by Taylor Berke
“Kneel, baby.”
Obediently, Lizzie fell gracefully to her knees considering the rope that still confined her arms. Oddly, she had read about how to sit in a proper submissive position but never thought that she would enjoy it. She was quite pleased to be proved wrong. Perhaps it was not so much just the actual position but the obvious pleasure the dominant male in front of her was emanating. Maybe it was the decadence of both. Lizzie inwardly smirked as she realized that Ben had a glaringly obvious need to regain control in tense situations by dominating another person. It was definitely fitting the Powell alpha behavior patterns that she had seen in the other male members of the family. It momentarily made her feel rather bonded with Billie, Lillian, and Florence.
“Close your eyes for me, baby,” Ben said gently.
Lizzie allowed her eyes to flutter closed while she felt him rend what was left of her shredded shirt from her body. His sheer strength made her shudder with longing. She trembled in her innocent anticipation, feeling herself begin to drip her arousal on her inner thighs, at whatever Ben was going to do to her. More tearing sounds were heard and a damp scrap of cloth was laid over her eyes and tied securely around the back of her head. She found that she could feel his breath on her face and it was sinfully arousing as he leaned to lightly kiss in a sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Can you see anything, darlin’?” Ben whispered into the same ear seductively.
“No, Ben,” Lizzie answered him quickly, barely able to give him the patience that he so obviously required.
As Lizzie obediently knelt on the floor she heard unexpected sounds coming from Ben’s direction. She expected footsteps or shifting clothing but instead her ears deciphered the sounds of his cell phone and of buttons being pressed. A flush of self-consciousness washed over her already trembling form as she heard his conversation.
“Yeah, Jackson, it’s me. I got her. Nope, she is just fine, better than fine now. Yeah, I was worried that panic would set in if you didn’t hear anything from either of us and then found her car under water. Nope, didn’t break down but is broken and submerged now. Yeah, it’s in the creek by her house. Don’t ask. I don’t even want to get into the details right now as I have to have a ‘conversation’ with her about it right now. Please call everyone and let them know, especially Mimi and Vera as they are going to call Sly or Nat if they don’t hear from her soon. Oh, by the way, can one of you guys make it up here in the morning to clear a pine that fell across the road? Thanks. No, dumbass. You can’t talk to her now. Well, because she is tied up at the moment, bye.” Ben ended his end of the phone conversation that he just had with his brother with a firm click.
Tied up at the moment, could she die now? Perhaps Jackson just assumed, as it was commonly used, that it was a figure of speech? There was no way he could know that it was literal, could he? Of course he could. He was his brother. She knew Billie was going to ask her a million questions about this one.
Sounds of wet clothing being hastily pulled off were emphasized by the erotic sound of his zipper being pulled down and the sound it made as the sodden cloth fell to the wooden floor. Lizzie could actually feel the heat coming off his body as she sensed him now kneeling on the floor in front of her. Lizzie’s mouth salivated as she felt his warm lips taste the underside of her chin as his hands slid around her slim waist to gently caress the cheeks of her bottom that he had bruised in his earlier attentions. He tenderly began to massage their soft skin as his lips started to drift down the front of her collarbone, tasting and teasing, all the way to the upper swell of her breast. His hands divested her of what was left of her satin bra and he began to stroke his roughened palms over the distended peaks that made her practically beg for him to suck on them.
She let out a moan as his mouth lightly teased her bud before sucking the entire nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Lizzie found out that while being blindfolded, the sounds of his suckling and the feel of his mouth were emphasized in sensation. Her moans seemed to spur him on as he used his cupped hands on her rear to pull her over his knees and into the curve of his waiting groin. He was on his knees as well and hers ended up on the outside of his hips, allowing her feet to sit flat on the floor for purchase.
“Baby, you feel so good against me, so right. Can you feel it too?” Ben murmured into her ear.
“Oh yes, Ben, every time I think you can’t make it better, you do. Did you have to tell Jackson that I was tied up though? What if he guesses the truth?” Lizzie answered breathlessly.
