by Linzi Basset
“Love his music. All rock for that matter. I’ve been to a couple of his concerts and every one of them was an uplifting experience.”
It helped to keep her mind from her throbbing loins when he continued to rain questions at her about her job, family, and friends.
An hour later, her entire body was wracked with shivers. Trent had switched off the vibrators at intervals but he never allowed enough time for her arousal to relinquish. That in itself ratcheted her need to climax even more. Her teeth clattered as she looked to the backseat, surprised to see the dogs were missing.
“Where are Storm and Sheila?”
Trent looked at her. His sharp eyes didn’t miss the shudders that rocked her body or that her knuckles were white from clawing so hard at the edge of the seat. His respect for her increased tenfold. He couldn’t remember that he’d ever felt this humbled by a sub’s effort to please him.
“You didn't notice when I stopped and let them out?”
She shook her head as she looked around. The road was completely cleared.
“They’re playing in the snow. It’s their favorite time of year.”
Riley darted a quick glance at him. “P-please, I beg you. I can’t anymore.”
“You did so well, my pet. I’m very proud of you.” He brushed his palm over her cheek. His heart missed a beat when she leaned into his touch. “What exactly are you begging for, Riley?”
She reveled in his tender hands against her skin. He had taught her over a short period of time that there was no shame in admitting to her desires and needs. The previous night had proved to her she was in love with Trent and that he was the one she wanted. No matter how much or little he was prepared to give, she’d grasped it with both hands. She delved into the strength of her beliefs and demanded what she wanted … right now, right here at this very moment.
“You, Sir. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“No man with blood in his veins would be able to say no to such a heartfelt request.”
He leaned closer and kissed her. A simmering meshing of lips that broke through all the barriers she might have erected to keep her heart intact. She didn’t want to shade anything from him anymore. The emotions she felt glinted brightly in her eyes as she looked at him.
His breath wheezed from his throat. “Riley—”
This time she stopped him with trembling fingers against his lips. “No, all I want right now is your cock pounding my pussy. Please, Sir! Fuck me … any which way you desire.”
“You shouldn’t have said that, my pet, because now I won’t allow you to retract it.”
With the words echoing in her ears, he got out of the truck and walked around the front to open the passenger door. He lifted her out and carried her to the back of the truck.
“What are you … we can’t out here in the open!”
“Why not? There’s no one around for miles to hear your screams.”
“It’s cold! We’ll freeze our asses off,” she said, glancing around and noticed the two dogs bounding around in the snow a short distance away.
“Are you cold in that suit?”
“No, but if you take it off … oh,” she ended lamely as he reached between her legs and pulled open a hidden flap, exposing her pussy.
“Any which way I please, right?”
“Sir … maybe I was a little hasty—” She gulped back the protest as he unlocked the padlock just above her mound and gently eased the dildo from her pussy. He rearranged the strap between her legs and straightened. She stared at him with wide eyes as she realized he had no intention of removing the dildo from her ass.
Trent ignored her to fetch a thin piece of foam from behind the back seat. He lowered the tailgate of the cargo bed and draped it over the edge. Riley was still trying to ascertain his intent when he spun her around to face the back of the truck.
“Lie down on the mattress and spread your legs wide apart.” He swatted her behind when she hesitated. It was hard enough for her to scoot forward and lie down. He kicked her legs further apart at the same time as she heard the sound of his zipper.
“This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time … out here in the mountains, surrounded by the snow and winter’s silence. I guess I’ve been waiting for the right one to experience it with.”
His deep, grating voice unfurled an auxiliary seam of proliferating carnality that cloaked the nerve endings in her loins. She was blindsided by the sparks of heat piercing through her core.
“Let me heat up your pussy, little one. Ahh!” His primal groan married with her keening wail floating into the atmosphere as he thrust his cock inside her slit, waited a second, and then inch by agonizingly slow inch he pushed in until he was firmly wedged hilt deep inside her.
Her back bowed in an arch at the utter fullness and the mind-blowing sensation of his cock pressing against the rubber one still lodged inside her anus. He pumped in and out experimentally, watching her closely.
Riley forgot to breathe―her mind spun around in total shambles. She was unable to dissect the legion of sensations that flooded her. She couldn’t tell what orifice was controlled by which nerve endings. It felt like the sensations duplicated themselves from where the rubber dick vibrated in her ass to where his cock rampaged her pussy. Her sensory input was immersed and overloaded, as she tried desperately to draw a proper breath.
The forceful backwash finally struck in a conflux of emotional and physical streams that yanked her under. It ripped away her balance and left her feeling afraid and energized at the same time.
“Too much. I’m gonna tear,” she cried, as she clawed at the edge of the foam mattress, completely overwhelmed at the fullness she felt.
His low chuckle sparked a fresh flush of heat through her veins. “You can take it, baby. Believe me, I have no intention of tearing this gorgeous pussy of yours. How does it feel?”
“Full! Too full. I can’t even breathe,” she puffed in desperation, more so from the sensations that she had no way of computing when he slowly dragged back his cock and with a hard snap of his hips, he pounded back inside her.
