Chapter 10 #2
I ran my fingers between her thighs, then pressed two against her slick center. She was dripping, soaked and ready for me. I dipped a finger inside, curled it, gave it a twist that made her knees pull to her center.
She whimpered, but when I pulled out, she arched for more.
I landed the next swat a little higher, let my fingers slide back into her, this time holding them there a second longer. She squirmed, caught between the pain and the pleasure.
“Two, Sir.” Her voice was less certain, but her body was more honest than her mouth ever was.
Another, then another. I continued to finger-fuck her, stretching her, filling her up. She was quickly clutching the blanket, face pressed into the mattress.
“Green,” she moaned, when I paused to check in.
I let myself smile. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
She managed a shaky laugh. “Yes, Sir.”
I kept going, changing the rhythm, never letting her guess which would hurt more—the slap or the way my fingers fucked her after. By eight, I wet my thumb, circled it around her asshole, watching the way she tensed.
“You ever had a man play with your ass, Brie?”
She hesitated, then: “No, Sir.”
“Do you want me to?”
A shaky breath. “I’m not sure, Sir.”
I pressed my thumb against her, not forcing, just coaxing. She flinched, but then relaxed, letting me in. It was almost too much for her, but she took it, every inch.
“Your ass will always be part of your punishment,” I said, working my thumb deeper. “But it can be for pleasure, too, if you let it. You need to relax sweetheart, or it will hurt more going in the first few times.” She relaxed as my thumb passed the first ring of muscle.
Her moan was low, more animal than girl.
I gave her one last hard swat.
“Ten, Sir,” she cried, her whole body bucking as the last swat landed.
My fingers worked her cunt, and my thumb stayed buried in her ass, and when I brushed her clit everything ignited.
She shook and cried out as she fell apart with a massive shudder against my fingers and thumb.
The combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her senses, and the relief of her release showed on her tear-stained face.
I continued to stroke her as the aftershocks rocked her little body.
When I pulled my hands away, she collapsed in a heap.
I wiped my hands on a towel I’d laid on the bed and pulled her up, turned her in my arms, and gathered her to my chest. I kissed the top of her head, her cheeks, even the tears that streaked down her face. I held her until she was quiet again, just breathing hard, her heart hammering like a fist.
“I’m so proud of you, Brie,” I whispered. “You took every bit of that. You’re so much stronger than you know.”
She buried her face in my neck, hands clinging to my shirt. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I think you know how badly you needed that.” I cradled her, letting her come down easy. “And you also need to know that every punishment doesn’t end with you being allowed to come. Since it was your first time and things have been so stressful for you; I allowed it this time.”
She looked up at me, glassy-eyed. I knew she wanted to tell me that wasn’t fair, but she didn’t, and that was progress.
I was a man at the end of my patience. My dick was still rock hard for her body and tonight I would take my fill
When she had recovered, I laid her back on the bed.
She remained only in a pretty purple lace bra, and she allowed me to peel that away, slow and reverent.
I wanted to see all of her, every inch. Her body was lithe, soft in all the places I loved, but toned from a lifetime of running toward or away from trouble.
I stripped off my shirt and then pulled off my jeans, and her eyes widened when my cock sprang free, hard and aching for her. I fisted it, moving my hand up and down its length.
“You look worried, Maverick.” I teased.
Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t look away. “I don't know, Sir. It seems… big. I don’t see how that’s ever going to fit.”
I bent to kiss her, nipping her bottom lip.
“Sweet girl, trust me. Your pussy was made for me. It will fit perfectly. I promise.” I pressed her back into the pillow, then I knelt between her thighs and ran my hand down her belly.
When I reached her pussy, I spread her open with my fingers.
The sight of her—wet, pink, quivering—damn near made me come just looking.
I sobered for a moment, the realization that she was my mate hitting home.
“You need to know that I’m not going to fuck you and run, Brie. If that’s what you want, this stops right now.”
She propped herself up on her elbows so she could look at my face that was all but diving into her sweet cunt.
“Finn Walsh, you’re it for me. No man has ever made me feel the things that you do. I know I’m not what I need to be for you, but you’re the first person who has ever made me want to be more than I am right now.”
“Fuck, little girl. That’s beautiful. I want to make things so good for you that it won’t even seem like an effort for either of us.
And I’m going to start right now by taking my fill of every drop of the slick you’ve made for me.
My tongue is going to lick and taste every part of your cunt, inside and around. ”
Her moans as I dove in were the greatest reward I could have received.
I spread her labia with my fingers, revealing her pink pussy walls and giving my tongue the invitation to dive right in.
