by BJ Wane
“That anyone could have stuck these in during the two hours we left it unattended in the parking lot? Yep.”
“I’ll call the sheriff to get someone out here to tow it in. We’ll have to retrieve their packages later.”
Piper and Haley simply stood by while they waited for one of Sheriff Norton’s deputies to show up and agree to wait for the tow truck which was on the way. The glares Brody aimed her way, when he chose to look at her, were filled with anger and reprisal, a reprisal Piper would be looking forward to if she wasn’t feeling so bad about her reckless behavior being responsible for her current predicament. The drive back to Hope in Brody’s car was made in tense silence and Piper was relieved when they finally pulled in front of Haley’s shop.
“I’m going to go have a talk with Gary, give him these nails, not that it’ll do any good,” Ian said. “I’ll walk back to the cabin.”
Brody just nodded at him, turned to look at Piper over the hood of his car and stated with tightly controlled anger, “Get in, Piper.”
“I know you’re angry,” Piper said as they pulled out, “and I know I shouldn’t have issued that dare. I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”
“No,” he interrupted her coldly, “you didn’t think. It’s bad enough you didn’t give any thought to your own predicament, but you had your best friend with you today. What’s your excuse for putting her at risk?”
“I don’t have one,” she snapped back, hating that she had to answer to him, hating losing control over her life and most importantly, hating that he was right. If anyone had hurt Haley because of her, she knew she’d never forgive herself. “Damn it,” she muttered, facing out the window so she didn’t have to see if he was gloating. Piper settled in sulky silence and was glad Brody didn’t pursue it. She was going to grab a beer and head out to work in her garden before it got dark. She was always able to relax and clear her head of cobwebs when she had her hands buried in dirt, tending to her vegetables and flowers.
Piper’s muttering was always a telltale sign of her frustration or stress, but Brody had a better way of dealing with her. Pulling to a stop in front of her cabin, he had come to the conclusion he needed to act on his threat of using his belt this time, and God help him if she responded to the sharper pain of leather the way she did his hand, because the way he was feeling, his cock already thick and hard at picturing her ass striped red, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to walk away this time. His fear for her overrode his anger, his good intentions and his common sense, leaving him to wonder if he was fighting a losing battle in keeping himself emotionally, as well as physically apart from her.
When she flounced by him, her head high, her eyes glittering, he simply reacted. Grabbing her hand, he hauled her to the hood of his car and bent her over the top, his taller, stronger body braced against her back to keep her from fleeing.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” he whispered silkily in her ear, the feel of her soft ass against his hard cock egging him on. “Remember what I said would happen the next time you defied me?”
Piper stilled her struggles as she felt not only his cock rubbing her ass, but the hard metal of his belt buckle. Just that quickly, her juices flooded her pussy, her buttocks clenched in anticipation of feeling that delicious fiery burn again and her nipples grew achingly taut.
“Answer me, Piper,” he demanded lowly as he let her feel his hand move between their bodies, let her hear him release his buckle and let her feel him pull the thick leather from his waist.
“You said you were going to spank me with your belt. Oh God, Brody,” she whimpered breathlessly, “I don’t think I can take it.”
“You won’t know until you try, but regardless, you’re going to get at least one stroke. If it’s too much, say so and I’ll switch to my hand. Brace yourself on your elbows and pull your hips back. Now.”
The quiet emphasis in that order demanded her surrender, her actions demanded she take her punishment and her pussy was demanding she give him what he wanted in the hope that he would reciprocate generously. Birds were tweeting from the woods, in the distance the sound of the lake splashing onto shore echoed faintly and there was enough of a breeze to rustle tree leaves, but all she was aware of was the erotic exposure of her ass when he pulled her skirt up, draped it over her back and pulled her panties down to her knees. She widened her legs automatically to keep them from dropping to her feet. She liked the picture she imagined they made stretched between her legs, liked the way her ass and thighs were showcased between her panties and her raised skirt, emphasizing and limiting the area to be spanked.
Brody doubled the belt, stood to her side and knew by the way she was cooperating that she was going to respond as heatedly to the pain of leather as she did to the pain of his palm. Confident she’d let him know if she wanted him to stop, he gave her one quick warning before snapping the leather across the middle of both buttocks. “Brace yourself, darlin’.”
The stroke came so fast after his warning Piper didn’t have time to do as he said, and she couldn’t prevent a startled cry from pealing out. This time she heard the swoosh of leather right before it struck, braced herself for the impact and the slash of pain then whimpered as that red hot sting fed the arousal pulsing in her pussy, set her inner flesh on fire.
After the third stroke, Brody paused and ran his hand over the three red stripes across her ass and smiled when her buttocks clenched tightly. Even though he could see the moisture coating her labia, physical evidence of her arousal, he needed that verbal confirmation before he continued. “Piper, are you with me?”
“Yes, yes, Brody. Please, don’t stop.” Not even her mortification over her response to this abasement could keep her from pleading for more. If he turned her down, turned away from her now, she knew she’d ask him to leave her alone despite the mounting threats against her. She’d rather face those alone than another rejection from him.
