by Riley, C. L.
What was she talking about? I didn’t even know her let alone like her.
I glanced from Boone to Twila. His barely contained rage increased another notch in her presence. It was evident the two had history. Something I’d suspected, but didn’t want to think about. With JV’s earlier comment, the pieces fell into place.
She’d been screwing him and wanted more. He’d probably cut her lose when she’d gotten too clingy. We had an open relationship, so I was supposed to just put up with his affairs. Not anymore. The new me, who couldn’t remember anything, didn’t share her husband with anyone.
I turned to Twila. “You better back the fuck off my man. I might not recall what happened, but I’m not stupid. You need to remember your place, whore. I’m his old lady, you’re not. Get over him. He’s mine.”
It was then I realized a small crowd had gathered to watch our exchange. A few women I assumed were other old ladies, applauded. JV and Joey were both grinning at me from where they stood with a group of kids, who’d all stopped what they were doing to stare, mouths gaping.
One kid said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Wow. Your mom is a badass.”
I should have felt embarrassed, but I’d never felt prouder.
“Upstairs. Now,” Boone repeated, apparently not a big fan of my performance.
When I met his gaze, I was sure I glimpsed a flash of the same pride my boys had exhibited. But he narrowed his eyes before I could be certain.
Feet frozen, I stared up at his hulking form, suddenly scared under his scrutiny.
He shook his head and reached for me, tossing me like a rag doll over his shoulder. Laughter and hoots followed us, as he hauled me up the stairs like a sack of potatoes. I punched at his back the whole way, earning a growl that sounded more animal than human.
When I continued my attack, he reached up and smacked me on the ass, hard.
“Ouch!” I cried. “That hurt!”
“Good, because that’s only the beginning. Your ass will be raw by tomorrow. Count on it.”
His words sent my heart rate skyrocketing, and oddly, they fired a missile of fiery desire between my legs. My pussy clenched, anticipating what he had planned for me.
And I’d called Twila the whore? It seemed I was the real slut.
Boone
Olympia calling me “her man” completely undid my resolve. I had to have her regardless of what the future held, despite the things she’d said and done in the past.
Call me fucking crazy. I didn’t care. Olympia Olsen was mine. I’d wanted her four years ago and every day since.
I wanted her now.
On the ride back, I’d tried to imagine who I’d fuck when I returned. I couldn’t picture anyone but Olympia, no matter how hard I tried, and I wasn’t kidding about paddling her. Her ass would hurt.
Unlocking the door to our room, I kicked it open. I put Olympia on her feet and reached back to lock us in. I wasn’t taking any chances. No one was interrupting our time together.
“You!” She backed away. “You can’t just carry me away like that in front of everyone.”
“I can and I did. And I’d do it again.” I stalked toward her.
She took another tentative step back. “Don’t come near me. I’m not ready for all this.”
“Babe, you’re so wet right now. I guarantee it. You've never been more ready.”
She shifted, and her expression said she knew I was right.
I reached around her neck and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth towards mine, before she could protest. With my lips hovering over hers, I tried one last time to resist the hold she had over me.
Her warm breath smelled like mint, with a hint of beer. She flicked out her tongue to moisten her lips. That simple act sent what felt like an electrical current to my already hard cock. My resolve crumbled. I crashed my mouth over hers, parting her lips with my tongue. She pressed her palms against my chest, like she wanted to stop me, but her tongue danced with mine, teasing my tongue piercing as I deepened the kiss. Holy sweet fuck.
I never kissed the women I fucked. It was too intimate. With Olympia, not claiming her mouth wasn’t even an option. I nipped at her bottom lip, sucking hard. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“I’ve done everything you asked,” she whispered into my mouth.
Her words reminded me that she wasn't aware of the damage she’d done with Conner Mills. She was clueless. It was hard to justify punishing Sally for Olympia’s mistakes.
“You’re right. You have. But you love it when I spank your beautiful ass.”