She heard and felt him chuckle without any concern for a moment before he renewed his grasp on her lower cheeks and slid his hungry cock into her silken pussy. Her reward for remaining quiet, bound, and obedient was sheer ecstasy as his thick shaft slid all the way into her. She felt it as he touched her womb with his great length, a feeling that was magnified to even greater proportions from their erotic position.
Lizzie tilted her head back, unable to process the delight he was subjecting her to with this new, slow, sensual form of lovemaking. She trembled in his embrace, unable still to touch him, using her feet to aid him in lifting her up only to slide slowly and decadently down his thick erection. His mouth shifted down as he leaned her back to latch onto her other breast, suckling as though it was the food for his starvation. Her wail of pleasure bounced off the walls of the cabin and was answered by way of his soft squeeze on her ass. She felt tingles started to burn in her lower regions as Ben began to run his finger down her cleft and through her juices from behind. Lizzie froze, causing him to groan appreciatively, as she clenched on his shaft in response as he used that lubricated finger to now circle her tiny pink rosette.
“Ben,” Lizzie moaned out.
“Ssh, baby. Just feel,” Ben’s answer came out, his voice sounding deeper than usual.
She could feel her inner muscles start to contract just as he slid his digit up into her clenching little passage. Incredible bursts of pleasure burned through her body as he held her securely in his strong embrace as she quivered and panted her bliss out over his burly expanse of sweaty chest. Lizzie felt as he tightened his embrace on her body as he, too, found his consuming ecstasy. Scalding bursts of cum made her insides tingle with mini orgasms as Ben shuddered into her warm depths repetitively. The quiet that followed felt delectably poignant. She softly sighed as he skimmed his hands over her skin in a reverent manner.
“Mmm, darlin’. Let me get this lasso and blindfold off of you already. I think it has definitely served its purpose and has earned itself a well-deserved rest.” Ben laughed out.
Lizzie was reluctant to break the affectionate embrace as he held himself still within her body. “If you must, then you must. I was just starting to warm up to it actually. I find that being bound and blind is rather, ah, stimulating in a pleasurable way. Well, it is at least with you. I don’t think I would particularly enjoy it if someone else did this to me.” Lizzie laughed out.
Ben obviously didn’t find her comment amusing as he lifted the rope over her head and gently grasped her upper arms so she was forced to look directly into to his irate gaze.
“Listen to me, baby. The only one who will ever be seeing you like this, binding your limbs or pleasuring your body, is going to be me. That’s it. You would not enjoy my reaction if I see you trying to entice another to do anything like this to you or anything else. You are mine. Get it? You gave yourself to me, willingly,” Ben ground out.
Lizzie didn’t find his declaration to be scary possessive in the least. She knew Ben would be crazy about a woman he cared for and she hoped that this was a sign. With a smile, she took delight in the fact that their bodies were still joined by his never-ending erection. In fact, it was rather comforting and loving to her that he was hopefully starting to be able to have feelings, ones that he could verbalize, to go along with his recent actions. He watched over her, saved her physically, and now had plundered her body deliciously. The idea that he was jealous over a silly comment made her heart swell with hope. He wa
sn’t a man of many words and could communicate no better than his cattle could, so she found it very endearing.
“Ben, honey, I said I only wanted to try this with you. In fact, I don’t want to do anything with anyone else, ever again, except with you, you big lug. Stop being silly and just kiss me, my lover.” Lizzie tried to coax him from his upset.
Lizzie felt a wave of satisfaction as he raised one eyebrow at her declaration and leaned forward to lovingly kiss her soft lips. She heard herself sigh as he gently peppered her mouth and jaw with tender, light kisses. In an amazing display of his brute strength, he held her to him as he unfolded and lifted her, still joined to him, off the floor and walked them both over to the bed. He made sure not to let their bodies separate as he continued to reverently kiss her lips and neck as his hands soothed her heated skin.
As gently as he could, Ben lifted her up and off his still-thick erection. He laughed silently that he would never get enough of her luscious body. Nope, he was sure that he would have a perpetual erection when she was near. However, there was a small matter that he needed to attend to.
