by Suzy Shearer
Anyway, from the shelter there was a vast grass area leading to the pier and the boat house. A wide sandstone path wound down to the jetty. I was fortunate there was a path because the grass needed mowing. Thank goodness it was the start of winter, because if it was summer it would have been up to my waist. I walked to the end of the jetty, then sat and dangled my feet. It was as if I was miles away instead of half an hour from my home and the hustle and bustle of Hornsby. I breathed in deep, fresh air with a slightly salty, fishy tang, as well as the light scent of eucalyptus—not surprising considering the amount of bushland surrounding the house.
I sat there for about twenty minutes, until it started to get cold, then I wandered back to the house. Going into the kitchen, I made myself a coffee. Opening one of the sliding doors, I stepped out onto the deck, glancing up and down the river. It was truly magnificent.
Leaning on the railing, I watched a few boats wend their way up past the house. A little later, a houseboat came into view and anchored not far from the curve in the river on the opposite side. I watched as they broke out fishing poles, a man, a woman, and a child. It was very peaceful.
The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky and as I watched, about a dozen kangaroos hopped out from the safety of the trees and began feeding on the grass—natural lawn mowers. John would love to know he had his own. Maybe he already did. I’d ask when he woke.
About twenty minutes later, strong arms wrapped me in a warm embrace. Turning in them, I faced John.
“How do you feel?”
“A lot better.”
“Maybe next time you’ll listen to me.”
He kissed my nose and said, “Maybe next time I will.”
I turned back within the circle of his arms to face the water again.
“Did you know you have a mob of kangaroos?”
“A what?”
“Kangaroos, you have a group of them. A bunch of them is called a mob and you have one. Think there’s about a dozen kangaroos in it.”
“I do? Where?” He craned his neck to check over the wooden railing.
“They’ve gone back into the bush now, but they came out around sunset and ate your grass. I think you’ll find they are living here.”
“Oh wow! That’s exciting. Do you think they’ll be back tomorrow night?”
“Possibly. They come out usually in the early mornings and at dusk. You’ll have to keep an eye out for them.”
“That’s why I wanted to get the outdoor furniture. I sat out here once but it took ages to get back on my feet.”
I laughed and shook my head at him. “You haven’t been down to the pier yet, have you? I think I remember you saying that.”
“Not yet. I didn’t know how my leg would cope with all those steps. The three levels of the house are enough.”
“Well, I did, and you have an outdoor area at the bottom of the stairs just before that grass area starts.” I pointed. “See that rocky outcrop? Well, that extends and someone has made a paved area with a weatherproof roof. It’s quite large.”
“I’ll have to go see.”
“Not until your leg is better, you won’t.”
Sounding a little like a petulant child he whined, “But I want to see it.”
“I’ll wander down tomorrow and take some photos on my phone so you can see what I mean.”
“Okay, but I’m going to see it soon,” he warned. He rested his chin on my shoulder then kissed my neck. “I think I’d better feed you. What about a pizza?”
“Okay, hun.”
“I’ll ring and order some. It’s too late to cook now.”
He straightened and I turned to him.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep, Anabelle.”
“John, it didn’t bother me. I understand. You overdid things, that’s all.”
“I promise I will listen to you next time.”
“Good.”
Chapter Sixteen
John
I’m a right git!
We’d gone shopping and had a blast, but I insisted on doing more even when Anabelle said no. No wonder I ended up barely able to walk. All I could do was thank the heavens that I found Anabelle, because I didn’t know of many other women who’d put up with me.
Our long weekend was perfect. On Monday, some of the furniture was delivered and the rest came on Thursday. We had fun setting up what had arrived. My barbecue was delivered, but it wouldn’t be installed until later in the week, which meant we couldn’t test it out. Anabelle kept telling me how much she loved the house and it made me very happy. I hoped eventually she’d move in permanently.
She was in my life now and I intended for her to remain—I adored her dearly and with each passing day that love only deepened. She was on my mind continually and I kept planning ways to make her happy.
I drove her to work on Wednesday morning and I thought she was as sad as I was that the weekend was over. When I suggested we make it a permanent arrangement, she hesitated.
“Are you sure, John?”
“Sure? Heavens, it’s the one thing in this world I am sure about. When I thought I’d never see you again, I was certain my world was crumbling around me. I had no interest in anything. All I could think of was that I’d lost you. Now I’ve found you again. My heart is singing. I never want to be apart from you.”
She searched my face and then she gave me one of those beautiful smiles that lit up her eyes.
“In that case, I’d love to.”
That night I picked her up after work and took her back to the apartment. Somehow, I ended up spending the night, but the next morning she insisted on taking herself to work. She explained Thursday nights she often had late appointments. She never knew what time she’d get away from the salon. I could see her point so I didn’t see her again until I took her to dinner on Friday night.
It was funny. We’d only now found each other again, but not seeing her Thursday night made me rather lost. I was sure all day Thursday and most of Friday I kept thinking I’d never see her again.
When I lost her, my heart had shattered and then to find her again, I was like a man renewed. I guessed that was why I missed her. Maybe part of me worried this was all a dream and she wasn’t back in my life.
