by Maree, Kay
“You wanna fly Little Vixen?” he gruffs out.
Resting his forehead against mine and instead of giving in and answering his stupid question I lift my leg snagging the edge of his boxer briefs with the heel of my shoe.
Dragging them down, making him hiss from my heel digging into his ass.
I mewl when his hard length hits my belly.
His hand leaves my breast and I go turn my head when I hear a rustling beside me but he holds me in place sealing his lips with mine.
The hand in my hair loosens its hold.
Running my nails down the back of his neck, I pull his lower body into mine with my leg making him growl and it travels straight through me.
Ripping his mouth from mine, he sits up, my eyes going directly to his cock standing to attention.
I reach out to touch him, but he grips my wrist and pins it above my head.
“Don’t make me tie you up again,” he gruffs out.
I swallow hard, seeing a thin silver chain dangling from his fingers.
Gripping my hand, he holds my pinky finger then applies a silver clamp.
“What--”
“Shhhh.”
The clamp tightens around the tip of my finger.
A gasp comes out as a dull throb starts before a tingling sensation quickly overtakes it.
“Ready?” he asks.
“For what?” I ask breathlessly.
His eyes completely fixated on my finger, a smirk kissing those lips.
“For this.”
Before I have a chance to say anything he pulls on the chain, the clamp comes off and a weird zinging sensation travels down my arm.
“Wow,” I breathe, touching the tip of my finger with the rest of my fingers.
“Did that hurt?” he gruffs out.
Without taking my eyes away from my fingers, I answered him.
“It felt weird at first, but it didn’t hurt.”
“Good,”
That has my eyes snapping back to his, the mischievous look on his face has the hairs on my arms standing on end.
Sliding down the bed he cups my breasts in his warm hands, leaning down he plucks at my right nipple with his teeth before sucking the tight bud into his warm wet mouth again.
My body has its own mind at the moment and pushes up for more as moans fall from my lips. Those crystal blue eyes lock with mine the whole time, biting one last time he quickly pulls back and fastens the clamp around my nipple.
“Oh shit,” I suck in a breath feeling the bite, but it’s quickly replaced when his mouth hits my other breast and begins the same torture against that nipple.
This time, my body tightens, shudders rake through me as he gives a little tug to the chain already attached to my right nipple.
“Holly friggin shit,” I gasp.
My head pushing deeper into my pillow.
The bite of the other clamp nonexistent as I try to take in all the sensations rushing through me. My clit pounds, my toes curl, and I feel how wet I am.
I try to find purchase for my hands, but it’s like someone hit a button marked hyper-drive inside me and I am no longer here.
My hands hit something hard behind me and I try to grab hold, but finding nothing to hang onto, I push with all my strength against the cool hardwood.
When I feel him tug against the chain, my eyes spring open as his thumb grazes over my throbbing clit.
“So fucking wet,” he grounds out.
“I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take Little Vixen. I want to tie you up, leave my handprint on your ass in a nice shade of pink. Just let every sensation I make you feel consume you. I want every inch of you exposed and bare to me. So let go, trust me that I have this, us. I will whisper the naughtiest and dirtiest things across every inch of your flesh, watching it deepen in colour with just my words marking an invisible path across your body and by the end have you craving for every single one of them. Just let go and I promise I will catch you.” My breaths are coming in pants faster and faster as each word penetrates me, my legs quiver when he slides a finger inside me pushing in slowly.
My core tightens, legs shake, that imaginary cliff coming into view once again.
Another tug against the chain has me writhing all over the bed.
I welcome the stretch as he pushes another finger inside me and he tugs against that chain over and over again.
My head is whirling and I barely catch his words, but I do.
Gritting my teeth so hard my jaw aches against the pleasure soaring through me.
“Don’t cum,” he growls, making me whimper.
Tears spring to my eyes, my whole body vibrating, needing the release he is denying me.
If my body wasn’t locked up wanting to come so bad I would kick him.
I growl and it rumbles through my chest.
I cry out behind clenched teeth when I feel the hot lash of his tongue across my clit.
Grinding down against his face, having no shame now as he sucks me into his mouth.
“Fucken delicious.”
My head is dizzy, every inch inside me tightens.
My body is covered in a thick layer of sweat as stupid pathetic sounds pour from me, the air around the room feels heavy and thick and so fucking warm.
“Are you ready?”
All I can do is nod cause I got no words.
Every bit of energy I have right now is focused on not coming.
“Cum.”
A whine slips past my lips as his fingers slip out of me, but it’s quickly cut off with a loud moan as his hard length slams inside me in one smooth thrust, breaking through my virginity at the same time.
He pulls on the chain; the clamps snap free.
His voice is in the background as my body losses complete control and I do a running jump off that motherfucking cliff, not giving two shits about anything except the feeling of him moving inside me.
His deep breathing echos through the room, mixing with mine as a floating sensation overtakes me.
