by May Dawson
I caught a flash of demure pink through the woods, a flicker of her skirt behind her, and I quickened my pace through the trees, but she was already gone.
I heard her bubbly laughter rise in the air, and I ran to catch her, but she wasn’t where I looked. I turned when I heard a footfall close behind me, and I was already diving to catch her.
She was almost laughing too hard to escape me, and I managed to grab her skirt. She sprinted ahead instead of stopping, and there was a tearing sound as her skirt ripped. She darted away from me, through the trees.
“You are in so much trouble,” I warned her, but my voice came out warm.
“Oh come on, Rafe. I’ve got a quick-and-easy twenty-four-step plan to break you out of your stuffiness.” Her voice drifted from the left. “Don’t ruin my fun.”
She was using magic to throw her voice, trying to divert me as she stayed very close. Pretending to stalk toward the target she’d given me, I searched with my peripheral vision for where she really was.
“What a coincidence. I’ve got a twenty-four-step plan to cure your brattiness.” I whirled for the copse of trees where I was sure she was hiding, and there was a surprised gasp as she tried to dart around the other side of the trees. “But it might not be easy for you.”
I caught her this time, caging her in my arms, drawing her back against my body. She looked up at me over her shoulder, a mischievous smile curving her lips. I was ready for anything, knowing that she could try to throw me, but instead she looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes.
“What are you going to do with me now that you’ve caught me?” she asked, her voice teasing.
I felt more relaxed than I had all day, with her body pressed against mine, with her surrendering to me. And that, of course, was always her intention. I shook my head, knowing she’d goaded me because she thought taking control would make me feel better.
She wasn’t wrong.
“You were trying to give me the chance to take control to work out my feelings,” I said, bowing my head to trace my lips across her naked shoulder, up her throat. “It’s very sweet.”
Her smile, almost shy for once, told me I was right.
“But sweet isn’t going to save you from a proper spanking, either,” I told her. When I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, I felt her breath give.
I slid my hand up the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck, feeling her head tilt back above my hand, her heart beginning to pound with desire. Gripping the nape of her neck, I steered her with me back through the woods toward the car.
But before we left the woods, there was a fallen tree with a wide trunk that I’d noticed on my way in. I sat abruptly, pulling her across my lap as she let out a small, shocked sound.
“You ruined my dress,” she said, her tone accusatory as I pushed what was left of the torn fabric out of my way.
I didn’t bother to respond to that, smacking her ass sharply instead, and this shocked sound wasn’t quite so small.
I landed a few more sharp smacks before running a finger under the waistband of her lacy pink underwear, and she tensed as I dragged the underwear down her thighs, exposing the curves of her perfect, athletic ass, marked with red where my hand had already landed. My thumb teased across her folds as I dragged her panties down, feeling how wet she was, and her breath gave with her arousal. I’d already been hard, but having her over my lap, where I could spank her or toy with her glistening pink clit, made me almost painfully erect.
I rubbed my hand across the red marks, and she pressed her bottom up as if she were seeking more of my touch.
Instead, I began to spank her again, a heavy-handed cadence alternating cheeks. Her legs kicked out, and I kept a steadying hand on her lower back, making sure she couldn’t escape—or accidentally tip herself over as she struggled.
“You’re very cute,” I told her, punctuating the words with slaps, “but next time I tell you not to wander off, I’d prefer if you actually didn’t wander. I know it’s confusing, this whole concept of listening.”
“It’s not confusing,” she said. “It’s just not appealing—ow!”
I couldn’t help grinning at her outraged sound. Just for that remark, I felt I had to spank her for a while longer, the prints of my palms and fingers fading into each other until the gorgeous curves of her ass were bright red.
Then I dipped my fingers back between her thighs, found her clit swollen with arousal. Her thick honey coated my fingertips; she was all worked up, no matter how much she might pretend to fight me. A small moan escaped her lips.
She tried to glance over her shoulder at me, but if she thought we were moving right onto sex, she had another thing coming.
I really did like being in control, and I intended to make the most of this moment.
I teased my fingers over her wet heat, holding her over my lap, where her ass and her flushed-pink pussy were on display. My thumb slid rhythmically over her clit, which only grew more swollen.
She moaned, her bare toes digging into the leaves as her legs tensed, pushing her ass up over my lap. “Rafe… please…”
“Maybe you should’ve been a good girl,” I murmured, “and then you could be riding my cock in the back of the car right now.”
I thrust two fingers inside her, and she gasped as I pressed for her g-spot, my thumb finding her clit again to keep toying with it. She shook her head, her blond hair flying, as if she were overwhelmed with the sensation. Her thighs started to tremble as my fingers worked her clit, but that didn’t stop her from being a smartass, apparently.
“Well, given the possibility that your ancient engine might explode, maybe I’m saving both our lives.”
“Do you want to keep talking back to me?” I demanded, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice. I withdrew my fingers, rubbing my hand across her well-spanked ass instead. Her thighs trembled in response, and I bit my lip, my cock twitching at the sight. “Because I can go back to spanking.”
