by BJ Wane
“Madge, did you see the potato rolls over here?” Betty Griffin asked her friend, both women oblivious of her desire for them to hurry.
When they moved down the counter, she hissed at Marc, “Stop that before they see!”
Marc looked at her flustered face, saw the arousal she couldn’t hide in those expressive eyes, the worried mortification in her uneasy glances. Stepping closer to her side, blocking her even more from the two women, he squeezed her buttock with a simple, succinct reply. “No.” His look dared her to argue as he kneaded the fleshy mound then traced over the marks from the rubber spatula. Watching her with a keen eye, he slid one finger down her crack to dip between her moist folds. “I love your pussy,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s so tight,” he delved deeper, “and so warm,” he shifted to tease her clit, “and so wet.” Swirling his finger in her moisture, he coated it liberally with her juices before sliding back up her crack and moistening the tight rim of her anus.
“Marc,” she moaned, then bit her lip when he glared at her. Sending a swift glance at her customers, she added, “Sir. Please stop.”
“Cassie, dear, will you give me a deal on these two pies?” Betty asked.
“Yes, Mrs. Griffin. You can have both for the regular price of one,” she agreed without hesitation. Right then, with his finger tempting her anus with light, damp strokes, she’d agree to anything to get them out of there.
“Very good. I’ll take them and half a dozen of these dinner rolls.”
Much to her chagrin, he moved the one step over with her, making it look like he was helping her. Bending again to open the case, she couldn’t prevent a shocked gasp when his finger slid into her ass.
“Are you all right?” Mrs. Davies asked as she joined her friend. “You look flushed, Cassie.”
“I’m just warm from baking all day.” Setting the pies and rolls up on the counter, her desperate attempt to stifle her body’s reaction to his probing finger met with failure. “Will that be all?” She cursed her shaken voice and Marc under her breath.
“I haven’t made my selections yet,” Mrs. Davies said. “Marc, what do you suggest for Jim’s dessert tomorrow?”
She gripped the counter when he made a show of looking in the display case as he slipped his finger back down to her sheath, swirled it inside her until a climax threatened her composure and her business, before returning to slide into her tight back hole. Fingering her with slow, shallow dips, he pointed to a few chocolate éclairs.
“Those look good. Why don’t you get a few of them?”
“Good choice. Cassie, I’ll take two éclairs and four sourdough rolls, please.”
Cassie’s lip hurt from biting it again, perspiration coating her skin with her accelerated heartbeat. The soft, tantalizing strokes over sensitive nerve endings rarely touched made concentrating on wrapping up their purchases and ringing them up difficult. Thank God everything was down at the end of the counter where the cash register sat and she didn’t have to move around a lot. By the time the two women said their farewells and headed out the door with their purchases, she teetered on the verge of climax, unsure how much longer she could hold out.
“Ladies, would one of you mind turning the sign to Closed on your way out?”
“Certainly. You two have a nice day tomorrow. See you next week, Cassie dear.” Betty flipped the sign and shut the door behind her.
“Damn it, Marc,” Cassie hissed, turning her head. Before she could continue he had a tight grip of her hair and his lips latched onto hers. Moaning in defeat, she kissed him back, her tongue meeting his as he resumed finger fucking her ass.
“Bend over again,” Marc ordered when he released her mouth, the sight of her puffy lip ratcheting his arousal.
He’d gotten her into such a state she never considered resisting. Thankful she had closed the blinds over the front windows when the afternoon sun shone in, she leaned over the shorter counter next to the register. Cool air hit her bare skin as he flipped up her skirt, which did nothing to lower the heat pulsing between her anus and her vagina.
Sheathing himself in a condom, Marc grabbed her hips and thrust into her, the red stripes across her buttocks egging him on. As he ran his fingers over them, she released a flood of moisture over his dick. Chuckling, he pounded into her, burying himself over and over to the hilt, his balls bouncing against her thighs with each plunge. Cassie whimpered then cried out as her pussy tightened around him, drawing out his climax.
“That’s it, darlin’, come on my cock. Come for me now.” Releasing her hip, he spread her cheek and thrust a finger into her anus, setting up a pounding rhythm in her ass matching that in her pussy.
The dual stimulation along with his harsh command proved to be too much for Cassie and she let go, crying out with the pleasure as it ripped through her and sent her spiraling out of control. She had just stopped convulsing when she felt his cock swell with a jerk, his shout fast on the heels of hers. His climax triggered another one for her and she buried her head in her arms and rode out the pleasure, thankful her legs didn’t buckle under the onslaught and kept her from collapsing.
* * *
“Problem?” Jack asked him as he came into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Turning from the counter, steaming cup in hand, he waited patiently for Marc to answer.
Sighing, he took the last swallow of his tepid coffee before pushing back from the counter and taking his cup to the sink. After rinsing it out, he turned to look at Jack standing next to him, a light of understanding reflected in his dark eyes. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”
Chuckling, Jack’s reply lacked any sympathy for his plight. “Yup, ‘fraid so if your face this morning is any sign.” Slapping him none too gently on the back, he added, “It’s not so bad. You’ll get used to it.”
