Mountain Rough

by Kelli Callahan

  “I guess it’s a good thing I decided to take the day off work.” I nodded. “So what happens if I decide to keep working without the permits?”

  “I’m afraid I’ll have to use these.” He turned and tapped his handcuffs. “But that won’t be necessary, right? You understand it’s just my job to enforce the law.”

  “Right.” I nodded with absolute clarity. “I guess I’ll have to get those permits then.”

  “Oh, and Red?” He turned his head towards Mandy’s car. “You don’t have any guests do you? You have to get this place inspected before you can.”

  “No.” I lied eloquently without moving my eyes or my head. “It’s just a friend.”

  “Okay, good.” He exhaled sharply. “By the way, when you do stop by, you might want to just try and avoid Mayor Remington altogether.”

  “Why is that?” I felt concern growing and my face didn’t hide it.

  “Cause there’s a Remington that you probably don’t remember from back in the day, but you know her quite well. I hear you two reconnected yesterday in the supermarket. The Mayor’s real unhappy about that.” He opened his car door.

  “Sharon…” I blinked a couple of times. “Sharon married into the Remington family?”

  “She did. Hell, it wasn’t long after you left.” He slid into his car, closed the door and rolled down the window when the engine was roaring. “You know you could just sell this place, right? I know it ain’t worth much after the incorporation, but there’s no reason for you to bust your balls up here if you don’t want to be in Blue Ridge. The price ain’t going up any, even if you get it back to the way it used to be.”

  “Brandon Remington.” I ignored the rest of what he said. “She married Brandon, didn’t she?”

  “She did.” He put the car in reverse. “They’re real happy, too, so don’t go fucking that up for her. You left her, remember.”

  “I haven’t forgotten.” I nodded and watched as he turned his car around and headed down the mountain.

  Brandon Remington. That stupid fucking, pussy-ass, mama-boy bitch. I turned back towards my cabin and I was raging inside. Sharon could have married anyone in Blue Ridge but him. I wouldn’t have even cared if she married one of the other Remington brothers. I played football with the eldest and he was a beast of a man, even at eighteen. Hell, I would have felt better if she married their old man. Anyone but the conniving little whore-child, Brandon. He was a scrawny runt with an squeaky, annoying voice. He had been up Sharon’s ass since we were in grade school. He always pretended to be her best friend, and when they hugged, he smiled at me knowing that I couldn’t lay a finger on him, because Sharon loved him like a brother. He cock blocked me for years while trying to get with Sharon, but when she finally gave in and agreed to a date, he swore he’d hurt me.

  The little bastard found a way—even after I was long gone from Blue Ridge.

  I WAS BOILING WITH rage when I returned to my cabin, and even the sight of my sweet peach ripe for the taking wasn’t enough to calm me down. Neither was whiskey—at least not at first. I poured gratuitous amounts into my glass and then into my stomach. I had almost forgotten about Mandy when I heard footsteps behind me and she walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes. She still looked beautiful, but I was fuming with an anger that I couldn’t control. She looked at me for a moment and then walked over. She plopped down on the couch and turned in my direction, with her feet folded underneath her ass.

  “Is Mr. Grouchy Pants going to come back out and start spanking me or can I just hang out in here?” She leaned forward and nudged me with a grin on her face.

  “I’m angry right now.” I looked towards her and took a sip of my whiskey. “I would never lay a hand on someone like that when I was angry.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” The smile instantly faded from her beautiful face.

  “What? No.” I shook my head back and forth as I finished my glass. “I need more whiskey.”

  “I’ll get it.” She hopped up, grabbed the bottle from the table, and poured it into my glass. “What’s the problem?”

  “I got some bad news after you went to sleep.” I exhaled sharply.

  “I mean, I know you just met me and all, but I’m a good listener.” She scooted closer and squeezed my hand.