She looked up, her hazel eyes dilated with desire. She wanted me too. Her next words confirmed how much. “Take me anyway you want, Boone. I need this.”
I growled, covering her mouth again, letting my hands run up and down her arms, and over her shoulders. She had no idea what she was agreeing to.
“Too many clothes,” I hissed.
Without warning, I grabbed her tank-top and yanked, ripping the thin material right down the front, exposing her purple, lacy bra. I cupped her breasts through the fabric, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
She gasped, digging her nails into my shoulders. “More,” she whimpered.
I’d pegged Olympia right. She liked pain and would be a perfect submissive. Once the shit at the strip club was resolved, I’d have her tied up on the stage. Tonight, tying her to the bed would have to do.
I rocked my hips, grinding my erection into her. She slid her hand between us, grasping my width over my jeans. She hesitated and looked up again. “You’re really thick … and long.”
“And you love it,” I assured. “When I bury myself inside you, I promise you’ll scream my name.”
Her next move shocked me. Using two hands she grabbed the neck of my t-Shirt and tugged, tearing it the same way I’d torn hers. She tossed it on the floor, her hungry gaze sweeping over my chest.
She came alive at the sight of my nipple piercings and the tattoos that covered most of my chest and arms. Showing her appreciation, she kissed and bit her way down to my abs, before returning to my nipples and using her teeth to pull on the rings.
If I didn’t do something quick, she’d have me coming in my pants. That would be another first.
“I need you to undress nice and slow. Show me that gorgeous body,” I ordered, my voice thick with need.
I unbuttoned my own jeans, allowing my erection to spring free. Removing the pants, I kicked them aside and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning her closer. “Take em’ off, now.”
She gave me an inviting smile that promised more than I’d ever anticipated.
Leaning back on one elbow, I used my free hand to stroke my cock.
Her gaze followed my hand’s motions.
“You like what you see?’
She nodded before turning her back to me and unclasping her bra, treating me to the perfectly rounded globes of her ass, on full display due to the matching g-string panties she wore so well.
I stroked myself harder imagining myself balls deep in her tightest entrance.
As if sensing my thoughts, she wiggled her ass as she bent over.
I reached out and grabbed her by the slip of material between her ass cheeks, and pulled her toward me.
“I said I was going to spank you.”
She shivered, but didn’t complain.
“Stretch across my lap like a good girl, butt up.”
She did as I asked, positioning herself across my legs, ass in the air.
“Fuck, you should see how sweet you look, babe.”
She squirmed against me.
“None of that. Stay still, or it will hurt more.” I ran my finger down her panties thin fabric, and dipped it inside. “So wet for me. You’re soaking.”
She whimpered, but didn’t move. I found her clit and circled it a few times, until she gasped. “Don’t even think about coming until I give you permission.”
Running my palm over her ass, I groaned.
Fuck. She was so soft, silky. Her pussy was smooth too. Considering Olympia’s taste in swimwear, it didn’t surprise me.
“I’m not sure what you’ve done wrong, but I know you’ve been a bad girl. Perhaps you thought mean things about me today, while doing your chores.”
She nodded, playing along.
“I thought so. Time for your punishment.” I squeezed her left ass cheek with one hand and brought my other palm down on her right cheek.
She squealed and bucked.
I massaged where I’d hit her and smacked her other cheek even harder. This time she screamed. I could see the tears forming. “Such a bad girl,” I whispered, slapping both cheeks at the same time. She wailed, but didn’t ask me to stop.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she choked down a sob.
Fuck, watching Olympia break apart on my lap was almost more than I could handle. I’d never wanted anything more.
“I’ll stop anytime you want. Just say red.” I’d come up with a better safe word later, but I should have given her a way out sooner. I’d been selfish, desperate for at least a few handprints on her firm ass.
“I’m going to give you several hard swats in a row, babe. Do you want them?” God I hoped she said yes. Stopping now would be difficult.
