by E. Walsh
“What can I do to you?” he asked.
Raya turned to him, and furrowed her thick eyebrows. “What do you mean?” she asked. She had thought they were going to have sex, and clearly she was okay with that.
“I want to tie you up,” Joel said. He wasn’t one for being coy. He found it pointless, that it wasted too much precious time he could be using for other things. He admired the blush on Raya’s face, and prowled towards the girl. She backed away from him, until her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she fell backward onto it. “I want to punish you for daring to question me.”
He leaned over Raya, putting a hand on either side of her head. She was falling perfectly into the role of a frightened rabbit, her eyes wide and her chest fluttering in panic.
“You’ve been nothing but suspicious of me from the moment you met me,” Joel muttered. “I doubt I’ve done anything to deserve it.”
“You came into our town and stole away two of the girls who had lived there their entire lives,” Raya scoffed. “You’re nothing but suspicious.”
A dangerous spark ignited in Joel’s eyes. He moved his position, instead sitting on the edge of the bed. He grabbed Raya by the hips and dragged the girl down. She struggled and let out a wild scream, but Joel had a firm grab on her.
He pulled down the girl’s pants, sparing only a moment before giving her ass a sharp smack. The two mounds of flesh ducked under his hand. Joel was able to watch the vibrations travel down to her thighs, and up to the base of her spine. He grinned at the sickening slap that followed. Raya gasped, but didn’t struggle in Joel’s arms.
“Did you just…?” she trailed off, hardly able to register what had been done to her. She glanced over her shoulder at Joel, who looked as predatory as ever. A hand mark was becoming apparent on her backside, and Joel prided himself at the image of it.
“I did,” he agreed. “You were being a brat, and what do naughty children get?” His voice was lilting, a tease that angered Raya more than anything. She frowned at Joel, ready to snap at him, but he saw the retaliation coming before Raya could act, and delivered another smack.
Raya gasped, her eyes going wide. She longed to throw herself from Joel’s lap, to turn around and smack him back, but she felt oddly satisfied from the slaps. No doubt the slick between her thighs would reveal that to whoever cared to pay attention.
Joel grinned at Raya, noticing how the girl had gone from stiff and uncomfortable to relaxed, as though she enjoyed it. He had known it would be a risk to take, he hadn’t even asked the girl, but it was nice to do something and get a good response despite his fears. Without a care for Raya, he gave her rear another smack, his hang stinging from the force of the hit. Raya, pinned on his lap, moaned and squirmed. Goosebumps had traveled all up and down her body, and she felt exposed.
Before she had time to recover, Joel threw Raya onto the bed. She bounced once or twice on the springy mattress, and sought to get to her feet. Joel was there in an instant, grabbing her wrist and twisting it up towards the headboard. Raya struggled, though by then she wasn’t against it. In fact, it added to their twisted game of cat and mouse.
“Let go of me!” she snapped.
Joel smirked at her, and quickly removed his belt from the loops on his pants. Amazingly, with only one hand, he managed to collect both of Raya’s wrists, and then tied the belt around her hands. Once she was restrained, he pulled the belt through a decorative gap in the headboard. He secured the leather, and looked down at his prize.
Raya was still wearing her blouse, but he quickly did away with that. He ripped the frail fabric down the middle, popping all of the buttons and giving Raya an incredibly impressive show of the muscles all along Joel’s arms.
He took a moment of pleasure in looking down at Raya’s bare breasts, and then dove forward. He grabbed both in his hands, bending over and taking one of the perky, dusky nipples into his mouth. Joel lightly teased the edges of Raya’s nipple with the tip of his tongue, sparing a few seconds here and there to roll the bud between his teeth.
Raya struggled like a pig being dragged by its hind legs, but soon her thighs were around Joel’s hips, using her calves to try and push him closer. Her moans were far past obscene, and the tenting in Joel’s denim pants had become more than obvious.
Joel finally pulled away from Raya’s breast, sparing the plump tit a soft lick before moving up and pressing his tongue into the girl’s mouth. Unlike he was expecting, Raya didn’t bite him. Instead, she moved her tongue against Joel’s, kissing him and moving against him in a wanton way that had him ready to beg the girl for more.
He assumed that she wasn’t like Michaela, but Raya apparently knew what she was doing. When they broke the kiss, Joel rubbed Raya’s breasts in his hands, smirking down at her.
“Look at you, what a pretty girl,” he mumbled. She looked blissed out, moans and whimpers falling from her lips without restraint. “Can’t wait to ram you until you can’t think.” His voice had dropped to a sultry purr, invading each of Raya’s senses. She leaned her head away, and Joel trailed the broadside of his hot tongue across her pulse.
“Who says I’m thinking now?” Raya mumbled. He could see her occasionally pulling at the restraints, as though she forgot and then remembered that she couldn’t move. Joel was proud of his work; she hadn’t been able to move a single inch from where he had tied her.
