by Sable Hunter
“Sure, baby, that was the plan. We need to give your grandmother the phone number, just in case,” Revel answered, his mind playing with the idea of Harper over his lap with her ass in the air. He had to admit, part of him found the visual to be very intriguing. They stopped at Wildwood and he sat in the truck while she ran inside to collect her things.
When she returned, she smiled at him hesitantly and climbed back in. “I’m ready.”
“Good, me too,” Revel assured her—only he wasn’t so sure that was true. God, he didn’t want to mess this up.
Harper was just too important.
CHAPTER THREE
Still in Natchitoches – Harper tests the waters
Walking alongside the Cane River hand in hand with Revel was enchanting. The weather was cool, more like early fall than late November. And while she wasn’t in a Christmas mood, the lights of the many colorful displays were beautiful. He was so attentive and romantic, bending to steal a kiss at every opportunity. They ate some local fare, namely meat pies and bread pudding, drinking cups of apple cider and hot chocolate to wash it down. “I’m having a good time,” she commented, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. All she really wanted to do was be in his arms again, but she was also nervous about her earlier request.
Revel gave her a quick playful squeeze. “I think you’ll like what I have planned next.”
For a moment she wondered if he was referring to the spanking. But when he grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs from the river to street level, Harper could see he meant for them to take a ride on a horse drawn carriage. Leading her to an old-fashioned one painted white, Revel held her hand while she stepped up. The livery man was dressed in old English garb and the horse was solid black and seemed to be having a good time also, since a younger couple was feeding it a carrot which must have been good from the crunching Harper could hear.
She sat close and he put his arm around her. The moon was bright in the sky and if there was one star twinkling overhead there was a million. They started off at the Rue Front, the picturesque shops across the street from the river. Harper was enthralled. Every light pole and tree trunk was wrapped in tiny white lights. Once they were past downtown, they entered the historical district where the antebellum homes were located. Particular points of interest were where the movie Steel Magnolias was filmed. The tour director drove the carriage by all the locations, including the church, telling funny anecdotes that occurred on the set.
Revel pointed to one beautiful home with a huge front porch and big round pillars. “That’s where we’re staying tonight. We have the private room over the carriage house.” Then, leaning nearer to her, he whispered for her ears only, “You can make all the noise you want to.”
A hot erotic thrill tore through her. Impulsively she took his hand. “Tell him to skip the rest of the tour and take us back to the truck. I don’t want to wait.”
Revel stared at her for a moment, then smiled big. “Hey, fella. Let’s head back. We’ve got some business to attend to.” He’d already paid, but when they were back at the parking area, he tipped the driver big. When the man raised his eyebrow, Revel explained, “I’m in a good mood.”
As fast as they could, Revel maneuvered his truck through the crowded streets to get back to the Bed and Breakfast. After parking in front, he told Harper to wait. “Let me go get the key.” While he was gone, she sat in the darkness and wrung her hands. She’d thrown caution to the wind and brought a magazine, the nipple clamps and the quirt. Perhaps she wouldn’t show him everything, but at least she had options.
When the door opened, she jumped. “Got it. Now the revelry can begin,” he joked. “I like that word, revelry, since my name is so close.”
Harper laughed at his poor joke. “I enjoy you so much, even your weird sense of humor,” she said tenderly.
Revel’s heart pounded. “The feeling’s mutual, darlin’.” He swallowed a lump in his throat. At that moment, he vowed to do whatever it would take to make her happy—even if it killed him.
He moved the truck from the circular drive to the front of the carriage house. Helping her out, he retrieved the bags and carried them upstairs to their room, letting her walk ahead of him. Mercy, she has a fine ass.
Harper stood to one side while he unlocked the door. “Revel, it’s gorgeous,” she whispered, admiring the large bed, the country French décor and the luxurious bathroom. “This is much too nice.”
“Nonsense.” Revel shook his head, running his palms down her arms to take her hands. “Nothing is too good for my baby. Now, come sit down with me. I think we need to talk.”
