Her Panther Protector [The Protectors 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Fuck, yes, I’m going to…fuuuck.”

  Hands buried in her hair, he thrust deep and, groaning in satisfaction, shut his eyes as his cock pulsed with the force of his release. He was dimly aware of Macey’s strangled cough as he pushed in too far and her pulling back slightly while she tried her best to swallow down his seemingly never-ending stream of cum.

  By the time his dick stopped spurting and softened slightly, Sasha’s legs would barely support him. Releasing his stranglehold on her hair, he slid to the floor next to his girl. Panting for breath, and with his vision still dimmed from his spectacular release, he reached for her and pulled her on his lap. His panther strutted in delight at the way she snuggled into him, all fragrant curves against his hard frame, and with his eyes closed, Sasha inhaled deeply against her neck. She smelled of his sweet girl, and him, and she giggled when, following his nose, he licked the drops of his cum off her that she hadn’t managed to swallow.

  Tasting himself with her was a strange, if not unpleasant sensation, and he loved the way her heat rate went into overdrive with each new lick of his tongue. When his legs finally stopped trembling and he’d cleaned her up as best he could. Sasha pried his eyes open and framed her face with his hands. He had to clear his throat to get his voice to work.

  “I love you to distraction, too, kitten, and where the fuck did you learn to do that so well?”

  Her eyes widened at his hoarsely delivered words and filled with tears, and Sasha’s panther whined, even as she offered him a tentative smile.

  “You do?” she asked. Her voice was no more than a soft whisper, and Sasha had to kiss her. The immediate way she opened to him and kissed him back with an almost desperate urgency meant he hardened anew, and Macey giggled into his kiss when she seemed to notice.

  “Again, Sir?” she asked, and reached for him.

  Sasha grasped her wrist to stop her, and shivers of need rolled over her skin when he bit down lightly on her bottom lip and then nibbled his way down her neck and licked along her collar bone.

  “No, kitten. Time to remind you who’s in charge here, and to take you out of your head for a bit. You’re still worrying too much, I can tell.” He pulled back to study her expression, and sure enough, she frowned at him. “Besides,” he continued, “I want to spill inside you next time while I mark you as mine and mine alone.”

  Macey groaned as he brought his free hand between her legs and slid his fingers through the wet lips of her pussy.

  “Mmm, so fucking wet for me. I’m going to enjoy claiming my juicy pussy and this ass.” He trailed his slick fingers downward toward her butt, and Macey whimpered in need and lifted up slightly to give him room. “Yes, that’s my girl. You’ll let me, too, won’t you, kitten?” He traced her rim with one just one finger and Macey gasped.

  “Yes, Sir, anything.”

  The words were music to his ears, but he had to push her a bit more, so, withdrawing his hand, he left it on her abdomen. Her skin rippled under his touch, and yet more of her feminine arousal slipped out of her cunt when he looked down between her open thighs.

  “Anything, kitten?” he asked, and she swallowed hard and nodded.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m glad to hear it, so answer my question. Where did you learn to give a blow job like that?”

  Macey dropped her gaze and, shaking her head, tried to close her legs, but Sasha was having none of that.

  Lifting her by her hips, he made her straddle him, an action that forced her legs apart and gave him an unhindered view of her pussy, especially when he pulled her ass forward. It meant Macey had to put her hands on the floor behind her to stop herself from toppling backward as he pulled her forward until his once-again-fully-erect cock sat up just between her labial lips. They caressed his dick like a sweet kiss, and they both groaned when he lifted her up by her hips and slid her hot cunt up and down the length of his shaft. It would be so easy to thrust into her silken depths, but thanks to the awesome blow job she’d given him, Sasha was in full control here, and he intended to savor his girl.

  “Answer me, girl, or so help me, I will paddle that ass rather than fuck it.”

  A gasp escaped Macey at his words, and she coated his dick with a fresh trickle of her juices as he continued to move her up and down his hard flesh.

