by Jill Shannon
The drive to the compound was short, which Hunter was very appreciative of. They drove past the clubhouse, the warehouse, and the marijuana growing greenhouses. They traveled on the grounds, passing other homes, until they came to a house at the end of the road. The house in front of her appeared even bigger than the log cabin he had taken her to. As they drove up the driveway, she noticed the soft, inviting lighting along the peaks, front door, and landscape. There were four high peaks to the front, each with a window, and two more huge windows separated by a double entry door, as well as windows in the garage area that were located on the ground floor. The house was well lit as they approached. "What's with you and big houses?" she asked as the garage door opened for them to enter.
Hunter laughed, then said, "The original carriage house is out back. Mr. and Mrs. McNeil are there for the night." He tossed his thumb up over his shoulder. "I was quite happy with it; it had a study for me to work in and four bedrooms. My mother," he crinkled his nose and shook his head then added, "not so much. She let me pick the design I liked from a selection of homes she found suitable for me, then she had it built." She didn't need to know he hadn't talked to her in years. Pulling the Audi to a halt, he got out and came around to open her door.
Taking his outstretched hand, she climbed out of the car. "Was she planning on you having a big family?"
"I think that was the idea behind it. What mother doesn't want her child settled with children of their own." Guiding her to the entrance door, he commented, "I hope that's not too intimating to you?"
She started laughing then said to him, "What, you don't think I understand a nagging mother? Always asking, 'When are you going to settle down?' Trust me, been there, done that." She walked through the entrance into the house, and her breath caught in her throat. Similar to the log cabin, they walked into the kitchen, but this time, they walked past a guest room and bathroom on her right-hand side. Standing in the kitchen area, the formal dining area was to the left. The kitchen counter was shaped in an L. With all industrial appliances and a large island in the middle of the room, a bar-style table and chairs separated the kitchen area from the den area, which held a gigantic fireplace and television above it. The formal living room sat adjacent to the dining room and was separated by the double door entrance. Willow looked up at the chandelier with all the soft sparkling lights framed by the upstairs balcony. "My God, Hunter, this is beautiful." The amazement was evident in her voice.
Hunter's chest puffed up a bit at her compliment to his home. "I can't take all the credit for it. Mom did most of the decorating," he commented offhandedly as he reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two beers. He pulled a glass from the cabinet, and filling it, he handed it to her. Grabbing his own beer, he said, "Come on; I'll show you the rest, but first, I have a very unique room I want you to see." Hunter took her hand and led them to the door going to the basement.
"Is this the part where you show me where all the skeletons are hidden?" she teased.
"No, but I have administered a few punishments in it."
She followed him to the bottom of the stairs into a large open floor layout. There was also space for a large bar with televisions mounted above the bar, a game room with a pool table, and a sitting section with couches. At the far end, there was an area set up with gym equipment. On the left side of the stairs was a bathroom and another room closed behind double doors. Willow was surprised at how large the place was. "Holy crap, Hunter, can you fit the whole club down here?"
He laughed at her question. "Probably, although I've never tried." He led her by the elbow to the double doors. "This is what I want to show you," he explained as he opened the doors. He stepped out of her way and watched her face for her reaction.
Willow stood in pure awe at what she was seeing. Set in the center of the room was a huge four-poster king size bed, with two four-drawer dressers resting on either side. She walked further into the room, her breath becoming shallow as she gazed at the wall of BDSM equipment. A St. Andrew's cross and spanking bench were to the left of the bed and, to the right, an oversized royal blue couch. She spun in a slow circle looking at the walls holding whips, crops, and floggers. "You weren't kidding; you must have a piece of apparatus for every situation." Her voice held an edge of nervousness.
He smiled at her attempt at humor. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he told her, "This is my playroom. If and when you are ready, we will revisit this room. Until then, I will answer any and all questions you may have."
She looked into his eyes and asked, "What if I can't be that person?"
"I am willing to wait as long as I have to, Willow; you're worth the wait." He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. Pulling her body to his, he said, "I just need to know that you will keep an open mind about it?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist, replying, "I will keep an open mind, as long as this is kept private between us." He looked down at her with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm not sure my parents would be so accepting of your lifestyle. That's all I'm saying." She then set an alluring smile on her face.
"Then, we have no worries. Because I don't want a relationship with them." Hunter kissed the top of her head. "Come, I have something else to show you." Closing the doors behind them, he led her to the stairs. On the main landing, they continued up further.
As they reached the landing, straight in front of Willow was a set of double doors that led them to the master bedroom. Behind them, along the balcony railing, were three more bedrooms and two bathrooms. Hunter moved her forward to the master bedroom and opened the doors. Across the room, right in front of her, was a fireplace with a television above it. A cozy couch and chair rested in front of them. On either side of the television were beautifully painted wall murals. On the left was the angel of fire, on the right, an angel of ice. Next to the door on the left was a huge king size bed with a dozen or so black and silver designer pillows on it, matching the black and silver comforter and plush rug under her feet. Beyond the bed was a wall of windows that opened onto a balcony that looked out at the water leading to the Atlantic Ocean. On the right side of the room were two doors, one leading to a large walk-in closet, the other to the bathroom. Willow looked up at the tray ceiling with soft lighting that illuminated the area. "This is incredible." She smiled, then looking at Hunter, she explained, "I have a studio apartment in Florida that would fit perfectly inside this room."
