The Ranger and the Runaway

by Loki Renard

  “You didn’t want to open your mouth,” he said with a wicked grin. “Don’t you dare!” Yet another order came when she tried to wipe her face off. “You leave that,” he said. “Maybe having your face covered in my cum will teach you the lesson having your bottom spanked didn’t.”

  “Travis!” She repeated his name, this time in more of a whine.

  “Put your clothes back on,” he said. “I’m taking you back to town.”

  He made her walk all the way back through the woods with his cum drying on her face. Every humiliating step made Sandy’s blood rise. She was still wet between her thighs where he had taken her and fucked her harder than anyone had ever done before. Her pussy ached, but was still somehow wet for him. That was the worst thing about it, even though she could scent his seed with every single step she took, even though her butt was burning and her face was damn near atomic red under the spattered remnants of his orgasm, she was still turned on.

  Soon they came to the edge of the woods, where the trees thinned and the sparse lights of Lamford could be seen in the distance.

  “So,” he said, turning to her. “Are you still interested in me, Sandy?”

  Was she interested in him? She knew she shouldn’t be. She knew she should hate him for how he’d taken her and humbled her, but she couldn’t. She was wet, she was horny, and she wanted more. A lot more.

  “Interested?” She gave a little shrug. “I guess that depends if you’ve got anything to hold my interest with.”

  He let out a dark little chuckle. “That was a challenge, wasn’t it,” he said. “Let me see what else I can do to… interest you.”

  Sandy started to reply, but all she could do was let out a little scream as his leg swept around hers. She half-fell to the ground, guided by his strong arms so she didn’t actually hit the dirt with any real impact. His hands were at her pants again, hauling everything down to leave her well-fucked, well-spanked pussy bare again.

  Was he going to fuck her again? Spank her? She really didn’t know until she felt his fingers slide into her pussy, stirring the mixture of cum and juices. She gasped at the intrusion; her pussy was aching from the pounding he had given her and even the thrusting of his fingers was enough to remind her of just how erotically helpless she was under his powerful frame.

  He flipped her over, face down against the ground and kept sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, slapping her butt with his other hand.

  “Lift your ass up,” he ordered. She obeyed without thinking about it, wanting more. His fingers were sparking a fresh wave of wetness, and her body was prepared for another round of lovemaking. As it turned out, Travis didn’t just have fingering her in mind. He captured the mixture of lubricating juices and slid his fingers from her pussy to the tight little ring of her butthole.

  “What are you doing?”

  Travis popped a finger inside her bottom, answering her question.

  “If you want to be with me, Sandy, your bottom is going to be mine too,” he informed her. “Reach back and hold your cheeks open for me.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” he said, slapping her bottom. “Hold your bottom open.”

  She found herself obeying the order, her face blushing bright red as she took hold of her sore, spanked cheeks and spread them apart, holding herself open so he could slide his fingers in and out of her ass.

  The fingering made her quiver and tremble, her embarrassment adding more excitement to the mix. She’d been fucked and made to wear his ejaculate. Now she was going to take him in her rear. She’d never allowed any man to do that before, but Travis was demanding it and it was her hands holding her cheeks open so he could fuck her tight little hole.

  Sandy let out a muffled squeal as he slid his cock into her anus, stretching her wide. With the scent of his cum splashed across her face, her rear lifted to the man who was fucking her ass, and her cheeks spread by her own hands, she wasn’t sure how she had come to the state she was in. All she knew was that a long, thick cock was stretching her more and more with every inch it sank inside her.

  She’d never known that it was possible to enjoy anal sex. Her clit tingled and her pussy clenched with every stroke he took. It was a much tighter fit in her ass; every stroke was slower, more considered. He withdrew his cock, then sank in again, starting a slow fucking motion that made her moan. How must she look, a girl bent over at the edge of the woods, her face down, her ass up, being fucked by a man she’d not even known twenty-four hours ago.

