by Selena Kitt
"Come with me, Betsy."
He increased the strength of his thrusts, his fingers keeping her clit in a position so that she felt every stroke of his cock against it as he buried himself balls deep. When she began to stiffen, he repeated his order. "That's right, baby. Come with me."
"Jack!" she screamed as her entire body contracted and he felt his seed explode and fill her for the first time. It was several moments before he felt her legs slide from around him and he rolled to his side, drawing her to him. She placed her head on his chest, both of them breathing hard.
"I love you, Betsy."
"I love you," she said and then lifted her head to meet his gaze. "Can we do that again?"
His laugh was as loud as her earlier scream. "Yes, honey, we'll be doing that over and over and over again."
"Promise?"
She squealed and giggled when he swatted her bottom before rolling her beneath him again. "Oh, yes, my dearest Betsy, I promise."
* * *
Four days later, he found himself swatting her bottom a bit harder.
"Ow!" she yelped, drawing the upper half of her body out from the cabinet where she had been lining the shelving with paper. "What was that for?"
"Betsy, I said to get ready. We are supposed to be on our honeymoon, remember?"
"I just wanted…" Seeing his eyebrow quirk, she changed direction. "I mean, yes, sir. I'll be ready in a flash.
"That's my girl," Jack said, his smile causing her tummy to flip. God, all he had to do was look at her and she melted.
When she was ready, he took her hand and led her from the house they'd been assigned near Schofield Barracks. While she was anxious to begin turning their house into a home, she understood that the majority of their belongings could be weeks in arriving. As Jack helped her into the jeep he'd borrowed, bending to give her a kiss, she decided that he was right. There would be time enough for lining shelves and unpacking. Until then, she was already wondering what new sights he had planned for today.
"Where are we going? The beach?"
"Not today."
"Then why are we wearing bathing suits under our clothes?"
"Because the Army might frown on one of their officers driving around in nothing but swimming trunks."
She shook her head and giggled. "So, you aren't going to tell me?"
"Nope," he said, giving her a quick glance and a grin. "Just sit back and enjoy the scenery."
"That I can do," she said, her blonde curls blowing in the breeze and her blue eyes darting about as they left the post behind and began to climb. She laughed again as she bounced on the seat when he turned off the paved road and began taking what could be better described as dirt tracks rather than roads. It was another twenty minutes before he pulled off into a grassy area.
Looking around, she wasn't quite sure why they had stopped. All she could see were trees, tall grasses and dust swirling from the jeep's passage.
"Why'd we stop?"
"Loose lips sink ships, you know."
She laughed and stuck out her tongue as he lifted her from the jeep. "Yes, but, my darling, you're in the Army." Her next sound was another yelp when his palm connected with the back of her sundress.
"I'll soon be teaching you how to use that tongue, my naughty girl," he said, and she felt her tummy flip and moisture begin to gather in her bathing suit.
He took her hand and grabbed the picnic basket from the back of the jeep. She shrugged as she walked alongside him, not really caring where they went as long as they went together. After fifteen minutes of hiking, Jack having to help her over some large roots and rocks, they stepped out of the trees and she gasped at the sight of a large pool of water. Her eyes traveled upwards to the waterfall plunging over the rocks of a cliff.
"Oh my, it's beautiful!"
"I thought you'd like it," Jack said with a grin, setting the basket down and pulling her into his arms.
She looked up into his eyes. "God, Jack, it's like I imagine Eden." He bent to kiss her and she felt her body instantly respond. When he released her and began to strip, she kicked off her sandals and pulled her dress over her head, anxious to get into the water. When she straightened from placing her clothing on top of the picnic basket, she gasped.
"Jack!"
"What?" he said, his lips curled into a smile.
"You're… you're naked!"
"Hmm, and there's not a fig tree in sight," he teased, stepping towards her and slipping the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulders, lowering it until her nipples were exposed, both tightening instantly.
She knew she was dripping and hadn't yet dipped a toe into the pool. Her entire body was tingling even as her eyes darted about. "Jack, it's naughty…"
He grinned again before bending forward and kissing first one nipple and then the other as he continued to pull her suit down. "You'll find, Mrs. Sommersby, that sometimes naughtiness is not only acceptable, it is a great deal of fun."
