26. Wendy
We spent the night packing our essentials in silence. There was an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't discuss the matter further until we reached wherever he took us. I wasn’t sure if this was because we were trying not to scare ourselves more than necessary or because we were both tired from the arguing.
On the drive there, silence hung heavy in the air, interrupted only by the car engine's low hum and occasional GPS directions. Neither of us said anything about where we were heading. I only knew it was somewhere secluded—perfect for mulling over our issues without anyone’s prying eyes.
When we arrived at a small log cabin nestled high in a mountain range, I couldn’t help but sigh in awe at the pristine beauty around us. It seemed far from civilization, almost detached from reality—exactly what we needed.
“This is it.” Vincent broke the silence as he shut off the engine and glanced at me, uncertainty clouding his eyes.
“It's beautiful,” I admitted grudgingly.
It wasn't long before we settled into the cabin, quickly unpacking and exploring our temporary home. As night fell, we found ourselves seated next to the fireplace—the crackling flames adding a modicum of warmth to the tense air between us. I knew we were on borrowed time, and the peace wouldn't last. But at that moment, something about the serene silence felt right. Vincent had lured me away from my life for a weekend, promising answers, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was intrigued. I wanted to believe in him, in us, one more time. This weekend was our only chance, and I would take it.
The morning sun gently poured into the cabin, forcing our eyes to reluctantly crack open.
Vincent drew me closer, his fingers ghosting over my bare skin. “Good morning,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“Morning,” I muttered back, burying my head in the crook of his neck. I let myself enjoy the moment, relishing in the feel of him beside me—so close yet miles away.
“What should we do today?” Vincent rolled onto his back, pulling me with him as I straddled his stomach, still half asleep.
“We could explore,” I suggested, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. “There's a whole mountainside we haven't seen yet.”
“We could,” Vincent mused, running his fingers through my hair, pulling my face up so he could peck me on the lips.
“I probably have morning breath.” I smiled against his mouth as Vincent didn’t seem to care.
“I'm willing to take the risk.” He grinned, pressing his lips against mine once more, sliding his hands down my back, stopping at my ass, squeezing each cheek.
Laughing, I pushed against his chest, playfully scolding him. He gave a carefree shrug, his eyes dancing with mischief. This was the Vincent I remembered, the man I had fallen madly in love with.
“I’m going to shower and get ready. Then we explore?”
“Absolutely,” Vincent agreed with a lazy grin. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, his touch light and teasing.
I smiled back at him, rolling off his chest and stretching languorously before getting up from the bed. As I walked toward the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. The cold mountain air mixed with the steam from the shower created a misty haze in the small bathroom. As I stepped under the stream, the water flowed over my skin, washing away any lingering restlessness from the previous day.
When I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Vincent was sitting on the edge of our bed dressed in jeans and a shirt, his hair still tousled from sleep. He looked up as I entered and offered a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
“I’m going to brush up.” Vincent stood. He walked over to me, kissing my damp shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.
While he was freshening up, I started to sift through my small duffel bag to find something suitable to wear. I picked a pair of fitted jeans and a warm sweater, perfect for a day in the mountains.
“Getting dressed so soon?” Vincent’s deep timbre pierced the room’s silence. I gasped, spinning around, my towel falling off my body. “Sorry, did I scare you?” He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms, eyes raking my nude body.
A blush heated my cheeks as I quickly bent down to retrieve the fallen towel, wrapping it around myself hastily. “You could have knocked,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
Vincent pushed off the wall and sauntered toward me, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips. “And miss the view?” he teased, reaching out to tuck a damp, loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent goosebumps trailing down my exposed skin.
“Dressing was my plan,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart hammered in my chest from his sudden closeness, even though it should have felt natural. Despite my obvious nudity, Vincent’s gaze sent me into a raw, vulnerable state. With burning eyes melting my flesh, I suddenly had a strange notion Vincent didn’t want to go hiking anymore, spotting his thickening length pressing against his jeans.
Vincent hummed in acknowledgment, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let’s talk before we go out. What do you say?” he murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. I nodded, the breath hitching in my throat caused by the uncertainty of what he wanted to talk about.
A knot formed in my stomach at his words. “Talk?” I repeated, a shiver of unease cutting through the room's warmth.
Vincent nodded, his expression turning serious as he gestured toward the bed. I secured my towel first before joining him on the mattress. He waited until I was seated before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about something since the day I proposed. You had your first real punishment with the paddle and all that. You remember that, right?”
“Of course, I remember,” I replied cautiously, watching his eyes flicker around the room. The memory alone sent a quick rush of heat to my pussy, recalling the sound of the paddle against my flesh and the sting of Vincent’s strength. The playful grin from this morning was completely gone, replaced with an inscrutable expression that set my nerves on edge.
