Chapter Fifteen
“Tell me why you’re nervous, little human.”
“I’m not,” Rosalie lied.
Hudson stared at her from across the kitchen table and she rolled her eyes. “Can I just say that I kind of hate that you can smell all of my emotions?”
Hudson just shrugged before finishing off the last of his sandwich. “Can’t help it.”
“I know.” She pushed at the raw carrots on her plate before crunching one down. “Are you still hungry?”
“I’m good. Thank you for lunch.”
“You’re welcome. You can take some more of the lasagna to work tonight, if you want?”
“Sure. Thanks. Why are you nervous?” He said.
This time she poked at her sandwich. This morning she’d woken a little after ten, surprised to feel Hudson’s warm body pressed against hers and his big hand cupping her breast. She’d assumed when he got home, he would wake her for sex.
She’d snuggled with him for a bit, enjoying how nice it was to not wake up alone in her bed, before Mr. Pibbles’ ‘feed me now, human’ stare and her need to pee made her slide out from his grip and hop off the bed.
She’d made herself some breakfast, tidied the kitchen and surfed the internet for a while until Hudson came downstairs at just before noon. He’d apologized for sleeping so long, but it hadn’t bothered her. She liked having Hudson in her house, but she also enjoyed her alone time.
“Is it something I did to make you nervous?” Hudson asked.
“What? Of course not.” Rosalie pushed her plate away. “I was just wondering about when we were going to, um, start having kinky sex.”
Hudson didn’t reply, and she froze and gave him a look of dismay. “Not that the sex isn’t good! It is – it’s fantastic! It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s just… I wanted to try some kink.”
“I know,” he said. “What do you want to try first?”
She took a deep breath, her nerves a tangled, jangled, mangled mess, and made herself say it. “I thought maybe, um… a spanking?”
“Me or you?” Hudson asked.
“I - what?”
“Do you want me to be the spanker or the spankee?” He reached across the table, snagged one of her carrot sticks and bit off a piece of it.
“Oh, um, I… would you seriously let me spank you?”
“Yes.”
She stared dumbfounded at him. Never in a million years would she have thought that Hudson liked to be spanked.
She cleared her throat and said, “I didn’t realize you liked to be spanked.”
He shrugged. “It’s not my kink, but I said I’d teach you so if it’s yours…”
“I want you to spank me,” she said quickly. Her cheeks flamed a traitorous red, and she stared down at her half-eaten sandwich.
“No.”
Her head shot up. “No?”
“No.”
She frowned at him. “But you said you would teach me to be kinky.”
“And I will. But I won’t spank you.”
Frustration was starting to edge out her nervousness. Lions liked spanking women, it had specifically said so in her book, and she wanted to at least try it with Hudson before she committed to doing it with Lincoln.
Why is that? Is it because don’t trust that Lincoln will stop if you don’t like it?
She was starting to get really damn irritated with her inner voice. It didn’t seem to be afraid to point out all the stuff she didn’t want to hear. Lincoln would stop if she asked him to, it was just… the idea of being spanked didn’t do anything but make her feel anxious.
She’d watched a few porn videos of women being spanked and it hadn’t done a thing for her – other than make her cringe. But maybe it was one of those things you had to actually experience to enjoy.
“I want you to spank me,” she said.
He grinned, and her scowl deepened as he said, “I know you do, little human.”
“So, you’ll do it?”
“No.” He ate the rest of her carrot stick and leaned back in his chair, his expression serene.
“But you said I could spank you.”
“I meant it,” he replied.
“But you won’t spank me?”
“Nope.”
She stood and paced the kitchen, throwing angry death stares at him. “That makes no sense, Hudson. And – and you know what? You can’t just renege on a promise like that. That’s a really shitty thing to do.”
“I’m not,” Hudson said. “I’ll teach you to be kinky, it just won’t involve spanking.”
She crossed her arms and gave him another furious look. “Fine. Maybe I’ll find someone else to spank me.”
He was up and out of his chair way faster than should have been possible for a man his size. His big hands cupped her hips and he picked her up and sat her on the counter. They were face-to-face now, and he made a low growl before dipping his head and giving her a light nip on the base of her throat.
“I will not spank you, little human, and you’re not letting anyone else spank you either.”
“What is with you and this no spanking thing anyway?”
“I won’t do anything that hurts you, sweet Rosie.” This time he licked her throat and she wasn’t sure what turned her on more - his statement or the throat licking.
“I have three bite marks from you,” she pointed out.
“That’s different.” He pushed aside her t-shirt and licked the closest bite mark.
“It isn’t.” Her damn back arched like it had a mind of its own when he cupped her breast.
“It is.” He ran his thumb back and forth over her nipple until it hardened. “Just like my scent, the bite marks will protect you from other shifters when I’m not around to keep you safe.”
“I don’t need protecting.” Her hands wrapped around his big biceps and squeezed when he licked her throat again.
“You do, little Rosie,” he said. “The world is a dangerous place. When shifters smell my scent and see my bite marks, they’ll know you’re mine.”
Being told she was Hudson’s sent a weird but undeniable wave of lust through her. Hudson sniffed the air before grinning at her. She blushed furiously and said, “You promised to teach me to be kinky.”