“Bite me.” His grumbled reply lacked any real irritation. He should’ve known by his first, instant response to seeing Cassie again he was screwed. But he didn’t have to like it. What if he gave her what she came looking for and she ran again? He wasn’t sure he would handle the regret and remorse too well if he failed her a second time. A person could only take so much failure when it revolved around someone special.
“I’d rather bite Morgan. Look, I was where you’re at six months ago and thankfully, I listened to your advice. You and Cassie may not have the years of friendship Morgan and I had before I took the plunge and gave in to her demands, but you have something. And that’s a good start.”
That was true, and it did make him feel better. He didn’t plan on letting her out of his sight until he removed the potential threat of a stalker, so he may as well forge ahead and see where he could take them, again. She knew the score this time, had even trained under another dom, something that still rubbed him the wrong way and that they would have to deal with sooner or later. But not today. She was off today, but he wasn’t. He and Jack had a scheduled hiking tour slated for this afternoon and that would be a perfect time to introduce her to a little outdoor bondage fun.
“I’d like to guide the first half of the hike to Eagle’s Lookout, if that’s all right with you.”
Jack’s smile said he knew what he had in mind. “Good idea. We’ll meet you there and bring them back. Good spot, secluded but the potential of being discovered won’t be lost on her. Mmm, I think I’ll head up there early with Morgan and kill a little time while we’re waiting for you. The last of our current guests will check out on Tuesday and our new group will start arriving Wednesday with the last of them checking in Friday. The whole group will be staying for the weekend.”
“Doesn’t give us much time to equip the cabins and the club room.” They always looked forward to entertaining some of their friends who indulged in the lifestyle, but preparing for them was time-consuming. “Are we still planning a lingerie night for Saturday night?”
“Yeah. I sent out emails so they could bring getups with them. We’ll also divide them up for a hike so they can play outdoors. Other than that, a few expressed
interest in waterskiing and boating and making the trip into town for shopping. They’ll be an easy group to please.”
“Sounds good. We’ll head out around one-thirty and meet you there at three.”
“Make some noise in case I lose track of time.” Jack grinned at him.
“I’d have to make a lot of noise to be heard over Morgan.”
“I’ll gag her so I make sure I hear you.”
Marc laughed, shaking his head. “Later.”
Surrounded by towering pines, their lodge sat secluded away from the individual cabins nestled in the woods. Stepping outside, Marc took a deep breath of the warm mountain air, struck again by the peacefulness of their mountain that appealed to him on so many levels. Having met in the military and done time together overseas in some of the worst, god-awful hellholes on Earth, both Marc and Jack savored every moment they spent in their mountain top retreat. They had worked hard to save enough money for a down payment on the two-story log structure that fit their needs to a T, and they’d never taken the success of their vacation rentals and the amenities it provided them with for granted.
How far he’d come and what he wanted was something he needed to remember when he dealt with Cassie this second time around. Remembering the shocked look of betrayal on her face when she learned he had set up a ménage for their last night of newbie introductions at Wade’s club, he still questioned whether she really wanted him, and everything he’d want in return. But what plagued him even more was the way she took off, refusing to talk to him after he had spent two nights stressing the importance of communication. He could still recall with vivid clarity the razor-sharp pain of her silence, how it had sliced through him, hurting him more than it should have given their short acquaintance. How much worse would it be if she pulled the same thing again after spending weeks together?
She braved a huge risk returning to him. Maybe it was time he admitted what he always felt for her, and was feeling, was worth some risk also. He wouldn’t, couldn’t tiptoe around her or rein in his needs as that would send the wrong message. But he’d remember not to take this time for granted, give her what she wanted, show her what he expected, and hope she meant it when she insisted she could not only handle his demands this time around, she wanted them as much as he did.
Walking around to the grassy picnic area behind the lodge, he found her sitting at a picnic table, watching Morgan paint. The afternoon sun had warmed up the day, and she sat with her head tilted back, her eyes on the easel. Her long red-gold hair hung down her back and her pale skin shone with a rosy tint from the sun. She smiled at something Morgan said and his throat tightened. Maybe he ought to commission Morgan to do a portrait of Cassie. He’d seen several she did for some of the residents and they were excellent. That way, if things didn’t work out, he would have something to remember her by. Already just the thought of her running again had him faltering, swearing he’d go after her this time if she put him through that.
Chapter Seven
“Hey.” Cassie smiled up at Marc, wondering at his speculative look. “Something wrong?”
“No, darlin’. Do you have a sturdy pair of tennis shoes?” he asked, eyeing her small sandal-clad feet.
“Yes. Are we going hiking?” She had explored none of the hiking trails since moving here and the afternoon was so pleasant, she couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do more except spend time with him.
“Yes. I’m taking a group up to Eagle’s Lookout in about thirty minutes and you’re going with us.”
“Eagle’s Lookout?” Morgan glanced up at Marc with a knowing glint in her topaz eyes. “Are we going?”
“You’re meeting us there to escort the group back.”