“Oh, and Riley?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“There’s no limit on how many times you come.”
She gulped at the ominous sounding promise his words held.
“Hands, please.”
She peeked at him over her shoulder, puffing in desperate breaths as she waited for him to fuck her. Her soaking pussy clenched in desperation to pull him even deeper.
“I don’t understand.” What did he want her hands for? She needed them to brace herself for what she had no doubt would be a rough and wild onslaught.
“Give me your hands,” he repeated. His face was drawn as he stared at how deep his cock was buried inside her. A shard of heat stabbed at his loins. It was a sight he wanted to see for the rest of his life. Not his cock inside any hot and tight pussy; hers … only hers.
Riley moved her arms behind her back. She whimpered when he took her hands in one of his and pressed them hard into the small of her back.
“Freaking hell,” she moaned as the position forced her to arch backward in a bow while at the same time it pressed her clit hard against the edge of the tailgate. Even though it was covered with the foam mattress, it wasn't thick enough to completely buffer her. The deep grunt from the demon behind her proved that he was well aware of that fact.
“Now, my recalcitrant little sub, I want you to meet … the beast.”
The raw growl sent a shudder through her body. She was enthralled by the sudden roughness in his voice and the way his hard body flexed against her buttocks.
“If the beast doesn’t want me to climax without him moving, I have to warn him, it’s about to happen,” Riley facetiously whined in her best baby-doll chirr, taunting him to act.
The trembling increased and her legs shook violently from the throbbing ache that pounded inside her loins, wreaking havoc with her body. She heard her heart hammering in her ears as she waited for his
response. The low moan was borne from the visualization of the debauchery he was bound to bring to bear on her as a result.
“I love your defiance, Snowflake. It’s going to offer me years of pleasurable retribution.”
Riley was still trying to wrap her mind around the years of retribution when he grasped the hair on the back of her head and pulled her face around to look into her eyes. She gasped as she identified the sexual rage in his blazing eyes.
Trent closed his fist tighter and jerked her further back to look into the eyes of the sub who had unbeknownst to her, morphed into his tormentor. He was a stranger to her but she had the wiles of a woman and unknowingly used her innocent sexual power by adroitly charting his trigger points. She masterfully identified each spark, pushed the right ones in the exact sequence to tap into the beast inside him.
And it sealed her fate solidly, with no chance of retreat.
“Remember you teased the beast, Riley,” he warned as he pressed a fingertip down on the spongy ganglia that he knew would tilt her circuitry.
Her raw cry seared through his mind as he felt her pussy clench around his cock. She rocked her hips back and forth against him, whimpering as it loosened the hungry licks of heat that lapped at her core. Her clit rubbing against the rough surface of the foam beneath her made her eyes roll back in their sockets. She was so high on a cloud of euphoria she’d drown if he didn’t hold onto her. She twisted and jagged.
“Please, just fuck me!”
He drew back and with a mighty thrust he began pounding her. He drove her forward with every plunge, cherishing her throaty cries as her clit scraped against the roughness of the mattress.
“Ahhh!” Her scream splintered the silence as he mercilessly pushed her right into a thundering wave as he banged hard against her buttocks. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other was a melody of lust and debauchery in his ears.
He felt every flush of her juices, every clench and release of her pussy as he forced one climax after the other from her. He didn’t slow down, not once; he kept his hand in her hair, snapping at her to keep her eyes on him when they threatened to drift closed.
“God, no more,” she pleaded as another debilitating climax rippled through her. “Stop, you have to stop.”
He grunted and inhaled deeply as wafts of her aroused bouquet escaped upwards to tease his nostrils.
“You smell like lust, Snowflake, and it’s begging me to continue. Who do you think I’m going to listen to? You or your pussy pleading for more?”
“Ahhh … please, my clit is …” Another scream split the air as he pumped harder, deliberately humping the nub she was complaining about against the foam-covered edge of the truck bed.
The fear in her eyes told him that the climax that wreaked havoc inside her loins and pussy made the world tilt. Her breathing faltered and she thrashed under him. Raw little cries were the only sound she managed under the rough onslaught that was so much more than she’d expected.
Riley was powerless as paroxysms tossed her about. Long waves of rapture rolled over her as she fought off the dull ache of overindulgence. She gave over willingly, spread open in front of him as she thrashed in subjugation to his Domination.
The climax that splintered through her was the hardest she’d ever experienced.
Trent ground his hips against her buttocks and pumped in and out with long strokes, feeling himself slide against her silky walls. The prick of a thousand needles at the back of his loins, warned him he was approaching his own release. Riley was too weak to move, held in position by his hard hands, she was submerged in waves of eroticism that rocked her into mindless surrender.
He felt the veins in his cock surge with charged pulses of blood that careened into the end of his shaft. His primal roar slammed against the mountains and echoed in a choir back at them. He growled, flayed bare and ragged as he came inside her, pumping and convulsing. He released her hands and hair to wrap his arms around her waist as he finished with a series of quick, hard jabs inside her.
The sudden silence after the sounds of salaciousness pressed against them, making them aware of their surroundings as they struggled to find their breath. Trent couldn’t move, even though he knew he was probably crushing her under his weight.
