by Asha Daniels
My woman. Mine alone.
I continued the whipping, moving from her ass to the tops of her thighs and back again. I was controlled, yet fading into the man clawing at my skin, digging at my insides. While she moaned, her head tossed back and forth, she maintained her position.
Another hard crack, another electric jolt running through my body.
The sound was sweet music.
Crack! Whoosh! Pop!
How could a man such as myself end up with an angel?
With every hard crack, every snap of my wrist, I was no longer the mountain man.
“Oh! Yes!” she choked out the words.
My hand was shaking to the point I could no longer continue. Beads of sweat had fallen into my eyes, stinging. Burning. Even my palms were sweating. I dropped the belt and closed the distance, rubbing my groin back and forth across her bruised ass. Wrapping my hand around her hair, I yanked until I was able to press my face against hers, my lips against her heated skin. “I want to give you so many things.”
“You already have,” she whispered, the tears still flowing.
I kissed her cheek as I finagled to unfasten my jeans, shoving the dense material past my hips. I had to be inside of her. I needed her warmth.
And her love.
The moment seemed frozen in time as I thrust my cock deep inside, grunting as her pussy muscles clamped around my shaft almost instantly. She was sucking me in, her body reacting as if addicted. We both were, fueled by an unrelenting craving. I eased out then plunged in again. And again. I held her still, sucking on her earlobe, shoving her hard against the back of the couch. Stars floated in front of my eyes as my blood pressure increased. I was so damn hard, filling her completely. “Are you hungry for more?”
“Yes. God, yes.” She gulped for air as she brushed her fingers across my arm.
I was already tingling, hair standing on end, but her gentle touch was enough to set me on fire. Slamming into her hard and fast, I was grunting.
And I was losing control.
Megan met every hard thrust, arching her back and jutting her hips. “Yes… Oh, oh!”
I was famished, wanting to devour every inch. My God. I was nothing more than a beast. I struggled to hold back, wanting to keep this going forever. Tossing back my head, I hissed, blinking rapidly, trying to gain some amount of control.
“Fuck me. Harder. Please, harder.”
Hearing her words was almost too much. I yanked out of her wetness, rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the crack of her ass, wiggling my cockhead past her folds. There was no holding back, no time for the kind of gentleness most women required. For her, she only wanted all of me.
I slipped my cock just inside her asshole, rearing back as she moaned. Staring up at the ceiling, I controlled my breathing, counting to five as she wiggled, shifting her hips back and forth. I pushed again, forcing my shaft in an inch at a time. I was not a patient man.
“Razer!” Her cries were full of agony as well as happiness and the dichotomy added fuel to the fire.
Gripping her hips, my fingers open wide, I thrust my entire shaft inside, letting out a strangled howl. “Fuck!” I plunged in and out, every move methodical, practiced, but all I wanted to do was ravage her, take her with no accountability, no forethought about consequences. I wanted to lock her away, cage her in order to keep her safe, require her to meet my every demand, no matter what I asked.
I rose onto the balls of my feet, rocking as I drove in harder. Faster. I could no longer focus on anything. Even sounds were mere echoes. I fucked her with wild abandon until my body threatened to give out. “Yes. Yes!”
Megan shifted then squeezed her muscles.
And I lost it, exploding inside of her.
“Aahhh!” As I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her against my chest, my eyes opened wide, utter clarity rushing into every synapse of my brain.
Tomorrow we’d be forced to make difficult decisions.
And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I would lose.
That I would lose the woman I loved.
I stood by the window, watching the morning dawn just over the horizon. The storm had all but passed the area, leaving almost two feet of snow. Given the ice mixed in, the snow was packed, the area still treacherous. But I knew in my gut that there would be search parties out by the end of the day if not sooner. I’d hesitated telling Megan that I had a satellite radio, although I’d known the reception would be all but non-existent during the storm.
I had no desire to check, no care about the consequences. I was biding my time.
The coffee tasted bitter, leaving a nasty taste in my mouth, or perhaps my horrific mood had soured everything. All the clarity I’d managed to achieve the night before had slipped away as anger, blinding rage continued to build. Her father had been the reason for the utter demise of my life, stripping away every aspect of happiness. Yet, I’d found no proof. The man was a mastermind at treachery. My hand had been forced by violence that Megan could never truly understand. If I’d known her identity before she succumbed, would I have allowed the moment to even occur? In truth, I had no answer.
I took a puff of a cigarette, staring at the ember as I blew out a long swath of smoke. Suddenly, the habit was as disgusting as the taste of deceit. I pinched the end, tossing the half-smoked stick into the trash. A hell of a lot of things were going to change.
She was still sleeping, snuggled in my bed, one that had once seemed so lonely. I struggled with another sip, finally giving up. Leaving the cup on the counter, I closed my eyes, debating the options. There was really only one. As soon as I deemed the traveling safe, I would transport her back to the resort.
Then I would reclaim my old life. Wouldn’t Thorn be surprised to see my face? For all he knew, I was dead or sequestered on an island with several women, living out my days of past glory. I snickered at the thought. Thorn had no idea how resourceful I’d become. He also had no concept of just how dangerous I was, especially to my enemies.
