by Sue Lyndon
“I missed you.” His deep voice rumbled through the now quiet square of Emerald.
“Ever hear of saying goodbye, jackass?” She smacked his chest in a manner as playful as her tone. She couldn’t stay mad at him. The mission had been a success, and he’d returned to her safe and sound.
Rick chuckled and guided her to his house. Their house. She not only considered Emerald her home now, but she had also accepted her place as his wife. She just hadn’t told him as much yet.
They entered the warmth of the living room and he stripped off his jacket. Underneath, a belt rested around his waist, holding a gun and various knives and other gadgets Ally didn’t recognize. He removed the weapon belt and then took his boots off. The glow of the fire bathed him in yellow, accentuating his huge rippling muscles as he undressed further, shrugging out of his pants and removing a second weapon band from around his ankle.
Her heart thrummed faster. He stood before her in an undershirt and a pair of tight undershorts, looking sexy as sin.
“Are you hiding any more weapons?” She grinned. “Perhaps you should take everything else off so we can be sure.”
His eyes darkened, and he closed the space between them in a split second, taking her face in his hands and kissing her hard, leaving her breathless and aching for more of his touch. In the midst of caresses and more hard kisses, he undressed her, yanking her sweater over her head and pushing her jeans down. She kicked her shoes off and enjoyed the deep, possessive growls that rumbled from his throat. Desire shuddered through her in a wave of endless pulsing heat.
“Rick, I-I’m ready. Please. I’m begging you. Take me upstairs.” She undulated her center against his hardness, and she soon found herself swept up in his arms as he ascended the steps to the master bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, then stood up and devoured her with his dark eyes. She was sure her panties had soaked through, she was so beside herself with need. These last five weeks had been the longest fucking foreplay ever. Well, not that she knew a lot about sex, but she’d heard enough snippets of conversations on television and in the Raider camp to form a vague idea.
He shed the rest of his clothing, and she marveled at his broad, muscular chest and the huge, rigid length between his legs. He crawled atop her and cupped her pussy.
“This belongs to me.” He squeezed until she moaned. His gaze darkened further. “You belong to me.”
“Yes, yes,” she panted. How long would he make her wait?
She opened her legs wider, wishing her panties were already gone so he could just sink his hard cock deep in her pussy. She knew enough to understand it might hurt, but only for a moment. The brief pain would be worth it, to feel his hugeness pounding in and out of her. She could only imagine the ecstasy that was to come.
The ripping sound reached her before she realized what Rick was doing. She looked down at her center, gasping as he finished ripping her panties off her. He tossed them to the floor and then cupped her breasts, kneading her aching mounds through her bra for several moments, before he lifted her up and reached around to unhook the clasp and set her bosom free. Her bra joined the shreds of her panties on the floor.
He trailed kisses up and down her neck, and she brushed her hands over his head. Then he moved lower and captured a nipple between his teeth. She groaned as he flicked his tongue against her hardened bit of flesh. Need consumed her. She ached like she’d never ached before, and urgent moans escaped her lips as she tried to reach for his cock, but his teeth clamped down harder on her nipple, preventing her from moving.
“Please, Rick. No more teasing. Take me.”
He pulled back and looked down at her. God, he was handsome. And, despite his seriousness, so fucking sweet and caring. How had she resisted him these past few weeks? How had she managed not to tear his clothes off and beg him to fuck her until now?
She ran her hands over his dark chest hair, touching as low on his stomach as she could reach. When she managed to grab his cock, an animalistic growl emanated from him, and his eyes heated with primal lust. A spasm of fear shot through her, to see him on top of her, so large and intimidating. He could hold her down and fuck her for hours, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Part of her craved that kind of dominance, longed to be held down and fucked. But only by Rick. No other man had roused such naughty thoughts in her before.
She shifted her legs wider apart and lifted her center, grinding against his thigh. His nostrils flared as she tentatively stroked his cock. It pulsed hot in her grip and felt so much harder than she’d first imagined. But he didn’t allow her to stroke him for long.
Moving her arms above her head, he gripped her wrists together in one hand, and with his other hand he probed the wetness between her thighs.
“So fucking wet, Ally. Were you touching yourself before I got home?”
Her eyes widened. “No, sir.”
“I hope not. Because your hot little pussy belongs to me, little girl. If you ever touch yourself without permission, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?”
She nodded as her moisture gushed around his fingers. He moved in and out of her with shallow thrusts, his thick digits filling her but not satisfying her the way she suspected his huge cock would. She craved that long thickness, and she closed her eyes as waves of pleasure built an intense pressure in her womanly core. She was close, so fucking close to coming on his hand.
Without warning, he pulled away from her center and flipped her over, forcing her to rest on her hands and knees. Her heart pounded. Did he plan to fuck her from behind? Arousal trickled down her inner thighs, and her breasts felt heavy and achier as she struggled to hold this position.
“Before I fuck you, Ally, I want a good look at all your private places. I’ve already glimpsed your hot little pussy, now it’s time to see this tight pucker of yours.”
