The Naughty One

by Michelle Love

  “Why does it have to be about a bear?” she moaned. “Now I’m thinking a bear might really come tonight.” She looked at me over her shoulder. “What if our sex makes some bear horny and he wants to join us?”

  “It’s never happened to me before, Blyss. But, anyway, do you get what I’m saying? If you don’t do what I say, I might spank you or something like that, and then you’d answer me with what you did wrong.”

  “Okay,” she said, then turned her head away. “I’m getting punished because I asked you to spank me.”

  “That’s right. Good girl.” I rubbed her ass some more, then gave her a light pop.

  “Harder, please,” came her response.

  I did it harder, but not too hard. “Count them off, Sub.”

  “One, but can you do it harder?”

  I shook my head in disbelief as I raised my hand up high and came down on her ass with a hard smack. She yelped, then made a little mewling sound. “Two.”

  Seeing she liked that hard, I gave her another. “And that’s three,” I said.

  “Oh, baby, more. Please give me more.”

  There were already two red handprints on her ass and she wanted more?

  “Are you sure you’re new to this?” I asked her, then popped her again and again one more time.

  She was shaking and moaning as I picked up the vibrator and turned it on vibrate only. I moved it over her ass, around the outside of her asshole. She moaned the whole time, letting me know she was getting aroused.

  When I turned her over and pushed her legs up until her knees were bent, I had prime access to her pussy. I went straight to work on her. My Sub was hungering for more, and I was through taking my time, worrying about how she was going to handle it all. Blyss was a grown woman with the needs of one. She’d already waited longer than most, and I was about to make her body feel things it never had. I kissed her juicy pussy as she writhed with desire.

  She arched up to me and I could tell she was about to climax. I pushed the lubed dildo into her and she yelled with the pain, “Fuck! It burns!”

  I didn’t move it. I let it stretch her as I continued to lick her cunt. I licked her over and over, without moving the vibrator. When she came, she was shaking from head to toe. I began to move the dildo back and forth, causing her to moan continuously. When it moved with ease, I decided it was time for me to make an entrance. I pulled it out and moved up her body. “Now you’ll get me, baby.”

  Her eyes flew open and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around me. “Good. I’m ready.”

  I pushed my hard cock to the edge of her vagina and it wasn’t easy. I had to thrust hard for it to go inside. and when it did, her eyes glistened with tears. “It hurts, I know. I’m sorry …”

  She shook her head. “No, it’s not that. It does hurt a little, but it’s just so, so, so …” She began to sob, and I pulled what little bit of my dick I had gotten in, out of her.

  “Baby, did it hurt that badly?” I ran my hand through her hair as she shook her head.

  “Please don’t stop. It’s not that it hurts, physically. It’s more mental than anything else. It’s just that I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. It’s a little overwhelming.”

  My heart pounded and I thrust back into her, halfway in. I felt so horrible for her. How awful to never have felt connected to anyone your whole life. I pushed all the way in and her cries grew less and less as I moved back and forth inside of her, murmuring in her ear all the while, “I’m with you, Blyss.”

  The cries stopped and she moved with me, then she whispered, “Thank you, Troy. Thank you.”

  I kissed her. I wanted her to know that there was no need to thank me. I was getting as much as she was out of it all. Her canal squeezed me like none other ever had. Her legs wrapped around me and she moved with me like we’d done that a thousand times. It wasn’t like any other sexual experience I’d ever had. There was heat, tenderness, and something else that filled me as I took her innocence away from her, replacing it with sexual knowledge.

  Caressing her cheeks that were red and wet from tears, I kissed them as I continued to move in and out of her. She was panting and glowing. I’d never seen anyone look so beautiful. My heart was swelling as we made love, a thing I’d never done before. I’d had tons of sex, but I’d never found it so beautiful. Her hands took my wrists as she looked at me. “I can’t wait to feel you cum inside of me.”

