Ranya stood patiently near the backstage exit, waiting for Deacon. The after party was finally winding down, and he'd returned to her dressing room to retrieve their coats. A stagehand would deliver her garment bag and the rest of their equipment the next day but for right now, they were both eager to get home.
"Here you go, baby," Deacon said walking towards her, already wearing his black pea coat. He held her coat open, and she slid her arms through the sleeves. She shrugged the coat up over her shoulders, and his hands slid down to her hips while she fastened the buttons.
"You ready to go home?" he asked.
She nodded her head and turned towards him, planting a light kiss on his lips. "Let's get out of here," she whispered.
Deacon placed his hand protectively on the small of her back and led her out into the cold, night air. They waited patiently for the town car to pull up, and he held her door as she climbed inside. He quickly walked around the car and slid in beside her. The network had provided transportation for those performing, and she was grateful for that. If they had been alone, they might have filled the silence with casual conversation, discussing their performance or the mundane details of the night, and she didn't want that. She didn't want to lose the exquisite tension that was building between the two of them right now.
Rayna knew he was hesitant. That he was unsure how far she wanted to take this. That he was unsure how far he wanted to take this. But she longed to hear his voice, rough and demanding, telling her what to do. She longed to feel his hands on her, spanking her. Punishing her.
Rayna loved rough sex. She always had.
Sometimes, their love-making was gentle. They would slowly tease each other. Touching. Tasting. Cherishing each other's bodies. But sometimes, like earlier tonight, it was rough and hard and fast, and she loved that, too. Even when things were frenzied, he always paid attention. Always watched her carefully and made sure that she was right there with him. That they were both mutually satisfied.
There had been many times when he'd pulled her hair a little too roughly or squeezed her hips so hard that he'd left dark, finger-tip shaped bruises on her skin. But that little bit of pain had always done something for her. She loved when he would grab her wrists and hold her hands above her head as their hips moved together. Or when he would bite her nipples a little too hard right before she came. That little slip of pain had always increased the pleasure, and the rush of adrenaline had always sent her hurtling towards a long and powerful climax.
They made good time despite the traffic and before she knew it, the driver was pulling up to their house. Deacon thanked him and then came around to her side of the car and helped her out. She waited patiently for him to unlock the door, and then he ushered her inside.
Rayna was grateful the girls weren't here tonight. Maddie was out of town with some friends and Daphne was at a sleepover. They loved their girls more than anything, but it was always a treat to have a little privacy, and she had a feeling they would need it tonight.
They walked quietly into the kitchen, and she placed her purse and gloves on the counter. She heard Deacon closing and locking the door behind him and noticed that he didn't turn on the lights. The soft glow of the Christmas tree provided the only light in the house, and the darkness increased the tense, expectant vibe between them.
She turned towards Deacon and saw him staring at her intently, his eyes dark and heated. She remained quiet, watching him. Willing him to take control.
Finally, after a long, breathless moment, he reached out and caressed his finger over her cheek. His hand dropped down to the top button of her coat and he slowly slipped it through the hole. His eyes remained on hers as his hands worked their way down, deftly unfastening each one of her buttons.
"Take it off," he said, his voice quiet and authoritative.
She immediately obeyed, pulling the coat off and tossing it over a bar stool. She felt almost delirious with anticipation, and she squeezed her thighs together, relishing the hot pulse of desire she felt between her legs.
"I want you to go into the bedroom," he said in that gravely voice that always made her so damn wet. "I want you to stand in front of the sofa, and I want you to wait for me."
Without a word, she turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Deacon stood at the kitchen counter and took a deep breath, trying to calm both his nerves and his raging hard on. He wanted this. He knew she wanted it, too. Maybe even more so than he did. But at the same time, it made him nervous. They'd never really explored the line between pain and pleasure, and the idea of deliberately hurting her went against every fiber of his being.
There was also a complicated power dynamic at play here. He enjoyed the idea of her submitting to him. Giving him control in the bedroom when she so rarely relinquished control in any other area of her life. He wanted so badly to get this right. Wanted so badly to make sure that she loved this.
Any nerves he had, though, were over-powered by the delectable thought of her, standing in their bedroom, waiting for him to take control. Waiting for him to fuck her.
Deacon dropped his coat on the kitchen counter and shrugged out of his blazer. He slowly emptied his pockets and with one last, deep breath, he made his way to the bedroom. He stepped through the bedroom door and his breath caught at the site of her. She was standing in front of the sofa just as he'd told her to, her eyes bright with desire. He quietly closed the door behind him and moved towards the sofa, sitting down directly in front of Rayna. He stared at her for a long moment, allowing the tension to build. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts were rising and falling with her labored breaths. He could see how aroused she was and that excited him even more than he thought possible.
