by Anya Summers
Mia blinked back the moisture filling her gaze. Overcome, she couldn’t find the words to thank him. So she said nothing and focused on the plate in front of her. She nibbled on her food.
“It’s really good, Mia.”
She glanced across the table. “So, since we are stuck here presumably until tomorrow, what are we going to do all day?”
The heated gaze he tossed her way caused her entire body to tingle.
“I know we can’t do that all day long,” she said with a huff, hoping it hid the blush she could feel spreading into her cheeks. The man made her blush constantly.
“Wanna bet, city girl?” he muttered, his voice dangerously low.
“Okay, well, we’re not doing that all day long,” she replied.
“Tired of me already?” he teased with a lopsided grin.
“No. And you’re doing this on purpose.”
Cole chuckled. “And if I am?”
“It’s not very nice to tease me like that. You know I can’t say no to you, I mean, just look at you,” she said, flustered beyond measure.
He stood and hauled her into his arms. “City girl, you should never tell a man you can’t resist him.”
She dropped her head to his chest. “I know. But you tricked me.”
His hands caressed her back, but instead of drawing her into another torrid lovemaking session, he said, “Why don’t you avail yourself of the shower and I’ll get the dishes.”
“So we’re not going to…”
“Oh, we will. But we have all day. Go on. I’ve got it handled in here.”
He kissed her forehead and shooed her into the bathroom, leaving her to wonder if once again, she had let someone know too much about her. Joe had hated her dirty little secret. That was what he’d called her anxiety.
When she started the shower, she noticed her hand trembling. She tried to not think of Cole’s dismissal as a brush off, but her insecurity got the better of her and the hot splash of tears trickled down her cheeks.
Chapter 18
Cole stood at the kitchen sink and stared at the snow-covered land beyond the window. The snowstorm was beginning to taper off. Finally. But not before it had dumped a good two feet on them. The pristine stillness of the land that normally offered him peace and contentment barely dented his current mindset.
The sound of the water running reached his ears.
It had taken every ounce of control inside Cole not to join her. Mia had been a revelation. Her body, her passion, how she responded to his dominance—it all served to make him crave the scorching heat of her pussy clamped around his dick once more.
He scraped a hand over his face. He was at a loss on how to proceed with her. Especially when all he wanted was to bury himself inside her and let the rest of the world fade away.
So why hadn’t he joined her in the damn shower when it had been crystal clear on her visage that she wanted his company?
She’d stood before him, vibrating with desire, an offer to join her in the shower blazing in her eyes, her body flush with need. And he’d had to fight to remain unaffected. Clothed in his shirt, her hair mussed, her lips swollen, he’d never seen a lovelier sight.
Except he needed a moment to catch his breath.
Cole wasn’t fanciful and didn’t spend his life daydreaming. He worked hard. Enjoyed the simple things. Spent his time, his job, doing what he loved. He kept his interactions with women confined to the club, and never brought them home with him, never allowed a submissive to matter for more than the night and scene.
But—and Mason had been right, damn him—Cole hadn’t made room in his life for a relationship, or even the possibility of one. When Lana died, he’d thought a part of himself had died with her, along with his hopes for a wife and family of his own. In those first few years, there had been a hole, an emptiness that no manner of solitude in the untamed wilderness he loved, no amount of willing flesh at the club had been able to fill.
But little by little, he had begun to feel human again; feel that even though the dreams he’d had for his life were now buried under six feet of dirt, he could carve out new dreams for himself. To see the Black Elkhorn Lodge thrive, to build his own home.
Nothing had prepared him for Mia. Her wounded expression had reached the darkness in him, the bleak outlook he’d had that he would spend his days alone. As he drew her out into the sunlight and watched the shadows under her eyes fade, parts of his soul were mending and infusing him with hope. Like a skittish horse that had never known much in the way of kindness, she was finally allowing him near, and it was intoxicating to know that he was the only one being granted such an entry into her world. He’d not missed the wonder in her passionate gaze, nor the way her eyes had widened in shock at each new pleasurable morsel. While she’d not been a virgin, Cole had gleaned from her responses that her scope and experience with sex had been limited, and likely as vanilla as one could get. And that he’d been the one to introduce her to a wealth of ecstasy.
He wanted her. Again. Now.
He feared that he had unknowingly opened Pandora’s box and didn’t think he’d ever be the same again.
He’d held himself back, even spying the hurt in her eyes at his refusal. He’d fought himself and the need to erase the flash of pain and disappointment. If he hadn’t, he would have tossed her over his shoulder and had her back in his bed, and would be balls deep inside her presently. Not that she would have fought him off. Quite the opposite, apparently.
Cole’s real problem wasn’t whether he desired Mia. He did—so fucking much, it upended his carefully constructed world. Originally, he’d thought a few hot bouts of sex would expel her from his system. That once he’d sampled her delightful charms, he’d be satisfied and could go on his merry way.