Anyway, I picked her up from her apartment on Saturday afternoon and we took in a movie. After the movie we had dinner before driving back to the house. That meant Anabelle could stay through until Wednesday morning. Life couldn’t get any better unless she moved in permanently.
We had coffee in the sitting room overlooking the deck and river. I heard Anabelle give a huge sigh. I turned my head and watched her.
“It’s peaceful here. As soon as I arrived, all the stress of the week just disappears.”
“I’m glad. Now you have the next three days to relax.”
“Have you seen your kangaroos?”
“Yep, most mornings they’re out and I’ve seen them once in the evening. They’re doing a good job of eating the grass, but I think I’ll need to get someone in to mow.”
“Good idea. There’s a lot of grass down there. It’s winter now and it won’t grow too much, but come summer, it will go absolutely crazy. If I were you, I’d leave a little area for the kangaroos.”
“I wonder what other animals are hiding in the bush.”
“Oh you’ll have plenty. There’ll be possums, both ring-tail and brush tail. Bandicoots, koalas, and your kangaroos. Wallabies, echidnas, and lots of bats. Lots of other animals and birds. Oh, and wombats.”
“Wombats! Like Rolly?”
“Yep, just like Rolly. There’ll be others too, the list would be very long.”
I couldn’t believe the amount of animals Anabelle was listing, and to think there would be my very own Rolly. I hoped I manage to see one. This was so different from my home in England. I lived right in the middle of London and pigeons with the occasional swans and ducks were the most I’d see. Here, I’d seen birds of every imaginable shape and size, lots of them. They were brightly
colored and rather noisy, but I’d grown to love it.
“There are lots of birds that come around. Some of them in big flocks and they are brightly colored. They arrive when the sun rises and are rather noisy.”
“Probably Rainbow Lorikeets if they are colored.”
“They’re red, blue, green, and yellow.”
“Okay, then that’s what they’d be.”
“There’s some bigger birds too. Very noisy. Some are white, some of them are pink and gray. There’s some black ones too.”
She laughed. “You’ll have to get used to them. Cockatoos—very noisy. There are a lot of different types and most are extremely loud.”
“Have to admit my first few weeks here I found it difficult to sleep in. They’d all be screeching, but I’m getting used to it now and kind of like it.”
“You’ll have a lot of bird life here, from the very large to the very tiny. Oh and there’s snakes. We’ll have to be careful in the warmer months.”
“Snakes? Are they dangerous ones?”
“Well, there’ll be Red-Bellies and Browns, yes, very dangerous. Though if you be careful when you walk through the bushland on the property, they shouldn’t bother you.”
Fuck! Snakes!
I didn’t count on them, but then it made sense. I’d have to read up on them simply to be on the safe side. I must have appeared worried, and I was, because Anabelle touched my hand.
“It’s okay, John. They usually don’t bother people. It’s the Red-Back spiders and the Funnel Web spiders you need to watch for. Very nasty.”
“What! Shit. Ana, really?”
“Yes. Actually, we don’t worry about them. Make sure you get into the habit of not leaving shoes outside. If for some reason you do, shake your shoes before you put them on and if you work outside, be careful if you pick up rocks or move things.”
“Next you’ll tell me don’t go in the water.”
“Oh, well there would be sharks along here.”
I groaned, this sounded insane. “Christ, sounds more dangerous out here than when I was working as an agent.”
“Well, the most dangerous animals here are Drop Bears.”
“Drop Bears? Never heard of them.”
“They’re a type of Koala but very dangerous. They drop on you from the trees, hence the name. About the size of a large dog, they stun their prey when they drop on them, latching onto their neck. Long claws too. If they land on you, you can get some very serious cuts and bites. There’ve been reported deaths from Drop Bear attacks. They don’t seem afraid if the prey is much bigger than them. They’re ferocious.”
Fuck! Why hasn’t anyone warned be about this? So many fucking things trying to kill me. “Oh my God. Maybe I should move back to the city. Do you think they’re any of these Drop Bears around here?”
“Of course. Thankfully, you can do things to avoid being attacked.”
“What?”
“Vegemite behind the ears. You can put forks in your hair, but that’s out for you.”
I grimaced then scowled at her. Something wasn’t right. She seemed to be having difficulty keeping a straight face and then she burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry. You should have seen your face. You were ready to pack up and leave.”
“You mean there aren’t Drop Bears or spiders, sharks, or snakes?”
“Oh, there’s sharks and spiders and snakes, but alas no Drop Bears. It’s merely a tale Aussies use to scare tourists.”
“Shit, well, it worked. I was appropriately scared.”
She kept laughing, thinking she’d caught me. Time to show her what happens to naughty girls.
“Humph. Miss, you think it’s funny to tease me. You know what happens now?”
She slanted her head and squinted at me, puzzled.
“You get spanked.”
She drew a sharp breath and her eyes immediately dilated.
In my best Dom voice, I ordered, “Strip now!”
