Surrendering to the Mountain Man

by Asha Daniels

  “Yes. Oh, yes, sir.”

  “No matter what I ask.” I wasn’t asking. I was telling her exactly how this would be.

  “Yes, sir.” Her eyelids flitting open, she gazed into my eyes.

  I’d never seen such blatant desire in a woman, such intense hunger. She knew what she wanted and what she would be required to give. The offer was accepted. Easing her down onto her knees, I exhaled. “Remove my jeans.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, moving to unfasten my button and zipper. Her hands roamed my stomach, stroking, forcing prickles onto my naked skin. I’d never had a woman touch me with such pleasure, caressing strokes, her fingertips digging into my skin. My breathing remained heavy as she pulled the edges of my jeans away, tugging them past my hipbones. She took her time, allowing her hot breath to wash over me every step of the way. Darting out her tongue, she dragged the tip around my belly button in slow and easy circles.

  “Oh, yes,” I murmured, jutting my hips forward.

  Megan continued tugging, pulling the jeans until she eased my foot out of the tight confines one at a time, pushing them to the corner. Breathing out, she inched closer, crowding between my legs.

  “Touch me.”

  Obeying instantly, she rubbed both hands on the top of my foot, her fingers massaging. After a few seconds, she bent over, her face only inches away from my feet, pressing kisses against my ankle and shin.

  Her back glistened in the warm glow and I envisioned her creamy skin wearing my tattoo, one of ownership. My cock stood at full attention, my balls so swollen they were hanging low.

  She licked up along the inside of my calf to my knee, her hands fondling, caressing.

  I intertwined my fingers in her hair, holding her in place, but I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. My breath continued to skip, breathing becoming more difficult as she dragged her tongue along the inside of my thigh, merely breathing across my testicles. When her mouth rested on my other leg, I grunted, almost forcing her to suck my cock.

  Purring, she peppered a series of kisses and licks all the way down my other leg until she rested her face on my foot, her fingers rubbing my calf.

  I could see how heavy her breathing was, heard the soft mewing sounds. She was preparing, succumbing in her own way. “Suck me.”

  “Mmm… Yes, sir.” Rising to her knees, her expression one of reverence, she crouched even closer and opened her mouth, taking the tip of my dick just inside.

  “Yes!” The second her tongue swirled around my cockhead, sliding back and forth across the sensitive slit, my legs began to quake, my Achilles tendons tight as a drum. I planted my hands on either side of her head, directing her, keeping her exactly where I wanted.

  Megan rolled her tongue around and around, taking my shaft into her mouth an inch at a time. She slid her hands up along the insides of my legs, one hand rolling my balls through her fingers, the other stroking the base. She pumped up and down, her hand twisting, creating friction.

  The savage buried inside of me, the one clawing at the surface was gaining control, the hunger off the charts. I controlled my breathing as she took another inch, then another into her hot, wet mouth.

  “Mmm…” she whispered over the thick invasion before easing my cock out of her mouth then sliding her tongue all the way down the underside. Suckling on my testicles, she took one ball into her mouth then the other, using enough pressure a series of groans exploded from my mouth.

  “Fuck! Yes…” Sweat beaded along the back of my neck, zigzagging its way down to my shoulders. I was panting, fire in my belly beating against my very heart and soul.

  She murmured, the sound husky and replaced her mouth with her hand, squeezing, driving me into a frenzy as she licked back up, taking half my shaft into her mouth.

  I pressed down, forcing her to take more. “All of it. Suck every inch of me.” When I pushed, I heard gurgling sounds, a slight gagging until she relaxed her throat as the tip hit the back of her mouth.

  “Yes. Yes!” Rising onto the balls of my feet, I began to thrust in and out, face-fucking her as she stared up at me, her eyes full of excitement.

  Clamping her mouth around my shaft, she sucked, her tongue moving back and forth.