Suddenly a bout of nerves swamped her. “I’d rather do something other than talk.” She placed her hand on the front of his jeans.
Wanting to make her happy, he took a deep breath and captured her hand. Kissing the palm, Revel stared at her with a dark hooded gaze and declared, “Don’t argue with me, cher. Good girls get spanked for things like that.”
Zing! An absolutely delicious thrill shot through her. She didn’t know what to do. Did he want to role play? She hadn’t thought this thing through. So, she decided to not say anything at all. Instead, she began to disrobe right in front of him as seductively as she could manage in her rush to dip her toe in the shallow unknown waters of kinky sex. As if he couldn’t believe what was happening, Revel sank down to the bed. Seeing that as a sign she was moving in the right direction, Harper stripped naked and draped herself across his lap.
“Fuccck,” Revel whispered, looking down at the beauty that was literally at his fingertips. Harper’s centerfold body was lying across his thighs, her incredible heart-shaped ass turned up for his delectation…or whatever he had in mind.
“Is this okay?” Harper asked, her voice uncertain.
Revel couldn’t resist touching. He ran a hand down the perfect silky expanse of her back, his mouth watering at the exquisite hourglass shape of her figure. “You feel so good,” he almost growled, his hand moving over the round globes of her firm ass. He didn’t strike, he traced their shape, his hand cupping and molding the succulent flesh.
Loving what he was doing, but needing more, Harper squirmed, wiggling her bottom at him. “I need your touch,” she encouraged him.
With circular motions, Revel massaged her butt. His eyes swept over her, taking note of the cascade of dark hair falling to the floor. And that wasn’t all that was dangling. Revel groaned when he saw her tits hanging down. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. Grasping them, he lifted and molded them, his thumb caressing the flesh. “You are one amazing woman.” His words came out on a long breath followed by a moan.
“Please, Revel, please.” She tilted her bottom up a little more, wordlessly begging for him to give her what she so desperately needed.
Revel hesitated, drew back his hand, then hesitated again. “With just my hand?”
“Yes,” she answered immediately, eyes shut, holding her breath.
Shaking his head as if in disbelief, Revel drew back and hit her lightly on the bottom. Harper gasped and he had to ask. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, please, do it again.” Frissons of excitement covered her skin.
Revel did as she asked—once, twice in quick succession. “More?”
“Yea, Revel, please. Harder.” Harper suggested quickly, panting, hoping he could understand.
Harder? How hard? He didn’t want to hurt her. Letting go again, he popped Harper’s ass, leaving a pink mark.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. “Do it again.”
Revel pressed his lips together and hit her again, this time a bit harder. Now he could see the red imprint of his hand and the keening groaning sound that came out of Harper’s lips in response to the blows scared him. “I hurt you.” He tried to push her off his lap, but she resisted.
“No, feel me, feel me, Revel.” She spread her legs and invited his touch.
Amazed at her request, he slipped his fingers between her thighs and found her…soakin
g wet. She liked this!
“Harper, honey…” He let his fingers linger, massaging up and down her slit. His cock was hard and he felt…guilty for it.
All Harper knew was how much she loved what he’d done. And she wanted more. But she knew this had been a lot for Revel. Slipping from his lap, she settled on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and showering his face with kisses. “Thank you, thank you.” Wanting to show him how much it meant to her, she slid to the floor between his legs and began working at his pants. He didn’t resist while her fingers worked feverishly. Soon she freed him and he sprang out—thick, long, hot, hard and ready. “Spanking me excited you,” she marveled in wonder.
“No.” Revel denied it emphatically. “You excite me,” he clarified with a softer tone.
Harper only absorbed his last comment. Aroused, she trailed soft hungry kisses over his chest and abs. When he hissed, she moved lower, leaving another path of the same hot kisses down his shaft. They’d never done this before but during her recent cram course on all things BDSM, she’d encountered many videos and photos detailing this very act. Harper had fantasized about it also, and now she could put her preoccupation to practice. With three quick long strokes, Harper guided him into her wet waiting mouth.
