Nabbed in New Zealand

by Christine Edwards

  “So, do you ever hunt here, Judge?”

  “If I’m at the pad for an extended stay and supplies are low, I may hunt the occasional rabbit or red buck. Really though, it’s not in me to kill animals for sport. Never had much of a taste for it. It’s a different story if I need to eat, though.”

  The trail is beginning to take on a treacherous look as the incline increases to a steep descent. He slows our pace and moves me behind him.

  “Here, brace yourself on my waist so you don’t slip or pitch forward, all right? Bloody steep and slippery as fuck out here. Don’t want you to fall.”

  “Gotcha.”

  We slowly crunch our way down the high trail. My hands are tightly gripping his down coat at the sides and the snow is so deep that it’s nearly hitting the top of my shin-high boots. It’s quite a workout, with the effort it takes to make it down the steep incline. We are both breathing hard, as though we’ve just skied down a black diamond slope.

  By the time the wide wall of his back suddenly stops I can feel sweat starting to trickle down my neck. His hand drops down to his side to clasp mine as he gently pulls me around to his left.

  A small gasp escapes my lips as I stare ahead at the sparking, deep blue lake before us, framed by a large clearing. It’s breathtaking in its solitude and tranquility.

  I’m utterly transfixed by the beauty of the lone lake and ask softly, “It amazing. Doesn’t it freeze?”

  “Oh it will, and soon. With the temps below freezing at night, this lake will be frozen solid within the next fifteen days. Pretty, eh, petal?”

  I turn to face him and tilt my head up. “You’re right. It’s gorgeous.”

  He steps behind me and melds his body to my back while encircling my chest with his long arms. We stare out in silence for a long time. I’m curiously comfortable in his embrace.

  A large hand reaches out to run slowly through my hair.

  He whispers slowly, “So soft. So pretty. The color of blackest midnight. Amazing.” His voice is quiet, almost contemplative, as his gentle fingers work their way through the long strands.

  I should be frightened, but in the deepest recesses of my primal mind, heightened arousal begins to uncoil. I turn in his arms, facing him, wanting him to kiss me.

  A husky, low voice cuts through the winter air. “Gorgeous indeed, petal. Now give me those fine lips of yours.”

  I suck in a breath and lift my chin slightly as his mouth descends to claim mine. Full, warm lips, so dominant and consuming, press firmly against mine. I’m vaguely aware that my hands have reached up to caress the sides of his silky hair. A slick tongue delves into my mouth and entwines with mine. His skill is stunning. He is forceful yet always under control. The need, the passion we have for each other is undeniable.

  As the intense make-out session progresses, my breathing is irregular at best and nearly stops altogether as both of his wide palms sneak under my coat to grip my jean-clad ass.

  I pull back slightly as I’m lifted straight up into the air.

  “Wha—”

  “Hush girl. Wrap your legs around me.”

  Mmmm ….

  I wrap my legs around his waist as he effortlessly holds me suspended. Oh God. I feel his massive erection pulsing against my crotch through the seam of his jeans. He’s so unbelievably sexy ….

  “Mmm ... Judge.” I moan in a soft voice. I push my body tighter against his, grinding my hips against his and aching badly. I’ve dreamt about moments like this.

  He holds me so tightly against his upper body that we are nearly crushed together as he purrs, “Hell yeah, baby, that’s so fucking it.”

  We continue to explore each other’s mouths as time hangs suspended. I’m so hungry for him that I’m nearly mindless with lust. Please don’t let this end, is all I can think as, too soon, he gently sets me back down.

  He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I can’t wait to see how wet I’ve made you. Back to the house now, girl.”

  Am I really considering allowing this complicated man have his wicked way with me? I must have lost my mind in the wilds of New Zealand because this is sheer madness. It’s also a once in a lifetime, down and dirty opportunity …. My decision is made. I’m going for this.

  Chapter Eight

  ***

  Home Again

  The air is charged with electricity as we make our way back to his chalet-style home. Our conversation is kept to a minimum; however, the underlying current of passion is thick. By the time we reach the downstairs door my excitement is paramount. I have serious doubts that I will ever again meet someone who can bring my wildness to the surface the way Judge has.

