Frenemies, Part Nine

Hey Spankos!

How are you lovely people??? Just so you know, Rulebreakers, my new release is finally available on the Kindle. Yay! HERE is the link to buy it. Or look at it. Or “Like” it. Or ignore it. Whatever. Of course, my hope is that everyone buys it since this is how I make my living. But I’ll still love you, even if you don’t. Because that’s how Michelle rolls.

I am so happy. Actually not super happy. But I will be on Monday. Because it will mean the weekend is over and so is my job of MC. For the past 18 years I’ve MC’d a Northern California arts and music festival. From nine in the morning until six at night. Exhausting. Absolutely hellaciously exhausting. People have no idea how hard it is to look like you’re being spontaneously funny. And actually having to be spontaneously funny is super draining. I used to love the gig. It connected me with my community and we raised over a quarter million dollars for the local schools through the raffle, which is also part of my duties. But I am so done with it, I can’t tell you. It’s not hard for me to be in front of an audience, it isn’t the nerves, it’s keeping the energy high and the show going. While fielding complaints and demands and seeing old high school friends and family and yada yada. The most intense performance experience I’ve ever had. On the Mondays after the festival, I can’t speak, walk or think. And over the years, it’s become less fun for me. So this year I gave my notice. While no one blames me, they aren’t happy about it. But it’s time I moved on. All I really want to do is write. And maybe do some acting again, but only to bring my characters to life. But the ending will be bittersweet. Saying good-bye won’t be easy. Until I wake up on Monday and realize that I’m finally done. Yay!!!

Enough blather. Here is the next installment of Frenemies, a story originally called Hidden Danger.

Hugs and love to all you marvelous spankos out there!

Michelle


Zoe stood with her back to the mirror, pulled down her panties and turned to see the damage. Wow. Her ass was marked, all right. Little stripes from the cane and light mottling from his hand.

But she’d never deserved a punishment more. She didn’t regret the spanking, she regretted disobeying Bryce.

Even though, it had been fun going out with her girls. Really fun. But stupid in retrospect considering the fact that her life was on the line. She had to remember that. She’d been going bonkers from being under lockdown, but her rash decision to evade Bryce and go dancing could have been a fatal error.

“Looks painful,” came a deep voice from behind her. She turned and Bryce stood at the doorway, smirking.

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.” She turned around, pulled up her panties and went to wash her hands.

“Not so fast,” he said. “Leave those down.”

The dark look in his eye made her clit throb. But she had other stuff to do.

“Bryce, I—”

“Funny, I don’t remember asking.”

“You—”

He closed the distance, grabbed her and kissed her. With a flick of his finger, her panties were around her ankles.

She protested into his mouth and he deepened the kiss until she got lost in him. His taste, the mastery with his tongue, his power over her. The jerk.

His talented fingers explored her, she spread her legs further apart to allow him more room to play.

Groaning deep in his throat, he picked her up, set her on the bathroom counter and pushed her knees apart. Bending down, he moved her folds and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Squealing, the sensation was so intense, she wanted to move away, but couldn’t. Trapped between Bryce and the wall, she could only wiggle.

A split second later, she launched into a thunderous climax, jerking and shuddering, riding the delicious wave of rapture all the way to the end.

By the time she opened her eyes, Bryce’s pants were at his thighs and he was reaching for her.

Grabbing her by the hips, he stabbed inside her with one solid thrust, slamming her g-spot. Two thrusts inside and she came, blasting into a wild climax. Screaming, she beat at his chest until he drove even more deeply inside her causing her to fly off into the stratosphere as she came even harder. Images of his dark gaze boring into her, his hungry mouth and his awesome cock flashed through her mind, sending her even higher.

He picked her up into his arms and did target practice on her g-spot, making her climax with every thrust. Her mind went gray, her whole being became one giant orgasm. Ecstasy coursed through her.

Growling, his body jerked against her as he released, driving even deeper inside her, rocketing her further into outer space. She collapsed against him, out of breath, her mind whirling.

He carried her out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he kissed her sweetly, his sweaty hot skin slick against hers.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Never been better,” she managed to say.

He laughed and hugged her. “God, woman, all I can think about is fucking you. That’s all I want to do. I always enjoyed sex, but now its like I’m addicted to it. Addicted to you.”

He kissed her hard and she came back to life. She wrapped around him, molding herself to his body.

When he pulled away, his gaze was heavy-lidded and smoldering. “Marry me.”

“Sure,” she said, kissing him. Then she heard what he said. She pushed away, her mouth agape. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”

He chuckled and kissed her. “Yes,” he said into her mouth.

“Wow.”

He ended the kiss. “So?”

“Yes. Duh. But…are you sure?” She searched his face for answers.

All she saw was love in his dark gaze.

“More than I’ve been of anything, ever.” He grinned.

“Okay!” She pictured herself barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen cooking for him while he spanked her. “Wait.”

He frowned. “What?”

“How much more control over me do you expect to get with this marriage thing?”

“Total and absolute,” he said, leaning in and kissing her.

She pushed him back. “What if I don’t give it to you?”

He raised one dark brow. “I think you know the answer to that question.”

“You’ll spank me.” She bit her lip.

“Darling, I don’t want a subservient cooking wench, I want you. It’s your spice I like the most about you.”

“But you still expect more control.”

“Probably about as much as I have over you right now. I’m not blind, Zoe. And I’m not lying to myself. You will provide me with more challenges than any other female I’ve encountered.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “In fact, I’m counting on it.” He kissed her again.

Be careful for what you wish for, Zoe thought.

She ended the kiss. “I know I’ve given you some trouble, I’m just getting so bored. So when do you think those guys will give up trying to hurt me?”

“Not sure. I mean, we haven’t found that hard disk. I’m beginning to think that Roland must have destroyed it. We’ve been through every square inch of his house and yours. Speaking of that, why didn’t you two ever move in together?”

“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”

“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”

She thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”

“I will win.”

“No, you won’t.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle