Badass

by Sable Hunter

  Like a predatory panther, he moved over her, kissing a path up her body. The table was sturdy – and it was a good thing, because he was not a small man. Straddling her body, he reached for the bottle of oil and filled his palms with it. Rubbing them together, he gave her a knowing smile. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” She gave him a tremulous smile and nodded her head, maintaining her agreed upon silence. “I own your orgasms, now Avery. You are mine to pleasure – you are mine to take my pleasure in.” First, he rubbed his cock – up and down – with an oiled palm. It felt so good that his body wanted more, but he knew the treat that awaited him would be even better. Next, he cupped her tits and massaged the oil in them. She grunted, enjoying his touch. “I would rather play with your tits than eat. And I love to eat – but you are stacked, sugar-doll.” When he had them coated with the vanilla scented rub, he pushed them together. “God, look at you. You are hotter than any pin-up girl ever thought about being. And you’re all mine – my own private play-toy. My Avery.” Pushing his cock in the valley of her cleavage, he groaned – “Damn, that’s good. Do you like that – answer me, and keep your eyes locked with mine – I want to know you.”

  “I love it. I love everything you do to me,” she offered, breathlessly.

  He pulled out and worked his hips, his eyes closing with how good it felt. “Ummmm – oh, yeah.” Unfastening her hands, he gave her further instructions. “Push your tits together and hold them. I need my hands for other things. She did as he asked, and was glad she had when she found out what he was up to. Pumping between her breasts, he reached behind him and cupped her mound – massaging the whole vulva.

  “Damn!” Avery gasped and Isaac burst out laughing.

  “I take that as a compliment, church-girl,” he picked at her. “Now - - look at me, babe. Your eyes are glazing over with passion. I need for you to put the icing on the cake for me.” When he had her attention, he continued. “When I push up through the Valley of Delight – I want you to have that mouth open and lick and suck the head – every time I thrust, you reward me. Okay?”

  “Yeah,” she let her eyes drop from his to the swollen purple cock – the object of her desire. She was enjoying everything, but – God, she hoped he fucked her soon. Surprising herself by giggling, she looked back at Isaac. “I just used the word fuck in my thoughts,” she said it, proudly, as if she had achieved a milestone.

  “I love it. But don’t change too much, treasure, I love you just the way you are.”

  From between her breasts, his cock emerged and she lovingly took the head in her mouth and suckled. Swirling her tongue around and around, she made the most of the time that she got to keep him in her mouth. When he pulled out, she whimpered – but in the next moment or so, she had him again. It was a toss up who was enjoying it more, and that was how it should be, she thought. To give him credit, he didn’t lose his concentration. He played her body like a fine instrument, pushing between her breasts and at the same time working magic between her thighs. Avery didn’t know what to do first – count her blessings or pray that this wasn’t a dream. He had said he loved her just the way she was – but did he mean it, or was it just something to say in the heat of the moment? Time would tell.

  Too good, too good – Isaac picked up the pace knowing that he was about to cum. But, like any male animal, he had an irresistible urge to mark his territory. “You are mine, Avery – every last luscious inch of you belongs to me.” Standing up on his knees, he took his cock in his hand and pumped it – once, twice, three times and exulted as streams of white cum decorated her tits, her neck – even her lips. And what did his doll, do? She licked every bit she could reach and beckoned him with welcoming eyes – so he slid his still throbbing cock into her mouth and she swallowed the last pulsing drops – and licked him clean for good measure. Home – at last, Isaac McCoy was home.

  ****

  “My God, Harper! What happened to you?” Noah was horrified to find a shaking, badly bruised woman standing shivering in the night air with only a beat up leather jacket wrapped around her naked body. She was huddled behind a dumpster, and he wouldn’t have found her at all if he hadn’t heard her sobbing.

  “A scene went bad on me,” she hiccupped, as she let him wrap his coat around her waist to cover up her nudity. Even in the light that the security lamp gave off, Noah could see whip marks all over her body - red whelps, blood stripes. The sour taste of disgust almost made him throw up.

