Chapter 31 #3
“Deadly fucking serious, Z. I want to make sure we’ve satisfied all your doubts.
Maybe a few of your appetites too. We already know you like being bent over this saddle stand with an audience.
I figure we’ll see if you like being tied down while I fuck you loud enough for everyone to hear too. Last chance.”
I roll my lower lip between my teeth. I don’t want to capitulate so easily, but I don’t want to tell him to stop either. I can already feel myself getting wet from the anticipation—a thing he’ll gloat about momentarily when he pulls my panties down.
“I wish you could see yourself like this. I should take a picture so you can have it as a keepsake in your drawer at the convent. Then the next priest you try to tie up and ride can be forewarned about how you like to play.” He continues on, his fingers slowly tracing their way up the backs of my thighs before he reaches the waistband of my panties on either side of my hips and grabs hold.
“I was not trying to—” I can’t even say the rest. The words fade on my lips.
“Oh, don’t be shy now. You weren’t shy then. You were straddling me, undressing me, and running your hands over my bare chest when I woke up.”
“You make it sound like I was doing something—I was just trying to ask questions.” It was a small space and a narrow bed, in my defense.
“If that’s what it looks like when you’re just trying to ask questions, I’d hate to see your version of an interrogation.
” He tightens his grip on my underwear and pulls them down, exposing me to the cool breeze that’s whipping through the barn.
I can hear the moment he realizes how wet I am for him, a smug little sound of approval from his direction has me warming under his gaze.
“You weren’t exactly innocent, given you were hard.” I try to distract from my own situation as he palms my ass and squeezes my right cheek, surveying his handiwork.
“Yeah, sweetheart, because the idea of waking up to you using me like your own personal ride does something for me. It doesn't change the fact you were just as guilty as I was starting out.”
“Whatever you have to believe to live with yourself,” I snipe in return. Although he’s right. I wasn’t exactly innocent, not at the beginning.
“Oh, trust me… I’m living with myself just fine right now.” I hear him unbuckle his belt.
“Levi—” I start to protest, but he stops me mid-sentence with a caress of his hand on my hip and over my thigh before I feel him lean down, bracing me wide for him with his hands.
He teases me with the tip of his tongue, giving me a taunting lick that makes me ache for him, and another that elicits a soft cry I can’t suppress.
He uses the gentlest pressure, the kind that makes the need for him coil inside of me.
He repeats the measure twice more, letting me plead to the point of begging before he ends with a kiss that feels somewhere between a promise and torture.
There’s a soft groan mixed with approval and regret as he stands again.
“You taste so fucking sweet, darlin’. I could spend all afternoon here on my knees. But don’t worry. I won’t actually let anyone see you. Not really. Too jealous myself for that.” I hear the snap of his belt as he pulls it free, anticipation welling up inside of me.
It sinks in that he’s about to fuck me in broad daylight in a barn. While I’m tied down. My cheeks burn hotter, but it sets every sense in my body tingling with expectation. I’m not even thinking when I arch my back to give him a better angle.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs like he’s in awe before he grabs my hips and lines himself up, nudging my entrance.
“You know exactly how you like it, don’t you?
” he mutters, just as he sinks himself inside me.
I let out a muted curse and bite down on my lower lip.
“Oh fuck. Practically strangling my cock. Is that your revenge, sweetheart? For me taking you like this? That’s gonna backfire. ”
He starts to fuck me slowly at first, gently teasing me as he increases his pace.
He’s still careful with me, mindful of making sure I know this whole thing would be over if I wanted it to be.
His words are less gentle, and he gives me a taste of what it must feel like to be someone untethered from the mores of the convent.
“Fuck. You think they hear that? How wet you are for me? Echoes off these walls so fucking loudly, and they’re all gonna know how much you like taking my cock,” he whispers conspiratorially.
He’s right. It’s painfully loud, and there’s no mistaking the sound, especially not when he shifts his angle and it elicits a moan I can’t stifle. I’m so fired up from our argument and the way he manhandled me into this position, it won’t take much to make me come.
“Levi, please.”
“Please what?”
“More. Just more.” I practically beg him.
He does as I ask, lost in his own rhythm and thoughts. Focused and careful to keep it perfect for me. But I need his words.
“Talk to me,” I plead.
“I don’t know if I can talk when it’s this fucking good, Zeph. You spread out like this, choking my cock with this tight fucking pussy. This pretty little sundress all bunched up your back. Fuck…” He groans.
