by Hazel Hunter
“The next shift should be getting ready to come on. I can let them know that we’re safe and accounted for, and then we won’t have to hurry home.”
As Piers messaged their relief, Hailey picked her way through the contents of the large chest. It was large enough to contain two tightly packed foam mattresses, plenty of bedding, and a small supply of food. She touched the chocolate wistfully, but she put it back, knowing that it was only for emergencies.
She looked up to find Piers watching her.
“You approve?”
“I do,” she agreed. “Both of the safe bases and of you.”
Piers raised an eyebrow.
“Of me?”
“Yes.” Hailey hesitated for a moment before sitting on the floor. “I’ve been all over the world after I awakened as a witch, but it wasn’t because I wanted to travel. Once the covens knew what I was, it was like they were suddenly playing a huge game of hot potato, and I was the potato. No one let me stay anywhere, and no one really wanted me around. The best they wanted was for me to be someone else’s problem. You haven’t done that.”
“They shouldn’t have done it either. Your former coven masters were short-sighted at best and plain cruel at worst. If they rejected you so easily, they will have done other things as well that are just as bad, though perhaps not as visible. Hailey, you need to understand that I didn’t do anything special.”
Hailey thought about that for a moment. Then she shook her head.
“Maybe you’re right, and no one should have been treated the way that I was. Right now, though, this reality is pretty special.”
Piers came and settled next to her on the floor. She could feel the safe base sway just a little. Instead of disturbing her, however, it made her feel protected. So high in the air and so shielded from view, there was nothing that could hurt them. There was no world outside, nothing dark or ugly. She was safe. For perhaps the first time since her parents died, she was safe in the world. She thought briefly of Kieran, who had fought so hard to protect her and then disappeared. That memory was still fiery, still painful.
“Hailey?”
She looked at him, still thinking of Kieran, but also her new place in the world. Piers seemed to sense that she was making a decision. He was as still as a statue, and she knew that he had centuries of practice with patience. He could not have been an impatient man and built the Castle. He knew that some things must never be rushed if they were to happen appropriately at all.
Moving as slowly as a glacier, she reached her hand out, letting it graze his cheekbone. He did not flinch. Instead, he only leaned slightly into her hand, encouraging her to touch him even more. Slowly, she smoothed the ball of her thumb across his cheek, sliding it down to his generous mouth.
She was unsurprised when his tongue flicked out and lapped at it. She shivered at the warmth and the wetness of it. After a moment, she slid her thumb into his mouth, a hot velvet heaven. When she pulled back, he took her hand in his and kissed it gallantly and chastely on her fingertips.
“I want to know what you’re thinking,” he said.
“I should think it was obvious,” Hailey replied, feeling slightly crushed.
Her experience with men wasn’t extensive, but she thought she had made her intentions very clear.
“I need to know that this isn’t some kind of thank you,” he said bluntly. “Regardless of what you feel about the Castle, I need you to understand that you have a place here. You don’t have to ‘earn’ it with me.”
Hailey blushed hotly.
“No, that’s not what I think!”
“Good.” Piers’s smile was bright. “I also need to know what you want from me. I’m attracted to you. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now. You’re a lovely woman. I want to know what you need from me.”
That caught Hailey by surprise. She felt awkward speaking of such things. But he gazed earnestly at her, and waited for an answer.
“I want pleasure,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “This place, this night with you. Inside these walls, I want whatever you can give me.”
Piers made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a hiss. She watched his hands fist and then loosen again.
“Do you know what you do to me when you say things like that?” he asked her softly.
There was a naked yearning in his voice. Hailey felt a heat kindle inside her to know that she had been the one to cause it.
“I can guess.”
“It makes me want you. It makes me want you bare and squirming. It makes me want to lay you down and give you all the pleasure that you can take. After that, I want to give you even more.”
Hailey was caught up in the rhythm of his words. She knew her mouth was open, that she was staring wide-eyed at him.
“Yes,” was all she could think to say. “Yes, Piers, yes.”
It was the last bit of permission he needed. He cupped her face in his hands and held her still as he rained kisses on her upturned face. Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and her chin. Then he passed his lips over hers, once, twice and again. The tender touch woke her body like a storm passing over the prairie. She opened her mouth and drew his tongue into it, sucking on it gently before letting go. In a perfect, wild moment, she wondered what it would be like to suck on his cock the same way, to feel it jump in her mouth and to know that she was bringing him so much pleasure.
“I don’t think you need this anymore.”
Piers’s fingers had found the pull of her hoodie zipper. He pulled it down to reveal the thin camisole that she wore underneath. For a moment, she felt insecure. She was built slender, without much curve to chest or hip. Next to women like Julie and her friend Beatrice, she felt plain and flat.
However, Piers’s expression was one of curiosity and delight, and he passed a hand up her side from hips to ribs. She could feel goosebumps rise on her skin as his hands passed over her body. She tugged at the hem of the camisole, and he pulled it over her head, revealing her narrow frame, her soft pink nipples and the slight curve of her belly.
