Effortlessly, they found exactly the same rhythm, rocking back and forth as one, until Rudi lost all sense of herself as a separate being: she was part of him, he was what made her whole. All conscious thought disappeared as she succumbed utterly to erotic sensation, allowing it to buffet her willy-nilly on surges of ecstasy ever increasing in intensity until, at last, a giant wave crashed them in unison on the rocks of their climaxes, she moaning from a far-off place, and he crying out in potent triumph.
“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” he whispered in concern, moments later when they were both calm and he saw the tears running down Rudi’s cheeks.
“Nothing,” she reassured him, pressing herself against him. “I’m just so happy.”
“Oh, my love,” he cried in relief, gently kissing her tears of joy.
Pulling away a little and kneeling over him, she placed her hands on his chest and asked, “Please, can I now?” She blushed, embarrassed that she hadn’t quite known how to put her request into words, but he understood.
“Yes, my beautiful girl. Please.”
She had been longing to be able to touch him, kiss him, caress him, explore his body, and now she had permission to do it to her heart’s content. She wanted to know every inch of him from the tip of his toes, up along his long, strong legs, over his hard belly and up his chest, she kissed, licked, sucked, fondled, stroked, and then she turned him over to explore his long, straight back, smiling to herself as she gazed at the splendour of his firm, muscular buttocks.
Turning him back over, she lay along him, kissing his mouth, sucking his ears, biting his neck, whispering to him how much she adored him.
When she felt him stirring again, she slid back down and off him, turning her attention to his once again burgeoning manhood. She cupped her hand between his thighs, tenderly holding him in her palm, while her lips and tongue ran up and down his growing erection.
As he groaned with pleasure, she marvelled at her power to bring him back to life. He reached over to the table and fetched another condom. She took it from him and slipped it on.
“Bless you,” he whispered gratefully.
Feeling him trembling with desire, she lay along him again and slid down so he could impale her as he wrapped his arms around her. She breathed in ecstasy feeling him under, around and in her before she pushed herself up into a sitting position so she could look into his eyes and he could fondle her breasts and then cup her hips and pull her onto him as she rose and fell along his shaft.
* * *
Opening her eyes hours later, she found him gazing down at her.
“You look so adorable when you’re sleeping,” he said. “I knew when I looked at you asleep in the hospital, I had to bring you home. And when you fell asleep in the car on the drive back from the hospital, you looked so tiny, so vulnerable, so precious with your ragged hair and tattoos, like a little wild animal, so scared and fierce and hurt.”
She smiled tremulously at him, not quite able to believe her wildest dream was coming true. They had made so much love last night, she’d been afraid he would have sated himself and lost interest, and yet here he was looking at her so tenderly, she felt her heart might break.
“Is it late?” she whispered.
“It is,” he chuckled. “But today we are not going to worry about that. It’s Saturday so the world won’t end if we have a lazy morning. We can catch up later.”
“I want to make you breakfast. Can I? Please? You’ve brought me breakfast in bed heaps and I’ve never got to do it for you. You can wait here, and I’ll bring it to you.”
He smiled indulgently at her earnestness.
“Of course! That’s much too good an offer to refuse.”
“Okay.” She was bubbling over with joy and excitement at this new world she now inhabited, a world in which she shared Denver Bane’s bed and made him breakfast. She didn’t know how long it would last, but she wasn’t going to think about that for now.
She padded naked to the kitchen. Her body was tired and tender from the night’s lovemaking, but she was more sated and happier than ever before in her life. As she put the kettle on for coffee, chopped up some fruit and made some toast, she relived every detail she could remember. He smelled softly earthy, like a forest floor lit by filtered sunlight; he tasted clean and salty, like the spray over the prow of a boat; his honey voice deepened in passion and, in ecstasy, his cry was that of a man shedding the burden of grief.
Putting the prepared food on a tray, she took the dirty dishes to the sink, idly looking out the window and down the drive as she began stacking them in the dishwasher. A black car prowled past, pulling up just past their driveway.
She shivered as beads of icy sweat broke out over her body, and her scalp and nape tingled as a shaft of fear set the tiny hairs bolt upright. She couldn’t ignore the car any longer, couldn’t pretend it was just a passerby who was lost. It was much more sinister than that: she knew with absolute certainty she’d been found!
What should she do? She really had no choice; she’d have to run again. She couldn’t tell Denver. Even if it didn’t make him despise her, it could put him in very real danger, and she mustn’t do that.
As she finished making the coffee and put the cups on the tray, she formulated her plan. They would go into Emerald tomorrow morning as they always did, and when they’d finished their other shopping and went to the outdoor farmers’ markets, she would lose him in the crowd and hitch a lift west.
The car had been skulking around their street for a couple of days at least and hadn’t made a move, so she thought whoever was watching her was waiting for her to be alone. If that was the case, Denver wouldn’t be in any danger for one more night, and she could make the most of the short amount of time she had left with him.
A sharp pain jagged through her heart and up her throat, blocking her breathing, but she forced it back; she’d have time enough to grieve for her lost love when she was gone, and he was safe. She didn’t want him to grieve, too, though, or try and find her so she’d steal something before she left so he’d believe she’d planned to do that all along.
