by Chloe Lang
She began to believe things were actually going to work out the way she dreamed.
When Seth placed the massive butt plug between her ass cheeks, an electric current shot through her, sizzling every cell in her body.
She closed her eyes, readying for the monstrous interloper to enter her from behind.
“Pet, pain is only a vehicle for you and me. I know when to hit the gas and when to hit the brakes. Trust me.”
A tingle surged through her pussy. “I do trust you, Sir.”
She wanted him, wanted to surrender to him, wanted to get lost in the sensations of his making. A fiery force of need tore through her.
“Breathe, pet,” he commanded.
She obeyed, taking a very deep breath, hoping to soften her nerves a bit.
“Exhale for me, sweetheart.”
Again, she complied. His control of her locked in tight, where now even her breathing bent to his will. It was a good place, a safe place for her.
She gasped as the tip of the butt plug slipped past her ass’s entrance. Instinctively, her fingers curled into fists, and she shifted forward just a bit.
“You’re doing great, doll. Now, push back into the plug for me. Do the best you can, okay?”
She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him. He smiled and her pussy got even wetter. On her tiptoes, she began to rock back and forth into the toy. Slowly, she took it deeper into her body a fraction of an inch at a time.
Seth placed his hand on the center of her back. “That’s enough. Let me handle this from now on, honey. One more really deep breath.”
She heeded his instruction.
“Perfect. Now blow it out really fast.”
Turning her head to the left, she expelled every cubic millimeter of air in her lungs. Without fanfare or warning, Seth seated the butt plug into her ass.
Her legs quivered, and she chewed on her lower lip to fight back the sting the toy delivered. She would’ve fallen to the ground if Seth hadn’t placed his hands under her arms, keeping her on her feet. His act added to her sense of security and release.
Without removing his hands, Seth shifted from behind her to directly in front of her.
His fixed gaze sent a hot tremble through her body, and her pussy dampened even more. Her body tightened around the toy in her ass, and her clit began to throb.
“Very nice, pet.” Seth leaned in and kissed her, not gently or sweetly, but with an urgent ultimatum. His lips demanded surrender. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, staking his claim even there. His fingers conquered more of her body, coercing a thousand tiny tingles on her skin that submitted to his every touch.
Chapter Six
Seth enjoyed seeing Charly lost to her desire. He kissed her tender neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Reaching behind her, he unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from her wrists. He wanted to drown in her juices while her tiny hands tugged on his hair.
Rubbing her wrists, he asked, “This feel good, pet?”
Her lips trembled as she nodded, making his cock harden even more. God, his immense lust for her clawed at him to rip off his own clothes and send his dick into her tight, sweet pussy. Didn’t matter. He needed to keep control of his prize and of himself in order to win Charly completely. Mercy wasn’t coming. Not for her. Not for him.
Stoking her fire, he kissed his way down her body a fraction of an inch at a time. He kissed both her arms down to her fingertips. Her shivers spurred him on. He touched her cheek.
“Open your mouth for me,” he ordered.
Like a sweet little soldier, she did.
He sent his middle and index finger into her mouth. “Suck, pet.”
She closed her eyes and tightened her lips around his digits. Her cheeks hollowed out beautifully.
His balls got so very heavy. With his free hand he pinched her nipple, delivering what he knew to be just the right amount of sting to make her even hotter. Her cues, both her body language and soft moans, let him know she was lost to her own passion and want.
He removed his fingers from her mouth
She opened her eyes, which looked to be filled with one question—what’s next? She was clearly crazed and on the edge.
Time to push her into overdrive. He knelt down in front of her, kissing the inside of her thighs gently, while resting his hands on the curves of her sides. He smiled when she sent her fingers into his hair. He nipped the soft flesh of her thighs with his teeth. She moaned and tugged on his hair as if each strand was a rein.
Ravaging her gave him immense satisfaction, but also pushed him to the very brink of insanity. He tamped his own lust down. His prize would come later. Now, he wanted to taste the masterpiece of her pussy. He licked his way around her vagina, keeping clear of her most sensitive areas. With each circular pass, he moved his tongue in closer and closer. She pressed her hands hard on the back of his head, obviously trying to move him into a position that would begin to satisfy her overwhelming need.
“Don’t forget, baby, I’m the master here, not you.”
“Y–Yes, Sir,” she panted.
“I’m going to use my tongue like a paintbrush on your dazzling cunt, which will be my canvas tonight.”
“P–Please,” she breathed.
He slid his hands down Charly’s sides to her inner thighs, enjoying the feel of her supple flesh. The little shakes of her body urged him on to run his tongue up and down her swollen folds. Lapping up her sweet, warm juices made him rabid with lust. Parting her reddening pussy lips with his fingertips, he sent his tongue into her divine depths. He glanced at her clit, which was poking out wonderfully, letting him know how much she was suffering with want.
No mercy, Charly. None.
He kissed the little bud of nerves gently while sending a finger into her tight pussy. Then he delivered little tender nips on her clit with his teeth. She jerked on his hair as her inner fire clearly flamed higher and hotter inside her gorgeous body.