She nodded and managed to whisper, “I’ve been so bad.”
“Fuck. You have been a bad girl, Sally.” I didn’t wait for her to change her mind.
Over and over, I brought my palm down on her crimson bottom. She writhed on my lap, her whimpers and cries fueling me. When I was afraid I might lose control, I lifted her off and helped her onto the bed, positioning her face down. Grabbing the ointment from my nightstand, I coated her ass, massaging as I went. I slipped the purple panties off in the process.
She continued to cry softly, but had begun to rotate her hips, pressing her pelvis into the bed. I’d never seen anything hotter than her ass marked with my handprints. Every time she circled her hips, I’d catch a glimpse of her bare pussy glistening with her arousal.
“On your knees. I’m gonna fuck you from behind. You want it hard?”
“Yes, please,” she begged, still crying.
I made a decision I hoped I wouldn’t regret. Lining up against her pussy’s wet slit, I chose to forgo a condom. Yet another first. Kissing, fucking bareback, I had no doubt I’d regret my actions later. For now, all wanted was to feel Olympia’s cunt constricting around my dick when she came, screaming my name like I’d said she would.
“Gonna fuck you so hard,” I ground out as I slammed into the pussy I’d wanted to punish for years.
She was so tight and screamed so loud, I hesitated.
What the hell?
A trickle of blood seeped out around my cock.
No. Fucking. Way. Olympia Olsen was a virgin, or had been.
Her body shuddered. “It hurts so bad, but keep going. Please, Boone.”
I shook my head.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, looking over her shoulder, eyes wide and pleading.
Not sure what story I’d use to explain the pain and blood, I started moving again, slower, easing back into her, allowing her time to get used to my size.
She whimpered softly, but didn’t ask me to stop.
It took every ounce of my dwindling self-control, not to thrust harder.
“That’s better,” she moaned. “More. Fuck me like you mean it.” She pushed back against me, demanding more.
Hell yes.
Unable to hold back another second, I gripped her hips and plunged in deep, stretching her, forcing her tight cunt to accommodate my size. Seeing her quiver beneath me, sent me over the edge; I heard myself roar as I pounded harder, fisting the back of her long hair with one hand. Her pussy was like velvet, and I was lost in the sensation of her slippery heat.
“I’m going to come, please, don’t stop!” she pleaded between moans and gasps.
“Come all over my cock. Do it,” I growled through clenched teeth, my balls slapping her clit.
When the first spasm squeezed my cock, I erupted. My whole body quaked as I emptied myself inside her. She screamed my name over and over, until finally her knees gave out. She lay motionless, panting.
I collapsed on top of her, my own breathing wild and deep. “Sally, babe. You felt so fucking good. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but …”
She shushed me. “Don’t apologize. It felt amazing. I think I like pain, a lot. You can punish me anytime.”
I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. When she was tucked against me, I kissed her neck. “Told you you’d scream my name.”
She slapped my arm. “Go to sleep.”
“Yes, ma’am. This is just a nap; I'll have you know. So be prepared. I’m not finished with you yet.”
“I certainly hope not,” she teased.
It occurred to me, as her breathing evened out and she drifted to sleep, that this was the first time I’d let any woman, since Rita, sleep with me after sex.
My whole ‘get even plan’ wasn’t working as expected. In fact, the opposite had happened. I was falling for my captive, and at some point she would remember who I was. She’d figure out I’d stole her virginity and the life she was accustomed to, and she’d fucking hate me.
Until then, I’d do everything in my power to make her crave what I, alone, could do to her body. Hopefully, just maybe, that would be enough to keep her.
Olympia
I was nestled in a cloud, blanketed with warmth, floating far above my worries and fears. The cloud omitted the sweet scent of vanilla and spices, tickling my nose. I sighed, basking in the unfamiliar sensations. My core was on fire. Pressure built between my legs. Desperate to see my surroundings and source of such pleasure, my eyes fluttered open.