  Leading her to his truck, he was torn between wanting to help her and wanting to get as far away from her as he could. “Who did this to you?”

  “Ajax is what he called himself.” She sniffed loudly as he helped her up in the seat of the truck. “I think I need to go to the doctor, Noah.”

  “That’s where I was headed,” he sighed loudly. This is not the way he had wanted the night to end. Skye had stopped him on the way out of the pavilion area and invited him on a moonlight walk, and it had torn him up to have to tell her he had somewhere else to be. She had smiled at him when he asked for a rain check, and he fully intended to pursue her – that is if he could get loose from the entangling tendrils of his past. “Where did you meet this asshole?” he asked as soon he got around to his side and climbed in.

  Harper doubled over in the seat, burying her head in her hands. “At a biker’s rally in Lukenbach.” Her shoulders began to shake. “I’m so miserable, Noah. I hate my life!”

  Noah cranked up and bit his tongue. Now wasn’t the time to castigate her for her poor life choices. She needed his sympathy and his help. “I’m taking you to emergency. We’ll get you some help.”

  “How did I end up like this, Noah? I used to have it all together.” He handed her a handkerchief and she blew her nose. “We used to have something special, what happened to us?”

  Noah hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “You threw what we had away, Harper. I begged you to step away from that shit! But no – you loved it more than you loved me. I regret, more than I can say, what happened to you – but you let yourself get in over your head. So far, you haven’t learned your lesson, you just keep going back after more, time and time again.”

  Harper quit crying, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Maybe, I’ve made mistakes – I don’t deny that. But this,” she gestured down her body, “this is your fault.”

  Noah put on his brakes, pulled off the street and stared at her. “How in the hell could this possibly be my fault?”

  “Because – as Ajax hit me – over and over again, he said ‘you have your boyfriend to thank for this, little girl. The McCoy’s will learn not to shit on me.’ ”

  ****

  “I love your room, especially this shower,” Avery was having the time of her life. Isaac had tenderly carried her to the shower and washed every bit of the oil and evidence of their loving from her body. Now, it was her turn. “But, I love your body the most. You are the sexiest man in the world. I can’t believe that I’m here with you, like this. I am so, so lucky.” She had soaped her hands and was washing him skin on skin.

  “I’m the lucky one, Avery-mine,” he cupped the back of her head as she went to her knees and soaped his muscular legs from knee to ankle. When they had first entered the shower, he had been flaccid. Now, next to her cheek was this HUGE cock!

  “Can I. . .?” She stole a kiss from the side of his swollen rod.

  “Don’t tempt me – but no – I have other plans for this erection. I want to be inside you – now.” He pulled her up and out of the shower, wrapping her in a big, fluffy towel.

  “No shower sex?” Foot! She had been counting on that.

  “That is on the agenda, but I have other things in mind right now. Do you trust me?” he asked as he kissed droplets of water from off of the mounds of her breasts.

  “Haven’t I already proved that?”

  Isaac swung her up in his arms and bit her cheek, playfully. “I could just eat you up, you are too damn cute. Yes, you proved it – but that was element
ary sex baby – now we’re moving up to the big leagues. Are you ready?”

  “Hell, yeah!” Her enthusiasm was showing.

  Isaac was thrilled by Avery’s willingness and responsiveness. “Don’t you think you should wait and find out what I’m talking about first?”

  “So – show me!” she challenged him with a grin. Kicking her legs, she wiggled until he put her down. “I’m ready.”

  “Getting cocky, aren’t we?”

  With a mischievous giggle, she closed her hand over his manhood and squeezed, gently. “Me? I think cocky describes you a little better.” She pumped it once or twice, longingly.

  Never before had he played like this with his subs. Although that term might be a bit premature, she was redefining what made him happy in this room. “I know you played with toys while in Nevada, but I think I can teach you a trick or two.”

  “Is it permissible for me to make a suggestion?” She might be overstepping her bounds, but she was learning as she went.