I tried to remember that Thorn had been a pawn as well, but the betrayals on both sides had driven a wedge between us that I doubted could be repaired. However, I was still a partial owner of my father’s company and refused to allow anything or anyone to destroy what was left. I’d already done a damn good job of trying.
What if I could kill two birds with a single well positioned shot across the bow? I rubbed my chin, smirking as I realized there was no beard, no disguise. Maybe I no longer needed to hide behind such a thing. The lies and deceit needed to end. Dear God. What was I thinking? To use her in any manner was akin to destroying what we’d developed, quite possibly forcing her father’s hand. There would be no marriage as long as I was alive.
Life. That held such a different meaning than it once had. Revenge was something else entirely. I would have that day. I would take what her father had no idea was so precious. And in the process, I would annihilate his world. Exhaling, I gripped the counter. Would she have any understanding of what was about to happen? The thought was far too damning. I listened for any signs she was awake before heading to the small office she’d never seen.
Once I opened the door, the memories rushed in, savage and brutal. The two boxes I’d brought with me held information that many would find useful. While I hadn’t planned on how to use the details, whether sending anonymously to the FBI or blackmailing those involved, I’d known almost two years before that maintaining the secret files would come into use one day. I stared at the plain, white boxes, trying to figure out which files would become most important. Almost every scrap of the various contracts signed, or coerced in certain regards, I’d memorized. Hell, I’d lived them. Every deal gone south, every threat made. There was no avoiding the ugliness swilling its ugly head.
But not today. I grabbed the radio, switching it on. Time to face the music. The crackling noise was to be expected. There was no way of knowing how quickly the storm was moving out of the vicinity. Easing onto the desk, I pressed the variou
s stations that had been preprogramed, trying to find any news. After a few attempts, I was ready to toss the piece of shit across the room.
Then I heard a voice.
“The storm hitting Vail and the surrounding areas has proven to be deadly. Six people have been confirmed dead from the storm and several others are missing, including Megan Wallace, daughter of mogul Gabriel Wallace. You may remember that Mr. Wallace was instrumental in the takeover of Desmond Manufacturing, a large scale firm located just outside of Denver. The loss of two thousand jobs was a significant loss to the owners in the area. Miss Wallace was last seen on a ski run only hours before the storm hit the area. While there are planned search teams, given the severity of the storm and the treacherous mountains, the authorities are cautious in their hopes of finding her. We will keep you informed.”
Desmond Manufacturing. The name made me cringe.
“You have a radio.”
I heard the angst in her voice, the cautious tone that held uncertainty. “Wouldn’t have worked in the storm.”
“They’re looking for me.”
“They are.” I found myself having a difficult time looking in her direction. I had my reasons. She had her doubts. The truth would tear us apart.
She hesitated before walking further into the room. “What if I don’t want to go back?”
The question had been there on both of our minds. “They will consider you kidnapped.”
“Not if they believe me dead.”
I wanted to say so many things, to allow her this joy, but it was nothing more than a fantasy. “You can’t stay here. And neither can I.” I finally turned my head, studying her almost serene face. She was serious.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Does it matter?”
Biting her lower lip, she closed the distance, running her hands across my naked chest. “What do you want?”
“I can’t have what I want, Megan. Maybe neither of us can.”
“No, what do you want? Right now. Right here. There’s nobody but us. There’s no one to strip this away.”
I chuckled. She was playful and energetic, longing to do nothing more than explore our respective desires. She was wearing the same shirt from the night before, only this time the buttons were mismatched, her hair a tangled mess and I honestly knew I’d never seen another creature so exotic and sexy, alluring in an unassuming manner. And the look on her face was one of longing to submit, to please me in any manner. I shuddered, trying to rein in my emotions. What the fuck was I doing?
“We have time.” She gave me a quiet smile as she slid her hand over my cock, moving back and forth ever so lightly.
I inhaled, closing my eyes as the same desire kicked in, creating a wave of heat. There was no need to debate, no way I could push her away. I had no rational, just physical needs. And I was lost to them. “Suck my cock.” Jesus, what was I thinking?
“Yes, sir.” She rubbed back and forth as she unfastened my zipper.
Standing, I allowed her to lower my jeans, tugging them off my bare feet. I spread my legs, inching closer to the edge of the desk.
Megan eased to her knees, sliding the palms of her hands along the balls of my feet. She held a thin smile, her eyes dancing with happiness. Leaning over, she slid her lips against my knee as she massaged my feet and calves, her fingers working magic. “You’re so hot,” she whispered, pressing kisses on my inner thigh.
“All because of you.” I gripped her head with one hand, intertwining my fingers in her hair. I was tense, my muscles aching, but as she licked my skin, peppering open mouthed kisses from one leg to the other, I was able to relax. My cock was hard, pre-cum already leaking out.
“What would you do with me if you kept me?”
I laughed at first, refusing to even consider the fantasy.
“Would you keep me in that cage, train me every day?” Her voice was husky.
She was teasing me, goading me into taking a chance. “I would chain you to my bed, only allow you out of my room with a collar and a leash.”
