by KB Alan
She didn’t hear him coming until a low growl of warning sounded from right behind her. Then his hands were on her, turning her, before she was bent over his shoulder and hauled off her feet.
She shrieked and grabbed his shirt, but his arm around her legs was secure. His other hand found her butt and slapped it. They made it to the side of the bed in only a couple of steps, but he didn’t set her down. Instead, the hand on her ass slid between her thighs and found her wetness.
He growled again, and flipped her onto the bed.
She scooted back and watched as he pulled his shirt off in one swift move. He unbuttoned his shorts and she barely got a glimpse of his boxers as he shoved both down. Then he crawled onto the bed, hands on either side of her as he made his way up her body.
Even though he wasn’t touching her, his heat and presence surrounded her. He bent his elbows until his lips were a fraction of an inch above hers. “Nicely done, Nat.”
His voice was rough with the need she felt as well, and the extra spurt of pleasure at his words only drove that need higher. But she was supposed to be seducing him, right? She lifted her head, closed the scant distance between their lips, and tasted him.
She explored the shape and texture of his lips, then slid her tongue into his mouth. One of his hands went to her breast, palming it and gently thumbing the nipple. When he gave it a tighter squeeze, she tore her mouth free and gasped.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” he said.
“Me too.” Reminded that she could, she hooked her hands over his shoulders, drew them along his back muscles and tried to reach his ass, but came up short. Fine, there was plenty that she could reach. She ran her hands up his sides, surprised when he jerked.
Wait. Was he ticklish? The very idea had her giggling.
“I don’t care if we’re in a scene or not, if you tickle me, you will get spanked,” he warned, which caused her to laugh full out.
“Well, that certainly gives me ideas.”
He pretended to scowl, but she could see he was fighting a grin. “Brat.”
“I might need to re-read some books with bratty subs. Do a bit of research.”
“I’m going to take away your earbuds.”
Since he’d straightened his arms to talk to her, she had more room, and decided she might as well use it. She brought her hands to his chest and scratched lightly over his nipples. His eyes went hot and she licked her lips. And did it again.
He reclaimed her breast with one hand, moving to reach the other nipple with his lips. He sucked it in, hard. She gasped and arched her back, offering more of herself to him. He squeezed her breasts together and pulled both nipples in. She moaned.
“I’m going to fuck these amazing tits before we leave this cabin,” he reminded her.
“O—okay,” she managed to pant. “If that’s what you want.”
She’d never had anyone so enthralled with her boobs before. Her last boyfriend had left her bra on her during sex, which she’d found kind of insulting.
He nuzzled her cleavage, then kissed his way down to her belly button. He looked up to watch her eyes, keeping the hold steady as he took a bite of her belly. Hard enough to leave a bit of a mark, she managed to think, as he let go and ran his tongue along the offended area. She was beginning to think he had a biting fetish.
Moving lower, he widened her legs and took another bite, right on her mound. Fuck, why was that sexy? Again, he licked to soothe, and she pressed her thighs into his shoulders.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she jolted with a tiny orgasm that had him raising his eyebrows at her. Well, if he’d underestimated her need, that was his fault, not hers.
“Noah, I need more,” she urged.
He grunted even as he sucked, but brought one finger to her pussy, slid it in with ease. She ground her head into the bed, her legs wrapping around his back, her hips lifting up into his hold. He took his finger from inside her and replaced his lips on her clit with the wet digit. Then he replaced his finger with his mouth, his tongue pushing into her while he rubbed at her clit.
“I—I—”
He bit her, gently, soothed, sucked, fucked his tongue into her, bit her again.
“Oh, fuck. Noah!” she wailed as she came.
He kept his fingers on her clit, giving it gentle little squeezes, as he kissed his way back up her body. When he reached her breast, he bit the side of it. Her legs spasmed against him and she felt incredibly empty.
“Please, Noah. I need you inside me.”
“Mm,” he hummed as he reached her lips. “Does that mean you don’t want to suck me?”
Immediately, her mouth watered and she tried to sit up.
He laughed. “I’m happy to fuck you right now. Very happy.”
Instead, he let her shove his shoulders until he was on his back. She scooted down and almost grabbed him up, but made herself wait. Bracing herself with one hand on his hard thigh, and the other on his abdomen, she leaned in so that her nose was pressed against his dick, and inhaled.
She wouldn’t have been able to say what Noah smelled like, because it was just…Noah. Earthy and tangy and warm. She nuzzled him with her cheek and looked up to check his face, just as she gave the taught flesh a little kiss.
The hunger on his face was mesmerizing. Letting go of his thigh, she cupped his balls, gently at first, then firmly. She brought her other hand to the base of his cock, holding him steady. Then she dropped her mouth over him and took as much of him in as she could manage.
She didn’t have a ton of experience with this, but the books she’d been listening to had been so enthusiastic, she’d been thinking about it. About him. About this. She used her tongue and her cheeks to get him wet, then slowly pulled free.
“Nat. Jesus.”
