Chapter Twelve #2
He stood up and shoved his trousers down.
His cock sprang free, hard and massive, thick and angry, throbbing with veins. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the purple head.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Cassidy opened her eyes. He was a giant looming over her, his face twisted with desire.
“Take it,” he said.
He thrust into her, filling her entire pussy in one stroke, and stretched her wide. Cassidy screamed a sound of pure release.
Then he began to fuck her. He drove into her with deep, claiming thrusts. The bed frame groaned. The ropes dug into her wrists.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the shack. Slap. Slap. Slap. It was the sound of skin-to-skin impact, mixed with the wet, squelching noise of his cock pumping in and out of her soaking pussy.
He was pounding the anxiety out of her, replacing her fear with his cock. The friction was incredible, a burning, sliding heat that consumed her.
“You belong to me,” Sterling groaned and reached underneath her to slap her ass cheek f. The sound was sharp. “Say it.”
“I belong to you!” Cassidy cried.
He pulled out but didn’t stop. He lifted her legs higher, pressed them back toward her chest, and positioned the head of his cock at her anus.
Cassidy stiffened. “Sterling?”
“Trust me,” he said, his voice was dark velvet. “Relax and open for me.”
He coated broad head with the fluids from her pussy, making it slick then pressed it against her tight ring.
“Push out,” he commanded. “Make room for me.”
Cassidy took a breath. She looked into his eyes, seeing only desire, absolute control, and possession.
She took a deep breath, relaxed and pushed. Sterling slowly slid into her ass. It was a shock, an overwhelming feeling of fullness. He stretched her body beyond anything she had ever felt.
“So tight,” Sterling groaned. “You are so tight around my dick.”
He paused to let her adjust to his size, holding her hips firmly and anchoring her.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Cassidy gasped. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Yes.”
He began to move differently than before. It was deeper, darker. Every thrust hit her deep inside, touching parts of her soul she didn’t know existed.
Cassidy sobbed and surrendered completely. She gave him everything: her body, her pride, her ranch.
Then she realized with a jolt that she was enjoying it. She had never experienced pleasure from anal intercourse before, but with Sterling, it was effortless, devoid of pain. The deep, throbbing pressure hit all the right nerves. It felt forbidden and holy all at once.
“Come for me,” Sterling ordered. “Come on my cock.”
He reached his hand out and rubbed her clit hard while he pounded into her ass, his eyes fixed on hers.
Cassidy began to convulse and writhe in a rhythmic pattern.
Her orgasm ripped through her—violent and blinding—shaking her foundation. Her ass clinched down on his shaft, and she screamed his name.
Sterling drove into her one last time, deeply with fury, and climaxed with pulsating energy as his cum filled her. It was a beautiful, intimate warmth she had never felt before.
He held her up as her orgasm subsided and the last drops of his semen were released from his hard cock then slowly and gently pulled out of her ass. He collapsed, pressing her into the mattress.
They lay there for a long time. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the wind outside.
Sterling reached up and untied her wrists then leaned forward to untie her ankles.
Cassidy couldn’t move. She was limp, floating in a haze of endorphins. It was quiet in the subspace.
Sterling didn’t pull away. He gathered her into his arms and adjusted the blankets around them, cocooning them against the chill of the shack then pulled her head onto his chest, right over his heart.
She listened to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat—the only clock that mattered.
He stroked her hair in a soothing rhythm with his heavy and warm hand and kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering there.
“Just breathe,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”
Cassidy closed her eyes as the tension finally left her muscles. The noise in her head was gone, replaced by a profound, heavy peace. She felt small in his arms but not weak. She felt protected.
They lay tangled together for a long time in the dark, the scent of sex and old wool wrapping around them. There was no need for words. The bond had been forged in the storm and sealed in the bed.
Finally, Sterling broke the silence. His voice was a low rumble against her ear, devoid of any corporate edge. He was just a man speaking to the woman he claimed.
“I will handle the debt,” he said.
Cassidy looked up at him, her eyes wide in the gloom. “What?”
“The ranch,” Sterling said. “I will pay the arrears personally, tomorrow, as soon as we have a signal.”
“Sterling, you don’t have to…”
“I am not doing it for the investment,” Sterling said. Looking deep into her eyes, he brushed a stray hair from her face. “I am doing it because this is your home, and you are mine.”
He kissed her again, sealing the promise.
“As soon as we get down the mountain,” he said, “we will end this.”
Cassidy closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest, burying her face in the curve of his neck. For the first time, she didn’t feel alone in the fight.
The storm was still raging, the investors were still waiting, and Travis Miller was still out there.
But for tonight, in the dark and the cold, she was safe. Then she realized, with a certainty that terrified her, that she would never be the same again.