  With a primal growl, Travis slammed inside her one last time and came in her ass, leaving his seed deep in her bottom. She felt a little of it trickling out between her cheeks as he slapped her ass, pulled her up to her feet, and drew her into a tender embrace.

  Completely stunned by what had happened, Sandy wasn’t sure what to think. She realized that she wasn’t really thinking. She was just feeling. And those feelings were completely overwhelming. The stranger who had saved her had just become the most wildly demanding lover she could have imagined—and to her shock, she had loved every minute of it. She leaned into his body, drew in a deep breath, and tried to drink him in.

  Standing on the edge of that wild space, he took a handkerchief out of one of his pockets and gently wiped her face free of the cum that she had almost forgotten was there in the rough excitement of his lovemaking.

  “Tell me you have somewhere safe to stay in town,” he said. “I don’t want you going back to that dive.”

  “Uh… um, yeah I have a nice place to stay. Mrs. Brown’s house. She’s my friend’s mom. She’s nice.”

  “Good,” Travis nodded. He looked down at her as if he wanted to say something else, but he held back.

  “Go on now, Sandy,” he said. “Go be safe. And don’t let me catch you anywhere near here, you understand?”

  “But… what if…” She couldn’t quite formulate the question. She hoped what had happened between them wouldn’t be a one-time thing, but she didn’t want to ask. “What if… how will we…”

  “I’ll come see you where you’re staying,” he promised, catching her question without her having to say it. It wasn’t a one-night stand. He wanted to see her again. Travis gave her a light little swat over her jean-clad butt. “Go home, Sandy. And be safe. I mean it. If I hear of you getting into trouble again, you’ll be going back over my knee.”

  Chapter Four

  Sandy got back to Kurt’s mom’s place before the sun rose and before anyone noticed that she was missing. She couldn’t get the smile off her face the whole day, in spite of being tired as heck.

  Mrs. Brown had decided she should fill out all kinds of applications for all kind of jobs to ‘get on her feet.’ Sandy didn’t relish the idea of having to work some minimum wage job, but she figured having money would be better than not having money.

  “You can work on your GED in the evenings, if you work during the day, or in the day if you work in the evenings,” Mrs. Brown said. “Before you know it, you’ll be able to go off to college.”

  It seemed like a very long road to Sandy. She’d gotten good grades at school until her parents passed away and her grandparents had taken her up to the mountains where there wasn’t much in the way of book learning available.

  Sitting at the kitchen table, all she could think of was Travis’ rough kiss, his strong hands making her body bend to his will.

  “Focus, Sandy,” Mrs. Brown said, putting a big mug of hot chocolate in front of her. “Who is he then?”

  “Huh? Who is who?”

  “I’ve raised three daughters. I know that look,” she said, sitting down in a creaking kitchen chair. “You have a boyfriend here in town?”

  “I don’t have a boyfriend,” Sandy said. It was true. Travis wasn’t a boyfriend. She didn’t know what he was—a lover, maybe.

  “There’s someone you wish was a boyfriend though, hmm?”

  “Maybe,” Sandy admitted, turning her attention back to the application forms to try to change the
subject. “So do I want to make fries, sell sandwiches, or pump gas?”

  “What’s he like?”

  “He’s… he’s brave, and he’s strong, and he’s smart…”

  “Is he nice?”

  “Nice?” Sandy grinned to herself. “Well… he can be very nice.” Truth be told, she didn’t really think of Travis as nice. He was intense, that’s what he was.

  “Ah,” Mrs. Brown nodded. “You have your eye on a bad boy.”

  “A bad boy,” Sandy laughed. “He’s not a bad boy. He’s a man.”

  “An older man?” Mrs. Brown’s brows creased a little. “I hope you’re not running around with someone twice your age, Sandy. That’s never a good idea.”

  “I don’t think he’s twice my age,” Sandy mused. “I think I fall into the ‘half his age plus seven’ rule.” She scribbled a few digits down on paper in front of her and tilted her head at them. “Almost, anyway.”