  My story began at the beginning and it started without me even thinking about what I was saying. I told her about Sharon, our high school romance, and the way I left her because of my desire to find a place in the world outside of Blue Ridge. I told her about Brandon and what a snake he was, always tormenting me because he knew I couldn’t snap his neck if I wanted to keep Sharon by my side. I told her about college, feeling like I was dumb as a brick, but still managing to graduate. I told her about my suffocating job at an insurance company. I even told her about my ex-girlfriend, in so much vivid detail that my sweet virgin’s eyes were bulging out of her head when I described the D/s life we had when things were good.

  “Well, I guess I understand how you got so good at all of the things you did to me earlier.” She bit down on her lip and still looked surprised.

  The story was quick from there, because life just kind of paused and repeated itself after I was with my ex. Sometimes she was with me, sometimes she wasn’t, and most of the time I drove her away because she was too submissive. She did things that were incredibly stupid, just to chase the high of my wrath, and when I wouldn’t give it to her, she made me angry. That only pushed me further away. The back and forth continued until we had a blow up that we couldn’t come back from and she chose another man who would give her the awful things she craved—things that were too depraved for me. It was shortly after that when my father passed, and I put my past in front of me to start rebuilding the resort.

  “This is pretty heavy.” She squeezed my hand a little harder. “Keep going, please.”

  That almost made me smile—she’s better at this than she realizes.

  “Mild, mostly. Mistakes were made, I suppose.” I shrugged, took a huge gulp of my whiskey, and finished my story by relaying the conversation I had with Sheriff Thompson.

  “Do you think Sharon married Brandon because she was mad at you for leaving her?” Mandy bit down on her bottom lip as if she was trying to solve a problem in her head.

  “Maybe.” I shrugged again. “I don’t know. He was literally one aisle over from us when we were talking at the supermarket and she never mentioned who she married. If she wanted it to hurt, that would have been the first opportunity, I guess.”

  “Then that means Brandon is the prime suspect.” She narrowed her eyes into a very cute squint.

  “Prime suspect?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Sorry, I’ve watched too much Law & Order. I mean, he got the girl, so I guess in the end, he got everything he wanted. Although, he did threaten to hurt you.” She shrugged and tapped her fingers against the hand she was previously squeezing. “Unless this is all a ploy and the big twist is that he’s actually your long lost brother who has come back to take his birthright—Blue Ridge Resort.”

  “No.” I laughed—I laughed louder than I had in a while. “This place is an obvious dump. His family owns so much land around here that none of them would ever have to work again if they sold half of it. Hell, it might be several generations before a Remington had to get a job.”

  “So that just leaves Sharon, the jaded ex-girlfriend who has come back with a vengeance to make you suffer for your mistakes.” She spoke in a mocking, sinister voice that made me laugh again. “Perhaps, she’s teamed up with your newest ex, and I’m their secret lesbian lover sent to distract you until they can make their final play.”

  “Lesbian, huh? You did take quite a licking.” I flicked my tongue at her.

  “I could put that to good use.” She slid closer. “Or, I could return the favor and take your mind off all of this.”

  “Have you ever done that before?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “No, but I never had anyone do what you did ear
lier.” She slid her hand across my leg. “I’m ready to do something else I’ve never done either.”

  Chapter 9: Mandy

  I made Red laugh. More importantly, I discovered that underneath the rough exterior was a man that did have something resembling a heart. He made his choices. Some them, I understood. Some of them I didn’t. It seemed like had the perfect life in Blue Ridge before he ran towards an uncertain future. It was reckless and I couldn’t see myself ever making that kind of decision. If I had someone that loved me like that, I could never run from them. I’d move heaven and earth to make sure we stayed together. Perhaps it was just the romantic in me that simplified things and viewed the world through rose-colored glasses.

  What is important now is just distracting him for a little bit. Hopefully I can do that, even if I’ve never done this before.