Marc laughed when Morgan wasted no time packing up her paints. Cassie looked between the two, wondering what they knew that she didn’t. “What’s at Eagle’s Lookout? Is it someplace special?”
“There are a lot of special places on their property. But don’t worry, you’ll like them. See you guys up there.” Morgan folded her easel and practically skipped inside.
Marc watched her go with a fond smile. She had come a long way in the last six months and now embraced her passions with open abandonment, much to his and Jack’s delight. “Come on, Cassie.” Holding out his hand, she took it and allowed him to pull her up. “Go change your shoes and I’ll pack a few things to take with us.”
Cassie marveled at Marc’s knowledge as he led her and a group of eight guests through a scenic tour of the mountain. They took their time, allowing him to point out plants and wildlife native to the area, stopping at strategically placed lookout spots with breath-stealing panoramic views of the snow-capped mountains and lush green valleys. Forty-five minutes into the hike they stopped at a clearing and rested, taking time to down water and eat an energy bar.
Listening to his deep voice as he walked in front of her, watching his long-legged stride, his taut buttocks clenching with each step, made it difficult to concentrate on her footing or grasp what he was saying. Even looking up at him now from her perch on a log bench, watching him as he swallowed a bottle of water, his strong tanned throat working with each gulp, sent her pulse rate soaring. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, dressed in jeans, boots, and a tight black tee shirt, her appetite for what he dished out never fully sated. They’d had sex that morning, but she wanted him again. She seemed to be insatiable where he was concerned, something she had no desire to rectify. Her tight nipples and damp pussy ensured she would be ready for whatever paces he wanted to put her through. Recalling the way he had controlled her in the bakery yesterday reminded her it was her mind that had trouble submitting, not her body. It had been the same when she first met him, only this time she would make sure her mind got on board with him all the way.
“What are you thinking, darlin’?” Marc asked when he stooped down next to her, a small grin on his dark face.
“About how I can’t seem to get enough of you.” Her honest answer took him by surprise, as she meant it to. He might have the upper hand in this relationship, but she had ways of getting her own two cents in.
“That just happens to be a mutual feeling. Let’s get going so we can do something about it.”
Thirty minutes later they reached Eagle’s Lookout and met Jack and a flushed-faced Morgan. The small, tree-shrouded glen had one wide open view overlooking the sprawling valley and lake below, the stunning vista from this height taking Cassie’s breath away when she looked down. Logs for seating circled a fire pit, and as she sat next to Morgan she noticed how someone smoothed away the roughness, how the grass grew thick and lush, and the trees kept the sun’s heat from beating down on them but still allowed for splashes of sunlight to dapple the copse.
“Why do they switch up here instead of one or both of them taking the group the whole way up and back?” she asked Morgan, biting into another energy bar that tasted good, much to her surprise.
Morgan smirked at her. “It all depends on what other activities those two come up with. From what Jack said, Marc wants some alone time with you while up here, so it was no problem for us to take the short route and meet you. Of course, we’ve been here awhile because Jack wanted his play time as well.”
“I’ve never had sex outside,” she confessed, but the hint of it sent a heated rush sizzling through her veins. “But what if someone comes along?”
“That’s part of the excitement, never knowing if you’ll get caught. I remember one time… oops, no time now. Jack’s ready to head out. Have fun, we’ll see you back at the lodge.”
Jumping up, she joined Jack as he led the group down another path from the one they came up on. Cassie rose and waved goodbye before turning to see Marc removing his small backpack from his shoulders.
“Cassie, do you need more water?”
“No, I’m good. This is a beautiful spot.”
“One of my favorites. Jack and I spent days traipsing these woods and locating different rest areas. Come here, darlin’.” Marc
sat on a large log and held his hand out to her, enjoying the signs of nervousness and arousal crossing her expressive face. When she stopped next to him, he reached up and unbuttoned her shorts, his eyes never leaving hers. After lowering the zipper, he pulled them down and urged her over his lap. “Bend over. I have a need to feel that soft ass under my hand.”
“This is getting to be a habit,” she muttered, bending over his hard, jean-clad thighs, the soft breeze fluttering over her exposed butt making her ache for a harder touch.
“One I don’t intend to break.” He adjusted her so her buttocks lay over his right leg, her hands braced on the ground, head down and knees bent. Perfect. Running a hand over her round, pale cheeks, he waited until her tense muscles relaxed and acceptance took over. “That’s a good girl.”
His simple praise shook her, left her yearning to please him in all ways. Baring nothing but her ass while they both stayed clothed heightened her vulnerability, left her more conscious of that part of her anatomy and how he might view it. Where her breasts were nothing to brag about, a medium size, her buttocks had more flesh to them. Leaving her trembling over his lap in anticipation while he did nothing but stroke her sensitive flesh kept her teetering on the edge of arousal, holding her breath as she waited for that first smack. When she shifted in anxious unease, the rat bastard just chuckled.
“Do you want something?”
Turning her head, she glared up at him through the curtain of hair sliding over her face, but at his immediate frown she stifled the sarcastic retort begging to be uttered. “Sir, please,” she replied instead, giving him what he wanted so she could get what she wanted sooner.