by Asha Daniels
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” His hand came down swift and hard with no relief, one after the other.
She didn’t want to cry, to show her anguish but as the pain increased until her ass was throbbing, she couldn’t hold back the tears. Her body relaxing, her hand on the cool earth and as the rain mixed with her sobs, she fell into a peaceful sublime state, almost enjoying the way he was taking control, demanding more from her.
Savage rubbed her ass, his large palm and fingers caressing. “You have to learn to follow directions. Rules are created for a reason.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He swatted her again, peppering her ass with almost brutal smacks.
“Yes, sir!” She concentrated on the slapping sound, sniffling and moaning, undulating her hips. He was hard, his cock throbbing and her pussy responded, wet and quivering, her nipples aching. When he stopped, she was shaking all over, flabbergasted yet relaxed. Her little voice was going crazy, whispering words of excitement. He’d shattered her last resolve, taking absolute control.
He rubbed her ass, caressing, the action soothing.
“How did you know?” she finally asked.
“I just did. My beliefs, the way you reacted and quite honestly, you frustrated the hell out of me. You pushed every button.”
She wiped her eyes as the stinging sensations trickled down the back of her legs. No one could ever understand how freeing this was. Still, tears continued to fall, ones of frustration regarding her life, her career and her lackluster relationships. Everything about this experience was emotional, draining, exhausting and amazing.
He gathered her into his arms, holding her on his lap and pressing her face against his chest. “You can cry. Crying is cleansing for the soul. I’ve learned enough about you to know that you crave a hard spanking. And my guess is there will be more, sunshine. Breathe.” Easing away strands of wet hair from her face, he rocked her gently.
Georgia pressed her open hand against his chest, crawling her fingers up to his neck. Lifting her head, their lips were only centimeters apart. This time, she didn’t want to pull away and she could tell, neither did he.
There was no doubt. This man was going to become her lover as well as her Master.
Chapter 7
Spanking Georgia had been a knee jerk reaction, both to the danger she’d placed herself in as well as her caustic mouth. Now, as her lips hovered just millimeters away from his, he was thrown, the longing turning almost desperate. He crushed her mouth, unable to stop the sweltering heat shared between them, the fuel ignited to an unforgiving level. He no longer cared about the consequences or the naysayers. He had to have her. He would have her.
She would belong to him.
The kiss became a wild roar, a manic level of passion that created tremors in his heart. Thrusting his tongue past her lips, he tasted her sweet and sultry essence, his cock throbbing to the point of blinding anguish.
Georgia wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his skin, accepting, yearning for his touch, for his absolute control. Their tongues folded together, exploring. She moaned into the kiss, her entire body trembling from his touch.
He slid his hand down to cup her breast through the wet fabric, his fingers finding and pinching her nipple. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to her, ways he wouldn’t take her. The animal inside would accept no less. He broke the kiss but held her close, their breath sounds skipping. He nipped her lower lip, taking the tender flesh into his mouth then sucked on her tongue as he yanked the material up along her waist, rubbing the small of her back. Dragging a single finger up her spine, he marveled at the way she felt in his hands. He kept his lips close to hers, giving her time to break free, to push away.
But she didn’t.
Tossing back her head, she whimpered, the sound echoing and wiggled on his lap.
The effect was enough to drive him insane. Grunting like a wild beast, he rose to his feet, grabbing and tossing the blanket onto the cold ground. When he eased her onto her feet, he yanked the tee shirt up and over her shoulders and head, pitching the unwanted material. Cupping both sides of her face, he stared into her lust filled eyes as the rain continued to fall, cocooning them if only for a little while.
There was no reason to speak, no need to ask permission. She fumbled with his belt, her fingers shaking. Rising onto her tiptoes, she licked the underside of his chin, darting her tongue back and forth.
He managed to release the clasp on her bra, running his hands up and down her slender back. Every time he touched her he tingled, his cock pressing hard against his jeans. Using two fingers, he slid the straps of her bra down her arms, pushing her away until he could release her from the tight confines. “Beautiful,” he muttered then lowered his head, engulfing her nipple into his mouth, sucking, his tongue swirling.
Her breath sounds were scattered as she unzipped his pants, freeing his aching shaft. Her long fingers wrapped around the base, pumping up and down, her hand moving back and forth.
Fisting her hair, he forced her into a deep arc, open mouthing the cleft of her breasts, moving until he suckled on her other nipple. He bit down, savoring the way she moaned. Pain. Pleasure. Everything was mixing together, and he could tell she would give him anything.
As she continued rubbing, pumping his cock, rolling the tip of her finger around his cockhead, she issued a series of purring sounds.
He was blinded by his lust, his need to taste her. Fuck her. Licking and nipping back to her neck until he reached her earlobe, he sucked before darting his tongue inside. “I want to eat you, feast on you.”
“Yes…”
Savage broke the hold long enough to jerk off his shirt.
A sexy smile on her face, she palmed his chest, groaning as she licked around first one then the other nipple.