“Lizzie, darlin’, you do realize that you should have called me, right?” Ben asked her as she sat in his lap, still snuggling against the wall of his chest.
“Yes, I am sorry, Ben. I should have called you or gone with Jackson,” Lizzie confessed.
“You know that you should never have tried something so irresponsible as crossing that river in your old piece of crap, right?” Ben continued.
“Yes, Ben. I thought we had covered this already. I was foolish, my bad, and I am sorry,” Lizzie answered, sounding a little bit annoyed at being reminded of her stubbornness.
“We did but we will rehash it as many times as it takes to wipe the memory of you clinging to the top of your car in that rushing water from my brain. So you are going to have to bear with me. What did I tell you I would do if I felt you were putting yourself in danger, baby?” Ben continued, lowering his voice as he went. He was lovingly stroking her buttocks as he spoke but was sure that Lizzie was starting to catch on as she began to tense up as his line of questioning continued.
“Well, ah, Ben, you said that you were going to punish me but you were of course kidding, right? I mean, I am an adult and no matter what position you have in my life, partner, boyfriend, or lover, you surely don’t believe that you can discipline me?” Lizzie looked less and less confident as she trailed off with the last question.
Lizzie had tilted her face to look up at him and that was all it took. He placed one hand on her belly and the other at her lower back. With a move that would have impressed any gymnast, he demonstrated an incredible display of strength and gracefulness as he effortlessly flipped her over. Her legs were dangling over his knee to the floor while her upper body was lying under his arm, across the bed.
“Ben, what do you think you are doing? You had better not do what I think you are going to do! I won’t ever forgive you, I mean it.” Lizzie started to raise her voice.
The only sound was Ben’s laughing, which he was pretty sure wasn’t helping her anger. She started to try to push off when he let his big hand arc and lay a slap against her left cheek.
“Ouch! You stop that right now, Benjamin Powell! Stop that immediately or I will…” Lizzie attempted a show of bluster that was ridiculous to Ben considering her current helpless position. She was probably wondering why she was always placed in helpless positions around him. It wasn’t that he liked her that way. Well, maybe a little.
“What are you going to do, baby, tell my mother? She probably already knows.” Ben laughed out.
“You can’t do this to me, Ben! Ouch!” Lizzie yelled over her shoulder.
“Um well, I can and I am doing it so just lie there quietly like a good girl and let me finish. I have a suspicion that you may actually start to enjoy it. Many other women do, you know, baby.” Ben trailed off with a smile on his face.
“Ouch! Knock it off, Ben, that’s three already and like you, I do not want to ever hear about you and the other women in your life. If I am yours then you have to also be mine. That means no other women are going to invade our… Ouch!” Lizzie tried to finish her comment, but the bluster was getting smacked out of her with each and every spank he delivered to her stinging buttocks.
“See, baby, you are even counting it out for me. Good job! By the way, that last one was four, try to keep up. Now be a good girl and take it like a man. You earned these.”
Putting a more sensual look on his face, he finished with, “Just let it take you over, baby. Just focus on how it feels,” Ben murmured by her ear.
Lizzie lay there for a moment and tried to digest what was happening. She almost got herself killed today, was rescued by her dream man, and now that dream man who had given her more indescribable pleasure than anyone else ever had, was spanking her behind. It was too much to process on her exhausted brain. She let her head fall into the plush, soft down comforter and inhaled its sweet, fresh pine scent. As if sensing her acceptance of the situation, Ben started to rub his hands over her reddened skin. She was sure that he was grinning while he delivered the next ten smacks to her posterior end. Somewhere around nine, she felt a tingling and electric sensation start to well up from her swollen lips. Her cream started to flow again and she found herself lifting up into his downward arc, almost relishing the tingling feeling he was bestowing upon her. It took her away to a place where her brain was quiet and she didn’t have to think, only feel. Suddenly it was over before she had a chance to really digest what had happened to her while Ben delivered his “punishment.” She found herself snuggled under the covers with Ben’s arms embracing her tightly. He had her mashed up into his side as he partially rolled over her, as though to reassure himself again that she was really there. Tender kisses were dropped on her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and ear lobes by his firm lips.