She giggled and stepped out of the suit, standing as naked as he. "Remind me to remind you of that fact the next time you are spanking me."
He laughed and extended his hand. Slipping hers into it, she followed him into the water. It might be naughty, but swimming naked beside him was also very arousing. As they neared the waterfall, she stopped swimming and treaded water. "Jack, I can't. The force of the water keeps pushing me back."
"We'll do it together," he assured her. "Take a deep breath and don't let go of my hand."
She obeyed without question and when he dove, pulling her alongside him, she found it far easier to swim beneath the falls. Popping up on the other side, she discovered a hidden grotto. They were concealed by the waterfall, droplets splashing back onto them until Jack drew her forward and she found herself pulled onto his lap when he sat on a natural rock shelf.
"Thank you, Jack, this is magical."
"You are welcome." He ran his hands against her naked skin until she was squirming, his erection pressed between their bodies. "Now, Mrs. Sommersby, I seem to recall making you a promise."
"A promise?" she asked, her nipples puckering tightly as he ran his thumbs across them.
"Yes, I promised to teach you that pleasure could be given from what you so lovingly termed my 'wicked hands'."
"Oh," she said with a smile, arching her back as his fingers closed around her nipples, pulling just enough to cause sparks to shoot straight to her lady-bits.
"Oh, indeed," he said a moment before he lifted her to slide his cock into her body and lowered his mouth to hers, his hands dropping to cup her bottom cheeks, to lift her up and down until she learned the rhythm. She gasped with the first slap to her bottom, the sharp sting like a bolt of lightning to her core. The second had her biting her bottom lip as she felt her juices began to flow, lubricating the large cock she was riding. The pounding of the falls hid the cries of pleasure that came from behind them. He continued to spank and then rub her cheeks until she screamed her completion, followed by his own shout as he filled her.
* * *
They'd lain on the grass by the pool, Jack feeding her slices of the mango he'd plucked from a nearby tree and peeled with his knife. He grinned as she proclaimed it far tastier than any fig. He'd taken her yet again, gently worshipping her body until she once more caused birds to take flight with her cries. After another swim, he helped her back into her suit and chuckled at the look on her face.
"It's okay, sweetheart. We'll return to Eden."
"Thank you for such a perfect day, Jack," she said, bending forward to kiss him for a moment before he helped her out of the jeep once they'd returned home.
"You're welcome," he said, reaching for the picnic basket. "Why don't you check the mail before we go in?"
He followed behind her as she went to the mailbox at the end of their sidewalk. The sexy sway of her hips beneath her dress almost caused him to forget about her errand. When she began to giggle, turning to him, he didn't know what to think.
"Oh, Jack," she said, runn
ing the few steps necessary to throw herself into his arms. When she reached with her hands to cup his face, it wasn't until after she kissed him that he realized she was holding a letter in each hand.
"Jane was right, we are absolutely perfect for each other!" Smiling, she pressed one of the envelopes into his hand and he began to smile, seeing the light lilac color.
"I wanted you to have your first letter in our home to come from me," Jack said and then chuckled. "Evidently, my little minx had the exact same thought."
They walked hand in hand up the sidewalk and, once inside, he put the picnic basket on the foyer table and pulled her into his arms.
"I just want you to know, my dearest Betsy, that right here, right now, having you in my arms is paradise and the only Eden I'll ever need."
The End
Maggie Ryan
#1 International and award winning best selling author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.
I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.
I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.
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By
Zoe Blake
Chapter One
"Forget the T.V. It's too heavy. Grab the iPad!"
Conner opened one eye and quickly shut it against the glaring afternoon sun. Dammit, in his exhaustion, he'd forgotten to close the bedroom shades.
"Don't worry about the clothes or the cheap stuff."
Conner rolled onto his stomach, tossing a pillow over his head to block out the two female voices from across the hall. Telling himself he didn't give a damn what they were about. After twenty-two hours in the dank cargo hold of a C-17, with two hundred other men on a flight from Afghanistan to Washington with a five hour layover in Germany, he didn't care if they were murdering someone next door, all he wanted was sleep.
"What about the bastard's PlayStation?"
"Fucking smash it to pieces!"
That's it, thought Conner. Murder was one thing, but standing by while another man's PlayStation got destroyed, even a stranger's, was another. It was a guy thing.