“The beast finally found his match, Snowflake, and he’s purring like never before.”
Riley shivered as he whispered against her ear and then the world around her suddenly became the brightest, happiest place she’d ever seen as his next words registered in her shattered mind.
“That means, my lovely Riley Miller, that I’m not letting you go. You’ve just sealed your fate. You’re mine now and I won’t let you go.”
Chapter Twelve
The closer they came to Gatlinburg; the quieter Riley became. The previous day and night will forever be ingrained in her memory. She never thought she’d ever have sex in the open, let alone in such a raw and wild copulation. At the same time, she couldn’t discount the fact that she’d never had such amazing climaxes as she did while listening how her hoarse screams of libidinousness echoed over the mountains.
That hadn’t been the end of it. Trent had taken her home and directly into the dungeon. They only came out this morning. Her legs were too rubbery to walk and he had to carry her to the room where he had taken care of her with utmost tenderness. After an entire night of debauchery, the likes of which she’d never even read about, she was raw and sore all over, but content, satisfied, and happy.
“You’re mine now and I won’t let you go.” The words he’d uttered on the mountain kept milling through her mind. Although he’d been attentive and caring ever since, he hadn’t said a word about continuing a relationship with her. Those were the thoughts that haunted her the closer they came to Aunt Sophie’s place— twisting and turning, suffocating her with their whispers.
She felt miserable by the time they arrived at the Bear Cave Lodge, located at the entrance to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
“The history of how this place came to be, is amazing, isn’t it? Is your aunt a descendant of Hattie Ogle McGiffin?”
Riley swallowed back her morose feelings and smiled at him. “Yes, believe it or not, Hattie Ogle was her grandmother. I wish I had the opportunity to meet her. She sounds like an amazing woman.” She glanced around as they drove past the majestic five-story lodge to the road leading up the mountain. “To this day, this place holds the same values and mission that its matriarch possessed. It’s hard work but my aunt loves it and she goes out of her way to provide the guests with an authentic experience celebrating the southern, rustic charm of Gatlinburg and the Smokies in a warm, welcoming environment with exceptional service. Just like her grandmother did from the day she started the lodge.”
Without asking directions, Trent drove to Aunt Sophie’s home and parked the truck in front of the quaint two-story cabin on the side of the mountain behind the Lodge. She preferred her privacy and had the cabin build fifteen years ago after her husband passed away. Riley was startled to realize it meant he’d been there before.
“It’s no wonder it’s so popular then.” He cut the engine. “It appears your aunt has guests,” he said pointing to the silver Range Rover parked next to them.
“Probably one of her many friends.” She tangled her fingers together. “Trent, I want to thank you for your hospitality and for saving me. I shudder to think what could’ve happened if no one knew I was there.”
His expression was non-committal but she noticed a flash of amusement in his eyes.
“So polite and proper. Hard to believe you’re the same woman I had in my dungeon last night.” He smiled as her cheeks turned beetroot red. He tapped her on the chin. “Believe me, Snowflake, it was no trouble.” He hesitated a moment. “In fact, I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
“Me? For what?”
“For yanking me out of the dark mire I’ve been drowning in for years. Your presence and your unconditional submission gave me the
final push I needed to put the past behind me. Now, I can look to the future and treasure the memories I have of my little girl in my heart forever.” He took her hand in his. “Riley, I was wondering—”
“Riley! You’re here. Oh, thank god!”
NO! Go back inside, Aunt Sophie! Riley had never felt as frustrated at her aunt as that moment when she burst from the porch and ran toward them. The interruption was more than untimely, it interrupted what Trent was about to say and she desperately needed to hear. He smiled wryly, squeezed her hand and opened the door. With a heavy sigh, she followed his example and got out of the truck.
She watched with interest as Aunt Sophie hugged him before she rushed to Riley, who received an equally enthusiastic embrace.
“Come inside. It’s freezing out here this morning.”
They followed her into the grand open area. A fire roared in the fireplace, offering an inviting glow of heat that spread throughout the cabin.
Riley shocked to a halt as a tall figure standing in front of the window turned when they walked in.
“Jason! What the devil are you doing here?”
“Darling! Finally. If your aunt hadn’t assured me the mountain roads were snowed under, I would’ve come to fetch you two days ago.”
“You’ve been here for two days?” Riley couldn’t wrap her mind around him being there at all, let alone for that long.
“Well, I delivered your niece safely, Sophie. Good day to you.”
Riley spun around at Trent’s curt voice. His eyes shot shards of ice at her as they combed derisively over her body. His lips flattened. She reached out a hand to him. He shunned it by stomping toward the door.
“Trent, it’s not what you think! Trent, please let—”
“No need, Ms. Miller. Be sure to inform the auto shop to contact me prior to collecting your vehicle.”
He didn’t bother to turn as he spat out his response. Riley’s shoulders slumped as she watched him through the window. He got into the truck and within moments, he was gone.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you're here. At least we’ll be able to spend Christmas together,” Jason cooed in her ear. He caressed her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her cheek.