CHAPTER 3
He’d pulled the pin on a grenade and waited for the boom to happen as Felix struggled with the outrageous command. Ever since he’d put her on his lap in that boat and said those things to her, she’d done a one eighty. He’d taken one risk after another on pure cock-instinct then watched her layers burn away. But he never dreamed that she’d want him to make her as much or maybe more as she wanted what he’d do.
Seeing her trapped in her own fears and desire, he stood and went behind her. Stroking his fingers in her hair, he listened to the sounds of her arousal. With each pass through the silky curtain, her breaths grew faster. They hitched more when he gathered that glory in his hand, forming a tight ponytail in his fist and bringing gasps of pleasure that torched his cock.
He angled her head, finding her eyes closed and mouth parted in fucking rapture. He’d never seen such a beautiful sight or felt a more vicious ache in his being. All those prayers his mother prayed over him every night were surely being answered right before his eyes.
The need to taste his angel brought his mouth to her neck for a slow lick along the silky skin.
That desperate fucking cry she gave. Bon Dieu, she was magnifique. He placed open mouth suckles over every inch, letting her building arousal boil him alive.
“Please,” she gasped. “Mon Bien Monsieur.”
“Fuck,” he gushed, covering her mouth with his and tightening his fist in her hair, exacting her sharpest cry yet. “Yeah,” he shuddered, licking along her tongue and pulling again. “That, baby?” He tilted her head further back, feasting at her beautiful mouth as her yes’s poured out. “Open those legs wide for me.”
She answered with non-stop moans and frantic breaths.
“You have them fucking wide open for me?”
“Yes! So wide. Please Mon Bien Monsieur!”
“I’m going to suck your pussy till you come all over my fucking mouth.”
“Lukas! Oh!”
He released her hair and knelt before her chair. Staring at her chest, he yanked her top down, ready to see her. He gripped her upper body in both hands and pulled her to his mouth, sucking her tit with a harsh groan. He learned her hard nipple with every inch of his tongue while the pleasure turned her into his burning angel.
He stood and scooped her up, making his way to the bed, back at her mouth to eat up her continuous frantic moans. “Put your arms over your head,” he ordered, after laying her down.
The sight of her obeying immediately with her eyes closed slowed his own desperate pace. He needed to witness every bit of what she gave him. Torn between fire and awe, he raised her dress and took hold of her panties, carefully unwrapping his miraculous gift.
“Lukas,” she called, when he pulled them off her ankles.
“Ma amour,” he whispered, staring at her perfection. “Ma femme.” He dragged his fingers along her trembling legs. Reaching the dark hair at heaven’s junction, he stroked the coarse silk till hunger raged through him. “Dis le moi.”
“Yes,” she panted. “All yours. I’m all yours. Please…please Mah Bien Monsieur.”
He stared with lethal intentions at her beautiful womanhood, opening her legs. At encountering resistance in her trembling limbs, an insane hunger rose in his chest. “Je le veux, baby. Give me what’s fucking mine.” He shoved her open and pinned her legs to the bed, groaning as he watched her squirm under his steel grip, her arms still nice and high above her head.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he swore, laying between her legs and opening her with his fingers. “You’re going to grind this pussy against my mouth.”
That was all the warning he gave before burying himself in her hot silk.
Her fingers latched in his hair and her legs clamped down on either side of his head with cry after shocked cry. The moment was fucking traumatic for both of them and put him in a headspace of unthinkable hunger. He captured her clit with his mouth and milked it with groan, bringing a tremble to her body and his name on every gasp. He sucked without mercy till that pleasure bomb detonated. Then came the hard spasms and hair pulling, shooting his adrenalin through the roof.
He growled and pierced her inner thighs with his fingers, making her suffer every bit of the explosion. Winded, he eventually smiled at the dramatic turn in the sounds she made a full minute after her orgasm. “So good Mah Belle Petite Rebelle?” he asked, placing soft kisses all along her inner thighs. She answered with a huge, shocked breath of yet another, “Oh my God!”
