The Punishment: The Downing Family Book 3

by Wild, Cassie

  I cupped her ass in one hand. The other, I curved over the back of her neck as I lay back. She stretched out on top of me and started to rock against me, both of us moaning and reaching for the other’s flesh.

  I rolled us over, tucking her beneath me and using my knees to spread her thighs wider. With her mouth pressed to mine, I swallowed the ragged cry she made as I rocked against her vulnerable center.

  She moved with me, her fingers digging into my arms as she clung to me.

  Part of me wanted to peel my pants open and thrust into her, hard and deep, filling that sweet pussy completely.

  But I didn’t. Pulling my mouth from hers, I ran it down her neck, kissing a line down between her breasts, the sweet curve of her belly. I didn’t stop until I lay sprawled between her thighs.

  I blew a puff of air against her, and she shivered, rocking up in a silent plea. I didn’t want her silent. I wanted her moaning and crying and begging. Sliding my hands up her hips, I pressed my mouth to her pubic bone, then went lower, nuzzling her curls with my nose as I sought out her clit. The little bud was already swollen and stiff. I traced it with my tongue before catching it between my teeth and tugged.

  Daria shoved her hands into my hair and pulled my face closer.

  I wasn’t about to be rushed, though. Taking my time, I worked her clit with my tongue and teeth and pushed her until she was thrashing under me, her hands twisted almost painfully in my hair.

  “More,” she begged.

  I pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her cunt, using my tongue to penetrate her.

  She cried out.

  I shifted my angle and pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy, then curled them, twisting and working them until she was writhing on me, fucking herself on my hand and against my mouth.

  I loved pushing her to this edge.

  Her body drew tight, squeezing my fingers.

  She moaned, a full-body shiver wracking her.

  Lifting my head, I stared up at her, watching her face. I slapped her pussy, and she jolted in shock, her eyes widening as she looked down at me. I spanked her there again, then slid two fingers back inside her, working her hard and fast.

  As soon as I felt her body clenching up, I withdrew my fingers and went back to spanking her lightly, taking care to hit her clit with each light blow.

  Daria threw her head back.

  The hands she’d shoved in my hair slipped away, and I stared, mesmerized as she slid them up her body and cupped her small, perfect breasts. The beautiful sensuality of her movements had my dick pulsing hard. I gritted my teeth against the demanding ache and went back to fucking her with my fingers.

  She cried out, lifting her hips hungrily.

  “You like me spanking your pussy, Daria?” I asked, kissing the crease of her thigh.

  “Yes. Oh, yes…more,” she said, the words so ragged and broken, it was hard to understand her.

  I sat up and pulled her into my lap, her back tucked up against my chest. Using my knees to pull hers open, I slid my hand between her thighs and spread her folds, exposing her clit. I spanked her again, and she bucked her hips, rolling them forward faster and faster as she sought more of the contact.

  The feel of her ass pressed to me was almost too much.

  “I think I want to fuck your ass with you sitting like this, so I can spank your pussy and you can bounce against me just like that.”

  “Please…” The breathy plea almost made me lose it, and if I hadn’t known how much her first anal fucking would hurt that way, I would have done it.

  But it would be too much for the first time.

  I pressed my mouth to her neck and thrust two fingers into her cunt. “Soon,” I whispered against her skin. “Soon.”

  She was sloppy wet, and I wanted to feel that heat bathing my cock. Rolling forward, I nudged her down onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to shove under her hips to keep her elevated. I knelt between her thighs and tore at the button and zipper of my jeans.

  Daria moved back and forth against the pillow, her ass lifted for me, her pink pussy wet and ready. I fisted my cock with the hand I’d used to fuck her, slicking her moisture all over me. With my other hand, I dipped two fingers into her pussy, drawing that slick wetness out and bathing in it before I pressed one fingertip to her ass.

  She stiffened, then slowly relaxed, the cheeks of her ass clenching then unclenching as I probed her.