He smooths his palm over my ass. His hands dig into my hips, and he lifts me just a couple of inches until I’m practically on my tiptoes. The new angle is perfect, and he slips a hand between my legs to massage my clit.
I need it so badly. I’m aching for him. So desperate to come that I rock my hips back and forth with what little slack I have from the rope to counter his movements.
“Such a wicked little thing. You’re gonna have to get on your knees tonight. Can you imagine if the other nuns could see you right now?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“They’d be too jealous to bother with judge…” I say, or at least I try. The last word fades into a whimper because I’m dreadfully close to coming as he takes me deeper, and his fingers circle tighter around my clit.
“That’s right, come for me. I want to hear you,” he demands. So I let myself brave it out, moaning and muttering a soft curse as I start to crash over the edge. Right as something clatters on the other side of the barn. It jolts me out of my thoughts, so incredibly close to coming that I could cry.
“Shit!” A soft female voice echoes off the barn wall. It’s Millie I hear cursing.
Levi lets out a dark chuckle. “Got exactly what you wanted.”
“What you wanted,” I argue, glancing in the direction of the noise.
“We both wanted,” he murmurs. “Focus. I want this little cunt quivering around my cock. I want her to hear the way you sound when you come like this, all spread out and desperate, begging for more. Exactly the way we like it.” He repeats the we again with emphasis.
He wants me. Claims me. With more than just his body, and for anyone who needs to know—for their benefit and mine.
“Fuck!” He cries out. “I didn’t think to ask. Tell me you’re on something.” His voice is pained, and he stops himself. We were both so eager we didn’t think.
“Yes.” I had an IUD placed without Corey’s knowledge before I married him. Another act of defiance, and one that pays dividends even now.
“Thank fuck because I need to come inside you.” He starts again, taking on an even better rhythm than before. “I want this tight little cunt fucked so full you can’t forget.”
His admission takes me over the brink, and I start to fall apart. I can only imagine how I must look as I use whatever leverage I can to let him take me faster and deeper until I forget my own name and can’t stop murmuring his, over and over.
“So fucking gorgeous. I wish I could bottle the sound of you coming like this. Even better because I know it’s on my cock.” He gloats for half a moment before his own orgasm takes hold, and he loses his words.
I whisper his name like a prayer when I feel him coming hard inside of me, closing my eyes to listen to him.
He groans as he slows his thrusts, taking his time finishing us both off.
He pulls out of me slowly as his palms brace my hips, and his thumbs work slow circles over my skin.
There’s a low rumble of approval from his chest as he takes a step back to admire his work.
I feel his fingers slip inside me and back out again as I hear his sharp intake of breath and a muttered curse.
“Zeph, you should see this. My cock is soaked. Your tight little cunt so full of me. You’re dripping out onto the saddle.
Making such a mess.” He’s still breathing heavy.
The low raspy sound of his curses are the only thing I can hear in the barn.
I’m half jealous anyone else gets to hear them and half proud they’re all for me.
I’m too dazed to even respond. His hands follow the curve of my hips as he puts my dress back into place and then fabric rustles along with a zipper as he puts himself back to rights.
He walks around, unhooking me and holds out a hand to help me up.
He kisses me sweetly, like he didn’t just say all those filthy things to me or bend me over and fuck me senseless.
He takes his time undoing the rope around my wrists, using careful ministrations as he rubs his thumb over my skin and makes sure I’m okay.
I feel silly for starting the fight that led us here.
I should have known better. Trusted him more.
But I feel like we’ve torn down another wall that was keeping us apart in the process.
“Just so you know… She has a crush on one of the guys who works here, and she knows we’re friends.
She was hoping I could get him out to the bar one night, and I asked her why she didn’t just ask him directly.
Too nervous, I guess. Just between us, I’m fairly certain he’s been in love with her since the day he laid eyes on her,” he explains as he wipes down the saddle stand.
“You believe in love at first sight?” I’m surprised. “I didn’t take you for that much of a romantic.”
“I didn’t, but a man can change his mind, right?” The intensity of his gaze as he looks at me makes my heart flutter in my chest.
“Right,” I agree.
“So I was just offering to help her out. You read that all wrong, darlin’.”
“I’m sorry. I just thought… I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. I should have asked instead. This is so different from what I’ve known before.” I wrap my arms around him, hoping that he understands I’m still navigating what having someone who’s so honest with me means.
“I know.” He kisses my forehead. “You don’t have to apologize. Besides, if that’s how we work through it, I don’t think I mind a fight now and then.”