“Lizzie, baby, please don’t ever do anything like that again. I just found you. Please don’t let your stubbornness take that happiness away. I couldn’t stand it, baby,” Ben whispered in her ear, probably thinking she was asleep.
It felt nice, way better than even just nice, to be cared for, to feel what felt suspiciously like love.
Chapter Thirteen
During the long, stormy night, Ben had made love to Lizzie again and again. It was just before dawn that they lay there, cuddled into each other with her stroking the side of his face. Lizzie recalled with a sigh how he had kept nuzzling that sensitive spot on her neck and had placed delicate kisses along her jaw. She gazed off, not seeing anything really, as she savored the soreness of her thighs, tender behind, and feminine places that had received more loving attention last night than they had in her whole life. If she had to go back to real life after such an amazingly bonding experience with Ben, she felt like she might never recover. Finally, she found out personally that he was worth the wait, a man of worth in many more ways than one. He…
“Earth to Lizzie! If I had to guess, I would be betting that there was some serious mouth-to-mouth resuscitation going on last night, huh Mimi?” Vera chortled out. Never one to mince words, Vera had a very knowing look in her eyes, Lizzie thought with a blush.
“Well?” Mimi asked simply.
“Well what?” Lizzie returned saucily with a huge smile on her face that turned to a grimace as she plopped herself down onto a stool in the kitchen.
“Uh-huh? Something wrong with you posterior cushion there, boss lady? You sure look like you could use some ice back there. Hurt it getting out of the creek, did ya?” Vera taunted a now profusely blushing Lizzie.
Mimi just smiled as Lizzie offered, “I will never tell. It is for me to know, Madame Vera.”
“Don’t need for you to confirm a thing, gorgeous. I know a spanked tush when I see one,” Vera confirmed, drawing a shocked look from both Mimi and Lizzie. “What? I was young once, too!”
Looks of horror and disgust briefly flitted over both the younger women’s faces. Vera swatted them bo
th with her spatula as Mimi ran herself back out to the dining room area.
Lizzie took a moment to reread the letter that was addressed to her here at the café. She tried not to allow the icy shivers of fear to crawl up her spine, but she was still all alone. Ben hadn’t pledged himself to her. How was she going to handle a man that wouldn’t take the word no for an answer?
You will be mine soon, dear Lizzie. Then you will have a man that teaches you to behave.
Suddenly a loud bellow shook the peacefulness of Vera’s kitchen and broke Lizzie out of her momentary fear.
“Lizzie! Where are you?” Lizzie felt herself cringe inwardly at Ben’s intense bellow.
“I suppose he wants to talk?” Lizzie ventured in Vera’s direction, taking note of her immaculately clean grill. That small bit of normalcy that was quintessential Vera put Lizzie at ease momentarily. Vera’s cleanliness and Mimi’s never-ending kindness, were a comforting consistency when she was nervous.
“You think?” Vera answered in what sounded like an amused tone.
The door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open and the giant body of the man in question filled the doorway. His gaze scanned the room in search of his prey.
“Hi there, Vera. You got home okay yesterday?” Ben said sweetly.
“Sure did, cowboy. Heard me some rumors that you were some hunky sort of hero. Thank you for saving our darling but dopey girl here. We love her but sometimes she sure can be stubborn, no?” Vera replied with a warm smile of heartfelt feelings that Lizzie knew Vera had trouble verbalizing. She knew that she had definitely scared Vera and Mimi. Well, from the discomfort emanating from her poor tush, Ben was also a member of that club. He just had more privileges. These people loved her and she knew that she was going to have to be more responsible in the future, otherwise there would consequences. She didn’t worry about Vera and Mimi, except that those tattletales would have no issues with putting Ben on speed-dial in order to get him to pull her back into line. They were such lovable traitors.
