The door swung open, squeaking on its hinges. He stepped inside, tugging her after him, but she dug her heels in.
“Dillon, I am not going in here. It smells like…ugh. I do not even know what, but it smells bizarre.” She shook her head. “I insist you take me back to my room at once.”
Dillon released her hand long enough to turn on the lights.
“Get inside, Krys.”
She hesitated, her mouth drawn tight, displaying her displeasure. Finally, she sighed and stepped through the doorway.
Pleased with the small success, he shut the door behind her and twisted the lock.
The interior of the cabin was small, with just a bed, dresser, and small bathroom. Krystal walked to the middle of the room and folded her arms across her breasts.
“What is the problem, Dillon? Why have you brought me here?”
Her brown curls spilled over the pale curves of her shoulders. Her brown eyes flashed with defiance. Gods, she was beautiful. Beautiful and ridiculously naïve.
He took a step toward her. “Do you realize what you have done tonight, Krystal?”
She blinked and then shrugged. “It matters not. I had intended to marry Trevon, but as you can see, that is no longer an option I intend to consider.”
“You were foolish to sneak out and meet him. If we hadn’t come along—”
“I had perfect control of the situation.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared at him.
“He would have forced himself upon you.”
“I would have gained the upper hand.”
“You are a petite woman, I seriously doubt that.”
Her nostrils flared. “Did you just refer to me as short? You are an ass.”
“And then there is the other matter,” he murmured approaching her.
“And what matter would that be?” She lifted an eyebrow, her lips twisting.
He stopped in front of her, leaning down until his face was just inches from hers. “You freed a prisoner.”
The next breath she took did not sound as steady, and as she stared at him he could see the dilation of her pupils.
“She was being treated unfairly. If I had had more time I would have sent her on the first sky taxi off the planet.”
Dillon’s jaw hardened. The woman thought she was invincible, could get away with anything.
“You have gone too far this time, Krystal. You cannot go unpunished.”
“Too far?” Her hands planted on her hips and she lifted her chin. “You and my brother have gone too far. Ryder for thinking it is perfectly all right to fuck a prisoner—”
“Watch your mouth.”
“And you for thinking you can control me,” she continued as she glared at him. “Thinking that I would ever be desperate enough to consider you as a husband.”
His blood raged through his veins and he clenched his fists at his side. “You will be my wife.”
“The hell I will! Fuck you.”
“That is it .” The anger exploded inside him and he grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the bed.
“Release me! What will you do? Force yourself upon me just as Trevon attempted?” she cried out, pounding his back with her free hand.
“No.” He sat down on the bed and dragged her across his lap, jerking her dress up over her ass and up to her waist. “I am doing what should’ve been done to you years ago.”
He brought his palm down hard on the pale curve of her ass, ignoring her choked scream.
“How dare you!”
“You have brought this upon yourself, Krystal.” He tightened his grip on her and brought his hand down again, ignoring her fists that beat against his leg.
“Oh!” She squirmed on his lap, the humiliation in her tone evident. “I hate you, Dillon.”
“You want to act like a child, Krystal? Then you shall be treated like one.” Smack. The cracking sound amplified in the cabin as her pale flesh grew red.
Smack. He slapped her ass again. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at the contrast of his red handprint against her pale white flesh. How hot her buttocks became from the spanking.
His cock stirred and he took a deep breath. This is not supposed to turn you on .
“Would you prefer lashes?” Smack. “Or time in the confinement brig?”
She sobbed again, her stomach grinding into his cock. All thoughts left his head momentarily and he stiffened, his erection stabbing into her belly.
“You would not do that to me…” she sobbed and her tears dampened his pant leg.
“I would prefer not to, Krystal. That is why I have taken your punishment into my own hands.”
Literally. He let his hand linger after the next slap, molding the soft flesh of her buttock into his palm.
She groaned again. This time it didn’t sound like that of a woman in pain. He glanced at her face. Her head was turned and she faced the wall; her eyes were closed.
He inhaled sharply and slid her farther down his lap, so her ass was raised higher and he could see the cleft of her cunt between her legs. The pale pink folds glistened with moisture. She was aroused.
He brought his hand down again, less hard this time. Taking time to move his fingers up the crack of her ass, circling the tight little hole he intended to fuck someday. Her breathing grew heavier and she no longer squirmed against him.
“Do you realize the mistakes you have made tonight?” His voice grew hoarse.
He felt her nod against his leg.
He brought his hand down again on her reddened ass cheek, and then slid his palm downward. He used two fingers to run over the slit of her pussy, feeling the hot wetness that gathered on her lips.