Oh, God. Before she could protest, he’d already splayed her bottom cheeks wide apart. She tried to lurch forward and turn over, but he caught her around the waist, forcing her to remain on her hands and knees. Giving her no choice in the matter.
“Don’t be naughty, Ally. If you’re naughty, I’ll have to spank you.”
“Please,” she said, thrashing around. “You mustn’t look at me there.”
“Why not? Your cute little asshole belongs to me too, Ally. Now be good and hold still while I look upon what’s mine, or I will redden your naughty bottom cheeks before I pound my cock into you.”
When she didn’t comply with his wishes to hold still, he commenced spanking her, as promised. He held her in place and swatted her cheeks, concentrating on the tender spot where her thighs and buttocks met. The fire of his slaps built and built, but so did her need to have him inside her, pounding her hard and claiming her as his wife.
“Please, no more! I-I’ll hold still.” The pain and shame of being punished while completely naked overruled her pride, and when he finally ceased slapping her bottom cheeks, she inhaled a deep breath and forced herself to remain still for his inspection. Embarrassment heated her all over. She was completely at his mercy, his to intimately examine for as long as he damn well pleased.
Once again, he pulled her ass cheeks apart, until she felt her asshole clenching and unclenching involuntarily as he stretched her wider and wider. She couldn’t believe he was looking upon this part of her. Then, to her utter shock, he spread the slickness from her pussy over her pucker and gently pushed a finger inside.
“This hole belongs to me, Ally. In time, I will fuck you here. And when that time comes, you will be a good, obedient wife and take all of my cock in your ass. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Despite her shame, the heat pulsing in her core throbbed more insistently at the idea of being claimed in her most private place.
“Good. Now turn over and spread your legs wide. Be a good little girl and offer me your pussy.”
Finally. She did as he asked, quivering with need and panting so hard she saw dark spots in her vision. As she
fought for her breath, he positioned his hard, thick cock at her wet, throbbing entrance. He again pinioned her wrists above her head, then he met her eyes and surged inside her, pushing past her virginal resistance with one deep, hard thrust.
* * *
Holy fuck. Ally’s pussy was so tight. Rick stilled within her and waited for the grimace of pain to vanish from her face. When she finally wiggled beneath him, prompting him to move inside her, he was only too happy to comply. He withdrew from her and drove deep into her tightness again.
He held her down as he fucked her, and the whimpers and moans that drifted up from her told him she was enjoying herself. Well, that and the increasing wetness of her pussy. She was fucking drenched.
When she met his gaze, her eyes were glazed over and blissful. She undulated against him harder, and he started fucking her faster, driving his cock as deep as possible into her wet heat. Each time he felt his release approaching, he paused within her for several seconds, until the urge was contained and he could continue fucking her and loving her in the thorough way he’d spent the last few weeks imagining.
“Rick, please, I’m close, so close.” The blissful look on her face transformed to an urgent, pleading look that prompted him to release her wrists, grab her hips, and pound her as hard and fast as was humanly possible. The headboard shook violently against the wall with his harsh, rapid movements.
Her legs stiffened and her center lurched against him, and then her pussy contracted around his cock as she found her release. She closed her eyes and cried out, and her pleasure and increased tightness soon pushed him past the point of no return. Sharp tremors raced up his inner thighs and his balls tightened.
He came inside her with a deep growl, not ceasing his pounding of her pussy until the last pulsing remnant of his orgasm faded. Then he slowly withdrew from her and gathered her in his arms.
Tenderness for Ally spread through his chest, making his breaths tight. God, he cared for her, more than he’d imagined he ever would for any wife he took. He was lucky to have found a girl as sweet and responsive, albeit stubborn and prideful at times, as his Ally.
He kissed her forehead, remembering the time he’d held her after their wedding ceremony, when she’d tearfully requested he kiss her forehead again. She melted against him and emitted a peaceful sigh.
“That was…wow.” She pulled away from him slightly and met his eyes. She stroked the side of his face and blinked back moisture. “I’m so glad you came back, Rick. I was so worried.”
He laced his fingers through hers, then kissed the back of her hand. “I’ll always come back to you, my little captive bride.”
She giggled. “Perhaps I should try to run away every now and then, just to keep you on your toes.”
He gave her a mock stern look. “Perhaps I should begin each morning with you across my lap, getting your cute little bottom warmed to remind you to behave.”
A pretty blush stained her cheeks. “I was joking, sir.”
“I wasn’t.” He crooked a finger at her. “Now come here, naughty wife.”
Chapter Eight
One month later…
Ally squirmed under the intense stare Rick had directed at her from across the dining room table. If she didn’t know better, she would think she was in some sort of trouble with her husband. But she couldn’t recall having disobeyed him recently. She took a deep breath and then cleared her throat.
“Is, um, dinner okay?”
He finished chewing a bite of pasta and swallowed. “It’s delicious, Ally. You’re quite the cook.”
She flushed at his compliment, but the unease tightening in her stomach didn’t lessen any. He still had the look. She had glimpsed this particular look several times in their marriage, always before he had disciplined her. A tingle spread across her bottom.
