by Kris Cook
A long, uncomfortable, silent pause had her trembling. Rance looked unconvinced. Would he demand that Megan leave with him? She wondered.
Rance sighed. “Kate’s not going to like it if I don’t come back with you safe and sound.”
“I don’t like it. We all know Luke’s history.” Hawk’s hands were curled into fists.
“I know what I’m doing,” she lied. Actually, she had no clue what she was doing. Still, leaving Luke wasn’t even a possibility to her. Not now. Not with him in such a state. “Please. If you are worried, come back and check on me tomorrow morning.”
Rance’s mouth twisted into a crooked shape, showing his disapproval. “Okay, but I’m betting your sister will want to see that you are okay for herself, Megan.”
“Fine. Bring her back with you in the morning.” Megan looked back at Luke, realizing he was calming down just a bit.
“You bet I will.” Rance looked at the other men. “Let’s go.”
Though they seemed reluctant to leave her, each shifted back into wolf form and ran down the path. At the top of the nearest hill, all six looked back at her and Luke.
When the last of the six disappeared from view, she turned back to Luke. His angry stare remained intent on the hill where his tribesmen had just been. Her anxiety blasted higher inside her. What now?
“Luke, are you okay?”
He didn’t acknowledge her.
“They’re all gone. It’s just you and me.”
Nothing.
Megan’s mouth dried up as she wondered if she’d made the right decision to stay.
Tentatively, she touched his cheek with both hands. He grabbed her wrists hard.
“Ouch!”
His eyes widened, and he released her, taking a step back. “I’m sorry, Megan.”
“I’m fine.” Looking in his eyes, Megan could clearly see his pain and guilt. “You just startled me.”
“You shouldn’t have stayed with me.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “They were right to want to rip me apart. I’m totally fucked up.”
“Open your eyes for me, Luke.” He did, and she held up her wrists and presented them to him to inspect. “See. No marks.”
“If you had been injured, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”
“But you did.”
“I barely am able to hold back my anger and lust now.”
“Anger?”
“You left me, Megan. No word. Just left.”
She shook from head to toe as her own guilt burned in her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have done that, Luke. I know that now.”
“Not good enough, little trespasser. You have to learn a lesson.”
Megan didn’t like the sound of that. “I really am sorry, Luke. Truly.”
The corners of his mouth curled up into the sexiest grin she’d ever seen on a man but only for an instant. “I know you are.”
He swept her up into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Leaning into his chest, Megan mewled. Sure, they’d only just met, but it still felt like home being in his arms.
Luke began walking them back up the path.
“Why don’t we take your truck back to your place?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t worry about how we get back to my cabin, sweetheart.”
“No? What should I worry about, cowboy?”
“You might want to think about what kind of punishment I will decide to give you for running away. Right now, I’m thinking your pretty little bottom needs to be introduced to a paddle I have. Or maybe I’ll just use my hand. Mmm.”
Her jaw dropped. “Put me down, please.”
“Not a chance.” He laughed.
Chapter Eight
Megan stood on Luke’s back porch alone. She trembled, not from being naked outdoors in the cool night air but from anxiously waiting for Luke to join her on the porch and deliver his promised punishment.
The door opened, and the sexy cowboy appeared, also naked from head to toe. She looked at his muscled torso and bit her lip. His chest was a powerhouse of strength that made her wet and wanton. Then he turned around and set down the items he’d brought with him from inside his house, giving her a sweet view of his perfect ass. She bit her lip.
Turning around, he held up a large black paddle. “See this?”
She nodded, looking directly at the scary thing.
“I call it Mr. Discipline, and you sure deserve to feel his bite.” He tucked the paddle under his arm and then held up some handcuffs. “These are for you, too. Extend your arms, little trespasser.”
“Can’t we talk about this, Luke? I really am sorry.”
“I know, but you have to be punished. If you are ever tempted to run away from me again, sweetheart, you will remember Mr. Discipline’s sting. Now, give me your hands.”
“I’m nervous.” Megan was also very turned on, though she wasn’t sure exactly why. She trusted Luke and knew he wouldn’t really hurt her.
“You should be. Hands. Now.”
As she complied with his command, her heart pounded in her chest.
Luke placed the steel around her wrists and locked her hands together in front of her, anchoring her to a post on his porch railing. He reached around and flicked her nipples with his fingers, causing the ache in her pussy to become unbearable.
She braved the question, “How many licks are you going to give me?”
“You were very naughty, little trespasser, but don’t worry. I will give your ass just what you need.” He attached something to both her ankles. “Step forward.”
“Okay.”
“How about addressing me as ‘Sir’ until I say otherwise.”
She winked. “I’d salute you, but my hands are cuffed.”
He smacked her on the left cheek, and it stung enough to make her tear up. “Don’t be bratty, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.” Something about his commanding tone and the burn on her ass created a swirl of feelings inside her.
The pain got her attention enough to let her get out of her head and into her body. As he locked her ankles to the same post that restrained her hands, Megan’s pussy dampened. He’d positioned her so that she was slightly bent, leaving her ass jutting out for easy access for him to punish her with Mr. Discipline.