  My actions became crazed, savage as I thrust in harder and faster, the force slapping my balls under her chin. She didn’t blink or whine, merely took every inch, as if longing for more. Panting, I knew that I would come too soon and this time, on this night, I would come deep inside her womb.

  Megan dropped her hands to her sides, allowing me to use her, to fuck her mouth with wild abandon. I was so turned on, my body jazzed from such a rush and all I could think about was filling every hole. When I knew I could hold back no longer, I pulled out, staggering backward as I wiped sweat from my brow. My chest heaving as I tried to breathe, I narrowed my eyes, studying her expressive face. She remained quiet, waiting for my command.

  Taking deliberate steps, I yanked her into the air then pushed her hard against the wall.

  “Oh!” She whimpered and slapped her hand on the dresser as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “You belong to me.” Impaling her with the entire length of my cock, I threw back my head and roared. Every cell in my body was alive, our combined electricity the most intense rush. She clung to me, her long hair damp, strands dangling into her face.

  “So… Big…” she managed, her smile turning into another moan as I pumped in and out, very slowly, her pussy accepting the girth yet clamping around my shaft, drawing it in deeper.

  I kept her back against the wall and lowered my head, capturing her mouth. I rocked her body, thrusting in long and even strokes, keeping her aloft as I used the power of my thigh muscles.

  Megan had one arm draped around my neck, the other clawing at my chest, her fingers digging in, creating a wave of delicious pain. The feel of her breasts crushing against my chest was the most incredible aphrodisiac, pushing me harder to fuck her. Use her.

  Claim her.

  I was out of control, releasing the beast as I fucked her, slamming her back against the cool wood, but I wanted more. I needed to own every inch of her. Yanking her away, she clung to me as I tossed her onto the bed, turning and bending her at the waist.

  Smack! Crack!

  The two hard cracks were met with a series of strangled moans. She pushed up from the bed, arching her back, widening her legs. The sound alone was a rumbling charge, a freeing of pent up frustrations.

  I held her hips, positioning my cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. She was so wet, her juice slickening her thighs, the aroma like the sweetest fruit. Thrusting hard and fast, I kept the rhythm, pulling almost all the way out then plunging again.

  And again.

  The sound of skin against skin, the thudding of my legs against hers was raw, blissful. I wrapped my hand around her hair, rolling the strands and yanking back her head. She was completely under my control.

  Megan shuddered, the moan elongated, her fingers wrapped around the blanket, clenching. Pulling.

  I pounded into her, my needs overwhelming, my cock swelling. There was no way of holding back, no method of controlling the now desperate desires. Every thrust became more brutal, pumping until I could no longer feel my legs.

  She clamped around the thickness, squeezing her pussy muscles, undulating her body. She craved more. She begged for more.

  The acceptance was complete.

  She belonged to me.

  “Razer…”

  Hearing her sensual whisper as she said my name forced the release. I could hold back no longer. “Yes!” My body continued to shake for several minutes and I opened my eyes, gazing out the hazy window, trying to capture and save the exquisite moment, but I knew this couldn’t last. There was no scenario to allow us to be together; no way this enchanting girl would ever accept the man inside. As I folded my body over hers, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe, keep her as mine, sadness filled the space where ecstasy had left a footprint.

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bsp; The darkness swelling inside was too intense, too much a part of me. I had no control over the edges, my sanity falling away. I was not a normal man, nor a lover. I was someone to be feared.

  And she would soon learn to hate me.

  The wind continued to howl, rushing by the cabin, rattling against the wooden planks. I could still hear the ice pellets slapping in waves. The frigid air slipped in through the cracks and crevices, keeping a chill in the air. Megan was finally sleeping, nuzzled against my abdomen, her soft yet ragged breathing remained a concern, but her body held warmth. I rubbed my eyes, a slight smile crossing my face. What did I have to smile about? I’d found a woman that sparked every concept of perfection, opened my heart while closing a festering hole.