He crawled over her body, needing to taste that mouth-orgasm she was having. “Mmm,” he said when she captured his face while he kissed her. “You taste that?” he murmured, licking her shy tongue as her moans turned curious. “That’s the taste of heaven.”
Her breath caught then released sharply. He pressed his face against hers and laughed. “Is that scandalous to you?”
He closed his eyes at the glide of her fingers along his scalp. “It’s… very…outrageous.”
He pulled up and stared at her, going serious. “Your beauty is outrageous.” He leaned and kissed her forehead. “And your fucking ass.”
She let out a giggle and the innocent sound got him so fucking hard. He returned for her mouth, ready to have more fun. He slid his hand along her arm and took her wrist, moving it back above her head. Her breath sucked in with knowing and he answered with a groan, doing the same with the other. “You know what’s coming, Mah Petite Rebelle?”
“You?” she gasped, pushing her leg into his hard cock.
He pushed back with a warning moan. “Let me,” she whispered around his kiss. “Make me, Mah Bien Monsieur.”
Fuck, yes. “You want my cock?”
She gasped like the term penetrated her as he gave in to the pressure she put on it, rocking. “I…want to make you feel good,” she whispered, her shaky breaths on his mouth.
“And I want to make you do it,” he admitted on a hot breath as her legs opened and his hips landed right between them. The worried gasp was a prelude to what was coming. But she wasn’t nearly ready for that.
“Make me.”
The dare came as a frail beg and he pushed into her sex, holding her wrists in his hand and taking hold of her jaw. He took her mouth in a kiss, back to recklessly hungry.
“Make me,” she whimpered as his appetite grew. “Let me touch it.”
The innocent expression rocked his fucking mind, and he climbed off her.
“I’m…did I say…something wrong?”
“Oh fuck, you’re killing me,” he gasped, holding his head and pacing for safe ideas to have what he craved while not moving too fast for her. French flew from his mouth as he grabbed one of the chairs and placed it next to the bed. Somebody needed to be tied and he wasn’t sure who now. Her hands behind her. That needed to happen. If she was helpless, he would survive. If she had her way with those hands, he’d burn them both alive.
He brought the rope to the bed. “Undress,” he ordered, winded at what he was about to do. He sat in the chair with the rope, watching as she slowly stood then turned to remove her dress. His gaze lowered, waiting for the ass show he’d been fantasizing about. And then the dress fell, taking his breath with him. Fuck, he could jack off between those firm cheeks. And then fall into temptation and jack off in her sweet pussy. Now wasn’t the time to do that.
His mind threw a fit, demanding he explain himself, why wasn’t the best time right then and there? He was going to marry her, no doubt about it, so why wait?
Her age and inexperience was his bullshit logic.
“I need to be tied,” he decided as she slowly turned. “Oh fuck,” he whispered at the sight of her. She kept her arms at her sides, and he knew that alone was a fucking gift since her eyes were closed in embarrassment.
“How…do you want me to…tie you?”
“Yes,” he said, positive now. If she by some miracle rose above her sweet inhibitions and fucked him, then…he’d call it fate and not regret a second. Once he was restrained, he’d figure out what came next. He’d take anything, even having her stare at his cock while making her dramatic, sexy noises.
She regarded him from head to toe. “You need to undress,” she seemed to realize.
Fuck, he couldn’t be tied, he realized as she tucked her fists under her chin, covering her petite breasts.
He stood and looked down into her hungry gaze aimed up at him. He leaned and put his mouth next to hers. “Undress your Bien Monsieur.”
Boiling hunger grabbed his balls as she took hold of his face and kissed him with a delicate moan before lowering to her knees. He closed his eyes as she undid his pants, steadying the urges pummeling his muscles and cock. He looked down when she began working his pants over his hips, wanting to see her expression for the great reveal.
He helped finish the job as she knelt frozen, staring at his cock. “It’s all yours baby,” he said between hot shudders. “Touchez moi, mah belle.”