Joel put a hand on Raya’s stomach, feeling the fluttering of her skin and muscles under his touch. His hand wandered lower, grazing over the first dark curls that hid her most intimate of places from the world. With one long finger, he pressed up between the lips that he found there. She was dripping, and the heat that enclosed his digit was intoxicating.
“What a good girl,” he whispered. “Getting all soaking wet for me.”
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Chapter Seven
Raya’s heart felt like it would burst the moment Joel said those words to her. She stared up at him, trying to convey without her words just how badly she needed him. She wanted to feel every inch of him, even if she was tied up and her backside was sore from the spanking, she wanted more of Joel. She wanted all of him to herself.
He began to move the pad of his finger up and down, rubbing across the bud of Raya’s clit. The pressure was nowhere near what she needed, and Raya lifted her hips up, trying to force Joel’s touch into a harder one. He had a coy smirk on his face, and every time Raya tried to get more of that delicious, mouth-watering pleasure, he pulled his finger away.
“Don’t you know that naughty girls never get what they want?” he teased. He hefted Raya’s hips with his spare hand, and drew his other away from her clit. Joel smacked her ass hard, savoring that extremely satisfying smack and the groan that dripped like the purest honey from Raya’s parted lips.
“I think you’re giving me everything that I want,” Raya said. Her voice was weak, and she had to interrupt herself more than once to get in a sharp breath. They’d hardly gone more than a little intense foreplay, and she was soaking her metaphorical panties.
Joel grinned at that, and gave Raya’s ass another spank. The slap that followed pleasantly rang through the room, reverberating off the pristine walls. “Maybe you should learn to keep that big mouth of yours shut,” he chided.
“You know you love it,” Raya quipped.
Joel laughed, caressing Raya’s ass in his hands. She was soft like a child, despite her affliction of riding horses as often and for as long as she could. He liked that in a girl, loving that she could let go of traditions and be exactly who she wanted to be.
“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be sharing a bed,” Joel said.
He leaned forward, and stole the girl’s lips in another heated kiss. She moaned into his mouth, spreading her lips wide for him. Joel took the hint, and eagerly dove his tongue into her mouth. No matter how many times he got the opportunity, it was just as good as the first time to run his tongue along her teeth. He searched out every part of her mouth with his tongue, imagining w
hat good she could do with it if she were to put it to other uses—but he would save that for another day.
Raya felt like the kiss lasted for ten years instead of just under a minute. She couldn’t breathe, and her head was swimming. The only way to keep time was with the frantic beating of her heart, and even that wasn’t good enough. The beating against her chest was so frantic, feeling like a young bird trapped within a gilded cage that was just a fraction too small. Joel seemed to have the key to her cage, and with each of his kisses and touches, he was unlocking the door and setting her free.
With the sharp gasp of air, they pulled away from each other. Raya’s lips were still parted, flushed and puffed out from kissing. Joel leaned forward and kissed her bottom lip, to break a small strand of silvery saliva that had formed. They stared into each other’s eyes, hardly daring to break the contact. It was as though the world had stopped for them, solely to allow Raya time to admire Joel’s eyes. At first, she had thought they were just darkly colored, but with the golden light of sunset filtering through the giant bay windows, it was clear that they were so much more.
“I want you, Joel,” she whispered. “I need you. I need everything about you, your kiss, your touch, your mystery.” With each need, her tone dropped, mimicking the purr that Joel had been fronting for so long, with the intention of sending tingles to the girl’s sensitive bits.
“I need this,” Joel replied. He reached up, and put a hand on Raya’s cheek. She had the tiniest trace of baby fat, stubborn to hang on until she was a little older. He longed for the day he could see her as a proper woman, full grown and rearing to take the world by surprise. “I need everything about you.”
“Take me, then,” Raya commanded, though her voice was still soft. She would never dare to order Joel around, not when she was on the receiving end of his ministrations.
“With pleasure,” Joel replied.
He looked so much like that wolf that Raya had first imagined him as, that it sent a cold fear through her body. Joel leaned over the bed, and grabbed a bottle of expensive, scented oil that he had purchased in a city back east. He couldn’t remember which one exactly, but the woman had convinced him that it would send any girl into the throes of passion with him. In his eyes, he and Raya were already there, falling over the edge and further into the pits.
Joel uncapped the vial of oil, and let a drop fall onto the spot between Raya’s breasts, before the bone branched into her curved ribs. She inhaled sharply, and threw her head back. The oil dripped down her chest, following the curve of her ribs and down her waist. Goosebumps had erupted where the oil dropped on her, though the liquid wasn’t cold.
“It might hurt,” Joel said. He wanted to give her fair warning, it was only what a gentleman should do. He was sitting between Raya’s lifted knees, staring at her and taking in the glory that was her body.