Capturing her clit with his lips, he pressed ever so lightly. She was ready in every way to receive his cock, and God help him, he was more than ready to take her. In a flash, he removed the leg spreader from her ankles.
“You feel that toy inside your ass, pet?”
“Yes.”
“It’s staying inside you while I fuck your pussy, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
He lowered her down onto his mattress. Wide-eyed, she looked up at him.
“You’re mine, Charly.” He began removing his own clothing. “From your gorgeous hair to your cute little toes, you’re mine. All of you.”
Still shivering from his oral torture, she smiled sweetly, igniting even more lust inside him. He put on a condom and crawled on top of her. Her body felt amazing under his. This was a physical domination, but what he really desired was more. He wanted all of her—body, soul, mind, will.
Her breathing was rapid and full of heat.
“I want to feel you grip my cock with your cunt, pet. Clench it hard.” He thrust his dick into her pussy, and like the perfect sub she was, Charly tightened her channel around his shaft. Her tiny cunt felt incredible, squeezing until an insane hunger took hold of him. “That’s my girl. I feel you.”
“I feel you, too. Seth, I need you so much.”
“Yes, you do, baby. More than you even know.” Moving his hands to her hips, he thrust his dick deep into her pussy.
Wrapping her legs around his middle and wracking her fingernails into his shoulders, she began to whimper.
Continuing to send his cock in and out of her body, he commanded, “Tell me what you’re feeling, pet.”
“So good...too much...God. Hard.” She closed her eyes, seemingly struggling with finding the right words to describe the deluge happening in her body.
“Open up to me, Charly. Do it. Let me have all of you.”
Her knees parted slightly, allowing him to grind even deeper into her wet pussy.
The time for mercy had arrived. “Come for me, baby.”
“Yes. God. Yes.” Her body bucked under him as her back arched off the mattress again and again.
His balls unloaded into his cock, which throbbed with an intensity he’d never felt before. Then he shot his seed just as Charly screamed his name over and over. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his entire life.
* * * *
The killer dumped the body of the man he’d hitched a ride with in Flagstaff about a quarter mile off of Highway 93.
He climbed back into the guy’s Honda Accord and hit the gas. Too bad the man wasn’t willing to go all the way with him to Wilde. Listening intently to the police scanner he’d bought earlier, he grinned. Lucky for him, the local law enforcement in Nevada was loose-lipped on the radio.
He knew he had to approach the tiny town with extreme caution, but he must finish what he’d come to do.
Chapter Seven
Charly sat on the back porch of Seth’s house sipping coffee. Her mom sat next to her reading a book. Seth was inside, talking on his cell to one of his dads. He’d been an amazing lover. God, he knew how to make her really feel and let go.
The Malibu job wasn’t even on her radar any longer. Her heart now belonged in Wilde with her cowboys. But would reaching for the future she dreamed of end in disaster?
She wasn’t quite sure where Seth stood on her most important issue—if he would willingly share her with his other brothers, including Heath.
Her mother looked up from her book. “You look like you had a really wonderful evening, baby girl. But something is troubling you. What is it?”
I swear the woman can read minds. “I’m the one who asked you a question first.”
She shrugged. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Stop avoiding the question, mother, put the book down, and answer me.”
Her mom grinned. “What was the question again, honey?”
Charly laughed. “I wanted to know what time you got home last night.”
“I am an adult, Charlene, but if you must know, I got in around three twenty.” Her mom put her nose back in her book. Without looking back up, she added, “And that’s all I’m going to say about my evening with Dr. Champion. Some things should be kept private.”
“Young lady, I should ground you,” she teased.
Her mother shrugged and winked. “I didn’t know I had a curfew.”
Charly loved seeing her mother so happy and healthy. “When are you going to see him again, mom?”
“Wayne?”
“Of course.”
“He wants to take me to Elko for Chinese tonight. I told him it depended on how you were feeling.”
“I’m fine and fully recovered. Go. Have fun.”
“I think I will. Besides, I want you and Seth to have more time alone, too. Did you two have a nice evening?
She nodded. “Last night with Seth was really nice.” More than nice. The cowboy clearly knew just which of her buttons to push to give her over-the-top pleasure.
Her mom put her book down. “I’m noticing a little extra-special smile on your face, baby girl.”
Charly turned to her mother. “Maybe so. It is a beautiful morning.”
“Let me refill both our cups and we can talk about this beautiful morning, the sunshine, and the breeze.” Her mother leaned forward and grinned. “Or we could talk about the man who is really responsible for your smile.”
Charly loved seeing her mom loaded with such energy. She decided to tease her a bit about who was responsible for her extra spark. “I’ll agree to that if we can also talk about Dr. Champion.”
Her mother’s cheeks turned pink. “Wayne and I are just friends.”
“Friends with benefits?”
“Hush up, Charlene.” Her mother stood. “I need more coffee if we’re going to talk about this.”
“You started it, mom.”
“And I’ll finish it, too,” she said with a laugh, and then went back into the house. She returned quickly with a fresh pot of coffee and a plate of blueberry muffins.
