Chapter 2
Chapter Two
It’s not even noon.
I shouldn’t be so turned on as I watch Max.
I watch Max get off his bike and head to my door, and I feel like punching a wall. How dare that asshole come back here after humiliating me like that in front of my date. What the hell did he think I was going to do? Fall into his fucking arms and waltz off with him into the sunset?
Sure, Max is attractive as hell, but I had my little crush on him years ago, and I’ve grown up since then. Our little flirtation was over the moment he decided I was better off in college than on the back of his ride. The moment he decided I needed to do the right thing instead of…
Yeah, he decided.
Max is in charge.
Max the Dominant.
And my choice was go to college without him or stay home without him. Either way, if I gave up my college plans, I wouldn’t get him.
But I come back to town, and now he’s Mr. Interested? Showing up to see me? What the fuck? “Well, thank you for caring, Mr. Sensitive!” I spit out.
Naturally, I immediately feel like an idiot for saying that out loud. I mean, he hasn’t said a damned word to me that follows all of my… well, the things I’m imagining him saying. Hell, he didn’t say a damned thing yesterday. All of this is in my head.
He knocks on the door, and my heart hammers in answer.
“Casey?!”
His voice makes me heat up, and I suspect it’s for all the wrong reasons, which just makes me angrier.
I don’t answer, and he pounds on the door harder. “Casey!”
I try to pull myself together and remind myself that this is my fucking place not his. I walk over and open the door before I lose my nerve.
And the moment I see him standing there, all my resolve goes out the window.
I want this man.
I want Maximus Carson to have me. Completely.
And I’ve never stopped wanting that.
But a small voice of defiance still sits in my head. “What do you want, Maximus?”
He frowns. I know he hates his full name, makes him feel like a clown, he’s said. Well, good, he should feel like a clown for making me feel like I do right now.
“Casey, I just want to say...”
“Damn straight you had no right! You have no fucking right to me. You think you know better because you’re ten years older thanIe? Well, that ain’t shit, Max! You had no right!”
He sighs that irritating knowing and long-suffering sigh of his. “It’s good to see you.”
I stand there, uncertain. Is he backing down? “You fucking embarrassed me at the golf course!”
He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t, and you know I didn’t.”
Fuck! “Who the fuck cares how you feel?”
“You do,” he says, and now I don’t get it. “Invite me in,” he adds. I stare at him in shock, and I want to scream at him. He says, “Now, Casey.”
I gasp and whisper, “Yes, Master.” Holy crap. It’s still my natural response to him. I move aside, and he walks past me into the house.
And I jumped him.
Yeah, he steps in, and I just attack him. I mean, I act like a complete slut.
It’s the only way I can describe how I slam the door, turn, and start to climb all over him like he’s the Mount Everest of men. I kiss him hard, and then I start to claw at his clothes.
But he pushes me back. “Whoa, Casey, I ...”
“Please,” I whisper, “please.”
He stares at me a moment and then, all the barriers come down and we grab at each other. He takes hold of my t shirt and tears it away like tissue paper. This is the last moment where I’m a participant, here. This was happening with me. Now, it’s happening to me.
Okay, it’s not really like that, but it still feels that way. The clothes seem to just melt away from my body.
He makes very short work of my bra and panties. So, getting from clothed to naked takes no time at all. He’s a little more difficult. I get his cut off and then his shirt, but his belt drives me crazy.
He kisses me and pushes my hands away. In no time, he’s slung his belt off and we’re both scrambling to undo his jeans while he kicks his boots off.
Everything seems to take forever. Everything also seems to happen in a millisecond. I stand naked in front of him, and it feels like a surprise even though that makes no sense. His hands and mouth are exploring me before we’ve taken two steps from the door.
Look, I realize it isn’t like that. I mean, it’s not actually like that. I’m just overwhelmed and interpreting things. I get that. It doesn’t matter, though. It sure as hell feels that way.
He picks me up like I’m a doll, like I weigh nothing at all.
He’s a big guy, six feet four, and built like a linebacker.
So, I know I’m not too much for him, even though I’m pretty tall myself at five feet nine.
He throws me over his shoulder and lands a spank on my ass.
I gasp and barely manage to keep from moaning.
He did this all the time.
I misbehave. He undresses me, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me to where he’ll fuck the misbehavior out of me. My ass cheeks sting from the spank as I hand over his shoulder and stare at the floor.
I am so damned pissed at myself. I feel like I have to fight like crazy just to keep myself from moaning like an absolute whore. Every single step!
He lands another spank. I yelp and my eyes water. I can’t fight down the moan, and that’s humiliating as hell.
He walks to my bedroom, and I do a brief mental check. Is it a total wreck, or did I clean it up? Then, he drops me onto the bed, and nothing matters because his hands and his mouth are running down my body, and every nerve is coming alive with need.
He parts my legs as he stands at the end of my bed. Then, he pulls me to him, lifting me a bit by propping my legs on his shoulders. Stinging shoots over me as his hands hold tightly to my spanked ass cheeks and he brings my pussy to his mouth like he’s bringing a wine cup to his parched lips.