He watched her hands raise to obey. She tilted her head and watched her fingers as she ran them along the length. They both gasped, him from the fire, her in curious awe. Was it really her first time seeing a cock or touching one?
“Take your time, Mah Petite Rebelle,” he said, hoping she made good on the nickname he gave her. But she didn’t. She tortured him with soft, inquisitive touches, discovering.
“So soft and…so hard,” she marveled, touching the tip of her finger on the drop of precum with a sharp intake of breath.
“You’re killing me,” he strained, grabbing hold of the base, ready to see her mouth on it. “Kiss it,” he said, wondering what she’d do with that order.
She did exactly as he said, almost making him sorry he’d not been more graphic. But watching her make her way all along his cock with those tiny kisses was a fucking rush. He matched her every kiss with a sound of pleasure, watching her become aware of the power she had over him. He steeled himself against the boiling heat in his blood while letting her have her sweet way.
“Yes,” he praised when her lips began opening more. Swear words came with her hot suckles now moving toward the head. “Felix,” he breathed as she gave her full attention to the crown. “Fuck, yes.”
She opened her mouth and nursed softly up to the ridge, bringing a blast of breath with his groan and every name he’d given her as he begged for more.
She seemed to unlock her own hunger and took hold of the base, going down on him, bringing his fingers in her hair. Her moans reached into his balls as she picked up her pace, her hand reaching up to stroke over his abs.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” he gushed, opening his legs more and thrusting for the back of her throat. “Fuck, baby,” he said around a groan, hissing when her teeth grazed him with every pump. “You want me to come in your fucking mouth?” The idea had him dizzy and wanting exactly that.
Her moans came faster with the scrape of her nails over his muscle like they fed some secret appetite.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warned, grunting with every breath now. “Baby, putain ne t”arrête pas.” His head fell back as his orgasm hit and steam rolled his self-control. He fisted a handful of hair to hold her back, but she pushed in, her gasping mouth nipping and fighting to reach the head of his cock. He erupted all over her face, his ragged groans going on and on. She covered his hand now wrapped around his cock with little hungry kisses, making him want to fuck her on the spot.
The trail of fire on his abs from her raking nails registered in his cock while French continued to be the only language he could remember. He hurried back to earth at the sweet sounds she made, wanting to fucking kiss her for that mind blowing experience.
Opening his eyes and finding her kneeling before him brought violent desires to have her in every way, no waiting, fuck that.
The glisten of cum on her face prompted him to locate his t-shirt and kneel before her. He wiped her face, adoring every inch of it as she let him clean her.
He tossed the shirt and held her head in his hands, again staring down at the stirring gift of her utter submission and trust. Starting at her forehead, he kissed his way along the silky skin, ending at her mouth where they both exchanged expressions of awe and hunger.
“Did I…do it good?” she whispered.
His fingers tensed and he answered with a ravenous kiss before finally asking his own question. “What do you think?”
She gave a light breath of joy, smiling. “I think that meant yes?”
“Yes isn’t a strong enough word.”
She gave him a bigger laugh, and he stroked her face, staring at her joy while wondering why it should stir him that deeply. “I liked it very much,” she whispered to him, smiling. “What else…will you make me do?”
Bon Dieu. “Everything,” he decided, stroking her skin with his thumbs. “Eventually.” Her open disappointment made him grin. “You have to learn patience Ma Belle petite Rebelle. And strict obedience to me.”
“In what?” she whispered, the instant lust in her face reaching his own blood.
“In all things,” he murmured, his fantasies taking off. “But especially in plaisur things.”
“Pleasure things?”
He nodded, studying her perfect mouth now parted in hunger.
“Teach me,” she urged, putting her hands behind her. “While I’m bound.”
Nitro’s cock nearly erupted at the sight of her tits pushing at him and how eager she was to be helpless with him.
