Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
ALENA
With goodbye hugs to everyone, Loch and I take a connecting flight to Asheville, where a car service brings us home.
Standing by our luggage outside our cabins, we silently stare at each other as the sweet bouquet of late autumn fills the air.
It’s unseasonably warm.
The afternoon sun caresses our skin.
Vibrant leaves rustle lightly by.
But there’s a dark need in Loch’s eyes. A tension drawing his shoulders. An urge unfilled, like he’s caging something inside. It’s been this way since our talk.
It makes me lick my lips. “How about we—”
“Woof!” Mutt interrupts me, bounding down the road.
“Kujo’s coming!” Wilder laughs up the ridge. He kept Mutt for us while we were gone. Of course, they saw us driving up the mountain.
“Hey there, boy.” Loch squats, petting him. I join him. Mutt’s tail whacks us in the face. We let him get the excitement out of his system before Loch orders, “Walk.”
At first, I think his command is for Mutt. It is, but then I see he’s glaring at me.
And I know that domineering look.
I crave it.
Glancing down, I’m still wearing my hiking boots from our flight, along with my long white boho dress, and a jean jacket.
“You heard me, Babygirl,” Loch warns, yanking his T-shirt off, throwing it on the gravel. With only boots and camo pants on, his bare muscles rip with his growl, “Turn around and walk into the woods.”
Yes, Sir.
Maul me now.
My teeth grab my bottom lip, my heart racing faster than my feet, obeying.
Sunlight dapples through flame-colored leaves while I seek the nearest trail, leading the way.
Mutt bounds to and fro, excited. We give him attention until we’re further into the forest and Mutt’s had enough. A local white squirrel grabs his attention, and he’s gone.
“Take your hair down,” Loch commands as he steps behind me.
I reach, unraveling my braid, shaking the strands free. Loch loves my hair, and this is his way of proving this is about our love… and lust.
Because his footfalls are heavy, seeking, thudding like my heart. It’s been months of misery, then weeks of want. The hunger between us, painful and primal. A desire so maddening, it aches wet between my thighs.
“Pull your dress up.” His order is erotic, thrilling like the cool air, kissing my flesh as I hike up my flowy hem, holding it high around my waist.
I’m not shy with Loch anymore. I’m bold and bad and love it when he admires my ass. I suspect he’s loving my white lace thong, too.
“That’s mine,” he snarls. “Say it, Babygirl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My answer meets the breeze curling up my bare legs, goose bumps dancing on my flesh. My cheeks, both pairs, burn under his savage stare.
“Keep walking and put your hand in your panties.” Lust stalks through me at the menacing sound of his voice. “Play with your pussy and get it wet for me.”
I lead the way over the worn trail. Cabins dot the distance. If someone wanted to watch, they could see me touching myself for him, and I love it. He knows.
Sliding my hand under the thin fabric, my middle finger caresses my aroused clit. “Oh god.” My steps stutter.
“You’re mine now, Alena.” His zipper drags down. “Aren’t you?”
My lips are wet, my entrance, starting to weep. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm.” He sounds delicious, demonic, his boots crunching over leaves behind me, his heat grabbing at my skin, sluicing up my spine. “Pull your dress down and expose your pretty tits for anyone to see.”
I glance at the lavish log cabin, perched on our right, overlooking our path. My nipples tighten, pearling pink as I tug my smocked top down.
“Stop right there and take off your jacket.”
I obey, stopping in front of a large oak before awkwardly keeping my dress lifted as I shrug out of one denim sleeve, then the other.
The jacket dangles in my grasp as he demands, “Now toss it on the ground so it can catch our cum.”
Oh my god. It’ll be my favorite jacket.
Desire shakes my hand, dropping my coat in the dirt.
“Now, pull your dress all the way down, tie the bottom around your waist, and take your panties off, Babygirl.” His voice prowls through my heating veins as I obey, knotting the soft cotton before shirking down my thong. It falls around my boots. Lace over leather.
I stand, untouched, aching breasts bare, wet pussy exposed, my warm ass open to him, and I’ve never felt this close to Loch before. I need to see him.
“Can I turn around, Sir?”
“No,” he snarls. “I make the rules. You’ll do as I say, and maybe I’ll make you squirt if you’re a good girl.”
Oh, god. The sounds are distinct, threaded into the fabric of my being. His panting breath. His palm, rubbing hard flesh. His dick, slick and slapping with precum, while he jerks off at the sight of me.
“Hand me your panties,” he grunts.
My knees buckle. My steps, awkward as I slip the delicate lace over my bulky boots. But Loch loves it. He loves my curves and contrasts. He whispers it every time we fuck.
Once free of them, he yanks the panties from my hand. Crudely. Lewdly. He hangs them on the tree, their lace snagged on the rough bark by my face.
“Now smell how wet you get for me, Alena.” He palms my skull, gently pressing my nose into my lace. The earthy spice of the oak wood mixes with my musk and his gruff voice. “Can you smell your sweet pussy on your panties like I can? The pussy that belongs to me?”
My tender nipples scratch jagged bark. My pussy throbs, groped by anyone’s gaze and the autumn air. All my senses are aroused and aching. Loch’s control makes my core ignite with the most erotic feeling of my life.
“Yes, Sir. I belong to you.”
“Good girl. Now bend over and grab the tree while I fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I tremble, changing my position, desperate for his kiss and kink. His commands wet my quivering thighs as my fingernails find purchase against the rugged, rough surface.