“What a beautiful woman,” he said admiringly.
Before she could protest, he put his mouth on her collarbone, licking and nuzzling. The area was almost startlingly sensitive. She whimpered when he lapped at it, and then his mouth traveled lower. It took him an achingly long time to cross the short distance to her nipple. The pink peak was deliciously sensitive, and as he lapped at one, he plucked at the other with his hand.
Hailey lay back on the floor and rolled her body up to him. He played with her nipples, caressing the scanty curve of her breasts and running his fingertips up and down her sensitive thighs. It was like being tickled, but a thousand times more sensitive. She could feel the sparks of sensation rolling up and down her body, making her arch and ache.
“I want more,” she whimpered plaintively.
“I want to give it to you,” he whispered.
He removed her shoes and socks before sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. Then he simply sat up and looked at her for a long moment. Hailey wanted to cover herself, but his open admiration made her bold. Instead, she lay flat on the floor, opening her legs slightly. She was inviting his looks and his touch, and his sigh told her that he knew that.
Piers stood to strip himself, and now it was her turn to look. He was lean and golden, more a panther than a bear. His cock was thick and half-hard. When he noticed her looking so hungrily at him, it twitched, making her smile. She could see a few scars, and when he knelt close above her, she could see a smattering of freckles on his bare shoulders.
He sat with his back against the wall, and he drew her up to sit in front of him. Her back was to his chest, making her feel enveloped when his arms came around her waist. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do until his hands covered her breasts, cupping them with gentle care. She could feel his cock against the base of her back, stirring against her and making her groan deep in her throat.
Skill
fully, his hands played up and down her body, skirting every sensitive spot, but every now and then using just enough pressure to make her groan. She felt him explore her belly, her thighs, her breasts, her throat and her shoulders. A strange languid haze fell over her. She felt as if she wanted his ministrations to go on forever, but at the same time, she was growing desperate for more. She didn’t notice that her legs were spreading wide until she heard him chuckle.
“Are you ready for more, sweetheart?” he whispered. “Do you want more of this?”
She nodded, bumping her head against his chest. She was already starting to get wet, but when he brushed his fingertip across the top of her slit, she groaned outright. She was afraid he was going to tease her more. Her hand landed on top of his, trying to push his lower, and his only response was to laugh.
“You’re so beautiful, love. I want you so much.”
Both of his hands pressed between her legs, one spreading her open, and the other touching her most tender bits. She should have felt exposed, perhaps even frightened, but the pleasure was building inside her. It felt so good and so intense that she tilted her hips so that he could open her more thoroughly.
She felt him stroke her clit over and over again, deliberately, almost roughly. It made her even wetter, and he drew her natural liquid up to bathe her clit. His fingers slid against her soft flesh even more readily, and in a matter of minutes, she was writhing up against him.
“Oh, oh gods, please, I need more than this. Please, I need you, Piers.”
Something about her saying his name seemed to break him. Before, he had been exquisitely in control, ready and willing to take care of her pleasure as long as she wished. When she called his name, he groaned, nipping at her ear.
It made her think of a wolf claiming its mate. She rose up on her knees while dropping to her elbows. In another time, she might have blushed to think about how she was baring herself to Piers. He could see every inch of her, from the slickness of her sex to the tight pucker of her ass. She hid her face in her hands, not because she was embarrassed, but because of the intensity of doing something so intimate.
Piers’s breath came hard and fast, and he shifted as well. She gasped when she felt his hands circling her hips, and he was lifting her slightly, squirming down himself until his mouth was level with her sex.
He laid one swipe of his broad tongue along her slit, and then another. Then he was lapping hard enough to make her squirm and squeal, rocking on her elbows, and desperate for more. Her juices were running down her thigh, and by the time he let her down, she was sobbing with the sensations he had given her.
“Hailey? Hailey, do you want more?”
It was an unfair question to ask when his hands were brushing against her sex, when the tip of one finger was parting her so delicately.
“Yes, yes please. I want more.”
“There’s a condom in the chest in front of you. I want you to go get it.”
It was only a couple of feet in front of her. She didn’t stand up. Instead she crawled to it, feeling decadently sexual, exhilarated to be following his orders. When she returned with the condom, he stroked her face in approval, making her purr.
“Put it on me.”
Piers was the master of the Castle. She could hear the command in his voice, and it thrilled her. This was the man who had created a fortress for her, something that was meant to keep her safe. She felt a tide of feeling wash over her. She wanted him, was half crazy with it.
She tore the foil package and carefully extracted the condom. Pinching the tip, she drew the slippery skin down his cock. It gave her a chance to feel that hard flesh leap in her hands. When she smoothed the condom all the way down, she squeezed the shaft briefly. It made Piers groan before catching up her hand.
“Tell me that you want this,” he murmured, his dark eyes fierce.
“I do.”
Her voice was soft and needy. She did want him. She thought she might die of wanting him.
“All right then. I want you as you were before. Down in front of me, facing away.”
