by Lynn Burke
“We need to do this again soon, Abel Beiler,” Dani called after me as I stumbled into the bathroom.
“Say when,” I said over my shoulder.
Dani rubbed the red marks on her ass when I returned with a wet washcloth. “I was going to say tomorrow, but I think I’m going to need a few days to recover.”
“I’m sorr—”
“Stop.” She flashed a smile up at me. “I would do it all again, every kiss, lick, and smack.”
So would I, and my mind already looked ahead to our next date.
Chapter Eleven
I caught myself whistling on my way home, the breeze blowing at my back and rustling the brush along the bike trail. Although exhaustion weighed on my muscles, I found my mind wide awake and more than happy to relieve every second I had spent inside of Dani’s body.
Three of my fantasies fulfilled. Hundreds more to go.
For the first time since the accident that had claimed my entire family, I remained unmoved by the silence that greeted me as I stepped through the front door of my house. Darkness shrouded the kitchen, and I decided I needed a lamp to guide my steps upstairs.
Once light flickered from the lamp I retrieved from the kitchen table, I moved into the living room. My gaze landed on Daed’s hickory rocker and the Bible on the table beside it. The memory of him sitting, head bowed over Gott’s Word flickered through the lustful thoughts I lingered over.
A lick of shame twisted into my stomach. What have I done? I turned and lifted my head to the Ten Commandments lovingly stitched by Mamm’s fingers, my gaze flitted across each line.
What I had done was found the peace I had been wanting, the quietness of the soul that I thought could only be found through the Bible beside Daed’s chair. Jaw clenching, I continued to stare at the framed needlepoint.
Why can’t you speak to me? Why can’t you show me the way you would have me go? Why allow this temptation into my life when all I’ve wanted to do is please You?
My soul sought answers as my free hand clenched at my side—and Gott remained silent.
“One small whisper—just one! Please.”
The tick-tock of the wall clock accompanied my heavy breaths—no other sound rose to soothe the knife-like feeling twisting in my gut.
The muscle in my jaw jumping, I turned and started up the stairs. I finally found what I had been craving, the very thing I never found from obeying the Ordnung—contentment. I wasn’t about to let a silent Gott take away my joy.
****
To get my mind off of Dani and the knowledge I wouldn’t see her until her morning jog on Monday, I tarried in the woodshop most of Saturday. My continued anger and growing resentment to the Gott my parents had taught me about kept me from Gmay Sunday morning.
The Lapps stopped in on their way home after the communal meal.
I stood on the bank of the pond, reeling in my line when their buggy came over the hill and down my driveway. With a huff of breath, I packed up my fishing gear and started toward the house.
Mr. Lapp pulled the buggy to a stop as I intercepted them. “Glad to see you’re well,” he said, eyeing my fishing pole. “We thought mayhap something had happened to you.”
“I wasn’t feeling well this morning.” The lie rolled off my tongue. “I’ve been taking it easy most of the day. How are you?” My gaze roamed over the Lapp family minus Rebecca and her husband who had recently purchased a small farm a few miles away on the edge of our community as Mr. Lapp continued to make small talk.
“We missed you at Gmay today,” Mrs. Lapp said, hands folded primly in her lap, kapp in place, and a kind smile lifting her lips. “A new family has joined our community—and they have two daughters who have recently been baptized.”
“Always the matchmaker,” Mr. Lapp said, shaking his head with a smile.
I bit back my smirk although my mind had no interest in anyone but my Red. “I’ll be sure to welcome them to the community at Gmay in two weeks. I could use some help in the shop tomorrow,” I said, turning once more to her husband. “There are a couple of orders I need to finish up for the Friday delivery.”
He dipped his head. “I’ll be here at eight. Gut to see you, Abel,” he said, flicking the reins.
I started off toward the house as the buggy creaked around to head back toward the road. My gaze slid southward toward the bike path, and the prospect of the long night ahead lay heavy on my mind.
