by Maren Smith
Glancing up, he could see she was close. Sweet little Lauren, the woman who had so willfully defied him about eating lunch, and the one who had yielded so beautifully to her punishment, was now reduced to a wet, writhing mess before him. “Come for me, Lauren,” he ordered, his gaze falling back to the swollen lips of her pussy. “Come for me now.”
She gasped, arching her back and straining, as though her body had actually heard his command and was about to obey it. “Oh, fuck!” Her scream was strained, and her body stilled with it, holding her in some sort of ecstatic suspension before she plummeted. As the weight of the climax rolled over her, the muscles of her sex clenched around his fingers, and she flooded his face with hot arousal.
Blake stayed with her, riding her orgasm until her cries had settled into contented whimpers. Miss Roberts, it seemed, had been truly satisfied.
Chapter Thirteen
By the time Lauren had caught her breath, Blake had fetched a condom from his pocket and was sliding the sheath over his pulsating manhood. She eyed the veiny head, as though she was hungry to taste him, but that would have to wait. Blake ached to fill her up, and within a moment, he was right there with her, his arms braced on either side of her torso, as he positioned himself over her slick entrance.
“Do you want this, Lauren?” His voice was strained as he sought her consent for the final time.
She arched her back, writhing in his restraints as she answered him. “God, yes,” she gasped in response, “yes, Sir!”
He offered her a smoldering smile, then one hand shifted as he guided his shaft into her wetness. Balancing on only his left arm, he pushed forward, feeling her tight channel around his needy crown. Oh, fuck, he mused, watching her eyelids flutter closed as the sensation overwhelmed her. She feels so fucking good.
Blake lowered himself over her body, sliding one arm past the restraint and moving strands of her honey hair from her face. He thrust deep inside Lauren, stretching her sweet pussy as he filled her balls deep. The guttural moans that escaped her made his cock even harder, and acting on instinct alone he leaned in to claim her mouth. His lips crashed over hers, his tongue demanding her possessively as his groin withdrew, before pressing himself back inside of her again. She was so warm, so wet, and so open for him. Blake drew in a breath, willing himself some composure before he blew his stack altogether.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, as his mouth pulled away.
Her body struggled against the rigidity of the bondage. It seemed the restraints suited Lauren very well. Something about being so restricted and so completely powerless to resist him had made her drenched with arousal. Blake gazed down at her, thrusting deep inside her entrance. Christ, she looks amazing this way, he thought. Definitely good enough to eat—again—and definitely one to keep… He stilled at the final thought, the idea startling him as he appraised her.
“Sir?” Her inquiring tone broke him from his carnal trance, and he offered her a sexy smile as his cock moved in reply. She groaned, her legs splaying wider to receive him. Lauren was as attractive as hell, bound and spread before him, and she felt incredible.
“You are amazing,” he purred over her as he slammed back between her thighs. “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he confirmed, thrusting into her with each new word.
She moaned at each blissful intrusion, apparently reveling in her submission to him.
Eyeing her face, he moved his weight forward, and his hands shifted to her bound right wrist and fiddled with the buckle there. Lauren wriggled beneath him, her eyes full of questions that never made it to her lips. As his fingers worked, his hips kept her pinioned to the bed, his hard length lodged deep inside her clenching pussy.
Within a few seconds, the buckle was unlocked, and Blake shifted his attention to her left wrist, and then finally the collared metal at her neck. He released each wrist gently, before finally withdrawing from her hot pussy altogether. Blake pulled the restraint from around her neck, and Lauren watched it go with an odd mixture of relief and sorrow. She eyed the thing as he cast it aside, and then surveyed him as he knelt before her, fisting his eager cock.
“Up and onto all fours,” he commanded, Blake’s own lust evident from his tone.
She scurried to obey, widening her legs and arching her back for Blake, offering herself to him. He speared her at once, the force of the first thrust making her cry out into the bedding. He’d fucked plenty of women this way before, but never had he experienced anything close to the intensity of this, and as he pulled away, she panted, twisting her head to look at him as he possessed her once again.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and she whimpered in response.
Blake screwed her that way for as long as he could muster, his cock filling up her wetness as deep as he could go, before withdrawing again. He savored every inch of her, watching her expression as best he could with each thrust. Half of her face was pressed against the bedding, but what he could make out showed her caught in the ecstatic torment of the moment; the yearning for each new thrust, and the intensity as it completed her. All too soon, he was right on the verge of his own orgasm, his arms shaking as the power of it coursed through him. As the need burgeoned to the point of climax, he fell forward, grunting as his balls tightened painfully and his seed erupted deep inside of her.
“Fuck,” he sighed. It was all he could manage as he pushed her body flat against the soft bedding.
“Mmmm,” she agreed, twisting her neck further to kiss the side of his stubble, which had landed next to her. “That was magnificent, Sir.”
She giggled at the admission, the sound making her seem much younger than she really was.
Blake lifted his head and his lips grazed over her hot skin. “You are magnificent,” he told her. “And I am going to spend the whole night making sure you know it.”
