by Sorcha Black
“And yet you’ve taken me this far, so where’s the harm in giving me just a little more of what I want?” I reached between us and took his cock in my hands, rubbing my thumb over the tip.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice rumbling.
I blinked up at him innocently. “He was sitting up and begging for attention. It would be rude to ignore him.”
He groaned, apparently liking what I was doing with my hands even though I was just exploring the soft-over-hard feel in my hand. It was heavy enough I wasn’t sure why he bothered carrying a weapon when he could just bludgeon attackers to death with his penis.
“I think he likes you.”
I gave him a slow smile. “Typical sadist cock—pretends to like me, but just likes hurting me.”
He leaned down and waited for me to kiss him, which I did. Kissing was probably so basic to him, but it was still so new to me, and so intimate, that it sort of blew my mind. Blue didn’t kiss like Courtland at all. Blue’s kisses were sensual and there was tongue, and it made me think of his mouth being in other places.
“Does it hurt that bad?” he asked when he broke the kiss.
I pouted and nodded. “I’m still a bit sore.”
“I’m sorry, gorgeous.” He hugged me to him, and I rested my head against his chest, my hands squished between us still wrapped around his cock. “I’ll try to be more careful.”
“You’re just too big. There’s only so much you can do to make it easier. Lord knows you make sure I’m ready.”
“Aren’t you glad I talked you out of anal?”
“When did you talk me out of it?” I asked. “You were about to do it when…we got interrupted.”
He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer to some deity to give him strength.
“You can’t have both, okay? I’ll show you what it’s like to get a bit rough, or I’ll fuck you in the ass. Which one do you want?”
I tucked my face against his chest, absolutely mortified at the bald way he’d stated it.
“Stop pouting. I’m not getting rough with your ass the first time.”
“I’m not pouting! I’m embarrassed that you want me to choose.”
“Am I supposed to guess?”
I brightened. “Could you?”
“No.”
Shyly, I used my finger to trace some of the hexagon tattoo pattern on his chest. “Maybe you could get rough then do…the other one?”
“You want me to fuck your little asshole, but you can’t say it out loud?” His chest shook like he was laughing at me, although no sound was coming out. “If you want it, you’re going to have to ask nicely.”
“I told you already—like two days ago? Three? Have you already forgotten?”
“Maybe I need you to refresh my memory.”
“This is one of the hazards of dating an old man, isn’t it?”
He growled. “I stand by my statement, young lady.”
This time I was pouting, not that he could see my face, because I was hiding it. He smelled like Blue and lake water. I licked his nipple because it was right there in front of me, and I liked the resulting grunt so much I sucked at it, then nibbled.
“Aberdeen Arabella,” he grumbled.
“You have nice nipples—like perfect for your body,” I said, rubbing my thumb over the one I’d been playing with.
“Do I? I think they’re pretty standard guy nipples.”
Perfect. I’d distracted him.
“No anal? Okay,” he said, his tone mocking.
“Okay, okay. You’re so bossy.” I pulled away from him and sighed, rolling my eyes. “Please, will you deflower my…hiney?”
His lips quirked, but he crossed his arms. Not a good sign. “If you want to try big girl things you need to use your big girl words.”
I took a deep breath and tried not to let myself think about what I was saying. “Daddy, will you pleeease fuck my little asshole with your enormous…daddy stick?” I looked up at him, making a cute puppy dog face and running my fingers through his patch of chest hair. My face was burning, but the words were out now, and he was looking a bit Big Bad Wolfish, which made me shiver.
He was chuckling. “Incorrigible. How about we’ll try some kink without the training wheels first. If you take it for Daddy like a good girl, he’ll consider sodomizing you—as a treat.”
God, why did the man saying horrible things turn me on so much? I couldn’t imagine any of the guys I knew talking to me like this. It made me want to lick him all over.
