckled low in his throat. "Soon, baby girl, if you're good. You do want to be good, don't you?"

  God, I'd never wanted anything more in my life. I arched my back, pushing my breasts out toward him, not bothering to try to hide my moan this time. I was lying on his bed, flat on my back, my wrists tied to the bedposts for no other reason than because seeing them bound excited him. When he took my nipple into his mouth, the heat of his lips against my tender skin made my breath hitch in excitement and I couldn't bite back the moan of ecstasy that rose to my lips.

  "Not yet," he scolded before he went back to alternating between suckling and biting down on my nipple.

  I laid flat again with a whimper, desperately wishing I could talk him into fucking me. I would try if I thought I had half a chance of being successful, but I'd begged before and I was determined not to do it again. I was a CEO of my own company, for God's sake! I was used to being begged, not the other way around!

  He switched nipples, making my groans deepen with urgency. When his fingers traced the outside of my pussy I thought I'd come on the spot. "Not yet," he murmured wickedly. When he slid a finger in, testing my wetness, I nearly came undone. Every single cell in my body was begging for release, an end to this torture that would only stop one of two ways: either with him fucking me until we were both sweaty and exhausted and incapable of speech, or until my body betrayed me and disobeyed him. To do so would land me right over his knee, which I suspected was what he'd been hoping for. Well, I would be damned if I gave him what he wanted—or at least I'd die trying, which was starting to look more likely.

  The second finger slid in next to the first and Brandon strummed me expertly, making my sex clench and hum with anticipation. I could feel my climax building, my body going taut to fight it. He let go of my nipple abruptly and it tingled with the loss of his touch. He bent down and blew a stream of warm air on my wet pussy lips, which was all it took for me to surrender to the pleasure that had been striving to overtake me.

  I caught sight of the satisfied grin moving across Brandon's face right before I closed my eyes and shuddered against his hand. He was a gentleman, he didn't believe in leaving things unfinished and he let his fingers dance wildly, mercifully inside me until my orgasm reached its peak. He walked around the bed to untie my hands and climbed back in bed beside me, pulling me to him while I trembled with another orgasm.

  I snuggled close, curling against his big, strong chest. "I think you like it when I lose."

  "You know something?" he asked, trailing a finger down my cheek. "I think you like it, too."

  "You certainly seem pleased with yourself," I huffed, hiding a smile.

  "Course I am, baby. I'll be even more pleased when I've got that glorious ass of yours over my knee and paddle in hand."

  I pulled back to look at him, my eyes wide. "You didn't say anything about a paddle!"

  "Didn't I?" he asked, laughter dancing in his dark blue eyes.

  "Brandon…"

  "Okay, okay, no paddle. Maybe I'll bring the flogger out to play."

  I relaxed and snuggled back up to him. I liked the flogger, which he knew all too well. He gave me a few minutes to lounge in the luxurious warmth of his body before patting my bottom and standing. I groaned when I felt the bed shift as he got off, but it was only for effect. I was smiling behind my hand.

  In the beginning, I'd found the idea of a grown woman being spanked—especially a smart, powerful one like myself—absurd. But then, Brandon could be very persuasive with his broad shoulders and rock-hard abs. The first time I'd felt his hand collide with my bottom in a hard barrage of punishing smacks, I'd vowed it would never happen again, but as we continued to date he taught me that spankings could be as wonderfully pleasurable and relaxing as they could be painful. Thankfully, it was the former I had in store for me today. It would hurt a little, but it would also amplify the pleasure.

  "Roll on your stomach and push your bottom toward me, honey." His voice was as smooth as velvet and it was enough to make me shiver in excitement. He was always so gentle with me, which I found downright sexy.

  Look at that, already horny again before the first swat has even landed, I thought to myself as I obeyed.

  "Mmm," he said as his large, broad hand stroked my bare cheeks. "You know, I'd bet Aphrodite herself would envy this ass."

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p; "Are you saying the Goddess of Love had a flat butt?" I teased, muffling my laughter with the pillow. Laughter that quickly turned to an indignant screech as his hand collided with my cheek in a firm spank.

  "Not at all, just that it couldn't have been nearly as perfect as yours." Another firm smack punctuated his words.

