He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips, putting her ass on display along with the wet lips she still wasn’t certain of. Trying to get her arms underneath her proved fruitless as he yanked them behind her and then wound something around her wrists.
“What are you doing?”
“Binding your wrists with your ripped panties.”
“Ohh… No I mean, what?”
“And as for punishments you earned one when you came the first time and I told you not to move your hands. You most definitely moved them since you were pinching those tasty nipples when you came on my mouth.”
“Mmm…” she moaned as he ran fingers through the lips of her sex and his stiff digits definitely came away wet.
He slid one into her pussy, massaging her g-spot again.
Or was that two? She would have asked him but her mouth had suddenly gone dry.
“Lick them clean.” Pulling them from her pussy, she opened her mouth to ask what he meant. Before she could utter more than another moan his fingers, two of them, slid into her mouth against her tongue. The musky flavor of her pussy filled her nostrils as well as set off a barrage of heavy heartbeats as he made her lick her pussy juice from his fingers.
“Two punishments so I’m going to combine them tonight.”
“How?” How? What? She should have been yelling and screaming for him to let her go. Surely she wasn’t entertaining the notion of just letting him punish her for those things. Or anything. Yeah. Totally. That’s what she meant.
No warning preceded his hand connecting with the cheek of her ass. No notice. No portent of what was to come.
His hand collided with the other cheek.
Heat flared beneath her skin and she huffed out a soft breath as she closed her eyes.
It was too much. Or not enough. Or something that hadn’t even been given a name it was so delicious.
“I knew your ass would look absolutely incredible wearing my handprint.”
“Your handprint? Really?”
“Hell yes.” He smacked her again and again. “Too bad it’s going to be too red here in a second to see my individual finger marks.” He hit her ass again. “Or the outline of my palm.” Another swat, this one high on her thigh right where her ass met her leg.
A guttural moan split the silence that stretched between them after his last hit.
And it came from her.
“Do you like the feel of my hand on your ass?”
Natalie arched on the bed as he blew across her heated flesh, which stole her ability to answer.
Her mind wouldn’t even work anymore. Everything just paused.
Fingers speared through her pussy, sliding in deep, and Campbell’s satisfied male chuckle made her shiver. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Your pussy is sucking me in, begging for my cock. How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?”
“So. Bad,” Natalie panted. Her body jerked, trying to get closer to him. Her thighs shook as she strained to try to close them. If she could get them a little farther she could rub them together. She needed more than his palm holding her clit. More. She needed him inside her. “Please fuck me. Please.”
“Hell, yes.” He pulled his fingers free and slid one of them in her ass. There was no pause or build up. Nothing. He just pushed forward, moving past her tight ring of muscle and then he curled it down toward her pussy.
Shaking her head, she tried to process what he was doing to her. What he was asking of her. But she couldn’t find a course of action to lead her to an outcome that didn’t have her turning into a puddle.
Gritting her teeth, she shook her head again. “Please, Campbell, please fuck me. I need you.”
“Oh, fuck. Condoms, Natalie. Tell me you have condoms. Tell me you have them.” His frantic voice pulled her enough toward the surface she could get a few brain cells to collide into one thought. One answer.
“Yes. Bathroom. Right drawer. On the bottom.”
Pulling his fingers free, he didn’t leave her any semblance of separation, no barrier in place for her to hide behind as he decimated the walls she’d spent years erecting.
He left her with nothing as he leaned forward and licked her from her clit to her asshole. Not a swipe. Not a quick taste. No. He savored every piece of her.
And when she tried to kick because what he did to her was too much to handle, he grabbed each of her ankles beside his legs and held them down with his large hands. Then he tasted her clit, nipping it with his teeth, moving up to her pussy as he licked and tasted her as if she were a fine wine. Then her ass.
He tongued her deliciously sensitive, clenching asshole, shoving his tongue inside her tight ring as far as he could. Again and again he fucked her ass with his tongue until she was a writhing, begging vessel in need of what he alone could provide her.
He grabbed a handful of her hair as he leaned over her body. “Don’t you dare come while I’m gone. Understand?”
She nibbled her bottom lip and nodded as much as she could with the small amount of motor control she had left.
“Bottom right-hand drawer. Be right back.” He put her head back down and tears stung her eyes.
He didn’t just let go and let her face plant into the bed. Carefully, he made sure she was okay before he walked to the bathroom. Talk about the biggest bag of dichotomies she’d ever witnessed firsthand.
He rummaged in the bathroom for a few seconds and then, “hell yeah’d.” It sounded as if several things fell over on the counter and Natalie opened and closed her fists, willing him to hurry.
“They aren’t the right size,” he growled.
Panic dropped her stomach as he tore one of the wrappers open.
