Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Who knew where my foolishness would have taken me, because I did not want to get in the boat with him, but Granger plucked me up by the back of my T-shirt and hauled me spitting like a wet cat into the boat with him.
Not a bit too soon, as my boat began to splinter into large, jagged shards, as it was soaked by the wild swirling eddies.
“Sit down and hold on!” he said fiercely, shoving me between his thighs so I was forced to sit on the bottom of the boat, trembling with cold and unease about what he planned to do with me.
“Grab my legs!” he roared down at me. “Or I am going to put you over my knee the first damn moment we’re back on land.”
Resentfully, I took a hold of both his calves, feeling the powerful play of muscle under my fingers.
As he navigated his way through the storm, I risked a glance up at him, his stance steady despite the rocking boat. His face for once was set and stern, and I tried to see where we were going, but I couldn’t.
In fact I couldn’t see shit, but Granger had his hand firmly on the tiller, navigating us somehow through the fog and driving rain to a dilapidated little jetty.
When we arrived, he pulled me out of the boat with him and we ran together down the docks.
The rain was almost sideways at this point, and he thrust me inside what looked like a little cabin, weatherbeaten and faded.
Inside there was a wooden stove, little table, and narrow bed.
“What is this place?”
“Some rustic shit they’re trying to do up for an AirBnb. It’s not ready yet but everything works.”
He pulled off his windbreaker, and began to start the fire, kneeling before it in his wet jeans, long limbs bent down.
“You need to get your clothes off. You’re soaking wet.”
“Why were you out there?” I demanded.
“Take your clothes off,” he repeated. “Your teeth are chattering.”
“No!” I cried.
But there was no damn place to go, as he stretched to his full height and reached me in a few strides, flipping me around and delivering a quick, brutal spank to my ass.
“I said get your clothes off. I don’t need you catching pneumonia.”
“All right,” I said resentfully, peeling my soaked jeans and T-shirt off.
“Don’t do that again.”
“All right, damn. Why do you care?”
“Come over to the fire,” he said, ignoring my question. “It’ll keep you warm and dry off your clothes.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Come over to the fire.”
“First answer my question!”
Granger turned to look at me. His blonde curls were stuck to his forehead and throat, and those blue eyes boring into mine.
“When you weren’t at the house and you weren’t in town, I came out to find you.”
“You’re controlling,” I retorted. “No one told you to follow me around.”
“No one had to,” Granger said.
I didn’t know what to reply to that, but he had already moved on.
“Now that’s a pretty picture,” he said, his eyes sliding offensively down my naked body as my nipples prickled under his gaze.
“I’d rather it had been Hayden in that boat.”
He laughed.
“If you think I’ll ever let you do shit with Hayden, you’re a fool, Sosie.”
“What is wrong with you? You don’t want me! Why won’t you let anyone else have me?”
I kicked out at him, connecting with his shin, but he only gripped the back of my neck with a hard hand.
“I never said I didn’t want you, idiot. I said I was going to marry Pippa. I didn’t say shit else than that.”
I stared at him for a moment as he ground his knee painfully into my pussy, trapping me against the table.
“Then why did you marry her?”
“None of your bratty little business. I had a very good reason for that and you’ll know it in due course.”
“Due course? Get the hell away from me.”
I tried to wrench away.
“Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“Because I want you. And I’m going to take you whenever I want.”
“I don’t want you!”
“Liar.”
“Look at the ring on your finger. How can you be unfaithful to your wife?”
“Very easily.”
He forced me face-first on the table.
“Hold on tight. I’m afraid you’ve made me horny as hell.”
My heart was thumping as I squealed, trying to get away, but he dragged me all the way down over his cock until it felt like I was going to explode.
“You want this.”
“No, I don’t!” I screamed, but it was against the flailing wildness of the wind and waves.
“You gave me your heart and baby, I never gave it back or said you could do anything else with it.”
“I’m in love with another man.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“My boyfriend is going to kill you when I tell him about this!”
