by Stone, Piper
“What? Why?”
He twirled the handle of a brush in front of me, peering down in the most demanding way. “You are kidding, right? You know exactly why. Do you want me to count the ways?”
“I... I said I was sorry. I’ll pay for the repairs to your truck. I really will.”
“With what money?” he asked casually as if he knew the answer already.
I exhaled loudly, allowing him to see my exasperation. Maybe that hadn’t been the best choice. The hard crack of wood against my bottom was a clear reminder that I’d fucked up. “Shit!”
“What did I say about your mouth?”
“Okay. Okay.”
“Not okay. I have no idea what the hell we’re going to do with this situation, but you will respect me.”
“I do respect you,” I whispered.
He issued another hard smack.
“Doesn’t appear you do. That’s what bothers me. You have no respect for anything, including yourself. That’s going to change. Period.”
He was all brawn and attitude as he smacked my bottom, moving from one cheek to the other. The pain was explosive, forcing my entire body to jiggle. I couldn’t get out of his grasp, his massive hands somehow able to hold me as if I was nothing.
“Stop. Stop!” I knew pleading wasn’t going to work, but I did it anyway. “I won’t curse. Okay?” Right. I had no idea why I was lying to myself, or to him for that matter. I’d been cursing since the first foster home, simply trying to get attention. I had gotten it.
I was shipped off to another family.
Then another.
He lifted a single eyebrow. “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep, sunshine. Yeah, I like that name. Suits you.”
I gave him a harsh look, clamping my mouth shut as he continued the spanking. The utter embarrassment created a wave of butterflies in my stomach.
Breaking in.
Stealing.
Showering.
Spanking.
Allowing him to... eat me.
I slapped my hands over my face, as if I could actually hide from the man who was in full control. I wiggled and cursed silently, struggling with the raw emotions pouring through me. Not a single pretend parent had attempted to discipline me in any manner, other than locking me in my room. That is, if I even had a room. Often I shared little bits and pieces of lives, including a mattress on the floor.
Was that why this seemed oddly cathartic? As if I belonged here? The thought was insane, a byproduct of exhaustion and nothing more.
“You do realize that you’re going to follow rules while you’re here?” Hawk asked quietly.
“Does that mean you’re not going to toss me out to the wolves?”
Exhaling, the sound mixing with a slight growl, he rolled his eyes. “I will if you try anything like that again. You got it? And you’re going to learn respect if it freaking kills me.”
“Yes. I got it, bubba.” The single word no doubt added to my sentence, the spanking continuing in earnest. I lost count. I lost my mind. I lost everything I owned. And he was right. I’d lost my self-respect. All in a matter of days.
Yep. I was batting at zero.
“Do you know what’s coming now?” he asked, the same ferocious growl feathered all throughout the tone.
“What?” I managed, wincing from the heat still increasing on my bottom, the stinging sensations that had managed to carve a path into every nerve ending.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, and remember, sweetheart, every hole belongs to me.”
Chapter Four
Hawk
Idiot.
Yeah, the word continued to play in my mind right along with another. Convict. There was no other answer for the jumpsuit, her prison number stenciled right on the back. This was the last damn thing I needed to be involved in. And she was a haughty bitch.
Arrogant.
Feisty.
Opinionated.
However, I was the idiot. Why?
Because I wanted every inch of her no matter the consequences. She was like rocket fuel sizzling my every last nerve, sending me over the very precipice of sanity. Whether or not this was right or wrong, aiding and harboring a fugitive, my mind obviously didn’t give a shit. Or maybe my cock was doing all the thinking. Still, there were red flags raised, enough to allow my guard to fall. There was something off, secrets that wrapped around her like chains pulling her to the depths of the ocean. I was determined to find out the truth.
After I fucked her.
Over and over again.
I dropped the brush, studying the redness on her bottom. She needed the hard spanking, perhaps more so than I even realized. I could tell her mind was reeling, trying to piece together why I was bothering to punish her. What in the hell had this girl been through? I struggled with the anger and hatred from my own past bubbling to the surface. The last thing I wanted to do was have her presence drag that out from the ugly black box where I’d placed my memories and thoughts, even my heart.
But this girl...
Jesus.
I couldn’t stop myself.
I’d always been a dominating man, had always known that I preferred a submissive woman, but one with a wild streak. I had exactly what I wanted with this one.
And more.
And it scared the piss out of me.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, and remember, sweetheart, every hole belongs to me.” Saying the words was oddly cathartic, as if demanding everything from her was my God-given right. Savoring the taste of her sweet pussy was just the beginning. She knew it. I knew it.
And there’d been no objection on her part.
I wasn’t honestly certain what I would have done if there had been. My connection with her was off the rails, the kind of shooting electricity that could stunt a young man’s growth. Thank God, I was past that stage. I was demanding and ruthless in my desires, something that had kept me alone during every phase of my life. Few women could tolerate my domination.
This woman?
She could certainly hold her own.
I wasn’t going to keep her. There was no way I could, but we could both enjoy a few hours of pure sin. Then I’d send her packing and resume my life exactly the way I liked it.