“Oh, no sir,” she murmured. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”
I scoffed—I’d believe that if I ever saw it—but I still slid my fingers inside her again, toying with her clit. Her hips jerked against my lap, and I grinned as I pushed her closer and closer to orgasm, knowing I was in total control of whether or not she came like this, while I could watch her clit, her glistening pussy. Her channel squeezed around my fingers, and I stroked her over and over.
She tossed her head, her hair flying, and her hands gripped my leg hard, her fingers sinking through my trousers into my skin. “Rafe…”
I couldn’t tell if the way she said my name was a protest or a plea, but it didn’t really matter, anyway. I was going to make her come when I chose.
“Mm?” I stroked her over and over, watching her muscle tense, listening to the way she breathed and moaned as she came. It was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen, watching this beautiful girl come apart into a million pieces of pleasure at my touch.
Then she was twitching around my fingers, her body going boneless, slumping over my lap as if she were spent from the power of that orgasm.
I pulled her up into my lap, and she looped her arms around my neck, her head finding the spot in my shoulder that seemed like it was custom-made for her. She had a dreamy smile across her face that made my heart rise in my chest, filled with pride.
There were a lot of things I wanted to do to Madeline Northsea, but more than anything else, I wanted to make her happy.
Chapter Eleven
Maddie
Rafe rested his chin on top of my head, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I could feel his chest move against my shoulder as he breathed, and he smelled good. I used to love getting close enough to him to breathe in the scent of his aftershave and his own spicy musk; now I could press myself against him and breathe him in to my heart’s desire. I let my eyes drift shut, savoring the breeze moving through the trees around us, the rattle of the leaves, his body pressed against mine.
I’d ached for him
for a long time, and now he was really mine.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, his fingers curling across the back of my neck.
That casual touch had me aching again already for more of him, even though my clit was still sensitive from that powerful orgasm. He was still fully dressed, his cock a hard bulge against my leg as I sat on his lap, his suit trousers rough against my bare skin.
“Are you sure you want to talk?” I asked, unbuttoning the second button down on his shirt, revealing another inch of his tanned chest.
He shot me a skeptical look. “Really?”
“You’ve got months of teasing me to make up for,” I informed him.
“I told you we were going to pick up this conversation later. This is officially later.” Those teasing fingers against my neck suddenly stilled, his hand gripping the nape of my neck, and I bit my lip. Funny how a thrill of arousal went through me at his low, commanding voice.
I raised my hands to my shoulders, as if I were surrendering, even though we both knew I’d get what I’d wanted sooner or later. “Fine. What do you want to discuss, Rafael Hunt? We kind of have a timeline here. I don’t want poor Jensen to have to wait on us, or worse yet, find us in the woods.”
“I’m not sure poor Jensen would mind.” Rafe’s voice was dry. He hesitated, and I wondered what was so hard for him to say. It wasn’t like Rafe to ever seem at a loss. “I wanted to talk about the nature of our relationship.”
“The nature of our relationship?” I couldn’t hide my grin. “That’s remarkably stuffy even by your standards, Rafe.”
“You’re not distracting me into spanking you again and then fucking you against one of those trees,” he warned me, his fingers gliding gently up and down the side of my throat, and my thighs tensed with desire.
“Which tree?” I asked, pointing to one. “That one, or that one?”
“Maddie.” His voice was firm.
I turned my gaze back into his smoldering, thick-lashed dark eyes, and couldn’t hide a grin. But I knew what he was obsessing about, and his concerns were ridiculous.
“Right. You were worrying about your parents’ twisted way of seeing men’s and women’s relationships,” I said. “Your parents want you to marry a nice, submissive girl, and since you like to dominate me and I like to be a brat who annoys the fuck out of you recreationally, you have concerns about the nature of our relationship. Is that it?”
He looked dazed for a second, then quirked an eyebrow. “Yes, that’s about it.”
“I wouldn’t appreciate it if we were on a mission and you threatened to punish me.” I couldn’t help frowning at the thought. “There are…lines. I want to know you see me as an equal partner.”
“I do,” he said, a frown dimpling the space between his eyes. “And that’s exactly what I worry about. That we’ll cross some line.”
“Then we’ll talk about it,” I told him, drawing my hand across his jaw to turn his face toward mine. “Like you said earlier. We are not exactly perfect people, Rafe. Our relationship isn’t going to be perfect.”
A teasing smile darted across his lips. “And I guess that’s true whether I spank your ass or not.”
I laughed. It was strange to talk about it that openly.
“Just because I like being a bit bratty, Rafe, for my own amusement—I hope you still see me as an equal partner when we’re serious. I like…” I shrugged, because it was hard to explain the sense of lightness and fun that I had when I was teasing Rafe, especially because I knew what would happen at the end. I liked his threats and his dominating ways. I liked knowing that I couldn’t push him away, that even if I were too impulsive or brash or hot-tempered, he might pull me over his lap, but he wouldn’t walk away.
“I do,” he promised. “And you’re right. It’s completely different from the dynamic that I grew around.”