“I did.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When they reached her bedroom, he set her on her feet and disappeared into her closet. When he returned, she stared at the two scarves in his hand. “Wh-what are those for?”
He set them on the bed before reaching out and hooking one big finger through the belt loop of her jeans. He tugged her closer, step-by-step, as she stared up at him.
“Hudson, what are the scarves for?”
“You’ll see, sweet Rosie.” He tugged her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra, giving her tits an appreciative look before he unbuttoned her jeans. He tugged them and her panties down to her feet and she stepped out of them. She resisted the urge to suck in her stomach. Hudson found her attractive, the bulge at his jeans made it more than obvious.
She reached out and palmed the bulge. He sucked in a breath, and quickly stripped off his t-shirt before shoving his jeans down his thick thighs. She stared at his cock, and her mouth actually watered in anticipation.
Mine, she thought greedily, before wrapping her hand around his thickness. She stroked him, and he made a low growl of pleasure before cupping both her breasts. She ran her thumb over the wide head and through the drop of precum that had gathered there. When she sucked the liquid off her thumb, Hudson’s face twisted, and he pulled her up against him. He rubbed his dick against her soft skin and she stared up at him.
“I want to taste you, Hudson.”
“Fuck.” His fangs dropped, and his big hands tightened around her hips before he shook his head. “Not this time, honey.”
“Why not?” She asked.
“I have something else in mind.”
“But you’ve gone down on me, I
want to, um, return the favour.”
He cupped her face, his thumb rubbing across her bottom lip. “You will, baby. Just not this time.”
Before she could pout, he turned her around and reached for one of the scarves on the bed. He folded it into a long strip and kissed the back of her shoulder. “Give me a safe word, Rosie.”
Her breath eased out of her in a shuddering exhale. Just the phrase ‘safe word’ made her pulse race and anxiety brew in her belly.
Hudson kissed her shoulder again. “I’m not going to do anything that hurts or that you don’t like, honey.”
She twisted her neck to stare up at him. “I know.”
He pressed a quick kiss against her mouth and she said, “Apple.”
She waited for him to tease her about her choice of safe word, but he just nodded. “If you want me to stop, say apple and I’ll stop. All right, baby?”
“All right,” she whispered.
“Close your eyes.”
She closed her eyes, trying to breathe through her anxiety when Hudson placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Her breath puffed out of her in little gasps and she jerked when Hudson slipped his arm around her waist.
“Relax, honey,” he murmured before leading her the couple of steps to the bed. He helped her onto the bed and pressed on her back. “Lie on your back.”
She did what he asked, trying not to feel self-conscious. Not being able to see Hudson was freaking her out just the tiniest bit. What if he didn’t find her as attractive as he said, what if right now he was staring at the way her stomach stuck out and her thighs touched or –
“You’re so beautiful, sweet Rosie.” Hudson’s low growl washed over her and the sincerity in his voice washed away all of her doubts.
“Thank you.” She cupped her breasts and parted her thighs enticingly. “I want you, Hudson.”
“I want you too.”
She felt the bed dip under his weight and his hands wrapped around both her wrists. He tugged until her hands were held out in front of her and she froze, her head turning back and forth a little, when she felt him wrap the second scarf around her wrists. “What are you doing?”
He kissed the palm of her hand. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
He tightened the scarf around her wrists and raised her hands above her head. She tilted her head up to see, but it was a useless gesture with the blindfold on. It didn’t matter anyway. He was tying her to the headboard. She didn’t need to see to know that.
Anxiety and lust warred within her. Lust won when Hudson finished tying her to the headboard and trailed one finger down her chest and between her breasts before circling her belly button almost lazily.
“Comfortable?”
She tugged on her restraints, both turned on and alarmed when she realized that she was truly trapped. “Um, yes.”
“Good.”
She cried out when his warm mouth closed around her nipple and sucked. She arched and twisted, crying out again when his fingers tugged on her other nipple. He released her nipple and she waited in the darkness in breathless anticipation for his next touch. His tongue licked down her ribs and she squealed and moaned, her thighs clenching together.
“Hudson, please!” She begged. “Fuck me.”
His warm laugh against her ribs made goosebumps prickle to life on her skin. “I’ve only just started, little Rosie.”
“Please!”
“Patience,” he whispered.
Her hips arched when his fingers traced around her belly button again. When he tugged on her dark curls, she immediately let her legs fall apart, moaning in disappointment when he trailed his fingers back up her body and teased her nipple instead.
His warm mouth and wet tongue tasted and licked its way across her upper body, leaving no spot untouched. She twisted beneath his skillful mouth, the only sound her harsh panting and breathless cries of need. The blood roared in her ears, a rhythmic whoosh that almost drowned out the sound of her begging.
When he sucked on her nipple again, she cried his name and twisted her body toward him, trying to wrap her legs around his thick thigh. If she didn’t find some release for the ache in her pussy, she’d go mad.
He pushed her onto her back again and pinned her there with one heavy hand on her abdomen. She turned her face toward him and scowled, yanking futilely at her bonds. “Untie me, Hudson.”