  I relaxed and let myself fall into the rhythm of the spanking, often sighing after a swat. Never, ever did I think I would list spanking under relaxing activities, but it was right up there with hot baths and yoga—only much more fun.

  "Do you like that, my naughty girl?" he asked huskily as he continued to spank my bottom. "You're starting to blush already."

  He said it like it was a compliment and I giggled.

  "You didn't answer my question." He tsked his tongue and the smacks got a little harder.

  "Hey, no fair!" I protested, turning around. "This isn't supposed to hurt!"

  He arched a dark brown eyebrow and gave me that look that turned my insides to jelly. "Is that right, little girl? And since when do you get to tell me how to spank you?"

  He had a point. Damn it, I hated it when he was right, because it usually meant more pain for my poor bottom. "I don't, but—"

  "You did," he countered, still frowning in a way that made my thighs quiver—whether in fear or excitement I wasn't quite sure.

  A thousand retorts leapt to my lips, but in the end I lowered my lashes and went with the one that would be the most helpful. To my bottom, that was. "I'm sorry, Sir."

  "We'll see. Turn around."

  I obeyed, grateful for the playfulness I could hear underneath his stern tone. The next spank landed quickly, followed rapidly by another to my other cheek. Both stung and were followed by half a dozen more, delivered rapid-fire.

  "I make the rules, Karen and if I choose to make your spanking hurt, you'll take it without the attitude. Understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," I sniffled. It was what I'd agreed to, after all, and having him take me in hand made me as wet as it made him hard. Weird or not, it was what worked for us.

  "Now, I'm getting the flogger. Put your legs together, please."

  I winced. The only time he ever told me to close my legs was when he intended to spank my thighs. I'd had such high hopes for tonight and I had to ruin it with being sassy. Thankfully, from the first swat I could tell he'd switched back to playful. The spanks hurt a little, but the sting faded quickly and was replaced with a tingling that made me purr contentedly.

  "Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, little girl?"

  "Yes, Sir," I replied dutifully, turning to face him.

  "On your knees then."

  I obeyed quickly with a radiant smile on my face as I unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection. The sight of it never failed to make me horny. I took to my task with gusto, pulling the length into my mouth as far as I could without making myself gag.

  Brandon's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as he groaned his pleasure.

  Hearing it spurred me on and I slid my lips up and down his cock with more enthusiasm than I'd imagined possible before meeting him. When I tasted the drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock, I slurped lustily, eager to have his seed spill into the back of my throat.

  "God, Karen." He grabbed me around the waist and hauled me to my feet.

  "But—"

  He interrupted my pouting with a quick smack to my tingling rear. "Bed. Now."

  I scampered to obey his huskily growled command, throwing myself on my back and opening my legs—not to mention my dripping pussy—to his cock. He plunged into my soaking depths with a roar that made me grab fistfuls of sheet and brace myself. Normally unendingly tender, it set my heart to racing when Brandon took me forcefully, his pumping, hurried thrusts telling me how much my body pleased him.

  When he came, I let myself go and climaxed right behind him, our bodies shuddering together in mutual bliss. When he fell on me, his tight, muscled body glistened with a sheen of sweat. He kissed my temple and whispered something that sounded like I love you in between quick, gasping breaths.

  I was too spent for words, so I grabbed his cock and moved my hand up and down his shaft to show him instead.

  ***

  My ass was still tingling—in a very tantalizing, delicious sort of way—when my phone vibrated on the nightstand. "Crap," I muttered when I saw the calendar reminder flashing at me.

  "What?" Brandon walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a plush, dark blue towel wrapped around his waist.

  Even though he'd fucked me thoroughly mere minutes ago, the sight of his hard, toned body glistening with water was enough to make me ache all over again for the feel of his cock inside me. From the moment my eyes landed on his taut, perfect body, I was entranced. I couldn't resist going to him and stepping into his arms, welcoming the embrace he offered. I didn't mind that my hair dampened as I leaned against his chest. Just inhaling the manly, sandalwood scent of his skin made up for that. Simply being near him made it more than worth it.

  "What is it, Karen?"