Sucking in a breath, I realized I wasn’t cocooned inside a cloud; rather I was floating in a bathtub, surrounded by the delicious fragrance, which was bath oil.
Boone was leaning over the tub, gently washing between my legs. “Told you we were just taking a nap.” He flashed me a crooked smile. “I wanted to soothe those aching places before round two.”
His words made me blush, as I remembered him paddling my now tender behind and fucking me so hard I had indeed screamed his name; first in jarring pain and later in immeasurable ecstasy.
At the moment, I was once again impressed by my husband. He had managed to get me settled in the bath without waking me. No easy feat. All the heightened adrenalin from earlier must have led to one hell of a crash. I couldn’t remember ever sleeping so hard, though I still felt like I was elevating on endorphins.
“I’ve had you soaking for awhile now, been keeping the water nice and hot, but your skin is getting a little pruney.” He lifted my puckered fingers to his lips and kissed them.
“So you’re saying I look like a prune?”
“No, you look good enough to eat. I’m not a big fan of prunes, but I’ll take a taste of you anytime.” He placed my hand back in the water and reached behind, grabbing a large towel.
With surprising ease for someone his size, he uncoiled his massive frame from the spot where he’d been crouched by the tub, rising to his full height; his cock jutted up, stiff and ready.
I struggled to believe I’d taken all that thick length inside me. For having two children and an allegedly active sex life, I was really, really tight. Maybe I’d done extra kegels or something, to keep my lady parts as firm as the rest of my body.
The truth was, for a twenty-eight year-old woman who’d given birth to two kids, I was in seriously good shape. In my humble opinion, I looked closer to twenty than thirty.
There was no doubt Boone appreciated my appearance. He couldn’t stop staring, more like consuming me with his eyes.
My face flushed again and not from the steaming water.
My husband’s presence was scorching and triggered the whole butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling. Not to mention everything about him screamed sex.
His long hair, loose and wild, brushed
past his shoulders, and gave him an untamed edge that suited his personality. I loved his face. It was all sharp angles. His nose was slightly crooked like it had been broken at least once, and a small scar was visible on his temple. Those minor imperfections added a certain dangerous appeal to his otherwise faultless features.
It was a tie between his lips and eyes for first place. His eyes were a distinct shade that reminded me of the Caribbean ocean, and made me want to get lost in the blue pools. His lips - kissable. There was no better way to describe them.
“You see something you like, babe?” He grinned, wrapping me in the towel and pulling me against his sculpted body.
Before I could answer, he kissed my neck from behind, winding his arms around my waist and drawing my backside closer to his body. His size and height swallowed my much smaller frame. I felt surprisingly safe in his embrace, even with his massive erection pressing against my rump. Molding myself against him, I tilted my head back.
I didn’t have to say a word. He understood what I was seeking.
His lips smashed against mine and he growled, using his studded tongue with expert precision to torment my mouth, tasting and teasing, making my knees buckle.
Before I swooned like some inexperienced school girl, he maneuvered me into his arms, treating me like I was a new bride being carried over the honeymoon threshold. Thankfully, he only had to carry me a few feet to reach the bed. Laying me back, he opened the towel, baring me to his gaze. I realized then the white sheets had been changed to black.
“A bath, new bedding … wow, I feel special.”
“You are special.”
He grabbed my legs and hauled me to the end of the bed, pressing my thighs apart. So much for drying off, I was wet from the tub and getting wetter between my legs.
When my bottom reached the bed’s edge, he stared down at my pussy. He licked his lips and gave me a look that sent fiery heat down my spine, pooling into hot tingles where his gaze rested.
“You look like you want something, Sally? Can I help you out?”
Seriously? He was going to make me beg? I almost believed he could make me come without even touching me, but I wanted to be touched, licked, and definitely fucked.