She didn't say a word. She simply stared at him, waiting for his command.
"Unzip your dress," he said, quietly. "Slowly." he added. "I want to see what's mine."
He heard her small, sharp intake of breath. She moved her right hand to the top of the zipper and slowly pulled it down, revealing inch after inch of naked skin until he saw the sheer red lace of her thong.
"All the way," he encouraged.
She used both hands to finish unzipping the dress and let it slowly fall away from her body, pooling on the floor behind her. His eyes raked over her body, her auburn curls fell temptingly over her shoulders, and her heavy naked breasts accentuated the slender curve of her waist.
"Now your panties."
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs, bending at the waist and keeping her legs perfectly straight as she pulled them down to her ankles, her back arching dramatically. She was putting on quite the show for him. He always thought she was sexy. But seeing her like this...posing for him. Teasing him. It was almost too much for him to handle. She stood up, flipping her hair over her shoulder and gingerly stepping out of her panties, careful not to let them catch on the spiky heels of her shoes and used her foot to fling them out of the way.
Her panties were soaked. Partly from their earlier activities backstage and partly from how aroused she was right now. He wanted to touch her. To stroke her hot, wetness with his fingers and feel just how excited she was. His dick pulsed in anticipation.
She stood before him without a stitch of clothing, looking all the more naked for the dangling gold earrings and sky high red stilettos that she still wore.
"Come here, baby," he instructed. "I want you to lay down on my lap."
She stepped towards him, placing her knee on the sofa next to his right leg and carefully stretching out across his lap. Her elbows rested on the sofa cushion, and her ass hovered above his leg.
"Like this?" she asked, a little uncertainly. He carefully pulled on her left leg, laying it flat against the sofa. She kept her elbows planted on the sofa but shifted her weight so that her stomach rested fully across his lap. He gently pulled her other leg up on the sofa as well but positioned it a little further away so that her legs were spread apart. Her full breasts were pressed into his left leg and her hips were resting on his right leg.
She was so beautiful he could barely breathe. Her thick curls tumbled over the edge of the sofa. Her beautiful, tempting body was laying across his lap, naked expect for those sexy as fuck red high heels. All that gorgeous, creamy skin on display for his eyes only.
"You comfortable, Ray?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered quickly, her voice breathy and anxious.
He touched the skin at the base of her neck and slowly moved his hand all the way down her spine, over her ass, and down the back of her thigh. She squirmed when his hand brushed against the sensitive, ticklish skin on the back of her knee, unintentionally rubbing herself against his straining erection.
"Fuck," he gasped in surprise. His hips inadvertently jerked towards her body, his dick desperate for contact. He moved his hand back up her thigh, and her ass twitched minutely when his hand passed over it. He knew the anticipation was killing her. They'd never done anything like this before, and he knew she was just as curious as he was to she how she'd react. "You're so beautiful," he breathed. He pulled his hand back, and her entire body tensed, anticipating the hit.
"You sure, Ray?"
"Yes," she yelped, nervously.
He quickly brought his hand down on her ass, his nerves getting the better of him and causing him to pull back just slightly before his palm made contact. It was a soft slap, but the sound of flesh hitting flesh was louder than they'd expected and they both jumped slightly.
"Ray?" he asked, carefully searching her face and unable to breathe as he waited uneasily for her reaction. "You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice wavering a little.
She opened her eyes slowly, her expression dazed with arousal, and turned to face him. Her breasts heaved against his leg. "Oh, I deserve much worse than that," she breathed out, her voice dripping with lust. "I was very, very bad."
Her words slammed into his chest, and suddenly his dick was so hard that it ached. She held his stare for a long moment before resting her head on the sofa and closing her eyes, signaling for him to continue. He stared at her face for a long moment until he felt her squirm against his lap. His eyes moved back down to her ass, and he noticed a light, pink mark that his hand had left. He placed his hand reverently over the mark and began gently massaging it. Rayna whimpered softly, and he knew she was impatient for him to continue. He lifted his hand and landed a hard strike on her other cheek. He didn't use his full strength, but the slap was much harder than the first one. Rayna let out a loud groan and ground her hips against his leg.
Deacon began massaging her ass again, moving his hand over one cheek and then the other. Rayna pushed her ass back against his hand, and he knew what she wanted. He allowed his fingers to dip between her legs, and he bit back a groan when he felt the slick, wet heat of her sex.