Chapter Fourteen
They snuggled together for a while, Blake’s hard body cocooning her as they both came down from their orgasmic highs. It was the first time anyone had ever made her feel that way during sex, the first time she’d been so carnally possessed, and yet cherished at the same time. Lauren was so ecstatic, floating on a cloud of excited contentment as he slipped from behind her.
“Blake, Sir?” she asked, shifting from her daydreams to watch his perfect body slide from the bed.
“Hush,” he told her, his blue eyes widening as he gave the order. “Stay right there.”
Lauren watched him leave the room, eyeing the gloriously honed orbs of his ass as he disappeared from her sight. Sighing happily, she collapsed against the bedding. She clenched the used muscles between her legs, her hands running over her heated backside. She’d been punished, fucked, and cuddled into this euphoric stupor, and she had no desire to leave it whatsoever.
For the first time, she began to notice the luxurious décor of the cabin. The place was gorgeous, but she’d barely even noticed it since she’d arrived. Her nerves at meeting Blake, and then their intense interaction had distracted her altogether, but now she took a moment to appreciate the place. The upstairs of the cabin was made from the same dark pine wood, but the interior was dressed in lush, expensive fabrics. This particular bedroom had a crimson theme, and every soft furnishing was a different shade of red, the hue warming the effect of the wood.
A sound at the entrance to the room roused her, and Lauren turned to find Blake naked at the doorway. “Come here, sweetheart,” he ordered sensually.
Just his tone made her pant, the arousal pooling directly between her thighs as she rose from the bed and skipped toward him. As she neared the entrance the smell of food captured her, her belly growling at the prospect. Blake had been right, she hadn’t eaten enough earlier and now she was hungry.
As though he had read her mind, he smiled down at her. “Ready to finish some of that pasta now?” His inquiry was polite enough, but the wry expression on his face made her fluster.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered him, dropping her gaze guiltily as she recalled just why she’d landed over B
lake’s lap in the first place. “Should I get dressed again?”
His eyes scanned over the swell of her curves, devouring them hungrily. “Absolutely not,” he concluded. “You eat, and I’ll light the fire. Then neither of us needs to get dressed.”
Lauren liked the sound of that, and together they left the bedroom. Blake reached for her left hand, sliding his long fingers between her own small digits as he guided her back down the stairs to the spacious living area. Her pasta had been reheated and smelled delicious. It was sitting on one of the small tables where they’d discussed rules earlier, so she sat cross-legged by it, shoveling forks of the hot food into her mouth as she watched him work. Blake built the fire quickly, adding a number of fresh logs until it was roaring wonderfully next to her. She eyed his perfect ass as he bent beside her, her gaze falling to his toned thighs as he concluded.
Turning, Blake caught sight of her expression. “Do you like what you see, Miss Roberts?” His smile was electrifying, sending pulses of energy directly to her clitoris.
She swallowed a forkful of pasta, ogling his chest as he crawled the short distance to where she was sitting. “Oh, yes, Sir,” she replied. “I most certainly do!”
He was on her as the sentence finished, his mouth claiming the side of her throat. Lauren groaned at the way his kisses made her feel. No man had ever inspired such lust in her before. Instinctively, she reached to place her bowl on the table in front of her. Blake deserved her full attention.
“No,” he commanded her between caresses. “You’re not quite finished yet.”
He lifted his head to eye the bowl in her hand, evaluating her performance. Her gaze joined his. She’d certainly done a good job, but there were at least two more mouthfuls of food in there yet.
“But, your kisses…” she began, exposing more of her neck to him as his mouth lowered to her nape once again. Each touch was like electricity through her body. Her nipples were like pebbles, and she shifted her weight, pressing her thighs together to relieve some of the burgeoning tension. “They’re too good.”
Blake’s chuckle was dark. “Then hurry up!” he admonished her playfully. “Once you’ve eaten, I get to devour you again…”
Lauren panted at his words, drawing the bowl toward her again. She pushed the remaining pasta into her mouth hurriedly, and all the while Blake’s ministrations never ceased. His lips caressed the side of her throat, nipping the sensitive flesh there gently as they passed back toward her shoulder. She moaned at the sensation, not sure how else to process the weight of the emotions he produced in her. By the time she’d finally finished, Blake was on her again, pulling her body down into the soft fibers of the rug below them. His hot, hard body pinioned her beneath him, her legs splaying naturally as his mouth devoured her collarbone.
“Oh, Blake,” she groaned, her lust evident in her breathy tone.
Just at that moment, her phone began to buzz again, the ringtone disrupting their sensual intimacy.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Lauren muttered, seemingly embarrassed at the interruption.
Blake shook his head, smiling as he rolled from her. “Go and answer it,” he suggested with a wry smile. “I’ll wait.”
She leapt up, skipping to her bag to find her phone. Just one look at the screen made anxiety spike in her, and she felt the color draining from her face. It was an unknown caller, and Lauren knew what that meant. It was him again…
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” called Blake from the fireside.
Lauren swallowed hard. She really didn’t want to have to go into all of this with Blake, and she definitely didn’t want to ruin this ambience between them, but these constant calls were starting to scare the shit out of her. “No,” she replied hurriedly. “It’s the same guy as earlier. He’ll just be chasing money, and look,” she paused, eyeing the phone as the ringing finally ceased, “he’s stopped calling now anyway.”
