Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

When I open the door the anguish from eight hours ago disappears like waking from a bad dream. Vivian sits on her front steps resting her elbows on her knees with her chin in one hand while her other twists a few long raven locks.

My grin is back and it feels amazing. She stands, blinding me with her own perfect smile before running across the street and leaping into my arms. I kiss her, once again taking everything I can, everything I need.

“Good morning,” she whispers against my lips.

“It is now.” I give her one more kiss and ease her body down mine until her feet are back on the ground. “Did you get your laundry done?”

“Yes, Mom.” She moves her arm around my back and slips her hand in my back pocket then nudges me to start walking.

“Are you wearing underwear today?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She squeezes my ass.

“You’d better be.”

“What are you going to do if I’m not? Spank me?”

I about choke on my own tongue. Does she want me to spank her? “Uh … I …”

She glances up and I can feel the heat in my face. I’m sure she can see it too. “I’m kidding.”

“Boston Kreme and a Dunkaccino?” I open the door to Dunks for her, anxious to change the subject.

She nods wetting her lips then biting them together with a smile so seductive I could combust in the damn doughnut shop.

We have ten minutes so we take a seat so she can at least finish her doughnut before catching the T.

“Coffee black and no doughnut? How boring, Oli.” She runs her tongue through the chocolate frosting.

“I ate at five this morning.”

“I can’t believe you watch the sunrise every morning. And that was almost three hours ago. Aren’t you hungry again?” She sticks her finger in the filling hole.

I rake my hands through my hair then scrub them over my face while releasing a frustrated groan. “Just eat the damn doughnut, Vivian!”

She sucks the cream off her finger. “A little testy this morning?” I start to shift in my chair, but her bare foot slides between my legs stopping me cold.

“Vivian …” I look around to see if anyone is watching us.

She doesn’t. Her eyes stay on me as she continues demonstrating her R-rated version of breakfast.

I grab her foot. “Put your shoe back on.”

Curling her toes into my crotch, she shakes her head and slides her finger out of her mouth. “Nope,” she says, popping the P .

“I’m serious.”

“Oli, do you want to spank me?”

“What?”

Her foot strokes me. “You seemed … flustered when I joked about spanking me.”

For fuck’s sake, woman, you’re really sitting here trying to get me off in the middle of Dunkin’ Donuts while asking me if I want to spank you! “I hadn’t … given it … much … thought.” God, I can’t think. I’m hard as steel and trying to gain some composure, but I can’t. Instead, I’m guiding her foot with my hand. In between my thoughts about licking that frosting off her tits and my memories of her licking it off my dick, I manage to squeeze in a few rational ones. What will I tell my family when they’re called to bail me out of jail because I’ve been arrested for lewd and indecent behavior?

She shrugs. “Okay. Well, Alex and her boyfriend, Sean, are going to stay in Cape Cod this weekend. His parents have a vacation home there. Alex asked me if I wanted to go and she invited you too.” Her foot continues to bring me so close to losing my junk I can barely hear her. Vivian, however, continues to eat her doughnut and sip her coffee as if nothing is going on under the table. “Kai and his girlfriend are going too.”

I’m not sure I could speak if I wanted to. Just keeping my eyes open has become an incredible challenge. My brain is trying hard to make sense of what she just said. I think something about cock … or maybe it was cod, Cape Cod and Kai?

“I know it’s short notice and this is a busy time of year for you and Chance, but maybe you could check with him and see if you can get this weekend off.”

My hands tense, one around my coffee cup the other around her foot. I swallow hard as each breath becomes more labored.

“So do you, Oli?” She sucks the last bit of frosting off her finger, in and out, in and out. “Do you think you can get it off ?”

“Shit!” I yell, through clenched teeth as I fist my coffee cup sending hot liquid everywhere and my dick does the same damn thing in my pants.

We both jump to our feet as a few other people around us whisper and gawk.

“Oh my gosh, sir!” One of the employees rushes over with a towel. “Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?” She makes fast moves to clean up the table.

“No … um, I’m sorry.” I glance up at Vivian. She’s trying hard to hide her sadistic smile. I grab her hand and drag her out the door. She gasps as I pin her to the side of the building with my whole body. “Did you enjoy that?” I fight to control my anger that has been fueled by humiliation.

She doesn’t answer. Wide green eyes stare at me refusing to blink.

“Well the answer to your question is yes . I want to spank you so fucking bad right now and I’ve never wanted to spank anyone before.” I move my mouth next to her ear. “So congratulations, you’ll be my first,” I whisper before walking off without her and without looking back.

Vivian

Just a typical Monday morning. Alex invited me and my Dom to Cape Cod this weekend. I had my usual doughnut and coffee for breakfast. Then I showed up fifteen minutes late to work because my Dom threatened—scratch that, he promised —that he would spank me, therefore causing me to hide from him like a child and take the next train.

Me: Have you ever been spanked?

Alex: Yes, my parents were all ‘spare the rod spoil the child.’

Me: Not what I mean.

Alex: Not following …

Me: Has Sean ever spanked you … in bed.

Alex: Um … NO!

Me: Okay, just wondered. Have a good day!

Alex: NFW! Did Oliver spank you?!

Me: No … not yet.

Alex: ?

Me: There was an incident at DD this morning involving doughnuts, coffee, and cock stroking. Long story short, it didn’t end well. I’ll explain later, bye!

Alex: My naughty little Flower! Can’t wait!

I don’t even know who that guy was this morning. My Oli is sexy with a dash of spicy but a sweet aftertaste. The guy who pinned me to the wall this morning was one hundred percent Habanero on steroids.

“So how’s that new guy of yours?” Maggie asks while preparing her brown bag specials to be divvied out today.

“Hot, he’s very, very hot.”

She purrs like the cougar I’ve always suspected her to be. “Sounds like you have your hands full. The times he’s been in here he seems like the sweetest young man, a real gentleman. I think you definitely got the better one of the two Konrad boys.”

I’m not sure the gentle man she’s referring to still exists. Everyone has their breaking point, and I may have found Oliver’s this morning. He took the first train without me and he hasn’t called or texted since. I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing about me. It is possible that I’m the one who should be making contact first; an apology might be the proper protocol at this point.