Chapter 17 #2
My palm cracks against her ass before I’ve even consciously decided to do it, the sound sharp and loud in the quiet cabin.
She gasps, her whole body jerking forward, and I watch the skin bloom pink beneath my hand.
Her thighs press together and a small moan escapes her lips.
Her ass and pussy on full display, firelight catching the wetness already glistening between her thighs.
“Less teasing,” I say. “More listening.”
“Yes sir,” she breathes. “Yes, yes.”
I spank her again, harder this time, the crack of my palm echoing through the cabin. She moans, her back arching deeper, pressing her ass higher into the air. My handprint blooms bright red against her pale skin.
“More,” she whispers desperately. “Please. More.”
I grip her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, and the sight makes me groan out loud.
Her pussy, swollen and glistening, absolutely dripping for me.
And that tight little asshole, pink and perfect, clenching reflexively as I expose her completely.
The sight of her like this makes my cock throb painfully.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” I murmur, dragging my finger through her folds, feeling her shudder at the contact.
I dip inside her, just the tip of one finger, and pull it back out to see her arousal coat my skin.
“Look at this needy little pussy. Dripping all over my hand just from getting your ass smacked. You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you? ”
“Yes.” She rocks back toward me, shameless, chasing my touch. “I love it. I love when you take control. Please, Theo, I need—“
My palm comes down again and she cries out, the sound caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. I watch the way her pussy clenches at the impact, the way more wetness drips down her thighs.
“I love you like this,” I tell her, rubbing soothing circles over the heated skin. “Bent over and desperate for me. Letting me do whatever I want to your perfect body.”
“I love you,” she gasps. “I love being yours. I love—“ Another spank cuts her off, and she moans brokenly.
I soothe the sting with my palm, rubbing gentle circles over the heated skin, then bend down and press my lips to the spot I just hit.
She gasps, and I kiss my way across her ass, soft and reverent, worshipping every inch.
Then I drop lower, trailing my mouth down to the curve where her ass meets her thigh, kissing along that sensitive crease until she’s trembling.
“Oh fuck,” she moans when my mouth finally finds her pussy. “Yes, Theo, yes please.”
I lick through her folds slowly, savoring the taste of her, and she presses back against my face desperately. I could stay here for hours, but I pull back and straighten up, stepping away from her.
I reach for my belt, unbuckling it slowly, letting her hear every sound. She turns her head, watching me over her shoulder, and her eyes go wide when she sees what’s in my hand. I hold the belt loosely, doubled over, and meet her gaze.
A question.
She bites her lip. Something dark and hungry flickers in her expression, and she nods. I step closer and run the folded leather across her skin, trailing it over the curve of her ass, down her thigh, back up again. She shivers violently, goosebumps rising in its wake.
“If you want me to stop, say red,” I tell her, slipping my other hand between her legs. My fingers find her clit and circle slowly, and she gasps, her hips bucking. “I’ll stop immediately. No questions.”
“Okay,” she pants. “Okay.”
“Say it back to me.” I land a sharp smack on her ass with my palm, and she cries out.
“Oh damn. Oh yes.” She’s gasping now. “Red. If I want you to stop, I say red.”
“Good girl.”
I step back, giving myself room, and run the folded belt across her lower back one more time. She tenses in anticipation, her fingers gripping the couch cushions. The first strike is light, more sound than sting. Her whole body jerks, and I watch the faint pink line bloom across her skin.
“Color?” I ask.
“Green,” she breathes immediately. “So fucking green. More.”
The second strike is harder. She moans, long and low, her back arching deeper.
I give her a few more, spreading them across her skin evenly, watching her take each one beautifully.
She moans and gasps, pressing back toward me like she can’t get enough.
But I don’t want to push too far. I want her desperate, not hurt.
I set the belt aside and run my hands soothingly over her heated skin. She’s trembling all over, her thighs slick with arousal, faint red marks decorating her ass. I slip two fingers inside her and she’s so wet I can hear it.
“Look at you,” I say. “Soaking wet and begging to be filled.”
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Theo. I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”
I straighten up and pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth to taste her. She watches me over her shoulder, her eyes glazed, as I lick them clean. Then I reach for my jeans, unbuttoning them, shoving them down my hips. I wrap my hand around myself and stroke slowly, watching her watch me.
“Fuck, Emma,” I groan. “You have no idea what you do to me. Bent over like the good girl you are, waiting for my cock.”
“Then stop making me wait,” she breathes, arching her back deeper, pressing that perfect ass higher into the air. “I need you so bad it hurts.”
My eyes scan the room for the bag I brought from the car. The side table. The floor by the door. The kitchen counter. Nothing. Then it hits me.
The other bag. The one with the condoms. I can picture it perfectly, sitting on my kitchen counter back in Dark River.
I was going to grab it on the way out. I had my hand on the strap.
And then Emma knocked on the door twenty minutes early, wearing that green sweater that clings to her curves, and she kissed me before I could even say hello, and I completely fucking forgot.
“Shit,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “The condoms. I left the bag at my place.”
She’s quiet for a moment, and I’m already mentally calculating how far it is to the nearest store, whether anything would even be open this late, when she speaks.
“That’s okay,” she says softly.
I blink, my hand stilling on my cock. “What?”
She looks back at me over her shoulder, something almost shy flickering across her face. “I got on the pill..”
I stare at her, not quite processing. “You what?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper. “So I went to my doctor and got a prescription. And I’m clean.”
I look down at her. That pink, swollen pussy, glistening and desperate. And the thought of sliding into her with nothing between us, of feeling every inch of her wrapped around me bare, of coming inside her and filling her up, burying it deep—
“Fuck, Emma.” My voice comes out strangled. “That’s a hell of a surprise.”