He tugged the tight jeans down his hips, sliding them past his thighs. When she brushed her hands down, cupping his balls and squeezing, he could no longer focus.
Georgia slowly fell to her knees, her mouth pressed against his chest, his stomach, his hip, her fingers pushing the jeans to the floor. She breathed across his groin as she worked to remove his boots and socks, tugging first one leg then the other of his jeans until he was naked. She lifted her head as she took his cock into her hand, holding out his throbbing shaft, tracing the tip back and forth across the seam of her mouth.
Everything about this moment was perfect, unbridled and almost savage, exactly the way he wanted to be. But he would taste her first, drink her sweet cum before he’d fill her tight pussy. The moment she took his cockhead into her hot, wet mouth, he issued a series of moans, lights flashing in front of his eyes. He almost gave in, almost allowed her to play, to suck him dry.
Yanking her to her feet, the force of his pull tossed her against him and off the floor.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs as they kissed, holding the position for several seconds.
He squeezed her reddened ass cheeks, relishing the heat he’d created, the spanking she’d needed. Moving towards the blanket, he eased her down before crouching down on the material. “Undress.”
She obeyed instantly, removing her tennis shoes, lowering her shorts and panties. As she stood over him, a shy look crossed her face.
The scent of her feminine wiles was so powerful, intoxicating in its effect on every muscle, every cell in his body. He pulled her forward, pressing kisses and licks along her stomach. He gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing, massaging.
“Oh God!” She dropped her head as she gripped his shoulders and opened her legs wide. The invitation was blatant.
In one move, he fell back onto the blanket, pulling her on top and onto her knees. Positioning her over his mouth, he ran his index finger up and down the crack of her ass.
She covered her breasts with her hands, squeezing as the smile remained, only turning mischievous.
Issuing a single growl, he pulled her cunt on top of his face, thrusting his tongue deep inside. The tas
te of her was indescribable, sweet and tangy. Moving his head back and forth, he inhaled the scent, his entire body shaking from intense adrenaline rushing through every inch.
“Savage…”
He swirled his tongue around her clit, slow and easy and opened her ass cheeks, allowing his little finger to toy with her asshole. There would be nothing like taking her in every hole, filling her with his cum. Lifting her just an inch, he issued a command. “Pinch your nipples for me. I want them purple.”
“Yes, sir.” She closed her eyes as she took both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching. Twisting. A woeful moan echoed in the cave as she tipped back her head.
Never taking his eyes off her, he resumed licking, moving his head up and down, dragging his tongue past her pussy lips.
“I… I’m so wet.”
He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Suck me. Take my cock into your wet mouth.”
The look on her face one of utter bliss, she shifted her position until she was able to lean over, taking his dick into her hands.
Savage held her hips, keeping her in position, blowing a swath of hot air across her cunt as she encircled her lips around the tip of his cock.
He’d never been this hard, his balls so full. His entire body shuddered, concentration almost impossible but he buried his face into her pussy just as she lowered her head even further, sucking on his balls.
“Mmm…”
The muffled sound drove him insane. He tensed his legs and opened her ass cheeks, sliding his finger beside his tongue then darting it inside her asshole.
She stiffened as he pushed his finger all the way inside then licked up the length of his shaft. Engulfing the tip, she twisted her hand around the base of his shaft, creating friction.
Oh God, he was going to lose his load. Not this way. Not now. He wanted her to come. Clenching his eyes, he used a combination of his fingers and tongue, plunging deep inside her pussy, sucking every drop of sweet cream.
Her mouth and tongue worked in a beautiful orchestration, taking him down an inch at a time.
Shocked that she took all of him, he licked harder and faster, keeping the rhythm until her body began to shake.
She kept his cock in her mouth, rolling his balls through her fingers and as her body tensed, she squeezed, using her strong jaw muscles to clamp down on his dick.
He almost lost it but did everything in his power to hold back. When she continued to shake, he pushed his face into her pussy.
Georgia released her hold on him, tossing back her head, her screams of joy floating up to the ceiling.
Licking, his fingers thrusting, he could tell one climax rolled into a second.
She threw her arms out, arching her back, her knees digging into his side. “Yes…”
Only when she stopped shaking did he release her, pushing her onto all fours. He scrambled from underneath, wrapping his body around hers, kissing the back of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please.” Tilting her head, even in the shadowed light he could see the sheen on her face.
Savage slid the tip of his cock just inside her pussy then gripped her hips. “I can’t be gentle.”
“Then don’t be.”
Impaling her with the entire length, he gripped her hips as his leg muscles spasmed. He began to drive in and out, slow and easy at first, but he was too far gone, his needs rocketing to the point of no return.
She met every hard thrust with one of her own, skin slapping against skin, grunting as he took her. Claimed her.
Sweat rolled down from his forehead, slipping into his eyes. He blinked as he continued thrusting, the ache in his groin increasing. His balls were swinging, so full, ready to fill her with cum. This was nothing but primal, a savage taking of a woman who would forever belong to him. He refused to stop, to slow down and as his heart thumped, the current shared, magnified, he was unable to hold back.
