Chapter 21 Rust
RUST
I pull over onto a patch of gravel by a small cornfield and kill the engine.
“You forgot one tiny detail, Big Guy.” Tally grabs her denim jacket from the seat, shrugging it on. “To punish me, you gotta catch me first.”
My eyes narrow. “Oh, you ain’t thinking about what I think you’re thinking about, are you?”
“Sure am.” She grins and spits the gum into a tissue from her purse, stuffing it back inside. “When I was little, I played hide and seek in plenty of cornfields. I’m still a country girl.”
“But do you understand what it means if you open this truck door and run away from me?”
She gives me the most fake-innocent look. “No, tell me. What does it mean?”
I pull my sawed-off shotgun from under the seat. It’s not loaded. Tally doesn’t know that, yet there’s no fear on her face. Only lust.
I pinch her chin between two fingers. “You can’t run from me forever. Once I catch you, I’m gonna pound your sweet pussy until your body remembers that you’re still my wife.”
Tally squeezes her thighs. “Deal. If you catch me.”
“When, not if,” I growl.
“We’ll see.”
She flies out of the door. Her red curls trail like fire behind her as she pushes between the wide rows of corn and I use the rustling stalks to get a rough sense of where she’s headed.
My cock jerks and I palm my erection through my jeans. Normally I prefer the relaxed atmosphere of fishing over stalking and hunting. But something about seeing her run and knowing she wants to get caught has my blood boiling.
If she wants a chase, I’ll catch her.
If she wants me to be bad, I’ll be her outlaw.
Whatever my wife needs me to be, I’ll become.
The thrill gets her creativity flowing? Well damn, I’ll give her the best fucking orgasms and the best inspiration she’s ever had.
I roll down my sleeves before I get out of the truck, carrying the shotgun.
I skulk into the corn, following her boot prints.
A bird twitters in the distance and a breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of soil.
The rows are generously planted. I can maneuver without cutting up my face, but the summer heat makes it feel like trekking through a jungle.
I’m surrounded by green. Green, green and more green.
Where the fuck did she go?
Then, I spot a flash of red hair. My pulse pounds with adrenaline and my dick leaks pre-cum into my boxers.
Tally cowers a few feet away, her back turned. She must’ve lost her sense of direction, expecting me to approach from the other side. Her shoulders heave with quick breaths like she’s a little prey animal, hiding from the big, bad wolf.
I lunge for her. She screams and tries to run, but my arms are long. I grab a handful of her hair, tugging her back against my chest, the shotgun pressed to her ribcage. Her hard nipples poke against the fabric of her dress and it takes all my self-discipline to not take her here in the dirt.
My tongue trails over the shell of her ear and she shudders. “Got you,” I whisper.
The intoxicating scent of her fresh sweat and her floral, sugary perfume lingers in my nose, but there’s more. It’s like underneath, I can smell her fear. Her arousal.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Trouble.”
She whimpers. “Rough. Treat me like a bad girl. Use me. Own me. Degrade me. Don’t stop if I say no. Don’t let go when I fight back. With you, I have no limits.”
Fuck, I can’t tell what’s hotter, that she’s giving me free rein or that I’m the only one she trusts enough to surrender completely.
“You want an outlaw to give it to you hard and fast and I’m more than willing to provide. But with that sorta play, we need a safeword. I propose ’Snuffles’,” I say.
She giggles breathily. “That’s a ridiculous choice.”
“Exactly the point. And if you can’t speak, tap me three times wherever you can reach.” I yank on her hair, wrenching a yelp from her. “Now tell me again what you need.”
She arches her back. “I want your big cock inside me. Fuck, I’m so wet already.”
I lift her and throw her over my shoulder. Tally squeals. She kicks her legs, struggling like I’m really a stranger kidnapping her.
“Let me go!” she keens.
“Stop fighting me, woman!” I growl and smack her ass while I walk.
She cries out, but it only has the opposite effect. Now she’s pounding my back with her fists, ripping off a corn cob to smack me with it. Creative.
And fuck, I’m nearly bursting out of my jeans.
I never thought consensual non-consent roleplay would get my motor running this hot, but the trust adds a whole new layer. The experience stops being just physical. It feels like a deeper connection between us, the kind I’ve never shared with another partner.
The kind I’d never want to share with anybody but her.
When we escape the rows of green, I make straight for the truck. I throw her down on the passenger seat and climb in after her, shutting the door before I drop the shotgun on the floor. The position is a little awkward for a tall guy like me, but I’ll make do.
Tally hurls the corn at me. I duck my head and it hits the roof instead.
“My little Bubblegum Outlaw is feisty,” I grit out.
She props herself up on her elbows, grinning. “Can’t handle me, Big Guy?”
“I could handle you with my hands tied behind my back.” My eyes drag over her body and she squirms under my gaze. “That gives me an idea…”
We’re a tangle of limbs as I wrestle the jacket off her and toss it away, her dress following. Her bare breasts heave and I twirl her nipples between my fingers, making her moan.
Tally writhes as I turn her over on her belly.
I caress her plush upper arms before I wrench her wrists behind her back and grab the duct tape from the shopping bag.