Snapping the belt on the under curve of her cheeks, he asked, “Are you going to stop taking off by yourself?”
Technically, she wasn’t by herself, Haley was with her, but she wasn’t about to belabor the point. “Yes, I promise.” She released her breath on a whoosh as he struck her across the top of her thighs then, without pause, landed a blow on her ass again.
Brody lowered his arm and cupped one reddened cheek in his hand, the heat warm on his palm. Her hips shifted as she tried to widen her stance but was brought up short by the panties still stretched between her legs. She made an awesome sight bent over his bright red car, her equally hot red ass displayed for him and anyone else who might come by her place, and if he was free to indulge in a no holds barred relationship, she would be the first one he’d be willing to do so with.
“Two more, then I’ll stop,” he told her as he withdrew his hand from her burning flesh as quickly as he withdrew from a fantasy he knew he couldn’t indulge in.
Piper took the next two strokes stoically even though her buttocks throbbed from the abuse he heaped on them. The sting from the belt was sharply breathtaking for only a few seconds, but as it eased and spread to her pussy, the lingering ache worked to keep her arousal high, her need on edge and she knew by the time he applied that last, hard swat, she was going to beg him again to fuck her.
She turned willingly into his arms when he lifted her upright, threw her arms around his shoulders and raised on her toes to bury her face in his neck, whispering over and over, “Please Brody, please, don’t turn me away. Please.”
Brody caved, his body overriding his conscience, her pleas leaving him no choice. “Tell me you’re still on the pill,” he rasped as he straightened her with a tight grip on her shoulders. He knew Ian kept condoms in his pocket, but Brody had kept his in the spare bedroom as another deterrent to giving in to her on the spot.
“I’m still on the pill.”
He didn’t question her this time like he did in Geneva and Piper took that as a sign he was as aroused, eager and needy as she was. His hands moved to her wa
ist and lifted her easily onto the hood of his car, making her wince when her sore buttocks plopped onto the warm metal. The quick move took her by surprise and she had to throw her arms behind her to brace herself.
“Don’t move,” Brody instructed hoarsely as he stripped her panties and sandals off before lifting the front of her skirt and tucking it into the waist, baring her from the waist down. “I want to look at you.”
Piper thought he meant the picture she made posed semi-nude on the hood of his car, but as he lifted her legs and braced her feet far apart then took those big hands and spread her bent knees even wider, she realized what he meant. His grey gaze zeroed in on her pussy, the wide position of her legs unfurling her thick, damp folds to reveal the pink recesses of her vagina.
“You’re so pretty here, darlin’.” Using one finger, they both watched as he sank it slowly into her until he was buried up to his knuckle. “God, you feel good. Tight, wet, and so damn fucking hot.”
His words aroused her as much as his finger slowly exploring her pussy. Taking his time, his eyes never lifting from her crotch, he simply felt her all over, learned the shape of her, traced over her slick walls, coasted over her clit, his slow, meticulous moves driving her to the edge until she knew she’d explode with just a little bit harder, longer touch on her clit. Needing that more than she needed her pride, she whispered, “Brody, please, touch me.”
Brody lifted smiling eyes up to her red face and teased, “I am touching you. Do you remember us touching you last week when you were out of your head with lust?”
“Yes, I think I recall most of it.”
“You’re just as swollen, just as warm and wet now as you were then, and we don’t have any drugs to blame this time.”
“No, I don’t need drugs, I just need…sex.” She was about to say you, but she couldn’t bring herself to give him that much power over her, even if it was true.
Brody didn’t like her answer, then again, he had no right to ask for more. Slowly pulling out of her snug channel, he watched her closely as he stroked his damp finger over her puckered back hole, wetting it before slowly breaching that tight orifice. “Remember when we did this, how you came apart with a scream that could probably be heard in town?” He stopped at the first knuckle as she accustomed herself to the rude intrusion.
All Piper remembered was when fingers stroked her where no one had gone before, the pleasure had been so intense everything had gone black for a split second before erupting in the brightest, most overwhelming sensation she had ever experienced. “I just remember an orgasm that rivaled anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“Let’s see if we can match it or at least get close. Open your blouse and show me those awesome breasts.”
Piper loved the way he took control, loved the way he told her explicitly what he wanted, leaving no room for doubts. Using just one hand while she remained braced on the other, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, spreading both garments wide enough to free her breasts. Between the outdoor breeze wafting over her puckered nipples and his heated gaze as he blatantly looked his fill, her lust inched up yet another notch, making her wonder how much higher it could go before she simply splintered apart. She felt decadently exposed, which only added to the overwhelming arousal coursing through her veins, and when he inched his finger deeper into her ass, then brought his other hand to her pussy and thrust two fingers inside her in one deep plunge, she got her answer on how much she could take before exploding.
The orgasm punched through her, lifted her hips up as she unconsciously sought more from those marauding fingers, the pleasure a sharp jab of intensity as it rendered her incoherent for its duration. Five years ago, this man had left her with an appetite for sex that had remained unsated until now, and she practically wept at the pleasure filling her.
