Fuck. Fuck. Did she smell all right? She had no idea. She stiffened.
“You’re worrying about something.”
“Um.”
“What are you supposed to do with your worries?”
“Um.” What?
He looked up, her gaze slammed into his and the heat in it scorched her from the inside out.
“Give them to me.”
Right. Fuck. Could she do that? It sounded so easy. Tell him what was wrong. But it wasn’t easy.
“I just,” she cleared her throat, “DoIsmellokay?”
The words ran together in her haste to get them out and he stared at her, his head tilted slightly to one side. “Do you smell okay?”
She nodded.
“No, you don’t smell okay.”
Oh, God. She pushed her legs together, but he grabbed hold of her thighs, holding her immobile. “You smell fucking fantastic. Baby, stop stressing. You are amazing. Gorgeous. Fucking sexy. Made. For. Me.”
And with that said, he was obviously done talking because his hands left her thighs, he spread her lips wide with the fingers of one hand then thrust two fingers of his other deep into her passage. She clenched around him. It felt so good. So damn good.
He drove back and forth, his tongue playing with her clit. He wasn’t soft and gentle. He was hungry. He was fast. He was voracious.
And she felt herself spiral higher and higher until she crashed. Her hips rose, her pussy clenching down on his fingers, holding him inside her.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby girl. Hold onto me tight. So fucking tight. I cannot wait to feel you around my cock. You need to do just that when I’m inside you.”
He stood, sliding his fingers free, and she groaned. But he walked over to his bag and drew out a strip of condoms. He pulled the top one off and she watched, fascinated, as he opened it and slid it down his cock.
“Ever put a rubber on someone, baby?”
She shook her head. “Brian used one, but he went into the bathroom to put it on.”
He paused, look down at her. “What the fuck? Why’d he do that?”
“I have no idea. He also insisted on the lights being off when we, uh, did it.”
He snorted. “Lights aren’t ever going to be off when we’re fucking, baby girl. I want to see you, hear you, and taste every fucking inch of you.” He lay on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. He patted his thigh.
“Come here.”
“Um . . .” What exactly did he want her to do?
“Straddle me. You’re going to ride me. Easiest way to make sure I don’t hurt you is to have you set the pace.”
Damn, he was sweet. It wasn’t always visible, definitely hidden down deep, but he was definitely sweet.
And he was all hers.
“I like that smile on your face. Already you look a fuck less stressed. Should have brought you here right at the start.” He grabbed her hips, pulling her against him. “Put me inside you. Fuck me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good baby. My very good baby.”
She slid her way down his shaft. She had to stop at one point. He was large, he stretched her to the point of pain. Luckily, she was slick from her orgasm, and, as he reached down to play with her clit again, she found herself growing even wetter.
Finally, he was seated deeply, and she paused to catch her breath. She noticed how strained he looked.
“You all right?” she asked, worried she’d done something wrong.
“Oh, yeah, just wondering how the fuck I’m going to last,” he muttered. “This could be embarrassing.”
She smiled. “Well, since it’s usually me who’s embarrassed it would make a nice change.”
He just grunted. “You gonna sit there and tease me or fucking ride me?”
She pretended to ponder that for a moment and his face grew dark. Oops. Her man didn’t have a lot of patience.
“Ride you,” she said quickly.
“Good choice.”
He wrapped his free hand around her waist to hold her steady. She rested her good hand on his chest and rose up then moved down. Oh. It felt so good. So damn good. Her breath came faster, her movements grew harder.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Hell. You feel fucking amazing. You’re gonna come again for me. Want to feel you tightening around my cock. That’s it. Find it again, that’s my good baby girl.”
Those words acted as a trigger. She moved faster. Her shoulder started to throb, but she ignored it. Her orgasm washed through her, so hard it shook her to her core. And she was barely aware of his own yell of release. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, her body limp.
“Sunshine? You all right?”
He pulled her off him then arranged her on his lap, so her legs were off to one side of his thighs, her back cradled by his arm.
“Dead,” she muttered.
He chuckled. Then his face grew serious. “You hurt your shoulder? You went a little wild at the end there. Tried to hold you still, but you weren’t having that.”
Embarrassed, she averted her gaze from his. “Sorry.”
He brought her face back by gently taking hold of her chin. “Don’t be sorry for that. Soon as your shoulder’s better, you go as wild as you want. But we have to take things a bit easy at the moment, yeah?”
“Okay,” she agreed. She snuggled against him. “That was good?”
“Baby girl, you dammed near killed me. Not even sure I can walk now.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“It’s not good when I still have to get up and feed you and get us both ready for bed.”
“Later,” she muttered. “Let’s do that much, much later.”
16
She woke up with West wrapped around her, the way they always slept together. Only difference now, since they’d had sex, he liked to sleep with his hand cupping her pussy. Claiming it.
When he’d first done that, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
Now, though, she wasn’t sure she could go off to sleep without feeling him there.