"Come outside; let me show you."
She followed him out the sliding glass doors onto the balcony. Leaning on the railing, she looked out into the distance. "There isn't much to see; it's so dark," she commented offhandedly.
"Look up," Hunter said as he dimmed the lighting in the room and turned on some country music. Hearing her intake of breath, Hunter knew exactly what she was seeing. Setting his beer on the table near the door, he came up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned down and whispered, "And I thought this view couldn't get any more beautiful." She was looking up into the night sky, filled with hundreds of sparkling stars. He was looking at the exquisite beauty in his arms. He kissed her temple as she leaned back against his hard, lean body.
"It's incredible. I don't think I've ever seen so many stars in the sky." Leaving her drink on the railing, she snuggled into the comfort of his arms, having never felt this comfortable with a man before.
"Did you enjoy your party?"
"Yes, I did." She tilted her head up to look into his incredible eyes. "And, thanks to you, I'll be able to remember it tomorrow."
"I'm glad I could help," was all he said before leaning down and kissing her soft, waiting lips.
Willow knew she'd had a few drinks at her party, but nothing compared to Hunter's intoxicating taste. She turned in his arms, never breaking the kiss, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hard nipples rubbing up against his muscular chest sent a wave of desire through her body.
Snaking his tongue along her lips, he deepened the kiss, drinking in the ta
ste of her. His hand sifted through her long, beautiful hair, while his other hand pulled her against his aching cock that had been semi-hard all night watching her.
Willow moaned as Hunter pulled her body close to his, feeling his long, thick cock against her body. Her hand reached up, grazing her nails along his scalp, while her other hand traveled down his exquisite body. Rubbing her palm along the outline of his dick in his pants and groaning in frustration, Willow broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, flaming with hunger. "I think we both have too many pieces of clothing on." She moved both of her hands to the buttons on his shirt. Quickly undoing them, she raked her nails down the front of his chest, needing to mark him as hers. Moving her head in, she captured the bar of his nipple ring, sucking it into her mouth. Releasing it, she took the tip of her tongue and flicked it against it.
As soon as Willow latched onto his nipple ring, an electric current shot through his body, sending an immediate shock to his cock. "You may have a point." He latched his hands onto her ass, lifting her up onto his body. "Wrap your legs around my waist."
Willow followed his instructions as he turned and carried her back into the bedroom. Sliding her down his body, he placed her feet back on the floor as Kane Brown's song 'What's Mine Is Yours' played through the speakers. Unzipping the back of her dress, he slipped it down and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her black strapless bra and panties, a pair of garters holding up her thigh-high stockings. Hunter stood and admired the beauty before him, then knelt down before her, unsnapping the garters and slowly rolling her stockings down. She leaned her hands on his broad shoulders to balance herself as he removed her heels then stockings. His eyes blazed a path back up her exquisite body as he stood in front of her. Seeing the little paper stuffed into her bra, he removed it, holding it between his fingers. "Is this something I need to worry about?"
Willow had forgotten all about the note Julie had given her, but at this moment, it was the last thing she wanted to talk about. "Julie gave it to me before they left. I honestly forgot I had put it there, but can we look at it later?" She smiled up at him, trying to pull his attention back to what he was doing.
"Loyalty, honesty, and trust are the three most important things to me. I will put it to the side for now, but we read it together later." Hunter laid the note on his nightstand then walked back to her. He removed his shirt, dropping it on the back of the couch. "Now, where were we?" he asked as he continued to undress her slowly and methodically, first releasing the clasp in the back of her bra. Her plump round breasts were set free from their confinement as Hunter dropped the bra in the pile of clothes building on the floor. He then took his fingers and slipped them inside both her panties and garter, lowering them to the collection at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her jewelry, her bracelet twinkling in the moonlight. Hunter stood back, admiring her beauty. "You are so beautiful."
Willow could feel the blush from her face spread over her body with his compliment. "I have never felt beautiful, but you make me feel that way when I'm with you. Because I honestly believe that's how you feel." She reached for his belt. Pulling it from the loop, she unlatched it then slipped it through the other loops. Dropping it from her hand, she placed her fingers on the button, pushing it back, releasing it, then opening his pants. Slowly, she lowered his zipper. She then grazed her fingers along his hips, pushing his pants to the floor. His long, hard, thick penis sprang free. She couldn't resist taking him in her hand. The feel of his smooth, velvety cock in her hand had Willow's mouth salivating and the wetness at her core dripping down her legs. It had been a long time since Willow had given a blow job, but she had always enjoyed them. She began to kiss a path down Hunter's chest, stopping at each nipple, her tongue flicking first one then the other, sucking each nipple ring in her mouth while her hand gripped his pulsing cock.