Brilliant blinding colours explode behind my closed lids.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“So fucking tight,”
My eyes flutter open, his hand lands against my throat as the other hits the top of the headboard.
Digging my fingers into his hips, feeling his muscles bunch under my hands as he moves inside me, stretching my neck back, giving him more room.
Thrust after thrust my insides begin to climb once again until any sluggishness disappears, heat simmers through me building to a crescendo taking me to a whole new level of ecstasy.
“You like me fucking you,” he growls against the shell of my ear.
“Mmmhmmm,” I groan, my legs wrapping tight around him giving me leverage to arch up wanting to feel him deeper.
“Harder,” I ground out, squeezing my inner muscles around him, making him groan.
Pulling out, he flips me over onto my hands and knees.
Spreading my knees apart as he enters me once again in a deep thrust that has my head throwing back and moaning his name.
“Chest to the bed,” he clips.
Without thinking the top part of my body drops, my ass pushes back into him.
Wiggling when he doesn’t move straight away.
Grunting when he leans over me, the pressure pushing inside me quivers just under the skin, just waiting to be released.
Pushing my hair away from my face, he grunts when my eyes blink up at him.
“Stay like that,” he growls.
Running his hand down my tattooed back, shivering as the tip of his finger begins tracing over the beautiful Henna inspired tattoo I got last year.
“Stunning,” he murmurs, my body twitching with every swipe of his finger, wiggling my ass again cause fuck I need him to move.
Chuckling at my antics, I roll my eyes.
“Please… Bloody move,” I try for snappy, but it comes o
ut like a whine.
A hard sting to my ass has me surging forward, his grip on my waist pulls me back into him.
“Stay where you are,” his voice is strained, but the man has control down cause friggin shit this is hot as hell and so bloody frustrating.
I wanna smack him.
Another sting hits my ass once, twice, three times my teeth grind together as the sting turns to warmth.
“Submit,” he demands, and my body goes lax.
What the hell is he doing to me? I ask myself for the millionth time tonight.
My breasts feel heavy with the weight of his words and they are still tingling from the clamps.
My wrists prickle from the rope and all I can think about is when will he do all that to me again.
“You with me?” he grinds against my ass.
My breath catches and all I can do is nod.
“Words,” another sting hits my ass, my core tenses and my nails grip the bed cover under me.
“Yes,” I hiss as he finally moves.
“I’m not gonna stop till your cum is dripping down my balls,” he grounds out.
I push back into his thrust, making him groan.
His fingers dig in against my hips, sliding a hand up my back he grips my hair in his hand making a fist at the base of my skull.
He pushes my body further into the bed, lifting my ass higher.
I grunt with his next thrust, hitting deeper than before.
Pushing back, mewling for more.
His speed picks up.
My heartbeat is in my throat and my body hits a fever pitch of no return.
“Give it to me,” he grunts, slamming into me.
“It’s mine.”
Those rough words set off an explosion inside me.
I give in letting go and fall headfirst over the cliff this time screaming his name.
“Fucking mine,” he roars, his next thrust hitting deep and holding as his hot release explodes inside me.
The way those fingers skimmed across my heated flesh hypnotized me as if he was writing his very feeling’s across my skin for only my soul to understand.
If this is what it’s like to submit, then I will submit for him.
Only ever him…
Making my way downstairs, the morning light filters through the open plan living area from the huge windows at the front of the house.
Smiling as I head into the kitchen, flipping the kettle on.
My body begging to go back upstairs and crawl back under the covers with my woman.
I resist knowing she probably needs her rest cause last night was fucking amazing, the way her body gave over everything to me.
It bowed to my hand’s commands and shuddered in all the right places.
Shaking my head as my cock begins to harden at the replay going on inside my head.
Pulling the fridge door open I begin pulling out the bacon and eggs wanting to get breakfast started.
Knowing when Lucy wakes up, she is going to be starving.
Placing everything on the bench I flick the radio on and get to work as the deep voice of Dylan Scott singing My Girl floats around me making me smirk.
I’m just about done when I hear her soft footfalls coming down the stairs.
“What’s with the house, Stallion?” her soft voice comes from behind me.
Swinging around, I take my time taking her in from head to toe.
A rumble vibrates through me seeing her in my black shirt from last night, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
I bite off a chuckle seeing how big it is on her, it looks like a dress.
The aroma of cherries floats around me making me hungry for a completely different kind of breakfast, but I tamp down my growing need wanting to feed her.
I have a feeling she may be sore this morning, so now it’s time to take care of her.
“It’s ours,” I say simply, looking back to the eggs when I see her eyes travelling down my bare chest.
Turning slightly, I catch her rolling those pretty evergreen eyes, making me chuckle.
Flipping the stove off, I make quick work of plating up the food, sliding hers in front of her at the breakfast bar.
I put mine beside hers before heading towards the fridge for the milk.
“I mean, when did you remodel it?”