“I want to learn everything,” she added. “You can make me, I don’t mind. I…I love it,” she barely gasped. This he knew but to hear her say it put him in another headspace, one with a singular motive. To wreck her sweet body till she couldn’t walk.
He stood and said, “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
She hurried to obey then sat on the mattress instead. “What happens if…I don’t listen?” she wondered with hot curiosity.
Fucking Dieu. “What do you think?”
Her eyes simmered on him. “You…discipline?”
The open hunger for that brought him closer to her. “Yes.”
She looked up with a nervous sweep of her tongue. “How?”
He took hold of his shaft at the base. “Look at my cock.”
She lowered her gaze and stared until she became visibly breathless.
“You want it?”
She nodded then whispered, “Yes.”
“How do you want it?”
She tore her gaze from it and looked up, appearing confused. “How many…ways can I have it?”
Fuck, she was going to be so much fun. “How many ways do you want it?”
Another nervous sweep of her lips as she eyed his dick.
“Eyes up here, petite Rebelle,” he said, holding back a smile.
She jerked them up again before wondering, “All?”
“You will surely get my cock in all ways, Petite Rebelle. Unless you disappoint me. Then you will not get it. Nor will you get pleasure.”
“What will I have to do?”
“Exactly what I tell you. Exactly when I tell you. And how I tell you.
She held his gaze and swallowed before again wetting her lips. “What about…the Ball?”
“What about it?”
“I mean…am I…still required to go? Since you’re…”
“Speak clearly, Petite Rebelle.”
“I don’t…want to go to the Ball,” she whispered, timidly.
He moved the head of his cock near her mouth, and she gasped, looking at it. “Kiss my crown while you tell me why.”
She reached for it.
“I didn’t say touch it. Put your hands behind your back.”
She did, her eyes locked on his cock while her breaths got louder.
“You want to suck it again, don’t you,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said, nodding.
He hit her cheek with the head, bringing her shocked gasp of pleasure. “Yes what, Petite Rebelle?”
“Yes…Mon Bien Monsieur,” she gasped.
He stroked the hair along her face with a finger as she kissed the head with tiny moans. “That’s my Bien Petite Rebelle,” he murmured.
The praise brought another moan from her as she opened her mouth and French kissed the head. “Tell me why,” he ordered, his breaths thickening as she milked the slit with her tongue.
“Because I don’t want another husband. I want you, Mon Bien Monsieur.”
He took hold of her head, groaning with that confession. “For that, you get to suck the head.”
She obeyed with a hungry perfection and in ten seconds he was insane with the unfolding of his wildest fantasies. And that he’d get them with her, not some other woman in the swamps.
“You want more?” he whispered.
She nodded with a moan, and he pushed his cock in deep, watching her mouth on him.
“You look fucking beautiful with my cock filling your pretty mouth. I’ve fantasized this baby,” he whispered. “Your mouth all over me. Open your legs as wide as you can.”
Her moans turned frantic as she sucked him, doing as told.
“Such a good girl, yes. I want you to rub your clit while you suck me. But don’t fucking come unless I tell you.”
Her brows drew together with a desperate moan, doing just as he said.
“Is your pussy burning hot for me?”
Quick nods as she struggled with the duel task, her moans straining with the flutter of her nostrils.
“Is your orgasm close, baby?”
He pulled out of her mouth at the frantic turn in her moans. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She quickly turned and his breath left him seeing her in this position. Standing behind her, he stroked her perfect ass, moaning at the feel and sight of his hands on that part of her. He moved them to her waist and measured her in his hands, squeezing as she made sounds like she might come just from his touch.
Back at her ass, he gripped one firm cheek while sliding his other hand along that perfect split.
“Oh!”
“Lower your chest on the bed,” he whispered, wanting to see more. He angled his head when she presented the new sight. “Your fucking pussy is wet.” He slid his finger along the crack of her ass again, getting her gasping shock when he went right over that tight pucker. He proved how wet she was with a shallow dip of his middle finger in her opening. “Tight fucking pussy,” he muttered, holding her ass tighter as she went into a frenzy of please Mon Bien Monsieur, please, please.