  She took me easier this time, and I closed my eyes, thinking about having her wrapped around my cock just like this.

  As she whimpered, I dragged my eyes open and watched her.

  Goosebumps peppered her flesh. She clung to the sheets beneath her, fingers fisting in the soft white linens.

  “Do you want me to fuck your ass tonight, Daria?”

  She didn’t answer, but she lifted her hips in invitation.

  I rotated the finger I’d buried in her ass, shuddering with my own need to take her there. Then, slowly, I withdrew.

  I climbed from the bed, and she turned her head, staring at me with hungry eyes. “What are you doing?” she whispered. “Why did you stop?”

  “Because I need something,” I said as I opened my suitcase. I traveled so often, it was second nature to pack certain things that I’d gotten used to either needing or wishing I had. Deodorant, soap, toothbrush…lubricant.

  I found the small bottle in the pocket where I always kept it and returned to the bed.

  Daria hadn’t moved, and as I approached, she licked her lips, eyes dropping, first to my cock, which thrust up from the V of my jeans, then to the bottle in my hand. I dropped the bottle onto the bed and shucked my jeans.

  Once I was naked, I climbed back onto the mattress and took my position between her spread legs. Gripping my cock in one hand, I pressed the head to her cunt and pushed inside.

  She keened out, shuddering as I impaled her. Wet tissues clung to me as I withdrew, then thrust again.

  She rocked back, trying to take me deeper, but with her prone on the bed, she had little leverage. She pushed up onto her knees, and I spanked her. “I’ve got you how I want you, Daria,” I told her.

  I held her hips in my hands, hauling her up slightly while her upper body remained on the mattress. I fucked her right into a hard orgasm and kept moving until I felt her body tighten again, arousal still raging high inside her.

  That was where I wanted her, blissed out from the climax, yet hungry for more.

  I slowed my pace, settling back on my heels and pulling her with me.

  This time, when she pushed back, I let her. Seeking out the lubricant, I watched as she fucked herself up and down on my cock. I felt the bottle and closed my fingers around it without taking my eyes away from the erotic sight before me.

  Flipping open the bottle, I squeezed some of the clear liquid onto my fingers, wetting them thoroughly before pressing the tip of one against the tight pucker of her ass.

  Muscles spasmed around me as I pushed inside.

  She was hot, tight.

  I worked the lubricant inside her, twisting my wrist as I pushed back inside, slowly screwing her. I wiggled my finger, then, on the next thrust, I added a second one. She had gone still and stiff, her spine arched, head hanging low.

  Her breathing came hard and fast like she’d just finished running a race.

  Everything about her was focused on this. On the way I fucked her ass, stretching her and opening her.

  “Are you ready for this?” I asked, reaching up with my free hand and twisting my fingers in her hair, drawing her upward and back against me. Using her hair like a chain, I held her upright at an angle that kept her from putting her hands on the bed. The position forced her more fully down on the fingers invading her ass and the cock impaling her pussy, but instead of tensing up or trying to draw away, she sank down on me, again and again. “Tell me you’re ready for this.”

  “I’m ready…Brooks, please…”

  Letting go of her hair, I picked up the bottle of lubricant once more. I wi
thdrew my fingers and poured more of the slick liquid into my palm. My dick protested as I pulled from her cunt, but then the eager thing pulsed in my hand as I slicked the lubricant up and down before adding more.

  “On your hands and knees, Daria,” I said.

  She’d slumped down until her upper body was flat to the mattress, and I watched as she settled into position, ready to be taken.

  I had to fight the urge to thrust in, the need to feel her gripping me almost unbearable. But I needed her to want this, to enjoy it, to need it…and that meant patience.

  “It might hurt some,” I warned her. “Play with your pussy when you think it’s too much. It will help.”

  She nodded mutely, and I moved closer. Pressing the gleaming head of my heavily lubricated cock against her ass, I used my free hand to grasp her left cheek and spread her open.

  “Take my cock now, Daria,” I said and began to ease forward.