They’d been at the cabin for four days, and, even though it was a bit of a learning curve for her, she’d gotten into the swing of things. Not to say she’d want to live like that all the time, however, for a short time, with West all to herself and no distractions, it was bliss.
She’d worried she might get bored after a while. However, there was little time for that. West had what could only be described as a voracious appetite. When he wasn’t cooking, chopping firewood or doing maintenance on the cabin, he usually had her pinned against the wall, the bed, or over the table. He’d even taken her last night in the bathtub. That just might be her new favorite.
Wasn’t like she was complaining though. Her pussy was a total slut when it came to West. When he wasn’t fucking her, she spent her time lounging around reading on her kindle. West even had this solar-powered charger so she could keep it going.
Yesterday afternoon, he’d insisted she read to him while he cooked them lunch. Steak for him. Vegetarian patties for her. That had ended in him carrying her inside and fucking her hard and fast on the couch.
Damn, that had been good.
She felt the pressure of her bladder and knew she had to get up. Normally, West woke before she did, but as she slid out of bed, he just rolled to his back and continued to sleep. He usually took her to the outhouse; in fact, he’d made it clear she wasn’t to go without him. But he’d repaired both the back and front porches, so she’d be okay making the journey herself. She reached down for his T-shirt. She spent all her time in his T-shirts, which were like dresses on her anyway. West had tried to instigate a no-panties rule, which she’d fought against.
Surprisingly, he’d caved.
Not surprisingly, he tried to rip them from her every chance he got.
She slid a pair of flip flops on her feet and made her way quietly out to the outhouse. As quickly as she could, she got her business done. It was early, the world around h
er so still and quiet. She took a moment just to look around her before she made her way back inside. Her tummy growled. Her appetite had definitely returned since they’d been here.
She walked in to find West pulling on a pair of jeans. When he looked up and saw her, she froze. The anger on his face held her in place.
“Is, uh, everything all right?”
“Where were you?” he barked, striding towards her.
It took all her courage to hold herself in place. “I went to the outhouse.”
“What are you supposed to do if you need the bathroom?” He stopped about a foot away from her, his scowl was ferocious enough to have her swallowing heavily.
West would never hurt you.
As though he saw her fear, and she knew it was likely he did, he took a deep breath, reining his anger in.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know. Sorry. Sometimes it’s instinctive.”
“Get that. Gonna take time. What are you supposed to do if you need to use the outhouse?”
“I’m supposed to wake you, but you fixed the back porch.”
“So?”
“I thought the only reason I couldn’t go out on my own was because the back porch was rotten.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You are not to leave my sight, for any reason, unless you ask me first. Got it?”
“Ask you?” Her own temper stirred.
“Yes. Ask me. I woke up and had no fucking clue where you were! Don’t you know how worried I was? Don’t you know I can’t lose you!”
Her anger faded. Even though she thought he was overreacting, it was obvious his anger stemmed from worry over her.
“West, I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I won’t do it again.”
“Damn right, you won’t. I’ll make sure of that. Go bend over the table.” He pointed behind him.
She looked over in confusion. “What? Why?”
He reached out and cupped her cheek. By then, he showed no sign of temper. But his eyes were still dark, intent. “You’ve just earned yourself some punishment, that’s why.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re gonna spank me?”
“Yes. Bend over the table. Now.”
She gulped. Okay, she’d wanted this. Thought she had. Now that it was here though . . .
“Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, cajoling.
She glanced up at him.
“You get I wouldn’t touch you if I wasn’t in complete control, right?”
“I know you wouldn’t,” she whispered.
“You know I love you. I’d never hurt you. I just want you safe and I want you to have something to remind you next time to follow my rules that keep you safe.”
She nodded.
“You also get that if you don’t want this, if you hate it, if you can’t do it then we don’t do it.”
She let out the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. She knew he wouldn’t make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“I think you want to try, though, right?”
“Yes. What if you start and I can’t . . . I mean . . .”
“I’ll give you a safeword to stop everything.”
“Oh. Right. Yes.” That sounded good.
“Say red if you want to stop. And you do it at any time. Your shoulder hurts. You can’t take anymore. You’re uncomfortable or in pain beyond what you can take. No repercussions. No bad feelings. Got me?”
“I got you.”
“Then get your ass over to the table and bend over it. Wait,” he said sharply as she moved. She froze, watched him walk over to the bed and pick up a pillow which he handed to her. “For your shoulder.”
She walked slowly to the table and placed the pillow down. Then she bent over the table, her shoulder supported. She was aware the T-shirt she was wearing had ridden up, so it barely covered her ass.
“Spread your feet wider,” West ordered, coming up behind her. He lifted the T-shirt, completely baring her to his gaze. “No panties. Good girl. Part of your punishment is that you are banned from wearing panties for the rest of the day and that you are not to come without permission.”
Oh, fuck.
She knew that was going to be way worse than the spanking she had coming. He cupped her ass, and she jumped.