Megan trembled, in part anxious for the sting to come from Luke and in part hoping the man about to slap her bottom with the paddle might actually be falling in love with her. I’m lost to him already. The way he’d acted back on the path with those other tribesmen, she thought he just might be, too.
She hoped that after the spanking, if she took his punishment to his satisfaction, Luke would make love to her.
Luke rubbed her back with his callused hand, and she felt gooseflesh rise up on her skin. “You left me, Megan. I have to punish you for that. Understand?”
A sudden panic shot through her mind. What was he doing? She barely knew him, no matter how much she already felt for him. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. The hurt she saw in his eyes touched her heart. “Please, Sir. Don’t spank me. I promise not to do it again.”
He shook his head and continued stroking her back. “Little trespasser, I have to. You won’t learn unless I do. But if you’re good and brave, I promise to reward you after. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s warm your gorgeous ass with Mr. Discipline, now.” He slowly placed the paddle against her ass. “Feel how hard he is, sweetheart.”
“I do.” The paddle was cool and smooth on her flesh.
“Here’s the first kiss.”
Luke’s strike of the paddle hit her square on her right ass cheek. It stung like fire, and her breath caught in her chest.
“Breathe, Megan. That’s it. Ready for another kiss?”
“Uh-huh.” Her clit throbbed and her pussy moistened.
Whack!
She yelped, but the new burn to her other ass cheek took her to a dizzy, delicious place where th
e line between pleasure and pain blurred.
Luke gently rubbed her bottom. “Two nice pink spots. But I’m not done, little trespasser. You still need to learn not to ever leave me. I’m going to paint your entire soft, smooth ass red tonight.”
Whack! Her body shook and jerked forward a bit from the impact to another spot on her ass he’d found for Mr. Discipline. Tears rolled down her face, but she held back her cries. She wanted Luke to be proud of her.
“Take a really deep breath. Good. Let it out slow.”
The next round from Luke’s paddle came fast, one right after another.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The four fresh bites from the paddle to different spots on her ass worked together, causing her folds to puff up, her nipples to ache, her clit to throb, and her pussy to dampen. She’d never thought a spanking would feel so good. Unable to hold back, a soft murmur of pleasure escaped her lips. “Ohhh!”
When Luke reached through her legs and covered her mound with his hand she wiggled into his fingers. “Nice and soaked with your delectable juices. Good girl. Almost done, little trespasser. You’re doing great. If you keep it up, you’ll get your reward. Understand?”
Burning with pride, she nodded.
Whack! Whack!
These two kisses from Mr. Discipline turned even more quickly from pain to pleasure, and her ache drove her to the edge of insanity.
Another whack to the very center of her ass, biting both cheeks this time, had her crying out, “Ow!” But the lust in her own tone was easily deciphered, and she was certain that Luke understood it, too.
“Do you promise to never run away again, little trespasser?”
“Yes, Sir.” But what did such a promise mean to him?
“There’s some hesitation I detect in your voice.”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Now, every square inch of her bottom burned. Shocked by what came next, Megan screamed as her womb clenched and climactic sensations rolled through every part of her body in response to the delicious punishment Luke had given her.
He pressed his lips to the small of her back. “Come, sweetheart. Ride that orgasm.”
“Yesss! God!” She shook in the restraints he’d placed on her. Every nerve ending fired hot in her. Every breath burned her throat. Every clench made her even wetter.
He unhooked her arms and legs from the restraints, freeing her from the post. Then he hoisted her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes as another wave from the climax he’d given her drowned her completely.
She had a sense of him carrying her into the cabin, but her thoughts were fuzzy and compliant.
“Open your eyes, Megan.”
She instantly obeyed.
His fixed stare on her made her shiver. “You. Will. Never. Run. Away. Again. Right?”
“Y–yes, S–Sir.”
“I believe you. Now, let’s take care of your pretty, red ass, sweetheart.” He lowered her, facedown, onto his bed.
She felt him apply some cream that cooled and softened the sting of Mr. Discipline’s kisses, and that act of caring unhinged her totally. Longing, deep and powerful, ran loose inside her once again.
Unable to rein in her urges, she whimpered, “Please, Luke. I have to have you inside me.”
“A bit of a vixen inside you, little trespasser? I guess you do deserve your reward.”
* * * *
Luke positioned Megan with her back to the mattress, and then he slipped a pillow under her bright-red ass, raising her lower half to the perfect height so that he could eat her pretty little pussy with ease.
Gazing at her on the bed made his cock harden almost painfully and his balls load up to the absolute max. His lust to pierce her tight cunt with his dick drove him wild.
Luke traced her sides with his hands. She moaned, sounding like a little kitten mewling.
“You’re good and wet for me, little trespasser?”
“Yes, Sir,” she confessed.
“I better check for myself.” He dipped his fingers into her swollen folds. “Oh, yes. Your tasty cream is going to make quite the meal for me, sweetheart.”
He moved between her legs. Placing his hands on her soft, smooth thighs, his fingertips found drops of her wetness that had splattered down her legs during the whipping he’d given her.