For the first time in my life, I wished for a cell phone just to hear Dani’s voice.
****
I was up with the songbirds tweeting outside of my opened window. Streaks of pink marked the sky, reminding me of whip marks and reddened skin—the very thing I had dreamed about once sleep finally took over my much-too-active mind.
Having gotten a taste of Dani, I found myself unable to think of much beyond touching her. Kissing the dewy skin between her thighs. Leaving my teeth marks on her body. Painfully hard, I made my way down to the trail, wanting so much more than a mere glimpse and a few shared words to sustain me until I could sneak off to be with her again.
I leaned on the fence and waited—and waited—box of nails and hammer discarded at my feet.
She appeared in the distance seconds after I decided she must have taken the morning off from running. My heartbeat sped, butterflies took over my stomach and my cock hardened fully again within the confines of my pants. I adjusted myself, squeezing enough to bring a groan up my throat, and stared as she jogged toward me in her tight shorts and sports bra.
“Hey.” Her smile lighting me clear through, she slowed to a walk, heaving for breath while pulling out her ear buds. “Sorry I’m running late this morning.”
“You look gut enough to eat,” I said, my gaze trailing down over her body, lingering on the junction between her thighs. Her nipples hardened as I lifted my head once more. Desire filled her green eyes as her smile slowly melted. “I haven’t been able to sleep because of you.”
She touched the tip of her tongue to her lip, and I honed in on the movement, wanting to lick the slightly parted seam as she continued to breathe heavily.
“You’re evil.” My cock leaked at her sultry tone. “Making me want you like this…”
Our gazes collided as they had six years earlier, and the world around us dissolved. “Is it always like this?” I asked, my voice low. “The consuming need?”
She shook her head. “I woke up wishing you were naked beside me.”
The sense of power I had felt while in her bed returned, bringing boldness with it. “Were you wet?”
“Soaked.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Did you bring yourself to climax?”
“Twice, while moaning your name.”
Fuck. I swallowed, my hand once more squeezing my cock through my pants.
Her gaze dropped to my hand and she sucked her lower lip between her teeth.
“Are you wet now?” I asked.
She nodded.
“If you weren’t already running late, I’d pull you over this fence, lay you down in the tall grass, and lick every creamy drop from your sweet pussy.”
“God, Abel.” Dani shook her head, a smile teasing at her lips. “Seriously—what happened to my stoic farmer boy?”
“He finally had a few of his fantasies come to life and can’t think of anything else but fulfilling more.”
“More?”
“Hmm.” I nodded, taking in her pert breasts and the nipples poking against the thin material of her sports bra.
“What else have you dreamed about?” Dani’s tone teased, and I imagined her smile, but couldn’t tear my attention off her chest.
“Marking your skin. Holding you down and sodomizing you.” The truth poured from me, unhindered without inducing shame or guilt.
That sense of power heightened as she moaned. “I’m fucking soaked.”
My gaze dropped to her shorts. “I want to see.”
She hesitated, head twisting side to side as though checking to make sure no one approached us on the trail.
“Now, Red.”
Lower lip between her teeth, she pulled her running shorts and panties to one side.
I squeezed my cock again. “Trace a finger through your pussy and hold it up for me to see.”
She did as told and lifted her hand as her shorts slid back into place. Wetness glistened on her finger, jumpstarting my saliva glands.
“What I wouldn’t give to taste you right now,” I said the words on a groan. “Lick your finger clean.”
Her breath hitched, but she put her finger in her mouth and sucked. When her hand dropped, we stared into each other’s eyes. My heart hammered in my chest and cock leaked. Forget want. I needed her.
“Can I—”
Dani’s gaze jerked over my shoulder and she stiffened. “Someone’s coming. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without another word, she started back toward town, shoving her ear buds in her ears.
Pulse thrumming and a tingle of fear licking at my spine, I grabbed up my hammer and set to work removing one of the slightly crooked boards a few paces away from where I had been talking to Dani.