He laughed. “No, little human.”
“Yes! Untie me right now so I can…”
“So, you can, what?”
“Tie you up and fuck you!” Her voice was shrill with need, but she wasn’t the least bit ashamed.
“You can tie me up next time,” he said.
“Hudson, no! Let me go right now!” She said.
He paused. “Honey, you remember that you say your safe word if you want this to stop, right?”
She scowled impatiently. “Yes, I know. I don’t want to say my safe word. I want you to untie me, so I can fuck you.”
He just laughed again, and her protest died on her lips when she felt his lips press against the curls at the top of her pussy.
“Do that again,” she demanded.
He did as she asked, kissing her curls again before she felt his big body settle between her legs. His wide shoulder nudged her thighs apart and she spread her legs wide and lifted her hips in silent appeal.
When he didn’t do anything, she yanked at her bonds before kicking his thigh with one foot. “Hudson! Be nice!”
“I am being nice, Rosie.”
“No, you’re not! You’re not being nice at all. You’re being – oh, oh God!”
She arched again at the unexpected warmth of Hudson’s tongue licking her pussy from her tight entrance to her throbbing clit. He didn’t linger on her clit and she made a whine of disappointment when he kissed her inner thigh.
He nibbled on her inner thighs, licking and nipping at them with his sharp fangs. Blind and restrained, she could only wait helplessly for each touch, each taste, each torment. His warm tongue licked down her thigh to her kneecap and he kissed the top of her knee before kissing his way back up the top of her thigh.
“Oh my God!” She cried out. “Please, Hudson! Please!”
Her entire body tensed as she waited in the darkness to see if he would give her what she wanted. His tongue slid across her clit and she immediately arched into his mouth, her arms straining at her bonds. When he sucked on her clit, she came in a roaring rush that sent bright lights flashing across the darkness. She came and then came again, her body writhing under Hudson’s mouth and tongue as he licked her clit repeatedly.
When she finally collapsed against the bed, her limbs trembling with exertion and her pulse pounding in her eardrums, she barely felt Hudson moving on the bed. His big hands grasped her hips and he lifted and turned her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. The scarf twisted and tightened around her wrists as he lifted her to her knees.
“Spread your legs.” Hudson’s voice was hoarse.
Feeling a little vulnerable and exposed, she kept her legs closed. “Hudson, I – oh!”
He’d slapped her on her ass, and he spanked her other cheek when she still didn’t move. “Spread your legs, Rosie. Now.”
She spread them apart and Hudson pushed his big body between them before pressing his big hand on her back and pushing her upper body to the bed. “Wider.”
She opened them wide, until the strain in her thighs matched the strain in her arms, and Hudson made a growl of approval before caressing her ass. “So fucking beautiful, little human.”
His dick pushed at her entrance, pushed and then slid in, and she cried his name as he filled her. She tried to wiggle forward, but his hands clamped down on her hips and held her still as he pushed forward relentlessly.
“No, Rosie, be my good girl,” he growled.
She stopped wiggling and arched her back in supplication. He made another low growl of approval and ran one hand down her back. “Good.”
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“Hudson,” she moaned into the darkness, “it’s too much.”
He retreated until just the head of his cock was in her and she took a deep breath. “I can’t take all of you like this.”
“Yes, you can.” He pushed forward again, his hands refusing to let her wiggle away from his invasion. “Relax, honey.”
“It’s too much,” she gasped out. “Too – oh god, ohhhh….”
One hand had slipped under her to rub at her clit, and she pressed against his rough fingers as he thrust and retreated until she felt his pelvis resting against her ass.
He kneaded her ass with one hand, his other hand slipping from her clit to her abdomen to lift until she raised her upper body. He kept one hand on her stomach, helping to support her weight as he rubbed her lower back with his other hand. “Good girl, honey.”
“All of it?” She panted, her head twisting back and forth behind the darkness of the blindfold.
“Yes. You feel so good, baby. So fucking wet and tight.”
She was stuffed to the brim with cock, her pussy stretched to the limit, but holy hell, did it feel good when he pushed in and out of her. His thickness brushed against her inner walls and she rocked her hips, meeting each of his strokes as he pushed in and out.
He was making low growls and groans of pleasure as he took her repeatedly. She stiffened when he tilted her hips up and the head of his cock pressed against a lightning bolt of a spot in her pussy.
“Fuck!” She shrieked, not caring if her neighbours could hear her.
Hudson growled again and thrust harder and faster, holding her still as he hit her g-spot with every stroke. She screamed his name, her entire body shaking and shivering as pleasure so intense she never even imagined it could exist, exploded through her.
Hudson roared her name, he pushed deep and stayed there, her pussy squeezing around his cock with every pulse of her orgasm. Fresh wetness flooded her pussy and Hudson rocked back and forth, both of them panting and moaning, until he pulled out of her and she collapsed on her stomach.
Before she could even ask, Hudson had untied her hands and pulled the blindfold off. She kept her eyes closed, her body still shaking with pleasure as Hudson turned her on her side. He rubbed her arms with his warm hands, massaging away the pins and needles as she tried to control her runaway heartbeat.
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