Jake Ryan’s Woman

By Carolyn Faulkner

 E x c e r p t s

©2003 by Carolyn Faulkner / BacksideOfLove.com

he saw the doorknob turn, and suddenly he stepped into the room far enough for her to creep up a little behind him and out towards the living room, but he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and grabbed her wrist as she stepped into the hall, pulling her backwards against him.  Jake used her own momentum against her and swept her up into his arms, carrying her out to the couch where he put her on her feet directly in front of him, but kept an arm securely around her waist.  There was absolutely no hope of getting away from him twice in one night.  Sophie knew her fate was sealed by the grim set of his mouth as he made short work of her pants and panties, pulling them down below her knees.  Just before he positioned her face down over his lap Sophie had a moment of regret that the first time he saw her intimately was when he was about to administer a spanking.

            He was too angry to notice her or lecture and scold, as he usually would, so he merely set about turning those lovely cream hillocks into angry red hemispheres.  Jake adored spanking a woman, for fun and for punishment, and he did it as he did most things – logically, methodically, and thoroughly, much to the despair of unlucky girl on the receiving end – and Sophie’s bottom was just ripe for the application of a hand or implement.  Her butt was full and round, almost overly so, and each cheek wobbled enticingly as its turn came to feel the impact of his smacks.  Swats were dispersed as evenly as possible over the entire ample surface of her skin until it was the glowing red shade of a mid-summer sunset.

            Then his palm got to work on her thighs just as diligently until the two shades matched perfectly.  Sophie screamed from the moment his palm first caressed her butt with a loud crack, largely from the pain but also from the humiliation of her position; face down over his lap getting the spanking of a lifetime.  She tried squirming and wiggling but the iron hard arm at the small of her back easily kept her in perfect position, entirely vulnerable to his punishing hand.  The small hand she put back to try to deflect some of his well-placed strokes was efficiently pinned out of the way without so much as a pause in the terrible rhythm of slap, slap, slap that he beat out on her rapidly swelling cheeks.  Scissor-kicking didn’t get her anywhere, either, and she knew that it just made her look all that much more like a naughty little girl getting her due, but the fire he was setting in her bottom demanded that she do something, however ineffectual, to stem the flames that caused her to scream and cry and yell but receive not one ounce of mercy from her punisher.

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ophie moaned loudly, arching her back and clutching wildly at his shoulders as every flick of his tongue shot aching pulses of pleasure to the secret, swelling flesh between her legs.  “Oh, yes, my baby likes that, huh?” Jake teased, rasping his five o’clock shadow over those delicate tips and chuckling evilly at her shriek of surprise.  His mouth and tongue quickly soothed the tender ache and her rhythmic moans of pleasure were his reward.

As he lay half on top of her, a hand wandered away from her breasts to explore slowly down over her tummy, laying claim to that intriguingly vulnerable mound of flesh at the juncture of her thighs.  When he’d felt in the shower that she was bare there, he couldn’t believe it, but there she was, nestled in his fingers, all warm and swollen.  Sophie started a little, and he murmured soothing nothings against her breast as he gently but firmly insinuated a finger between those wondrously soft folds.  “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he cajoled in a husky whisper.

Sophie hesitated for a moment, putting her hand on his head.  Jacob lay completely still, letting her decide to trust him – wanting but not wanting to force the issue.  He let out a loud breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when her knees began to inch apart slowly, shyly.  He didn’t rush in and grope and plunder, but explored her at a leisurely pace, learning her slowly and carefully, not missing a thing – not an in-drawn breath, not an aching whimper, not a shudder of pleasure got by him as he committed to memory what kind of stroking made this very special woman purr.

While his fingers brailled her most intimate spot, his lips returned to her nipple, suckling eagerly, keeping her breath ragged, her back arched in pleasure as a long, thick middle finger made the foray to her entrance, getting truly drenched in love juices as its reward.  Jake nearly shouted at this unmistakable proof that, despite her misgivings and nerves, she wanted him.  He pressed that bold finger into her soft inner folds as her hips came completely off the bed and her hand caught his wrist in a death grip.  “Shh-shh-shh,” he soothed, resting his cheek against her breast.  “God, darlin’, you’re tight as a virgin!” he exclaimed, his mind racing ahead to wonder how that snug fit was going to drive him crazy when he finally took her.   

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is face darkened dangerously as he advanced into the bathroom, taking the shirt and bra from her hands and throwing them in the direction of the counter.  Wordlessly, he turned her around to unzip the skirt she’d just succeeded in zipping, then literally ripped her panties away from her hips.  When she was naked again, he turned her towards the door with a sharp slap to her bare bottom.  “Get back in bed,” he ordered gruffly.

“But – “  was all she got out before he took it upon himself to escort her there with a hand firmly on the small of her back, muttering angrily all the way about things Sophie only heard snatches of – “etiquette my ass” . . . “wear our your welcome” . . . “I’ll wear out my hand on your butt” . . .

“What about my nightgown?” Sophie squeaked shyly, crossing her arms over her breasts, knowing she’d lose the battle to contain her emotions and maintain her dignity in front of this relentless man.

His mouth was a hard line.  “You won’t be needing it,” he promised as he pulled her down next to him to cradle her in his arms.  Holding her tightly to his side as if he worried she might try to sneak away from him again, Jake scolded fiercely, “I told you you’d be lucky if I let you out of bed by Sunday and I wasn’t kidding.  I don’t want to hear any more of this crap about wearing out your welcome, young lady.  Is that understood?”  Apparently expecting no answer, Jake tilted her face up to his and kissed her possessively, then turned her onto her side and cuddled up to her bottom, spoon fashioned.  Sophie couldn’t believe it when she felt his hardness poked into the crack of her bottom.  Was the man on Viagra or something?

Jake Ryan’s Woman
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o buts, my girl, except your naughty one getting blistered!"  Jake began spanking her in earnest, putting his considerable strength behind each stinging stroke.  Tears coursed down Sophie's other cheeks before he'd administered the tenth stroke, but he continued to swat her rump in rhythm with his harsh lecture.  "When I tell you not to do something, I expect to be obeyed!  I am not talking just to hear my own voice, you know."  Jake spanked methodically up and down her tender cheeks, and up and down the soft, sweet backs of her legs, then settled a large majority of swats on that tender crease at the bottom of her cheeks, just where they became her thighs.  This, he knew, would give her a nice reminder of this spanking every time she sat down for the next several days.  "Your health is nothing to fool around with, young lady," he continued, as he began re-tenderizing previously punished areas.  "I'm very disappointed that I'm having to repeat this lesson, but you obviously didn't learn anything from the first time around.  Perhaps I've been too lenient with you."

As much as she hated having her bottom set on fire by his strict attentions, as much as she detested being taken over his knee like a little girl, as much as Sophie hated being called "naughty" and "young lady", hearing that he was disappointed in her was worse than any of those things.  Jake's opinion of her was important to her - stubborn, macho, chauvinist that he was.  She wanted him to like her, and be proud of her.  Hell, she loved him, even though she'd yet to come to terms with that idea herself. 

What could be worse than being told point blank that you'd disappointed a loved one?