by Delta James
Hoss lifted himself off her, rolled her to her side, and removed the pillows before spooning up close to her. He wrapped one massive paw around her and pulled her into his body. He reached up to play briefly with both of her nipples and then traveled down to stroke her clit. She moaned but offered him no resistance. She would be sore tomorrow, but she would need to become accustomed to his need for her, which was great, but he suspected, given her response, hers for him was as well.
Settling himself against her, he draped his heavy arm over her waist but reached down to cup her entire mons in the palm of his hand. She belonged to him and nothing would ever harm her again. He rumbled his contentment and fell asleep.
* * *
Remi woke, wrapped within Morgan’s massive embrace. She could feel the excesses of the night before all over her body. Her ass was sore from the spanking and welting he had inflicted; excesses of his cum had dried on her upper thighs and in the short chestnut hair covering her private parts. Her pussy felt battered and bruised from the size of his cock and from his frequent and forceful use of it.
She was lying on her side spooned against him. This was the only position he had allowed her to sleep. Several times during the night, he had pulled her onto her back or pushed her onto her belly to fuck her again. He wasn’t much on preliminaries or foreplay, but she had orgasmed, twice or more, each and every time. There was something about the primitive, feral way in which he possessed her that spoke to the deepest part of her soul.
Each time he claimed her, Remi swore she wouldn’t respond, and each time her response seemed to be quicker and more intense than the time before. Remi had always considered herself a strong woman and part of her felt as though he meant to break her spirit. The other part felt that he was combining her strength with his to make her unbreakable.
His fingers parted her folds as he fondled her gently.
“I swear I could lie in this bed all day and do nothing but fuck you for the rest of my life. But seeing as you managed to get yourself mixed up in something dangerous, that’s not possible. Get your ass up; take a shower if you like, but I want you downstairs in ten minutes. You put on the sweater I left out for you.”
“The rest of my clothes are downstairs,” she said.
“You’ll wear what I tell you. The sweater and nothing else. It should be long enough to cover your sexy ass, but I want all your holes available to fuck throughout the day. Besides, we need to have a long talk about whatever it is you’re involved in.”
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. He lifted the bedding, admired his handiwork and patted her behind. She inhaled sharply and winced; he chuckled in response.
“Ten minutes,” he whispered as he nipped her earlobe.
Remi watched him leave. She shook her head to try to clear the fog that seemed to envelop her rational mind whenever he was around her. She questioned whether or not she should simply walk away. She needed to find a safe place of her own... her mind told her she had already done so.
As her feet hit the floor and she stood up, her body reminded her that she had been well-used the night before by a man who not only knew how, but had a rather imposing staff with which to do it. She stumbled into the attached bath and was gratified to see the large shower with multiple showerheads, which she adjusted prior to stepping in.
The steam and warm, moist heat surrounded her and she leaned against the back wall, the water from the opposing showerheads beating down on her. She washed her hair and body, making note that she needed to pick up some sundry items. She doubted any shower had ever felt so good.
The entire bathroom was enveloped in steam. She knew he was there, could feel him watching her, but didn’t much care.
“I need to go back to my hotel in Philly...”
His large, meaty hand whipped out and connected smartly with her wet and vulnerable backside.
“What the hell was that for?” she snarled, almost dropping to her knees.
“I told you that you had ten minutes; that was twenty minutes ago.”
“Look, you sadistic sonofabitch, it’s been a while since I enjoyed the company of a member of your sex and never one as well endowed. Add to that, you spanked and took your belt to my ass before having at me numerous times. So, forgive me if I’m a bit stiff and sore and not moving as fast as you like.”
“Then you’d like it if I used something smaller to fuck you with?” he asked cordially.
“I didn’t say that and it’s not like you have a choice. You are built and hung the way you are...”
He cut her off by fisting her still damp hair and leading her back into the bedroom.
“I believe I told you that one of the rules was that if you disobeyed, I’d put you back over my knee for a refresher course as to why that’s a bad idea.”
She started to pull back, but his fist entangled in her hair ensured her compliance.
“Morgan, no, please!” she said with a bit more desperation than she’d like.
With what seemed little effort he tossed her across the footboard of the bed. It was only now that she noticed it was old, heavy brass with an intricate design on both the foot and headboards. Morgan landed three sharp swats in rapid succession to her exposed rump. Remi yowled at the pain caused not only by the strikes to her backside, but to the re-ignition of pain from the previous spankings.
The footboard was tall enough that bent over it as she was, her feet didn’t quite touch the floor. She heard him unbuckle his belt and feared he meant to use it on her. Instead she was almost relieved when he unbuttoned his jeans releasing his fully erect cock. He stepped behind her and between her legs and without warning, asking, or foreplay rammed his cock into her ravaged cunt and began to drive in and out of her.
