46. One last thing in the bag
One last thing in the bag
Elena
I don’t want to let him go, but let him lead me to the truck. In hindsight, I don’t know what was worse…actually being in the grasp of the lunatic, or not knowing if Wade was okay.
“Do you think he’s actually going to stay in jail?” I’m huddled in my seat as close as I can get to him with the console in between us.
His jaw clenches. “There’s a chance. We’ll see tomorrow.” He squeezes his hand on my thigh and glances at me as he drives. “Are you sure he didn’t hurt you?”
Now that the adrenaline has faded, a few small scrapes and bumps have revealed themselves, but nothing too bad.
“Just this one on my elbow.” I raise my arm to point at the red mark right at the point of the joint.
He pulls it closer, then presses his lips to it in a soft kiss.
“Thank you for coming after me.” I can’t wait until we’re home so I can show him how grateful I am.
“I will always find you.” There’s absolute conviction in his tone.
I believe him.
When we pull into the driveway, the plastic bag that I brought his shirt in rolls heavily across the floor.
“Did you bring a drink? It’s sloshing.” He turns off the engine in front of the porch.
Nerves start to get the better of me.
I had grandiose plans about when we came home from the party. But after what happened, I’m not sure if I want to…
Fuck it.
I need to blow off steam as badly as he does, I’m sure.
“There was one more thing I had in store.” The handles crinkle when I pick it up and the bottom hangs heavy.
He tilts his hat up, raising his brows when I plop it in his lap.
I ignore the sting in my elbow when I lean across to nip at his earlobe. “If you can catch me, you can punish me in any way you want.”
With a shriek, I fling open my door and race across the dried lawn. I can see the silhouette of the tractor in the distance and make that my goal.
It doesn’t take long before I hear the truck slam shut and his boots pounding against the ground.
Shit, he’s gaining on me!
“You think I won’t?” he yells.
Making a sharp turn in the direction of the barn, I narrowly avoid the whisk of his hand through the air.
I could run faster if I wasn’t laughing so hard. The chilly threat of winter makes the breath burn in my lungs.
It feels like freedom with the wind whipping past me. A stark reminder of how close to disaster I just survived.
“I’ve got you now,” he grunts. His fingers nearly clasp my arm, but I tug away again.
The tractor is back in my sights.
“If I make it, I win!” I scream, letting the moon carry my cry.
Victory is mine, I can taste it.
The looming shadow of the giant machine draws closer. I can smell the lingering diesel when I’m wrapped in his arms and tumbling into the earth.
His shoulder twists under us, protecting me from bouncing as we land.
Panting, he holds me so tightly it almost hurts.
“I got you. You’re mine now,” he growls, looping his leg over mine.
I’m completely trapped against his hard body.
And I’m on fire because of it.
“Always, daddy. You gotta promise me,” I gasp. “You’ll always find me.”
His palm works down my heaving side and pushes under the snug spandex shorts. “You’re my slutty little homing beacon.” When his fingers reach my clit, he tightens his grip on my bucking hips.
It’s like a raw current of electricity spasming my muscles.
“All I have to do is close my eyes and my cock knows which way you are.” His chest vibrates with a laugh as he turns me over.
My hands frame his head and I lean down to nibble on his lower lip. “And where is it telling you to go now?”
He digs into his pocket and withdraws the bottle that had been in the bottom of the bag I left with him.
“Anywhere I want.” His lids drop to stare at my mouth. “Take off your clothes and bend over the front end of the tractor. That way every time I’m driving it, I’ll be able to picture your naked fine ass pointing at the sky.”
The cold air makes my nipples peak when I pull off my sweaty top. Clothed only in moonlight and my sneakers, I move slowly away until I can put my palms on the hard steel.
Glancing over my shoulder, I bend to wiggle my bare butt towards him. “Like this?”
“Higher,” he grunts.
I reach to chest level, then turn again. “Here?”
His palm snaps against my ass. “You know better.”
Fire licks at my belly as the sting fades.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan, reaching above my head to stretch myself out.
“That’s my good girl.” He fastens my wrists to the metal grill with my discarded shorts.
Then his knee pushes between mine, spreading my legs.
Hot palms work their way up and down the lines of my torso, rubbing over my belly and thighs, before he encircles each calf to my ankles.
