Punished by the Mountain Man
A Secret Mountain Man Steamy Romance
By
Vicky Bushwell
Copyright © 2017 Vicky Bushwell
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is purely coincidental
Don’t break into a stranger’s cabin during a blizzard…
Don’t make yourself at home while they’re away…
Don’t fall asleep by their fireplace naked…
Don’t be surprised to wake up tied up…
The consequences promise to be surprisingly hot…
Contents
Lily
Hunter
Lily
Hunter
Lily
Hunter
Lily
Hunter
Lily
Hunter
Strict Daddy Sample Chapters
Author's Note
Chapter 1
Lily
The snow is everywhere. It’s almost night, and I can’t see much. But, I can feel the cold coming from pale snowy mounds on the road. The cold wind prickles my face and icy snowflakes stick all over me as one messy mush. My car is stuck somewhere on the road. I left it behind, and went searching for help. Soon, I realize that I can’t even tell where the road is as I’m completely lost.
I wade through the snow, each step becomes heavier, but I keep moving. There’s a vague speck of light before me, beckoning me. I only wish there’s someone who could help me get back on the road.
I still hope I’ll see Colby tonight. I wanted to surprise him, turning up on the door of his hotel room, but now I’m not so sure I’ll make it. He sure will be surprised to find out that his girlfriend went missing while he was away on vacation with his friends.
Colby likes skiing, and enjoys outdoors, while I prefer staying at home. I like cozy places and snuggling, and kissing is my favorite sport…
I wish we did more, but I’m not ready to take things to the next level yet. I’m still a virgin and Colby loved that about me at first. But, I think through time, he became distant because we never became really close.
So, I decided to get out of my comfort zone for once, and surprise him tonight. Only that it turns out I’m forced to make an unwanted stop in a secluded mountain cabin because of stupid blizzard that got in my way.
I’m glad I found that cabin before bears and wolves found me first. Now, all I need is a friendly stranger willing to help. Is that much to ask for when stuck on a blizzard night in the mountains?
The house looks very cozy with light coming from all the windows. I imagine a happy family spending their holidays here, and I hope they’d let me join them. I shake some of the snow off my hair and coat, and take a deep breath ready to knock on the door.
Nobody answers. This makes me try and peer inside though the gap between curtains, but still I can’t see anything. I check my phone. The battery is completely drained, and I’m in desperate need to recharge it. With or without the owner and with nightfall approaching, I need to get in there.
I reach to the door handle, and to my surprise the door opens. How strange, I think, but enter the house without hesitation. I like it even more from inside; it’s simply decorated in rustic style, yet looks stylishly modern. I instantly love the smell of wood, leather and wool that fill the house with warmth. It smells home.
The fire in the fireplace lit up the room, and it seems that the owner left the house not long ago. I’m too tired to guess what happened; I only hope they’d return soon. Well, hopefully not before I finish taking a quick bath. I dream of a hot bubbly bath, so lush and warm, practically begging me to soak in.
I’m not sure if the owner wouldn’t mind finding me in their bathtub, so I better be quick. I let the water running and quickly take my clothes off, humming some silly tune. Finally, I get inside the huge porcelain bathtub filled with rich lather that smells just divine.
I spend some time with my eyes closed, soaking and nearly fall asleep. When I’m done, I feel extremely relaxed. Things get better when I find a bottle of fine bourbon in the living room.
With a towel wrapped around my body, I pad across the room to the fireplace, and nestle in a huge armchair with a glass of bourbon in my hand. I instantly think that I could stay like this forever. I take a long sip and notice that the armchair is really big and it’s the only armchair in the house. Taking another sip, I giggle to myself imaging the owner as a big burly Santa, too kind to throw a naked tipsy girl outside at night…
Chapter 2
Hunter
I’m pissed. I went to meet my mom and dad who were supposed to bring Carly along for the weekend, and they didn’t come. They missed their flight thanks to my ex, Jemma. She always gets pesky when it comes to my turn to take care of Carly. I wish I could have her all the time, but Jemma won’t let me. She’s still playing the role of a good mother, and she probably is, but what pissed me off is that she always makes it super hard to send Carly over to me.
It’s good my folks live in the same city, and they see my girl whenever they can. They even fly her to my mountain cabin every now and then, and I can’t be more grateful for that. I don’t blame Jemma for leaving me, I only don’t get it why she agreed to marry me in the first place.
She knew my life was here in the mountains, and knew that I’d never move to another place… Everything changed so quickly after Carly came along. I guess Jemma was bored, or probably stopped loving being here with me. So, she took our girl and flew to her parents. She insisted that life by the ocean is the best for a child. Well, she’s probably right, but this doesn’t stop my heart from lurching wistfully each time I think what she did.
I’m going to reschedule their flight and meet them in a couple days if I’m lucky to book another ticket soon. I head for home, hoping for a glass of something and a good night sleep. I need just that.