As I crawled onto the bed, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was magnificent in every manner, with creamy, unblemished skin, unadorned by colorful tattoos. Soft hair scented with my cheap-as-shit shampoo only, but the fragrance was intoxicating, keeping my cock at full attention. Long legs and rounded hips, nipples that had remained hard as little pink diamonds throughout my delicious feast.
Damn. I was hooked on this girl, this wayward stranger who’d entered my life and attempted to steal my truck. Whatever this was certainly wasn’t a relationship made in heaven, but everything about her intrigued my curiosity.
Placing my hands on either side of her, I hovered several inches away, drinking in her essence as she purred and pursed her lips.
“Trying to seduce me, sweetheart?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” she countered, a mischievous lilt in her voice.
I blew across her face, allowing her to feel the heat exploding within every cell of my body then dropped my head, licking around her nipple. She shuddered at my touch, her eyelids only half open. I hesitated, enjoying the way her face pinched, her lips twisting, but I wasn’t a patient man, my needs increasing every second.
As I stepped back onto the floor, I yanked her across the bed until her beautiful reddened bottom was half off the edge.
A single moan of surprise left her mouth, her eyes now wide open as she reached for me.
I lifted her legs into the air as I hunkered down, shaking my head. “This isn’t going to be gentle, sweetheart, but I don’t think that’s what you want. Do you?”
“Nope.”
A wave of brutal need rushed into me as I bent my knees, thrusting every inch of my swollen and throbbing cock deep
inside. The way her sweet folds parted, allowing the thick invasion to enter drove me to a barbaric state. The minute her pussy muscles clamped around my shaft, I issued a series of strangled moans. She was so wet, sizzling to the point I was shaking all over. “Fuck!”
Her ragged breathing matched my own as I powered into her, using every bit of my thigh muscles to take exactly what I wanted. The force threw the bed against the wall, slamming every. Single. Time. I wanted it hard and brutal. I wanted her to feel every inch of me going deeper than any man ever had.
Kelly locked her legs around me, pushing up from the bed as she whimpered and tossed her head back and forth. The expression on her face was one of raw ecstasy, the shimmer covering every inch of her skin exquisite in a delicious manner.
There was nothing more I wanted than to erupt deep inside, but I promised her that I owned every hole and for now, that was the truth. I yanked her ass all the way off the bed until her legs surrounded my hips, slowing my actions down and savoring the moment.
She reached for me when only the tip was inside, mewling like a prized kitten, her eyes glassy. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
I pumped in several times then stopped, continuing the tease. “You want my cock in your pussy or that tight little ass of yours?”
“I...” A warm blush shifted up from her neck, covering her cheeks, but her eyes held the fire and fury of the woman who’d attempted to slap me.
I slammed in again and again, driving so hard that I had difficulty breathing, beads of sweat sliding down my forehead. Then I stopped, pitching my body over hers, remaining aloft and still buried deep inside.
“Oh, God. I...” She intertwined her fingers in my hair, tugging as she attempted to lift her head, trying desperately to brush her lips against mine.
“Not so fast, little girl. I say when and how.” I licked across the seam of her mouth before biting down on her lower lip. Then I gathered her into my arms, dragging her all the way off the bed.
“Hawk.” She clamored to hold on, clamping her legs around my waist as I held her in the air, one hand under her bottom.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
I yanked her down, jutting my hips and rolling onto the balls of my feet. I couldn’t get enough of her.
She clung to me as I thrust in harder and faster, scattered pants slipping past her lips, her head lolling forward.
Every muscle ached, so tense, the adrenaline kicking my heart rate into overdrive. I had difficulty breathing, almost suffocated from the intense need building. The fire was more than just consuming every muscle and cell, but also my will, bolstering the savage man who’d been buried deep inside.
“Hawk. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her sounds were muted yet wild, every part of her shaking.
I became a crazed animal, dropping and spinning her, forcing her hard against the edge of the dresser. I fisted her hair, yanking until she looked at me with wild eyes. We were both taking gulping breaths, her chest laboring to grasp enough air.
“We ain’t done yet, sunshine.” I growled the words, barely able to recognize them. I slid one hand down her back, gripping and squeezing her bottom. I couldn’t resist giving her several hard smacks, one coming after the other.
“Oh... Fuck.” She slapped her hands on the wooden surface, shifting her legs apart and rising onto her toes.
I twisted one hand around her hair, studying our combined reflections. We were both like animals, unable to resist the carnal attraction.
A smile crossing her face, she undulated her body, shifting her hips back and forth.
My balls were so swollen, screaming in pain, but I resisted for a little while longer, sliding two fingers down the crack of her ass. “Imagine my thick cock driving hard into that tight asshole.”
“Uh-huh.” She shifted, pushing hard against me, the force shoving my fingers between her ass cheeks. The little vixen was trying to take control again.
I jerked her back, pushing her further over the dresser and impaling her pussy. “Yes. Yes...”
She held the expression of pure euphoria, her voluptuous mouth now forming a perfect ‘O’ as her shoulders heaved. I adored the way her beautiful breasts jiggled as I pounded into her and the sound of skin slapping against skin was simply sensational. Beautiful music.
