Stranded in His Secret Cabin

by Vicky Bushwell

  “Yes, I am. I’m yours for life!” I pull his face closer and cover his chapped lips and stubbled chin with smooches…

  His hand roams over my ass, drawing a curve along my cheeks, and brushing gently between. I know what’s this all about. And I tense up with fear, as I’d never ever had a man exploring my little ring before… Jake kisses me, pumping in my pussy, and teases my tight ring at the same time, and soon I’m so lost in sensation that I want him to explore more…

  As he said, he’s got a lot to teach me about… And if I’m bad he’ll discipline me again. And I’ll love it because I know that Jake’s discipline is always followed by cookies…

  I’ll take him up on that and see what happens next!

  Epilogue

  It took me the whole winter to convince my shy burly man to get out of his cabin and see the world, particularly my family. They liked him, though my dad keeps calling him McKinley Boy, though Jake’s never been there and is no longer a boy. It took us one night to get pregnant and one day to surprise my parents with the news. Well, finally, it took us the whole summer to prepare for our big mountain wedding!

  The End

  Excerpt:

  BOSS DADDY DOM

  Chapter 1

  Skye

  I steer my sleek, pink sport car into the underground parking garage of Morgan & Halloway Holdings. This is where I’m going to leave her. She’ll have a nice home with luxury vehicles as her new neighbors. Truth is, she’s too posh for me, even tacky in my opinion, but my dad won’t take no as an answer. He just gave me the keys on my eighteenth birthday right before I was about to leave for college…

  I’m here to return his gift, because I feel too embarrassed to drive that car around the campus. After all, I went to college to study, not to party like I mean it. I turn the engine off and head for the private elevator.

  I’m too preoccupied coming up with a decent speech I’ll have to give to my dad, explaining what is wrong with his gift. After my parents divorced, dad moved to the city, and I haven’t seen him for a couple years. I think this is his way to make up for the time he was away. But it also shows that he doesn’t know me well.

  I’m shy and focused, and try avoiding all unnecessary attention. And yet I get it anyway. All my girlfriends think I’m a weirdo, but here I am, eighteen and virgin, and perfectly happy about it. I simply know what I want, and won’t give away my V card just to get it over with…

  That is, until the chrome doors of the elevator slide open, and I gasp at the sight of a man inside.

  Keith Halloway…

  A man too gorgeous and powerful to be true. He is my long-time crush, out of my league and utterly off-limits. Simply because he’s much older and happens to be my dad’s business partner and friend…

  As if stepping right off the pages of one of my sweet romance books, Keith watches me intently, and arches his brow.

  “Are you coming?” He asks leisurely, his voice husky, and eyes intent.

  My words stuck in my mouth, and I simply nod, stepping into the elevator. I don’t want him to notice that embarrassing betraying flush on my cheeks, and the way I hold my breath in his presence. I forbid myself to stare at him and to sniff the air hungrily trying to memorize his scent. A rich, sexy mix of sandalwood and musk… My knees become weak without asking me, and my- Well, my entire core is in trouble to give out the effect he has on me…

  “Which floor?” He asks me, ready to press the button.

  “Fifteenth.” I breath, and dare to steal a furtive glance.

  His chiseled features light up with a grin. “What a coincidence! I’m going there, too.”

  I realize he didn’t recognize me, and I feel bold enough to give him a longer look.

  I can act as if I'm older, and a very experienced temptress, ready to steal his heart away. That’s what I think when I smile again, and lean against the mirrored panel with my back. I wish I’d dressed as one of my sassy friends, but nope. I’m in my jeans skirt and sneakers, and my plain white tank top-

  “I’ve never seen you here before.” He says, his thumb on his jaw, as he gives me another long, inquisitive look, “Do you work here?”

  Then it dawns on me. This is a chance to be around him and even talk to him for the first time ever, and as it shows he’s not going to treat me as a little brat as he used to a couple years ago.

  I push my hair back, and say in a honeyed voice, “Actually, I’m here for a job interview.”