  I had a rough introduction to lust courtesy of Red’s calloused hand. I felt something strange going on inside me, something that was pushing me forward, even when there were moments when I wanted to run away. I didn’t have to go over his knee, but before he was done, I had begged for it. Ten agonizing smacks and as each one landed, all I could think about was the pleasure that was coming when the spanking ended. My thoughts had merged the two together, as if they were forever intertwined. Pleasure and pain. Sacrifice for bliss. It was almost intoxicating.

  Don’t screw this up…

  Red shifted on the couch as I started to unfasten his jeans. I could already see the outline of his cock, getting hard against the tough denim, before I ever got them unzipped. He lifted up so I could slide his jeans, along with his boxers, down to his knees. Watching his dick swell until it was the same size as I saw the night before made my pussy tingle. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel inside me. It looked like it would break me in half if he did the things to me that I saw in the porn video he was watching. I wrapped my hand around his girth, moving along the length as I felt it for the first time. It was thick and when I started to slide my hand at a faster pace, it twitched slightly against my palm.

  Okay, here we go.

  I leaned forward and extended my tongue, rolling it around the swollen glans. I heard an immediate reaction that sounded like a gasp of pleasure. I moved my tongue along the underside, feeling it throb when I moved my tongue down to his balls. I circled them and left a trail of saliva, which made him clench his fists and groan. I wondered if he felt the same eruption of lust when he felt my tongue like I had when I felt his. I moved my tongue back up his shaft and paused when I got to the glans. I circled it several more times as I tested the way it felt against my tongue and the way he reacted. His body moved and his perfect abdominal muscles clenched. He was definitely in ecstasy, and I hoped I could make it even better.

  I’m not even sure my mouth is this big and I know my throat isn’t this deep.

  I opened my mouth and felt the glans against my lips. It definitely wasn’t going in easily, not without some discomfort. I stretched my jaw muscles until it felt like they couldn’t be pushed any further before I finally brought him into my mouth for the first time. The glans was past my lips, but there was a lot more to go. His weight shifted and it cause more of his length to pass across my lips. His groan got even louder and it was followed by a grunt. I licked what I could, massaging him with my tongue while I moved my head in a bobbing motion. Once that part was covered with saliva and easier to maneuver across my lips, I went further down his shaft, sending him deeper into my mouth.

  “Oh yeah, that’s fucking awesome.” He put a hand on my head and grunted.

  If my lips weren’t stretched around his girth, I would have probably smiled. I loved the feeling and the power of having his pleasure at my fingertips. He had done the same to me, torturing my body until I begged. I wasn’t confident enough to make him beg, but I wanted him to squirm a little and show me how bad he wanted me to continue. I kept the few inches I had in my mouth moving against my lips, but didn’t go any deeper. I repeated the motion at least a couple of dozen times before I finally felt him pushing down on the back of my head.

  “More, I want to feel you swallow it all.” He grunted with pleasure as he spoke.

  You will, but not yet.

  I rewarded him by taking a little more across my tongue, but stayed there without letting him go deeper. I turned my head like I had seen the girl in the video do, making my lips twist around his girth as I went up and down his shaft. His muscles tightened even more and there was a quick gasp that rushed out of his throat in a growl. He wanted more and I had every intention of taking every inch deep into my throat so I could feel him erupt the same way I saw the night before when he pleasured himself. I accomplished the first part of my mission at least—he was definitely distracted from whatever turmoil had started to brew in his head. I moved, feeling him throb against my tongue.

  “Damn it, girl, are you trying to make me beg now?” He pushed harder on my head, trying to force his cock deeper.

  Now you get it.

  I was playing a dangerous game with a man that I had felt viciousness from, but I had him where I wanted him. I might pay a price when it was over, but I would relish the opportunity to go over his knee and take it. It was fun to feel him squirm, to know that he wanted something that he couldn’t quite have. It was a good way to keep him occupied and as much as I hated to admit, I was feeling less like a timid young virgin and more like a girl that absolutely loved taking a man down my throat. I felt his cock hit the barrier in the back of my throat and while I had half of his length in my mouth, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t prepared to feel my gag reflex fight back against my desires. I pushed against it several times and every time I did, I felt resistance. I wanted him as deep as he could go, but my inexperience was preventing me from getting there.