  “Maybe that’s what you need, though, is that it?”

  When she didn’t reply, he lifted her up until the tip of his cock slid into the entrance of her channel, and Macey whimpered. Her internal muscles clenched and released as though she was trying to draw him inside her body, and with a growl to shake the kitchen cabinet he was leaning his back on, Sasha brought her hips down, impaling himself in the hot clasp of her body.

  “Oh.” Head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open, Macey tightened around him as he lifted her up and down his shaft. Sasha couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way her inner lips gripped his junk, and seeing his cock, slick with her juices, disappear in and out her cunt was damn fucking erotic. He indulged himself by lifting her on and off his dick a few more times, until the ever-increasing ripples around his staff told him how close she was to coming.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” he murmured and, yanking her off his dick, flipped her over. He stopped her fall toward the floor with one arm around her waist until she’d got her purchase on all fours and, getting to his knees behind her, slapped her ass several times until the pale skin bloomed pink.

  “I could take you right here and now, but this damn stone floor is too hard on your knees. I want you to crawl after me while we take this somewhere more comfortable.” He stood up and smirked down at her as she trembled on all fours like the kitten he called her. “Comfortable for me anyway.”

  Macey groaned and shook her head, and Sasha brought his hand back down on her ass with so much force that her knees gave away.

  “No? Are you safewording on me, girl?”

  A sob escaped Macey and it almost made him relent and stop this right now, but then she took a deep breath in, scrambled back up on her knees and looked up at him, face flushed and on the verge of tears. It was the trust in her expressive chocolate eyes that told him he was doing the right thing by pushing her this much.

  “No, Sir, I’m not. I just…Please, just take me.”

  “All in good time, girl. Answer my question.”

  Macey shut her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, they were full of old hurt.

  “My ex taught me. He didn’t like to have sex, per se.” At Sasha’s annoyed harrumph, she offered him a tentative smile.

  “The same fool that made you think you weren’t good at sex?” he asked, and she nodded. “That just goes to show what a fuckin’ fool he was. Let me guess, he couldn’t be bothered to make sure you got off during sex, so he made you go down on him all the time?” When she didn’t reply, just stared up at him, Sasha swore and got down on his haunches in front of her. “Fuck that, had I known, I never would have…”

  He let his words trail off, utterly disgusted with his handling of the situation, but Macey surprised him yet again.

  “It’s okay. I hated doing that for him, but with you…seeing you unravel like that for me, that was hot, and I want to do that again, Sir, please.”

  Sasha blew out a huff of relief, and she smiled that impish grin he was fast yearning to see more of.

  “Maybe I’ll make it part of our daily protocol, then, kitten.” He laughed at her eager nod and then sobered.

  “Thank you for telling me, baby. Anything else I ought to know before we continue?” he asked, and she shook her head.

  “Only this. I was frigid with him.” She sat up and put her index finger on his lips to stop him from saying anything at that, and he frowned but held his tongue.

  “Only because he wasn’t what I needed. I think that’s always been the problem. I needed, need this.” She assumed her position on all fours as naturally as could be, and smiled. “So, please, Sir, show me what I’ve been missing all
these years.”

  * * * *

  Admitting her innermost needs like this ought to have terrified her, but in truth, the opposite was true. Everything she’d read about the lifestyle stressed the importance of being honest, and the flare of heat in Sasha’s eyes told her she was doing the right thing. The smile that lit up his rugged features helped her to further slip into her submissive headspace. Closing her eyes, she dropped her gaze back to the floor and waited for his instructions.

  “Kitten, you humble me with the gift of your submission.” The almost reverent tone of his voice washed over her like soothing honey, and she sighed when she felt his heavy hand on her back. “I promise you right here and now that I will never take it for granted.”

  He cleared his throat as though overcome with emotion, and she had to smile at the thought of the cocky Sasha struggling to express himself.