  “Are you now?” He nods, “And what position did you apply for?”

  “A- personal assistant-,” I mutter, trying to come up with whatever lie I can feed him next, when he grins.

  “Oh, I need one and can hire you right away.” He says, and holds out his hand to me, “I’m Keith Halloway,”

  I grin, “I know who you are. I did my research.”

  He leans in closer, and towers over me, “So, you should know my reputation, then?”

  I look up at his gorgeous face, piercing-blue eyes burning into my own, and feel a sudden wave of heat rush to my face. I shake my head, and mutter, “Well, not exactly. Enlighten me, please.”

  His voice sounds so husky, his rugged face so close as he says, “A girl like you, I could eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner, over and over again, that is.”

  I swallow hard, and take a shallow breath when he traces his thumb along the side of my face, finishing the invisible line on my lower lip. His brow arches, eyes take a darker shade on, “Scared?”

  The truth is, I’m pretty sure he realized that I’m fooling around and now he wants to scare me off. I take a deep breath and mutter, “I’m intrigued.”

  “So, you’re ready for the interview, then.” His lips curve into a little smile, and he takes my hand in his.

  The elevator dings, the doors slide open, and he steps out in a bright-lit hallway. I follow him with my heart pounding like crazy; I’m so ready to find out what’s coming up next.

  Chapter 2

  Keith

  The morning was busy enough to drive me crazy, and I hadn’t had a single drop of coffee yet. Hence, I hadn’t even smelled its aroma coming my way as I spend several hours in a row in my office behind closed doors. I need a break, and decide to head outside for a walk and a double portion of caffeine. My assistant rescheduled one meeting for later, so I have a couple hours to rest and think.

  I hit the elevator button, and lean against the wall, waiting till I get to the underground garage. The doors slide open, and I forget where I’m going. Instead, I feel the sudden need to take another elevator ride up to my office. The reason why I change my mind is a young woman, so petite and innocently cute that I still, watching her, mesmerized.

  Her baby blues fly open when she sees me in the elevator, and she stills startled. I want to grab her in my arms, to feel her trembling curves against my frame, but I hold myself back. I need to make sure she knows what she’s in for, first. But, things change after a little lie slips out of the pink pouty lips of hers.

  She said she came for a personal assistant job interview, but I don’t remember we announced the job opening anywhere. That’s because we’re not hiring right now. But, she’s more than welcome in my office, anyway; I’m going to put her into a position in which I doubt that she’d found herself before…

  She looks intimidated and… intrigued. I love the way her cheeks turn pink and she lowers her eyes when I grab her hand. She doesn’t mind that I hold her hand, leading her to my office.

  “Please, sit down,” I make sure she sits in front of my desk, as I stand behind her.

  I stand so close I can smell her fragranced shampoo she used this morning, and her body scent mixed with cotton deodorant. I bet her panties are of pure cotton too, and I instantly feel hard and heavy between my legs. She has this effect on me, this little liar, and I can’t wait to question her properly…

  “So, let’s begin-,” I say, watching her intently as I sit opposite her. I keep my hands locked on my lap, trying to hide the gr
owing bulge in my pants. “Your name is?”

  “Skye.” She says, and licks her pouty lips.

  “Very well. I don’t have your resume, Skye, but it doesn’t matter at the moment. I’m going to ask you a few questions. But, first, I want you to know about the rules-,” I watch her darkly, grinning. “They’re strict and you get punished if you break them.”

  She nods, “I’m all ears, Mr. Holloway.”

  “Rule number one: never lie to your boss.” I say, giving her a stern look. “Which you just did.”

  “I did?” She asks me, her eyes fly open.

  “Yes, Skye. You lied when you told me that you came here for a job interview. I was curious because I know for sure that there's no job opening in the company right now.”

  I pause, thinking about her opening, and this doesn’t help my growing erection, which I can only do so much to hide. I clear my throat, “So, tell me, why are you here?”