She kissed the tip, where his fluid was gathering. Wrapping her palm around him, she worked it up and down while she lowered her mouth and took in his balls. His hips jerked under her. She kept her hand moving while she licked and sucked like he was her candy treat.
When his hand came down to her head, his fingers threading through her hair and urging her back up to his dick, she followed his request and licked her way up and down his shaft before engulfing him once again.
She made it farther down this time, concentrating on letting him reach the back of her throat. As soon as he did, she lifted up again, and did her best to fuck him hard and fast. The hand she’d wrapped around his base twisted and squeezed, and she bobbed her head, sucking and licking.
She really felt like she was getting her rhythm going when suddenly the world upended and she was on her back, with Noah’s hands at her face, gentle in their hold, at the same time his hard body landed on top of her and he pushed into her in a single, hard thrust.
Wrapping her legs around his ass, she held him tight as he took her lips in a gentle kiss. Her racing heart slowed down, melting with the gentleness even as her hips tried to encourage him to move.
“So amazing,” he murmured.
“Noah,” she whispered.
“Natalie.”
When he finally moved, it was slow, tender. He ran his thumb along her cheekbone, peppered her face with little kisses. When his pants grew heavy again, and she was about to beg him for more, he pulled free. Before she could curse, he grabbed a condom from the bag that was still on the other end of the bed and ripped the package open.
They’d done testing the previous week, and she was on birth control, but they’d both agreed to condoms during sex. She was impressed he’d remembered, because she hadn’t given it a single thought. When he re-entered her, everything changed.
Now, he fucked her. Hard and fast and amazing. She held on, picked up his rhythm, and met him thrust for thrust. When he reached a hand down between them, she knew he was close. He fingered her clit and she squeezed her eyes closed.
“Come for me, Natalie. Come now,” he insisted.
There was no choice in the matter. Electric currents fired from her core,
shooting out to her head and her toes and every point in between. His arm was braced next to her face, so she turned her head and bit his biceps, rather than scream.
“Fucking fuck,” he growled, and she felt him release inside her. It seemed to last for several moments, before he brought his hand up to her face and lowered himself down onto her. Hot and slick with sweat, they lay still, catching their breaths.
Finally, he pulled free from her and flopped over onto his back.
She snuggled up into his side and fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Noah woke up feeling quite refreshed. He’d been surprised and amused last night when Natalie had fallen asleep at his side, before he’d even removed the condom. He’d let her rest for a little while, then urged her up and into the shower. They’d dried each other off, crawled under the covers, and crashed hard.
But it was a new day and he had all sorts of plans.
He looked down at the blonde head tucked into his shoulder. Nothing he’d imagined about this weekend had prepared him for making love to Natalie. And that had been without her wearing his collar. Now he was imagining having her in his collar, in his bonds, under his control.
His dick twitched. He sighed. There were things to be done before they reached that point, if he wanted to stick with his general plans. And, he decided, he did want to do that. His needy dick was just going to have to wait. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been fully satisfied just hours ago.
Natalie’s breathing changed enough that he could tell she was waking up. He checked outside. It was full light and he imagined some of the other vacationers would be hitting the water by now. Maybe he and Natalie could go for a swim when it got really warm. Tomorrow was the Fourth of July. If he timed things just right, maybe he could make her world explode as she climaxed. The thought had him grinning.
They would leave Monday morning to try to avoid some of the holiday traffic, and so he could go relieve his assistant manager who’d agreed to work the long weekend. On the one hand it seemed incredibly far away, but on the other hand, it seemed like their time was already running short.
His stomach growled and he felt her smile against his chest. She dropped a little kiss on him, then lifted her head to look at him.
Her eyes were sleepy, but happy to see him. His dick twitched again.
“Hungry?” she asked.
He knew what she meant, but fuck if he wasn’t starving for her.
“Apparently. But I was thinking we could go for a little walk before breakfast, and before the heat builds up. Then you can make me some scrambled eggs.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He gave her butt a teasing smack. “Up and at ’em.”
She blew him a raspberry, then squealed and jumped out of the bed when he pretended to growl and attack her.
They spent a few minutes in the bathroom, and he noticed that she didn’t seem in a hurry to put her robe on. They got dressed together and headed out. The birds were singing up a storm. As he’d suspected, they caught sight of a couple of paddleboarders and a kayak. An older man and a young boy were in a skiff, fishing a few yards away.
He led them in the opposite direction this time, showing her their nearest neighbor on that side, then circling back up to the road, across their driveway, and around to the other side of the house. He and Gloria, Cedric’s wife, had planted a bunch of perennials in a good spot on that side. He couldn’t help but do a little deadheading and weeding while he showed it to her.
When they went back into the house, she looked at him questioningly. He nodded and she began to strip by the door. He went into the bedroom and brought out the chest harness and his bag of goodies. When she folded her panties and added them to the top of the pile she’d made, she turned to him and lifted her chin, ready for his collar.
Fuuuuck he really, really liked her. This was not the mentor headspace he’d planned on for the weekend. His instincts said that was fine, this was fine, but he was worried he was deluding himself just so he could have her more. But it didn’t actually change the scenes he’d planned, it was only what was in his own head.