He remembered the sins of his little rebellious Felix and squeezed her ass till his nails pressed into her skin. “Do you know how pissed I am you didn’t select me in that application?” He twirled his finger in her tight opening.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped into the bed. “I didn’t mean it.”
“You’ll need to be punished for that.”
“Please, I…I need to come Mon Bien Monsieur.”
He added a second fingertip to her opening, stretching her while using her ass cheek to create a rocking motion.
He moved behind her and lay his cock between her firm buttocks, getting another round of desperate moans and begs. He moved her hips, sliding his cock between her cheeks. “I’m going to fuck you like this soon.”
“Please now! I’m begging, Lukas.”
“You are,” he shuddered. “But then you kissed my brother.”
She pushed her ass against him. “I… I didn’t even open my mouth!”
To hear her so desperate had him insane with hunger. He raked his fingers along her spine, holding her down while moving the tip of his cock to her entrance. “You’ll need to pay for that.”
He touched her opening with the head, barely pushing into her tightness.
“Mon Bien Monsieur, please oh please, punish me. Spank me!”
He froze, listening to her pants in the bed. “Where did you learn that one?”
Her sputters came between breaths. “I…the Belle Eveque was talking about… a book and…husbands punishing and…spanking,” she gasped. “I didn’t ask anything, I was just listening.”
His cock throbbed at this favorable news. That explained her reactions to him. “And how did you feel about what you learned?” Even though he already knew, it was fun hearing her sputter through her confessions.
“I…I liked it,” she whispered, tilting her hips to get closer to him.
“What part did you like?”
“All of it,” she said, her moans barely restrained.
“You want me to spank you? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“I…I think so,” she dared.
He got busy thinking up ways to test that. A vision appeared in his mind, and he sat on the bed, scooting to the wall. “Get on my lap with your back to me.”
She seemed to remember that position and got right in it.
“Put your chest against the bed,” he ordered, stroking her hips as she did. “Now lift your naughty ass for me.”
“Lukas,” she gasped as she got into position.
He stroked both cheeks with a moan, filling his fists with her thick flesh. “Touch your clit. Show me what you learned.” She hurried to obey, getting his “Mmm, good girl.” He stroked his finger over her opening and pushed slowly inside her. “Don’t fucking come,” he ordered when he cries immediately piqued and her pussy convulsed around his finger. “Can’t wait when my dick is in you like this.”
“Oh!” she gushed, lifting her finger from her clit.
“Your pussy is fucking tight.”
“I’m going to come,” she gasped, sounding worried.
“Don’t touch your clit,” he said as he carefully added a second finger to her pussy, grunting with her response to that. “Feels good baby?”
“Oh my God, Lukas,” she panted into the mattress.
He lit her ass with his first spank. The full body jolt and shocked scream accompanied the fucking bite of her pussy. She cried out as he moved in and out of her, laying another pop on that tight cheek.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” The shock and pleasure in her cries made him fucking crazy.
“You like me punishing you?”
“Yes, oh yes, please Mon Bien Monsieur, spank me. I need to come, I’m begging just like you said I would.”
“Yes you fuckingare.”
“Let me come, I’ll do anything you want, anything you say.”
“Yeah?” He spanked again.
“Yes!” She grunted and pushed against his finger. “Can I come,” she begged, tormented.
“I’m not done punishing yet.”
He plunged his two fingers deep with another spank then pulled his wet fingers out and spread her juice over that tight pucker. She was shaking with non-stop cries as he angled his hand so his thumb reached her ass.
“Lukas, oh!”
“You’re fucking ass kills me, baby,” he shuddered, stroking the tips of his fingers against her g-spot till the worry left her moans. “I won’t hurt you.” He spanked her, barely pushing the tip of his thumb against her ass.
“I’m begging!” she wailed as he spanked her again, jabbing his finger against her core and getting the tip of his thumb in that tight muscle.