Ugh. I wish he’d just do it now. I wish he’d make it hurt—that he’d use my ass and make me cry. I squirmed where I was standing and bit his other nipple.
“Ow.”
“Sorry. I got too excited.”
He rubbed at his nipple, frowning at me. “Maybe we’ll start with discussing how you’ve been a bratty little tease on this trip.”
“Really? Only on this trip?” I asked. “I mean, what about before we were together?”
“I already spanked you for that.”
I snorted. “Barely. I guess you were only pretending you didn’t like it.”
“You like living dangerously,” he observed.
“I really wanted you to fuck me that day.”
“Which day?”
“In my bathroom.”
“You wanted your first time to be on a bathroom counter?”
Shrugging, I grinned. “Did you go back to your room and masturbate?”
“Aberdeen.”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
He swatted my ass, then grabbed it, using the handful to reel me in closer. “Why do you want to know?”
I rubbed against him, his cock hard and hot against my stomach. “Because I imagined you masturbating while I touched myself in the shower.”
His groan was a thing of beauty. “I barely made it back to my fucking room, but yeah, that’s exactly what I did. Twice.”
“Twice? Thinking about me?” I squirmed. “That’s so hot.”
With his free hand he grabbed the back of my neck, and the feel of it there made me instantly gooey and thoughtless. I whimpered and stroked my fingers over his body, exploring his strong back and the few scars I found there.
He kissed me then let me go, disengaging my arms from around him.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind again?”
“No, but you may wish I had in a few minutes.” He raised his brows and pointed back up the path. “Now get your ass back to the cabin, young lady.”
“There’s no need to be rude,” I said saucily. “I’m not going anywhere until you ask nicely.”
He growled, and adrenaline sang through me.
I blinked at him expectantly, as though I couldn’t believe he’d dare speak to the queen in such a tone.
He swiped at me, and I jumped backward then spun away, breaking into a run through the long grass.
“Get back here, brat.”
“Make me!” I was giggling, but it was hard to know if he thought this was funny or he was honestly annoyed. I dodged from one side to the other as I tried to escape his wrath, but he followed, and his hand tangled in my hair and jerked me to a sudden stop.
I yowled, going up on my toes, and getting hot all over as he marched me up toward the cabin, leaving our clothing behind on the beach.
When we got through the front door, he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and dragged me facedown over his lap.
The spanking didn’t start slow. There was no warning. No counting, the way I’d read about in books. His hand was hard and heavy and was wielded with the calm assurance of a man who was completely comfortable dominating his woman.
I screeched and kicked, my ass a blazing inferno by the time he started lecturing me about being a tease and tempting him until he couldn’t help but give in. He berated me for my pouts and my sassing and my ballet leotard, of all things. By the time his hand slowed to caresses my overheated flesh, mix
ing in some crude grabs and swats, tears were dripping down my nose, and I was tired from the struggle.
He pushed me down between his knees, pried my mouth open, then rudely shoved his cock between my parted lips. I cried on his dick as it shunted in and out of my mouth, his grip on my hair unforgiving. By the time he was done that part of his game, I was drooling all over his cock. He pulled out and pushed me belly down on the floor and he stood, his foot planted between my shoulder blades to keep me there.
His breathing was loud in the cabin, but my whining was even louder. My ass was on fire, and my jaw hurt, but I was so turned on I felt like I’d die.
“You’re right—I am a bad girl. I’m sorry for being a tease, Daddy,” I was babbling. What else was he going to do? Was he really mad at me?
“I don’t think you are sorry. Not yet.”
I tried to look up at him but couldn’t see him from where he had me pinned. All I could see was his one foot on the floor. Carefully, I shifted sideways, ignoring the grit scraping my body. I rested my head on his foot, knowing my tears were probably annoying him, but needing the connection.
“It’s a bit late to grovel now. Besides, I know that you’re going to start up again as soon as you have the chance. You don’t care if I do my actual job or not, as long as I fill your needy little holes.”
