Chapter 34 #2
“What’re you doing?” I yell, bucking my hips and trying to roll free as he pulls them the rest of the way off.
Now, I’m naked from the waist down. A cool breeze strokes over my skin like fingertips, and I tell myself that’s why I’ve broken out in goosebumps.
Panic thumps in my chest. I’m frightened, freaking out, but a little shameful part of me notices as I squirm how the motion rubs my clit, dragging it against Carrson’s firm thigh.
“I’m going to punish you now,” he says calmly, moving one hand in between my shoulder blades and forcing me still.
“What?” I squeak. “You are not.”
“I am,” he says, sounding so fucking rational it pisses me off. “And you’re going to tell me to do it.”
“Absolutely not,” I snap my teeth, try to bite his thigh, but it’s out of reach.
“You’ll beg me for it,” he says, his hand smoothing down my backside, almost lovingly. The smug asshole.
“I will no—” I choke on my words, my own moan interrupting them because his hand is in between my legs now, stroking deep, the motion easy because, much to my astonishment, I’m already wet.
Carrson’s breathing picks up when he feels it. “Mmm,” He murmurs appreciatively as he slips a finger inside and my ass lifts on its own, giving him better access.
“Yes, that’s it,” He encourages as I push back against him, my eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. “You want to deny it, but this pretty little cunt of yours is already weeping for me.”
He brings his hand out and uses my own arousal to coat my clit, then swirls his thumb over that sensitive bundle. A ragged moan breaks out of my mouth and I grind against him, dizzy from the rush.
“I keep thinking about it,” Carrson pants, even though he’s fully clothed, but he’s hardening against my side.
“About down in the vault. Those sounds you made when you came. How tight you were on my cock, strangling it.” His voice drops into a hoarse rasp.
“I want to do that again. Be with you again.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant, his voice a distant melody since most of my focus is directed inward. At the fire he’s stocking inside my body, how it burns brighter with each touch of his hand, his fingers. He pushes back into me again, two fingers this time and my groan echoes into the trees above us.
“You have to be punished first,” he says, “I know you want that, you’ve been waiting.”
“No,” I gasp, my voice a barely a whisper.
The crack of his hand on my ass rings out and I yelp as birds startle from the trees, flapping off angrily.
I gasp, and then, feel the heat.
Spreading. Blooming. Wrong and right all at once.
“Don’t lie to me,” Carrson grits out, fury in his tone, “and even more, don’t fucking lie to yourself.”
His hand is back, but it circles where he struck me, soothing the sting. And, oh my God, I’m on fire. My ass, but also all over. Every piece of me is awake and buzzing. I writhe in his lap, desperate for friction anywhere, everywhere.
He takes his hands away, crosses them over his chest. “Now tell me, and be honest, what do you want?”
I almost cry then, can feel a sob work its way up my throat. I don’t want to do as he asks but I also don’t want him to stop.
“Say it.”
I shake my head, even as I shift on his lap, eager, traitorous. If he doesn’t touch me in the next minute, I might actually lose my mind.
“Say it,” he repeats, stern. “Or I stop.”
“I—,” I will my tongue to move, to spit out the words, but it’s so hard. “I—I want…” I force the words forward, even as every instinct fights them. I hate this. Hate needing. Hate giving in but a glance over my shoulder shows how stoic he is.
That’s how I know. There’s only one way to get what I need.
“I want you to spank me,” My head drops, “and then I want you to fuck me.”
The words taste like surrender. Like defeat and victory all at once.
There’s no pretending anymore. I choose this.
His smile is triumphant, male ego at its peak, but he doesn’t rub it in my face.
“Good,” is all he says. “Me too.”
Even though I’m expecting it, the next smack of his hand sends a shockwave through my body, one that ends right between my legs. I moan, the sound starving. Greedy.
“You like that, don’t you?” His hand is on my pussy, sliding through the heat testing it as if he’s measuring results.
“Mmm,” I murmur, already aching for more.
He sets a pattern, striking each ass cheek one after another, hard enough to burn but not enough to bruise, then rubbing between my legs, over my clit, driving his fingers into me and pumping hard, then back to my ass.