“Checking for weapons?” I giggle, pushing my mouth against my bicep to hide my smile.
“To see if you’re injured and hiding it from me.” His deft touch covers every inch of my exposed skin, even running his thick fingers deliciously against my scalp.
When he reaches my elbow, I involuntarily wince.
He pauses. “Elena,” he mutters with a low rumble.
The flat of his hand bites at the tender flesh of my side again as he raises my head back by my throat. “How did I know you’d do that?”
His breath burns against my neck, cooling as it pours over my aching nipples.
“It isn’t that bad,” I whimper, arching my spine to press into him.
He splays his fingers over the spot he’s been swatting, rubbing it sensuously. “I’m the only one allowed to mark you.”
Dropping behind me, his lips replace his hand to feather kisses along the swell of my ass. “Because I’ll never hurt you.” Another light brush of his lips moves closer to the center.
“I know. I trust you.” I hope he can hear the sincerity through the lust dripping from my words.
Both of his palms grip me, spreading me for his searching mouth. “Show me my pussy,” he growls, pushing with the tips of his fingers to tilt my pelvis.
Fuck.
As his tongue runs along my soaked seam, my knees almost give. With long, sucking licks, he devours me.
Then his thumbs pull me wider as he tastes the spot I had hoped for.
“Jesus,” I hiss, writhing against my restraints.
I’ve never had a mouth touch me there before.
His iron grip tightens, forcing me to endure the sweet agony of him eating my sensitive ass.
By the time he stands, I’m trembling with need. Desperately I try to crawl backwards from the tractor.“Please, daddy.” I just want him to keep tasting me.
“Tell me what you want.” He flicks off the cap to the small bottle of oil and tips it over his hand.
The slick gel is still cool when he smears it between my legs. Long, firm strokes spreads it everywhere his mouth was just at.
“I want you.” One of my wrists slip free as I wiggle against his touch.
I love that he did it loose enough I could pull away if I wanted. But I want to be his obedient little girl.
“Put it back,” he barks before his palm claps my skin again. “And tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
My fingers knot in the thin fabric. “Punish me for running. For all the bad things I’ve done. Please?”
His thumb breaches my puckered entrance and he reaches to fill my pussy at the same time.
It leaves me gasping, hanging from my restraints as the shock of his intrusion fills me with radiating waves.
Then he starts to churn his hand, brushing his touch through the thin membrane separating it.
Colors starburst behind my eyes.
I hear his zipper, then the snap top of the bottle.
And he withdraws his hand, leaving me hollow and shaking on the edge.
It’s quickly replaced with the thick head of his erection, sliding between my legs. The ridge rubs against my hard clit, making my spasm with every stroke.
But he shifts until the throbbing tip is pressing my puckered hole and he grabs my hips. “Move that ass,” he grunts, freezing in place.
My body acts on its own at his command. I start with tiny movements, working against his stiff end until he pushes into the ring of muscle.
Cold sweat drenches my body. He’s so fucking big I have to pause.
Another smack jolts me and I rock my hips.
“I didn’t say stop.” He leans to smooth the sting.
I swear he’s right. Every time I slow down, it feels uncomfortable.
The faster I move, the deeper and better it feels.
“That’s it. Take it all.” His fingers dig in as he starts to help me rock against him.
Then his flat belly begins to slap my skin and he drives into me.
My entire body is an inferno, white hot and pulsing.
In the next thrust, he reaches around and finds my clit, erupting me into screams.
The intensity makes my legs give out as wave after wave shatters over me.
His grip tightens, holding me up to piston into me until he’s roaring into the night, shuddering through his own release.
I’m weak, hanging from the grill of the tractor.
His lips find the place between my shoulder blades, then he lets his softening dick slide out of me.
Fuck that feels weird. Chilly air cools the sweat that’s plastered to my body making me shiver.
“Hold on, baby. I’ll get you taken care of.” He drapes his shirt over me as he unties my wrist. “I’m leaving your shorts there.” His teeth flash in the moonlight as he wraps me tighter.
I don’t even have the energy to giggle when he scoops me against his bare chest, but settle into his hold with a contented sigh.
This man. My man. He knows how to take care of me.
Protect me.
Punish me.
And I love him for it.