Chapter Thirteen
Reed
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep without my little brat in my arms. I gave up just after five a.m., deciding to get some extra time with the waves before Bella arrives.
After a few hours of surfing, I check my watch as I make my way back onto the deck of my beach house, it’s coming up to nine — she better be here soon.
I take a shower in the outdoor one I had built on my deck. I love my house, it’s something I’m ridiculously proud of, having designed most of it myself.
I bought the dilapidated property fifteen years ago for a steal, and completely remodelled the whole property, which sits on a prime piece of real estate on the coastal road. The best part, though, is the ocean I back onto; the surfing is unreal and my favorite start to my day.
I’m walking into the house, running a towel over my hair with another around my waist as the doorbell rings, my heart skips a beat.
She’s here.
No one else would be ringing my bell at this time of the morning.
I open the door to find her standing there in a trench coat and heels. I grab her — bag and all — and pull her into the house, slamming the door behind her and pushing her up against it. Caging her in with my body, I devour her, my tongue thrusting against hers, taking everything she’ll give me.
“I missed you,” I breathe, my mouth taking hers again, with a kiss that’s hard and demanding.
“Where should I hang my coat?” she asks as she pulls out of my arms.
“Drop it on the fucking floor for all I care,” I say reaching for her again.
“Patience.” She laughs as she dodges my grip and walks over to the closet where the coats go.
Her back is turned to me, something I’m grateful for when her coat comes off.
I’m quite sure my jaw has hit the floor; my innocent baby girl is standing in front of me in nothing but the sexiest set of red underwear I’ve ever seen.
She slowly turns on her fuck me heels and smiles a smile that is anything but innocent. My head drops back between my shoulders and I let out the loudest groan.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter.
My head snaps forward again, my eyes focus on her and I lunge.
She squeals and darts away from me — or at least, she tries, but she’s not quick enough.
I grab her by the waist, lift her up and over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, giving her ass a good slap while she’s there.
“You want to play games, baby girl?”
“Hmm, yes, Mr Burke,” she practically purrs.
Fuck me.
“You remember what I said I’d do the next time you called me that?”
“Fuck me hard and deep.”
“That’s right, I’m going to destroy this cunt.” I walk through the door of my master suite and sit down on the bed, pulling her from my shoulder and down to rest across my lap, her beautiful ass on display for me. “What do you think I do to naughty girls?”
“Punish them,” she moans.
“That’s right, I do. And you’ve been a very naughty girl. What do you think a suitable punishment would be?” I ask as my hand strokes over the delectable globes of her ass cheeks.
“Fucking me hard.”
“Oh, baby girl. That’s what you want, that wouldn’t be a punishment at all.” I pause, letting my words sit with her. “No,” I continue, “I think a spanking followed by denial will do just fine.”
“Denial?” she gasps.
“Mmhmm,” I hum. “No orgasms for you. Not yet anyway.”
“Reed, no, ple-” she starts, but I interrupt her.
“No. That’s your punishment. Argue with me and I’ll take you here instead.
” I pull her thong to the side and run my finger over her puckered hole, her ass cheeks clench, trying to deny my finger access.
“I’ll be taking you here, regardless, but it’ll be much more enjoyable if it’s not part of your punishment. ”
It’s an empty threat, there is no way I’d take her anal virginity as part of her punishment — will I be taking it? Hell yes, and more than likely this weekend — but we’ll work up to her taking my cock in that untouched hole.
“Reed,” she whimpers.
I can smell her arousal, it’s a scent my body is attuned to, something it craves. She’s turned on. The thought of me fucking her ass has her cunt practically dripping.
I toy with her a little more, my pointer finger dipping in and out of her ass, breaching it no further than the tip of my finger. But it’s enough to give her a taste of the pleasure I can bring her.
“Now, how many spanks do we think are appropriate?”
“But you like me being naughty, you like my bratty side.”
I smirk.
She’s right I do, but not for the reasons she thinks.
“I like it because it means I get to do this. If you’re a brat it means I’m the one that gets to punish you, to show you how to be my good girl.”
“Fuck, why is that so hot?” Her words are a mere whisper. I’m quite sure she didn’t mean for me to hear them, but I did.
The smile that spreads over my face is triumphant — she’s perfect for me.
“I think five for your first time.” Without giving her a chance to prepare my hand comes down hard. She flinches, her back arching, her stomach pressing into my erection.