Remi’s outrage was replaced almost immediately with raw, primal lust. The certain knowledge that she belonged with this man, that he would make the rules and she would obey them seduced her in a way no one had ever been able to. She went from struggling and trying to escape him to allowing her forehead to rest upon the bed so she could reach behind her to cover his hands that held her by the hips for his use. She moaned and allowed her climax to overcome her.
The rational part of her brain made note of the juxtaposition of being fucked by a man she barely knew anymore and the deep, clawing need he seemed to so easily evoke in her. Her body came alight with an electrical energy that seemed to be fueled by the very sun that shone so brightly outside—the rays of light shining down through the windows as she lay bent over the footboard of a bed having her pussy pounded by a man she had instinctively turned to when she felt her life was in danger. She felt the current race all along her skin as he banged his pelvis into her punished backside. Her toes curled and all of the muscles in her body began to seize and then tremble.
Hoss hammered her cunt with skill and precision. He seemed to understand that she had been created for this purpose, to service this man and to bask in the glory that was their coming together. He seemed to revel in his possession of her, and she relished it as well... much to her own shame. The pistoning of his hips and his groaning indicated he too was close to tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. Remi called out his name as she felt him begin to bathe the walls of her pussy with his creamy essence.
He uncoupled from her and before she could bemoan his loss, he penetrated her back entrance with his finger. She cried out as he pumped it back and forth and moaned in renewed arousal. This was an entirely new sensation and one that her mind told her to reject, but that her body seemed to eagerly embrace. It wasn’t painful, but the uncomfortably full feeling was being quickly replaced by desire and a need to be gratified by his less than gentle use. She could feel the beginnings of a climax just as he withdrew his finger.
“I ought to give you a proper spanking, but I think as tender as your backside must be, it would probably be overkill. Get the sweater on and get your ass downstairs before I decide to find a different way to remind you what happens to naughty gir
ls who disobey.”
He got up and left the bedroom, but not before imparting a final, stinging swat.
Remi lay there for a moment. The wake of pain that followed the slap seemed to snap her out of the sexual thrall that had shrouded her reasoning since last night. Becca was dead; the police considered her their prime suspect. She had panicked at the hotel and fled to the safety of her childhood hometown, but she had more than paid for Morgan’s protection last night.
As she pulled on the sweater, her body reminded her that Morgan had used her not only often the night before but well. She had climaxed for him repeatedly. Groaning, she found a pair of sweatpants and put them on. They were far too big, but she rolled them down and then secured them with a piece of leather she found in the nightstand. Remi didn’t want to think about why Morgan kept a strip of butter-soft leather next to his bed. She could hear him at the back of the house and quickly made her way down the stairs, grabbing her purse as she slipped out the door. Shoes would have been nice, but she felt as though stealth and speed in getting away were far more important.
She walked to the side of the house. The roadster wasn’t there.
“Did you think I’d just leave it out in the open for anyone to see?” he rumbled from behind her.
Remi stifled the impulse to jump; she didn’t need to turn around to know that dark storm clouds would be gathered in his eyes. She turned to face him, pasting a brazen smile on her face and adopting an air of self-confidence—neither of which she felt.
“That was probably smart. I’m not sure why I got so frightened in Philadelphia, but I appreciate you taking me in and letting me stay here. If you’ll just tell me where my car is, I’ll get out of your hair.”
“I see,” he said quietly. “Your car is in the breeding shed.” He indicated a smaller barn.
Reluctantly she turned her back on him. Her body responded to his presence with no effort on his part. When she had turned to face him, it had been a sheer act of will on her part not to glance down to the bulge she was certain was in his jeans. She entered the dimly lit barn and yelped in surprise when he grabbed a handful of her hair and propelled her toward the hood of her car.
As he forced her over the hood, stripping away the sweatpants as he did so, she made note of the fact that the tires were missing, and the car appeared to be up on blocks.
“Oomph,” she said as she hit the front wheel well.
Morgan’s hand connected with her vulva and made a splatting sound. Hearing the wet evidence of her arousal, he chuckled, and Remi cringed. It was bad enough to be experiencing it but having him know was mortifying. He swatted her again, but this time he used his index finger to penetrate her greedy sheath, pumping it back and forth.
“Apparently just having sore butt cheeks isn’t enough to remind you about the rules. Let’s see if having a sore bottom hole can keep you mindful of your need to obey me.”
“What do you mean?”
He answered by shoving his well-lubricated finger through the entrance to her back passage. This time she wasn’t as relaxed and the initial breach was raw and stung, but Morgan didn’t seem to care. He plunged his finger in and out of her. The sensation created was once again uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. Remi could feel her pussy start to shudder as he finger fucked her bottom hole. It too seemed to respond to his rough pleasure. Her dark channel shivered and contracted all along his finger as he thrust it within. She tried to comprehend how her body could endure the intensity of desire she felt only with him.