“I’m not risking coming inside you, even with the condom on in case it rips.” He climbed back on the bed as he kept talking. “I’d love to fuck you for hours. Hours, Natalie. But I’m about to come in my hand just trying to get the rubber on. This is probably going to be fast and furious.” He bent over and bit her ass hard enough to make her squeak. “But don’t worry, I won’t leave you behind.”
With one thrust he slammed inside, filling her to the point of the most delicious pain she’d ever experienced.
“Fuck,” they cursed together.
A second, maybe two, that was all the time he gave her to assimilate the feel of him stretching her completely around his cock. Then he pulled back out, taking her again—and again—and again.
His fist in her hair, drawing her back, tilted her pelvis at such an angle he hit her g-spot on every thrust.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
Fucking her hard, deep, he let go of her hair and leaned forward, surrounding her with more than just his body. “Say my name when you come on my cock. Mine.”
Mine?
Natalie’s brain kicked out a Yes Sir. She mouthed the words but thankfully her throat was too dry to give the words any voice.
But they took hold, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around his invading rod. He shoved a hand beneath her and slid his fingers around the tight bud of her clit as she came.
“Campbell,” she breathed over and over as her body convulsed beneath him.
He moved her legs together and fucked her so deep she bit the comforter to keep from screaming.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Natalie.” No more than three thrusts later he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and latched on to her ass with one of his hands. “Fucckkkk,” he groaned as the first stripe of cum hit her skin.
The first splash landed across her asshole and her back. The second and third covered her pussy, and more on her clit. Again on her puckered hole and her ass seemed determined to take some of it inside as she spasmed through another mini orgasm.
She came with him. Not because he was fucking her or eating her out but because he gave her his cum.
“Huhh, huhh, huh,” she huffed
through it as he squeezed her ass in time with the last few jerks of his hand around his cock.
Her eyes finally closed as the warmth of his hand rubbed across her ass. He untied her panties from her wrists and they fell lifeless to her sides.
Not a muscle, not even one could she move except to try to moisten her parched throat. Her mouth had gone dry from moaning for him as she came. Again. Which she normally didn’t do at all except if it was by her own hand.
A tongue laved a couple inches of her shoulder, followed by a kiss close to her neck. “Be right back.” Campbell rolled over and not with just a little bit of satisfaction Natalie noticed he had a hard time walking.
She wanted to tell him to be careful. And she wanted to say how incredible a lover he was and that he blew her mind, but she couldn’t speak.
A giggle slipped free, and she finally convinced her arms to move so she could tuck them beneath her.
Campbell came back with a wet washrag.
“I’m not gonna lie. I hate the idea of cleaning my cum off you, so you owe me one for not rubbing it in and making you sleep with it.”
The warm cloth touched her flesh, making her hum with pleasure. “Wouldn’t mind,” Natalie whispered.
He paused and then made quick work of cleaning her up, tossed the washrag back in the bathroom and then pulled the pillow out from underneath her.
The fates must have been watching out for her, because her head hit a pillow when she collapsed onto the bed fully. She wasn’t certain she faced the right way, but whatever. She’d sort things out in the morning or next week since it might take her that long to move.
Campbell climbed in beside her and pulled her into him. “Did I hear you right? Did you say you wouldn’t mind sleeping with my cum all over you?” His cock jerked against her ass and she sighed.
“I plead the fifth.” She smiled. There was nothing she could do to stop it or hide it or make it go away.
“The fifth.” He shook his head, kissing her hair, and pulled her closer against him. Relaxing beside her, he seemed to breathe her in. “Good night, Natalie.”
“Night, night,” she whispered already sliding down the slippery slope of sleep.
His being there should have freaked her out. All sorts of warning bells should have been going off in her head with all the reasons why what they’d done and were doing was wrong.
Instead she held his hand and kissed his knuckles.
Him with her, it felt right, and he’d sated her so completely she didn’t have the strength to fight it.
Chapter Ten
Campbell
The morning after.
Talk about a new phrase for Campbell.
He’d always associated it with a trip to the emergency room because if he was still with some chick the morning after something horrible had gone wrong. So at—he looked at the clock on the microwave—nine a.m., he more than likely needed emergency surgery to help put the arm back on he’d gnawed off to get away.
But he didn’t need an ambulance to rush him to the hospital.
He stepped over to the fridge and grabbed the pancake batter he’d made a few minutes before. Waffling back and forth between raging hard-on and skittish was new for him.
Skittish because he should be racing out the door. But he wasn’t heading for the hills. He wasn’t even trying to get away. Not even a little bit.
Yip.
Yip yip.
The wonder twins at his feet made it known quite early they needed to hit the head. They’d woken him at the ass crack of dawn to go out.
Natalie?
She’d slept through the whole ordeal.
Her being a crazy sound sleeper didn’t ring true to him since he’d overheard her telling one of the girls at the clinic she woke at anything. Which only meant she’d been completely exhausted to miss all the commotion.