She inhaled sharply and her body stiffened
“I think you liked getting spanked, kitten.”
“No…” she groaned, but her ass lifted against his palm. “Nobody likes getting spanked.”
“Really?” He pressed his two fingers together and then slid them between her folds. Hot cream met the tips of his digits and he groaned.
“Oh gods.” She gasped and wiggled against him. “Please, Dillon.”
He took a deep breath and then thrust the two fingers inside her. Her choked cry gave him pause. Gods, if she was this tight around his fingers, what would she feel like squeezing his cock?
Her muscles clenched around him, and she made the sexiest little moans.
“You like that, kitten?”
“No,” she gasped the word, and her nails dug into his thigh. “Yes.”
He laughed and pulled his fingers out slightly, before moving them back inside her wet channel, deeper this time.
“I do not understand. Every time you touch me I feel ill.”
“That is not ill. That is the effects of your desire for me.” He lifted her off his lap and sat her down on the bed. “I will assist you in easing the discomfort.”
She did not protest as he pulled the dress from her body. Her breasts were small and firm, with large red nipples that were already hard.
Her waist was tiny and her hips had just enough curve. Between toned thighs, soft brown curls shielded her swollen sex.
“Kr
ystal.” His voice cracked. Gods, she was beautiful. How long had he imagined her like this? Imagined touching her and tasting her.
Her breasts lifted with each quick breath she took in. Her gaze locked on his with complete trust.
“Lay back, kitten. Let me help you.” He climbed onto the bed and pressed gently on her shoulders, easing her backward until she was supine.
Sliding his hands up her legs, he pushed apart her thighs and kneeled between her legs. Bringing one finger to her sex, he slid into her slick folds again to find her clit.
Her hips bucked when he found it, and he rubbed the thick swollen flesh as he watched her face. Her breathing grew heavier and she closed her eyes.
“Do you like that? And do not lie to me this time.”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Oh yes, Dillon.”
“Good.” He slid his finger toward the entrance to her cunt, gathering more cream and bringing it back to lubricate her clit while he rubbed it.
She groaned, the tension in her body visible as her fingers clutched the bedspread.
“Relax, kitten. Take a deep breath and just let yourself enjoy the pleasure.”
He used his other hand to hold apart her pussy lips, so he could observe the hot flesh he massaged. Her pink clit was swollen, nestled between the folds of her cunt and covered with shiny cream.
He wanted to taste her. To watch her lose control when he took her clit in his mouth.
Leaning down, he nuzzled the side of her thigh and breathed in the musky scent of her desire.
“Dillon…”
He glanced up at her. Her eyes were wide open again, her gaze hesitant as she stared at him.
“Shh. Close your eyes, Krys, and just enjoy.”
He pressed his tongue against the hot button of flesh and her guttural cry filled the room. Gods, she tasted good. Tart and sweet, the purest of feminine juices.
He licked her again, sliding his hands under her ass to lift her cunt snug against his face as he drew her clit into his mouth.
Krystal gasped and her thighs tightened around his head.
Suckling her sensitive clit, he brought his fingers to her entrance and eased them inside. Again he paused when the hot silky walls of her cunt clenched around his fingers.
“Oh gods,” she hissed.
“Easy.” He moved his fingers in and out, preparing her for when his cock would ultimately be inside her.
He swirled his tongue around her clit as the vision of what was to come filled his head. His cock lengthened another inch. Gods. To be inside her, to be able to stake his claim on her.
Her desperate cries increased, her hips lifted against him as her stomach began to tremble. She was close, he realized. Wanting to push her over the edge, he closed his teeth over her clit and thrust his fingers faster inside her.
“Dillon!” she screamed and her hot cream coated his fingers.
He lowered his mouth to plunge his tongue into her cunt, lapping up her juices. He stayed with her, drinking her essence and kissing her sex until her body went slack and her shallow breaths filled the air.
“How do you feel now, kitten?” Dillon sat up, still cupping her pussy in his palm.
Her eyes were dazed, her lips parted and damp. “I…amazing.”
His mouth curled into a smile and he lay down on his side next to her. He drew his finger across her collarbone and then down between her breasts. Her breasts lifted as she took in a deep breath, pressing her distended nipples closer toward him.
He drew his fingers across the swell of the breast closest to him, circling the areole but ignoring the tip.
“You did not mind…” she began and then paused, her cheeks turning pink. “Touching me there with your mouth?”
“You tasted exquisite, Krystal.” He lowered his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue between her lips to find hers.
