by Rose, Renee
“Chill, Pink,” I snarl. I know what she thinks. That I have my cock out because I want to fuck her with it.
And yeah, I do.
But I’m not going to. I wouldn’t push a girl too far. And I’m pissed at her for thinking I’m that much of a dick, even though I know I’ve given her no reason to believe differently.
“You think I don't know what you're ready for?”
She watches me, eyes still wide.
“I’m fucking my hand, that’s all. Pull your dress up higher,” I order her. “Show me your tits.”
She relaxes, a seductive smile spreading over her face and pulls her mini dress up over her breasts, showing me her sweet little pink bra.
“Take them out.” My voice is rough and raw. My cock strains and lurches, desperate for completion.
She shoves the bra cups down and shows me her perfect tits. Dusky-rose nipples top the pretty twin globes.
“Squeeze them.” I can barely speak. My eyes are already rolling back in my head with pleasure.
When she obeys, I hurtle over the edge and spurt, christening her belly and tits with my cum.
And then I’m transformed. As soon as the vise of need opens, I freefall into gratitude. Into humility. Even affection. I shove my cock away and rip my shirt off my back with one hand. I use it to mop her clean. Then I put her back together—tucking her tits back in the cups and kissing the top of each one. I trail my lips down her breastbone. Over her belly. I straighten her panties and kiss her mound.
“You okay, baby?”
Her expression goes soft. There’s wonder in it, like she had no idea an orgasm could make her feel so good. Or maybe she had no idea what it does to a guy. How much I want to reward her right now for rocking my world.
She nods.
“You sure?” I stroke the outside of her thigh, all the way to her panties. Her skin is so soft and smooth. Touching her is a goddamn privilege. I lower my head again and kiss the inside of her thigh, down by her knee. I kiss a little higher. “You were so fucking beautiful when you came.”
It’s funny how easy it is to be honest with her in my post-orgasmic euphoria. To drop my armor and let her know the truth—how much I really like her, despite the way this all started.
“Bailey.” She hasn’t answered me. I think she’s probably just incapable still, but I want to be sure. “Talk to me, Pink.”
She struggles to push up on her elbows again. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.” She looks dazed and disheveled. Beautiful.
I help her sit up, then pull her onto my lap. This is one of those moments when I fucking love driving a classic truck. It’s totally sex-worthy. Big, long seat. High cab. Perfect. I joked about it’s dual purpose with the guys when I started restoring it.
She sits stiffly on my lap, like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. “Come here.” I pull her back against my torso until she relaxes and rests her head on mine.
We sit in silence for a moment and reality sets in.
I’m acting like I own Bailey Sanchez, like I marked her with more than my cum. Like I gave her a claiming bite and declared my intentions forever.
But none of that is even remotely true. She’s a human. A relationship with her is forbidden. And she’s not just any human, but the daughter of my dad’s nemesis. He would see this as total betrayal.
“What time is it?” Bailey asks, like her mind has been whirring, too.
I pull my phone out and look at it. “Twelve-thirty. Are you going to be in trouble?”
“Kinda. I don’t know. I should get back.”
“‘Kay.” I open my door. I would make her drive more to make sure she’s comfortable, but I doubt her ability to be clear-minded and focused at the moment.
Another time.
And there it is: I’m definitely seeing Bailey again.
I have to.
I slide out from under Bailey and leave her in the passenger seat before I shut the door gently and walk around. We drive back in silence. I stop the car at the end of our street and hesitate. I can’t pull up with her in the cab again.
“I’ll get out here,” she volunteers, probably reading my mind.
“Fuck that.” I throw the truck into park and hop out. “I’ll walk you to your house.” I walk around to her side.
She tumbles out and I take her hand. She doesn’t move, just stares up at me like she can’t believe it. I guess it does seem like I just had a personality transplant.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be a dick again tomorrow.”
The laugh that spills from her lips rings with relief.
“Come here.” I cup her face and kiss her lips. It’s not the bruising, violent kisses of before, but something different. An apology, maybe. For the dick I’ve been.
The dick I’ll be again.
I kiss her again, then start walking. “Come on. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
I walk along, trying to ignore how comfortable it feels to be her escort. The guy who protects her when she’s walking down the street at night. The guy who holds her hand.
I stop just before we get to her house. “This isn’t over,” I tell her, like it’s a warning.
And it is.
Her gaze is wary.
“You have sins to atone for. And I’m the guy who’s going to make you pay.” I point at my chest.
Her lips curl up at the edges like I excited her.
Good.
I excited myself, too.
I can’t wait to spank that ass again.
I let her go without any more kisses. “Be good, babygirl,” I say, walking backward toward my truck.
She just stands there, smiling.
First time I’ve seen her smile like that. So happy and relaxed. Free.
I did that.
Satisfaction rolls through me.
There’s not much good in me. Not much I’m good at.
But making Bailey smile just popped to the top of my short term goals.
Chapter 9
Bailey
The next day, I sit behind the wheel of my mom’s Corolla, trying to get up the nerve to turn the key.
It’s weird how much I want to do it. Like I’m doing it for him. To please him.
