by Bale, Sarah
She met my gaze and nodded. Her eyes were still unsure and I lifted an eyebrow. Her head bobbed again and I grunted. Good girl. I tugged the shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. The damn thing smelled awful. Sometimes the stench of the Dead was hard to handle.
She gasped. “Are you hurt?”
She was looking at the blood splattered over the white material.
“It’s not mine.”
Turing my back to her, I unbuckled my belt. She was about to learn a lesson – every action had a reaction. She disobeyed me in the forest and almost got killed. Now she would be punished. I turned to face her, my belt in hand.
“Did I not tell you to stay behind me?”
Her blue eyes widened. “Yes, Sir.”
“Stand up.”
She shook as she stood. I had to admire her, though. She didn’t beg or ask for mercy. I stepped toward her and air rushed through her lips. My own heart was pounding in an erratic rhythm. She stared up at me and then reached out, caressing my cheek as if she saw right through my damn soul.
I grasped her wrist, stopping her. “If you were one of my men I’d kill you for disobeying me. There would be no question.”
My gaze flickered to her mouth. Fuck. It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. I was supposed to bring her back and drop her off with the other single women, but no… I had to pop off to my men and claim her. And now here we were – her staring at me like she wanted to suck me off and me more than ready to let her.
“Take off your pants.”
“Excuse me?” she exclaimed.
“Take. Off. Your. Pants.” My words were clipped and to the point.
She paled, turning away from me.
“Did I tell you to turn around?”
She shook her head.
“Turn so you’re facing me.”
She did as I said and I couldn’t ignore the rush I felt. She liked being ordered around whether she knew it or not. Now that was an interesting discovery. Her small hands trembled as she unbuckled her belt. Those disgusting jeans slid right down her thin legs and she tried to shield herself from me.
“Kick them to the side.”
She shoved them away with her foot.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes met mine and I saw determination staring back. Maybe she was a spy. Or she had no idea what was about to happen. I leisurely ran my gaze up and down her body and made a sound in the back of my throat. Even standing there in rags she was beautiful.
I went to the foot of the bed and sat. “Come here.”
She stiffened. Maybe she did have an idea what was about to happen.
“Daisy. Come here before I get angry.”
She sighed loudly, which more than likely stemmed from nerves, and took a step forward. My patience thinned and I reached out, capturing her by the wrist and pulled her until she fell across my lap. I expected her to be bony, but the softness that met my thighs surprised me. She steadied herself by placing a hand on my leg and I tried not to jump at the contact.
“Look at me.”
She did as I commanded. Her face turned bright red and she looked dazed. Had she felt the spark, too?
“I’d kill you right now if you were one of my men. Instead, I’m going to spank you, Daisy. Ten lashes for disobeying me. And you’ll count them with me. Understand?”
She nodded. Oh Daisy, that won’t do. I squeezed her hip.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, you can cry. You can scream. You can even curse me. But don’t you dare try to run from me.”
Now
Daisy cursed me as I climbed to the front seat, wincing in pain.
“I would have stopped, you asshole.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll give you something to cuss about,” I replied.
She glared, but didn’t sass me anymore. Good girl.
“We need to get off the road. I don’t want anyone to see the car tonight. It’s too open out here.”
“No one is following us,” she said in a soft tone. “I’ve been looking.”
I had, too, but that didn’t mean the shitheads who’d taken over the hospital weren’t after us. If they knew I was alive…
“What were you grinning about earlier?”
“Oh, just thinking about that time I spanked you.”
She chuckled. “You would reminisce about that.” Then she said, “I’d like to revisit the spanking and other stuff once your arm is healed.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten so lucky, but I wasn’t going to question it.
5
Then
“Y-yes, Sir.”
I pushed her forward so her stomach was flush against my thighs. She was so damn tense that she kept sliding, so I held her against me by draping my arm across her. Lifting the belt in my hand, I struck her right across her ass. She cried out and I smiled.
“One.”
Her voice was strained, as if she were trying to be brave. But being brave wouldn’t save her. Giving in to me was her only chance. The belt bit into her upper thigh the next time.
“Two.”
The leather came in contact with her skin harder this time and she gasped in shock. Tears filled her eyes as she blinked furiously.
“Th-three.” Her voice broke just a little and she ducked her head.
“I didn’t tell you that you could look away, did I?”
She stilled and I wondered if she was going to do what I said. Finally, she faced me as tears streamed down her cheeks onto my thigh. I spanked her again and she swallowed loudly.
“Four.”
The fifth one left her clawing at the bedding. I knew her ass had to be on fire at this point. Sweat made her skin slick and I had to resist the urge to taste it. Whoa - where in the hell had that thought come from? That’s not what this was about.
“F-five.”
I paused and caressed her reddened ass-cheek with the pad of my thumb. Goddamn – she was stunning. I struck her again and she moaned deeply, squirming 0p-ou7against me.
“Six.” Her voice was breathless. And fucking sexy.