“I don’t care,” Raya said. “If I had cared, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
Joel gave a little nod to the girl’s reasoning. He sat back on the balls of his feet, and pulled down the denim of his pants. Without his belt to hold them up, they trailed down his legs, followed by thin underwear, easily. Raya watched with unabashed attention. She refused to look away as Joel exposed himself, his girth springing to life and looking like everything that Raya had ever wanted in a man.
He poured the oil onto his hand, and then rubbed it onto his pulsating cock, making quite the show of it for Raya. Joel could see the slick dripping from her tight hole, begging for him to fuck her with no mercy, to go long and hard and deep until she was screaming his name and seeing stars. He twisted his hand as he pumped himself, swiping his thumb over the slit in the tip until he thought he was properly lubed up.
Raya had been expecting pain, but the fierce fire that shot from her lower back to the base of her skull was nothing like she had been preparing herself for. “What are you doing?” she snapped. As far as she knew—as far as her pleasure-deluded mind could tell—Joel was entering her body through her second, puckered hole.
“Trust me,” Joel said. He had pushed halfway into the girl, feeling her muscles clench and tense around him. “Relax,” he coaxed, slipping his hand to Raya’s pussy. He slipped a finger inside of her, and like a dynamite explosion, her body jolted. However, she relaxed all the same.
“Why should I trust you?” Raya asked, her chest heaving up and down. “You took me from my father, I don’t even know if you’re taking care of him, you could have hurt my sister, you’re hurting me right now.”
“Because I love you,” Joel said, as though it was obvious. He was holding Raya’s gaze with his own intense stare as he pushed into her the rest of the way.
Raya had no more complaints. It only took one thrust, and stars were dancing across her vision. It was better than she had ever imagined something could be, and she felt as though each of her nerves was on fire. Joel moved with her body, finding all of the right places inside of her, and crooking his fingers that were still safely sheathed in her. It was all too much, the boiling, bubbling fire rising within her. In that moment, she understood why Michaela had become the town whore.
It was fun, and it was amazing.
“You’re such a good girl,” Joel praised as he fucked the girl, using quick, hard thrusts that soon had the headboard bumping against the wall, rattling the frames that rested there.
Raya couldn’t be bothered to reply, her head thrown back in the heat of the moment. Thoughts were forming in her head, but she couldn’t articulate them past the lustful repetition of Joel’s name and the way silken syrup poured from her lips, begging Joel for more.
He did as she commanded, thrusting into her however she wanted. Hours seemed to pass, the air turning hot and muggy around them. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, and the moon was high in the sky. When Joel pushed another finger into Raya and moved them around in time with his thrusts, it was all over for her.
Her entire body seemed to freeze up, that heat that had once been consuming her turning ice cold. When she relaxed, the heat was back. Joel had pulled out of her, flaccid once more after spilling his seed deep inside of the girl. She could feel a steady leak between her legs, from both of her entrances, and knew that she was ruining the sheets.
“Did you mean what you said?” Raya asked after a moment of heavy panting, both trying to regain their breaths. “About loving me?”
“Can I ask you a question to answer a question?” Joel replied.
Raya was confused, but didn’t have the willpower to think it over. She nodded.
“Will you marry me?” Joel asked. He reached up and untied Raya’s hands, which had long since turned pale and gone numb from the lack of blood. When Raya didn’t reply, he began to ramble. “I know it’s untraditional, and certainly you were expecting me to pick Michaela—but I love you, Raya. I love how you look when you’re on a horse, when you’re free. I love that fire of an independent woman deep inside of you. I love how you’re not afraid to ask me the things that no one will ask me.”
He looked ready to continue, but Raya interrupted him with a quick, “Joel, shut up.”
He gave her a horrified look, but when Raya sat up and kissed him, his love was sealed. He kissed back, putting his hands on the back of Raya’s neck.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” Raya agreed after she pulled away from the kiss. Joel sighed, and she admired the way that he looked when he wasn’t putting up a front. “I’ll stay with you forever,” she said.
Joel savored the word, repeating it in his head as they fell to the bed, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Forever.
20. Emily’s Desire
By: Erin Walsh
Emily’s Desire
© Erin Walsh, 2015 – All rights reserved
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Chapter 1
Emily sat at her workspace, carefully threading another piece of yarn through the long, intricate spool that Finn had set in front of her. She had thirty more to complete before she took her lunch break, and she was already weary from the tedious work. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can complete, Leila.” Emily glanced over at her cousin who seemed unfazed by the looming pile of yarn sitting before them.
“You know, Emily…” Leila flicked one of her long tresses of golden hair behind her shoulder. “It could always be a lot worse. We could be stuck over in the stables, mucking out straw and manure with Ellie and Felix.” She chuckled and then covered her mouth, feeling embarrassed that she had just poked fun at her male cousins’ work. Emily rolled her eyes.