Charly stared at the baked goods in disbelief. “Did you bake these?”
“I did, sweetie. When I got up, you and Seth were already out here, so I decided to whip these up.”
“You haven’t baked for me in years.” Charly grabbed up one of the muffins and inhaled its sweet aroma. “This is quite a treat.”
“For me, too.” Her mom filled their cups and then sat down. “I’ve always loved to bake but just haven’t been able to until now. Wayne got my records and went through them all. He says all my numbers look great. I’m in full remission,” she said, wiping her eyes.
Charly grabbed her mother’s hand and squeezed. “It’s a miracle you deserve.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’ve been so good to me. You’re such a wonderful daughter. You deserve all your dreams, too.” Her mom took a bite of the muffin in her hand. “This is really good, if I do say so myself.”
Charly sampled her blueberry treat. It was perfectly moist with just the right sweetness. “You can make these for me every morning from now on, mom.”
“I’d love to do that for you, honey. By the way, where is that sexy EMT? I bet he’d love one of these, too.”
“He went inside to take a call from his dad, but he’s never far away from me, Mom.” Charly sighed. “Until they find this killer, he won’t ever leave me alone.”
“What about his brothers?”
“They’re out working leads with the sheriff.”
“It’s easy for anyone to see how much those boys care about you, Charlene.”
“I know they do, but I’m not sure this will work out the way I want. I still hope it will, though.”
“Sweetheart, don’t make the same mistake I did. My whole life I settled.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you remember Mr. Brown?”
Charly nodded. “The guy downstairs who owned our building?”
“That’s him. Well, after your dad got sent to prison, Mr. Brown lowered my rent by half.”
“That’s amazing. He was always really sweet to me, Mom. I remember him helping me fix my bike.”
“That’s the kind of man he was.” Her mom gazed off in the distance, but it was obvious she was seeing into the past. “When the divorce was final between your dad and me, Mr. Brown asked me out on a date.”
Charly’s jaw dropped. “Where did he take you?”
“He didn’t. I turned him down. I wanted to go with him. I really did.”
“Why did you turn him down, Mom?”
“Mr. Brown was rich, college educated, handsome. He had everything any woman would want. I was a single woman with a child, a GED, and an ex-husband who was a criminal serving time in the pen. I didn’t trust my heart, and I didn’t believe I deserved such a man.”
“That’s crazy, Mom. You were beautiful and sweet. You deserved all your dreams.”
“And so do you, baby girl.”
“Mom, it’s not the same thing. Sometimes Seth seems totally into me. Other times he seems completely distant and cut off.”
“But do you love him?”
Seth had saved her life. He’d rarely left her side in the days since the shooting. He cared for her in a way no one ever had before. She’d gone to him the day she was shot to find out where he stood, but there was no question in her mind how she felt. She confessed, “I love Seth with all my heart.”
“Hello, Seth,” her mom said, looking past her to the back door of the house.
Turning her head, she gazed into his eyes. Had he heard her say she loved him?
“What smells so good?” he asked.
“My mom’s blueberry muffins.”
“Would you like some, young man?” her mom asked him.
“Yes, I would.” He took a seat and grabbed three of the muffins.
Charly’s insi
des were shaking. She wasn’t ready for him to know her true feelings. “Did your dad have any news?”
* * * *
“Dad Grant had an update, sweetheart,” Seth said, taking another bite. Trying to play it cool with Charly, he put on his best poker face, which was really difficult at present. Hearing her say she loved him meant everything to him, but there was still unfinished business that needed to be handled before he told her his true feelings.
“Spill it,” Charly’s mom demanded.
“Yes, ma’am. Dad Grant said the sheriff is on his way here. They think they’ve figured out who the killer is.”
“Well,” Charly said impatiently. “Don’t leave us in the dark.”
“I’m not. Dad hasn’t been told yet. Sheriff should be here any minute. He has some questions for both of you.”
“Us?” Her mom frowned.
“Why would he want to question me and my mom?” Charly asked.
“Not sure, sweetheart. Maybe the killer is someone you two know.”
Shaking her head, her mom said, “I didn’t know any of Charles’s shady partners. He always kept that part of his life separate from us.”
“I don’t know why the sheriff wants to talk to you either, Mrs. Wynn, but I’m sure we’re all about to find out.”
“Seth, please call me Connie.”
“Okay, Connie. I’ll try to remember.” He heard a vehicle heading down his long gravel driveway. Likely, it was Sheriff Davis’s truck, but just in case it wasn’t, he would be ready. Standing, he said, “Let me see who that is. You two stay put.”
“Will do, Seth,” Connie said.
He walked into his house, pulled his gun belt and pistol out of the gun cabinet, and headed to his front door. Opening the door, he saw Sheriff Davis behind the wheel of his Ford pickup.
Seth could see by the look on his face that the news he brought was troubling.
“Good morning,” the lawman said.
“Morning, Sheriff. Did you catch the bastard?”
“Nope. But we do know who he is now. Where are Charly and her mom, son?”