She watched me with lust-filled eyes as I swung again. The leather met her skin. She cried out and practically humped my leg.
“S-seven.”
Her submission was turning me on like no other had. And damn if I wasn’t reacting, too. Sweat beaded at my temple and my breaths were short, as if I’d been running. I raised the belt again and she stiffened against me. Her nipples hardened and brushed against my thigh when the belt made contact.
“Eight.”
She ground against my leg, trying to get off. And she was so damn wet that I could see her juices glistening in the light. Fuck. I wanted to flip her over and taste her. My dick agreed and hardened. She rubbed against me and I could imagine how perfectly we’d fit together while screwing…
“Please,” she begged.
My hand trembled a little as I gave her what she wanted. I struck her so hard that my thighs absorbed the aftershock and my dick rose against my jeans.
Her voice was hoarse with raw need. “Nine.”
Suddenly, I stood and she tumbled onto the floor. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a marathon. Fuck. This wasn’t going the way I’d planned. I needed her to understand I was in control, but she’d never get that point with my dick as hard as a rock. Her eyes begged me to finish what I’d started and – fuck – I wanted to. But not now.
“Get up.”
She scrambled to her feet. I nodded my head toward the bathroom.
“Go shower. You smell like shit.”
I left before I did something stupid, like fucking her right then and there. She needed to learn a lesson and she’d never get the point if I caved in now. I locked the door when I was in the hallway, exhaling in relief. The knob moved and I grinned. Had to give her credit for that.
Strolling down the hallway, I went to my spare room. Not many peop
le knew I had a second space, but sometimes I needed to get away and just be alone. Grabbing an extra set of clothes, I stripped and went to the bathroom.
I stepped under the showerhead, letting the water rinse the dirt from my skin. My dick was still hard and I stroked it. Daisy’s sweet little pants echoed in my mind and I closed my eyes, imagining her until my own grunts filled the air. I came in hot spurts, but it wasn’t enough. Not when I knew what waited for me in my room.
I finished showering and got out, dressing quickly in jeans and a white t-shirt. According to the clock on the wall I’d been gone for thirty minutes. Long enough for her to shower. I opened the closet and found some clothes that should fit her. Time to go back and finish what I’d started.
I left the room, closing the door quietly behind me and made my way down the hall. No one else was up because of the curfew. I wasn’t stupid though – the curfew was the only rule I’d look past people breaking.
I reached my door and unlocked in, stepping inside. Daisy wasn’t there and I looked around, panic spreading across my chest. Had she found the hidden spare key? Then I heard it - the most goddamn beautiful sound I’d ever heard. She moaned. And then moaned again. My cock twitched, agreeing with me. Fucking sexy as hell.
I dropped her clothes on the bed and stood outside of the bathroom door, listening to her for a moment. Was she thinking about me while she touched herself? I needed to know.
“Daisy.”
She gasped. “Yes, Sir?”
“I’m coming in.”
I entered and stopped in my tracks. Fuck Me. My gaze moved from her face, where a pink blush covered her cheeks, to her perky tits, to her flat stomach, and to her pelvic area, where she tried in vain to cover herself. She wasn’t as bony as I’d first thought, instead toned and fit. My dick was hard again, brought to life by this Aphrodite.
She coughed and darted her gaze away from me. That wouldn’t do.
“You haven’t washed your hair yet. Turn around.”
She turned slowly. I reached around her, picking up the shampoo bottle. Her skin was flushed and I wanted to kiss the water from her shoulder. The lid popped open and I squirted a generous amount into my palm. I tried to ignore the fact that this was the first time I’d washed a female’s hair. Usually it was the other way around.
I moved my hands against her scalp and she shivered. My fingers worked the shampoo through her thick hair, untangling the knots. She melted against me, her skin dampening my shirt.
“Put your head under the water.”
She did as I commanded and I rinsed the soap from her locks.
“I used your loofah,” she murmured.
My cock was fully erect now. “Did you now? My, oh my Daisy. What will I do with you?”
Now
We found a small cabin that had an actual bed inside. I wanted to collapse on it, but there was still work to be done. And I couldn’t stand the dark circles under Daisy’s eyes. She was fucking exhausted, but hadn’t complained once.
“I’ll check the area. Try to get the fire going.”
Daisy flashed me a smile and squatted in front of the wood-burning stove. My chest tightened. Juan would’ve been able to get it going without a problem.
Daisy turned. “Hey. Are you okay?”
“Just thinking about Juan.”
She came to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I’m sorry, Elijah. I know he was a close friend.”
“And you’re… you’re sure he’s dead?”
She nodded. I’d been passed out when a biter attacked him, but I trusted her word.
I pulled away. “I’ll get some wood while I’m out there.”
I’d reached the door when she said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I stepped outside before she could see the tears in my eyes. I was a failure and sooner or later I’d let her down.