I enter the house, and instantly know that something is different. Something has changed since I left, and I’m eager to find out what. The living room smells with something sugary floral, something that I’d never smelt before.
I look around and see her. As I walk up to my armchair with a young beauty sleeping in, my eyes study her lush curves and slick hair cascading down her bare shoulder. I recognize my towel wrapped loosely around her sexy body, one side slipped off her shoulder as she moved in her sleep.
She’s perfect with her delicate peachy skin, soft slick hair and lips so pink and full, begging to be kissed. My heart skips a beat when I lower my eyes and notice her full ripe breast with a pert pink nipple becoming visibly hard in front of my eyes.
I want to cover her up, and want to rip the towel away at the same time, exposing her before me completely. The sleeping beauty murmurs something in her sleep, and I still in place, holding my breath.
I’m too scared to wake her. I’m sure she’ll be scared if she sees me now watching her like that in her sleep. I touch her hair, gently, and then brush her cheek with the back of my hand. She’s still asleep, and I dare to trace my thumb across her lower lip.
She lets out a soft sigh and parts her lips, and I see her pearly-white teeth and wetness between… I kneel before her and notice that I’m bigger than her even when I’m down on my knees. She’s so petite and delicate, and I hold my breath admiring her features and curves.
There, unable to hold myself bac
k any more, I lean in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. She’s asleep, and that works perfectly for me, so I kiss her again. My hand slips down her bare skin and cups her breasts, slowly.
I shudder, holding myself back from kissing her hungrily when I slowly fondle her belly and-
I shouldn’t be doing this… This is not how it’s supposed to be… I know the proper way to show her how I feel about her intruding into my house and life without my permission. I won’t sleep tonight, and all the other nights if I don’t have her. All of her for myself…
I’m so hard right now thanks to her sleeping like an angel in my armchair. She doesn’t know what I got in store for her… She’s in trouble... I’m going to make her mine… But, first…
I plant another kiss on her lips before scooping her gently in my arms. I know what I’m doing, and she won’t wake up until I’m done with her. She’s going to love it…
Chapter 3
Lily
I open my eyes, suddenly. It’s dark in the room with only so much moonlight coming through the gap in curtains. This is not the room where I fell asleep. I lick my lips, tasting strong mix of alcohol and mint. And coffee. The taste is strong, bitter and so very manly that I instantly know how I got it on my lips.
I look around and gasp. I’m in bed, tied up and naked. I can move my feet freely, and I quickly cross my thighs, feeling vulnerable and exposed. There’s a man in the room. I can feel his presence, and after he turns the light on, I see him.
Ripped, muscled and hairy… He reeks with manliness and power. I gasp with relief, noticing that he’s got his pants on. That means he didn’t- Yet- Oh, my, I can’t possibly think of him becoming my first… He captured me in my sleep! I shouldn’t feel the way I do right now. This is wrong and I won’t let myself-
“You’re awake.” His deep baritone sends all sorts of shivers down my spine, and I jerk my head in his direction, swallowing hard. “You broke into my place.”
I take a shaky breath, and mutter, “I was lost in the woods… and cold… The door was open…”
“Still, you did break in-,”
“Sir, please, can we- Can you untie me first-?” I whisper, watching him, my eyes wide open.
He moves toward the bed, and sits on one side, towering over me. I watch his deep-blue eyes and feel the sudden need to sink within, transfixed.
“The answer is no. You entered without my permission-,”
I cut in, “I couldn’t ask for it, there was nobody inside.”
He shushes me with his thumb placed gently upon my lips, “Don’t interrupt me, girl. You know you should’ve stayed outside and waited.”
“Why don’t you put me there, then?” I snap, and bite my lip, looking up at him.
He gives me a smug grin, and says, “That’s fine with me if you don’t mind going outside naked.”
“This is how you treat your guests, then?” I mutter, my voice shaky.
“Oh, you’re not a guest, but an intruder.” He says, his eyes skim down my body and back to lock with my own, “A very sexy one, but still. I can’t let you go without facing consequences for what you did.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll have to pay for entering my house without my permission.” He says, and explains, “I’ll punish you for what you did.”
My face flush, instantly. I look away unable to hold his stare. My body responds in a more embarrassing way. There’s a strange wave of heat that rushed between my thighs, and I squeeze them tight to hide it. I don’t know why I feel that way, but I know I shouldn’t. Yet, his presence makes my thighs tremble, and my slit becomes suspiciously wet…
“I’m Hunter.” He says, watching me intently, “What’s your name, angel?”
“What do you care?!” I snap, trying to hide how I really feel, still struggling with my awakening desire.
“I need to know whose little ass I’m going to punish now.” He replies with a dark grin on his gorgeous lips.
I know he kissed me, as I still feel the taste of his lips on mine. Instead of being embarrassed and angry, I feel like I want him to do it again.
“I’m Lily,” I mutter and look up at him, “And I’m not the only wrongdoer here.”