Hunter knew where her mind was and was all for the idea. However, he needed them both comfortable before that happened. He removed her hand from his cock then gripped her face in his hands. "Why don't we make use of all these pillows, instead of standing here?" He picked her up in his arms and laid her in the middle of the bed. He then began throwing most of the pillows to the floor. When she gave him a confused look, he told her, "We don't need all of them." He smiled and stretched out next to her. "There, now that's better."
Willow smiled at his playfulness. Pushing him flat against the bed, she crawled over his body, straddling his waist. "I think you may have a point there." She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue sliding deep into his mouth. His hands latched onto her ass cheeks, spreading them, grinding her hips against his hard cock. Her tongue worked its way out of his mouth as she started moving down his body again, gently kissing his chest as she blazed a path to his naval. Her breasts rested on his cock as her tongue rimmed his belly button. All the while, her captivating blues eyes watched his reaction. She moved further down, locking his pulsing cock between her breasts. Rocking slowly up and down, Willow used her hands to massage her tight nipples puckered on her pink areolas.
Hunter couldn't take his eyes off her. The seductive way she had crept down his body made his cock jump with a need to be deep inside of her. Yet, if she continued to grip his dick in the soft, warm luxury of her fantastic chest, he was worried that when she finally took him in her mouth, he might not be able to hold out.
Willow slid further down, touching the tip of his penis with her tongue, lapping up the precum resting there. Her eyes locked with his as his long, thick cock dropped out of sight in her warm wet mouth. Hunter's hips jerked, pushing deeper still, touching the back of her throat. Willow relaxed her gag reflex at the back of her throat, taking him deeper until her lips touched the base of his cock. Sliding her tongue back along the vein on the underside of his dick, making her way back to the tip and locking her lips around the head of his dick, she began to suck. Then, she bobbed her head down to the base and back over and over, pulling a groan from deep in Hunter's throat.
Hunter knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and he wanted to give as good as he got. "Baby, I can't take much more of your marvelous mouth torturing me." He pulled her from his cock and flipped her over onto the bed. "My turn," he told her. A grunt escaped when her back hit the bed. He pulled her arms up above her head. "Keep them there," he commanded. Then, he spread her legs wide to accommodate his shoulders. He didn't think anything could compare to her intoxicating scent, until he saw the wetness that had gathered between her legs, now slowly dripping down her waxed pussy. Seeing her juices glistening in the moonlight made Hunter's mouth water for a taste of her honey. A deep sigh of contentment escaped his mouth as his tongue swiftly glided over her drenched lips. Knowing he excited her body this way told him more about her than words could. Her reaction to him was pure and honest. He inserted two of his fingers, gently penetrating her opening as his tongue swirled around her clit. Listening to her breathing, he could hear that it was becoming shallow and labored. He knew how to push her over the edge, but he wanted to feel her come when his raging hard-on was buried deep within her tight pussy.
Willow felt his loss immediately, being on the verge of coming when he pulled back. A shadow of disappointment flashed across her face. "I was so close," she complained to him.
A smile formed on his face, and then he told her, "Have no fear, princess. I'm not done with you yet." Gliding his hands up her body, entwining his fingers with hers, he pulled her into a sitting position. Releasing her hand, he captured the back of her neck and pulled her close, tenderly kissing her lips, shifting his lips to her cheek then throat working his way up to her ear. "You are like an aphrodisiac I can't get enough of," he mumbled in her ear. "Now, I need you to roll over and put that gorgeous ass up in the air for me."
She shifted her weight and rocked her body up on her elbows and knees, rocking her enticing ass back and forth in front of Hunter, when, all of a sudden, there was a stinging slap to her right cheek. "Ouch," Willow yelped. "What was that for?" She shifted he
r hair out of the way as she looked over her shoulder at Hunter.
"I told you teasing was a punishable offense," his rough voice huffed out. Seeing her in that position with a red handprint becoming visible on her fantastic ass only fanned the ignited fire ripping through his body. Hunter's cock twitched to be inside her. A primitive desire to claim her as his own filled every crevice of his soul. He knew she wasn't ready for his lifestyle yet, but the future looked bright. However, there was no time like the present to begin her training. "Do not come without permission, princess." Gripping her hips, he pushed his throbbing dick into her drenched opening.
Willow's body was no longer her own. Hunter had taken control, leading her on a journey she never wanted to come back from. Lowering her head to the bed, he began to pound into her with short, deep thrusts, the head of his penis slamming against her cervix every time, hitting that sweet spot that no man had ever found before. He was building a need in her that she had never experienced. Splintering lights began to explode behind her closed eyes, and she pleaded with him, "Please, Hunter, I need to come." That was the only explanation she could imagine for the incredible feeling spreading through her body.
The feel of her tight walls gripping him with each stroke of his cock was having its own effect on Hunter. He knew he could hold his orgasm off longer, but he wanted Willow to know how much she pleased him. Ramping up the speed of his strokes, his body was plunging in and out of her. Through ragged breaths, he commanded her, "Come now, princess."
She screamed into one of the pillows she had pulled out from under her head when her body erupted with the intense pleasure Hunter was filling her with. A blinding light exploded in her head as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