  “Fine.” He let out a gasp followed by a throaty-growl. “You’ve earned it—please swallow it all. Please make me cum.”

  He started to groan and I pulled him against the barrier in the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, doing everything in my power to take what I desired. I felt his cock slowly go in and it gagged me, but I fought back against my natural reflexes. I held him there for a moment and started pushing my lips down his shaft. It was working. I was taking him past the barrier, and it really felt good. My whole body was on fire with lust. I kept going until I felt my lips against his balls. He was all the way in, but the challenge wasn’t over. One time wasn’t going to be enough. I was going to have to give his entire cock a workout before I felt the eruption I craved in my throat.

  “Oh god! You’re definitely going to make me cum now.” Another throaty-growl followed his words and I felt his hands push harder on the back of my head.

  I took his cock from the glans to the balls in one swift motion. I repeated the motion over and over, feeling his shaft throb against my tongue while the glans pulsated in my throat. My saliva coated his entire cock and started to leak out the side of my lips. It was sloppy, and as much as I tried to avoid making a mess, there just wasn’t any way to keep the speed and avoid it. His groans got louder, his grunts got more intense, and I knew I was close to feeling the reward that he released while I watched him pleasure his enormous dick. I hoped I could live up to what he saw because I was enjoying every second of my first blowjob.

  “Here it comes—time to swallow every drop!” He drove his glans deep until it was buried in my esophagus.

  All I could do was take it. His vise-like grip on the back of my head was too tight for me to really move. I massaged his shaft with my tongue while I sucked with as much vibration as I could create. His muscles tensed up, his cock throbbed even harder, and then I felt a surge of cum moving through his shaft. I felt the movement against my tongue and then it erupted in my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, feeling the sticky semen flooding into me. It was as powerful, thick, and possibly even had more volume than I saw the night before. It felt like it was going to drown me for a moment, but then I got enough of it down to prepare for the next explo
sion. He grunted while he ejaculated, throwing his body against the couch and keeping his dick deep in my throat. There were several convulsions before he was done, and his arms fell to his side. I pulled my lips up his shaft slowly, tasting his slimy, salty lust on my tongue before reaching the top and siphoning the last few drops from his glans.

  “Well, that definitely took my mind off things.” He leaned back against his couch and nodded. “You did an amazing job. That was probably the best I ever had.”

  “Wow, that’s quite a compliment considering what you told me about your history.” I smiled and traced his muscular leg before snuggling close to him.

  “Sometimes it is more about desire than ability.” He put a hand on my head and kept me against his chest. “If you really want to do something, it shows. There’s a clear difference between desire and wasting your time.”

  “You know, I might be convinced to stay another day if you do what you did for me earlier again.” I traced his leg until my fingers were dancing across his balls. “I’d be glad to return the favor as well.”

  “That’s cute…” He chuckled and squeezed me a little tighter. “You say that like you have a choice. You’re not going anywhere. Not until I have feel that virgin pussy stretched around my cock.”

  I lay against him as his words echoed in my ears. I hoped I hadn’t started something I couldn’t finished. Losing my virginity was a big deal to me, and losing it to a man I wouldn’t even see again once I returned to college was more than a little concerning. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Red—I did like him, even if he was rougher than anyone I had met before. The things he had done to me were different than anything I ever imagined when I pictured myself becoming intimate with a man for the first time. I expected rose petals, sweet Champagne, and possibly a ring on my finger before I felt a man between my thighs. He had taken me to a world of pain I never imagined, and followed it up with pleasure that shattered what I thought was possible. Perhaps I had been saving myself for the right moment—and it was closer than I realized.