I loved the way she obeyed me now without hesitation. Man, I loved seeing her naked, all that gorgeous flesh—yum. Because of how cold it was outside, we’d lit a fire in the main great room. I ordered her to stand in front of it, I didn’t want her catching cold. I pulled one of the new chairs close to the fire, stripped off, and sat with her standing in front of me.
Reaching out, I grabbed one of her nipples and pulled. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back with a little moan.
“Open those eyes.”
I pulled harder until she had no choice but to stumble closer.
“Over my knees. Hold onto my ankles.”
Seeing that luscious bum of hers and smelling her arousal only got me harder. My cock was jabbing into her stomach. I struck. She groaned as I added four more in quick succession.
“Tell me why I’m punishing you.”
“Because I was a bad girl.”
“That’s right.”
I gave her another six. She was moaning loudly now and I rubbed a hand between her butt cheeks and down her slit. I love the smooth sensation of all that silky creamy goodness that coated my fingers. Pushing a finger inside her, she wriggled onto it. I smacked her with my other hand as I pulled my finger out.
“Keep still.”
“Sorry.”
Once more I pushed inside her. It was so warm and cozy, very wet. I pumped my finger in and out a few times then ran her juices up to her ass.
“I’m going to fuck this arse one day, but not today. Today I’m going to teach you what happens to naughty girls.”
She caught her breath. I gave her another smack simply because I could, and then I made her stand. Grabbing hold of my cock, I smirked at her.
“On your knees and suck this.”
My turn to drop my head back and close my eyes as she almost swallowed my dick. She held one hand around its base and with the other, she cupped my balls. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked.
“Yeah, baby, that’s right. Take it deep.”
I almost came as she seemed to relax her throat muscles and my cock sunk in further, wrapped tight in her mouth. Because I didn’t want to come yet, I pulled her off. She looked wild—her hair a mad halo, her eyes dilated. Her ass red with my hand prints across it. Her chest was heaving as she breathed rapidly.
“Suck my balls.”
Obeying me quickly, she sucked one testicle in. Somehow, I held back my groan. She rolled it around her mouth and popped it out before doing the same to the other. I had hold of my cock while she sucked and I was close, but I still didn’t want to come. I let her suck a few more times then told her to stand again.
“Straddle it.”
I intended to make her work for her orgasm. I was going to make sure she didn’t come quickly. Each time I felt the first stirrings of her muscles, I made her stand. I could see she was getting frustrated and I grinned to myself. I leaned forward and latched onto one of those sweet nipples and bit down—hard.
She screamed as I made her sink onto my dick again. I pushed her down hard onto my cock. She tried to rub her clit against my pubic bone. I bit down harder. She got the message.
Pushing and pulling her up and down in time with my thrusts, I was in heaven, but I thought she was in hell when I kept stopping. Finally, she gave a loud groan of part anger when I did it again.
“Do you want to come, my woman?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe I’ll let you later.”
“Damn you!”
“Tsk, tsk, naughty.”
I rammed her down hard on my cock. How could I explain how it?
That slick hot cunt was tight around my dick. It was as if that was where it belonged, velvety soft with tight slick walls that held me hard. As I slid back and forth, it was like this glove of sexy goodness that caressed my dick. Fucking her, letting her ride it. I wished I could keep it up all day but my own climax was close. I pushed her off and practically threw her onto the couch. Putting my right knee on the couch, I spread her legs wide. Then I shoved my
penis in as hard and deep as I could. Those tits of hers were jiggling madly with each thrust.
Grunting, I pummeled her cunt.
No other way to explain it. I fucked her hard. She was gasping, “Yes,” and I gave it to her.
As soon as I knew my prick about to explode, I pushed in as far as I could and filled that glorious cunt. At the same time, I pinched her clit—that was all it took to have her screaming and writhing as she came.
Her cunt grabbed hold of my cock and wouldn’t let it go. Her muscles began contracting, pulsing as wave after wave of her climax shook her. Somehow, I managed to pull out and drop onto the couch beside her. I was fucking panting like an old man, but boy was I happy.
I pulled her close to me and she almost burrowed herself into my chest. We both breathed heavy, eyes closed. Finally, I could hear my heart return to a normal rhythm and my breathing at last was regular. She peeped up at me and grinned.
“I’ll have to be naughty more often.”
“Ana, I need to talk to you.”
“Oh, this sounds serious.”
“It is. I told you I like to be in control. I like to do things to you. I know what’s safe and what’s not. Well, we need to know exactly how far I can go. I never, ever want to hurt you. I never want to do something that you don’t like. I have to know your limits, and, Anabelle, this is important. I will never overstep those limits. You say ‘no’ to something and that’s it, completely off the table and never mentioned again.
“Do you understand? I will always respect the things you say and will never overstep that boundary.”
“I understand.”
“Can we talk about things?”
“I guess so.”
I could see she was embarrassed, but we need to both know each other’s “no-go” zones, our likes and dislikes.
“You already know I like to hit, and I like bondage. Like to have you tied up. Is that okay?”
“I…” She cleared her throat. “I like being hit. I never thought I would but…” I loved the way she bit her thumb as she tried to get her nervousness under control. “I love it. It’s weird because that first couple of smacks really hurt, but then I want more and more. It’s such a turn on.”