  Her words sent me into beast mode and I pounded her virgin cunt with a fierceness that took her breath away. Her breasts rose and fell with each hard breath she took. And when I felt it climbing up in me, I went harder and faster until I spilled myself into her. I didn’t stop moving—I went slower, but I didn’t stop. “I’d have gotten you pregnant just now if you weren’t on birth control, baby. I’ve never ejaculated that deep before in my life.”

  “Good thing I’m covered, then,” she said as she gasped for air. “That was unbelievable. I never imagined it being that good. My God what I’ve been missing. I’m never going to stop doing this. Never!”

  I kissed her to shut her up. What she was saying was bothering me. The fact that she felt it was good she was on birth control and what we did wouldn’t result in a baby was aggravating me for some reason. And when she said she was going to never stop having sex, well it only served to bring to mind her being with other men.

  It all just pissed me off, and I kissed her hard, demanding she give all of herself to me and only me. I wanted her to tell me she’d have my baby if I wanted her to. I wanted her to tell me she’d never let another man have what was mine. My cock went hard again as I kept moving it. When I let her mouth go, she was looking at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t know it was possible for you to get back to that state so quickly, Troy.”

  “It is. And this time, I want you to scream my name when you cum with me. Don’t leave me hanging, Sub. I want all of you. Every fucking bit of you.” I knew I was going beast on her. It wasn’t something I’d planned. It just emerged, and she looked frightened. That was okay. She needed to be afraid. She needed to know I was the only one who got to touch her. I was the only one who could feel her that way.

  Only me!

  Blyss

  The way Troy’s eyes had changed to dark brown was a little scary to me. He seemed like another man, one who just might be possessed by a demon or something. He looked at me as he fucked me with hard thrusts. He grabbed one of my legs and pulled it back, so my heel was next to my ear, and went harder and deeper. I could feel it all, every last inch of his cock, as he plunged it into me.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked me between clenched teeth.

  “You,” I said quickly, as I knew better than to try to make conversation with him at that moment.

  He made a swirling motion, and I moaned with how good it felt and gripped his biceps. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I moaned as I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations that were traveling all through my body. “You fuck so well.”

  The growl he made sounded so much like a wolf that my eyes flew open and I looked at all four walls of the small tent for its shadow. When I found only him staring at me, I should’ve been relieved, but I was anything but that.

  “Only I get to make love to you, Blyss. Only me. Do you understand me?”

  The words—make love—weren’t what I thought we would be doing, ever. But I wasn’t about to get into that with him. “I understand.” I did understand in a way. He meant that, while we had the contract, I wasn’t to have sex with anyone else. I knew that already; he didn’t have to be so worried about it that he’d say such a thing right in the middle of things.

  I was shocked when he pulled out of me and picked me up by the waist, tossing me onto my belly, then grabbing my waist again and slamming back into me from behind. I found the sensations even better that way and screamed, “Yes!”

  He pounded my ass and slapped it a few times, making me shriek more yeses at him. I had no idea sex could feel so al
l-encompassing. It was like only he and I were in the world. Nothing and no one else mattered—only us and what we were doing on that night in the middle of the Oregon forest.

  His nails dug into my sides as he held me tighter. “I’m about to come.” He reached around me with one hand and manipulated my clit until I was having an orgasm, then he jerked inside of me, filling me with liquid heat once more.

  I was soaked and so was he as we fell in a heap on the pallet he’d made for us. The blow-up mattress was for later, he’d said. We’d need the room to move around. I had no idea what he was talking about in that moment.

  Then, I got it!

  After he had caught his breath, which was way before I did, he turned over and stroked my stomach. The darkness in his eyes was all but gone. The green had returned and so had his smile. “Did you like that?” I nodded and he kissed me on my forehead. “Me too.”

  “Good,” I managed to get out.

  He dropped back to lie at my side. “I got a little more intense than I’ve ever gotten before. Funny, huh?”