  "Nothing," I sighed, already regretting that I had to leave. These days, I lived for the weekends, for the two whole days I could spend with him uninterrupted by work. It was comical, considering that only a few short months ago my stance on it had been live to work rather than work to live. As CEO of the company I'd created, Dusty Records, I'd once had a habit of working twelve to fourteen grueling hours a day. Now, I came in late, left early and some days even slipped away for an extended lunch. There had to be some perks of being at the top, right?

  "Doesn't sound like nothing," he replied, his hands reaching around to cup my ass. When he gave my right cheek a pinch, I gasped and tried to pull away, but his hands trapped me easily. "If I have to ask again, the paddle will come out."

  I shivered at the huskily murmured threat. "I just have a meeting I'd rather not attend."

  "Tsk, tsk," he scolded playfully. "Who's this woman and what have you done with the real Karen? She'd never miss a day of work."

  "What can I say, you've corrupted me."

  "In more ways than one," he said with a sexy grin that made my stomach flip.

  "Skip work today," I begged, tightening my grip around his waist.

  "You know I'd love to, just like you also know that I can't."

  I tilted my head back, widening my brown eyes and chewing my bottom lip in a way that I knew he found irresistible. "Please?"

  "Don't make me repeat myself, woman," he growled, dipping me backwards and kissing my mouth. "You'll regret it."

  Thinking that a spanking would at least keep him with me another half hour, I was willing to risk it until I saw the resolution in his eyes.

  He pulled me back up and released me—I could see his regret, but he let go nonetheless. "Better start getting ready, babe. Do you want me to turn the shower back on for you?"

  "You should have let me share yours," I mumbled sullenly.

  "You know that's against the rules." He stroked my hair and leaned over to kiss my head lightly before he turned and headed back for the bathroom.

  There was nothing I could do but watch him leave, admiring his broad shoulders, tanned back and tight, firm ass. Just looking at him got me wet again, which was why he'd made it a rule that we couldn't shower together on the weekdays. He said it was pointless, because we couldn't keep our hands off each other and never got clean. After he'd been late to work twice in the same week, he'd laid down the law. It was just one more reason I looked forward to the weekends.

  With a long suffering sigh, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Alone. I knew he was right, of course—his body was irresistible enough to make me want to call in sick every day of the week.

  "Have a great day," he said, giving me one more lingering kiss.

  "Whatever," I mumbled.

  "Are you pouting, Karen? Do I need to remind you what happens to little girls who pout?" He asked before I could answer.

  "No, Sir," I replied quickly, forcing my tone ba
ck toward civility.

  "Are you sure? I'd be more than happy to remind you that spankings aren't always so much fun."

  "You have to be at work, remember?"

  He frowned at my sassy tone. "You're right, otherwise I'd deal with that smart mouth right now. But you know what, I think I'm going to head in and leave you to your shower. But make no mistake, we will be having a discussion about it this evening. And you have all day to think about it."

  Worry about it, he meant. I squirmed under his stern gaze. I knew the pouting would put him on edge. He hated it when I tried to make him feel guilty and I never seemed to know how to stop myself. "I'm sorry," I apologized meekly.

  "We'll see. I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  "Have a good day and be a good girl for me, okay?"

  He said "be good" but what he actually meant was "be nice" and I quickly turned away so he couldn't call me out on rolling my eyes and add it to my growing list of sins. Besides which, I was always nice. If not, at least I always got the job done and that was close enough, right? Yeah, they were practically the same thing.

  "Karen?" There was an undercurrent of warning in his voice that prodded me to turn and face him.

  "Yes, Sir," I agreed, trying hard to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I held the opinion that my business was my business, but my boyfriend didn't happen to share that view.

  It was clear that he'd caught it despite my attempt to hide it, but he let it go with another stern look. "I'll see you back here later?"

  "Of course."

  He gave my bottom one more pat as a reminder before he turned to leave. I let the water run as I watched him walk away. Oh, but he was yummy. It was one of the reasons I had such a hard time going to work these days—for one thing, his scrumptious bod made me want to keep us between the sheets, but for another, there was no way he wasn't being ogled by other women. Hell, he was chiseled enough to be getting cat calls from other men, too and the thought of anyone looking at him made me insanely, irrationally jealous. It was just something that I was going to have to live with.