  It’s now or never. I know that I’ve made the right decision. The exertion of the hike has us both breathing hard. In silence, he unzips our coats and replaces both weapons in their locked case. Threading his warm fingers though mine, he leads me to the staircase and I obediently follow.

  We reach the top of the stairs and enter his spacious living room. He turns and stares down into my eyes. “Come here, Valla. I want to speak with you on the sofa. I want you to sit in my lap like the good girl I know you are.”

  Here we go ….

  I lower myself into his wide lap. His warmth is comforting and I can’t resist snuggling up against his broad chest. Once I’m settled and as relaxed as I can be under these circumstances, he pushes my hair back away from my neck and leans down to inhale my scent. It’s an incredibly possessive move that leaves my pussy once again clenching with abject need.

  Quietly, he explains to me, “Valla, as you are well aware, I’m a Dominant. I am not into freaky shit that inflicts lasting marks or physical and psychological damage. That level of dominance is left for the hardcore Sadists.”

  Sadists? My mind whirls with gruesome thoughts of cattle prods and men in scary, full leather masks. My heart rate speeds up in genuine trepidation but I continue to listen intently.

  “The dominant nature in me is turned inside out with lust when I give you commands in bed that you, of course, sweetly follow, showing both honesty and respect. And petal, I know that this arouses you, too. I see your obvious reactions to my verbal cues and touch. Do you admit to this?”

  I fidget with my fingers for a moment before saying breathlessly, “Yes, you’re right.”

  “Good. Then we’re in agreement.” His face brightens and his full lips meld into a sinful smile. “Remember your safe word as we begin to play, all right?”

  “I have it.”

  Oh God .... I’m nearly panting. Finally ....

  His voice deepens to a low baritone as he speaks against my cheek. “Now stand and slowly strip your clothes off for me. We are headed for a session in the hot tub, petal.”

  “All right, Judge.”

  I stand on shaky legs and reach for the delicate buttons on my sweater as I hear, “No, no, petal. From this moment forward you will address me as ‘Sir’ during any form of play. Understood?”

  What?

  My eyes widen as he crosses his brawny arms, waiting patiently for my respectful answer. I swallow hard and respond sincerely, “Yes, Sir.”

  ***

  The hot, bubbling water swirls around our nude bodies as we sit in the glorious hot tub, which rests on a front corner of the deck and offers sweeping views of the mountain. When I mentioned that I didn’t have a swimsuit, he laughed, saying that there was, “Definitely no need for togs way up here.” Cute.

  Eager anticipation courses hotly through my blood. The attraction between us is natural and animalistic. “There’s simply no way it gets better than this. It’s a dream.” I sweep my hand through the air, indicating our private surroundings. Something flashes in his eyes. Pride, perhaps?

  A long arm snakes around my waist and pulls me across the water to him. A healthy amount sloshes over the side and steam pours off the top of the water, rolling over the steep side of the deck. I land with a squeal on his lap. Artists would fight for a chance to paint this body. The golden brown ta
n seems so natural, as though he has spent his life shirtless. His physique is thick with muscle, toned tight and hard like a prize-fighter’s. I’ve never seen such wide shoulders and a broad chest.

  There’s a light dusting of dark hair between his pale brown nipples. It leads in a delicious trail down his hard, rippled stomach and much lower …. Unfortunately he dropped down into the water before I had the opportunity for a full frontal view. Damn. I can’t wait to see what he has going on down below ….

  His voice rumbles against my ear, “No, petal, it certainly doesn’t get any better than this. But the view is not the dream. You are, my beauty.”

  Sparks ignite within my chest. I want to hit a pause button because I could savor this moment forever.

  There is liquid heat between us, like warm body oil. As he positions me sideways on his lap I let out a startled gasp, “Whoa!” His steely erection presses urgently against my ass.

