9. Maggie
9
MAGGIE
“You’re wearing clothes,” Crew growls as he wraps his arms around me. I’ve just placed another batch of cookies into the oven.
I glance at the black apron with a funny joke about how this chef rubs his own meat. Every time I move, the material rasps against my nipples. They’re a little tender from the way Crew had his tongue and teeth all over them earlier. But it’s a good kind of sore. The kind that leaves me aching for more.
“You know the rules, pixie,” he says as he palms my mound. He slides his fingers through my folds, no doubt feeling the moisture that’s been there since he fed me breakfast while we were both naked. “Now I have to punish you.”
The words make me clench my thighs together. I love the idea so much, the thought of Crew having his wicked way with me.
“You want this, don’t you?” His voice is filled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
My stomach flutters at the thought that he could be just as excited as I am about this.
He reaches for my chin, turning my face so I’m looking into his dark gaze. “Answer me,” he says roughly. “You know you need to be punished. Yes?”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Yes. I broke the rules, and I was naughty.” For a moment, I wonder if he’ll think I’m silly. Acting like I’m playing in some bad porno.
But the heat that sparks in his gaze tells me that’s the last thing on his mind. My mountain man is focused entirely on punishing me.
He spins me around. “Hands against the island. Legs apart and ass in the air.”
I follow his instructions without hesitation, my heart beating faster than it ever has in my life. I’ve always been the good girl. I’ve never once been punished. But the thought of having Crew give me my first one has moisture trickling down my thighs. The whole room is scented with my arousal, and it embarrasses me that he knows this is turning me on.
I glance at him over my shoulder when I’ve assumed the position. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that,” he answers. He gives his cock two rough tugs before he drops his hand and growls. “Eyes straight ahead.”
I turn my face back toward the table and take a steadying breath as he comes to stand beside me.
He runs his fingertips along my ass cheek. “Such a pretty bottom. Shame it belongs to such a naughty pixie.”
I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of his fingers on my skin. It tingles everywhere he’s touching. I widen my stance even more, practically begging him to fuck me with my body language.
He brings his hand down on my ass and the sudden sharp sting causes me to let out a squeak.
“Such a pretty color,” he murmurs, rubbing the area he just smacked. “Afraid I’m going to have to make sure this ass matches the color of your hair.”
Heat fills my face and I’m glad he’s not looking at it. But despite the humiliation I feel at being naked and spanked by a big mountain man, I still find myself pushing my ass out at him, silently begging for more of his sweet torture.
He responds by delivering a flurry of sharp spanks to my bottom. His hand is so big and so powerful that it feels like he’s slapping everywhere at once. Each stinging smack builds on the next until I’m certain my ass has to be red. I’ve been branded by his hand.
When he finally finishes, he leans over me. His weight forces my upper body completely flush against the countertop. I like the way his chest is pressing into my back, anchoring me to the cool surface. “Now that I’ve punished you. I’m going to fuck you. Do you understand?”
Despite the way my head is pressed against the granite, I manage a small nod. “Please.” I’m practically trembling with desire and my pussy is dripping onto the floor. “Fuck me hard.”
“Look at me,” Crew demands, a strangled note in his voice.
When I do, he touches my cheek tenderly and searches my face. Whatever he sees in my expression must convince him that everything’s fine because he nods and reaches behind me.
“Every time you’re naughty, you’re going to find yourself like this. Your ass in the air as you’re punished by me.” He slides into my body in one quick thrust. I love that he isn’t as slow as he was the first time. Now he takes control of my body, entering my pussy like he owns it.
His fingers find my clit, and he circles it roughly.
I let out a slow moan. It’s too many wonderful sensations at once. His big, hard cock and his rough fingers and his dirty mouth against my ear.
“You like this? Being taken against my counter with only that thin little apron on?” He asks as he thrusts in and out of my body.
His movements are short and jerky, causing his balls to bounce against my sore ass. The sensation feels like a second punishment and has a fresh round of moisture gathering between my thighs.
“Yes,” I manage the word on a gasp as he moves his fingers to pinch my swollen nub. He squeezes it for a long second and the moment he releases me, the second most powerful orgasm of my life rocks through my body.
I scream his name, unable to stop myself.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “You let everybody in a ten-mile radius know who spanks you then fucks you.”
“You do,” I practically sob the words, overcome with emotion.
“Damn straight,” his voice rumbles against my back.
I feel his seed start to fill me, splashing down my legs and between my thighs. He’s coating me in his essence, marking me in another way.
For a long moment, the only sound in the cabin is our harsh breathing. I like the way he’s panting against me. I feel each shudder of his body, the way he’s gripping my hips so possessively.
The smell of something burning hits my nostrils and I realize belatedly that I didn’t set a timer for the cookies. Not that it matters. I doubt anything would have stopped Crew from fucking me. The thought makes me smile. “Cookies are done.”
I start to move under him, but he squeezes my hip. “Stay still, sweetheart.” He pulls out, wrenching a slow groan from me. How is it that I’ve barely known him twenty-four hours, but it already feels like his body should be a permanent part of mine?
He washes his hands and retrieves the burned batch of cookies from the oven.
I drink in the sight of him wandering around the kitchen naked. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to build a life with Crew. Would we always have this much fun together?
When he’s done with the cookies, he turns to me. He pulls me into his arms, carrying me bridal style toward his bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask, fighting a yawn. Apparently, orgasms make me sleepy.
“Taking care of my pixie,” he answers as he sets me on the bathroom counter. He turns on the shower water, letting it warm before he pulls me into it.
Despite my protests, he washes every inch of my body. I watch the delight in his eyes as he touches me, and it fills me with warmth. He wasn’t joking when he called my body a masterpiece earlier. He really does like it.
When we’re both clean, he drops to his knees in the tub. For one second, I hope we’re going to have more sexy times together.
True, I’m more than a little sore at this point and my ass does throb. But it’s a comforting throb, the kind that reminds me of just how much fun I’ve been having.
He reaches for a bottle of lotion and slowly begins massaging it into my cheeks. He frowns as he works and for a moment, I’m worried he regrets what he did.
I call his name softly and wait for him to look up at me. When he does, I tell him, “I like getting spanked by you.”
Relief flickers across his expression, and he finishes rubbing in the lotion. When he’s done, he wraps me in a towel and carries me to the living room. We settle together on the rug in front of the fireplace, stretching out in front of the glorious warmth.
As I drift to sleep, I say a silent prayer that this snowstorm will last forever. Because once the snow melts, I have to leave Crew’s cabin and start looking for my future husband.