And if she only had one more day left with Denver, she wasn’t going to waste a minute. She was going to love him like it was for the very last time because it would be.
When she got back to his bedroom, he was sitting on the bed in his robe with her robe, which he’d fetched from her room, beside him.
“Would you mind, lovely girl, if we sit out on the veranda? It’s so beautiful out there. I used to love having breakfast there, but I haven’t done so for a long, long time. We can come back to bed after,” he added with a sexy grin, lecherously running his eyes up and down her naked body in a way that made her knees weak.
“I’d love to sit outside,” she smiled at him.
He took the tray from her so she could slip into her robe, and then she led him to the door, opening it for him to go through. She closed it behind them and walked to the railing to lean over and take in the beauty of the hazy panorama.
It was still cool, but already the harsh southern sun was beginning to burn off the mist hanging over the valley below them. It was going to be another fine spring day, with a clear blue sky.
The moisture in the early morning had dampened the leaves and a subtle smell of eucalyptus permeated the air, which was now alive with a cacophony of birdsong.
Rudi turned her head to look over her shoulder at Denver, who’d put the tray on the table and then come up behind her, putting his arms either side of her on the railing.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said with simple honesty.
“Is it?” He turned her all the way around and slipped his arms around her, holding her loosely so he could look into her eyes. “Do you really like it here, sweetness?”
“Yes. It’s perfect.” Rudi’s brow furrowed slightly as she looked at him quizzically.
“Would you consider staying?”
Rudi’s heart stopped. This was what she’d been so hoping and long
ing for. But she couldn’t. Her past had caught up with her. How could life be so unutterably cruel? She wanted to cry, but there’d be time enough for that after tomorrow and for now she had to hide the truth from Denver. She could at least leave remembering only this look of tenderness in his eyes, not disdain and contempt. That, she wouldn’t be able to bear.
“No? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Denver’s mouth set in a tight line and his cheeks hardened as he clenched his teeth. “Come. Forget I asked. Let’s eat before the coffee goes cold.”
He looked so stricken, Rudi’s heart broke. She threw her arms around his waist as he turned away and buried her face against him.
“I never want to leave, Denver. Never. I love you.” She hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t known those words were going to come out, but it was the truth.
“Really?” he barked, almost angrily. Then with a muffled sob, he pulled her roughly to him, bending down to crush her lips so intensely she couldn’t keep up but had to just surrender weakly against him.
“Oh, my love,” he breathed against her hair when finally he released her mouth. She thought she heard him whisper, “Thank God,” as she felt the tension leaving him, and then he kissed her lightly again.
“Come on, then,” he cried cheerfully with a spring in his step she’d not seen before. “You are going to eat your breakfast sitting on my lap.”
So saying, he pulled out a chair, plonked himself down and pulled her down onto him, slipping one hand inside her robe to gently hold her breast.
“You will have to feed me,” he grinned at her. “My hands are full.”
She laughed, picked up a piece of toast and held it for him to take a bite.
Chapter 10
After finishing breakfast, Denver picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom, dropped her robe and shrugged his off.
“How’s your bottom this morning, naughty girl?” he asked, turning her around to inspect it for himself. “Any tenderness? I can’t see any damage.” He massaged it, and Rudi felt nothing but a thrill.
“No.” She blushed. “It’s fine.”
“Good,” he growled. “That means I can spank it again.”
“What?” Rudi started in surprise. “Why? What have I done?”
He grinned. Damn! He was gorgeous, she thought. But…
“What you have done is have the most spankable bottom ever in the history of women. It would be a sin not to spank it, and besides, I like making love to beautiful women with hot, red, recently spanked bottoms. Well, one such woman, anyway. Any objections? I can always spank you properly with the paddle for disobedience, if you’d prefer.”
Ah, no, she definitely wouldn’t prefer, although all this talk of his spanking her was having a strange effect on her nether regions. It was turning her on! She blushed shyly. Who would have thought? But then who would have thought the apparently straight, fastidious, pernickety Denver Bane would be a little kinky in the bedroom? She liked it, despite not quite knowing why. It was fun.
She giggled. “You’ll have to catch me first.” And she darted to the other side of the bed. He chased her, but she sprang gazelle-like onto the bed and ran across jumping off the other side.
“Come here and take your medicine,” he demanded, diving to catch her but missing. “Just wait until I get hold of you, missy!”
Rudi laughed and dodged away, running to jump over the bed again, but this time he was waiting on the other side and grabbed hold of her. She was breathless with laughter, and although he was pretending to look stern, his rampant erection suggested he was enjoying himself as much as she.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her across his knee, holding her in place while he scolded her, and she wriggled indignantly.
“Naughty, naughty girl. Running away from your spanking like that,” he chastised her. “Now instead of just a good bottom-warming with my hand, you have earned yourself a slippering as well.”