“Out of all times to explore boundaries like that, why then? Why that night?”
I blinked rapidly. The question caught me off guard, and my mind instantly dived into the memory. “That night was... intense,” I murmured, swallowing hard as I replayed the sensations in my mind. “But... you're asking why? Why then?”
He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine.
I fiddled with the edge of the towel, my lips pursing slightly as I gathered my thoughts. The intensity of that night and the rawness of our emotions all seemed to blur together. But now he wanted to understand why we explored those boundaries that night.
“May I offer my theory?” Vincent traced his finger along my glistening collarbone as a fresh coating of cool sweat sprinkled my skin. “I think you felt like you were being bad by accepting my marriage proposal. You might have felt I moved too quickly after returning into your life. And by accepting an engagement ring from me, in a way, you believed it was wrong, and you wanted to be punished for trusting someone like me too soon.” Vincent swallowed and leaned in, dragging his lips along my neck, sending a dangerous thrill from the pit of my stomach down my legs, causing my toes to curl.
His words struck a nerve, a raw and tender spot I had desperately avoided since he proposed. The room seemed to shudder around us, echoing the tremor ringing through my body. My eyes closed, the sensation of his lips against my skin making it impossible to focus on anything but him.
“It's not like that,” I protested weakly, trying to ignore the heat of his body pressed against mine. But in the silence following my denial, I questioned myself. Was there truth in his theory?
“I wasn't punishing myself for trusting you,” I whispered finally, meeting his gaze again. His eyes were dark and full of emotion that twisted my stomach into knots.
“No?” he murmured against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending tingles down my spine. His arms tightened around me, drawing me even closer to him. “Then why did you happen to choose that particular night?”
“Maybe because we needed it,” I replied, my heart pounding as adrenaline coursed through my blood. “Or maybe I needed it.” My throat clicked as I swallowed away the lump forming as one of Vincent’s hands pressed against my stomach, easing me onto my back.
“Open yourself up to me.” Vincent shifted, pressing his hard dick against my leg.
“I-” I whispered, my breath hitching as his free hand tugged at the knot securing my towel, “I don't know...”
The fabric slipped from my body to pool around us, leaving me bare beneath him. Heat radiated from his gaze, trailing down my body and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He hummed in response, the tip of his finger tracing aimlessly across my stomach, stopping at the apex of my thighs. I shifted my body upward, desperate to have his thick fingers sink into my wet cunt.
“I know what you want,” Vincent teased, his warm breath coating my ear. “But I’ll only give you what you need if you are honest with me.”
“I am being honest,” I forced out the words, my head falling back and my legs falling open, putting my glistening sex on display for Vincent’s eyes.
A low groan escaped from his throat, his fingers flexing against my stomach. The tension in the room was palpable, wrapping around us tightly, and the taste of it was sweet and bitter on my tongue.
“Are you?” His gaze returned to mine. His thumb swept over my lower lip, tugging it down slightly before releasing me again. His eyes moved to my exposed sex, a predatory gleam flashing in his gaze.
“Yes,” I murmured, my skin flushing under his intense gaze. The anticipation was maddening, like a tautly pulled string waiting to be released. I was laid bare under him in more ways than one and found myself aching for him.
“I think you're not telling me everything, Wendy.” He drawled out my name like it was a sin. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
I bit down on my lower lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to tumble out.“What else could there be?”
He leaned in close again, his lips pressing against my earlobe. “I think you're scared of what admitting the truth might mean.” The words sent tingling chills rushing through me. “Can you admit that you're afraid?” Vincent’s fingers brushed against my throbbing clit, causing me to buck instantly.
“I--I am,” I finally admitted, the words tumbling out like an avalanche of relief and fear mingling. It felt like ripping off a bandage I never knew was there, but it stung.
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me aching for more. The loss of contact was jarring, and I whimpered, reaching out for him. In an instant, he was back on me. His strong arms folded around me, pulling me up against his chest. His lips met mine in a heated kiss, leaving us breathless.
“Open your legs for me.” Vincent pressed one of my legs against the bed as he shifted himself above me.
“Vin,” I gasped against his mouth, my heart hammering in my throat. He didn’t say another word as he placed his hands on either side of my trembling thighs, coaxing them apart.
His touch was tender, reverent almost, as though marking a territory that had long been unexplored. As soon as there was enough space between my legs for him to kneel, he positioned himself there. His hot breath hit my swollen clit, and I arched off the bed, whimpering at the contact.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmured against me, inches from where I needed him the most. His fingers traced the slick trail of arousal that seeped from my pussy before dipping a single digit inside me.