  But I wasn’t allowed to have her, not after her rescue. And she would be forced back. It was only a matter of time. I knew little about her life, but enough to realize she needed her friends, her family. I was merely a blip in time, a caustic yet perhaps exciting taste of the forbidden. I eased back against the headboard, savoring the quiet moment. Aimlessly, I rubbed my thumb across her naked arm. The callouses covering every finger should have prevented any sensitivity, but with every soft stroke, the softness of her skin became more alluring.

  I’d left my bed, our bed for a glass of whiskey, leaving her huddled under the blanket. After returning, I’d watched her for several minutes, and even in the darkness, I’d learned so many things about her. Her nightmare only minutes before had told me enough. She was running away from something or someone. Perhaps her entire life. When I’d eased back into bed, she rolled over, finding the warmth of my body, falling into a deep slumber, one without visions of monsters.

  Making love to her was special, but she could never understand how much so. I was just a mountain man, some ragged creature who’d saved her life, provided shelter. What she’d given me was on another plane altogether.

  Stirring, she mumbled in her sleep, her hand shifting until her fingers ever so delicately rested on my cock, which stirred at the slight caress. Could I dare believe fate had brought us together? Could I pretend there would be a future shared between us, even if for brief interludes? No. Megan deserved more than a tryst every now and then. She deserved a real life.

  “Ohh…” The word whispered, she rubbed her cheek against the sheets barely covering my leg, yawning before lifting her head. “What time is it?”

  “Just before dawn.”

  “I can still hear the storm.”

  “Expected to last at least through today,” I said with no inflection. The moment the storm stopped, there would be a search party formed.

  “Mmm… Then we can stay in bed.” Lifting her head, she pressed a series of kisses against my stomach, tugging the sheet until my groin was exposed. “You’re hungry.”

  I chuckled half under my breath, the sound lighter than I would have imagined. This wasn’t real. Bending down, I pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. “A little secret. I’m always hungry.”

  She purred and slipped her hand down to my balls, cupping and caressing. This time, her touch was gentle, loving. She blew across the tip of my cock before darting her tongue around my cockhead.

  For far too many reasons, I tensed, my grip becoming tighter, my fingers digging into her arm.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling her hand away.

  “Nothing.” But that was far from the truth.

  “Are you still angry with me?”

  I thought about her question. She wanted nothing more than to please me. I wasn’t ready to open up, to share anything about my life. “I’m a private man, Megan. I have my reasons, but no, I’m not angry with you. You have no idea who I am, my intentions or even where you are.”

  “Then tell me.” She eased back, moving onto her stomach, her arms folded. “Who are you? I only know your first name, if that’s really your real name. I know you live all alone in a cabin in the mountains. You paint. You grouse at everyone you come in contact with, which tells me that you had a previous life that you ran away from. I can tell you’re very handsome, even though you hide behind a mask.” Exhaling, she ran her fingers through my beard. “The question is why?”

  “I have my reasons.”

  “That you refuse to tell me.”

  Shrugging, I reached for the whiskey, taking another sip. The liquor seemed to have no effect on either my anxiety or my desire. They were both at the highest levels.

  Scooting closer, she wrapped her hand around mine, her fingers just touching the glass.

  I allowed her to pull the drink to her mouth, taking several sips, and all I could think about was how intense my cravings had become.

  “You wouldn’t like the man underneath this mask.” I could hear the hollowness, the almost bitter edge.

  “But I already like the man I see. He’s kind and caring, protective and full of passion. The rest is part of the package.”

  I remained silent, uncertain of what to say.

  “Besides, we all hide behind something.” Rolling over, she tugged the blanket over her arms.

  Polishing off the drink, I slid the glass onto the nightstand and eased over onto my elbow, running my fingers down the side of her face. “You were talking in your sleep.”

  She seemed surprised, the exhale ragged. “I never knew that I did. Dare I even ask what I said?”

  “You were afraid, saying the word ‘no’ over and over again.”

