It is Submission Day. As Meg hits send on her final draft of Sealed with a Kiss, she can’t help but feel excited, nervous, and fucking terrified all at the same time. This happens every Submission Day, but this one is different. Abigail is a character that Meg worked long and hard for, so what if her agent doesn’t like it? Hell, what if it gets rejected? All the usual anxiety whirls into a hurricane in her head, and she’s learned three ways of dealing with it: yoga, ice cream, and/or hot, mind-blowing sex. Since Danny is at work, their freezer is sans ice cream, yoga should do.
Meg pulls out her yoga mat, pops in her headphones, puts on some relaxing music, and starts her usual routine. She stretches every muscle in her body, trying to work out the kinks accumulated from vigorous typing sessions hunkered over at her desk. She folds into downward dog, her hips stretching skyward as she stands on her tip toes and presses her palms flat into the mat. She takes a deep breath, stretches one leg up, rotates her hips to loosen the knots there, and sets it back down. Weeks at a desk really don’t treat her body well.
Danny wanders down the apartment hallway, his whole body achy from a long day at work. He smells like oil and rust, but it is a scent he’s grown to love working at an auto shop. He knocks on Meg’s door, yet when she doesn’t answer, his brows furrow together. She should be here. It’s her novel’s due date, and they planned to go out later to celebrate. Danny pulls out his spare key and unlocks her door, only to be greeted with the sight of her wonderfully firm ass in tiny cotton shorts. Instantly, he forgets how tired he is, and all he can focus on is her wonderfully long leg stretching towards the sky. She points her toes, rotates her ankles and hips, yet at that moment Danny is focused between her legs. Those delightfully short shorts ride up her thighs, almost flashing him her pink lips. He shuts the door quickly, drops his bag, and slowly creeps up to her.
Meg takes another breath, her eyes closed as she feels her body work out all the creaks and aches from the months of abuse. She really needs to do this more often if she ever remembers to during her novel sprints. She sets her left leg back to the ground, stretching up on her tiptoes as she plans on flattening to a plank. Suddenly there is a large hand on her ass, and another wrapping its way around her waist. She gasps, opens her eyes, and sees Danny pressed up against her, his calloused hands stroking gently over her bare stomach, burning hot trails along her skin. She goes to stand, yet with a hot stare and a gentle nudge on her lower back, Danny keeps her in place.
“How was work?” Meg hesitantly asks as she pulls her headphones out and sets her iPod on the far side of the yoga mat. Danny strokes her stomach, hips, and then dips his hands between her legs to stroke her inner thighs. His eyes never move past her perfect round ass. “Earth to Danny,” Meg giggles and he finally looks down at her with a cheeky, perverted, smirk on his face. She’s seen that smirk only once before…
“Work was work,” he replies, his right hand moving from her inner thigh up to her ass, gently kneading and stroking the soft flesh. He gets that gleam in his eye that she’s also seen only once before and she tries to stand again. He pushes on the flat of her back, “No, stay. I’ll punish you if you move,” he growls, and instantly her cheeks flush, her heart races, and heat pools low in her belly.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she mutters, yet when she lifts her torso to stand, he slaps her ass, causing her to yelp in pain. And secretly pleasure. She had no idea that being spanked would send more moisture to gather between her pussy lips. “Danny!”
“I warned you, didn’t I?” he retorts. “Now back down,” he commands and she slowly obeys. Even though he’s been rough with her before, she doesn’t always expect it. He chuckles as he strokes the bright red handprint he left on her ample cheek. “Good girl.”
“I’m going to get you for this,” Meg grumbles, yet another blow to her ass has her yelping again. He slowly strokes it, and the fiery pain melts to a warm gentle pleasure that has her moaning lightly.
“You were saying?” Danny teases, running his hand down her body and between her legs. He dips a finger between her pussy lips and she practically purrs. “You like this, don’t you? Such a dirty girl,” he adds with a wicked grin on his lips. She watches him from her awkward upside-down position as he pulls her shorts and panties from her body, leaving her in only her very unattractive sports bra that her boobs are falling out due to gravity.
“Danny…” Meg whimpers, and he just chuckles that dark ‘you’re-going-to-get-fucked-so-good’ chuckle that sends even more desire to her body. Hell, if she gets any wetter, her juices are going to start running down her legs, and he knows it too.
“If you fall, or try to stand at any time before I tell you to, then I’ll punish you,” Danny says as he slowly strokes her pussy, ignoring his hard cock pressing painfully against his jeans.