I cried out at the sudden feeling of fullness, clenching around him in a silent plea for more. “Vincent…I…” I stammered out, my words cut short as he moved his finger slowly in and out of me. I could barely think straight, much less form a coherent sentence.
“Say it.” He added a second finger to join the first. His lips pressed soft wet kisses along the inside of my thigh until he reached my clit, clamped his mouth around the bundle of nerves, and sucked.
A feral moan slipped past my lips at his demands. “I want you…Vincent…” I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths.
“Tell me you need me.” Vincent’s mouth vibrated against my core, making my walls tighten, squeezing his fingers. “That’s it. You’re getting close to me, baby, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I nodded desperately, my hands gripping the sheets, punishing the fabric as my legs began to quake.
“You need me.” Vincent's finger fucked me harder. “Say it.”
I was so close to coming. So fucking close. But I couldn’t say what he needed me to say because I refused to lie. I could have been bad and gotten my punishment. But right now?
I wanted to be good.
“I won’t say it.” My chest heaved as I forced the words out.
“Why won’t you say it?” Vincent continued to pump through my wet folds, going deeper and deeper into my tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re squeezing my hand. I love how tight you get when you’re about to come.”
I shook my head, only wanting to come. That was the only thing I knew how to do at this juncture.
And then, everything stopped.
Vincent froze, his fingers still embedded deep inside me, his mouth hovering over my throbbing clit. The room fell into a hushed silence, broken only by the heavy panting of our breaths.
“Why?” he asked again, his voice strained and tight with pent-up desire. His eyes bore into mine, dark with intensity and a hint of vulnerability.
I swallowed hard, my body still aching for release but knowing I couldn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet. Not until I knew where we stood. “Because…” I started, my voice shaky as I met his gaze. “Because needing someone is different than wanting them.”
I had never been so wrong when I thought I said too much and expected Vincent to leave. Instead, a wicked smile played across his face, and he leaned back on his haunches, removing his hand completely from my cunt. It was a move that caused pain to wrack through my body, so much so that I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming and instead tasted blood.
Vincent stared at his glistening fingers soaked in my juices and tasted a digit. “You taste so fucking good.” He leaned over my body and shoved two fingers into my mouth before I had a chance to protest. “Taste your pussy.” Vincent’s fingers hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.
Sick, twisted pleasure coursed through my veins as he subjected me to taste my own arousal. His eyes danced with satisfaction as he kept his fingers lodged deep inside my mouth, smearing the juices on my tongue. His fingers slid out of my mouth and down my chin; a trail of my essence trailed down my skin, seeping into the sheets below. He removed himself from between my legs and sat up, his hands grasped my ankles to pull me to the edge of the bed.
“If you’re going to come tonight, you’re going to come around my cock.” Vincent positioned himself between my legs, undressing and tossing his clothes to all corners of the room. “And you will come because you were honest with me.” He lined up his veined cock to the entrance of my pussy, running his leaking tip through my soaked folds. Vincent licked his thumb and placed it over my clit as he traced lazy, circular patterns, making my walls tighten, chasing a release I desperately needed.
“I love how wet you are,” he murmured, his voice grating with pure desire. “And all because you need my cock.”
The tension in the room was thick and palpable, our ragged breaths matching in rhythm as Vincent's cock pressed against me.
Without another word, he pushed into me slowly, agonizingly so. Pleasure coursed through my body as he filled me completely, inch by inch until I felt nothing but him. His grip on my ankles tightened as he started to move inside me. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared up at him, my mouth dry as I registered his absolute dominance. Vincent pulled out of me only to slam back inside with renewed vigor. His rough movements jolted me further up the bed while pleasure spiked within me at an ungodly rate.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” His words were a hoarse whisper against the quiet of the room just before his lips latched onto my hardened nipple.
A strangled scream tore from my throat as he brutally suckled on me while continuing to pound into my pussy. His thrusts became faster and harder as the pleasure building inside me reached its peak, ready to spill over. I writhed beneath him, my hands clawing at his back and leaving angry red marks in their wake. As he hit a particular spot deep inside me, I screamed out his name as the dam finally broke.
My orgasm crashed over me, consuming every fiber of my being. I clung onto him for dear life as my body convulsed around him, riding the waves of ecstasy. Vincent stilled for a moment before his own climax overtook him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he came with a loud groan, his hot release painting the inner walls of my pussy.
We stayed locked in that position as we rode out our orgasms, our labored breaths filling the otherwise silent room. Vincent's weight pressed down on me comfortingly as he gently traced patterns on my flushed chest.
“Fuck,” he finally said into the crook of my neck, Vincent’s sweaty cheek pressed against my slick skin. After catching his breath, he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at me. “So...you don't need me?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but I arched up to gently kiss his lips.
“I don't need you,” I murmured against his lips. “I choose you.”