He’d stumbled out of bed, snagged clothes, nearly cracked his toe sideways on the post of the bed. Found a pair of leashes by the door and led the dogs outside. It hadn’t taken them long, thank fuck, ’cause it was cold and he had a hot woman back in bed waiting for him—
That’s when it had occurred to him something was way different with him. Or Natalie or them together or some whacked-out combination of the cosmos or some shit because he decided not to leave.
With the perfect opportunity to slip away, he didn’t.
It would have made him a dick if he had. He could live with that.
Totally irresponsible at his job didn’t do it for him at all, even though he’d told himself again and again it was for the best because he hadn’t wanted to take her as a client to start with.
But he hadn’t left. Didn’t for a second think of some dumb reason he had to get some space. Nope. None of the stuff he would have done in that situation. So he’d gathered the tiny terrors up and let them slobber all over his face as he carried them back inside.
In he went, expecting the panic to set in at any moment that he was trapped.
Setting the dogs down inside the front door, he’d locked it and headed toward the back. Each step closer to the bedroom had been torture but in he stepped through the open door.
And there she lay, still asleep, curled into a ball against the pillow he’d slept on. All night long.
So he did something he’d never done before.
Not ever.
A completely unprecedented action.
Kicking his shoes off, he removed his clothes, left them in a heap, and climbed back in bed.
Back.
In.
Bed.
The morning after.
Yip. Yip yip yip.
He smiled down at the dogs as the memory of Natalie’s warm body sliding against him filled his head one more time. They sat next to him, all four ears up, tails going a mile a minute. Little tongues out, begging. “You’re both going to get me in trouble if Natalie comes out and sees me feeding you.”
“Feeding them what?”
He dropped two tiny pieces of bacon he’d finished frying a few minutes before, and the dogs were on it like piranhas. “Nothing.”
“You’d better not turn my dog into a food scrap beggar.”
“I wouldn’t do such a thing.” He drew a fake halo around his head and stared at her across the kitchen.
She’d grabbed his t-shirt and put it on, which totally did it for him.
There he stood in his boxers as she approached, trying to get to the coffeemaker, which he’d already helped himself to along with the fixings for a proper Southern breakfast. Shooting an arm out to the side, he grabbed onto the back counter, halting her progress.
“I need coffee.” She rubbed her eyes, making her look young and adorable. And fuckable.
“Should I apologize for touching you?”
Letting her arms drop to her sides, she tilted her head and stared at him as if he’d just called her Gandhi. “Not if you want to keep your balls.”
He smirked and grabbed her as she tried to push past him to get to the caffeine IV. Planting a very possessive kiss on her, he tried not to read too much into the impulse. Because he liked it and her lips were fucking amazing.
Then he kissed her again.
After a few minutes he finally came up for air and she looked a bit dazed.
Hell yeah.
“Wasn’t it a one-shot deal last night? Never to be repeated or spoken about unless we were in a veil of darkness or we were both in a bar in our eighties?” Her eyes were closed, and Campbell got the distinct impression she was luxuriating in the way he touched her.
Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her nose. “Supposedly.”
She blinked several times and then seemed startled when she opened them fully and he was so close. He kissed her again and she just sort of stood there. “What does that mea
n?”
“No clue.” Yeah, if she expected him to have answers for her, he was plumb out. “You threw me a ginormous curveball last night when you were asleep, and I honestly have no clue how to process it.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’m pretty sure I didn’t attack you last night. Think I would have remembered that.” She eyed his crotch, which he totally dug.
“I slept with you.”
“Duh.”
“No I mean I slept with you. I actually fell asleep in your bed, with you, and the dogs and…”
“Slept.”
“Yes. Exactly. Do you see my point here?”
“Not even a microscopic piece of it.”
“I can’t sleep with other people.”
She looked below his waist again and smirked. “Pretty sure you’re calling yourself a liar even at this very moment.”
His dick throbbed beneath her needy stare so he covered his boxers and huffed. Huffed? What the hell was wrong with him? “Up here, cupcake.” Motioning toward his face, he figured he was going to have to hand over his man card at any moment. “Focus.”
“Trying. But, uh, you were pretty freaking amazing last night and I’m on some uneven ground at the moment trying to find my footing.”
Not focusing on getting in her pants, which she wasn’t wearing, was exactly what he needed her to listen to. “You were spooned in front of me all night long, and I didn’t try to fuck you.”
She opened her mouth but he cut her off.
“After the first time. I didn’t try to fuck you after the first time.”
“And this is unique?” Trying to be serious shouldn’t have looked so damn cute on her.
Cute?
Man card. Danger.
He gave her one more kiss on the lips, because apparently he couldn’t help himself and finally stepped out of her way so she could get some coffee.
That he’d made.
In the cup he’d set out for her.
With the spoon he’d used earlier to stir the creamer into his coffee. ’Cause that turned him on. Her using the same spoon.
And they liked the same creamer.
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