I heard the swishing of pants and footfalls seconds before Mr. Lapp called a gut morning.
“Is it eight already?” I forced a smile over my shoulder, but couldn’t meet his gaze. Thankfully, my cock had softened a little and my voice didn’t betray my discomfort at the interruption. “I must have lost track of time.”
“I’m a bit early.” Brow slightly furrowed, he glanced down the trail toward town.
“Let me just nail this board up and we can head up to the shop,” I hurried to say, focusing on my work. “I’ve got a couple of chairs to finish up for that dining room set, and need to get started on the matching buffet.”
He made a noise of agreement in his throat, and I hammered in a nail. “I was wondering if you might be willing to take on an apprentice.”
“Matthew?” I asked without lifting my head, knowing his nephew had just finished up the eighth grade.
“Ya. He isn’t interested in farming like his older brothers.”
“Well, I do have more work than I can finish on my own. Perhaps it is time to hire someone full time.”
“His father will be pleased.”
Still unable to look him in the face, I gathered the box of nails and set off toward the shop.
Mr. Lapp didn’t question me about the red-headed scantily-clad young woman I had all but hugged the fence to talk to. Unlike his fraa, he didn’t meddle in others’ personal business.
Thank Gott.
****
Dani didn’t jog the trail Tuesday through Thursday. I kept a close eye on the clock and the trail, my spirits falling a little more every day. Had I been too forward with my words—my commands? Had Mr. Lapp’s arrival scared her off?
I lay in bed Thursday night, fresh cum shot clear up across my chest, heaving for breath, my stomach in knots. The need to see her again kept me up well into the early morning hours, and I decided if she didn’t jog on the morrow, I would go knocking on her door once evening came.
Friday morning, I stood in the living room window, waiting, chanting “please come” in my mind. A flash of red curls sent a rush of adrenaline through my muscles, and I hurried from the house. We waved as she passed, and by the time I made it to the fence, she returned from the trail’s end.
Unsmiling, she pulled out her ear buds and glanced over my shoulder. “Did you get in trouble on Monday?”
“No. Mr. Lapp didn’t even ask about you.”
Her shoulders relaxed as she smiled. “Thank God. I was so damn scared.”
“I thought for sure he scared you off for gut.”
She shook her head, an escaped curl caressing her cheek. “Jackie had to take the last three mornings off, so I took the earlier shift. She’s back today, though.” Dani smiled. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you.”
Her smile widened. “I ordered you a present—it came in the mail yesterday.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm hmm.” She bit on the inside of her lip, but her smile remained. “Something to help fulfill your next fantasy.”
Heat swept over my skin, drying my mouth and leaving me speechless.
“Dinner tonight?” Dani asked, one brow raised with her teasing smirk.
“Yes.”
With a wink, she popped in her ear buds and took off, fingertips fluttering over her shoulder.
Rather than jerk off my throbbing cock, I focused on the woodshop order that my collaborators planned to pick up at noon. I would need all the semen I could get to fulfill the plans I had for Dani’s body.
Chapter Twelve
I took my bike and started off across the field before full dark had fallen. The longest two miles of my life included an aching cock, jumping pulse, and lightness in my chest. My focus lay on the woman waiting for me and the night ahead. I knew what I wanted, what my mind and body craved … I just hoped Dani wouldn’t be put off by my fantasies.
My insides shook, but my hand held steady as I knocked on her yellow door, the overhead light shining down on me.
Dani opened the door, and same as the first time, my breath left in a rush. She wore a satin wrap of some sort—the color of her eyes—that fell short of mid-thigh. Nipples pebbled in welcome.
Lust kicked me in the gut, and I stalked forward over the threshold, swinging the door shut without looking behind me.
Dani back-peddled, her bright smile fading somewhat as she bumped against the jam leading into the kitchen.