“I like having the chance to at least pretend to be carefree and mischievous, even though other times it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.” I undid another button on his shirt, because I was glad we had talked, but I was about done with this conversation when we could be having sex instead. I looked up at him. “And I like having you scold me. It’s oddly comforting.”
He grinned. “And I love to scold you. Maybe we are two really screwed-up people.”
“Then at least we’re screwed up together,” I said.
I thought we were actually pretty perfect together, though. We just lived in one screwed-up world.
His grin fell away, those smoldering eyes lighting a matching flame of desire deep inside me, and my lips were parting for him even before his mouth found mine.
As the two of us kissed, I grabbed his shoulders, wiggling on his lap to get my foot against the tree trunk. Rafe tensed, as if he realized I was up to something, but I’d already gotten enough leverage.
I kicked off the tree trunk, throwing my weight into him, and the two of us crashed into the sodden, fallen leaves on the other side of the trunk. I landed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me protectively.
“You are incorrigible,” he growled, right before he clutched me tight against his body, his lips meeting mine. The two of us traded quick, wild kisses.
I straddled him, one knee braced on either side of his hips, so I could get the space to work his belt buckle open. He pushed me away, rising to his knees. There was a leaf stuck to his hair, and the sight of Rafe looking anything less than perfectly polished filled me with a certain amount of glee.
“Enough of this dress,” he said, grabbing the hem and pulling it up. There was a dramatic ripping sound, given that it was already torn.
“It has a zipper, Rafe!” I protested. But it was too late anyway, the dress was in shreds, so I wasn’t sure it mattered. Still, he pushed my shoulder, rolling me over, and dragged the zipper down my back. Cool air caressed my bare skin, and I rolled back over as I sat up, wiggling out of the rest of it.
“Why are you still so rudely dressed?” I demanded.
He slid his hand inside the cup of my bra, his fingers teasing over my nipple. I twisted so my back was to him, gathering my hair into a ponytail, and he took the hint, unlatching my bra. The straps fell down my arms and he tossed my bra over his shoulder, where it got caught over a low-slung branch of a nearby tree.
“I’m going to need that back, you know,” I told him.
“Maybe I’ll keep you naked,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me. “I don’t think the other guys would mind.”
The two of us traded kisses as I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers jerky with haste, before pushing it down off his shoulders. Then Rafe was bare-chested in front of me, the hard planes of his pecs and each chiseled angle of his abs. I skated my fingernails over his chest and abs, studying him.
“You’ve seen me naked in the woods before,” he reminded me, a small smile coming to his lips.
“Not like this,” I said. “Not when you’re mine.”
His eyes heated when he heard me claim him. Then he pinned me to the soft forest floor, his lips and his hands claiming me.
I moaned at his lips against my throat. He caressed my breast, his fingers teasing against my nipple, and then his mouth moved to my nipple, enveloping it with the damp heat of his mouth. His tongue circled my nipple, then flicked against it, and my hips rose with desire.
I caught his face in both hands, pulling him up toward me, and his lips met mine. I was already pushing his trousers down urgently with my hands, and I felt him smile against my mouth at my eagerness.
Then that smile was lost in his own urgency and desire. He rose to his feet, stepping out of his pants and leaving them there on the forest floor. The dark happy trail that I had longed to follow further down his taut lower abs ended in dark hair, a long, thick cock. I took him in my hand, stroking him with one hand, and he offered me his other hand, before pulling me up to my feet.
“That tree, specifically,” he said, and for a second, I didn’t even remember our
earlier conversation about which tree he’d fuck me against. Then he caught my waist, pushing me gently toward the tree, and I grabbed the rough bark in both hands as he stepped behind me.
He teased his hands over my breasts, my abs, and I bit my lip at the way he stroked heat everywhere he touched. Then his hand finally delved between my thighs, and I let out a breath as he teased over my clit. He pressed his hard, warm body close against me, holding me against him with his arm across my thigh, his hand working rhythmically against my clit.
“Rafe…” I murmured, and he took himself in hand, pressing himself against my opening.
I rocked my hips back against his urgently, and he teased the tip of his cock across my heat. There were faint wet, slick sounds at the motion, even before he pushed deep inside me, and I gasped. His hand tightened against my mound, holding me steady, as he filled me. My fingers tightened on the rough bark, my head bowing forward so I could open my hips to him more easily.
He gripped my other hip, holding us both still for a second, his cock buried deep inside me.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder, his body bowing over mine. I liked having all of Rafe press against me. Then I felt his lips quirk against my skin. “Sometimes.”
“You like it.” My voice came out husky.
“I like it,” he admitted, “and I love you.”
I looked at him over my shoulder, and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips, his cock buried deep inside me.
“I love you too, Rafe,” I murmured.
It was almost too sweet a moment for the two of us, and sure enough, the next second his hand was in my hair, rough and controlling, as he began to pump inside me in quick, rhythmic motions that had me rocking forward against the tree. I barely managed to hold myself upright as he pounded into me, his balls swinging against me, the sounds of our bodies moving together rising into the quiet forest air.
It was what I wanted, though; Rafe, wild for once, wild for me.