She curses as I bind her wrists in a tight layer of tape.
I tear it with my teeth and throw the roll on the floor before I rip her panties at the seams.
“I want you naked, Trouble, but the boots stay on while I fuck you.”
“Leave it to a country man to show a lady a good time in his truck.”
“You got that right,” I snarl.
My fingers digging into the flesh of her soft hips, I position her face down, ass up and spread her glistening sex.
My tongue slides along her slit and she squirms against my lips. Fuck, she’s delicious. One of these days I’m gonna have to make a whole meal out of her pussy, but tonight, I have other plans for my rebellious country superstar.
My dick practically jumps out as I free him from his cloth prison, but he’ll have to wait a little longer.
The shopping bag rustles as I take out the petroleum jelly and slather my cock in it. I scoop some on my finger, too, coating her puckered asshole.
“I’ve never done this before,” Tally pants, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I pause. “Do you want to?”
She nods.
“Let me take care of you. We’ll go slow,” I reassure her.
Tally lets out a keening moan as she grinds back against my finger and it slips into her tight ass. I feel her clenching around me, pulsing with need. Fresh pre-cum pearls from the swollen head of my dick.
“What a good slut you are for me, taking my finger in your ass,” I praise.
I stretch her with a second finger, then a third, and her breathing becomes more ragged with each digit. When she relaxes, finding her pleasure, I pull out and line up my rigid cock with her rim. Bracing one foot on the floor I press forward.
My cockhead breaches her tight, hot ass. The sensation is incredible, but her muscles fight me.
A pained moan escapes her, sending a surge of pleasure through my dick. I reach around her body to find her clit and start rubbing. I thrust slowly, each push of my hips taking me deeper.
“Fuck, that feels too good…” she moans deliriously.
“My little Bubblegum Outlaw likes it in her ass, hmm?”
“Harder! Make it hurt!” she begs.
I pull out and slam inside over and over, making the truck rock. Our bodies fall into a rhythm. As I gently pinch her clit, she comes undone, rippling around me.
“One orgasm ain’t enough for my wife. Give me another.”
“I-I can’t!”
“Do you need both holes stuffed to get off? You’re such a greedy girl.”
“Well, you don’t have two dicks, cowboy.”
“I don’t need two cocks to fill you up, Trouble.”
I reach for the cob of corn and peel off the green, twisting it off at the bottom. Carefully, I remove any remaining hairs before grabbing the Vaseline.
Tally looks over her shoulder, her eyes widening in a mix of horror and curiosity. “You’re not seriously gonna shove a cob of corn in my pussy?”
I grin, putting petroleum jelly on the corn. “Afraid you can’t take it?”
“Are you afraid I’m gonna like the corn more than your dick?” she shoots back.
“Naw, I know my dick’s the best you ever had. You said it yourself. It even makes you sing.”
I draw the tip of the corn along her slit, lingering against her pussy. “Take a deep breath.”
I push gently and the tip slips into her waiting cunt. She gasps, tensing. I let her take the lead as she rolls her hips, taking the corn deeper.
I feel it stretching her, rubbing along my cock through her thin inner walls. Stars drift in front of my eyes and I mentally recite the lyrics of ‘Neon Moon’ to stop myself from ruining our fun too early.
“God, this makes your ass even tighter…” I grit out.
Tally half laughs, half moans. “I’m happy this feels as good for you as it does for me, cause—damn! I can’t believe gettin’ dp’d with a cob of corn is this amazing.” I thrust the corn in and out and her breath hitches. “The little ridges and bumps while your dick stretches my ass… It’s just—”
I groan. “Fuck, I know…”
I start moving the corn and my hips at once. Tally tilts her head, allowing my lips to find the crook of her neck. Hungrily, I kiss every freckle and lick the salt off her skin. I barely recognize myself when a sudden primal urge surfaces inside me.
All I know is that in this moment, I need to claim her. Mark her.
I dig my teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder while I fuck her ruthlessly into the seat.
Tally lets out a pained noise, but her ass squeezes around me as a second orgasm races through her. Pressure rises from my balls before my cock swells and I spill inside her.
“You drive me wild,” I whisper and kiss the red bite mark on her shoulder.
She slumps under me. “Guess that chase awoke something in you.”
“I ain’t ashamed of how crazy you make me.”
She shudders as I pull out the corn. “I’ll never look at corn the same way again. Every time I sit at a Thanksgiving table, I’ll be thinkin’ of you railing me in your truck.”
Laughing, I roll down the window and throw the corn outside. “I try my best to be memorable.”
Reluctantly, I leave her heat to zip up my pants. I unwrap the tape from around her wrists and when she’s free, Tally crawls into my lap. Lazily, she presses her lips to mine as I curl my arms around her.
We cuddle and kiss for a while. Naked as she is, Tally reaches for her bag and pulls out her spiral notebook and a pen. On a blank page she writes ‘Bubblegum Outlaw’, underlining it twice.
When she catches me reading, she hisses like a territorial cat. “No peekin’!”
“Even though it’s my dick inspiring this masterpiece?”
She pecks my cheek. “Sorry, but that’s exactly why. Can’t risk upsettin’ the delicate balance of creative cock magic.”