She leaped to comply, assuming the position he had described. Once again, she felt exposed, more naked than she had a moment before, but then his hands were between her legs again. Instead of lapping at her as he had, he slowly slid one finger into her sex, pumping it back and forth until she thought she would go mad.
Hailey mewled with need, rocking back against his fingers.
“Impatient sweetheart,” he muttered. Nothing would make him speed up.
When she felt his cock brush against the back of her bare thigh, she whined. She didn’t understand why he was denying her, why he was waiting.
His hands smoothed down her sides and her back again, and this time, he grasped her hips firmly with his hands. Hailey held her breath when he brushed the length of his cock along her slit. It was hard and blunt. Even with the condom in place, she could feel how hot his skin was.
“Please,” she whimpered brokenly. “I need more.”
His hiss was gratifying. It told her that despite his iron control, he was as aroused as she was, and he took one hand from her hip to wrap it around his cock. Slowly, she felt the large head part her sex. It was broad enough that she felt a momentary sting, but even that sensation was wrapped with the pleasure he was giving her. He moved slowly, and by the time he was fully seated inside her, she was arching and mewling for more. When he filled her, there was something right about it.
“You’re awfully loud,” he said teasingly. “Do you want more?”
“Yes…yes, I do, give it to me!”
“You didn’t say please, sweetheart. Do you know what happens to pretty women who don’t say please?”
She gasped as he thrust into her.
“I don’t know,” she responded when she found her voice.
“A lot of different things,” was the response. “Sometimes, they get scolded. Sometimes I stop because its obvious they’re being ungrateful. Sometimes they get spanked.”
Hailey’s whine was immediate and insistent, but he stroked her back comfortingly.
“I wouldn’t do that without talking to you about it.”
“About the spanking?”
Something about the position, about being so exposed, about having her ass up so that anyone could see, turned her on. Even simply talking about it with someone like Piers felt electric. She rolled her hips, making Piers hiss.
“Well, you know, good girls and bad girls get spankings. If you want, I could show you.”
Hailey bit her lip, and then nodded.
“I… Will it hurt?”
“No, I promise. If you want it to stop, simply say the word no. Otherwise, I will continue to do exactly as I please. Remember that whimpering and sobbing won’t stop me; only saying no will.”
Hailey nodded into her forearms. She couldn’t help lifting her rear a little higher. Being this open and ready for him was amazing. Knowing she was going to get her first spanking was even more incredible.
The first blow was nearly a pat on her rear. There was no strength to it, and Hailey realized that Piers was simply warming up and testing her. She spread her legs a little more widely, something that made her a little more stable.
The second strike was harder, and the third one was harder yet. He was right. When the blows were still as light as they were and with Piers’s restraint, there was absolutely no pain at all. Instead her rear got warmer as he peppered it with soft spanks.
He paused, and when she turned to look over her shoulder, there was a fierce grin on his face.
“This is making you wetter,” he told her, and she clenched his cock with her inner muscles.
He had stayed hard throughout her spanking. Now he started to move again. The long strokes took her breath away. They rocked back and forth against each other.
Hailey felt the slow sinking in her belly that told her an orgasm was building inside her. She didn’t want this experience to be over, but with a soft sigh, she gave up
the last bit of her control. She felt her thighs tremble and the pit of her belly grow warm and tense.
“I want you to come,” Piers murmured, low and urgent, and that was it.
Her orgasm rolled through her body like a wave through the ocean. There was something inevitable about it. She knew that her body and her pleasure had been worked beyond her control, and that was what it took for her to a reach a kind of pleasure she had never felt before. The power of her climax left her shaking and clenching. Distantly, she was aware that Piers was thrusting into her harder and harder, his hands tight on her slender hips.
He’s holding me in place, she thought dreamily, and her body convulsed again.
Her climax left her replete, drained. She sank down on the ground, the only thing holding her up were his hands. She realized he was talking. He was telling her how beautiful she was, how good she felt around his cock.
Her climax was done but there was a certain intense kind of pleasure to this as well. There was something amazing about the way he slid inside her, the way he filled her completely. She concentrated on squeezing her inner muscles around his cock, gratified to hear him moan.
Piers’s thrusts picked up in intensity until he was nearly shoving her forward, and then with a deep groan, he thrust into her one last time. It was primal, and in a way, it was a kind of sex that some part of her had always craved.
Slowly, he drew back from her, settling her on her side on the ground as she did so. Hailey murmured with pleasure when he stroked her back soothingly, long slow touches that made her smile. She could hear him disposing of the condom before he came back to her side.
“Sweetheart, will you come here? It’s a bit softer.”
He had pulled a thin foam mattress from the depths of the chest, and spread it out. It was just large enough for the two of them if they cuddled close. Making a soft, pleased sound, Hailey burrowed close to Piers’s chest.
“How are you doing? Do you need some water?”
Hailey laughed softly.
“What funny questions to ask.”
“Not funny at all. That got a little intense there, and I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with all of it.”