The moment she took him between her lips, Revel arched his back and moaned, flexing his hips to drive his member deeper into her mouth. His hand came up, he wanted to grab her hair to make sure her mouth went where he wanted it. But after the spanking, he couldn’t—he let his arm drop and allowed Harper to do whatever she willed.
Harper was too entranced to notice anything but what was before her. She kissed the stiff tip of the most shapely and beautiful cock imaginable—and she had seen quite a few lately on the internet. “I love to touch you.” She gazed up at him and asked hesitantly, “Did touching me like that make you burn?”
When she looked up at him with her big hopeful eyes, Revel was at a loss. He didn’t know what to do with her. Harper was a woman so perfect and exquisite that she seemed created expressly to make a man hunger and want. “I’m burning for you now.” Just because he didn’t get off on the spanking didn’t mean he wasn’t getting off on her. His words made her happy, he could see that. She gave him a witch’s smile, a mysterious smile that spoke of feminine power and ultimate desire.
Her eyes returned to his erection. His cock stood straight as a tower, heavy and swollen. She bent her head and ran her lips along his shaft, top to bottom and back, her tongue darting out to play along the way. “Hmmmm,” she whispered. “You taste so good.” Glancing up at him through her eyelashes, she stroked the stiff pillar two more times. Harper could feel her own excitement running down her thighs.
Revel was as hard as a pike. Desperation for her pushed his concerns from the forefront of his mind. He relished the moment, reaching his hand down to pluck at one of her fat pink nipples, smiling when it immediately puckered for him. “Have mercy, Harper,” he beseeched.
Dizzy with desire, she steadied herself. Her pussy muscles were contracting, begging to be filled. The knot of nerves between her legs burned and ached, quivering, starved for friction as she prepared to suck Revel’s heavy cock as it bobbed in front of her face. Stretching her lips over the flared head, she let her tongue lave the smooth fat fleshy knob.
“God, yes, suck me, baby, suck me,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
A wild hunger spread through Harper. She might be doing this to please him, but the truth was she was pleasing herself more. Slipping her mouth over the end, she sucked, dipping her tongue into the sensitive slit and swirling around to tease the magic spot underneath. He groaned and she quivered, propelled to an overpowering level of excitement. Leaning forward, she wholly immersed herself in Revel—the taste, the feel, the sensation of loving him. Absorbed in her erotic task, Harper traced the hard ridge beneath the crest, stiffening her tongue and polishing the succulent dome with a white drop of pre-cum which had leaked from the slit. Rapturously, her eyes fluttered shut as she pumped the rock-hard stalk of his cock. She licked round and round, circling, pressing, flitting her tongue across the large knob. This man was big and powerful, having him at her mercy was intoxicating. She wasn’t a mind reader but there was no missing the fact that he was desperate. But still she teased, thrilling to the tension in his muscles, the sexy sounds coming from his mouth.
Revel was holding on by a thread. How many times had he fantasized about this moment? When he was lying in a tent on the side of some remote mountain in Afghanistan, it was Harper touching him, loving him… “You’re amazing,” he voiced. The sight of her at his feet, his cock disappearing between her sweet lips, her tongue dancing out to torture him—Revel jerked, his hands forming fists trying to control himself so this could last as long as possible.
His praise was fuel to her fire. Jacking him off with one hand, she played with his sac with the other while her tongue lapped at him furiously. Revel quit praising and started cursing, his fingers tangling in her hair to ensure she stayed right where she was.
“Deeper, baby. Suck me or…”
A spike of ecstasy shot through her, making her pussy clench. He sounded commanding, dominating. Lifting her head, she spoke, “Or you’ll what? Spank me some more?”
Revel didn’t answer. Instead, he watched the woman who had him tied in knots return to his cock, take him deeper, sucking on his dick with such exquisite pressure he couldn’t breathe. She was his. There was no way he was letting her go. Harper was created for him.