  “You haven’t always done it that way with all the other girls?” I asked as I finally got my wind back and turned my head to look at him.

  He looked at me too. “First, I don’t want to talk about any other sex I had with anyone else.”

  “Okay.” I bit my lip, as I felt like I’d hit a soft spot with him and found that weird.

  He was a Dom—a man with a lot of sexual experience—and I thought it would be a man like him who’d be honest with me about sex. I guess I had been wrong.

  “This is about you and I, Blyss. And I’ve never felt the way I just felt. Can I be honest with you?” He rolled over and rested his head on his hand as he looked down at me.

  “You can be honest with me,” I said the words, but the truth was, he wasn’t acting the way I thought he would and it was a little unnerving.

  “There was something you said while we were making love.”

  There were those words again!

  “What was that, Troy?”

  “You said you never wanted to stop having sex. And it pissed me off.”

  “Um, do you know why it pissed you off?”

  He ran his hand over my cheek, kissed my lips softly, then whispered, “Because it made me think of you having sex with other men.”

  “I think it’s completely natural that you don’t want to think about that.”

  His eyes darted back and forth. “Do you think it’s perfectly natural for me to have thought about you and I having a baby?”

  I nearly laughed, but the look on his face made me hold it in. “That’s probably not natural. Have you wanted to have a baby with anyone else?”

  He shook his head. “The thought has never entered my mind. Not until just now with you. You’re the psychologist. Why do you think that is?”

  “I’m not one yet,” I reminded him. “And I think we’ll have to get to know one another a lot better before I have an idea of why you’d want that. My first thought is that I’m a person without any connections in this world and you’re picking up on that. You might be overly empathetic and want to connect more with me than you did with others, only because you feel that’s what I need.”

  “Hmm.” He laid back and closed his eyes as if he was thinking.

  But he wasn’t thinking. He was falling asleep. I suppose the whole sex thing had worn him out. It had worn me out, too, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep right alongside him. When the sun woke us up the next morning, I found him wrapped around me from behind. His cock was erect again and he was snoring. Dead asleep and he was all ready to go again.

  I grinned as I watched the sun get higher into the sky as he held me. It was a pleasant way to wake up, I decided. A stiffy in the middle of my back wasn’t something I ever thought would be endearing to wake up to, but I was wrong. It was quite endearing.

  When his warm lips pressed against the back of my neck, I ran my hand over his as he moved one of them up to cup a breast. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. “I think I want a tit for breakfast.” The smell of sex mixed with fresh air was a little erotic to me. I giggled as he turned me over and I saw his sleepy eyes looking at me. “Hi.”

  He kissed my forehead. “Hi. Mind if I break off a chunk of that hot ass before we get up?”

  “I am yours. Break off anything you want.”

  The look on his face was priceless. Lust took him over and I was kissed all over before he very gently took me again. There was a lot of stiffness and a bit of pain, but the way he handled me took all that away with ease. Later, we bathed in the lake, washing each other’s hair, and I felt as if we were a couple who’d been lost on a tropical island in the middle of the ocean. It was only he and I, and we were happy with that.

  For the next three weeks, we didn’t fuck one time. He made love to me, though. So many times, I lost count. We did it under trees, in the lake, in our tent, and even once on the hood of the Jeep. I could see it settling in his eyes and his body. He was falling for me.

  I wish I could’ve felt the same way. Instead, I was feeling very little other than love for the amazing way he made me feel. Every touch sent sparks through me. When he put his cock into me, it was like I’d been hooked up to a battery charger. He made every time something I’d never forget. But I wasn’t falling in love, and it seemed he was.

  There was more wrong with me than I’d ever realized. I had a sexy man who looked at me with loving eyes and treated my body like it was a gift to him. He spoke kindly to me, while also chilling me to the bone with confessions of feeling more when we connected than he had with anyone else. But I was more than a little broken. I had genes and DNA running through me that no one knew about or understood completely. With no family history, I had no idea of what might pop up in me.