“A good one?” She’s watching me carefully, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
“A very good one.” I stroke myself slowly, letting her see how hard I am, how much I want this. “You’re sure? I’m clean too.”
“I’m sure.” She spreads her legs wider, presenting herself to me completely. “I…I want you to be the first man to ever be inside me bare. I’ve always worn condoms before, but with you...”
I groan, my cock throbbing in my fist.
“Fuck, you have no idea what hearing that does to me,” I say, running my hand down her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
She presses back toward me, desperate. “Please, Theo. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. I need you to come inside me and make me yours.”
“You’re already mine,” I tell her, notching myself at her entrance. “But Emma, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
I run the head of my cock through her folds. She’s so wet I can feel her arousal coating me, slick and hot. She moans and presses back toward me, trying to take me inside, but I grip her hip and hold her still.
“Greedy little brat,” I murmur, rubbing the head of my cock against her swollen clit just to watch her shudder, just to hear her gasp. “Always so desperate for it.”
“Maybe if you stopped teasing and actually fucked me, I wouldn’t be so desperate.” She shoots me a look over her shoulder, that familiar spark of defiance in her eyes even now, even when she’s bent over and dripping for me. “Or are you all talk?”
“Careful, sweetheart. That bratty mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
“Promise?” She wiggles her ass against me, deliberately provocative. “Because I’m starting to think you don’t have the follow-through.”
I spank her and the crack echoes through the cabin and she yelps, her whole body jerking forward, but I see the way her pussy clenches, see the fresh wetness that drips down her thigh.
“Oh fuck.” Her bratty facade cracks, her voice going high and breathy.
I press forward slowly. Just the tip at first, stretching her open, watching the way her pussy swallows me inch by inch. The sight of it—my bare cock disappearing into her—makes my head spin.
“Yes, you feel so good, Theo,” she moans. “I love you. God, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby.” I push deeper, savoring every sensation. The heat of her. The tight grip of her walls around my cock. The way she moans and trembles beneath me as I fill her up. It’s almost too much. Every nerve ending on fire, every sensation magnified.
Finally I’m as deep as I can go, my hips pressed flush against her ass. I hold there, my hands gripping her hips, my chest heaving.
“You feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice rough and strained. “Your pussy wrapped around my bare cock. Like you were made for me. Like you were designed to take me.”
“I was,” she breathes, pressing back against me, trying to get me deeper even though there’s nowhere left to go. “I was made for you. Please, Theo. Please fuck me. I need it so bad.”
I pull back slowly, feeling every inch of her drag against my sensitive skin, and then I slam back in hard enough to make her scream.
“Yes!” she screams as I thrust into her again. “Yes, Theo, yes, yes!”
“That’s it,” I groan, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto my cock with each stroke. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“I want all of you,” she moans, matching my rhythm, pressing back to meet every thrust. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”
I start fucking her in earnest, all attempts at control abandoned. Hard, punishing strokes that rock her whole body forward, that make the couch scrape against the hardwood floor, that fill the cabin with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“This pussy is mine,” I growl, spanking her again, watching her ass jiggle from the impact. “Say it, Emma. Tell me who this little pussy belongs to.”
“You,” she sobs, her voice breaking. “It belongs to you. Only you.”
“That’s right.” I fist my hand in her hair and pull her head back, arching her spine, changing the angle so I can hit that spot deep inside her. “No other cock will ever touch this pussy. No other man will ever feel how tight and wet you get. This is mine. You’re mine.”
“Yes, yes, I’m yours, only yours—“
“And my come is the only come that will ever fill you.” I pound into her harder, chasing my own release, feeling hers building around me. “You’re going to take every drop. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” She’s sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her whole body trembling beneath me. “I want it. I want your come so bad. Please, Theo, I need it—“
I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Not even close.
This primal, possessive need to claim her completely.
To mark her inside and out. To bury myself so deep inside her that we don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins.
To leave no doubt in either of our minds that she belongs to me.
That I belong to her. That we belong to each other in some fundamental, unbreakable way that goes beyond words, beyond reason, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
Every thrust drives me deeper, buries me further inside her, and I can feel myself getting close.
That familiar tightening at the base of my spine, that electric heat building in my balls, that desperate need for release.
I can feel her getting close too. Her walls are fluttering around me, her moans are getting higher and more desperate, her whole body is trembling like she’s about to fly apart.
“Come,” I command, slamming into her hard. “Come on my cock right now.”
She shatters with a scream that echoes through the cabin, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses, squeezing my bare cock.
The sensation of her coming around me with nothing between us, the wet heat of her orgasm coating my shaft, the way her walls milk me like they’re trying to pull the come right out of my body—
I follow her over the edge and I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, spilling inside her in hot pulses, filling her up with my come just like I promised, pumping it into her.
“Fuck,” I groan against her shoulder, my hips still jerking uncontrollably.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment, neither of us willing to break the connection.
The fire has burned down to embers. Snow falls softly outside the windows.
And I’m still inside the woman I love, my come warm inside her, our bodies tangled together on this couch in this cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Eventually I soften and slip out of her, and she makes a small sound. I watch, transfixed, as my come starts to leak out of her swollen pussy, dripping down her thigh.
I breathe. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She laughs, weak and breathless, and collapses forward onto the couch. I follow her down, gathering her in my arms, pulling her back against my chest. We lie there tangled together, sweaty and satisfied, watching the snow fall through the window.
“You okay?” I murmur against her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“More than okay.” She snuggles deeper into my arms, completely boneless. “That was... I don’t even have words.”
“Good.” I tighten my arms around her, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch down over us. “Because I plan on doing that again. Multiple times. This weekend.”
She laughs, tilting her head back to look at me. “Promise?”
I kiss her softly, tenderly. “Promise.”