I was raw and hungry, more primal in my actions than I’d been in years, ferociously taking her. I was insatiable, the fire quickly combusting even as I did everything to hold back the climax.
Then she clamped her pussy muscles around my shaft like a tight vise, jutting back her hips to meet every hard thrust. I wasn’t going to last much longer. After taking several deep breaths, I slid the tip of my cock into the cleft of her ass. “Every hole, sunshine.”
Kelly thrust one hand against the dresser mirror, arching her back and closing her eyes. “Yes. Yes!”
When I was seated just inside, I gripped both hips and threw back my head as I drove inch after inch. The heat and the tightness were so powerful, invigorating as the blood coursed through my veins. “Fuck...”
“Oh, God. So big. You’re so...” Laughing softly as I began to plunge in and out, she leaned further forward, pressing her face against the glass.
I kept the rhythm even and leaned over, clasping our fingers together as I fucked her, enjoying the way she tilted her head back to rest on my shoulder. We moved as one, breathless sounds and ragged moans mixing together.
Her muscles flexed and tightened over and over again, stealing every last breath. Finally, there was no way to hold back, no concept of stopping the climax. I thrust in a savage manner, closing my eyes as I drilled into her until my balls shot out the full load.
Her grip became unyielding, her muscles clamping harder as I erupted inside her tight ass, filling her with my seed.
“Mmmm...” Kelly whispered, nuzzling against me.
Her soft murmurs brought me back, forcing me to open my eyes. I knew one thing for certain, the one thing I hoped I wouldn’t regret.
This wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
* * *
Another shirt. Another pair of shorts. And both mine. She looked damn hot, especially with her bare feet and disheveled hair. I’d made a fire, the warmth of the day turning into a near frigid night, the temperatures already falling into the thirties. She sat with her legs crossed on the couch, staring at the flames as if they held some kind of answers.
Or magic.
I hated to be the one to tell her that neither was going to happen. I grabbed the reserve bottle of whiskey from way underneath the counter, yanking two glasses from the strainer. At least she’d done a damn good job of cleaning the kitchen, a hell of a lot better than I ever did. I could tell her mind was still going through various processes, trying to figure out how to tell me all the wretched news she’d been carrying around with her like some boat anchor.
“My name really is Kelly Aspen,” Kelly called from the living room.
“I believe you.” And I did.
“I work at a little place called the Cargo Grill and Bar. Really is a nice place with a lot of great customers. I make pretty good money. I have this tiny cabin on Pembroke Road, just a stone’s throw away from the mountains. I’ve spent many nights with a bottle of wine and a book, just sitting on my one outdoor chair, watching nature and pretending to live again. Now, that’s all gone. Every bit of it.” She gave an exasperated sigh.
I bristled just hearing her despair and tried to be patient. This was her story to tell.
Adding ice, I carried the glasses and the full bottle into the living room, pouring then allowing her to see where I’d placed the whiskey. The flames seemed to be dancing in her eyes, illuminating the pain furrowing in her heart. “Here, you look like you could use this.”
The same sexy quiver of her lower lip occurred when she tilted her head to barely glance into my eyes. Embarrassment was easy to see.
“Than
ks.” Her hand was shaking as she reached out, sucking in her breath when our fingertips touched. “Why are you being nice to me?”
“Why?” I took a gulp before moving toward the leather chair, sitting on the edge. Buck usually settled in by my feet. Instead, he jumped up on the couch, placing his head on Kelly’s legs. I half expected her to shoo him off.
A slight smile crossed her face and while she was hesitant at first to pet him, when she placed her hand on his head, he gave a happy sigh. “He’s beautiful.” Her whisper was barely audible.
“He’s my baby and he likes you. Buck doesn’t like anyone, not even me sometimes.”
“Well, you can be a bit surly.” She offered another smile before turning her gaze back toward the fire. “I’m not a criminal but still, I don’t understand why you haven’t tossed me out after the antics I pulled.”
I couldn’t allow myself to get comfortable, not without knowing the truth, but there were so many red flags, reasons to protect her. My instinct was working overtime. She’d been railroaded into something. “That’s a good question.” When clouds formed in her eyes, I felt like one big shit. “Look, whatever you’ve gone through I can tell is eating you alive. I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m also not going to harbor a fugitive, if that’s what you really are.” I waited, allowing the words to sink in.
“Maybe that’s all I am. I have nothing left to my name. I’m certain they cleaned out my place, took my last four hundred dollars and that’s it.”
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re a criminal, but everything you’re telling me says you’re in some kind of a jam.”
“A jam. More like a nightmare. And you don’t know me, Hawk.”
Sighing, I held my temper. “As you’ve said. There’s a reason you don’t want to tell me, isn’t there? I realize you can’t seem to trust anyone, but you know what? Neither can I. I’ve had my share of shit driven into my psyche over the years.”
“Is that why you’re living alone? Hiding out?” Her eyes flashed.
I was shaking with anger as well as another round of desire. The woman could get under my skin in a heartbeat. “That’s exactly why. What’s your excuse?”