No man had ever so much as touched her dark rosebud, and now Morgan was manually stimulating her there for the second time and other than a slight, lingering burn, she could not say that she wasn’t receiving pleasure from the act. Her head shouted that this was wrong, and she should make him stop, but her body knew better. She tried to steady her breathing and prevent the soft keening that was becoming a whimper as her climax approached. Everything in her focused on this man, on what he was doing—what he was making her feel. She was terrified and embarrassed at the amount of carnal sensuality he could inflict on her and that all of her resolve could be undone at his touch. Screaming his name, she fell over the jagged edge into a rapturous space where time, thought, and sanity were suspended.
“Step out of the sweatpants, Remi. From now on you wear only what I give you. I will ensure that you are available for my pleasure using whatever hole I choose.”
Remi could say nothing. She simply did as he instructed and then handed them to him. Hoss took her by the hand and led her back to the house. He resumed the seated position on the couch from the night before. He unbuttoned his fly, allowing his hardened cock to spring free.
“You know the drill, come sit on my cock.”
“Jesus, Morgan, I’m tired and sore.”
“What did I tell you about whining? You want to get in position, or do I need to blister your ass before you get in position? Be thankful I don’t want it shoved up your asshole while we talk.”
Remi searched his face for any sign that he might be persuaded to listen to reason; she saw none. She drew up the sides of the sweater and then straddled him. The minute she began to position the head of his cock at the entrance to her core, he pinched her clit and she swore.
Continuing to strengthen his hold on her delicate tissue, he continued. “Good girls don’t swear at their man when he is disciplining them for their misbehavior. You put yourself back in position and lower yourself on me.”
Tears began to leak from her eyes down her cheeks. Morgan reached up and brushed them away.
“You start minding me, and I won’t have to punish you.”
She impaled herself on his rigid member. As large as he was, her body was quickly adapting to being stretched to the point where she could accommodate him easily. As she settled on him, he took the fullness of her breasts in both hands and kissed and then suckled each nipple. She could feel her core produce enough of her nectar that it managed to leak out onto the base of his staff. She caught her breath as he gently nipped each of her turgid peaks.
“If you try to run away, disobey or whine about providing me with what I want from you, I won’t be as gentle the next time.”
“That’s your idea of gentle?” she asked incredulously.
He chuckled and nodded. “It was my finger and not my cock that got used in your asshole. And I pumped your pussy with it first to get it lubed up. Keep in mind, Remi, that there will come a day, in the not too distant future, that I will take my pleasure there.”
She started to struggle and was rewarded with a hard squeeze of her clit. She yowled and tears started to flow.
“I’ve warned you about trying to get out of position.”
“I can’t talk to you like this...”
“Sure you can. You did just fine last night. I think you’re going to be a lot more mindful about telling me the whole truth if you’re reminded just which one of us has the big stick. And you having it stuck up your cunt will keep it forefront in your mind.”
Once again, he wiped away the tears that slid silently down her cheeks and leaned in to kiss her gently.
“Tell me, Remi. All of it. If I find out you lied or held anything back, I’ll welt your backside to the point you won’t sit for at least two weeks. Understand?”
She took a deep breath and shook her head. “I don’t know where to start...”
“How about the beginning?” he said, rubbing her back.
She shook her head, both at her own naivety and to try to clear her mind of the erotic spell that he had cast upon her.
“There’s not much to tell,” she started hesitantly. “One of the contestants was eliminated from the show and the rest of us went out for a meal...”
“All of you?”
“Julian didn’t come, but then he never does.”
“Julian Burns out of Seattle?”
She nodded. “Talented chef, but a real jerk. I think he thought this would be a walk in the park for him and he�
��s a bit out of sorts that he hasn’t won many of the elimination rounds.”
“How did he feel about Becca? About you?”
“He didn’t like either of us, but he doesn’t like anyone.”
He nodded. “That confirms what Murph heard via the grapevine.”
“Finding Becca was awful, but then realizing the killer had to have been in my room while I was sleeping...” She shuddered. “Then it felt like the cops thought I had something to do with it...”
“They do.”
“How can they?”
“Your duct tape, your locked room, and you have motive.”
“I called them, for Christ’s sake. If I was the killer, why would I do that? Why wouldn’t I have had an alibi? Why still have the duct tape? Do you think I killed her?”
“Don’t be stupid, Remi,” he said with more than a trace of annoyance.
“Fuck this,” she said, pushing at his chest with both hands and struggling to get up. “And fuck you!”
“Haven’t you figured out yet you aren’t the one who does the fucking; you’re the one who gets fucked?” he said, easily fending off her attempts to disengage from him. “Where exactly is it you think you’re going? You have my hard cock stuck up your very wet cunt. And I’ve told you what’ll happen if you don’t settle down and obey me or try to run again.”
“No!” she wailed, unable to stop the tears that began to fall.
She started to squirm. Morgan stroked her clit and cleared his throat in obvious warning.
“Can’t I get up?” she wheedled.
“No and you’re bordering on whining. So, unless you want me to move my cock from your cunt to your bottom hole, you’d better settle down and finish the story.”