“Open your legs.”
He smacks my ass, and the sound reverberates, attracting attention from anyone nearby. God, I hope so. I want to be caught mating with him in the forest. I want to fuck like this forever. It’s me and Loch: lustful, lewd, and in love.
Smoothing his hand over my stinging flesh, he soothes me. “Me and you, like this forever, Alena. Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir. Just me and you.” I sway my back and spread my thighs, commanding, “Now, fuck me like an animal, Loch. Please.”
I can hear his sigh. Smell his smirk. Sense his snarl. Once I feel him grab my hips as the blunt tip of his bare cock slides through my lips, I moan for it. “Please, Loch, make me your DirtTGirl.”
“Fuucckk.” He fists my hair, yanking my ear to his lips. His voice, thick like his dick, teasing my entrance. “You want to be mine, Alena?”
“Please, Sir,” I rasp.
With his free hand, he smacks my clit with his dick. I gasp with his taunt. “Only mine?” He smacks it again. “All mine.” And again. “So dirty and sweet.” And again. “This is my pussy that drips with my cum.”
It’s not a question; it’s his claim as I throb, desperate for him.
Releasing my hair, he reaches around, pinching my nipple, with his tip taunting my excited clit. I cry out, sparks flying up my body. “Please, Loch. I need to be punished. I need to be pleased. Now.”
“Fuck, Babygirl,” he growls into my ear, his deep thrust into my cunt, brutal. His satisfied grunts, beautiful, with my keening wail. God, he feels so good.
“You want me to please you, Alena?” He grabs my hips, pounding his massive dick so hard inside me, my clit’s electric, the smack of our bodies, lewd and loud. “You want me to punish my DirtTGirl while I fuck you like an animal for anyone to see? To see how you’re mine?”
“Yes, yes,” I pant the words, my pussy seeping as he grabs my throat, tugging my nipple so roughly, I call out. Primal. Proud. Getting fucked so savagely, my legs shake, loving it.
“I hope they watch,” he hisses over my ear. “I hope someone is watching me fuck you so hard, your pretty tits bounce for me. Don’t they?”
“Yes, Loch.” I gasp, getting so lost in desire; it’s all I know with him.
“Is this how you want to be fucked, Alena?” He reaches between my legs, strumming my clit. “Initiated in front of my brothers?” My pleasure tightens, soaking, threatening. The vision takes my mind. “To be fucked by me in front of them like my queen?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m shaking, wanting, willing. “Show them I’m yours. How I need to be dirty for you.”
“You want to be dirty for me?” He presses his fingers to my mouth.
Vulgarly, I suck them, moan on them, spit on them.
“Oh, Babygirl, you want me to fuck this virgin ass in front of them, don’t you?
” He slides two slick fingers deep inside my ass, making me cry out, convulsing.
“Yeah, you do; your pussy just gushed on my dick for it, DirtTGirl. You want to get your ass fucked in front of the kings, don’t you? ”
My edges crack, leak, ready to explode. “Loch, I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” he commands, pumping his fingers, hammering his cock, claiming my sex. “Say it first. Please, Babygirl, who missed you? Who do you belong to? Who loves you? Who can’t live without you?”
We know what this is about.
What this is healing.
Until there’s no question.
“You.” I break the rules, looking over my shoulder. My orgasm, here. My heart, soaring. My eyes meet his, crying. “You, Loch. Please, I love you.”
“Oh, fuck, Alena.” His veins tense; his grip bruising. “Come, Babygirl. Squirt on my dick. Fuucckk, I love you.”
I fall over my edge and the release is exquisite, exploding with pleasure, emotions bursting through me. “Loch!” I can’t stand with my pussy uncontrollable and pulsing, drenching his dick and our thighs.
He growls, grabbing my waist tighter, holding me up, his neck straining with his roar. The whole mountain can hear him come, and I feel it. His thick shaft, jumping with his release. His loud grunts, pumping his cum inside me. He doesn’t stop as another orgasm ripples down my body.
“Fuucckk, Babygirl.” He blankets me. Grabbing my hands on the tree, he pants, “Fuck, Alena, I can’t stand; I came so hard missing you.”
I rasp, dizzy, worried. “Do we need to lie down?”
“No.” He grins, sweating. “I’m okay as long as I’m inside you.”
I turn my chin, taken by his deep kiss. I cry, overwhelmed, a happy sob crawling up my throat, but it’s chased away with his tender sigh. “I love you, Alena.” Emotion chokes his voice. “Fuck, Babygirl, I missed you so much and never again. You’re by my side forever now.”
“I love you too.” I lace our fingers together against the tree. “All our babies and our log cabin. Promise me.”
He smiles into our kiss. Like we can feel Fate, our first daughter, blooming inside my body. A body he won’t leave as he vows, “I promise I’m not done with you ever and tonight.”
“Oh?” I love how we love each other so much that we let anyone see it. “What did you have in mind?”
He reads my mind, grinning. “We have an ass to train and a show to record for our fans.”
The temperature is dropping as I reheat, reunited, sighing over our lips. “Yes, Sir.”
He nuzzles his nose to mine. “Who else am I for you?”
Hidden secrets and identities; there are none left between us.
I nuzzle him back. “Yes, my king.”
“Walk in front of me with your dress up,” he commands, eyes ignited, “while I watch my cum drip from your pussy.” He nips my lip. “And do it like my queen.”
Proudly, I obey.