“Sh. Easy, baby. Fuck, this ass is magnificent. You’ve been needing this for a while, haven’t you? It’s been burning you up, wondering what all the other women in Haven talk about. Wondering if you’ll like it, hate it, want more.”
He slapped his hand down on one cheek and she let out a groan. Holy shit! “Ouch, that hurt!”
He snorted. “What part of this being a punishment escaped you, baby girl? Hmm?”
Another smack. She gasped again as her ass lit up.
“Remember, I’m not going to take you past what you can handle. And if you like this,” Smack, smack “we can do it for pleasure as well.” Smack, smack “Difference being, after a fun spanking you get to come.” His hand landed four times on her right cheek. Then four to her left. Her ass throbbed. Burned.
Her breath came in sharp pants. It was far more intense than she’d imagined. These weren’t small little slaps; she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for the rest of the day.
Two more smacks to each cheek, and she let out a cry.
“That sore, baby? Hmm. Remember, you have a safe word if you need it.” He reached down and cupped her pussy. “But I don’t think you need it, do you? Might be a shock, how much it hurts. Bet it’s also a shock how much that pain turns you on.”
He thrust one finger deep inside her, and she groaned as her pussy welcomed him, clenching down on him.
“Damn, baby girl. You are soaked and ready for me, aren’t you?” Then he drew his finger out abruptly and laid a barrage of spanks on her ass until her heart was racing, sweat coated her body and she was so turned on she was close to begging him to touch her.
“That’s a nice hot ass you have there, baby girl. Got to go get something. Stay right where you are. Shoulder all right?”
“Y-yes,” she managed to stutter out.
She heard the crinkle of foil, guessed he was putting a condom on. Then he was behind her once more, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. He drove himself deep. She let out a small moan. He felt so good.
He filled her. Fucked her. Long, slow strokes that gradually grew faster. Harder.
“Fuck. Feels so good, babe. So fucking good.”
He drew out and she let out a small whimper of protest.
“Easy, baby.”
He picked her up and turned her, placing her back down on the table. She hissed as her hot ass touched the table.
He grinned. Actually grinned. The ass. She glared up at him.
“Sore, baby girl?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He gave her a stern look. “Maybe, next time, you’ll think twice about disobeying me. Although someone liked her spanking, didn’t she?” He picked her up, holding her ass as he lowered her over his cock. God, he was strong. How could he hold her like that so easily?
Then he moved, walked towards the bed with her still held in his arms.
“I plead the fifth,” she said breathily.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t have to say anything. That hot, warm pussy speaks for you. Don’t think you’re gonna like the rest of your punishment, though.”
Rest of her punishment? Oh, hell, he said she couldn’t come without permission. He wouldn’t . . . he couldn’t . . .
He laid her on her back on the bed. “Wrap your legs around me, baby girl.”
She did immediately what he said as he fucked her again. His movements growing harder. Faster.
Her own pleasure rose.
“Please, Sir! Please!”
“Nope.”
She glared at him. “I need to come!”
He shook his head. “Not this time, babe. Got to make sure you learn your lesson.”
“You already spanke
d me!”
“Went easy on you this first time. Need to make sure you get that I’m serious about this. Fuck! Fuck!” He drove deep, pulled out. Each movement grew faster. Harder. “Baby, you so feel so damn good. You make it damn hard to last beyond a few pumps. Swear to God. Feels amazing.” He groaned as he came, sweat coating his body. She could hear his breath coming fast and hard. He rolled so he lay on his side next to her, gathering her close.
He couldn’t be serious. But when he didn’t move, she realized he was.
“I cannot believe I don’t get to come.”
The bed rocked with his laughter, and she turned her head to glare at him.
“It’s not funny!”
He leaned up on one arm. “Wasn’t funny when I woke up to find you’d disappeared, either.” Darkness filled his face, and her temper dissipated.
“I really am sorry,” she whispered.
He kissed her gently. “Just don’t do it again.”
“I won’t,” she promised. “So now do I get to come?”
His answer was to burst into laughter again.
The bastard didn’t let her come all day.
Not that it had stopped him from touching her. Oh, no, he seemed to take every opportunity to sneak a hand up under her shirt to play with her clit. At one stage, he’d made her part her legs then he’d knelt in front of her and he’d spent at least five minutes licking her pussy.
Oh, she’d come so close to coming that time. He’d seemed to sense it, though, and pulled back in the nick of time.
But now, it was close to nighttime and she was grouchy with a capital G. She stomped around the cabin, looking for something to do to keep herself occupied. They’d already had dinner. The dishes, such as they were, had been washed. It was time for bed, but she wasn’t yet ready to settle.
“You all right there, baby girl?” West asked from where he lay on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers; they’d just had a bath which hadn’t helped her aroused state at all.
She sent him a dirty look. He studied her for a moment.
“Come here.”
No way. Nuh-uh, she wasn’t up to more erotic torture.
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