She groaned and her tongue rubbed against his, hesitant at first before growing bolder. Dillon circled his fingers around her nipple again, before moving to pinch the tip. He caught her gasp in his mouth and deepened the kiss.
Massaging her nipple, he broke his mouth from hers and kissed her neck, running his tongue against her throbbing pulse, before moving lower. He kissed the slight swell of her breasts, and then continued to the dusky areole. Tracing his tongue around the circle, he finally drew it across the rigid tip.
“Oh.” Her hands clutched his hair, holding his head against her breast.
He gave a husky laugh and wrapped his lips around the nipple. Drawing it into his mouth, he suckled the warm tip while continuing to fondle the other one.
When her cries grew desperate, he switched his mouth to the other one, biting, licking, and suckling the tip until her body writhed beneath him.
He released her nipple slowly, the suctioning pop loud in the cabin. Sitting up he removed his shirt and then reached for the fastener on his pants, keeping his gaze on her face.
Her eyes widened and she watched his movements with an intensity that would have made him laugh had he not been so damn aroused.
He pushed his pants down and off, his cock springing forward hard and thick.
“Krystal, you must trust me,” he murmured and laid back down, covering her body with his own.
Nudging her thighs apart, he positioned himself between her legs. He lowered his head, covering her mouth while using his hand to guide his cock between the lips of her cunt.
A tremble racked his body as her fingers traced the hair on his chest. His tongue rubbed against hers and he sank an inch into her wet heat.
She groaned and lifted her hips, her nails brushing against his nipple.
He hissed and pressed inside another inch.
“Dillon, please.” She squirmed under him, her head twisting back and forth against the pillow.
He took a deep breath, gripped her hips in each hand, and thrust all the way inside her. His brain registered the thin barrier after he’d already torn through it.
“Dillon.” Krystal gasped and her palms pushed against his chest.
Gods. Dillon remained still not moving inside her. “I’m sorry, kitten. The sting will pass shortly.”
He glanced down at her face. Her eyes had a sheen of tears and her mouth was tight. He had suspected she was a virgin, but could not be certain until he’d plunged into her tight channel.
His chest tightened with emotion and he tenderly brushed a curl off her face.
“I do not know if it will pass, Dill.” She whimpered and the muscles of her cunt clenched around him.
“Trust me.” He lowered his mouth again and initiated a slow, thorough kiss.
After a moment she stopped pushing him away, and her body relaxed under him. He felt more warm cream surround his cock and tentatively made a shallow thrust inside her.
Her moan was one of pleasure this time. He growled in approval and made a few more shallow thrusts until she was lifting her hips to meet his penetrations.
Placing one hand on the bed, he braced his weight above her and increased the pace. The silky, hot sheath of her cunt squeezed his cock and the air hissed from his lungs.
“Krystal, by gods you are amazing.” He moved his free hand between their bodies and found her swollen clit.
She gasped and her cunt contracted around him again.
> “You’re so hot, kitten. So perfect.”
He thrust deeper and rubbed her clit faster.
“Dillon…” Her head shook back and forth on the pillow. “Oh gods, Dillon, what are you doing to me?”
“Loving you.” He pressed hard against her clit and she screamed, her body shuddering beneath him. “I love you, Krystal.”
His sac clenched and he groaned, just as he came hard inside her. Each thrust back into her he emptied a little bit more of himself, of his soul.
Krystal lay still beneath him, but he could feel her fingers drawing circles upon his chest.
He gave a ragged sigh, before rolling off of her and pulling her into his arms. She flowed with him, until he was on his back and she lay on top of him, her head nestled under his chin.
His heart pounded a mile a minute and he stroked his fingers through her hair. She was his. Now and forever.
“That thing you just said…” Her lips moved against his neck and he bit back another groan as the blood in his cock stirred again.
“What thing?”
“You said you loved me.” Her tongue flicked his pulse. “Did you mean it?”
“Yes. I meant it.”
Her cheeks turned pink and a tiny smile curled her lips. He slid his hands down to rub over her ass. If he looked at it, would his handprints still be on the hot cheeks?
“I’ve loved you for two years, kitten.”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened. “For two years?”
“Yes. For two years I have watched you and waited.”
“Waited for what?”
He slid a finger into her cunt and then brought it back to the rosebud between her ass cheeks. “Everything.”
He heard her breath hitch. “Everything?”
“Everything, kitten.” He wiggled his finger into the smaller hole, loving the little cry of surprise she made. “And one day soon, this as well.”
“Oh. That sounds kind of different.” She moaned and then yawned. “Oh gods, I’m sorry. What time is it?”
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