Fuck, I’m going to struggle to edge her.
“Next time, I want you to count them, but this time I’ll do it for you. One.” My hand comes down on each cheek in quick succession. “Two. Three,” I groan.
“Oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she quietly chants. I give her another firm spank on her ass cheeks across the middle of them both and my last spank is directed over her needy little cunt.
“Shit,” she whines.
“Such a good girl,” I praise as I gently stroke over her reddening skin. Guiding her by her hips, I help her to stand between my thighs. “You okay?” I ask, looking her in the eyes, checking in with her. She nods, biting her bottom lip.
“That was so much hotter than I thought it would be.”
“Trust me to know what you’ll like and what you need.
” I cup her jaw in my hand, gently stroking over the apple of her cheek with my thumb.
“I think we’ll skip the denial this time round.
You did so well and I need to be inside you, baby.
So fucking bad.” My eyes travel the length of her body, taking in every detail of what she’s wearing.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look in this?”
“I wore it for you. I thought you’d like it.”
“Like it? Baby, I fucking love it. How many of them do you have?”
“Just this one. I’ve got some nice lingerie, but nothing else quite like this.”
“Buy it in every color,” I demand. “Take my card when you next go shopping, get anything you think I’d like.”
“Reed, I can buy my own clothes.”
“If you’re wearing it for me, then I’m buying it. Plus, that way I won’t feel bad about ripping it off of you.” She’ll have to get used to me taking care of her, I plan on doing it all the time now that she’s mine.
Bella
“You’re very bossy, you know that?” I argue back.
“It’s called dominant, and yes, I’m aware. You’ll get used to it. In fact, you’ll like it.”
I already do. I don’t think I’ll ever admit that to him, though.
“Now, as much as I love this sexy little number you have on, it needs to come off. I needed to be inside you last night, when I woke in the middle of the night, and again this morning. But my little brat wasn’t here, so now I’m desperate.”
His hands move round my body as he’s talking, undoing my bra strap and letting it fall to the ground. His thumbs stroke over my nipples, making them pebble as his hands move down my body.
He makes quick work of my garter and stockings, murmuring his approval as he removes them. I’m standing before him in just a red lacy thong. He leans forward, pressing his nose into my sex and inhaling.
“This needs to go, too,” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling it down my legs. He groans as he reveals my bare pussy, which is already dripping wet.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.”
“What are you waiting for?” I tease, hoping he’ll shed the last of his control at my words.
“Nothing.” He grabs my hips, spins me around and throws me onto the bed, climbing over my body and pushing my thighs apart with his hips. “Brace yourself, baby, this is going to get rough.”
His cock nudges my entrance, his hips punch forward and before I can even take a breath he is buried to the hilt, so deep his tip hits my cervix.
Oh, my God!
He grabs one of my thighs and hooks my leg over his hip opening me further, allowing him impossibly deeper. And then he lets me have it. His cock hammers into me relentlessly, nailing me to the mattress.
“That’s it, take it. My little cock tease needed this as much as I did, didn’t she?” he grunts.
His thrusts are so hard they are physically moving me up the bed.
“I’m going to fill you so good, baby. Turn you into my little cum slut.”
“Yes, Reed! It hurts so good,” I moan. My body doesn’t know what it’s feeling more, pleasure or pain, but fuck, if it isn’t loving the combination.
“Jesus, fuck, baby! Don’t say that when I’m buried balls deep inside you.” I can feel my orgasm brewing, the way Reed turns feral for me, turning me on more than anything else has before.
I want to do the same for him.
“Does it turn you on, knowing you’re too big for me? Knowing that taking your cock is too much? That it brings me that pleasurable pain?”
“Brat,” he grunts in my ear. His hand snakes between us and rubs my clit in hard, firm circles.
Hearing the desperation in his voice, feeling the hard thrusts of his cock ridiculously deep inside me and the stimulation his fingers are giving my clit — it’s too much. The best orgasm of my life crashes through me.
“Fuuuck,” he groans as his thrusts turn erratic. His hips lose their rhythm as his own orgasm rushes through him and into me. Filling me completely.
His body collapses on top of mine, his full weight pinning me to the mattress. “Give me a second and I’ll move,” he rasps in my ear.
“No, don’t. I like it,” I say as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me more.
“How are you so perfect?” He turns his head, placing a gentle kiss to my temple.
“Only for you,” I whisper.
“Only ever for me,” he whispers back.