  Barking out a laugh he says, “I thought the same thing when I saw you clad in that kinky outfit, your fine form laid out across my lap last night like a sexy offering. Now look up, little one, and give me those sugar sweet lips of yours.”

  Yum.

  He begins to alternate between light kisses and deep tongue sweeps while his hand moves with confidence across my slick breasts, rubbing intently with light pinches that are interspersed with measured, almost rough fondling. My nipples are hard as granite as he begins a relentless session of harder tweaks and firm tugs on first one and then the other pink nub. I nearly come undone as a helpless little moan of need escapes me.

  “That’s right, petal, moan nice and hard for me.”

  Damn, that is so unbelievably hot!

  I let out a strained cry, “Yes, Sir.”

  What a surreal turn on. The way he verbalizes his desires has hit the bull’s-eye, targeting my innermost longing.

  I let out a long, low whimper, louder this time as my left tiny bud is rolled harder to the point of mild pain. He holds me captive against him with an unyielding arm banded around my waist. The feeling of helplessness coupled with his dominance gives me the most intense experience I have ever had with a man, bar none.

  His rigid cock is pulsing beneath me now and I worry that I’ll never be able to fit him inside of me. The men I’ve been with have all been average or on the large side, yet from the feel of it, this stunner is in the mega category. I reach down and slide my palm against the velvety heat.

  He jerks a bit. “Petal ….” A strained warning growl erupts from deep within Judge’s chest but I’m feeling mischievous and continue teasing his fine cock.

  The imposing diameter is almost too large to span with my hand, certainly the biggest cock I’ve encountered. For some reason I think of a baseball bat, but that is too extreme, of course. I’m fearful of it, along with all these new, confusing emotions swirling inside me. But I’ve come too far to turn back. I must know what he’s like. I have to have him.

  Without warning, he pulls us up out of the water as I throw my arms around his corded neck, suspended by his strong arms as he rapidly takes us the few steps across the snowy deck toward the warmth of the blazing living room fire. I’m placed back down onto my bare feet and stand before him, naked and dripping wet. He turns swiftly to shut the cold out. His body is so perfect that I gasp and nearly lose my balance. I could watch him forever. Turning from the door, he heads toward the fireplace and throws three more logs onto the low fire.

  My eyes fly open wide as I stare at his marred back, now fully exposed to me. Fuck, oh fuck!

  I gasp before eking out, “Judge!” Deep, horrific slashing scars cover the majority of his upper back. It looks like a Ninja went psycho on him with a Katana blade. Whatever happened to this man must have caused terrible trauma. The pain must have been unimaginable.

  What, or who, could have done that to him?

  He freezes for a few seconds before rolling his thick shoulders back and turning to face me once again. “I’ll make you a deal, eh? Let’s explore what we’ve begun and I promise to give you all the gory details a bit later, all right then?”

  I breathe out hesitantly and nod. “All right, Sir.”

  “Now tell me why you’re about to receive a punishment.”

  I look down, cheeks blazing, knowing full and well where I messed up. “I— I was rude to you at breakfast. I’m very sorry.”

  “You’re very sorry … what?”

  “I’m very sorry, Sir.”

  The needy throbbing increases to the point that I have to shift onto each leg, trying to relieve the mounting ache that has been near constant since my wicked fireside spanking session.

  A masculine chuckle cuts through the air. “You’ll learn soon enough, sugar, that I can give you unimaginable pleasure, but only if you behave for me.”

  I watch him leave the room and disappear momentarily into another part of the house that I’ve yet to explore. Not thirty seconds pass before he comes back into full view, breathtakingly naked and holding something glinting and swaying from his index finger … jewelry?

  His voice is commanding in its depth. “Sit down on the middle of the sofa.” As I take a few steps toward the twin leather sofas, eyes never leaving his face, he points to one in particular. “Yes, that one, facing the fire.”

  I comply immediately.

  Slowly he instructs me, “Now offer me both of your breasts. Sincerely, please, petal.”

  Cupping the undersides, I lift them up for his use. My eyes are riveted to what I now realize are silver nipple clamps balancing on that calloused finger. There are three delicate chains of varying lengths dangling off each of them. I’m more curious than apprehensive, wondering how they will feel latched onto me.