Then she gasped, realization sinking in. She had been so careful this morning in the bathtub as she touched herself, but perhaps he’d heard a moan escape her lips while she’d ridden the wave of an illicit release. Touching herself without permission was very much against Rick’s rules. And she hadn’t asked for permission this morning. She had simply stolen an orgasm in the middle of her bath, thinking he would be none the wiser.
“After you finish cleaning up, little girl, get your butt upstairs. There’s something we need to discuss.” The sternness in his voice made her insides tremble.
Oh, God. She was really going to get it. She swallowed hard, wondering if he would use his hand, or his belt.
Nodding, she stood up to clear the table. “Yes, sir,” she forced out.
Though she wanted to delay her spanking, she didn’t wish to make him impatient and earn herself extra punishment, so she cleaned up as fast as possible. After the dining room and kitchen were spotless, the dishes done and the leftovers put away, she inhaled several deep breaths and mentally steeled herself to face her displeased husband.
She had been naughty, and now she would have to face the consequences. Better to get it over with, she thought as she ascended the stairs.
When she reached their bedroom, he was standing near the bed with his folded over belt dangling from his hand. Her tummy flipped, and she took a step back.
“I heard you this morning, little girl, while you were touching yourself in the bathtub. Were you, or were you not, touching yourself without permission?” He rose an eyebrow at her, obviously impatient for her answer.
For a moment, she considered lying and denying that she’d touched herself. He hadn’t seen her—she would have heard the bathroom door opening. But he’d heard her and had his suspicions. He’d been called to join an impromptu hunting party this morning, and had left the house in a hurry only a few minutes after she finished her bath. She’d gone all day thinking he hadn’t heard her, but dammit, he had probably heard the whole damn thing from start to finish. Her face flamed with embarrassment.
“Answer my question, Ally, or this will go so much worse for you.”
“Yes,” she said in a faint reply. “Yes, sir, I was to-touching myself in the ba-bath this morning. I’m so very sorry, Rick.”
“Not as sorry as you’re about to be, little girl. Tell me, is touching yourself allowed?”
She gulped hard, her throat dry and burning. “Only if I have permission, sir.”
“Only if you have permission,” he said, now pacing the floor. “Tell me, did you have permission to touch your little pussy in the bathtub and bring yourself to a release this morning?”
“No, sir, I did not.”
He ceased pacing and came to stand directly before her, towering over her with one of the most disapproving looks she’d ever seen him wear. “You are my wife, Ally, and your pleasure belongs to me. Your pussy belongs to me. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for going against my rules and touching what’s mine.”
Oh, she was indeed ashamed. And so very, very repentant for her actions. She fidgeted in front of him, wondering how long and hard he would spank her. Would he start off with his hand, then move on to the belt? Or would he start out with the belt? Trepidation raced through her, and her breaths became faster and shorter as her nervousness increased with each passing second.
“Remove your clothes. All of them.” He stepped back, giving her room.
With shaking hands, Ally unfastened her jeans. She pushed them down and stepped out of her pants, then pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. He watched her, the sternness never leaving his face, as she finally removed her bra and panties.
She stood before him, completely naked, with her head bowed as she awaited his next command.
“Get on the bed, on your back, and spread your legs wide.”
Her heart thudding, she obeyed, getting into place on the bed with her legs parted. He sat on the bed close to her, his gaze on her spread center. He cupped her pussy and waited until she met his hard gaze. Despite her impending punishment, tension gathered and pulsed hot in her core, her womanhood throbbing with desire. A flush stole ov
er her, and she hoped he didn’t notice her becoming wet in this moment.
“For being a very naughty girl and touching yourself without permission, Ally, I am going to spank your pussy lips. Then, you’ll take ten strokes of my belt across your bottom. If you fight me, little girl, those ten strokes can easily turn into twenty. As the final part of your punishment, you will accept my cock into your ass.”
Her breath caught. She couldn’t believe he would spank her pussy, let alone shove his cock into her ass as part of her chastisement. He had only fucked her bottom hole a handful of times, but it had been during a long session of lovemaking, never as part of a lesson he meant to teach her.
“Please, Rick. I’m so sorry. I’ll never touch myself again without permission. I swear it.” Her lower lip quivered, and she bit it and tried to hold back her tears. She hated that she’d disappointed him, and she wanted his forgiveness more than anything. For him to look upon her with a loving gleam in his eyes and wrap her tight in his arms.
“Ally, you did wrong, and I intend to punish you for it.”
He stroked two fingers through her gathering moisture, showing her that her shameful desire in this moment hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. She flushed hard. His dominance never failed to turn her on, even when he was preparing to punish her.
* * *
Rick raised his hand and brought it down over Ally’s smooth shaven pussy lips. She winced and gasped, but despite the sting kept her legs spread wide for further treatment. He smacked her again, several times in quick succession, turning her intimate folds a deep shade of pink.
“Why are you getting so wet, young lady?” he asked, pausing to splay her flower open and drag her increasing moisture out over the swollen petals of her sex.
“I-I don’t know, sir.” She avoided his gaze and her face reddened.
He’d noticed this before. She always became wet as he spanked her, though he’d never shamed her by bringing it to her attention before.