Jumping out of bed, heedless of his half-naked state, he confidently strode across the small apartment, promptly smashing his toe into some random boxes in the middle of the living room floor. "God damn it!" he ground out as he limped for a step or two. The short burst of pain did not improve his already sour mood.
The apartment was not his. Having gotten in at a little after three am, Conner didn't have a chance to really get the lay of the terrain before face-planting in the bed. Having no home of his own, he was crashing at a buddy's during a five week leave. Knowing his friend, he should have guessed the place would be barely furnished and littered with half-empty moving boxes. His friend spent almost as much time deployed overseas as he did.
Ten years ago, Conner had walked away from a tenured professorship to become a Marine. His friends and family blamed his failed marriage. Said he was just confused and going through a phase. Bullshit. Men didn't go through phases. It was simple. He'd married the wrong woman when he was too young. Fate stepped in and saved him. Well, fate in the shape of a rich car dealer. His wife wanted pretty sparkly things, and Conner wanted more out of life than a shallow wife who only wanted pretty, sparkly things. All's well that ends well. The ink was drying on his enlistment papers before it dried on his divorce papers. He sold everything he owned and had been living only for the Corp ever since. He had never been happier. His life had purpose. He made a difference. He relished his role as protector and fighter.
Although, at this particular moment, there were two unknown females who were going to need protection from him.
* * *
Sage was breaking the law. It was for a good reason, but somehow she didn't think the cops would see it that way if they got caught. It was all in the service of her long-time friend, Melissa. Sage loved her friend dearly but Melissa also dearly tried her patience. For all her intelligence, Melissa had rubbish taste in men. This last one was a real doozy. After two weeks of dating, her friend was 'in love' and had moved in with 'Ricardo'. It took half that time to realize Ricardo was not his real name… shocker! Sage's friend's Lying Latin Lover had also run up Melissa's credit cards, put a mysterious large dent in the passenger door of her car, and stolen her iPhone. The last straw for Sage had been when Melissa showed up at her apartment with a black eye.
It had taken two bottles of pinot grigio, one disgusting roll of raw cookie dough, and both The Notebook and Sleepless in Seattle, but Melissa finally agreed to leave the lying, probably cheating, bastard. The only problem was that the apartment was technically his. So they had waited till he'd left for work to sneak in/break in to retrieve Melissa's stuff and, well… perhaps do a little payback while they were there.
Sage was desperately shoving Melissa's belongings into a tiny Hello Kitty suitcase. Why a twenty-eight-year-old
woman had a Hello Kitty suitcase was a conversation that would have to wait for another time. During the euphoric high from too much wine and ridiculously raised romantic expectations (she blamed Hollywood), this had all seemed like a great idea, but now Sage was terrified that Melissa's somewhat large, violent boyfriend could return at any moment. She needed to get Melissa out of here.
At that moment, the front door crashed open. Sage's heart stopped. Filling the doorway was over six feet of very angry male. Correction. Over six feet of practically naked, very angry male. Good lord! The man was a huge wall of solid muscle, from his broad chest to his thickly toned arms. He even had the deep ridges from six pack abs that you usually only see in magazine underwear ads. Speaking of underwear: he was wearing navy blue Calvin Klein's that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sage reflexively swallowed. If that was what his cock looked like flaccid, it must be positively frightening fully aroused! The illicit thought sent a deep flush to her already pink cheeks. Needing to distract herself from this stranger's large cock, Sage dragged her eyes up to his face. Big mistake.
Christ! The man was gorgeous. Right down to his slightly crooked nose. Probably broken in a fight, Sage mused. Yes, a fight. Where he got all sweaty and worked up… and… and…
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Conner growled.
The deep, masculine voice startled Sage out of her schoolgirl daydream.
"Your eyes match your underwear," she blurted out.
"What?" he asked, thoroughly confused.
Sage just stood there, mouth agape. Mortified. While it was true that his eyes were a deep blue that perfectly matched the dark blue underwear that still hugged his considerable package, she had no intention of telling him so! She had no choice but to go on the offensive.
"I meant… just what do you think you are doing barging in here?" Sage ordered in her most haughty, commanding voice.
Conner ran his hand down his face. Reaching deep into his training for calm and discipline. First: some recon.