53. Summer
“Shit!”I hopped on one foot, yanking the stick caught in my shoe, then tossed it. Like Hansel and Gretel, I was accidentally leaving a breadcrumb path—starting with my shoes.
There was no way I could run in them out in the marsh—the only place I could think of where we’d be far away from Callie’s hearing.
What was taking him so long?
I’d made it further than expected—past the back of the house and towards the edge of the property before I heard Rook’s footsteps behind me.
Yelping, I picked up speed.
Lungs burning.
Heart pumping.
Arms swinging.
Anticipation and adrenaline surging through me.
Oh God.
Swerving, I sprinted towards the woods, looking for the perfect hiding place.
The sound of a stick snapping was right behind me.
He was so close!
“When I catch you, you won’t walk for a week!” he called out.
“Eek!” I shrieked, running so fast I thought my lungs would just plop out of my chest.
The man didn’t even sound out of breath.
I was going to have to take up exercising just to keep up with him—I could still feel the aches and pains from yesterday.
I clearly couldn’t out-race him. Changing course, I raced towards a smaller-size magnolia. I began to climb. I only got a few branches up when large hands wrapped around my waist. He jerked me to him, throwing me over his shoulder.
He’d taken off his shirt and shoes, and on his head…
Were the stag horns from the initium.
I kicked and scratched and pounded his back but it did nothing to him.
Yanking my dress up, his hand went to my ass, spanking it.
“Be good, Summer.” He spanked it again. “Take your punishment like a good girl.” Then he ripped my underwear down my legs, tossing it to the side.
Oh god.
I was already wet. Burning for what was to come.
He marched me—not back to the house, but towards the back gardens. When he put me down, we were—on dad’s grave.
“What are you doing?” I squealed, horrified.
He knelt behind me, holding me upright by my neck. “Showing Douglass what I’m about to do to his little girl.”
I choked on my spit, but he was already hauling my dress over my head.
“Oh, I like this,” he growled, referring to my new white bra—courtesy of Amara and my shopping trip today. “Going to show the whole world how filthy my baby girl really is.” Then his hands were all over me, smearing mud over my stomach and the bra—turning it dark and dirty.
His hand went to my chin, turning my face towards him. Disheveled hair and eyes gleaming. With the stag horns and dirt smeared on his cheek—he looked like a wild animal. “I’m going to show Douglass exactly how his little baby girl likes to be fucked. Now, down on your hands and knees.”
“But,” I protested, “you haven’t taken off my bra, sir. I haven’t given you your birthday present.” My new bra wasn’t the only thing I’d gotten today.
His gaze darkened, and his fingers quickly undid the clasp, tossing it behind him. Then he inhaled a sharp breath. “You remembered.”
I nodded, “yes.”
“You remembered,” he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it. “How the fuck do I deserve you?” His voice was low and rough. “Are you going to let me put a chain on them?”
“Maybe,” I choked out, laughing.
“God,” he groaned into my hair, fingers fisting it, “I’m going to make you hurt so hard.” I inhaled an excited breath and his other hand tightened into my skin, gripping my hip harshly. “Tug on those nipples until you can’t stop coming, would you like that baby?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, leaning back into him as his hands cupped my lower breasts—careful not to touch the new nipple rings. His lips were moving over my skin—my neck, my shoulder, my jaw. Then his hand was on my back, “Time for your punishment. I’ve got something special for you tonight. Remember?—”
“I know,” I cut him off, not wanting him to stop for a lecture. “I remember.”
“Tell me now, I need to make sure you do.”
“Bunny punch.” I said the words I needed to say if I wanted him to stop.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing down my back, his hand moving me so I was on my hands and knees, my legs spread out. A sharp pain jut up my ass, then his hand smoothed over the skin where he’d spanked me. “But earlier, you were a bad, bad girl.”
“I know,” I snarked, “But it was worth it.”
He spanked me again, several times, sharp and spiky.
I held my breath to the pain, closing my eyes.
“Open your eyes, Summer. Look at the gravestone. I need you to tell Douglass what you want.”
“Wha...” I tried to understand.
“Look at his grave, and tell your new daddy what you want.” He smacked my ass again. “Does my little cum slut want to come?”
I nodded. “I want to orgasm, sir.”
“What else?” Smack.
“To taste your cum in my mouth.”
“Is that all?”
“I want you, inside me.”
Then he was spreading my ass cheeks, licking my pussy, groaning. “You have no idea how obsessed I am with my prints on your skin. It’s so beautiful.”