Darting her gaze in my direction, her grin became more seductive. “Perfect. I am a very bad girl.”
“Yes. Yes, you are.” The second her wet mouth wrapped around my cockhead, I groaned, my legs shaking. She had such a way about her, breaking down my walls. My grip on her head became tighter.
Megan opened her mouth wider, running her lips down the back of my shaft, her tongue swirling and as she reached my balls, she blew a swath of hot air.
“Shit. I would have you suck my cock three times a day,” I muttered, falling into the fantasy. I could envision her wearing my collar as well as my marks.”
“How many spankings a day?” She licked around my balls with just the tip of her tongue. Sucking on one then the other, she made soft purring sounds as her hand twisted around my shaft, creating the most intense friction.
Swallowing, I had difficulty thinking clearly. “At least twice a day. Morning and night.” I was swaying forward until I was forced to grip the edge of the desk with my other hand for fear of falling.
“Because I’m terribly naughty.”
“Fuck yes.” The visions continued, scathing but amazing pictures of spanking her every day, keeping her in line. Keeping her focused.
“Then I’d enjoy being a very bad girl.” Cooing, she licked up the length of my shaft, sucking on just the tip. “Very bad.” She opened her mouth wide, taking one then two inches of my cock into her mouth, using the power of her jaw muscles to clamp down.
I had to fight to keep from shoving her head, but I wanted her to take every inch, sucking on the entire length. “Shit.”
“Mmm…” She remained on her knees, pumping the base with one hand, her fingers on the other rolling my balls through them.
The pressure was increasing, forcing me to pant, my heart skipping. My nails were digging into the soft wood and I could feel the indents, molding the cheap desk. “That’s it. Suck me. Take all of me.”
Her hand met her mouth as she began sucking, moving up and down with deliberate moves at first, then with more intensity. She gagged as the tip hit the back of her throat and panted around my shaft as she waited, as if catching her breath.
I didn’t want to wait. The impatience roared, fighting the man inside and I fisted her hair, pushing down. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
She obeyed without hesitation, opening her mouth wider, accepting the command. When her bottom lip was resting on my balls, she eased both hands to my thighs, caressing, kneading my skin.
Through lazy eyes I could see her acquiescence, begging for my direction. Placing my other hand on her head, I jutted my hips off the desk, deep throating her. I held the position, grunting as I tossed my head back and forth. I was sweating, my forehead and neck, my chest. Beads were cascading down, some dropping onto her forehead. She didn’t react, only her eyes showing me such adoration.
I fucked her mouth, thrusting in a rapid manner, my muscles straining with every move. There was nothing as perfect, as sinful as this. As I plunged in and out, I could only imagine her father’s face as he watched me violating his daughter. His enemy taking full control. What would Daddy say? The vulgar thought pushed the climax, forcing my balls to swell with semen. I no longer cared about anything, only the task at hand. This was my knowing. This was my acceptance.
I would use her against her father, no matter the ramifications.
Chapter 10
Megan
I could see such a change in Razer. He wasn’t quite distant but very methodical in his choice of words, even in his actions. He’d come to a conclusion that he’d refused to tell me. And still the little voice inside my head continued to nag, jabbing my mind that I knew his name from somewhere. I could only assume from business dealings with my father, but how? Whatever the reason, learning my full name had altered our relationship.
I wasn’t even certain what you could call the events we’d shared. Only two days of… The truth was that the time spent was ex
citing as well as eye opening, forcing me to face the fears I’d been pushing away my entire life. I was terrified of finding someone like my father. I was horrified that I’d be coerced into living a life that held nothing but secrets and lies.
I was petrified that in the end, I’d become exactly like my father.
Shivering from the thought, I stood at the kitchen window, watching him cutting additional wood. I’d heard the initial newscast and two others, all eyes on the aftermath of the storm. There were several search parties, at least according to the reports, but very limited headway was being made. The snow was too deep, the elements too icy. However, I knew instinctively this would be our last day together. Razer was practiced in his skills, performing the duty as if the act was a matter of life or death. His muscles were bulging, every swing of the ax aggressive. The man was angry, bitter.
Palming the glass, an icy chill clung to my fingers. All I wanted was to be able to spend more time with the man I couldn’t dare to love. What would Daddy say about my choice in men? A snicker was unavoidable. My father would do everything in his power to destroy Razer. Why did I have suspicions there was more than one reason? I forced myself to back away from the window, breaking the connection. The same nagging remained, jabbing into the pit of my stomach. I was drawn to the office, the little room I’d mistaken as a closet. When I’d asked about the boxes, his only answer had been personal records, vital to him no matter where he went.
I knew he was lying.
He was hiding elements, parts of himself from me. Was I too young? Too inexperienced? Was he afraid I’d run from the man he truly was? I had no way of knowing. I sighed and turned away, fighting the urge to find out the truth for myself. What good would it do? Would the knowledge soothe the fear creating holes in my heart? I cleaned up the kitchen and tried to listen to music, but nothing was calming the jabs from that damn voice. I took a sip of wine and glanced over my shoulder. He would be a while at least. Damn it! Betraying his confidence could undermine everything, breaching what little trust we’d pieced together.