  Isaac stopped in his tracks. “Of course.” Actually, he couldn’t wait to hear what she had to say.

  She sidled up to him. Was she flirting? Naked flirting? Avery Rose Sinclair was totally out of hand.

  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she rose up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. Her nipples tangled in his chest hair and it was highly likely she could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Leaning over, he wondered what she would say. He wouldn’t put anything past her. She was constantly surprising him. And this time, she did not disappoint, “I would really appreciate it if you would spank me – not hard – just a little bit. Please?” She dropped off her tiptoes and her tits bounced drawing his eyes like a magnet.

  Clearing his throat, he struggled to maintain a serous expression. What he wanted to do was grin from ear to ear. Frankly, he couldn’t remember being this happy in a long time. “I think that could be arranged.”

  “Where do you want me?” She spun around and that curtain of hair had a hey-day bouncing around on the top of her butt cheeks.

  “On the spanking bench.”

  Wheeling around she faced him with her mouth agape. “On the what?” She didn’t wait for him to repeat himself. “Are you serious? They really call it that? Which one is it?”

  “Guess.”

  She looked around and let her imagination run wild – and then she saw it. “That one.”

  “Right,” he held out his hand to guide her. Avery loved how attentive he was. Dominant may be his goal, but making her feel important was what he was accomplishing. “They call it a punishing bench – but don’t let that scare you. I like the way it’s made – perfect for doggy style. See, there’s a place for your knees and it makes your ass stick up in just the right position. Here, hop on.” He helped her up and showed her how to lean over. “I don’t think it’ll be necessary to lock you down, because this is your request – not a punishment.”

  She leaned over the waist bar and felt completely vulnerable. Now, she was ready to receive any and all things he would dish out. Her forearms and knees were resting securely on the comfortable padding. “What are you going to spank me with?”

  He began by palming her ass – rubbing the round, firm globes. Petting her would ensure that she knew this was an exercise in pleasure. Anytime pain was administered to heighten erotic play, it was paramount that love and affection be communicated above all. “I could use a small wooden paddle or a soft leather quirt. Both of those things make beautiful pink makings on pearly white skin. Or – I could use my hand. Either way, I was wrong earlier - this time, I insist upon a safe word.” As he rubbed, he teased the crease of her ass, dipping his finger into the crevice and playing a bit. Dipping down further, Isaac swirled his fingers around her clit, gathering cream and bringing it back to adorn her little a-hole. “What’ll it be? I need a word and the implement you’d prefer.”

  She huffed out a breath; “You expect me to think when I’m so turned on that I might self-combust?” He popped her once, lightly, and she giggled. “I felt that in my good spot. So, the implement is settled,” her voice dropped to a husky level, “I want your hand and my safe word will be – Jezebel.”

  “Interesting choice, I like it – so you,” he enjoyed joshing with her. Avery was fun. For just a second there was quiet, he stepped behind her – his cock was still stiff and distended. This state was almost a natural way to be around this woman. Soon, he promised it, soon. Her pussy was already ready for him; all he needed to do was introduce her to a new way of feeling good – that is if she liked it. With both hands he framed and caressed her ass. “A perfect heart shape – beautiful.” Oh, this was going to be fun. Drawing back he delivered a spank. It wasn’t really hard; he had no intention of causing her any real pain.

  “Ow,” she let out a little yelp.

  “Not what you expected, Jezebel?” He waited.

  “Do it again. Please,” she added hastily.

  Pop. Pop. He interspersed the love-taps with rubs. Her butt cheeks were turning the most delicious shade of pink. “Ummmmm,” she made a little noise that he strived to interpret. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pause. Glancing down he saw a trail of excitement – her body liked it. But did her mind and heart? That is what was important. Still, he hesitated until she pushed her ass back and tilted it up. “More, Isaac, please.” Thank, God. He resumed the erotic spanking, becoming more turned on with every blow. Soon, she was begging – “I need to cum, Isaac. I ache – I’m so empty.”