Over and over, he does it until the orgasm builds in me like electricity flowing from a socket, until I’m convinced my hair must be standing on end.
I grind against him, the motions jerky and frantic letting him know I’m close.
“Yeah. That’s it,” he pants along with me, his erection jabs into my ribs and I rub against it too, wanting him to be as turned on as I am.
“I want you to come,” Carrson says, “So hard now, all over my hand so I can fuck you while you’re dripping.”
Those words, the image of that, sends me right over the edge.
He slaps me two more times, shoves into me with his fingers and I detonate, screaming and spasming around him.
He’s still pushing his fingers into me when I hear the sound of his zipper.
Carrson moves me to the side, keeping me on my stomach, then he pulls my butt up so I’m on my knees and bent elbows.
I rest my forehead on my hands, bound by the whip.
The rope circles over each wrist and I stare at it, a memory tickling but before I can grab it Carrson’s behind me.
He kneels and with a single thrust of his hips, drives into me, all the way, going deep.
We both groan. He shoves my shirt up and leans forward to place a kiss on the bare skin of my back.
Then slams into me again. “How,” he cries out, the word garbled as his hands clamp on my hips.
He pulls me close, then pushes me away, rough, relentless.
“How do you feel like this?” he says. “Like you were made for me. Fit so damn good—” His voice breaks, frays.
“I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to be out of you. ”
“Yes. Oh fuck, Carrson,” I cry out his name, meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m already on the brink of another orgasm.
It hits me fast and hard. Comes screaming out of me.
I shout as it crests, my muscles shaking from the force.
Carrson grunts behind me and I think he’ll come too but instead he pulls out and flips me into my back.
He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head, as he pushes back into me.
“Give me another one,” he demands, setting a brutal pace.
“No,” I whip my head, tears of exertion slip from the corners of my eyes. “I can’t.”
My shirt is shoved up, and Carrson pushes my bra with it until it bands across my upper chest. His mouth comes to my breast. He licks, sucks on my nipple, then bites the rounded flesh above it. I cry out at the pinch of his teeth, not because it hurts, but because it makes me feel.
He makes me feel, so much. Everything.
I thought I died with my sister but Carrson, this, it brings me roaring back.
“I’m going to put marks all over you,” he grunts into my skin.
“Let everyone know you’re mine.” True to his words, he pulls out and trails his mouth over my body, kissing and biting.
My ribs, belly, the inside of my thigh. “No one’s taking you from me.
” His mouth traces my core, lands on my clit and stars explode over the backs of my eyelids.
I whisper his name, my voice barely a scratch. I yelled myself hoarse the last time I came. He hears me anyway, lifts his head from between my legs.
“Let me touch you,” I beg, all inhibitions gone. “Please.”
He hesitates and I see it all, fear, sorrow, rage, long buried and now dragged to the surface. Carrson drops his head back and kisses my clit, sending a pulse of pleasure deep inside me, then crawls up my body and unties my hands.
“Careful,” he says.
Is he warning me, so he doesn’t hurt me?
Or asking me to be gentle with him, because this is hard on him?
I’ll do both.
I nod, keeping eye contact and slowly bring one hand to slide through his hair.
He sighs, the sound coming from deep in his chest. Then he’s back pushing into me, less frantic now, gentler.
I let my hands drop to his shoulders. His muscles shift, tense and then relax, under my palms. Once he’s sure I won’t move anymore, he closes his eyes and fucks me slowly.
Almost tenderly. Long glides out until I almost lose him, then deep thrusts back in, maintaining the same pace in both directions, like he’s trying to make it last.
I readjust my grip on his shoulders, holding on when he moves faster, his body unraveling right along with mine.
I’d told him I couldn’t come again but that was a lie because the next orgasm comes from nowhere.
It’s just there, bright and sudden and overwhelming in the best way.
I break against him with a sob of pleasure and Carrson falls with me, a strangled sound coming from him as he spasms deep in me, like his soul is trying to exit his body to fuse with mine.
We move for a few seconds more, then he collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his back, and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. Sweat and the smell of the forest, as if he’s a part of it. I close my eyes, rest my head against him.
Not scared of him, or of this.
Just, for once, at peace.