  “Very attractive, petal. Now hold still, girl.”

  The clamp is slowly attached first to my left breast before he makes quick work of the already taut right bud. It’s obvious that he’s familiar with them because his placement is spot on. I sink my teeth down into my lower lip, awaiting a rush of pain. After a second, I realize that they are snug but not too unbearable. Yet. What is torturous, however, is the throbbing ache between my legs. It’s like a strong piston of pressure that is working to reach an explosive goal.

  “Spread your knees open as wide as they will go.”

  I tense up and freeze. He’s never seen me there. I’m nervous about giving him a full frontal view. I’m shy by nature. How can I possibly pull this off?

  He moves with startling speed, those big hands prying my legs wide open in an instant.

  “Oooh!”

  Twin sharp slaps rain down on the sensitive skin of each upper thigh, leaving distinct red palm prints.

  “Wha-what was that for!” I snap my legs closed and catch myself at the tail end of my disrespectful question. Too late. Shit!

  He folds his muscular arms tight across his expansive chest and narrows his piercing blue eyes into slashes. “Adding to your punishment already, petal? You’ll learn that I’m a thorough Dom. You’re not going to get away with any bullshit with me, woman. Best you follow my instructions and save yourself from additional reprimands. Now, spread those creamy thighs again and show me that luscious little pussy of yours.”

  I about come undone at his velvety voice, so sure and stern. Reaching shaky fingers to the top of my knees, I ever so slowly spread them out until my legs are stretched as wide as my body will allow.

  He stares at my core with ferocious intensity as if he wants to devour me. Oh hell yes, he must love what he sees. I’m already wet, eager for his everything.

  “Touch your pussy. Please yourself as if you were the only one in the room. Show me how you like it, petal.”

  I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone, only alone in the dark covered by my duvet. The very idea has my heart thundering in my chest.

  I want this. I want to show him my hedonistic side.

  Feeling powerful in my sexiness, I lavishly lick my index finger, giving him a good show, and twirl my tongue several
times to be certain that it’s nice and slick before bringing it down between my spread legs. I lightly sweep up my dripping lips to brush through the small, trimmed area of silky ebony hair that rests at the top. On the second pass, a downward sweep this time, I press firmly against my pink clit.

  “Ungh ….” My ass rises slightly off the leather, searching for more sensation. In a daze, I watch Judge. He is so tense that it seems like he’s about to self-combust. I decide to give him more of a visual treat and bring my hand back to my open mouth, sucking on two fingers as if they were coated in creamy frosting.

  He doesn’t say a word, only watches me with those sublime eyes of his. He wants a show? Here I go …. I lower my hand and move right for my clit, this time swirling three times. The push of pleasure makes me writhe back and forth on the black sofa. I feel the chains of the clamps swaying across my breasts. Oh fuck yeah …. The sensation ramps me up for sure.

  “Finger yourself. Use only one.” His low, measured baritone voice is heavy with lust, and his accent makes his voice guttural, nearly unintelligible.

  I watch him through half-lowered lashes as I gently push my finger into my little sheath. After I give a few small pumps he growls, “Another, petal. Use two now. Show me how you like to use them on that perfect little cunt.”

  His authoritative voice causes warm pleasure to spread through me, making me gasp. I stare at his arousal; it is so hard that it’s straining out before his spread legs. I’m close … my body is tensing and tightening up, ready to let go. My pussy clenches around my fingers, striving for the fullness I’ve been longing for. Just a few more strokes ….

  “Now stop.” Curt, direct.

  Nooooo!

  My hand stills and moves away immediately. I want to please him.

  He drops down to his knees on the black and scarlet red rug before me. He leans in close to gaze at my pussy, a wicked grin crossing his pink lips.

  “Oh yeah, baby, you’re nice and wet. I want it all from you, every last drop, but not yet, girl. Now turn around and place your forearms on the back of the sofa. Present that tight little ass for your punishment.”