  “Mm-hmm. Does Kurt know this mystery man?”

  “I don’t know,” Sandy said. “But I know he’s a good guy so you don’t need to worry.”

  “While you’re under my roof, I’ll worry,” Mrs. Brown said firmly. “Now I’m not going to ask this man’s name, because I know you probably won’t tell me right now. You’re in that giddy secret stage, but I want you to get Kurt to run a background check on him.”

  “A background check?” At first it sounded like a silly idea, but then Sandy realized it was actually a pretty good one. She was real curious about Travis. A background check would give her a whole lot of information. If only she knew his last name.

  “Yeah,” she said, a slow smile spreading over her face. “Maybe I’ll do that.”

  Chapter Five

  On patrol for the second night in a row, Travis half-imagined he could see Sandy sneaking around out in the distance among the trees. He could almost see her, blond hair tied up but peeking out under a dark baseball cap, her face lit by the pale moon. He half-thought she really was there, sneaking behind the trees, up over a rock… wait a minute. Travis narrowed his eyes and lifted his night vision goggles.

  “Goddammit, not again.”

  It wasn’t his imagination. It was Sandy. She was back. Travis stood for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. After all he’d put her through, he’d expected her to wake up and realize that he was the sort of man to be avoided at all costs. He’d spent most of the day thinking that he’d never see her again. And yet here she was, dressed in a camouflage sweater and jeans, clearly thinking she was blending in with the forest when in reality she stuck out like a sore thumb.

  She was damn persistent, he gave her that. And he couldn’t completely keep the smile off his face at laying eyes on her. That didn’t mean she wasn’t in more trouble than ever though.

  Once again he circled around behind her. She didn’t even notice him coming up, way too distracted by not being seen from the base. A rookie mistake. She wasn’t even a rookie though; she was just a brat without a decent sense of self-preservation and enough knowledge of the woods to get herself into trouble.

  Travis followed her for a good five minutes, curious as to whether or not she would notice that she was being followed for the second time in two evenings. To his increasing concern, she really didn’t seem to be aware in the slightest. Eventually he could stand it no longer. He reached out through the darkness and grabbed her up by the back of her sweater, hauling her off the ground entirely. He clapped his other hand around her mouth to stop her from squealing. They were too damn close to the base for safety; someone was likely to spot what was going on.

  Sandy panicked immediately, kicking for all she was worth. Her struggles were completely ineffective; she couldn’t protect herself to save her life, literally. Travis at least expected her to land a few good shots. She didn’t. She just flailed and emitted muffled squeals until he’d hauled her far enough away from the base to release her without bringing the whole place down on them.

  He deposited her on her butt on the ground in front of him and watched as she scrabbled around to look at him, relief registering on her face as she realized she hadn’t been abducted by some stranger.

  “What in the heck are you doing out here?” He half-hissed, half-growled the words down at her. “Did I not give you a good enough reason to stay away from here? I told you not to come out here, Sandy.”

  “I had to come. I had to ask you a question.”

  “Did you not understand me?” He glowered down at her. “I told you not twenty-four hours ago to stay away from here and what do you do? As soon as the sun goes down you come running on back. You didn’t listen to a word I said, did you, Sandy?”

  “I listened,” she said with a little pout. “I just… missed you.”

  “I said I’d come see you, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah,” Sandy admitted. “But I wanted to see you sooner than that.”

  Dammit. How was he supposed to punish her for liking him? He had to remind himself that he wasn’t about to smack her behind for liking him, but for disobeying a direct order.

  “You’ve got to learn to be patient, Sandy,” he said. “I can’t have you running around the base whenever you feel like it. It’s damn dangerous, and I told you that.”

  “Yes… but…”

  “The only butt I’m interested in is yours,” Travis frowned. “You don’t seem to think about your safety ever. Let’s see if I can give you a reason to next time.”