Granger chuckled, one hand smacking down on my ass as he tipped my hips high.
“No, he isn’t.”
He pulled back and thrust inside me again, plunging deep so I was forced to spread my thighs wide, having to bear down on the chair to take all of him.
“Oh, Sosie,” he said roughly. “You feel so good. Sweet and wet and tight.”
“I bet you say that to everyone you fuck,” I gritted out.
“Nah, just you,” he said in that low, gravelly voice, his tongue. “You love me.”
“Pippa loves you,” I reminded him through pressed lips.
The smacking sounds as our bodies connected sounded filthy wet in the tiny cabin.
“She doesn’t know me,” Granger grunted. “You know me.”
“I know you’re a cruel bastard and a fucking psycho!”
“Precisely, sweetheart. You get it.”
I squealed as he gripped my hair, his hips pistoning back and forth so roughly that he was almost grinding me flat on the table.
“I don’t even know if Granger is your first or last name,” I protested, my words cut off with a yowl as he pulled my hair.
“Neither,” he said as I felt that telltale tightening of my belly, my toes stretching desperately to stay on the floor.
“But—"
“I love it when you sing to me, baby. Prettiest sounds in the world.”
“I hate you!”
I was still raging, and my ass was pink and throbbing from getting spanked, but I could feel a massive orgasm starting all the way down at my toes.
“Condom?” I tried to scream, wetness dripping down my thighs, but my only answer was a dismissive grunt.
It was so decadent and carnal, so wrong and debauched, that I felt myself tensing around the big cock that was splitting me open, my toes barely reaching the ground with each thrust as he impaled me over and over, my feet dangling in the air.
And I burst around him, my body shaking violently with the force of my release.
It instantly triggered his and Granger groaned loudly as I felt a hot burst of cum splash inside me, then another, and another, until I was filled to bursting with it, and his cum was running down my thighs.
I thought he’d stop but he kept going, cum splashing and squirting out of me, and he didn’t stop until I had come again, my cunt so sensitive I rode on the edge of pain and pleasure.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” I spat at him, my thighs aching.
“Oh, you’re right, sweetheart, I didn’t. Must have slipped my mind.”
“What if I get pregnant?”
“I guess I’ll risk it,” he said, tapping his pockets to find his cigarettes.
“Are you not afraid of Pippa finding out?”
“I was always going to knock you up, might as well be now.”
“You ripped off my Patch! We didn’t have any protection!” I howled.
“Well, damn!” he slapped his thigh. “I knew there was something I forgot. No, I didn’t use protection, idiot. You aren’t protected at all.”
“You’re supposed to be trying to conceive with Pippa,” I said.
The smile on his devil’s face was wicked.
“Am I? That reminds me, I need to get back. Put on your pants and let’s go. They should be dry now.”
“Well, are you trying to get her pregnant or not?”
“Listen, Sosie. The one thing you need to realize is. It doesn’t matter what I do or don’t do. You’re still mine and we’re still going to end up together.”
I couldn’t put on my clothes fast enough, the bitter words were burning in my throat as he pulled me back down the docks to his boat.
The storm had broken and the sun was peeking through the clouds.
“You only married her because she’s rich, didn’t you?”
“Aw, has my sweet Sosie finally become less of an idiot?” he grinned. “Yes, I did marry her because she’s rich. And because she has something I want.”
“Her pussy, I suppose,” I said angrily.
He snorted. “You can get pussy like hers anywhere. It’s not pussy. It’s something else I want, and when I find it, I’m gone.”
I was digesting his lies when suddenly he shoved me flat on the bottom of the boat, my chin hitting painfully on a wooden slat.
“Ouch! What are you doing? Let me go!”
He pressed down on my head, keeping me at the bottom of the boat.
“Enough, Sosie. Just trust me.”
“I don’t!”
“Someone’s coming.”
“What if they see me?”
“They won’t if you just lie flat and close your piehole.”
He threw a jacket over me, and I froze as I heard a voice in the distance.
“Granger! There you are!”