Blake raised a brow at her. “It’s none of my business, sweetheart,” he began, hoisting his muscular body up to his elbows, “but it seems like you’re a little frightened of this guy?”
She shook her head, but her mind was reeling. How could Blake know that, she wondered. It’s like the man was inside her head, and could preempt her every thought! “No, Sir,” she said, dropping her phone back into her bag as she sauntered back to his gorgeous body. “It’s nothing like that.”
He glanced up at her, his face telling her that he didn’t believe her façade. “You sure that’s the truth?” he asked, beckoning for her to join him again.
Lauren dropped to her knees in front of him, hoping her seductive smile would distract him. “Of course,” she cooed, reaching forward to trail one finger over his well-defined shoulders. “I just don’t want to ruin our time together, but if you think it’s best, then next time he calls, I’ll answer.”
Blake’s face was skeptical, and she wondered if he was going to buy her story. The truth was she was more than just a little afraid of Jack. He was the kind of guy who burned down people’s houses, rather than put them out, and she flushed as she admonished herself for getting caught up with a loser like that.
“Do that,” he instructed her softly. “Speak to the guy, and if you have any problems, then put me on and I’ll speak to him.” Blake’s tone lowered at the thought, and she shivered reflexively.
“I will,” she breathed.
“Okay,” Blake said at length.” “I just don’t like the idea of this guy intimidating you, that’s all, and that’s what I sense is going on here.”
Relief spread over her. “I know, Sir and thank you,” she answered him with a smile.
“Now, where were we?” he asked, and quick as a flash he pulled her down against his body, before rolling her back against the rug.
“Right here, Sir,” Lauren answered with a giggle.
He gazed down at her with intense eyes. “I’m glad you finally ate your meal, sweetheart,” he replied, his grin devilish.
Lauren squirmed beneath him. “I’m sorry about that,” she began, all too aware of his gaze burning into her face. “I don’t always eat as well as I should.”
“Hmm,” he replied, evidently unimpressed with her answer. “Well, that is going to change while we’re together, Lauren. We will be eating regular, healthy meals. Have you got that?”
She blinked up at Blake, this man who had been the center of her fantasies for so long. The idea that he wanted to control her was both infuriating and insanely hot, but she knew that he had her best interests at heart. “I’ve got it, Sir,” she responded, watching him as his face registered her reply.
“Good,” he told her, lowering himself down to plant a new trail of kisses at her chin. “There are only two rules, Lauren. If you can comply with them, then you’ll never need to be turned over my knee again.”
She panted at that, her mind clouded by his kisses. She didn’t want to deliberately piss him off, but somehow the idea of never being over Blake’s knee again filled her with regret. “But what if I want to be over your knee again?”
The words escaped her lips before she could censor them, and she gasped as his mouth stopped at her neck, his body straightening so he could look her in the eye. “Well,” he said, his tone deep and powerful. “If you want to be spanked again, then that’s not a problem. You need only ask. Your wish is my command!”
Blake laughed as he spoke, but his expression was intense, his eyes searing into her flushed flesh.
“You mean you don’t only spank as punishment?” she asked, her voice trembling at the inquiry.
“No, sweetheart,” he confirmed, stroking the rogue strands of fair hair away from her face. “Spankings can be fun, too. They can be whatever we want them to be.”
Lauren’s eyes sparkled at his explanation, the throb between her legs goading her. “I never realized,” she gasped, licking her lips at the idea. He could spank her as a penance, or for no reason at all. Why had she never thought of that before?
“You like the s
ound of that, huh?” he asked, his tone amused at her reactions. “Well, that’s good news, because there’s nothing I enjoy more than warming the backside of a gorgeous young lady.”
He hooked her right knee up, spreading her legs even wider as he drew it up beside them. Lauren groaned beneath him, her writhing body stimulating his already growing erection at her hip.
“Is this what you imagined, Lauren?” Blake’s voice was raspy as he gazed down over her. “When you bid for me at the auction, and won. Is this what you’d hoped for?”
Her eyes, which had closed as he’d spread her beneath him, fluttered open. She examined the stubble at his chin, and those handsome, masculine lines that formed his face. How many nights had she dreamt about that face, and how many times had she played with her needy pussy at the thought of it? And now, here he was, giving her exactly what she desired.
“More,” she murmured, the word bleeding from her mouth on reflex. “This is more than I could ever have hoped for, Sir. So much more…”
Chapter Fifteen
Her answer was like music to his ears, and as the admission escaped those beautiful lips, he’d heard enough. In her own way, Lauren was trying to tell him what she needed. He may be the dominant partner, but his authority didn’t exist without a woman like her to yield to him so wonderfully. Evidently, she had a lifetime of fantasies in mind, and he was more than happy to make them a reality for her, one deliciously debauch act at a time.
Blake moved so fast that she barely had any time to register the action. One moment he was leaning over her, holding her right leg firmly in place, and the next he was gone. Releasing her leg, he scooped her up from the rug and flipped her gently over his thighs. He devoured the look of the woman draped over him, and his hand swept over her delicious bottom.