  She jolted, crying out in startled shock. I’d just barely given her the head, now tucked in just past that snug ring of muscle. She shivered, and I saw her tensing to pull away. “No, Daria. Trust me.”

  “I do.” The words came out very small and tight.

  Her body trembled as I began to rock against her, giving her a little more, letting her adjust, then sinking deeper on the next thrust. Bit by bit, she accepted my cock’s invasion, yielding to me in the most primitive, elemental way imaginable.

  I pulled back, and she moaned, following me. Her upper body sagged to the mattress as she submitted for me completely.

  Savage pleasure twisted inside me, but I still held tight to my control.

  I felt the pressure as she slid her fingers inside her pussy, tightening the already snug grip of her ass around me.

  “You fucking your pussy, Daria?”

  She whimpered in response.

  Gripping her hip with my right hand, I gathered her hair into my left fist and tugged until her torso was lifted, her spine a graceful bow. At the same time, I sank the rest of the way into her ass.

  She cried out, and a long, hard shudder wracked her body. But she didn’t tighten up or try to twist away.

  “Are you still playing with yourself, Daria?”

  Her attempt to nod was hampered by the grip I had on her hair, so she whispered, “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  I held her steady and began to ride her, slow, measured thrusts that let her acclimate to this new possession.

  I’d always loved anal sex, the thrill of it, feeling a woman yield in such a way.

  But it had never been like this.

  I’d never found this sort of sheer pleasure with anybody, save for the woman before me right then.

  She began to rock her hips. The angle I held her in limited much of her range of movement, but she was able to press back into me. As she did, she tightened around me as if she hated the feel of me withdrawing. Then she softened as I sank back into her soft, velvety grasp.

  “Spank your pussy for me, Daria.”

  I couldn’t see if she was obeying. But as I thrust forward, my balls swung toward her, and I felt the tips of her fingers, and then her body bucked, hard and rough. “Do it again.”

  Another jolting shudder and I swelled within her. Buried inside, I stopped thrusting and let her hold me. “Spank that pretty pink pussy, Daria.”

  She did, and she whimpered, practically writhing on my cock as I pulsed inside her.

  “Again.”

  I heard the wet, rough slap this time and knew she was getting hungrier, more desperate.

  “Keep on doing it, Daria.”

  I settled back onto my heels as she obeyed, drawing her with me until she was practically sitting on me. Just one more shift, and I’d have her exactly as I’d fantasized a few short minutes earlier. But as I put her into position, she stiffened, and the noise that left her throat this time was one too close to pain.

  I readjusted her and whispered to her soothingly, moving her back to her hands and knees.

  I gripped her hips, fingers splayed wide over her skin.

  I pulled her back against me, then eased my grip. She moved forward, then back on me. I gritted my teeth, the sensation so sweet and dark and hot, I was clinging to control by a hair.

  As she swayed forward the next time, I caught her hips and yanked her back to me.

  She came. Hard and fast. As the climax twisted through her, she ground against me, desperately seeking more.

  I gave it to her, riding her with far more roughness than I would have thought she could handle.

  She loved it. Broken moans and pleas and, “Oh, yeses,” fell from her mouth as she bucked and twisted and fucked herself back on my cock, chasing her orgasm all the way to its very end.

  My climax felt like it was going to rip me into tiny pieces, tearing from me with near-numbing intensity. I growled her name, head falling back as I closed my eyes and ground against the soft flesh of her butt.

  She whimpered and rolled her hips against me, one last shudder twisting through her.

  Twenty-One

  Daria

  I came out of the shower to find Brooks setting up a meal on the small table.

  He crooked a grin at me. “I think we worked up an appetite last night.”

  I nodded, my belly rumbling in demand as I caught the scent of bacon. Normally, I didn’t let myself eat the types of food he had ordered. It was so fattening and so…so good, but I was starving. I was so hungry I just might eat anything put in front of me.