  That was the reason I stayed so closed off. I even did that to myself, afraid to love the woman I had no idea about. Could there be mental illness in my gene pool that might crop up one day and destroy my brain, take over my body, and send my soul so deep inside of me that no one could ever bring it out again?

  I had to protect myself from what might happen to me one day, and Troy was supposed to be a man for the summer and nothing more than that. I didn’t want to turn into my usual self with him. Not at this time. I wanted to explore things I’d never allowed myself to before. I never thought I’d hook any man, much less a Dom.

  We sat by the fire one night, roasting marshmallows and sharing them with each other. He ate mine off my stick, and I ate his. It was all very sweet. The night sky was filled with so many stars, it boggled my mind. I rested my head on his shoulder as we laid on the ground, looking up.

  “I’ve never seen so many stars. It’s beautiful out here.”

  He sighed and turned his head to look at me. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life as the woman lying here with me. Do you believe that love can happen so quickly?”

  “This is lust, Troy. Let’s not get it confused with anything more than that.”

  He sat up, looking at me with a frown. “I’m not going to let you do that, Blyss. I know what lust is. Hell, that’s all I’ve ever felt.” He touched his chest then mine. “What we have isn’t lust, baby. This is much more than that. I know you’re an innocent young woman, but this is bigger than either of us ever planned.”

  I sat up too, ready to say something I’d been holding in. “While we’re talking, instead of fucking, like we’re usually doing …”

  “Don’t call it that. I hate when you do that.” He gave me a stern look as he shook his head.

  “Okay, I won’t. Anyway, I wanted to learn about BDSM with a real Dom. And I have myself a real Dom with lots of experience, and I haven’t gotten more than a few spankings, at my asking. When will the BDSM stuff come into play? When are we going to leave the woods, go to the club, and get down to business?”

  “You want me to take you away from this Nirvana we’ve managed to find, go back to the club, and teach you all about that life?”
he asked me, as if I hadn’t been crystal clear about it.

  “Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to rule me, take me over, and make me over.”

  “You’ve been made over, Blyss. I haven’t said the words because I can see your fear at times when we’re making love. But I’m going to say them now. I love you, Blyss Danner. I do. And I don’t want to rule you. You have been made over, only you can’t see it for some reason.”

  “I want more. I signed up for more. Teach me about being a Sub. That was what you were supposed to be doing with me.”

  His eyes narrowed as he snarled, “I tell you that I love you and you don’t have anything to say to that? Not even a thank you, which would be terrible, but better than nothing at all?”

  “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and tell you something I don’t feel?”

  “You do feel it. At times, it’s in your eyes and your body conveys it to me. Admit it. It’ll make you feel better. And if you want to do a little BDSM stuff, I’ll go along with that. But I won’t do it until you face your feelings for me. Because honesty is the number one thing about BDSM. Without honesty, people can get hurt.”

  “If I want to get to know what that’s like, I have to tell you that I love you?” I got up and walked toward the water to wet my feet, as I was growing hot from the way we were talking. It was too much like an argument and I’d never gotten into one of those before.

  His hands suddenly gripped my shoulders. “Don’t walk away from me just because you’re trying to get away from a conversation you feel uncomfortable with. I don’t want you to tell me that you love me unless you feel it in your heart. So, do you feel it?”

  “I do feel uncomfortable with this conversation. I feel as if we’re arguing.”

  “Because we are,” he said, then let me go. “Blyss, have you never had an argument with anyone before?” I shook my head, and he turned around and went back to sit by the fire. “You’re not ready for what BDSM is. You most likely never will be. If you’re uncomfortable with this, then you’ll hate what the other is. Degradation, humiliation, and insecurity are far worse than a tiny argument about being in love. And the fact is, I love you too much to put you through something that might shatter your delicate psyche.”