  “I know you will, Sir, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I’m just sorry I fought this…us for so long. I don’t know why I did, and if you see fit to punish me, then…” Her voice wobbled slightly at the thought. She hadn’t forgotten his warning that proper punishment would hurt.

  Sasha tilted her chin up to make her look at him, and his tender smile reassured her further. “How about we draw a line under what’s happened in the past and start afresh, right now?”

  His smile deepened at her sigh of relief, and he kissed her nose.

  “Close your eyes and count to one hundred in your head. I’ve got to prepare a few things, and then come find me. Upstairs, second door on your left, kitten, and do not keep me waiting.” His voice dropped to that delicious, deep growl that made every nerve ending in her body stand up to attention, and she breathed her answer.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Macey grinned and started counting as she heard him move away. Two simple words that really oughtn’t make her feel as though she could conquer the world, but they meant he was pleased with her, and that knowledge gave her a warm glow of happiness inside. It was incredibly freeing, knowing that she didn’t have to worry about a thing, and as long as she did as she was told, pleasure would follow. The higher she got in her numbers, the more the anticipation of what was to come made her tremble, and by the time she finally reached one hundred, she eagerly opened her eyes and started to crawl.

  It felt awkward at first, and the stone tiles of Sasha’s kitchen dug into her hands and knees and made her wince as she hobbled along. By the time she reached the carpeted hallway, however, she had a good swing going, and she grinned to herself as she crawled up the stairs. Kenny would have the giggles seeing her crawl, and would jump on her back to play horsy. It was one of her nephew’s favorite games, and after this, she wasn’t at all sure she wouldn’t blush scarlet every time they played it in future. No doubt Sasha would get a kick out of her resulting discomfort if that happened. After all, her Sir had a decidedly sadistic streak.

  All thoughts of Kenny flew out of her mind when she reached the top of the stairs and crossed the landing. The door in front of her was ajar and she knew she ought to crawl past it, but the glimpse of an overflowing bookcase stopped her. With an uncertain look up the landing, she pushed the door open and gasped in delight.

  The walls of this little room were lined with bookcases, and the window seat was clearly set up as a cozy reading corner. It gave her a moment of uncertainty as the sharp poker of jealousy twisted her guts. It was too feminine a place for Sasha to use, and sure enough, the worn leather settee sat at right angles to the frills of the window seat looked more his style. With another wary glance over her shoulder, she crawled over to it and picked up the well-read paperback that sat upside down on the couch.

  Pride and Prejudice, now that was a surprise. She wouldn’t have pegged her Sir for someone who read and obviously enjoyed the classics. Heck, she wouldn’t have thought him the type to read at all, if she was honest with herself, and her gut churned. She had made so many assumptions about him, and she really ought to know better than to jump to conclusions based on the way someone looked.

  A quick glance ‘round showed his reading style to be varied for sure. The whole collection of Shakespeare’s works was there, as were most of the other classics, a vast selection of crime thrillers, autobiographies, and on the lower shelves, a selection of children’s books. Some looked old, and she wondered if they’d been Sasha’s when he was little. He would have looked just like Kenny did now, she was sure.

  Was this the house he’d grown up in? The cottage was old with a charm all of its own, from the mullioned windows to the low ceilings interlinked with heavy wooden beams. Macey would be able to touch them if she stretched up, and she briefly wondered how the much-taller Sasha managed to get about. He’d have to constantly duck his head past the beams, surely? The ceilings were much higher downstairs, she remembered that from her brief glance of the place before concern about his injuries obliterated everything else, and she’d been too busy trying not to combust in the kitchen to take too much notice of her surroundings.

  Macey barely suppressed a giggle and, putting the book back down in its place, she turned to resume her crawl to Sasha when the small bookcase right by the window seat caught her attention. It was filled to the rafters with romance novels, some of which didn’t appear to have been read yet, and that hot poker was back, stabbing her insides. For all she knew, he brought all his conquests back here, and Macey pulled a face at that thought.

  “There you are. Trust you to be sidetracked by a room full of books.”

