by Selena Kitt
He swatted her right cheek with his hand. “Silence!”
Oh, yes! Biting down on her tongue, she fought down the pleasure sounds as he lubed her hole and inserted a finger. He moved it side-to-side before thrusting in and out. Her muscles flexed, aching to move with him. His tongue ran up her flesh as another finger entered her. Sweet heaven! She bucked. He fucked her slow and steady. Heat swarmed through her and perspiration beaded on her back. Her clit ached and she wanted to beg him to touch it when her belly jumped as she clenched his fingers with a sudden orgasm. “Oh, master,” she let slip. He smacked her again, harder.
Another finger gave her fullness similar to his cock. The sensations shot through her she let her head fall back against the air. She attempted to grasp the leather strap so she could give herself leverage to thrust with him, but her sweaty palms caused them to slip.
With his other hand, he ran his fingers through her drenched pussy, rubbing the swollen, bare flesh. She pressed her teeth together until they hurt. His thumb entered her tunnel, but didn’t move while he found her nub with his fingers and circled the sensitive tip.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she screamed.
Max moved away from her so fast, she groaned. He hit her cheeks hard enough to make her wince. Did it again, and after five hard smacks he stopped.
“Status?”
“Rosy, master.”
“You want more, love?”
“Please, master.”
“Twenty. Count.” He hit dead center catching both cheeks and she counted out until they reached twenty.
“Status, love.”
“Rosy, master.”
She heard the zipper of his jeans and knew he was undressing. It excited her. She loved fucking him outdoors. No one lived near enough to hear them or see them.
He moved to her front and flicked her clit with his tongue before drawing it between his soft lips. Her breasts rose and fell as her eyes closed. If she could, she’d hold his head tight against her and let herself go over the edge as he rarely allows.
She jerked when he let her go and blew on the wet, hot flesh. His tongue snaked below it into the wet come running from her core. He licked and lapped, drinking her nectar.
Thrusting several fingers in her at once, she squirmed with the need for action. Again, she tried to grab the leather straps. She bit down on her lips as she finally got it and used her strength to pull herself up and down on his fingers. He didn’t try to stop her. He sucked her clit and her breathless panting hitched. He stopped and moved away. She watched him remove the rope from its hook and lay down on the soft grass beneath her. He lowered her down onto his cock. She blew out, loving the feel of his eight inch thick meat slipping into her. Part of her relaxed once she met his flesh, part of her wanted to ride him hard and fast.
Using the ropes, he controlled her movements, raising and lowering her on his erection.
Eryn watched his face, his eyes as they closed. He thrust faster, yanking the ropes faster and faster. Sparks shot up through her, her body quivering for more. Her breath came out in pants mixing with his moans. She gripped him with her inner muscles, wanting to tighten with her thighs. It exhilarated her, being unable to do what she wanted. “More, don’t stop,” she panted, disobeying his silence rule.
Max lost his grip and pulled on the secure rope while attempting to gain control of the other. Eryn cried out, “Cornflower.” Excruciating pain shot through her shoulder.
Max immediately dropped the ropes and reached for her and within seconds had her free of the straps. He pulled her down to him, caressing, crooning, “I’m sorry, love.”
She groaned and tried to move to make herself more comfortable, and he let her do what she needed. Moving to his side on her knees, she held her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He was up and checking her out before she could meet his eyes and beg him to forgive her.
“It’s not dislocated, but I might have pulled a muscle.” He cupped her face, lifting it. “I’m so, so sorry, Eryn.” With his thumbs, he wiped tears from her cheek.
“It’s my fault. I spoke and distracted you. Also, I stiffened instead of grabbing on to the strap and moving with it.”
“Let’s get you inside.” He lifted her into his arms and she cuddled against him.
He set her on the couch near the fire and wrapped an afghan around her. “I’ll get some oil and rub it out for you.”