"Jesus Christ," he rasped. He slowly slid his middle finger all the way inside of her, and she clenched down, wiggling her hips. He moved his finger in and out very slowly before gently adding his index finger as well. She groaned deeply and began pumping her hips back against his hand. He allowed her to ride his fingers for just a moment, marveling at the sight in front of him. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure and her hot juices were dripping down his fingers. He slowly pulled his hand away, and she whimpered in frustration.
"Please," she gasped.
"You don't really think I'm gonna let you come that easily do you?" he asked. "After the way you behaved tonight?"
She made a small, frustrated sound but kept her eyes tightly closed. He placed his hand on her ass, rubbing the wetness from his fingers over the mark his hand had left earlier. He landed a hard slap on the wet, flushed skin. The moisture amplified the sound of his hand hitting her flesh, and he knew it had intensified the sting of the slap as well.
"Oh," she gasped loudly, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her body. His hand moved between her legs, and he quickly dipped his finger inside her, dragging the wetness up towards her clit and gently stoking the sensitive bundle of nerves. She was breathing heavily, and her hips were quivering against his leg.
"Don't move," he said. "I want you to stay perfectly still." His finger circled her clit before gently rolling it between his finger and thumb. "If you move, I'll stop."
She groaned and fisted her hands in frustration, but she kept her hips completely still. He patiently stroked her clit, his feather-light touches teasing her. Torturing her. She lay perfectly still on top of him, her body tense with the effort to not move.
"You're not allowed to come until I tell you to come," he said. "Do you understand?" He raised his hand, landing a loud slap against the bottom, meaty part of her ass. Her hands remained clenched and she was biting down on her lip so hard he was afraid it would bleed. But she never moved. "Do you understand?" he asked sternly, roughly slapping her other cheek.
"Yes," she screamed, her voice ragged with arousal.
"Good girl," he hummed, massaging his hand over her tender ass. "I think you deserve a little reward, don't you?"
"Please," she gasped. The sound of her asking for him...needing him…always turned him on. But right now she was damn near begging, and he wasn't quite sure how he was able to control his own desire. All he knew for sure was that he wasn't ready for this to end just yet. He wanted to tease her a little bit longer. His fingers moved to her opening, and he slowly pushed them inside of her. She moaned, low and guttural, as his fingers sank into her tight, wet heat. He slowly pulled them out and slid them back in. Her ass twitched and he knew she was concentrating very hard on not moving. He rewarded her by curling his fingers against that hidden place inside of her that always drove her insane with pleasure.
"Oh," she cried out.
"Is that what you want, baby?" he asked.
"No," she cried out.
"No?" he asked calmly, gently pulling his fingers out and landing another loud hit against the bottom curve of her ass. "What do you want, Ray?" he asked.
"I want you to make me come," she gasped. He pulled his hand back and landed another sharp slap on her other cheek, and she gasped for breath.
"How do you want me to make you come, baby?"
"Fuck me," she begged, her voice breathy and strained. "Please. I need you to fuck me."
"Fuck," he moaned, marveling at the fact that he didn't lose it in his jeans right at that very moment. Rayna loved to talk dirty, but she didn't often curse and hearing her beg was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.
"Get on your knees, Ray," he husked. She kept her elbows planted on the sofa and carefully drew her knees up underneath her so that he could move behind her.
"Goddamn, baby" he groaned, barely able to believe the sight in front of him. She was balanced on her elbows and knees, her back arched and her legs spread giving him a completely uninhibited view. Her ass was flushed red where he had spanked her and her sex was wet and swollen with arousal. "You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life," he growled, yanking his belt buckle open. "I can't believe I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets to see you like this," he said, pulling his erection out of jeans and lining himself up against her hot, wet entrance. "I can't believe I'm the one who gets to love you like this." He placed one hand on her ass and the heat of her inflamed skin radiated through his palm. He pushed himself inside of her in one long, powerful thrust, and they both cried out in relief.
"Jesus Christ, Ray," he pumped into her furiously while she moved her hips backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust. "You feel so good, baby," he gasped. He felt her walls beginning to flutter around his dick.
"Come," he cried out, pulling his hand back and landing one last, resounding slap on her right ass cheek.
"Oh," she screamed, throwing her head back, her walls immediately clenching down on his dick with the force of her orgasm. Her hips began moving erratically, her body shuddering violently as she came. He bit down on his lip, and dug his fingers hard into her ass as he continued working his hips against hers, frantically chasing his own release.
"Fuck," he screamed as his vision blurred and a violent, powerful orgasm overtook him. The pleasure radiated throughout his body as he spilled his orgasm inside of her.