And it also makes my chest warm and gooey thinking about how much he did for me last night. Not the eating me part, although that was mind-blowing. But making me drive. Claiming the job of my punisher.
I’m not sure what I think of that.
You know I need to be the guy who punishes you. And you need me to do it.
It’s not hard to see why he might enjoy hurting me. I represent the shit-hole his life is in right now. And he’s right, I accept it. Because I want to be punished.
And the fact that it ended with us both satisfied means it’s not wrong… right?
I take a gulping breath and turn the key. The car starts and I put it into gear. Back out of the garage.
My mom comes out the front door, her jaw dropped in surprise.
I take my hand off the wheel for a brief wave and drive down the street, all the while taking deep inhalations to settle my churning stomach. I drive through town. Past the stadium. Up to the dirt road where the hidden playground is. I park and get out, ducking through the tunnel of branches to emerge at the secret park. It’s even more magnificent in the glow of morning sun. The striations on the canyon walls serve as nature’s giant artwork for a giant open-air living room.
It’s beautiful today. This is the time of year people are happy to live in Arizona. Not the suffocating heat of August, when we moved here. We’d be expecting the first snow back in Colorado, but October in Arizona is still warm. I’m celebrating by wearing a pair of short-shorts and a halter top.
I tense when I hear another car pull up.
Maybe it’s not as secret as I thought.
But it’s Cole who comes strolling through the archway, the lopsided know-it-all grin on his face, his keys flipping around his fingers.
He doesn’t say a
word, just comes for me and doesn’t stop. His body bumps right against mine and he walks me backward, into the roofless building, where he picks me up by the waist and sits me on the smooth wooden table. My purse tumbles to the ground.
“Someone deserves another reward,” he purrs.
Oh God.
My pussy clenches. Tummy flips again.
Of course I’ve been thinking about last night’s reward non-stop, but it’s quite another thing to repeat it in the light of the day. In an outdoor location where anyone could come up.
Well, maybe not anyone, since it’s our secret park. But still. My face grows warm thinking about it.
Cole pries my knees apart and lightly strokes over the seam of my shorts, sending massive flutters through my belly. “Do you want my mouth here again?”
“Um…” My heart pounds. I’m both excited and terrified to do this again in the light of day. “I’m not sure.”
Cole cocks his head and raises a brow. “Really?” His voice drips with disbelief. “Well, you know what I’m sure of?”
I shake my head.
“I’m sure I want to spank this ass again.” Somehow he deftly flips me over so I’m face down on the table, legs dangling off.
He unbuttons my shorts in the front and gives a swift tug so they fall to the ground. “And I’m definitely sure I want to see my handprints today.”
My ass clenches. More flutters explode.
He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slowly drags them down. I get the feeling he’s taking his time in case I protest, which gives me more confidence.
I believe I can trust Cole, despite everything.
Cool air hits my butt as my panties tangle around my thighs.
He smacks my ass.
“Ow!” It hurts more on my bare butt. My skin prickles and smarts as Cole makes a satisfied growl in his throat. He lightly strokes his palm over the place he just smacked, like he’s admiring the curve of my ass.
He smacks the other side. I choke on my breath. “Beautiful,” he mutters. He presses one palm into my lower back and delivers five slaps in quick succession.
“Ouch! Cole, stop!”
He does. Or I guess he already had before I said it. He strokes his palm over my ass again and leans his torso over mine to speak in my ear. “Do you want me to stop because it hurts, Pink, or because it turns you on?”
My breath shudders in. I swallow. “Because it’s humiliating,” I admit. That’s really what makes me squirmy and fearful. Not that he’d actually hurt me. Not that he’d take things too far—he’s proven he won’t. But that I’m surrendering to him, and I’m not sure he’s worthy of my vulnerability.
He bites my ear. “We already hold each other’s humiliations, Pink. We own each other’s secrets.”
I pant beneath him, my pussy wet, the bulge of his cock pressing against my bare ass. I close my eyes, the sensations too much. The intensity of his gaze on me way too exposing.
“You already have my humiliation. You saw me get my ass beat in front of the goddamn neighborhood. Your presence next door is a daily humiliation to my dad. To my family.”
He doesn’t mention that he witnessed mine with Brumgard, too, which I appreciate. That incident has no place creeping into this moment.
“So I’m going to keep spanking this ass as much as I want to, Pink. And I know it turns you on, because you’re dripping wet.” He shifts his cock away from my ass and slides a couple fingers over my slit.
I gasp.
He’s right. I’m soaked. I didn’t even know it was possible to be so wet. Had no idea what my body would do to ready me for sex.
Not that I’m having sex with him.
He slaps me again, but it’s not as hard, like he’s taking mercy on me, or modulating the intensity until he’s sure I’m into it. “The way I figure it, you owe me your humiliations, Pink. And I’m going to take all of them, one by one, until you’re stripped bare to me.”
A shiver runs down my thighs.
I hear the rustle of his pants and I turn around to see him pulling out his cock. “I’m not going to fuck you with it, Pink,” he says immediately, like he knows I might freak out again. “You’re going to push those sexy thighs tight together and I’m going to run my cock right over your pretty little slit until we both come.”
Holy. Crap.