That’s what normally happened. It was why it was easy for him to maintain a careful distance with the submissives. And he’d been able, for the most part, to keep his dalliances to the club. If he wanted a woman, he went to Cuffs & Spurs, selected one from the bevy of available subs, and proceeded to screw her brains out after a good flogging or caning or whatever else the scene called for. He was, while not excessively happy, at least content with his life.
However, in all his thirty-five years, he had only had one other woman stir him this way. And, in truth, as much as he had loved Lana, there were times when he wondered if it would have lasted, whether it had been deep enough to go the distance. And then guilt would swamp him over his disloyalty to her memory and to what they’d been to each other.
Mia touched him, deeply. Much more than he was comfortable with. He genuinely liked the woman and enjoyed her company. She was far more intelligent than he, and braver than anyone he’d ever met. He was relishing watching her blossom. In the short time he’d known her, she’d begun emerging from her protective cocoon. That took guts and heart.
And he’d not gotten his fill of her, not by a long shot. Deep down, he worried that he would never have enough of her. That she had already wriggled her way into a part of him that he’d never thought another woman would touch.
For the first time in forever, he wanted more than a simple one-night fling. With a woman who didn’t know the ropes, or what it truly meant to be submissive—although she had done a damn fine job with the little bit he’d introduced her to.
Mia called forth his protective instincts and made him burn just to hear another one of her breathy moans or sweet cries of bliss. Could she be submissive? She did like to please. Could he train her, turn her into a fully-fledged sub? The thought of it, that he would be able to craft her submission, to cultivate her desires and mold her into the submissive of his dreams, was a heady aphrodisiac to his senses. That was in addition to the avalanche of lust she evoked in him and the insane need he harbored to have her, again, mere seconds after spilling inside her.
He’d finished washing the dishes when she padded out of the bedroom. The tendrils of her wet hair spilled over her delicate shoulders. Her skin was flushed rosy from
the heat of the shower.
“You look refreshed.”
He moved around the cabin, creating a makeshift pallet before the fireplace. He wanted to see her with the fire glowing on her skin, with passion illuminating her from the inside out.
“The shower is nice. And no visitors this time,” she said, her gaze tracking his movements.
He didn’t miss the disappoint lacing her words. The insinuation that she would have liked it if he had joined her once again.
“Strip and have a seat down here on the pillows,” he commanded.
“What?” she asked, a catch in her throat. Cole glanced over, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Yeah, she liked being told what to do. They were going to push a few boundaries with this session.
“That’s what, Sir? I want you naked and on this very fine pallet I’ve made for you,” he said, schooling his features, making them appear stern.
She bit her lower lip, her hands gripping the hem of his sweatshirt. She pulled it up, revealing the gentle curve of her hips and her bare pussy, then the small expanse of her belly. When her breasts came into view, he nearly sawed off his damn tongue. They were perfect. Truly. The ivory globes filled his hands. But it was the blush tipped nipples, beaded into hard points, that made him growl low in his throat. They tended to blaze red after his attentions.
“Mia? Do you want me to spank you?” he murmured.
At his suggestion, her body appeared to vibrate, her lips parted, and he noticed her pupils dilate.
“By god, I think you do. I want you on your hands and knees with your delectable ass up in the air.”
“Cole, I don’t think… I mean, I don’t know. It’s wrong, isn’t it? It will hurt and I-I-I…” she lowered her face, her body flushing.
He strode over, cupped her face with both hands and lifted her gaze to his. She kept her eyes lowered and her luscious lower lip trembled.
“Mia, desire isn’t wrong. Different people enjoy different things. In BDSM, we don’t censor or judge, as long as it’s safe, sane, and consensual. I’m asking you to try it. If you don’t like it, fine, we can stop. All you have to do is use the safeword I gave you last night—pearl. But at least then you will know. Your mind may not be fully on board, but your body is. Your body is telling me what it wants, and I bet if I dipped my fingers into your sweet little pussy, they’d find you wet.”
Her eyes widened. Her pulse fluttered in her neck. Her tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip.
“So, I will tell you again. I want you on your hands and knees, your ass up in the air, ready for my hand and my cock.” And he stepped back. It had to be her choice. If she backed off, and didn’t do as he instructed, their little fling would be at an end. Cole couldn’t be something he wasn’t, and he had never been a vanilla type of guy.
The only sounds in the cabin were the crackling of the fire and the wind rattling the windows. Mia’s fists were clenched. Every supple curve was infused with tension. Cole could see the battle she waged with herself, between what she had known and going after what she wanted. Because she did want him. There was no doubt in his mind.
“What’s it to be, city girl?” he asked.
Chapter 19
On unsteady legs and with a last glance at Cole’s handsome face, Mia knelt on the blankets. She lowered her torso and rested her upper body on her elbows.
She jumped when his hands caressed her back.
“Easy, city girl. I must say, seeing you like this is about the hottest thing I’ve seen in a good long while.”
Cole’s hands were wonderful, the long fingers firm as they explored.