6
Then
I pushed Daisy so she faced away from me and turned the faucet off. Daisy’s skin was pink from the hot water, but was different shades of red where the belt had struck. The sight took my breath away. I reached out, tracing one of the marks on her thighs. Goosebumps danced across her skin. I moved to her hip and then around her waist, settling my palm on her stomach. She quivered beneath my touch.
With my other hand I pushed her wet hair across her left shoulder. Her head tilted the same way, knowing where this was going. Good. I needed this to be mutual. I leaned forward and kissed her neck where water had pooled on her skin. She exhaled loudly and I pulled her so she was flush against me.
“Did you like being spanked, Daisy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I nipped her earlobe and she jumped. My scared little flower. I caressed her stomach until she relaxed against me. Her pulse pounded in her neck, giving away her nerves.
“I liked it, too,” I said as I nibbled from her ear back down her neck. “Were you touching yourself before I came in here?”
I needed to hear her say it. She shook her head and I bit down on her neck.
“No, Sir, I wasn’t. I… I was about to, though.”
Goddamn. Her admission deserved a reward. I pressed my palm against her stomach. Slowly, I moved my hand lower.
“And whose hand were you imagining? A lover? Husband?”
I’d asked her before, but I needed to know there was no one else.
“N-no. I have no one.”
“Whose hand, Daisy?”
“Yours, Sir.”
I made a sound in the back of my throat. A growl. Possessive. Primal. She was mine.
“And what was my hand doing? This?”
I cupped her mound before slipping a finger into her drenched folds. She gasped.
“Or this?”
I rubbed my thumb over her clit and she shuddered.
“That.”
Fuck. I rolled the nub between my fingers. Her head fell back against my chest, pushing her breasts forward. I continued to toy with her and cupped one of her perky tits with my free hand. I flicked her nipple and clit at the same time and she jerked against me. She rocked against my hand again and I hummed into her neck.
“Do you like that, Daisy?”
She repeated the motion harder this time. “Yes, Sir.”
I rewarded her obedience and honesty with another flick at her clit, and then spun her around. “What about what I like?”
I licked my bottom lip as I stared into her blue eyes. Her pussy clenched my fingers, drowning them with honey. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked. She moaned deeply.
“What do you like, Sir?”
I continued to tease her body until she was panting. Her pelvis rocked against my fingers, trying to find a release. She was frantic in her movements, but mine were slow and calculated. I inserted a finger inside her and she made a sound.
“How long has it been, Daisy?”
Because I was about to screw her until we were both sated, but she was tight.
“How long,” she echoed in confusion.
“Since you’ve been with a man?”
I added a second finger. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“I… I…”
“Daisy,” I warned.
Her hesitation pissed me off. Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe there was someone else and she was afraid to tell me. The thought made my gut twist.
“When I ask a question, you answer. No if’s, and’s, or but’s. Do you understand?”
She shivered. I knew I could be a mean S.O.B., but she needed to know I wasn’t fucking around.
“Y…yes, Sir,” she finally said.
“When was the last time?”
She looked over her shoulder, meeting my gaze and inhaled. “Never. I’m a virgin.”
The earth shifted beneath my feet. There was no way. She couldn’t be a virgin. She’d reacted to me…
Horror spread throughout my body. My God. I’d almost fucked a virgin in ways that would’ve probably traumatized her for life.
“Get dressed. I’ll be back.”
I stormed from the room, cursing myself. How in the hell hadn’t I realized she was a virgin? A drink. That’s what I needed. Turning the corner I ran right into Bertha.
“Whoa. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“Not now, Bertha.”
She poked my chest. “Have you eaten tonight?” When I didn’t reply she said, “I thought so. What about that girl?”
“No, she hasn’t.”
And that made me feel like a huge tool. I should’ve thought of that. The way those rags were falling off her body there was no telling how long it’d been since she had a good meal.
“I’ll take care of her, but you should stop by the kitchen and get some food. Juan was wanting to speak with you.”
I nodded. “Thanks.” I paused. “Tell Daisy I’ll get her in the morning.”
Bertha raised an eyebrow, but didn’t reply. I made my way toward the kitchen and went to the room connected to it. Juan was my oldest friend at the hospital and I trusted him with my life. So if he needed to talk then I was going to listen. I rapped on his door three times.
He opened it and I stepped inside.
“Thanks for coming, Boss.”
I sat in his recliner, grabbing a handful of grapes from the bowl sitting on the table. “Bertha said you needed to talk to me.”
Juan sat across from me, muting the volume on his CD player. He was one of few who’d earned the privilege of electricity after hours.
“I overheard some talk in the cafeteria today. Some of the guys are pissed about McNeil’s death. Said you overreacted.”
Of-fucking-course. What else would people have to complain about? Certainly not the fact that I kept them fed and provided shelter over their ungrateful heads.
“Who was it?”
“Ward and Campbell, mostly. But they were trying to get others riled up.”
I didn’t trust Campbell further than I could throw him. I’d thought by bringing him closer that I could keep an eye on him, but apparently I was wrong.