Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Stryker
Fuck me six ways to Sunday.
This, gorgeous, hesitant, feisty, independent woman brings me to my knees. “Indeed you do.” The words roll out of me, low and rough, scraping against the quiet of the cabin.
My cock, still half hard from the shower, surges fully awake, straining against the soft fabric of my sweatpants. The air between us crackles, thick with the scent of pine from the fire, the faint sweetness of cocoa lingering on her breath, and the unmistakable musk of her arousal.
I marvel at her courage. She’s spent her life running, hiding behind what I’m sure is an alias and lies. Now she stands here, offering herself up, daring me to take what she owes.
It’s not just bravery—it’s trust, raw and unpolished, and it ignites a fierce need in me.
My chest tightens with a possessive heat, an undeniable urge to claim every inch of her, body and soul. The way she’s looking at me—blue eyes wide but unflinching, her lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue—makes my blood pound.
I’m pleased—God, am I pleased—but more than that, I’m turned on in a way that’s almost painful. My erection throbs in time with every heartbeat.
The bedroom is warm, but the living room’s closer to the fire, and I want her surrounded by heat, by the glow of the flames, when I exact this punishment.
I want to see every flush on her skin, every tremor in her thighs, as I push her past her limits. “Come with me.” I extend my hand toward her. Slowly she closes the distance between us and accepts.
Perfect.
The contact sends a jolt through me. Her scent—clean skin, a hint of my soap, and that underlying sweetness that’s all her—wraps around me.
Our footsteps are almost silent on the hardwood, and the faint spitting and hissing of the fire are the only sounds besides the storm’s relentless howl outside.
The smell of burning pine fills the air as I reluctantly release my hold on her. “Just stand right there. Don’t move.”
I grab the thick blanket we used earlier and spread it out in front of the fire. Then I toss a pillow on top, my motions deliberate, giving her time to anticipate what’s coming.
Surely she has to be remembering the way I exposed every part of her earlier.
Is she regretting her words to me? Or is she excited to see what I have in store for her this time?
My intention is to give her everything she wants. And more.
I want her to remember this experience and replay it for years.
Turning to face her, I sweep my gaze down her luscious body.
“Please strip for me, Allie. Take your time so that I can enjoy the show. And it’s your job to be sure that that happens.
I want your focus on me, my pleasure. Your every action should be oriented with that in mind.
Stay out of your head and give me what I desire.
” My voice is rough and husky, more so than I intend.
The idea of her giving herself to me is intoxicating as hell.
I keep my eyes locked on hers, watching for any flicker of doubt, offering silent reassurance. “Then kneel up, exactly as you were before.”
When she doesn’t move instantly, I ask, “You remember the details, right?”
“Yes.”
Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the buttons on her shirt, and she fumbles with the first one.
I don’t offer any help.
When she’s finally finished, she slips the flannel from her shoulders, allowing the fabric to pool at her feet.
Her pants follow, sliding down her hips, revealing the smooth curve of her thighs.
Her breath catches as she slips her fingers inside the waist of her panties. But after exhaling shakily, she pushes them down.
She steps away from her garments, and she faces me, bare.
Firelight dances across her skin, highlighting the gentle swell of her breasts, the taut line of her stomach, the soft triangle between her thighs. Goose bumps prickle along her arms, and her pink, pert nipples tighten under my gaze.
Without me needing to prompt her, she lowers herself to the blanket, parting her knees wide and placing her hands behind her neck.
Then the little submissive arches her back just a couple of inches, seeming to offer herself to me.
“So brave.”
Her chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths, and I see the pulse fluttering at her throat.
She’s stunning like this—vulnerable, open, yet so strong in her surrender. The ultimate submissive paradox.
I come in closer and crouch in front of her so that we are eye to eye. I’m close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. “Were you given permission to break position earlier?” My voice is low, deliberate, each word measured to sink into her.
Truthfully I need the reminder as well.
All I want to do is kiss her, hold her, make sweet love to her until she can no longer remember her name.
“Allie?”
She shakes her head, a small, jerky motion, and she glances away.
“Your focus is supposed to be on me.”
At my reminder, she returns her gaze to mine. And damn, I could get lost in the depths of her wide blue eyes. “Answer my question. Did you have permission to grab hold of my thighs when you were sucking me off?”
A flush creeps up her cheeks. “No. I didn’t.”
Not allowing her to look away, I correct her. “No. You didn’t. Sir.”
Her response is immediate and perfect, her echo soft and clear. “No. You didn’t give me permission to grab your thighs, Sir.”
The sound of the honorific on her lips sends a rush of heat through me.
My cock pulses against my sweatpants. I straighten, towering over her, and let the silence stretch, letting her feel the weight of what we’re sharing. “What do you think is an appropriate punishment, Allie?”
Her lips part, but no words come at first.
Then she shifts slightly, her thighs trembling, and I can see the effort it takes her to hold position. “I’m new at this,” she reminds me, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t…” She clears her throat. “I don’t have any ideas.”
I tilt my head, studying her. The flush creeping up her neck, the way her fingers tighten behind her head—she’s nervous, but there’s a spark in her eyes, a curiosity she can’t hide. “None at all?” I drop my voice to a dangerous purr. “Not even one, single idea? Things you hope I’ll do?”
Her cheeks bloom with color, a deep pink that spreads down her chest, and she bites her lower lip, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh.
The sight makes my mouth water, my fingers itching to touch her.
She hesitates, then nods, almost imperceptibly. “I thought… Wondered… Ah, maybe another spanking?” Her voice is so quiet that I have to lean in to catch it. “But…” She swallows. “Like a real one. Not, just… You know? Part of other fun.”
My world twists sideways.
The admission lights me up, a fire sparking in my veins. I’ve been imagining her over my lap since the moment she grabbed my thighs earlier, defying my orders with that bold, needy gesture.
My cock throbs, and I have to force myself to stay still, to keep control. “Good girl,” I murmur, waiting a moment for my approval to sink into her. “That’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
I sit on the couch, patting my thigh, the motion deliberate, inviting. “Over my lap, Allie.” Where you belong regularly.
She rises, her movements careful, almost reverent, and slowly moves toward me.
Her motions uncertain, she slowly begins to lower herself.
I help her, adjusting her so that her belly presses against my thighs, her ass perfectly positioned, round and inviting.
She places her feet flat on the floor, but her fingertips don’t quite reach.
“Stay still, sweet Allie.”
“I…”
Maybe because I said that, she wiggles even more.
With a slight smile, I place a hand on the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin, and the slight tremor that runs through her. My other hand settles on her ass, cupping one cheek, then the other, testing the weight, the softness.
“Relax.” I keep my voice steady, grounding.
Then I rub slow circles over her skin. “First I’m going to warm you up. Bring blood flow to the area. Helps prevent bruising.” So I can spank you longer and maybe tomorrow as well.
She gulps and adjusts her positions a couple of times as I move a bit faster, causing more friction.
“I’ll start slow. Let you get used to it.”
For a moment, I wish I’d chosen a different position, one where I could watch her expression while I do this.
Instead, my vision is filled with her rear and the sight of her hair flowing everywhere.
As I rub more vigorously, her muscles begin to tighten. “Exhale, Allie. Then long, slow breaths.”
Valiantly she tries, and I back off a little to give her some space to process.
“I know you’re new. And I admire your bravery. I promise you won’t receive more than you can handle.”
“Just… Nerves. Can you get on with it? Please. So I can get it over with?”