  Macey jumped at the hint of censure in Sasha’s voice, and when she looked toward the entrance everything inside of her stilled. He’d pulled some worn joggers on. They hung low on his hips and did nothing to hide the outline of his erect cock as he ran his lazy gaze all over her body.

  “Sorry, Sir, I just…” She couldn’t help it. She glanced back at the bookcase and the window seat and frowned. Sasha noticed, of course. He didn’t seem to miss much when he was in Dom mode, and a shiver went through her when he brought his hands into view. He was holding a riding crop and her breathing sped up as he stepped closer and ran it over the back of the couch, and then brought it down hard. The resounding whoosh and slap as it connected with the leather made her jump anew, and she didn’t like the wicked grin in his eyes one little bit.

  “I was just going to use this to tease you a bit, but as you seem determined to not follow my instructions, I reckon five strikes with the crop on your gorgeous ass should help you to concentrate on following your Sir’s orders.”

  Again he brought the crop down on the couch, much harder than before, and Macey whimpered. “No, Sir, please, I’ll be good.”

  Another loud crack stopped her, and she froze when Sasha growled low in his throat. “Enough, or I’ll make it ten. Now drape yourself over the arm of the couch and take your punishment, girl.”

  The “girl” stung more than she would have thought possible, and she hastened to comply, only to be stopped by him.

  “No, the other arm. As you find my mother’s collection of literature so interesting, you will look at them when you take your punishment.”

  “Your mother’s?” she asked, and when he gave her a tight nod and tapped that blasted crop against his leg in a clear signal of his irritation, she draped herself over that arm as best she could. The leather felt oddly comforting next to her bare skin, surrounded as she was by his scent.

  She couldn’t hide her tremble when he stepped closer and ran the tip of his crop slowly over her back. He traced the contours of her ass, down to the crease with her thighs, and then brought the crop down without warning over the back of her thighs. Pain flared up from the contact, and tears sprang up in Macey’s eyes. Not that it hurt that much. It was the reason why he punished her that hurt far more, as confirmed by his next words.

  “That was one, for the doubt that was written all over your face when I found you.”

  Again the crop made contact with a different part of her ass this t
ime, and Macey bit back a cry. That one hurt far more.

  “Two, for assuming I would bring my mate to somewhere I’d brought other women.”

  The crop swung again, and this time Macey couldn’t stop herself from crying out. Those strikes were definitely getting harder.

  “Three, for letting the past interfere with what we have now. We agreed, did we not?”

  Sasha stepped around her and yanked her head up by her hair. The rough action made her scalp sting, and Macey didn’t even try to stop the tears that were starting to fall down her cheeks.

  “Yes, we did, I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help it, though. I love you, and you’ve had all these other women, and I bet they’re all much prettier than—”

  His furious growl stopped her, and in a flash of speed he was behind her, and delivered the last two swats with a force that shook the couch. Macey screamed and sobbed as pain engulfed her, only to be replaced by Sasha’s strong arms as he lifted her up and carried her out of the room and into another. She couldn’t make out the particulars through her blurry vision, and when he sat down with her on his lap, she just let the tears fall.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m useless at this.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Macey’s tear-filled words cut a path of searing pain across his heart, as though the tears soaking his chest were made from acid. Holding her close, he nuzzled into her neck and Macey shivered in his arms.

  “You’re new to this, my sweet kitten, not useless.”

  She looked up at him then, and the desperate hope shining out of her expressive eyes made his gut churn.

  “We’ll have to work on these issues of yours, but for now, let me tell you this. Yes, I’ve fucked plenty of women, but that’s all I did. I fucked them. They all knew the score. Back then this panther did not do commitment, and not one of them, not a single one ever made it past the threshold of this house. To do so would be defiling the memory of my parents, and I might have been a complete asshole, but I wouldn’t do that. This house and the memories it holds are all I have left of them, and I never in a million fucking years thought I would meet a woman worthy of bringing back here—until I met you.”