  She looks up at me, and smiles, meekly. “I- I liked you… I wanted to talk to you…”

  “You liked me?” I raise my brow, my lips pull up into a half smile. “And you thought that telling me lies was a good idea to get my attention?”

  “Yes- I liked your smile… It’s so genuine, and your voice. You sound so- intense…” she says, taking a deep breath.

  Now, that’s intense. I want to grab her in my arms, and make her mine right here and now, but I won’t. I can be patient and slow. Never sloppy and lazy when it comes to handling such a young pretty thing like her. She’s glowing with innocence; it shows in the way she chews on her lower lip, and her eyes fly open when I do or say something provocative.

  “Skye, do you realize that I can’t let you get away with your lie?” I ask her, my eyes narrow, as I let them slide down her pretty face, and lower to her little belly that is visible from under the loose hem of her crop top.

  I’m so hard as I imagine her cotton panties and what’s underneath that I can hardly hold myself back.

  “I- don’t understand-,” She bites her lip, watching me as I come down on one knee before her.

  “The consequences, Skye. Though, I’m not going to become your boss, I’ll punish you for wasting my time.” I say simply, and cup her bare knees, pushed together so tightly as if hiding the most precious thing in between.

  I know she’s precious, untouched and way too perfect for me, but I won’t stop. When I saw her in that elevator, I knew I had to have her. All for myself. Mine and only.

  “What are going to do to me?” She gasps, biting her lip.

  “Ever been spanked before, Skye?” I squeeze her knees gently, and watch her cute face turn pink. I like that blush, it suits her.

  She shakes her head, “No. Never.”

  “This is why you act like a spoiled brat now.” I sigh, then utter, “Well, I might teach you a lesson.”

  ***

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  Chapter 1

  Ally

  The car makes another rattling sound, and I know it’s time to take my girl to a garage. Too bad it’s happening now, when I’m on the highway heading for my home town, and instead of going straight home, I’ll have to find a car mechanic first. At this point, I don’t care what garage I might find, but it’s better to be the closest one. I grip the steering wheel, and mutter a quick prayer of a distressed driver, which can be described as a simple, three-word mantra Please, don’t stop.

  She’s doing fine. It’s just these strange rattling and coughing sounds that make me want to add a few corrections to the mantra, spicing it up with a long string of juicy swear words that flood through my mind right now. Finally, I’m happy when we make it to a garage just outside the town. I only hope it’s not too late and they’re still open.

  It’s a big shop, and I sigh with relief as I see a man in denim coveralls moving inside. I step out the car, and just as I lift my eyes up to the man walking up to me, I still, surprised.

  “Hi, I’m sorry, but we’re closing-,” The familiar timbre of his voice even after so many years makes my heart skip a beat, and here I am, staring at him in silence.

  I watch him, fully aware the pause became alarmingly awkward, but the thing is that in his presence I normally freeze. “Hey, Kyle!” I say finally with a meek smile.

  My high school memories came flooding back, overwhelming me completely. I take in his rugged features, strong chin, chiseled cheekbones and finally his piercing-blue eyes. Losing myself in his intent gaze, I notice that he looks the same as he did about a decade ago. He is older, but still has that boyish grin that makes cute dimples appear on his cheeks.

  “Ally? Is that really you?” His beams as recognition sparks in his eyes, “It’s been ages since I saw you!”

  Before I utter a word, he grabs me in his strong, muscled arms, and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. And time stops. I feel his heartbeat though his heaving chest, and my head is swimming from the mixture of his manly sweat, motor oil, coffee and a touch of his cool aftershave. I’m surprised at my own reaction, and giggle nervously to hide it. Kyle makes me feel so tiny compared to him. He radiates power. I can’t help feeling flattered by his attention and the fact that he still remembers me.

  “I’m glad to see you.” I smile as he lowers me down gently, and steps back, watching me.

  “You grew up, Ally. You’re a young woman now.” He grins, making me suddenly blush.