Still, I moved forward, gaze steady on the lush curves of her body, her heaving chest. I lunged and grabbed her around the waist, yanking her against me. Our mouths crushed together, and desperate to touch her skin, I pushed the wrap’s sleeves off her shoulders, the material bunching at the tied waist.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as I grasped a breast and squeezed. We both moaned—I pinched and she tugged harder.
“I need to taste you,” I said against her lips and lifting her up.
Mouths once more fused, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I realized how easy it would be to fuck her up against a wall exactly as Eli had told me all those years ago.
But, not tonight.
I sat her on the closest counter and began kissing my way along her jaw—down her neck—filling my hands with her breasts. Shoving them together, I bit on both nipples at once, and Dani cried out, arching her back into me.
“More.” She gasped again as I bit harder.
Trailing my tongue down across her stomach as I slid to my knees sent a shiver through her, pebbling her skin.
I spread her thighs and the satiny wrap wide. No panties—just pink, glistening folds and damp curls above. Her musky scent swarmed my senses, and I leaned in for a long lick from her ass up to her clit. My light nibbling jerked her in my hold, and I squeezed her thighs to keep them opened wide.
Once more, she tangled her hands in my hair and held me close, grinding her pussy against my wandering mouth.
“Don’t stop.” She gasped again as I returned to her clit and sucked harder, my tongue flicking her nub side to side. “Oh, my God! I’m going to come, Abel!” Her breath caught.
I latched on harder and tugged her with my teeth, nibbling back and forth until she shrieked and yanked on my hair, her body convulsing in my hold. Dropping down to capture the sweet cream pouring from her pussy, the feeling of power—control—burned in my blood.
I wanted more.
Standing, I swept her up into my arms.
“W-wait,” she said as I headed toward the stairs to her bedroom. “I’ve got to get dinner out of the oven.”
Jaw clenched, I stood Dani on her feet. She swayed a second before stepping back, the wrap tangled around her waist. Pink flushed her from cheeks to navel with its sparkling diamond.
“Hurry,” I ground the word out, my cock leaking and throbbing li
ke never before.
With a nod, she turned and grabbed two pot holders. A blast of heat hit me, and I realized I had followed on her heels. The second she put down the casserole dish, I pushed the oven door shut with my foot and wrapped my arms around her, throwing her over my shoulder.
Laughter accompanied her tossing the oven mitts aside as I turned for the stairs once more.
“But dinner will dry out—”
I swatted her ass, and she jerked in my arms. “The only thing I’m hungry for is you, and I want you in your bed. Now.” Taking the steps two at a time, I smoothed the silk wrap over the globes of her ass. Soft music filtered through the heartbeat thumping in my ears, and I left the bedroom door open, enjoying the thump of the song—driving me onward.
Like a sack of grain, I tossed her on the bed. Propping up on her elbows, she glanced at the bed stand, lower lip between her teeth.
My hands paused in yanking off my suspenders.
A flogger, rope, and bottle of lube sat where her gaze rested.
“Your gift,” she whispered, attention returning to me once more.
My cock leaked so much, I doubted I would need the lube, but the sight of the leather strips on the flogger slowed my desire to claim her without preamble.
Self-control, I reminded myself while slowly unlacing my boots.
Dani’s gaze didn’t waver from me as I pulled off my clothes and moved around the bed.
Black leather wrapped around the flogger’s handle, the softness a complete contradiction to the pain I expected it caused. Brow raised, I turned toward her.
“I trust you, Abel.” She untied her wrap and tugged it from beneath her before tossing it on the floor. Laying back, she stretched out her arms and legs, spread eagle like I had dreamed about. “Fulfill your fantasy.”
My gaze honed in on the soaked red curls and the folds beneath. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“I promise.”
I lay the flogger on the bed and took one of four ropes from off the stand. Soft hemp, I noted while stepping closer to the head of the bed. I wrapped it around her wrist twice before tying her tight to the post of her headboard.