I lapped at her juices as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Then, I plunged two fingers in, twisting them and curving them as I moved my tongue up to her swollen clit.
Her hips rose to meet my mouth, rocking up and down as she fucked my face.
I pulled back a bit. “That’s it, Maverick. Fuck my hand and mouth. Keep pumping your hips into my face and tongue. You look so goddamn sexy chasing your release.”
I kept licking and sucking, taking my fill of her. I pressed my tongue, so it was flat against her clit then brought it to a harder point, keeping her on edge until she was writhing and bucking against my face.
“Oh, shit, cowboy! I can’t…it’s just…ahh!”
She screamed her release and suddenly my mouth filled with her essence, her hips quivering with her climax. She panted and tried to catch her breath.
She looked shocked. “Holy shit! What was that?”
“That was all you little girl. Never saw anything more amazing than you coming all over my mouth and tongue.”
Her face told me she’d never experienced that type of orgasm before. Her head hit the pillow like she thought we were done for the night.
“Oh, Maverick, we’re not close to being finished.”
She looked at me in surprise.
“Finn, I don’t think I can!”
“Little girl, you have more orgasms in there for your Sir.” I gave her the gentle reminder with a soft swat to her thigh.
“Sorry, sir.” She gasped.
I took my cock back in my hand and got on my knees before her. I bent her legs and opened her wide for me. I ran my finger through her wetness and then gave her clit a couple of love taps, and she tried to close her legs.
I hesitated for a moment.
“Color, Brie.”
Her turquoise eyes met mine. She realized what she’d done. “Green, Sir.”
A grin snaked its way across my face as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit and watched the way her body arched to chase it. I laughed.
“That’s what I thought. Naughty girl.”
I rubbed my dick back and forth across her pussy, gathering the wetness there. Then, I leaned over her, caging her in with my arms. I reached down and lined up with her entrance and eased the tip inside, holding her gaze the whole time.
She gasped, nails digging into my biceps, as I slid into her, letting her stretch around me. Inch by inch, I filled her, giving her time to adjust, to want more.
“You feel so goddamn good,” I groaned, fighting to keep control. “So fucking tight.”
She whimpered, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper still. I bottomed out, hips flush against her ass, and held there, letting her feel how perfect the fit really was.
I started to move as I fucked her slow, deep, every thrust deliberate. I wanted to brand her from the inside out, make her remember this for the rest of her life. With every stroke, she got louder; the moans turning to pleas, then to screams.
The feel of her wrapped around my cock was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I’d had my dick in my fair share of pussies, but this—this was different.
It felt right. Every thrust was heaven. Her scent filled my nose—lemon and flowers, sunshine and happiness.
Goddess; this was what it felt like to make love to my mate.
I wanted to bite; to knot, to claim, but I refrained.
I needed more time. Right now, I’d just feel.
I pounded into her over and over; and she raised her hips to meet mine thrust for thrust.
When I sensed her start to break, I reached between us, found her clit, and rubbed it in circles, fast and light.
She’d been so close to the edge she almost immediately shattered, body clamping down so hard on my cock I saw stars.
She sobbed my name, lost in the pleasure, and I was right behind her.
I foolishly hadn’t used a condom, so I pulled out right before and shot ropes of cum from her stomach to her throat.
I came so hard it was almost painful. I felt like my entire life had culminated in this moment.
Like I’d been chasing something that I’d finally had in my grasp.
I collapsed beside her, grabbing the towel from the nightstand.
I carefully cleaned my cum from her belly and chest while she caught her breath.
I pulled her close to me and leaned against the headboard and opened the bottle of water I’d set next to the towel.
She wanted to protest, but I insisted she drink it all; that her hydration was important after such intense physical activity.
After a while, I rolled us onto our sides, keeping her tucked against my chest. I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her eyelids.
“You okay?” I asked, needing to be sure she’d not gone beyond any boundaries she’d wanted.
She opened her eyes, dazed but clear. “Yeah. I’m… so good.”
I smiled, pride and relief mixing in my chest. “That was incredible.”
She kissed me, her affection clear, then tucked her head under my chin. “I like this,” she mumbled. “Being yours.”
I held her tighter. “You were always meant to be, Maverick. Even when we didn’t know it.”
We lay like that, tangled in sheets and sweat, until the world faded out and nothing was left but the quiet, the afterglow, and the promise that tomorrow we’d do it all again—only better.
Tomorrow we’d talk about being mates and what that means. Hell, I only hoped she felt the call of the mate bond the same way I did.