  She let out a yelp as he hauled her up and then across his thigh. There was a large rock handy to sit on, perfect for putting a deserving young lady over his lap. Sandy didn’t put up much of a fight; if anything she seemed pleased to be pressed so close to him. She had a cute butt, which he exposed by yanking down the jeans that didn’t fit her all that well. Sandy really did dress like some kind of forest lost boy, but once her butt was bared, her shapely feminine figure became quite evident.

  “Travis, come on, what are you doing?”

  “You know what I’m doing. I’m giving you the spanking you deserve,” he said, swatting her bottom. He should have done it harder, but her backside was distractingly adorable. She had round cheeks, nicely toned from running amok in the woods on her own for months on end. The lightly furred mound of her womanhood drew his eye, a neat little pouch exposed by lightly parted thighs.

  “When I’m done with this, I’m marching you back to town, you’re going back to your friend’s house, and you’re going to stay there where you’re safe.” That said, he started spanking her. His palm damn near covered both her cheeks when it landed. It was a little unfair, he supposed, to be punishing her when he was almost as pleased to see her as she had been to see him—at first.

  She wasn’t pleased anymore though. She soon started cursing at the top of her lungs, throwing out whole chains of swear words that called his parentage, legitimacy, manhood, and sexual proclivities into question. He’d never expected to hear such things outside a barracks, let alone pouring out of a mouth of a sweet little blonde.

  “Cut it out, Sandy, or I’ll gag you.”

  “What am I damn well supposed to do? It hurts!”

  “Unless you want half a dozen soldiers out here whacking your butt, you’ll keep it down. You’re making enough noise to put the whole base on alert.”

  “Then don’t spank me!”

  “Oh, I’m going to spank you, girl,” he growled down at her. “I’ve never met anyone who needed it more. Coming out here into the woods at night, wandering into a restricted area for the second time…” He didn’t bother listing her sins again; he just started spanking her again, his palm landing in crisp swats against her reddening cheeks.

  She managed to quiet down a bit, muffling her squeaks and yowls by biting on the loose fabric of his pants. Eventually she stopped bucking quite so much and started squirming. He couldn’t help but notice a familiar feminine gleam coming from between her pussy lips. She was getting wet again—and he had been hard from the moment he’d bared her bottom.
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br />   What happened next was as inevitable as a flame bursting from a struck match. He wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman before. She was intoxicating, a misbehaved nymph who blossomed with arousal whenever he touched her.

  Before long Travis was no longer spanking her, but stripping her. He removed every inch of clothing from her body and let his mouth travel from her pert breasts to the valley between her thighs where he tasted her desire for him in flowing juices that became increasingly copious as he lapped at her lips.

  She lay back on her scattered clothing, her fingers running through his hair, her quivering thighs spread wide. She was gorgeous in the moonlight, her naked body spread out before him. Travis couldn’t believe that she was really there. She wasn’t supposed to be there, of course, but he already knew that Sandy was the sort of girl who never followed orders or played by any kind of rules. That meant he was going to have to be damn strict with her—just as soon as he finished making her orgasm with the tip of his tongue.

  Sandy gasped and moaned and her hips bucked back and forth in his hands. She pushed back against him, her pussy seeking his lips with ever more desperate motions as she got closer to coming.

  “Sandy, no,” he said, lifting his mouth from her mound. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”

  She let out a little whine of complaint, until he slid two fingers into the tight clenching channel of her pussy. Her cunt wrapped around him eagerly as he curled his fingers up toward the top of her pussy, finding the little nub of her g-spot.

  It wasn’t really fair, given his demand that she not come. When his lips met her clit, he felt a tremor run through her body and her pussy clenched around his fingers hard. She was coming, against orders. A devilish smile crossed his face as he flicked his tongue over her clit, prolonging the pleasure until her moans turned to whimpers.

  “One.”

  “One what? One whoa!” Sandy let out a squeal as Travis returned his mouth to her pussy. This time he was not so gentle. His fingers were still inside her, he added a third and pressed them deeper, then lashed his tongue over the rock-hard bud of her clit.