Eryn moved to the floor and hoped she hadn’t done too much damage to herself. She really wanted the weekend to make up for the week apart. Rubbing her shoulder, Max came over and handed her a mauve colored pill. She hated taking anything, but a pain reliever might not be a bad idea in this case. She swallowed with the water he handed her and then watched him spread out one of their yoga mats and lay an open sleeping bag over it for softer padding. She lay out on her stomach, biting her lip. He moved her arm out from her side and she couldn’t hold back the groan.
“Sorry, baby.”
She heard him rub oil between his hands before spreading it over her tender flesh. He pressed, moving in circles from her neck down her arm and over her shoulder blade.
His hands glided down her spine and back up, working out to her sides and down over her ass. As he worked out the soreness, she found herself relaxing and the primal need began to return. His gentleness fed her rising desire. “Rosy, master. Please,” she said as she raised her rear.
He leaned over her, whispering next to her ear, “Baby, not tonight. You need to rest the shoulder.”
“It happened, it’s over. I’m good right here.”
He moved from her and she waited patiently, knowing he’d have to change gears. He’d never be all right with her getting hurt during play, but it rarely happened.
Firm hands opened her thighs and his breath fanned her aroused skin. The tip of his tongue ran up the slit of her pussy penetrating and exciting her. Flexing her toes and pushing her legs up off the floor as she swallowed the moans gurgling in her throat, Eryn fell into a cloud of sensuous comfort. Balling the flannel in her hand, she smiled as he lapped at her juices.
Max swirled his tongue around her inner lips before heading up her crack where he bit her ass cheek. She gasped and reared up for more.
Eryn flinched out of reflex more than pain when his hand came down hard on her ass. She counted to herself since he didn’t ask for a count, and when he reached twelve and stopped, she was panting and grinding her hips into the floor. The fire in her clit burned through her head-to-toe. Her cavern ached for his cock. Tightening her fingers on the cloth to prevent herself from reaching down and burying them in her pussy, she fought the urge to scream out the glorious pleasure.
“Twenty. Count, love,” he said, his voice husky with his own desire.
“One ass swat,” she said, being a smart ass.
The next one was harder. “Oh, master,” she sighed. “Two sweet ass swats.” She grinned when the next came down harder in punishing reward. Clawing at the floor, breathless and silently begging to be fucked, she rocked her hips. The fabric beneath her hips became wetter with her juices. Her heart pounded, her hips rotated and she strained, wanting to ease the suffering.
When she reached eighteen, she couldn’t hold back the orgasm. Heat enveloped her body as she tensed and convulsed through the sweet haze.
Max pulled her backward and up over his thighs before plunging into her trembling cavern. She tried to push herself up for self-gratifying thrusting back on his cock, but her shoulder couldn’t handle the weight. The unattended punishment of having him pound her while she couldn’t reciprocate had her mouth watering with new hunger. Unstrapped and incapable—wow…shivers raced through her as flexing wet muscles massaged swollen, hot flesh. Panting, eyes closed, she growled out, “Hot dam.” He smacked her ass. “Oh, god damn, don’t stop,” she begged when her clit screamed and shudders racked her lower body.
Chapter 3
He stopped whacking her and grabbed her waist, grunting as he shot his
load into her. She tried to wrap her ankles behind him, but all she could manage was to dig into his cheeks and pull him closer. She moaned as the motion put pressure on her clit and had him trembling against her.
Falling forward, Max’s hands landed next to her shoulders. “Damn amazing,” he mumbled.
His words and the wisps of his breath sent another set of spasms through her. He moved to her side, caressing her back. Reaching up with her hand, she laid it against his beating heart.
“I’m going to turn on the hot tub and start the grill,” he said.
“Mmm,” was all she managed as he pushed himself up from the floor.
“Don’t fall asleep, love,” he said.
Eryn smiled, but lay with her eyes closed, basking in the sleepy fog. Well, until the dull throb of her shoulder penetrated, making the thought of the hot tub sound pretty good.