He wrapped the collar part of the harness around her throat, buckling it closed. Then the strap under her breasts. He pushed his fingers through her hair, moving it away from her face. He ran his thumbs over her eyebrows, drifted his fingers down her cheeks. Then kissed her lightly on the nose.
“Hands behind your back.”
She did, pulling her shoulders back and presenting herself to him.
His touch wasn’t nearly so light when he moved to her breasts. He pushed them together, over the strap of the harness, and licked and nibbled at her nipples until they were hard points. He reached into a side pocket in the bag where he’d put the nipple jewelry he’d decided he wanted to see her wear today.
Sliding the silicone loop over one nipple, he used the bead to adjust the loop until she drew in a sharp breath, then let it out a little bit. When he let go, the teardrop jewel dangling from the short, delicate chain, swung, adding weight to the pull. She pulled her lip between her teeth.
“What number are you at?” he asked.
She let go of her lip. “Two, Sir.”
He placed the second clamp on her other nipple, then flicked both pendants to make them swing again. She gave a soft gasp, but didn’t move.
“What number now?”
“Two, Sir.”
He kissed her chin and dove back into the bag. Using the same restraints as the previous day, he wrapped her wrists and ankles, then attached the wrist cuffs together at her front. She frowned down at him.
“I thought you wanted me to make breakfast?”
He just watched her face, fascinated as the blush hit her neck, and slowly crept up her face. Then she bit her lip, and he supposed she was trying to decide if apologizing was better than keeping quiet.
“Did I order you to be quiet?
She blinked, then let out a breath of relief. “No, Sir.”
“Did you address me correctly while wearing my collar.”
She winced. “No, Sir.”
“That’s one. We’ll see where we’re at later. I’m hungry.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Then she looked down at her bound wrists again, and frowned, but didn’t ask any questions.
He pulled out the second-stage butt plug and lube. “Kneel on the ground, forearms flat, ass in the air.”
She went down, one knee at a time, his hand ready in case she lost her balance. She settled into position with a little butt wiggle that he was mostly sure was truly adjusting herself, and not meant to tease him.
He took his time, running his hand along her back and butt, her skin warm and smooth. He cupped her pussy. “Relax for me. You promised to make me breakfast soon,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.”
He eased one finger into her and scraped the nails of his other hand along her cheeks. She was wet and getting wetter. “I’m going to spank you now. Not as punishment from before, but because it will please me to feel your ass move while my fingers are inside you.” He eased a second finger in. “Is that all right with you?”
“Y-Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
He swatted her with the same strength he had on the last spank last night. Twice. She clenched around his fingers, a tiny whine escaping her. He picked up the lube and thumbed the cap open, squirted a healthy dollop into her crack. He swirled the plug through the gel. When he placed the tip against her puckered hole, she took a breath and relaxed, accepting the plug to the first knuckle.
“Well done, Petal. Deep breath and we’ll do another. Push out,” he said, when she exhaled. He seated the plug fully, gave her a couple of seconds to adjust, and then twisted and wiggled it a bit. Then he smacked her ass again.
“There now. I’ll just go wash my hands, you stay right there, please.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he returned, she watched him approach,
eyes bright with eagerness and hunger. Probably not for the forthcoming eggs. She waited patiently while he dug into the bag again.
“Sit back on your heels now,” he ordered.
He knelt in front of her. “You’ve done very well about not speaking when I’ve ordered it, so this isn’t a punishment. It’s one of the things you wanted to experiment with. Plus, it’s sexy as hell.” He held up the silicone bit gag. “You can bite down on it all you want.”
Her eyes were wide and a touch apprehensive.
“Any questions?”
She swallowed. “No, Sir. Wait. Yes. What about my safe word numbers?”
He’d been going to explain, but was glad she’d asked.
“You’ll see when you have it on, I’ll still be able to understand you. We’ll try it out.”
She gave a decisive nod.
“Open up and bite down.” He eased the gag between her teeth and buckled it tight enough it wouldn’t move, careful not to pull at her hair.
“All right. Tell me five, four, three, two, one.”
“Five, four, three, two, one,” she repeated. Then she nodded at him that she understood it was still clear enough for him to hear.
“Good girl. Are you ready to make me breakfast?” He helped her stand up and she frowned down at her cuffed wrists. Well, frown might be the wrong word, with the gag in place, but the bunching of her eyebrows was clear enough.
“I don’t see any reason you can’t make scrambled eggs for us while wearing what I’ve chosen for you to wear. But, I will be pissed if you hurt my property.” He stared into her eyes. “You. My property. You’re not allowed to damage it. So if you think there’s something you can’t do with your wrists that close together, you will come ask for my help. If you miscalculate and hurt yourself, you will be punished.”
She blinked, then nodded.
He jerked his head toward the kitchen. She scurried away, her brain going a million miles an hour, if he was to guess.
This time he sat at the side of the table, so he could still see her easily and watch her progress, but he wasn’t simply watching the show. He used his ereader to check his email, actually managing to answer a simple one as she found a pan, carefully broke the eggs into a bowl, stirred them up, and started the toast.