Determined to drive him insane, she played with him, sucking him so deep her lips almost reached the base of his cock—almost. Up—down. Up—down. Harper seduced him with a deliberate rhythm, teasing tugs, all the while rolling his balls between her fingers. When he began to move, tiny jabbing upward thrusts, Harper knew she had him. Soon his whole body was shaking as she nibbled and hummed, his hips rocking, begging her for more. Angling her head, she let the tip of his cock slide into her throat. Revel’s eyes widened. “That feels so good, you make me feel so fuckin’ good.”
Harper let go of his sac and put her hand between her own legs, she couldn’t help it. She was unbearably turned on. Needing him to be maddeningly aroused, she slid him out then took him deep in her hungry mouth, doing it over and over until he was moving frantically.
The woman was bewitching him, Revel was in her spell. Everything about her was sex incarnate—from her trembling bare breasts to the hot as sin mouth that he was fucking so well. Pumping between the lips stretched wide by his girth, his body shuddered violently. “Harper, I’m…”
Harper’s fingers gyrated between her thighs. She loved going down on him, she wanted to do this again and again. Revel was panting, pushing forward, grinding himself into her face.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
Keeping her lips wrapped around his cock, she dug her fingers into the muscles of his thighs as he jerked, jetting his cum into her mouth. Harper hollowed her cheeks, losing herself in the moment, swallowing every drop. Even after he’d stilled, Harper continued to lick and suck, unwilling to let him go.
“Come.” He tugged, needing to have her in his arms. “I loved it, I love you.”
Harper froze, every fiber of her body tensed. “You love me?”
“Yes.” Revel nuzzled her neck. “I love you.”
Tears sprang unbidden into her eyes. “I love you too.” He deserved the truth and that much was absolutely gospel. The rest of it wouldn’t be as easy. “Will you make me come?”
Her skin was like velvet. With barely contained lust, he moved his fingers along her arm. There were tiny scars and a spidery web crisscross of white marks, but Revel saw no imperfection. He was captivated—enthralled. Never had he imagined a woman could enchant him to such a degree that he didn’t want to spend one moment away from her.
“Harper, I need you so much,” he whispered, his erection just as substantial as if he hadn’t come just seconds ago, so throbbing and hard that he
shook with the need to sink inside of her. She was always wet for him, her body the perfect complement to his. He had been her first lover, she would be his last. There was no use searching for another when she gave him everything he needed, everything he desired.
Rolling to her back, she smiled at him. Her face was angelic, with big dark eyes and full red lips. “Take me, Revel, make me yours,” she murmured as she placed a hand behind his neck and pulled him forward.
He needed no further invitation. Revel joined their lips, immersing himself in the kiss. She was so sweet, he couldn’t get enough. His tongue played with her, twining and tangling as his hand cupped her lush breast. To Revel, she was perfect—the epitome of what a lover should be. How lucky could one man get?
“Give me what I need.” Her hand ventured down to grasp his dick. It was long and thick for her. “I want it hard, rock the bed, baby.”
Her erotic demands thrilled him. He rose above her, stroked his cock and settled between her wide-spread thighs. “How hard?” he asked, teasingly.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, molding his muscles, her eyes fucking his even as her hips lifted in supplication. “Punish me, I’ve been very bad.”
Revel didn’t really understand, but he intended to fulfill her fantasies if it was in his power. “Bad is good.” He knew that for certain, her insatiable sexual appetite was every man’s dream. Capturing her hands, he entwined their fingers and held them over her head, resting his weight and putting her at his mercy. She seemed to get off on that—his being dominant, her being submissive.
Like joining two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces, Revel put the tip of his cock to the tiny opening that would stretch to accommodate his girth. The first time they’d made love, he’d had to work it in, showing more patience than he ever knew he possessed. But fuck, it’d been worth it. And now, now—it was more of the same. Every damn time he sank his cock into her it was pure heaven.