  I don’t want him to notice this. For the first time, I realize I still have warm feelings toward him. He will always be my very first, forbidden crush. His mom used to look after me when my parents went out of town, and I’d meet Kyle at their house during his occasional visits. After Kyle joined the army, it wasn’t that much fun to be there anymore. But I couldn’t forget him.

  And now, a decade later, I feel the same funny tickling in my whole body when I see him again. I never thought it could be for real between us. But for some unknown reason, I find myself pleased that he noticed that I’m no longer a teenage girl, but a young woman. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I lower my eyes and quickly check on his ring finger. No ring, no tan line either. Single or not, he’s older than me and still off-limits, but somehow, I’m relieved.

  “I didn’t know you’re back in town.” I say, my eyes rest on his broad shoulders as he’s towering over me, standing so close that I can touch his muscled pecs if I want.

  I want to distract myself from the view, and focus on his stained coveralls, and big hands smelling of grease, when he reaches to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.

  “Yeah, I’ve been around for a while now after my contract ended. I’m not planning to go back any time soon, but I might,” He says, then watches me intently, “Unless I find a rock-solid reason to stay… I want to make a life here.”

  I bite my lip, and nod, “I see. You know, I’m glad you’re here.”

  I don’t want to think about him finding someone, or worse, joining the Navy again. Truth is, I find myself surprisingly comfortable with him being here with me when I really need him.

  “Me too, kid.” He says, grinning, then frowns, “Look at this smudge on your cheek!”

  I giggle as he runs the back of his hand down the side of my face, gently, and I’m sure he’s making things worse. I enjoy his touch, anyway.

  I let out a little sigh, when he stops stroking my cheek, and says, “So, how can I help you?”

  I glance at my car, “She makes this rattling noise, so it’d be great if you could check on her if it’s not too late today.”

  “Sure, Ally.” He grins, “Anytime for my girl next door.”

  I smile, but deep down I know he means just that. I’m just a kid next door and nothing more. And I wish he wanted more. I watch him taking my car inside the garage, and checking the dashboard, before going to open the hood, and I realize that I can’t take my eyes off him.

  I remind myself that I’m ti
red, and my parents are waiting for me, and I’m not looking for a man right now, anyway. He’s off-limits for so many reasons that I won’t even try to count. But, I secretly like watching him working on my car.

  I walk around casually, and watch him bend over under the hood, and a vivid image of him leaning on my body like that flashes through my mind, startling me. He moves lithely, flexing and stretching, and my eyes are on his muscled arms and broad shoulders, and his tush packed in rough denim. I find it particularly hard to answer his questions as my mind is spinning around things that I’d be too ashamed to confess about. Truth is, when I first parked outside his garage, I expected a long, boring session of dealing with a crotchety old mechanic. As it turned out, I met Kyle instead.

  “We’ll need to check the underside. Ally?” His voice startles me, and I realize I wasn’t listening. His intent eyes meet mine, as he resumes, “We’ll do that in the morning, if you don’t mind.”

  He’s standing next to me, wiping his hands with a cloth, and watching me.

  I nod eagerly and smile, “Yes, sure. So, I’ll come back tomorrow, then?”

  He shakes his head, “It’s better to leave your car here overnight. Don’t worry, I can give you a ride home. It’s time to visit my folks, anyway.”

  I thank him, holding myself back from reaching up to throw my arms around his neck. He’s not here for that, but why does it feel so natural and nice to think about doing it? I can’t believe I’m going to be in the same car with Kyle, sitting by his side, and my heart skips a beat as I recall my prom night. I’m not sure he remembers, and I should forget it, too. I definitely won’t remind him of that night.

  We walk to the parking lot nearby. I bite my lip, looking at Kyle’s leather-clad back, as I follow him to a shiny black truck. Before closing the garage, Kyle changed into jeans and a plain T-shirt, and threw a jacket on, and I sort of miss his greasy stained coveralls. There’s something very manly and surprisingly hot about him when he looks like a simple, down-to-earth man with strong hands that have enough power to do hard manual work or do… me. My body wants these huge, greasy hands on me...