  I looked down at myself, wrapped in the towel. “I’d get dressed, but I don’t…”

  Brooks pointed to two bags on the bed.

  I blinked in surprise. “Where did those come from?”

  “I had somebody deliver them. I made arrangements last night.” His mouth tightened briefly as he added, “It’s not like you can walk around in that skirt of yours. You’ll kill people. Give everybody around you heart attacks.”

  “You didn’t have a heart attack,” I pointed out.

  “I was too busy being pissed off.” He closed the distance between us, and I lifted my head to meet his eyes.

  He kissed me gently, then nudged me toward the bed. “Get some clothes on, baby. We need to eat and talk.”

  I found jeans and tops in the bags, along with panties and bras. There was even a sundress and sandals. Everything was exactly my size, and I pulled the sundress out along with some of the delicate underthings. How did he know to choose such sexy lingerie?

  Disappearing into the bathroom, I dressed hurriedly, pleased the bra fit, pulling the panties over my still singing pussy, using my fingers to comb out my hair.

  Brooks was staring outside when I finished, but at the sound of me opening the door, he turned and studied me. “The sizes are alright?”

  I nodded wordlessly, feeling oddly shy now for some reason. I bent over and let my hair fall forward to cover my face when I adjusted the straps on the sandals.

  “I guess we should eat,” I said, mostly to fill the silence. He joined me at the table without speaking, and we sat.

  For the first few minutes, all we did was eat. There were fluffy piles of eggs, fat pancakes dripping with syrup, and a veritable mountain of crisp, crunchy bacon.

  I ate until I couldn’t take another bite, then I slumped back in the chair.

  “I’ve never seen you eat so much,” Brooks observed. “You get by on a diet that would starve a goat.”

  Rolling my eyes, I said, “I do not. I get plenty of what I need. I just don’t take in any extra.” Then I looked at my plate, bare save for a few smudges of syrup. “Okay, I normally don’t eat any extra.”

  As he finished his plate, I sipped at my orange juice.

  If I could have stayed like that, in that room, the rest of the world locked away, I could have been completely happy.

  But the world had a way of interfering. Just as Brooks finished his coffee, his phone rang.

  The way his jaw tightened when he checked the display made my be
lly clench nervously.

  “Your family?” I asked softly.

  He nodded and put the phone away without taking the call.

  “Are they mad you’ve helped me?”

  Brooks reached over and took my hand, twining our fingers together. “Even if they did get mad, it wouldn’t matter.”

  “That’s not an answer,” I said, swallowing.

  “It’s answer enough.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist.

  My heart melted at the gesture, and my skin buzzed where he’d kissed me. This man loved me. I loved him. We had to find a way to make this work.

  “What do we do now?” I asked.

  He let go of my hand and leaned back in his chair. “Now, I take you back to New York.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “I haven’t changed my mind. I still want to find a way to make sure you and Isabel are safe.”

  “I don’t think you need to worry about it. Duardo said—”

  “Fuck Duardo,” I said hotly. “Marcos—” I stopped before even finishing the sentence. Clenching my hands into fists, I whispered, “How could I have forgotten that?”

  “Forgotten what?” Brooks asked.

  The memory of the conversation I’d overheard blazed bright through my mind, and I shoved back from the table, needing to move.

  I rubbed my hands over my face before turning to look at Brooks. “I overheard Marcos talking to a friend of his. He’s the one who arranged for you to be shot. He was…” I hesitated, uncertain how to explain what I’d overheard. “Hell, he said he was just fucking with you. He wanted you hurt, but not killed. He knew your family wouldn’t stop digging until they found the truth if you were killed.”

  Brooks stared at me with burning eyes.

  My palms were damp. Swiping them down the sides of my skirt, I waited for him to speak.

  He didn’t, not for a long time.

  He got to his feet and moved over to the window, staring outside. Even though he was only a few feet away, he felt terribly distant. The silence stretched out for so long that, when he finally broke it, I flinched.

  “When did you overhear this?” he asked, voice oddly gentle.