I squirmed, so turned on I could feel my pussy dripping despite the burning ache of my ass. His foot left my back, and the other slipped out from under my head and my cheek bumped onto the floor.
“Stay.”
The command was unnecessary. I wasn’t going anywhere with my brain this mushy.
Dust tickled my nose, but he kicked my thighs apart, forcing them so wide I was glad I used to have a particularly sadistic dance tutor.
He crouched down and slapped me between the legs, hitting my pussy with a series of rough smacks. I trembled, on the verge of spontaneous orgasm, angling my hips to take the next swat more fully on my clit.
“Oh god,” I whispered at the floor.
“Such a naughty, horny little slut for me.” He sounded both reproving and pleased, and I lifted my hips to offer myself to him. “Why are you such a good, biddable girl for everyone else, and so naughty for your Daddy?” His fingers parted my labia wide, as though he was examining me. He dabbed at the moisture there, smearing it around as I tried not to die of humiliation.
“You like it when I’m naughty,” I pointed out in a whisper. “I’m a good girl for you by being a bad girl for you.”
He sighed, as though mock disgusted with my answer. “I punish you and your naughty pussy drools all over itself.”
“Please touch my clit, Daddy,” I begged. “Please?”
“How is giving you what you want a punishment?”
“I’ve learned my lesson. There’s a line between bratty and rude, and I need to learn to read a room. No teasing Daddy when he’s trying to work.”
“And no calling me that when we’re under your mother’s roof.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to fuck you now, but not because you deserve it, just because you’ve been going out of your way to give me fucking blue balls, and I’m tired of suffering.”
I whimpered and shifted eagerly on the floor. He knelt between my thighs and lowered himself to cover my prone body, and I bit my lip, wondering how this position was going to feel.
“You don’t get to like this. Whine all you want, but don’t you dare come.”
He used his hand to line his cock up with my pussy and forced his way inside, impaling me in a few sharp thrusts. It hurt, even though I was slick and ready for him. He was too big, too fast, and too deep. I squealed beneath him, fighting, trying to crawl away.
“Bad girl,” he snapped, wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing. It felt threatening even though he wasn’t cutting off my air. His use was hard and grunting. Grit under my knees and ribs dug in, and my nipples felt scraped.
“Daddy, no! Please!” I squirmed under him, intending to get away, but his hand around my throat made me feel fluttery and weak, and my head was in a weird drifty place. I didn’t care that the floor was dirty under my face, puffs of dust clearing with each breath.
“Fuuuck. Your little pussy makes me stupid. I could barely focus on driving knowing you were right there, and I could pull over and use this tight little body anytime I pleased.” He took me with long, jarring strokes, not caring if I was having a good time, just like he’d warned. I arched my back, tilting my hips for him, and he groaned. His sounds of pleasure made me moan and squirm beneath him.
The hand on my throat slid up to my chin, and he hooked two insulting fingers into my mouth.
“That’s right, baby. Suck Daddy’s fingers.”
Oh god.
My body rippled around his cock, and I whined, closing my mouth over his fingers and sucking. His hand still smelled faintly of gasoline, and his fingers were rough on my tongue. His fingers slid around in my mouth, playing with my teeth, my tongue, as he drove his cock into me over and over, crushing me to the floor, the rhythm making my body buzz with endorphins.
My muscles tightened around his shaft, and my brain shut off, sucking and drooling on his fingers, only wanting to please him.
“I’ll be a good girl,” I said around my mouthful. “Please, I’ll be good.”
I wasn’t sure what I was begging for—probably for his approval. He gave a rough, broken groan and his cock jerked hard inside me, hilt deep and hurting. The next few thrusts made a mess, hot cum leaking out of my burning hole, then his movements grew lazier and more self-satisfied.
I sniveled, my clit feeling swollen, pulsing, needing just the lightest touch to send me over the edge, but I’d been a bad girl and didn’t deserve to come.