The second he erupted, filling her channel, he knew she was the one, the very one.
She would belong to all of them.
As they huddled together, watching the last of the rain fall, she’d never felt the kind of warmth she did by being in his arms. The elephant was still in the room and she wasn’t certain how to broach the subject. Fortunately, she didn’t have to.
“Josh told you about our time in prison,” he said, the words almost whispered. He pulled her as close to him as possible.
“Just that you’d been in prison and that’s why you’re so angry. He said you killed a man.”
“I did, but we were all arrested given the incidents. I tried my best to leave them out of the situation, but the damn police had already tried and convicted us. There was no fancy lawyer and the case was rushed.”
She tilted her head until she could see his eyes. Such agony was laced in them. “What happened?”
“We were at a bar, enjoying a few drinks. A group of guys came in and started hassling one of the waitresses. One guy in particular was the real asshole. Loud mouthed, calling her horrific names. The damn manager was about eighteen and didn’t do a thing. I followed the jerk to the bathroom after the waitress had disappeared. He was attacking her. She was fighting him, but he was too big and strong. I pulled him off. One thing led to another and a fight began. Josh and Toby got in the middle. Ten minutes later, the guy was dead.”
She could feel him trembling. “How?”
“One solid punch to his face. He went down and hit his head. Deputy Marshall was the arresting officer. Between the eye witnesses with jaded stories and the bloody scene, the three of us were arrested. I swear to God, the entire event felt staged. Even the waitress didn’t come to our defense. I found out later the asshole was the son of some state Senator.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ. Fucking bastards.” Anger rushed deep inside, stabbing at her heart. The bruised and battered man had been railroaded.
He chuckled and squeezed her arms. “Given the fact all three of us had been in a recent fight, something similar in nature, the judge didn’t give us an inch. Manslaughter. We were lucky we only got two years. The press was all over it, the bastard painted out to be a good kid who didn’t deserve to die.”
“I don’t blame you for being enraged.”
“Yeah, well my anger got all of us in trouble. I ruined their lives. I care more about Toby and Josh than anyone, yet I allowed some chivalrous bullshit to get in the way.”
“What you did was admirable. You tried to help, and the majority of people wouldn’t have even bothered.” She kissed his jaw and took his hand into hers. “You’re a hero, Savage, no matter what the folks in Cheyenne believe. They weren’t there. They have no understanding of what actually occurred.”
“Right. I’m no damn hero. I was a fool allowing myself to get involved. I never wanted the man to die. I did want him to suffer in extreme ways.” He exhaled, every breath sound ragged and full of anguish. “That makes me a terrible person and I’ve finally accepted that.”
“That doesn’t make you a terrible person. That makes you human.”
He moved to a standing position, walking toward the mouth of the cave, folding his arms as he peered outside. “The storm should be over soon. We’ll need to head back. I’m certain everyone will be worried about you.”
Georgia studied his long and muscular body, the various tattoos adorning his arms and back, his chiseled ass. He was perhaps the most haunted man she’d ever met. “Tell me about Josh and Toby.”
“What do you want to know?”
“You’re very close.”
“Yeah. Did everything together as kids. They kept me out of trouble, if you can believe that.” Snorting, he shook his head several times. “They are two of the best men I’ve ever met. Honest. Giving. Respectable. They taught me how to be a better man, even with this bullshit we all endured.”
“I’m certain you taught them a thing or two.”
“I don’t know.” He remained unblinking, staring out at the dripping water, the green o
f the forest.
“At least you had each other to share good times, dreams. I was a lonely kid, few friends.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
She stood, bending over to grab her clothes. “Trust me. I was an army brat, so we moved a lot and I was an ugly little girl.”
Savage tipped his head, smiling. “I also doubt that.”
“Truth. I learned to rely on myself.”
“Not necessarily a bad thing.”
“Yeah, well my father used to say I was far too mischievous and mouthy for my own good,” Georgia said before laughing.
“That, I don’t doubt in the least. My guess is that you received a lot of spankings as a child.” When he said the words, he exhaled.
“Sometimes. Stopped when I was eleven. He said I was far too old to be placed over his knee.”
“Your father was wrong. Women thrive with spankings. Call me old fashioned or call me an asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole. You’re right.”
He shook his head and remained quiet.
After struggling into her damp clothes, she inched closer, keeping just enough distance. A wall had been placed between them. “Toby and Josh admire you. I could tell by every word they said.”
“Then they’re fools.” After a few seconds, he sneered. “They’re the best friends I could ever hope to have. I’m just glad we maintained a friendship after being incarcerated. Things could have… well, they could have changed dramatically.”
Words were difficult to find.
“Let me ask you something,” he said, turning his face in her direction.
“Okay.”
“Did you mean what you said last night about craving a controlling man, even more than one?”
Georgia swallowed twice before finding the courage to answer. “As a fantasy. That’s not reality. People couldn’t handle that kind of relationship.” She could tell that her answer wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear. “If I could, I would.”