It wasn’t easy getting herself up off the floor, but she managed and headed around the outer perimeter of the cabin, taking in the scent of charcoal lighter. Max wasn’t in sight, but he often took a stroll in the woods. Holding her arm close to her body, she climbed the steps and eased down into the churning water. It hadn’t quite warmed up yet, but the coolness was welcomed at the moment. She settled down in her corner and laid her head back, letting her body relax.
The water slowly warmed and acted like a drug encompassing her. She yawned then smiled as a gentle breeze caressed her face. She opened her eyes and watched the god of mythical gods step down and cross to her. Gray-blue eyes looked back at her as he planted his hands on either side of her.
“Stand down.” He nipped the corner of her mouth. “Let me be your lover tonight.”
“Not necessary,” she breathed while he skimmed her injured shoulder.
“Tonight it is.” He pulled up and gazed at her. “I don’t want to hurt you any further.”
Damn, he was so sweet. Eryn caressed his cheek. “There’s no real damage to my shoulder.”
“For tonight, we go vanilla.”
He captured her mouth with gentle hunger, teasing arousal from her before he backed off. “I’m going to put the steaks on,” he whispered.
* * * *
Eryn stood at the stove frying fish for their breakfast. She hadn’t really felt like running down to the lake to catch it when she awakened, but fixing Max’s favorite breakfast was important to her. He’d felt raunchy for hurting her and she wanted him to know she forgave him even though there was nothing to be forgiven for. And she wanted him to him to know the weekend should go on as planned.
She heard footsteps as he came from the bedroom and straightened to hide the pain in her shoulder. “Good morning, sir. Did you sleep well?”
His arms came around her and he nuzzled her neck, nipping with his lips. He smelled wonderful, fresh from a shower and wearing her favorite spiced cologne. “Status, love.”
“Rosy, master.” She insisted on handling what he dealt today which was why she’d taken two of the wretched pills after she’d cleaned the fish and showered. Most of her body needed her to handle it.
“Biscuits and veggie taters?”
His breath fanned her cheek; she shivered with desire. “In the oven, sir.”
“Good deal, love.”
“Sir, there’s a storm moving in.” She glanced over her shoulder when he moved away. Max disappeared through the doorway, but not before she gave his ass an appreciative smile. How she loved him in butt-hugging jeans. Thank God Wrangler made Rustlers, because he wasn’t made for their maker. Returning to the fish, she turned it over then moved off to pour juice and coffee. Sounds drifted in from the living room and her heart accelerated in hopes he was setting up the inclined bench she loved. Tempted to peek and take the punishment if he caught her, her better sense said no. It wouldn’t be worth burning the fish over. She plated the food and called out, “On the table, sir.”
He returned and sat without a word. She watched him cut the filets into bits and mix into the diced potatoes with peppers, celery and tomatoes. When he finally put a fork into his mouth, his eyes met hers. Her breath caught as if they’d just met or married and he was trying her cooking for the first time. Beautiful eyes smiled at her while he chewed and swallowed.
“Fabulous, love.”
She sighed. “Free to speak, sir?”
“Please.”
“I love you.” For some reason, she felt the sting of tears. The week’s emotions were piling on her; that had to be it. She hated being apart from him.
He stood and she saw the natural bulge in his jeans had grown. When he stopped beside her and turned her chair, she had no idea what he intended to do. Until he kneeled, opening her thighs.
“Breakfast needs one little touch to make it perfect.”
Max proceeded to pull her hips forward and bury his tongue between the folds of her pussy. She relaxed back, her fingers running through his still damp hair. “Oh, where was this at one this morning when I was going crazy?” she whispered. She lifted a leg and let it rest on the corner of the table. “Oh, baby,” she crooned when he circled over her clit.
He sat back, running his tongue over his lips. A mischievous smile formed.
Chapter 4
Eryn realized he wasn’t going to finish what he started and it made her hotter.
“Still love me,” he asked.
“Damn right, I do.” She yanked Max to her and planted her mouth on his, hungrily devouring him. When his arms started to draw her down to him, she broke contact. “Go eat. You’ll need your strength.”