“We’ll start with a few swats to this gorgeous ass of yours, so I can see how you respond. If at any time something hurts too much or feels wrong, I want you to use your safeword. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Fear mingled with anticipation. Cole’s hands kneaded and stroked her bottom, the tips of his fingers traveling perilously close to her pussy. The way he caressed her put her into a trance. Her eyes closed as she sighed.
She was completely unprepared when one of his hands pulled away and cracked against her bottom. The sound of his flesh whacking against hers disturbed the stillness. She yelped. She couldn’t help it. Her eyes filled with moisture. Her butt throbbed.
At the next hard swat, she cried out, “Cole!”
“Easy, Mia. Take a deep breath.”
She did as he instructed.
“Now let go. Let yourself feel what’s happening in your body and know I will be there with you every step of the way.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
She inhaled a deep breath, trying to relax, trying not to remain stiff in anticipation of the blow. When his hand landed against her rump with a solid thwack, she whimpered. Her behind burned. The sting caused a tear to fall. And then another.
But Cole didn’t relent; his hand cracked against her bottom again and again.
It began slowly at first, which was why she didn’t notice it sooner. Well, that and the shock of being spanked. She was a grown woman, for pity’s sake.
But there was this scorching heat in her bum that began bleeding into other regions of her body. Her nipples beaded into hard points. Her pussy throbbed after each spank. She knew if she touched herself, she’d find herself sopping wet between her thighs. Her hands fisted in the blankets and she realized she was looking forward to the next swat, like she had earlier when he’d smacked her pussy.
Mia didn’t understand why her body was responding this way. She had never considered herself into this stuff. And yet Cole was proving her wrong, showing her so much more about herself than she knew with his hands and his body.
“Hmm. Your body is enjoying it. Your pussy is weeping with dew. Are you up for more?” he asked, his baritone laced with lust.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy and needy.
“That’s good, city girl.”
He ratcheted up the pace and ferocity of his swats. The pain was transforming quickly now. At one point, Mia realized the breathy little mewls she kept hearing were coming from her. But by then, she didn’t care. She was aroused beyond anything she’d experienced before. Her body felt like it was strung up on a tight rope.
No one was more surprised than Mia when, with Cole’s next hard whack against her rear, she climaxed. Hard. Her pussy throbbed and quaked.
“Oh God!” she wailed, riding the waves of pleasure flooding her system.
But Cole didn’t allow her to come down from her orgasm before the thick head of his cock prodded her entrance. And then he thrust deep. His hands gripped her hips as he pounded her spasming sheath.
Mia keened.
This wasn’t the languid loving from earlier. His cock hammered her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit. His thrusts were brutal. The crest slammed against the lip of her womb. The pleasure-pain only added to the enflamed heat of their coupling. To put it bluntly, Cole was fucking her senseless.
Her brain had put up the on-vacation sign, and her body craved him. It rejoiced in his handling of her, that she finally had a man who knew exactly what to do with her body, as if he had discovered her secret treasure map and had claimed her body as his own personal playground.
Cole’s strokes plundered and sent her into a spiral of ultimate pleasure.
When one of his thumbs prodded her rear, she moaned long and deep. She’d never had a man do that before. And her entire body felt like it was being incinerated.
“Fuck, I wish I had some lube handy. I’d love to fuck your little rosette,” he muttered around a growl.
“I have… some… with me,” she gasped as he buried his thumb completely while shuttling his cock in hard strokes.
But then he stilled. Mia wailed, trying to wriggle her hips.
“You have lube?”
She nodded, then realized he probably couldn’t see it. She said, “Yes. In my backpack.”
Cole slid out and said, “Don’t mo
ve. I’ll be right back.”
She whimpered. She was so near climax again she wanted to cry. She heard Cole unzip and rifle through her backpack.
He chuckled as he padded back over to her and knelt. “I’ve gotta say, city girl, I’m surprised that you have this. Not that I’m complaining, because now I can take that pretty back hole.”
She moaned.
“Ever had anyone take you there?”
“No.”
“I’ll be as gentle as I can be. The way your ass gripped my thumb, fuck, I nearly came then and there,” he murmured.
Then his cock slid back inside her pussy and she mewled. His strokes weren’t as fast as before, but then she knew why. He slathered lube over her anus, and then began inserting a finger into her back channel. He pressed forward until his entire finger was buried deep. The sensation of dual penetration was incredible. Her pussy grasped at Cole’s cock and her ass stretched and tingled.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head when he began thrusting his finger in and out of her ass in tandem with his shaft sliding in and out of her pussy. She gripped the blanket beneath her more firmly, trying to hold on to something. Once the first finger glided in and out smoothly, he added a second one, stretching the taut muscles. She breathed deeply, her back channel on fire, combined with the tightening in her pussy.
Mia climaxed. Her pussy spasmed around Cole’s cock but he didn’t stop or slow. Instead, he added a third digit to her ass. She moaned long and loud.
She was on this incredible high of ecstasy.
Cole added a fourth finger to her rear while plowing her pussy, his cock pistoning in and out. Mia climaxed again, unable to quell the rising tide as it lashed against her body.
“Cole!” She wailed. Her body quaked and trembled.