“Ooh,” Rudi wailed as he began the bottom warming, spanking first one cheek and then the other. It wasn’t a real punishment spanking, so Denver interspersed the stinging slaps with pauses for massaging and to allow Rudi to settle, but it was definitely his intention to set her bottom on fire.
“Naughty bottoms should be kept well-spanked,” he lectured her as his hand rose and fell and she squirmed as the sting and heat spread across her cheeks and filled her whole lower body. She wanted to think, but each time she tried to create a thought a powerful thwack! on her tender behind shattered it into pieces and she could think of nothing but the sensation of being held firmly in place across Denver’s lap, her bottom stuck high in the air, and his hand spanking it relentlessly.
“Ow, ow,” her cries of pain became ever more heart-felt. “Ow, oh, that hurts! Denver! Oh. You’re spanking me!”
“Indeed I am, missy, and you’d better get used to it,” he told her, pausing for a brief rub before beginning again, alternating his words and spanks. “With punishment spankings and pre-sex spankings and just-because-I-want-to spankings, I predict I am going to be spanking you very frequently. Do you have anything to say about that?”
What he didn’t know, though, was that she wouldn’t be around after tomorrow to have all those spankings, so there was no point arguing now.
“No, sir,” she just replied meekly, her legs kicking out behind as another stinging smack landed on her cheek.
“Good,” he said gruffly, stopping and rubbing her now cherry bottom. “Stand up, please.”
Scrambling up, she rubbed her bottom and tried to peek over her shoulder to see the damage.
“Go to the wardrobe and fetch the slipper from the bag,” he ordered her.
“No, please, Denver,” she began, but he just turned her around and spanked her bottom again.
“Ow, ow,” she squealed.
“Do as you’re told! Fetch the slipper, give it to me, then bend over the table. Any more disobedience and you can fetch the cane as well.”
“No, no, not the cane,” she cried hurrying to fetch the slipper.
After handing it to him, she bent across the table and readied herself. Okay, this was going to hurt and not be pleasant but after that, Denver was going to make love to her again. She closed her eyes and focused on the memory of his lips on hers, his hands roaming across her body, his mouth on her breasts, his face between her thighs so expertly pleasuring her, and then his plunging into her and riding her like a mighty, powerful stallion.
“Urrgh.” Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by an unpleasant sting as Denver administered the first sharp slap of the slipper. Oh my, that stung!
“Next time,” he scolded her with another stinging thwack, “I summon you for a spanking,” thwack “I expect you,” thwack “to obey immediately.” Thwack thwack! “Is that clear?”
“Ow, ow, ow,” Rudi was crying aloud with each nasty crack. “Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I will. I promise.”
“Huh!” He sounded unconvinced. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. “I think you’d promise anything right now, wouldn’t you?” Thwack, thwack, thwack.
“Yes, sir, ow, ow, please, please. That really hurts,” Rudi’s voice was close to breaking and she was close to tears.
She wriggled but a quick hand on her back holding her down, stopped her from jumping up.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned her threateningly. “You are to stay in place until I tell you you can get up, is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered miserably. She could just get up if she really wanted, she knew that. Denver wasn’t forcing her to do this. As much as she couldn’t explain to herself why she was doing it, she also couldn’t deny she was as complicit as he.
“Now keep still and remember this is what happens to naughty and disobedient girls!”
She braced herself as he brought the slipper down again and again. Each blow eliciting a grunt, or a cry of anguish when the slipper occasionally found a particularly sensitive spot on the back of her thighs.
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Just when she thought she could stand no more, he stopped.
“Hold the slipper but stay where you are and keep your face turned to me,” he ordered, holding it in front of her face.
She took it, looking at him in puzzlement. What was coming next? Not the cane, she hoped, as he walked away, but he went to the bedside table, picked up a condom, brought it back and slipped it on.
“Now relax completely and keep still,” he said, turning his attention back to her, watching her as his hand moved between her legs as he slowly and gently inserted one finger into her eager hot wetness.
“Ah,” she moaned, screwing up her face and wriggling her hips. She couldn’t believe how erotic that one gentle finger felt, while at the same time being maddeningly frustrating. It made her want to scream for more but opening her eyes she saw him looking sternly at her.
“I said keep still,” he warned menacingly as he slowly withdrew his finger, and then watched her closely as he slid it back in, his eyes narrowing to slits as he explored her internal heat. “Relax, and don’t move. At all.”
Her body started trembling with the effort of keeping still while a tidal wave of sexual desire for him rose in her. He was watching her closely as he slowly slid his finger out again and then back in, holding his fully engorged manhood with his other hand while he played with her. Turning his face slightly, he watched his finger as it moved slowly in and out.
“I’m going to pleasure myself with you, now,” he said thickly, “but you are to remain perfectly still unless I tell you to move, and you are not to allow yourself to orgasm. Is that understood?”
“What?” Rudi’s face crinkled in disbelief. In her experience, men wanted her to orgasm, expected her to, insisted she did – even if it was faked.
“It will be good for you to practice self-control; I suspect you’ve done little enough of it in the past. You will not orgasm without my permission, unless you want a severe punishment that will leave you with a sore backside for days. Is that what you want?”
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