He’d loved watching her ass turn pink, knowing she was willing to endure the pain for him. He loved that she trusted him enough to allow him to handcuff her, leaving her totally helpless.
Touching her liquid want enflamed Luke’s hunger. He spread her legs apart and inhaled her scent, making his cock stretch even more. He wasn’t about to waste a single drop of her dewy deliciousness.
He leaned forward and licked the spots on her thighs with drops of her juice that reminded him of honey and nectar. “Delicious cream, little trespasser. You will give me more.”
“Yes, Sir!”
He gazed raptly at her beautiful pussy that was a savory meal for the eyes. Megan’s skin was fair, but her mound was even more so, appearing creamy white, sans her puffy, pink folds. He sent a hot blast of his breath over her clit, barely visible now, but when he was done bathing her pussy, he knew it would jut out for him to tease and torture.
She mewled under him, and her hands tugged at his hair.
“Wrap your legs around my shoulders, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her instant obedience fueled the raging fire inside him.
Nothing could ever look more alluring to him than her pretty, tight cunt. Unable to hold back any longer, he skated his tongue over her swollen pussy’s folds. Tasting more of her sweet cream filled him with a craze to drown his mate with his seed. The sudden image of Megan, round and pregnant, holding their baby in her arms, assaulted him. The sooner she is pregnant, the better.
With his fingers, Luke gently spread apart the lips of her cunt and looked into his mate’s lovely, pink hole. Mine! Inhaling deeply, he took in her essence. Without hesitation, he licked up more of her freshness, devouring more and more of her cream.
“Oh, God!” she screamed.
Luke knew she was close, so he squeezed her thighs and circled her clit with his tongue.
“Yes,” she breathed. “So good.”
As each lap of his tongue brought more trembles from her, he realized she was reaching her limits.
Thrilled with this moment, feeling connected to another human being for the first time, and hoping to lengthen the intimate pleasure with his mate, Luke slowed down his oral attack. He loved how wild and inflamed she was with each sweep of his lips on her pussy and how needy and wanton she became when he stopped licking on her tender flesh.
When her thrashing subsided, Luke returned to his meal of her sweet cream. He loved the feel of her legs around his shoulders, her hands tugging at his hair, and her thighs against his cheeks.
He captured her clit between his teeth, and his reward was Megan shifting her hips up, thrusting her pussy against his face. His balls were heavy with seed meant for her pussy. He’d never dreamed he would desire to possess anyone, but he couldn’t have been more fucking wrong. Megan was his. That was an uncontestable fact. And the more he drank down her juices, the more that truth resonated in his mind—and in his once black and lonely heart.
“God! Oh! God!” She shook violently underneath him and almost jerked his hair out.
“That’s it, little trespasser. Come for me. Deliver up your sweetness.” He covered her entire mound with his mouth, sucking every delectable drop of her dew.
“Yesss…” Megan slurred.
He looked up from between her legs and saw tears streaming from her gorgeous eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his entire life. Once again, the image of her holding one baby and pregnant with another in her sweet, rounded belly came to his mind.
“Sweetheart, more to come.” He positioned himself on top of his mate with his cock pressing on her pussy.
“Fuc
k me, Luke. Please.” The desperation was easy to detect by her tone and the look on her face. “I have to have you inside me.”
“Your pleasure is my command, little trespasser.” He thrust his cock into her sweet pussy. Nothing and no one had ever seemed so right, so perfect, so…home as her, right now, with him.
He feathered her lush mouth with his, and she submitted to him by parting her lips. Hungrily, he swept his tongue into her greedy mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned into him.
This little trespasser had changed him forever, and he would never let her go. He shoved his cock deeper into her channel. “Let me feel your cunt clamp down on my dick.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, little trespasser. Just like that.”
He loved the feel of her squeezing his cock with only her pussy. Lengthening his strokes into her, Luke grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the mattress. He recalled her escape in his truck, and he renewed his vow to never allow that to happen again.
“Oh…oh…oh…” she mumbled.
“You. Are. Mine.”
“God!”
“You. Are. Mine.” His cravings to consume her, to possess her, to claim her forever as his alone clawed at his being, causing him to thrust into her harder and faster.
Her eyes opened wide, brimming with tears. Her mouth was agape, but she produced no sound.
His balls were heavy and ready to send his seed into his mate’s womb. As he imprinted himself on Megan, his connection to her deepened and became all-consuming. She thrashed under him like a live wire.
“Come for me, little trespasser. Come, now!”
She screamed, “God! Yes! Luke!”
When he heard his name pass her lush lips, holding back was not possible. He shoved his cock into her pussy as far as he could and flooded her insides with his cum.
Mine!
Chapter Nine
Megan snuggled her back into Luke’s front. By his rhythmic breathing, she believed him to be fast asleep. What was it about him that called to her on so many levels—hell, every one of her levels? It was so much more than his championship lovemaking that mesmerized her, though she couldn’t imagine not drowning in him again and again. He swamped her senses and filled her with so much more than his cock.