After a long moment, he slowly pulled out of her.
"Holy shit," he panted, stretching out on the sofa behind her and pulling her body in close to his. She snuggled back against him, and he gently stroked her hip while they both tried to catch their breath. The sofa was too small for him to comfortably stretch out on, but neither one of them wanted to move just yet. He was still fully clothed and seeing her completely naked body snuggled up against his was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.
"No kidding," she said, her voice suddenly sounding tired. "That was amazing."
"You're amazing," he chuckled, curling around her body and planting a loving kiss against her shoulder.
Rayna grabbed the shams from the bed and carefully stacked them on the settee before pulling back the comforter and arranging the sheets and pillows just how she liked them. Her limbs felt wonderfully tired, and she couldn't wait to crawl into bed.
Deacon walked into the bedroom, his hair damp from their shower and his long, lean body as naked as the day he'd been born.
Once their breathing had returned to normal and she'd been able to use her legs again, she and Deacon had shared a long, lazy shower. He'd taken her favorite body wash and reverently soaped her entire body before she'd happily returned the favor. They'd giggled and flirted and run their hands all over each other's naked bodies for the sheer enjoyment of it. Once the water had begun to cool, they'd finally stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off before dropping their towels in the hamper and making their way back to the bedroom.
They always wore pajamas to bed when the girls were home but on the rare occasions they were alone, they allowed themselves the delicious luxury of sleeping naked. Being able to snuggle up together naked, with her bottom pressed against his crotch and their legs tangled together, sometimes felt even more intimate than making love.
"Lie down, baby," he nodded towards their bed. "Let me rub some of this on you," he said, holding a tube of body cream that she recognized from her vanity.
"What?" she asked, confused. "Why?"
"Your ass is still pretty red," he explained. "I thought this might feel good."
"Well, I certainly won't argue about a massage," she said climbing towards the center of the bed and lying down on her stomach.
"Maybe I should get you some ice," he mused. "I don't want you to bruise."
"I don't think I'll bruise."
"I don't know, Ray," he said quietly, straddling the backs of her thighs and allowing his weight to gently hover over her. "I hit you pretty hard," he opened the lotion and squeezed a generous amount into his hand. "You might have a hard time sittin' down tomorrow."
"Mmm, I hope so."
"Really?" he chuckled, sounding a little startled.
"Oh, yeah," she teased. "It'll be a sexy, little reminder of what we just did."
"You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" he laughed, rubbing the lotion between his palms. "I had no idea you were such a kinky little thing."
"Me, neither, babe," she answered. "But I sure did love what we just did."
His placed his hands on her ass, and she jumped a little when the cold lotion made contact with her tender, flushed skin.
"Cold?" he asked.
"Yeah, but it feels good," she answered.
He massaged her carefully. Gently rubbing his hands over her ass, up towards her lower back and then back down over her thighs, occasionally kneading his knuckles into her flesh and then smoothing his palms over her skin in long, firm strokes.
"You're so damn sexy, Ray," he said. "I can't even believe we just did that."
"Oh my god, I know!" she laughed happily. "It was so good, too," she said. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."
"You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself," he chuckled. "You just keep on surprising me, baby. That was definitely new territory for us."
"It's fun to push the boundaries sometimes," she said. "Don't you think?"
"Yeah," his voice was quiet and a little hesitant.
She twisted around a bit and turned her face towards his. "Did you like it, babe?" she asked, earnestly.
"I really did," he answered, his eyes focused on her back. "More than I thought I would." He used his thumbs to massage the base of her spine and slowly worked his way up her back. "It was a little scary, though, wasn't it?" he asked. "I know it was for me."
"I wasn't scared," she said. "I knew you'd never hurt me. Not really. And I knew if I didn't like it, you'd stop right away." He finally made eye contact, and she smiled at him. "I trust you, Deacon," she said intently. "Completely."
His gave her a happy, relieved smile, "That means everything to me, Ray. You have no idea."
She laid back against the bed, wiggling her ass a bit as she got comfortable. "I'll have to wear that dress again sometime," she teased.
He pulled back, abruptly. "You wouldn't," he challenged, a horrified look on his face.
"If that happens every single time," she said, nodding towards the sofa at the end of the bed, "You bet I will." She laughed happily. "That's my new favorite dress."
"You are a very, very bad girl," he hummed, placing gentle kisses over her ass and moving further down the bed. He reached for her thighs, parting them in a way that always made her stomach clench with desire, and settled between her legs.
"Only for you, babe," she gasped as he slowly slid his tongue inside of her. Teasing her. Tasting her. "Only for you."
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