I couldn’t speak, I was buzzed with electric sparks all over my body.
“Reach into my pocket,” he said. “Pull out my new toy for you.”
Breathing heavily as he played with me using his tongue, I pulled out a new dildo vibrator, panting at the way he was eating me out.
“Now insert it inside you.”
“What is it?” It looked… weird.
“Summer, be a good girl. Put it up inside you and don’t ask questions.”
Then, “Deeper,” he commanded, after I did what he asked. He pulled out his phone.
I inhaled a sharp breath as it began to vibrate, hitting way up inside me. “Oh god!” I seized.
“That’s your spots, all at once, little bunny.” Rook said, smacking me again.
I could barely understand what he was saying.
It felt like every part of my body was on fire.
“You like the pain, baby girl?”
“Ye—ye, sir” I struggled not to come, “Fuck!”
“You want my cum in your mouth?” He bit my butt cheek.
“Yee—e, sir,” I nodded.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been such a bad girl, then, little bunny.” With one last slap on my ass, he spread my cheeks and I felt something wet on my ass hole. “Now relax.”
Then his fingers were inside my ass. One, then two, stretching, stretching. Wider than he’d ever done before. Then, more lube, more stretching, “Remember, I am your sir, and you are my play thing.”
“Yes, sir,” I mewled.
“I take what I want from you, and I have one last hole I haven’t claimed.”
Then, suddenly the vibrations inside me blasted with intensity.
I screamed, just as Rook clenched my hips and shoved his dick inside my ass.
I screamed again, my whole body on fire. I could barely think. Only filled with electric shock all over.
I wasn’t going to last.
“Rook, I’m gonna come!”
He gripped me roughly, grunting as he seated himself deeper inside me. Then began to thrust. “Tell me who’s my cum slut.”
“I am!”
He pounded me. My teeth clattered. My whole body shook.
Jerking me upward, my back to his bare chest. Gripping me by my neck, forcing me to stare at the grave before me.
“Tell Douglass. Look him straight in the eyes, and tell him who’s fucking his little girl.”
Trying to focus, trying not to come, I stared at the name, carved in granite. Douglass Duvall. Beloved husband and father. “Rook! Rook is fucking your little girl!”
“Good girl.” Rook growled loud, sounding like an animal, fucking me harder. “Now, come baby. Come now!”
I jumped off the edge, my orgasm crashing over me.
I shook with it. My fingernails digging into skin. My knees scraping against grass. My whole body on fire.
Rook gripped my neck tighter. His warmth shooting up inside me. I could barely breathe. His cum now sliding down my legs.
I was still coming, light and rainbows bursting through me. The vibrator still buzzing. My stomach clenching. Lungs blazing. Neck burning from his harsh grip.
Then suddenly, the pressure was gone: his hand on my neck and the vibrator—tossed to the side.
I collapsed against him as he pulled me up and into his arms. Cradling me protectively. “What a good, beautiful girl,” he crooned. His lips pressed to my hair, his fingers soothing my skin. “So so good, baby girl.”
I relaxed against him, boneless.
“We’re not done,” he said, his hand gripping my jaw. “Summer, look at me.”
I blinked my eyes open, exhausted but oh so happy.
His expression was serious, his fingers digging into my skin. “I will never be with another woman. You’re it for me, Summer—you and the chaos you bring in to my life. The only woman I want, except little girls running around the house, creating your brand of crazy.” Once again, his eyes were savage, his hair wild. The antlers still on his head. Like a feral king of the forest. “Marry me, Summer. Marry me and give me a family. I swear to never let you down. To always protect you and everyone you love. To fuck you every day, and put a hundred babies in this belly. A family as big as you want. And I will never, ever, abandon you. I would first carve my own heart out from my chest than ever leave you. I love you, Summer Duvall, and never want to be away from you. Say you’ll marry me.”
I took a deep breath, the familiar scent of home filling my lungs.
A rush of warmth washed over me that had nothing to do with the pain wracking the rest of my body. And, as I stared into his eyes, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always be there. Despite the things Rook had said, he’d proved to me time and time again that he would always protect and love me. That he would never leave me. That he would burn with fire for me.
Suddenly, a weight lifted off my shoulders—gone was the fear and uncertainty that had consumed me for so long.
This was my happy ending—one filled with love, hope, and most importantly, trust.
It wasn’t an ending of my old life, but a new beginning filled with endless possibilities.
With tears in my eyes, I nodded at him, and whispered, ”Yes.”
The End until…