I am so in over my head, and yet it all feels so available. So necessary. My body doesn’t require instruction. It already knows this is a total go for me.
“Got it?” he says. He’s speaking his normal language of alpha-hole, but I realize he’s actually waiting for a green light.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
I don’t know why I like it when he says that, except that maybe I am always trying to be the good girl. Thought I was one until the accident.
He rubs his cock down the seam of my ass, then slides it between my thighs, as promised. The velvety steel glides over my entrance and past it, sending shivers of pleasure down my legs. It feels better than his fingers.
He shudders. “Fuck. Way too dangerous,” he says.
I’m not entirely sure what he means—maybe that he might actually slide in. Or that he won’t be able to hold back. He pulls back and spits on his hand, rubs it over his cock and thrusts between my upper thighs. “You keep these real tight for me, Pink. Can you do that?” His voice sounds deep and gravelly. A little desperate.
“Yes.”
He pulls my hips back and cups my mons from the front, exactly the way I hold myself when I masturbate. I moan and rub against him while he fucks my inner thighs in the area I can squeeze them tightest.
“Fuck, Pink,” he curses. I like the way his voice breaks, like he’s losing control. He slides a finger in me, but I don’t think he can concentrate on both of us at the same time. His breath is ragged. After a moment, he pulls back and slaps my ass. He drags my panties off my legs and spanks me again. “Spread your legs, Pink. Wide as you can.”
I do it. He grips both my asscheeks and spreads them wide. I never could’ve expected what happens next. Never knew it was a thing. He runs his tongue from my pussy to my anus.
I scream and try to move but he’s holding me in place. “Cole! You can’t do that. Ohmygod, please!” I’m embarrassed. Totally insecure and very, very turned on. It feels amazing and so, so wrong.
He lifts his head, but it’s only to deliver three hard spanks to one cheek, then he lowers and licks again, circling my anus with his tongue. I whimper, my legs trembling too much to even hold me up.
“I’m going to fuck you here some day,” he promises, voice thick. He rubs my back hole with his thumb. “It will be part of your punishment.”
“No,” I whimper, but I’m about to combust. Excitement trembles everywhere. Flames lick my core.
“Yes, Pink. And you’re going to love it. You can’t lie to me about that. I taste your juices.”
I didn’t know that was a thing, either, but I’m sure he’s right. My pussy is molten. He holds his thumb over my anus.
“Clamp my dick again with those thighs.”
I obey. It seems I will do anything he asks of me. Spread my legs, close them, offer my ass up for a spanking.
I close my thighs as tight as I can again around his cock and he fucks me again, all the while rubbing my anus and making me squirm.
“You’re going to tell me when you need punishment,” he says. “If you need to let off steam. If you need to cry. Need to feel. And we’ll come here and I’ll spank this ass red, Pink. And I’ll always leave you feeling good. I promise you that.” He seems to get tired of the position again. It must hard for him because he has to bend his knees so much to be at the right level. He turns me around, picks me up and sits my bare ass on the wood of the table.
I squeal, not because the table isn’t smooth, but it just feels wrong. He grunts, lifts me back off—the guy is hella strong!—and yanks off his t-shirt. He spreads it on the table, then picks me
back up. The moment my ass hits the t-shirt, he pushes me onto my back and slides his hands under my pelvis. When he lifts my hips in the air and licks into me in this position, I cry out and clamp my thighs around his ears, throw my legs over his broad shoulders.
“Cole!”
“Keep saying it, baby.” He nips my outer lips, then returns to the eager licking.
“Cole, Cole, Cole,” I chant and he laughs against me.
“You gonna wait until I tell you to come this time?”
My brain’s getting to fuzzy to dissect his words. Everything is a haze of pleasure and sensation. Heat and desire.
“Cole… Cole.”
“Not until I tell you,” he warns.
I finally understand. I’m supposed to wait to orgasm. Orgasm on command.
Is that how this works? I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I’m not exactly well-versed. Turns out there’s a lot more than just moving parts.
He shifts one of his hands and works his thumb into my pussy, all the while sucking and flicking with his tongue. “Now, Pink,” he says, then suctions his mouth over me, while fucking me with his thumb and finding my back hole with one of his fingers.
I scream.
I shudder.
I come.
Hard.
* * *
Cole
I’m seriously going to die. My balls are swollen and aching, my dick is harder than granite. And something about Bailey makes me want to do dirty things with her. I’ve watched a lot of porn—like every eighteen-year-old male—and right now, I have the nastiest ideas in my head.
When she finishes coming, I shift my arms all the way up to her shoulders to scoop her off the table. I set her down in the center of it and rearrange my t-shirt underneath her. I could give her a verbal command. She’s been gloriously obedient, which gives me this heady confidence to do whatever the fuck I want with her. But there’s also something hot about not telling. Just moving her body. Like she’s a fuck-doll just for me.
And of course, the thrill is always seeing whether she’ll let me do it or not. She’s into this as much as I am, even though there is humiliation. But is it degrading if she wants it, too? That’s what she’ll have to figure out, I guess. I’m just riding this thing out because I feel like a fucking rock star right now and I haven’t even come yet.