“Really?” He tilts his head, his eyes narrow as he fixes me with his intense gaze.
“Yes. You stole a kiss while I was sleeping.” I breathe, feeling my cheeks turning red. “I believe we’re even now, and you should keep the punishing for some other time.”
“I had to kiss you. See, I wanted to check if you’re pretending to be asleep. So, I was right because you remember me kissing you.” Hunter explains, reaching to cup my chin. “Now, don’t you try to distract me, my dear. I’m still going to punish you, and when I’m done you’ll be begging to get another kiss, I promise.”
He’s such a big man. Huge. He’s intimidating. And he’s driving me crazy. His deep voice and intense gaze, they send my mind spinning around one thing; to get his mouth and hands on my lips and body, and I know I’ll let him do anything to me…
Chapter 4
Hunter
I watch her lying in my bed with her wrists tied up to the wrought iron headboard just the way they’re supposed to be. I want her there, naked, trembling in anticipation and… fear. My erection twitches in my pants, bulging against the rough denim, and I hold back a groan of animalistic lust.
I was waiting for her, I realize. All these years, dedicated to hard work and survival in mountains on my own, I was waiting for her. She makes me complete, and I wish she feels the same way. I know right now she hates me and… wants me more than anything, against her will.
I can tell that by the way she crosses her thighs each time my hungry gaze lingers on her perfect bottom. I bet she’s wetter than the frosty lake outside, and hotter than lava in the mountain’s depths. Somehow, she has this effect on me from the very moment I saw her, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Soon, I’ll have my hands and mouth all over her lush body…
She knows now, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. I turn away and walk to a dresser opposite the bed. I can hear her soft moan, and the rustle of sheets as she’s squirming in bed, straining against the ropes. I know how to tie a knot, and she will learn quickly there’s no way to escape…
Without looking back, I pull a long riding crop out of the top drawer. I know she’s curious, craning her neck and trying to sneak a glance at what I’m holding in my hands. I don’t want to make her wait any longer, so I turn to her.
“Are you- are you going to use this?” She gasps, her eyes wide open in surprise.
“Yes, I am.” I say, stepping closer, “I know you’ve never been punished before. That’s why you think that it’s okay to break into people’s homes at night… I’ll teach you a lesson, so you stop being such a little brat-,”
“Do it, then,” She utters, panting as her baby blues lock with mine.
She’s so deliciously sexy when she’s angry. I made her wait and she’s pissed. Her gorgeous breasts are heaving, and her pouty lips part as she takes quick shallow breaths, waiting.
I trace the leather tip of the crop across her lips, and move lower all the way down to her ripe breasts. She gasps when I whip her pert nipples lightly, teasing her. They become hard, sticking out like tiny cherries and I instantly want to pop them into my mouth one after the other.
I know she wouldn’t mind if I do that, but time hasn’t come yet. I want to make her sexy bits burn with desire… So I trace the crop tip lower to her soft belly and atop of the clean shaven mound between her thighs. She won’t open her thighs before me, so I return the crop to her breasts, and smack her harder.
“Don’t make me wait, Lily.” I utter, and she gasps when I call her by her name. “Spread your legs.”
She moans when I whip her a few more times, leaving the soft flesh of her breasts slightly reddened. I pretend like I’m going to reach between he thighs and part them with my hands, and she gives up.
Chewing on her lower lip,
she spreads her thighs. Not much, but just enough so I can take a glimpse of the sticky wetness pooling between her silky bits. This is all for me, I know it. I suck air between teeth, holding myself back from burying my face in her shaky little slit.
I trace the leather tip right between her thighs, slowly, drawing a moan of pleasure out of her parted lips. She’s squirming when I circle her pert clit; the leather is too rough for her sexy bits, but this is how it’s going to be until I’m done with her.
I whip her pussy once, and she crosses her thighs, writhing. Panting, Lily strains against the ropes, her thighs pressed together tightly with the leather crop stuck between.
“Do you want me to tie down your ankles too, Lily?” I raise my brow, and she shakes her head, taking a deep breath.
“No, please-,” She moans, watching me as I lean so close that my lips nearly touch her own.
“Then behave and keep them open.” I advise her, and she quickly nods.
Panting, she watches me as I sit back by her side, my hand roaming across the inner part of her thigh, nudging her to open more. She obeys, silently.
I brush her skin with the crop, moving slowly and then whip her lightly again. She squirms, crying out my name. I’m so hard right now, I can’t resist it anymore. I set the crop aside, and grab her thigh.
“You do like it, girl,” I utter, and run my fingers over her sexy bits, scooping her juices with my hand. “You’re wet already… Do you want me to fuck you hard, girl?”
She whimpers, nodding. I look into her eyes as I explore her tight little slit, moving my digits back and forth, teasing her more and more.
“Please-,” She moans, and thrusts her bottom up to meet my hand, shivering in anticipation. “I- I’ve never-,”
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