He chuckled and returned to his seat.
Rain pelted against the window over the sink. “It’s like a cloak, giving us a cozy atmosphere,” she commented.
“Eat up, love.”
She smirked loving how he easily switched back into master-sub mode. “Yes, sir.”
With only the rain talking, Eyrn was content to forgo further conversation. Anything that would move along time when she could feel some leather, maybe earn a spanking or two throughout the day. It’d been a while since she craved it like she did now. It was his fault. Ok, so it was his bosses fault, she admitted as she scooped up a piece of the fish. He should train someone else to work on the darn hospital system instead of sending Max off to Boston to fix it every damn time.
Max finished and put his plate in the sink and left her to the thoughts in her head. She knew he’d wait for her to clean up with patience, but then he’d turn on the big, bad, master mode. The knowing made her smile.
* * * *
With anticipation, she walked into the living room and stood waiting for instructions. Her breasts rose and fell as she eyed the bench. A slow throb began in the flesh between her thighs.
“Position,” Max said with firmness.
Eryn walked over and straddled the bench, laying forward. Biting down on her tongue when her shoulder protested, she forced it to relax, thankful she didn’t have the full force of gravity at the forty-five degree angle.
He approached and cuffed her wrists and ankles to the legs. “Status?”
“Rosy, sir.” Swallowing, she hoped he hadn’t picked up on the slight hint of pain she’d heard in her voice. The shoulder needed time to adjust, not babied. She certainly hadn’t babied it when she went fishing, or cleaned and filleted the slimy critter.
He lifted the hem of her shirt over her ass and ran a finger through the achy slit. No play, no insertion to tease her further. She waited when he left her. Half the fun was waiting, not knowing what he might do next. The possibilities were endless. He knew she’d lay there wondering if he’d insert a vibrator and strap it down, tease with feathers or flogger if her hips so much as twitched with excitement.
The mere thought of it had her thigh muscles twitching. Her clit throbbed.
She jumped when cold metal met her heated pussy. Ben-wa balls were pushed into her tunnel; her heartbeat accelerated. She felt her brow furrow from holding in the sounds of pleasure. Inner muscles gripped on their own, causing the steel ball
s to click and vibrate. Clenching her teeth, her breath came out in a hiss.
“Status?”
Eryn swallowed. “Rosy, sir.”
She let her eyes close and concentrated on not moving, not groaning, but the wetness building beneath her groin coupled with the intense need to thrust had her fingers tightening around the straps. It put pressure on the sore muscles, but she bit her tongue and turned her mind inward. A trick she learned many years ago before she felt the freedom of open self-gratification. Mentally, she pushed her thighs together and tightened the flesh around her clit. Releasing and tightening, she felt need crawl down her legs. She jerked. It lay just beneath the surface.
The whir and crack penetrated about the time the whip tail met her ass.
“Stop!”
“Oh,” she moaned, giving herself another squeeze. The whip came again and air whooshed from her lungs. She pressed her hips into the leather, trying to grind her nub against it. She was too close to stop. The whip came down again and she rose up, then down. “Give it to me,” she begged.
Nothing. A moment later, she heard the latch release and her arm moved. She watched him kneel on the side she faced. His expression smoldered with darkness, but remained unreadable. He moved her down so her hips hung off the end of the bench and straps came around her thighs, holding spread apart. Latching her arm straps in their new place, he was not gentle in the pull on her arms to tighten them.
With her hearing, she followed his footsteps from the room, yet it did no good for her to be alone. She was incapable of helping herself off in this position.
Max returned and she assumed from where he stopped, he was coiling the whip to strike again.
“Count!” he ordered.
The whip cracked and snapped across her ass. “One,” she counted and relaxed her cheek into the bench.
By the time she hit twenty counts, she wasn’t sure if the fluid coming from her was an abundance of cum or she emptied her bladder. What she did know was that if he didn’t help satisfy her soon, she was going to combust.