  “We’re all afraid, Razer. I learned a long time ago that it’s what you do with that fear. If you allow it to crush your spirit, then they’ve won.” She shuddered and kept her face pinned toward the ceiling.

  I clenched my fingers, frustrated with my lack of trust for anyone, including myself. “Some fears are more real than others. Some levels of darkness eat at your soul, refusing to allow peace.”

  “You talk in riddles, protecting yourself. I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t want to expose you, only learn about the man I’m…” Megan turned her face away, the words lingering.

  “What? What could you feel about me after only a few hours? After fucking?”

  “Is that what we were doing? Just fucking? I could have sworn I felt more.”

  I clenched my eyes closed, anger and frustration boiling in my belly. I grabbed her face, pulling it toward me. “Listen to me. I haven’t let anyone into my life in a very long time. You’re special to me. I don’t know why but it won’t matter. You’ll be stripped away from me like everything that’s ever been important has been. You have a life and this place, including me, isn’t a part of your future. This is cold and bleak, lonely with long days and even longer nights. What you see is the shell of a man who can offer you nothing. Don’t you understand?”

  Snorting, she turned her head and even though there was no way she could really see my face or my eyes, I felt a penetrating stare, as if she’d snuck past every defense system. When she spoke, her words were calculated, devoid of any emotion. “I’m no stranger to being lonely. I lost my mother years ago, no doubt a product of my father’s regime. I was sent to boarding school because my father couldn’t stand the sight of me. You see, my father is a terrible man. The worst kind. He destroys lives as if it’s just another day at the office.”

  The anger remained, only this time, directed toward a man I would never know. When she continued, I realized my body was shaking.

  “I know what he does is criminal, but he hides his actions well, skirting the law, state regulations. You name it. He’s ruthless and I have no doubt he uses violence to get what he wants. He also wants to marry me off to a man so similar to him that I have no doubt he’ll take over when my father can no longer run the operation. I was all but given an ultimatum right after Daddy decided to give me this gift, a ski trip with my friends whom I doubt I’ll ever see again. They aren’t worthy of his daughter, a man of such valued stature.” Her laugh was strangled, so full of sadness.

  The words hung in the air, completely out of the blue and so unexpected
that I was taken aback.

  “So, whatever your life entails, whatever horror has kept you away from civilization, I have no doubt that I can handle it. Then again, I’m nothing more than a simple girl who found herself on a mountain in the middle of a snowstorm, needing to be rescued. The entire world evidently thinks I need to be rescued. Well, I have news. I’m stronger than anyone will ever understand, and I will take care of myself.” Jerking off the covers, she jumped out of bed.

  I had her in my arms within a few seconds, pushing her down onto the bed, my body resting on top of her.

  “Let me go! You don’t want me and that’s just fine. We had our fling. Payment for saving my life.” Hissing, she struggled to get out of my hold.

  I threw my leg over hers, grabbing both wrists and pulling them over her head. “Listen to me.”

  “No! Just let me go. As soon as the snowstorm ends, I’ll figure out a way to get the hell out of here.” She continued to struggle, kicking out.

  “Stop! I will never let that man hurt you.”

  “Yeah? And what are you going to do to stop it?” She managed to free one of her arms.

  Whap!

  The slap was hard, hitting me directly across the face, the sound worse than the sting. Still, the action riled me, but not for the reason Megan would think. I was incensed, ready to hunt down her father and kill him with my bare hands. “Megan. Stop.”

  “No!”

  She tried to slap me again and I grabbed her hand, wrenching it back onto the bed, grabbing both her wrists with one hand. Lowering my face, I crushed my mouth over hers and cupped her face, my thumb pushing into the skin on her lovely neck.

  Megan refused to stop squirming, moaning and whining, her legs kicking out, her body moving back and forth.

  I shoved my tongue inside, the force of my hand, the heated weight of my body pinning her to the bed. The kiss became manic, savage as I drank from her, our tongues entwining, mouths open wide.