  “You are so hot. I’ve always known you were beautiful and sexy – but damn, baby – there is no one like you.” He grabbed his engorged cock and fitted it to her waiting heat. Soon, he would introduce her to the joys of having her pussy spanked and how the taste of the quirt could be incredibly sweet. They would only do what made her happy – but so far she was taking to this like a fish to water. She groaned as he began to push his way inside of her. “Tight – you are so tight.” The walls of her vagina enveloped him and treasured him – Lord; he loved to fuck Avery bareback. “Oh, you are hungry, aren’t you love.” As soon as he had tunneled in, she began to tighten on him with a steady rhythm. She wasn’t cumming; Avery was multiplying both of their pleasure.

  Avery bowed her head and arched her back. Oh, this was so good. Being taken from the back was not a position she had ever fantasized about. She had always thought it would be impersonal – instead, it was primal. Isaac was powerful – his thrusts were moving her whole body. She was being mounted, his hands at her waist controlling the depth of his penetration. And all she could think about was how incredible it felt – she was spiraling out of control. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for the raw, raunchy reality of being dominated and taken by her soul mate. She reveled in his grunts and groans, almost animalistic in their cadence – they did nothing but make her want to beg for more. “More, Sir, please!”

  A satisfied, conquering thrill shot through him. She had called him Sir – in the throes of passion where only truth won out, she had shown her true colors. Avery Rose fit him to a tee. Moving his body over hers, he pumped into her over and over again. This is what it should be like – always. Sliding his palms underneath her chest, he cupped her tits and squeezed them, pinching the nipples, adding just a dash of spice to push her over. There was no way, he could keep this up – his jizz was boiling up from his balls and he was ready to explode. Just last week, he had wondered if he could ever take joy in this room again – and now it would never be the same. Avery had changed everything.

  “I can’t take it, it’s just too good,” she cried. “God, baby – I’m cumming!”

  Burying his face in her neck, he nipped the soft flesh. She was clamping down on him, squeezing, her orgasm was all over his cock. “You are mine, Avery,” he jabbed into paradise – hard – taking the tender flesh of her neck into his mouth and sucking as he poured his seed deep within her. He wanted to leave evidence of his possession behind. That would do for now, until he could get a ring on his finger.

  *
***

  After their loving, Isaac had carried her back up the stairs to his apartment at Hardbodies. Now, all he had to do was convince her to marry him. Surely, it wouldn’t be that difficult. Hadn’t he proved how perfect they were together? He had to admit that it seemed like a miracle to him. Never in a million years would he have guessed at the wildcat that lived within the body of this cuddly kitten. After attending to her needs, kissing her awake enough to brush her teeth, he carried her to the bed and wrapped himself around her. The next thing he knew, his cell phone was demanding attention.

  “McCoy,” he growled. “This had better be good.”

  “Oh, it’s good,” Jacob answered. “Jessie and I are getting married today – no fanfare. I’m just making her mine, but we’re having a family dinner tonight. I know it’s on the heels of the party, but this will just be us. Do you think you could get Levi to cover for you tonight? Oh, and Jessie said to make sure you talk Avery into coming. She likes her.”

  Curling a ringlet around his finger, he wanted to brag – but this was too personal, too precious. “I’ll see what I can do. And congratulations, but I’m sorry you’re missing out on the festivities. I was there when Cady’s grandmother told Jessie her feelings about the double wedding.”

  “Listen, like I told Jessie, I want to marry her more than anything. The how’s, when’s, and where’s don’t make a hill of a beans difference to me. So, we’ve decided to tie the knot ASAP, there ain’t a damned good reason to wait another second.”

  “Can I bring anything?”

  “I would say some champagne, but with all the pregnant women we’ve got around us, that would just be cruel – so, no – just you, bud and the little woman.” Isaac could hear talking in the background. “Nathan said for you to bring that dog collar home to Lady that he saw in your truck. Do you know what he’s talking about?”