Biting my lip, I turn towards the waiting coffee cups and pour the water and milk in and give them a quick stir.
“Spill?”
“I may have seen your Pinterest board. I came to the decision even though I would never have you. I still wanted your touch surrounding me,” I shrug again, taking in her widening eyes. Placing her cup in front of her before rounding the bench and taking my seat.
Picking up my cutlery.
“I started renovations about a year ago,” I shrug again.
“You keep shrugging as if you didn’t just admit to basically stalking me,” she doesn’t sound pissed, more intrigued.
“I did,” I smirk, popping a piece of bacon in my mouth.
“So why is my stuff here?” she changes the subject.
“Because if you are going to sleep anywhere then it will be in our house, in our bed. Nowhere else,” my words are hard, no room for argument cause fuck knows what I will do if she doesn’t want to be here.
Now I have her here, there is no way in hell I’m ever letting her go.
“So no asking, just simply taking my stuff and putting it where you want it,” she quirks a perfect brow my way. However, I see she is trying to hide a smile, and that eases some of the tension running through me at the thought of her trying to leave.
“Are you mine?” I ask, everything inside me tensing again.
“Y-yes,” she stutters, looking up at me through her thick lashes.
“Then it’s settled,” running my palm up her thigh.
“I love you,” I husk out.
I brush my lips over hers, pulling back, my cock hardens even more from her heavy-lidded gaze.
“Eat your breakfast, you’re going to need it,” I wink, taking a mouthful of coffee to hide my smile when I feel her body tremble under my palm.
“Brute,” she mumbles around a mouthful of eggs.
“You’ll get used to it,” I laugh, making her giggle, shaking her head at me.
Reaching up pulling her hair free from the messy bun on top of her head loving the way the dark strands fall all around her.
“Beautiful,” I wink, going back to my breakfast, catching her cheeks heating up.
After a minute I swivel on my chair, leaning over I run the pad of my thumb over her cheek, the reality that she’s here slamming into me.
“You know you are my weakness, right?” I gruff out.
“Over the years, I could barely get words out around you. Never in my life have I ever felt nervous but when it comes to you something inside me clicks knowing you have the power to destroy me.”
Cupping my palm against her cheek, she leans into me, her eyes softer than I have ever seen them.
“You make me giddy, nervous and excited all at the same time, Lucas Knight. Just to get a smile from you had me floating for days,” she kisses my palm.
“Fuck, I love you Little Vixen.” Leaning down, I kiss her softly, tasting the coffee on her lips.
“I’m an idiot waiting so long to make you mine.”
“Yes, you are,” she smarts back.
“Smartass,” I growl.
“Drink your coffee,” I drop my hand and go back to my food.
A comfortable silence settles around us as we both finish our breakfast.
I see her looking at me now and then, but I want to let my words settle through her.
“Do you have to work today?” she asks.
“Yeah. But Jim has it under control at the moment.” I run a rough hand through my hair, looking out the back doors. I spoke with him yesterday and he said he had everything handled till I got m
y ass out there to help him.
He is one of the best farmhands I have, and I know he can handle it.
“Well, I told June I would cover for her today for a couple of hours. She is heading to an appointment with Cora, Nash wanted to go with her but he has to stay back with his dad and load a bunch of cattle up for an order or something.”
She makes a disgusted face; she loves the farm life, but she hates thinking about the cows being sold off for their meat.
“Why can’t Paul handle it?” I try to bring her back to the conversation, not liking the sad look on her face now.
“He broke his hand,” she laughs.
“I swear that guy should have accident-prone written across his forehead,” I chuckle.
“Absolutely,” she giggles, picking up a slice of bacon.
“So are you going to tell me about my new home?” Her warm eyes hit me square in the chest as those white teeth bite in the strip of bacon.
My cock throbs wanting her mouth on me again.
“I’ll do one better, finish up and I’ll take you on a tour before we jump in the shower,” I gruff out. Lazily dropping my eyes to her painted toenails before sliding them up her smooth legs, up her rapidly rising chest to her shy smile.
Winking, I drain the rest of my coffee.
After washing the dishes side by side we leave them to dry on the dish rack, it’s such a simple task, but it warms me for some reason.
Taking her hand in mine, excited to show her the house.
Taking her from room to room, loving the wide-eye look as she takes in the expanse of the first floor. The laundry, bathroom, toilet, my office and then the games room.
She covers her mouth as she takes it all in.
The dartboard, full-sized pool table, bar, projector screen that slides down from the roof with the comfy lounges lying in front of the open fireplace where the screen draws down.
I teach her how to use the sound system and point out all the hidden speakers around the room.
“This is amazing Lucas, everything is here you would never have to leave,” she laughs.
“Why do you even hang out at Steel Mare, you could literally fit everyone in here?” she waves her hand around the room.
“You weren’t here,” I squeeze her hand, making her blush.
“And everything only properly got finished last week.”