He pulled out and got to his feet, standing over me as a few last droplets of his cum splattered my back. I already missed his weight on top of me, even though it was now much easier to breathe.
This had to be what it felt like to get run over by a sex truck.
I laid there, stunned, and in a haze of need, pain, and dirt. There was cum on my back, cum trickling out of me, and my clit needed stroking as much as my feelings did.
“Such a pretty little mess,” I heard him murmur.
He was looking at me? I thought he was just…done.
Strong hands plucked me up off the floor like I was a toy he’d dropped, and he carried me to the chair. Another spanking? I wilted, too tired to complain or fight him off. I probably deserved it. I couldn’t think past the fog in my mind.
My nipples felt swollen and hot as he sat, standing me between his spread legs. His cock was still half-hard, but his eyes were softer, thank goodness. He kept his hands on my hips holding me still. In this position, we were a lot closer to the same height than we usually were. I tried to still my trembling legs.
“Look at me.”
Timidly, I met his gaze. My ass was throbbing, and my sex felt battered. Cum was leaking down my thigh.
“I know you wanted me to be rougher, but that’s all the rough you’re getting today.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice small.
“Are you okay, gorgeous?”
“I…I’m all dirty,” I said stupidly, starting to cry again. Why was I crying when I was turned on? My mind was awhirl, and my body was buzzing.
He pulled me onto his lap and cradled me against his chest, shushing me.
“That was too much, too fast, I think.” He used his hand to smear away the tears on my cheeks and brushed the grit from my skin. “Who’s my good girl?”
“Me, Daddy?” I asked, clinging to him.
God—what was wrong with me? I felt like my IQ had dropped along with my panties, wherever those had ended up.
Such a brutal-looking, sexy man.
“Yes, you.” He rubbed my back, his big hand making circles on my back. It helped ease the emotional ache of my freshly spanked backside and the soreness between my legs. I hurt inside too, feel
ing raw and chafed. If I was bleeding a bit, I wouldn’t be surprised. “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this so soon, baby girl. Are you sore?”
I nodded miserably, and he crooned an apology then kissed my forehead.
“Spread your legs and let me see.”
I widened my knees, and he stroked the tender flesh between my thighs, touching the mess he’d made and rubbing it between his fingers.
“It’s a little pink, but not too bad,” he assured me. Or maybe he was assuring himself.
He rubbed a finger over the bump of my clit, and I gasped.
“Did Daddy leave you in a bad way?” He rearranged me on his lap so I was facing away from him, straddling his legs. Close to us, something moved. I jerked, then realized the storage room door was open and there was an old, cracked mirror stuck to the inside of it. What I’d seen was me, naked, settling across Blue’s big lap. I looked fragile compared to him, like a tear-streaked, freckled doll. We were close enough to the mirror for me to see everything in sharp detail—his intense expression and my dazed one, the dirt and dust smearing my skin, my corkscrew curls, and his hot, half-lidded eyes.
His big fingers parted my sex, holding my labia apart and exposing the darker pink hiding between, and the shimmer of opalescent liquid that shone there, betraying how recently I’d been used. My clit was an angry bud, aching exactly the way it looked. His smallest fingers spread my butt cheeks apart too, exposing my back hole and making me cringe. Even my nipples were puffy and irritated.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me,” he whispered in my ear.
“But I want you to do it,” I complained. “Please, Daddy?”
He chuckled. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” Carefully, he brushed the tip of his index finger over my clit, dabbing at it, making me gasp and squirm. He teased me, making me roll my hips and thrust at his fingers, needing more than gentle tickling touches, but the man was in no rush.
My reflection was frowning, bottom lip stuck out and hips squirming like a desperate, naughty girl. I arched my back, which drew his gaze to my hard nipples. Compared to Blue’s bulk, I was all scrawny arms and legs. The fact that he was so much bigger than me was turning me on—like he was a monster and I the damsel in distress.