“I can’t! Lukas I…”
“I got you baby,” he said with a hot groan, using his ring finger on her clit now. “Fuck my fingers. Flick those sexy hips on my hand.”
She jerked around in effort, and he pushed a quarter of his thumb in her ass with another spank. It brought her orgasm and more pops on her ass. “Fucking come hard,” he shuddered, jabbing at her core while she bucked and spasmed. He held her body tight with his legs, enjoying the violent tremble in her limbs till he thought he”d come from it.
When she began to spiral back down, he leaned and kissed her red skin then licked over the hot flesh as her whimpers dwindled to exhausted moans. “Come here,” he whispered, ready to feel her closer.
He turned her and cradled her against his body. She laid her head on his chest with a contented moan that set a perpetual hunger in his soul. He vowed to always bring that sound from her after they came together in that way.
He stroked her head and body, getting a wince when his fingers slid over her ass. “Poor Petite Rebelle,” he murmured, kissing her forehead when she tilted her face up.
“Are we married now?” she murmured, bringing his smile. Then chuckle.
“What?” she wondered, a hint of confusion in her voice.
He kissed her worried mouth, groaning at the way she returned his passion. “Not until I put my dick in it.”
“So…what are we? Dating?”
At hearing the displeasure in her voice, he grinned again. “Training. My wife.”
“And if I fail?” she wondered, putting her head back on his chest.
He chuckled. “You won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I know the teacher.”
She lifted her head again, looking at him. “I’m being serious. When are we considered…married?”
“I told you.”
“Right, so…when will you put your thing in it?”
“My thing,” he grinned bigger now.
“Yes, I’m not…you know what I’m saying. I don’t use these words.”
“I won’t put my thing in it till you can call it by the right term.”
“And then you will?”
He pulled her closer to him. “No, but that’s one requirement.”
She pushed back a little, staring at him. “I’m being for real right now,” she pled.
“Why does that matter? Do you only want me for my thing?” He stole a kiss from her parted lips. “There will be no other woman, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’re the only Rebelle I want.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as he nipped at her mouth. “Can you be patient for me?”
“No,” she barely murmured, kissing him back. “Not for that.”
He smiled on her mouth. “You want me to marry you now?”
“Yes,” she hurried, kissing him more as she straddled him. “Right now. Put your…penis in it.”
He laughed and quirked a brow at her. “Cock.”
She wet her lips. “Put your…cock in it.”
He stared at her tits in his face. “Put my cock in what?”
She let out a gasp when he leaned in and captured a nipple. “My privates,” she whispered as he suckled.
“Your pussy,” he revised, flicking the tip with his tongue.
“I can’t talk like you, I’m not a man,” she barely complained.
“Mmm, no you’re fucking not,” he said, moving to her other tit for its fair share of attention. “You want my cock in your pussy?”
Her fingers tugged his face up and she kissed him. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want that.”
“You want what?”
She shoved his shoulders, not breaking her kiss. “What you just said.”
“My cock in your pussy?”
“Yes,” she moaned softly, stroking her fingers along his scalp. “Make love to me, Lukas. Why wait? I want to be your wife this night.”
“And for our honeymoon we’ll Bat-tie?”
She froze then pulled back, looking at him with a pained expression that grew funnier by the second. “I made a mess of things.”
He captured her face in his hands and kissed her. “You can”t take all the blame. And it’s my honor to clean it. And then marry you.”
She laid her head back on his chest. “You can put your…cock… in my…pussy and not tell anybody. It can be our secret.”
“You want to be my secret lover?”
Her fingers toyed with his nipple, making his cock jerk.
“That could be fun. You could…treat me like your servant and punish me at night when you sneak into my room.”
“If you can make me come in under a minute with that sexy mouth, I’ll consider it.”
She gasped and opened his legs, getting right to work with a mind-blowing hunger. Fuck, she was going to win at that rate. And the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of a secret affair with her. But what he was really interested in was marry-fucking his Bayou Bat Maiden sooner rather than later.