Chapter 46 Rust
RUST
I killed a guy.
So what? I can live with it.
Before this, I already became an accessory to murder. I lied to law enforcement. Then I held up a diner with the same shotgun that I used to blow a man’s head to smithereens moments ago.
But if I had the chance to turn back time, I’d do it all again. For her. My crimes were a small price to pay to keep my wife safe. To make her smile. To inspire her.
To make her mine again.
I drop the shotgun and drag my blood-smeared thumb over Tally’s bottom lip, painting it scarlet. Her breath stutters as her thighs clench. I’m already rock-hard.
My willingness to fuck her right next to my victim’s headless corpse probably makes me some sort of psychopath. But it also makes me the kind of man she wants and the kind of man she needs.
That’s all I truly care about.
My whole life, I’ve wanted to be everything she craves. I’d become whatever she wants me to be. Hero or villain, it doesn’t matter to me. I’d let her shape me and use me until I’m spent.
I slip a hand under Tally’s skirt, cupping her sex. She inhales sharply through her nose as I brush over her drenched panties.
“Oh, you’re really a bad girl, Trouble. Getting soaked from your ex-husband killing a man for you.”
She grinds her center against my palm. “Don’t you think I deserve to be punished? Please, punish me. I’ve been so bad!”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
I spin her around by the shoulders, taking a spare cable tie from my pocket. “Arms up.”
Tally raises her hands. I sling the cable tie around her wrists, fastening them to a metal ring drilled into a load-bearing beam. I hike up her skirt, exposing white cotton panties with a lace trim.
“Gotta say I love a pair of jeans on a gal, but these flouncy, flowy skirts are growing on me.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
I tuck the hem of the skirt under her bra to keep it out of the way. “Easy access.”
She laughs. “That’s exactly why I wear them around you.”
Goosebumps spread over her thighs as I pull her panties down and help her to step out of them. I press kisses to the dimples on her ass when a primal need overcomes me. It’s so strong, I can’t hold back.
I plunge my teeth into her tender rear.
She keens, thrashing. “Fuck! Did you just bite me again?”
I admire the red imprint of my teeth on her freckled skin. “Gotta mark what’s mine, Trouble. Aren’t you mine?”
“All that I am is yours.”
My heart is full of sunshine as I whisper into her ear, “I love you. Make sure you remember that cause in a moment, it won’t seem like I do.”
I unbuckle my belt, pulling it from my jeans. I fold it in half and smack my palm with the leather strap, humming at the sting.
“Bend forward. Stick out your ass. Spread your legs. You might wanna hold on to something and keep your safeword ready,” I suggest.
Tally quickly wraps her hands around the beam. “What are you doin’?”
“Ten strikes from my belt and you’ll earn yourself an orgasm. I want you to count them for me.”
“Okay,” she breathes, the single word laden with lust.
I bide my time. Her shoulders tense and I revel in her anxiously turned-on writhing. The longer I wait, the more her boots shuffle, the more her thighs clench.
I bring the belt down hard. She flinches as the leather strap connects with her flesh and her ass jiggles.
“One!” she cries out.
A red welt appears on her skin and my cock throbs. Keeping it in my goddamn pants is about to be as torturous for me as getting whipped is for her.
I land another smack on her right side.
“Two!” Her hips wiggle and I can tell she’s chasing the friction between her legs. I don’t mind her getting a little pleasure with the pain.
The third strike paints a neat red line next to the first. She looks so beautiful with my belt marks on her skin.
“Three,” she moans, voice hitching.
Strikes four and five follow. She counts obediently, every number accompanied by another welt decorating her ass. Her knuckles whiten as she braces herself on the beam.
I nudge my boot between hers. “Let me see your cunt.”
She does as she’s told and I spread her.
“Fuck, that gorgeous pussy is weeping for me. You’re so wet from getting your hide tanned with my belt.”
Tally whimpers. “It’s embarrassing…”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. It turns me on to turn you on, Trouble. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”
I glide a finger through her drenched seam and dip into her entrance. Her muscles tighten greedily around me, sucking me in. A groan dies in my lungs. I wanna bury myself in her, but her punishment ain’t finished.
“You’re already so desperate for my cock, but you haven’t earned that privilege yet. Five more strikes.”
“I can take it!” she says defiantly.
The belt hits the sensitive spot beneath her right ass cheek and she squeals, “Six!”
I half expect her to use her safeword, but she doesn’t. Not even when I wait a moment for her to catch her breath, giving her the opportunity to change her mind and put an end to our game.
Smack!
“Seven!”
The leather cracks as it hits her flesh again.
“Shit that hurt!” she curses. “I mean, eight!”
“You’re doing so well for me, Trouble. Two more and I’ll paint your insides with my cum.”
She nods, breathing rapidly. “I can do it.”
Strike nine lands beneath her left ass cheek. The noise leaving her is half moan, half scream. “Nine!”
God, the sight before me is nothing short of delicious. Red streaks crisscross her rear and I can tell she’s gonna remember this punishment for days.
The belt meets her ass for the last time.
“Ten… oh damn, ten…” She whimpers. “I made it…”
“That’s my girl. I knew you could take it,” I praise and her thighs rub. “Are you ready for your reward?”
“Y-yes, please!”
“So obedient.” I stroke her back and she damn near purrs, writhing under my touch. “All it takes is a good belting from your husband to make you real sweet and docile.”
I wrap the belt around her neck and feed the leather strap through the buckle, tugging gently on the loose end like a leash. With the other hand, I pull down my pants and boxers, taking out my cock.
I notch myself at her entrance. She squirms against me impatiently, allowing me to relish in her arousal.
Then I jerk forward, pushing in to the hilt. Her pussy ripples around me in a maddening grip. Tally’s back arches as she takes me deep, but I withdraw from her tight warmth and slam back in, coaxing a moan from her.
My hips snap against her ass, the slick sounds of my cock splitting her ringing through the old stable. I pull the belt around her neck tighter until she can’t breathe and she comes apart. I pound her through her first orgasm, but I won’t stop there.
I fuck her like I’ve been waiting over a decade for this. For her. I need to sear myself into her flesh, make her understand that no matter what happens after today, she belongs to me. She will always belong to me.
When I let her breathe, she moans my name. With every hitch of my hips, Tally pushes her ass into me like she can’t get enough. As she reaches her second peak, my cum coats her inner walls until I feel it dripping out of her.
I unwrap the belt from her neck and kiss her cheek, lingering inside her as we both catch our breath.
Tally giggles, slumping against the beam. “Do you think it’s weird we’ve had sex twice in immediate or indirect connection to murder?”
“Some people use sensual massages or sexy dice as foreplay. We use the occasional murder. I don’t see nothing wrong with that.” I tuck a curl behind her ear, kissing the shell.
“Okay but imagine this. In twenty years, somebody asks how we’ve kept our marriage spicy. What are we supposed to answer without goin’ straight to jail?”
My heart jumps. We haven’t made plans for the future. I don’t even know if we have a future together, but here she stands with my cum running down her thighs, warming my cock and talking about twenty years down the line.
She could be joking. Or she’s delirious from the pain and the orgasms and the shock of the truth about Rex Dalton. Best idea is to play it safe, though I wanna propose a second time right now.
I gently turn her head, bringing my lips to hers. “If somebody asks, we’ll lie and credit the sexy dice.”