Brody could no more keep from plunging his cock into her spasming pussy than he could deny she meant more to him than any other woman ever had. Pulling from her still grasping sheath, he released his cock, grabbed her still warm buttocks and lifted her hips for his rough possession. When she collapsed on her back, wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed at her bouncing breasts, he felt her climax again, her slick walls gripping his dick instead of his fingers, milking his own orgasm from him with strong pulls on his rigid length. Her scream echoed in the yard and had Ian stopping at the edge of the path, his brow rising in question when their eyes met.
He couldn’t answer his friend right now, wasn’t sure he had an answer for him about his actions. He was too busy watching his cock spear those bare, swollen folds and reaping the rewards of having Piper’s pussy snugly wrapped around him again, her juices coating him, making it easy to take her harder, deeper until his balls pulled up and his orgasm erupted with blinding speed and ecstasy. With his hands filled with the soft flesh of her ass, his cock surrounded by the soft flesh of her vagina and her strong legs clasped around his hips, anchoring him to her, he slammed into her over and over as pleasure racked his body from head to toe, pleasure so intense, nothing else mattered except this blinding all-consuming ecstasy.
Chapter Ten
Piper was on cloud nine the rest of the evening, her pussy sore from the way Brody had fucked her so deep and hard, her nipples aching from where she had pinched them and her anus softly throbbing from just the stroke of his finger in that sensitive hole. When she had turned her head and spotted Ian at the edge of the clearing, she blushed in embarrassment, but when she came inside, imagining the picture they made with Brody keeping her hips elevated and immobile with his hard hands gripping her ass, her legs locked tightly around his hips as he pounded into her over and over, she decided the embarrassment was worth the excitement of knowing he was watching.
Since they had a late lunch, she tossed together a salad while Brody and Ian were talking outside. She couldn’t wait until they went to bed, was dying to feel Brody’s naked body against hers, already anticipating the deep plunges of his cock fucking her again. Not even the vandalism to her beloved jeep could put a damper on her mood. She refused to think about when they left, about their warnings that Charles might still be alive and their responsibility to arrest him for money laundering some drug lord’s profits. She knew in her heart Charles didn’t, couldn’t have survived that assassination attempt, just as she knew there was no future for her and Brody, never had been. Despite her physical and attitude changes, she was still the same person he had rejected so long ago until she practically forced him to fuck her.
If their past wasn’t enough to keep her grounded where he was concerned, the present certainly was. Her home was here, and she loved it. She had no intentions of leaving all that she had worked so hard for, especially for a man who had trouble deciding if he wanted her or not. His life was in Virginia and with his job. But they had now, and she was more than willing to take advantage of his capitulation, indulging in a sexual relationship until they caught whoever was tormenting her.
At the sound of the front door opening, she turned from the counter holding the large bowl of salad. “I know we ate a big late lunch, but I thought this might tide you over until morning.”
The wide smile on Piper’s face made his gut clench, and Brody knew she was expecting him to carry on with her now that they’d had sex. As if it wasn’t bad enough he had his conscience berating him, he had to listen to Ian read him the riot act about toying with her. The problem was, he wasn’t toying with her, he simply wasn’t free at this time to pursue a relationship and wouldn’t be until Charles was found. And if they managed to either put him away or use him as a witness against Pasquino and then put him in witness protection? Well, then he’d see just how big a heart Piper had, how forgiving she could be.
With her juices still coating his cock and the remembered feel of her spasming around him as she climaxed, he knew it was going to be a long evening. “That does look good, darlin’.” Taking a seat at the counter, he looked inside the bowl. “What all’s in there?”
“You’re not going to try to feed us tofu or anything else that I’m allergic to, are you?” Ian asked suspiciously as he took a seat.
Piper giggled, something she hadn’t done since high school, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She was in such a good mood. Awesome sex will do that to you and having two hot guys sitting at her table, shit eating grins on their faces, well, it just didn’t get any better.
“You are not allergic to anything and trust me, you’ll like everything in there.”
“Did she just say, trust me?” Ian asked Brody with a smirk.
Winking at her, Brody answered dryly, “Yeah, but I don’t. What’s in this salad?”
“Just eat it and shut up. If you really want to know, the ingredients all came from my garden and everything is labeled out there. Check it out yourself.” Piper was relieved the mood had lightened considerably since they returned from Branson and she hoped Brody’s good humor was because the car sex was as good for him as it was for her.
Piper got her first clue that Brody wasn’t thinking along the same lines as she was when he sat in her leather armchair instead of next to her on the sofa when they moved into the great room after dinner. Her second clue was when he simply bade her good night after their movie and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom like he had done each night since they got here, as if the mind numbing sex they had a few hours ago meant nothing. Heading upstairs alone, she tried not to let her disappointment and disillusionment show, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt her once again.
Self-directed anger quickly replaced her hurt feelings as she showered, especially when she soaped up her still sensitive nipples and pussy. The light strokes of her sudsy hands were enough to have her aching for more, but she refused to give in to the urge to get herself off. Masturbating again to thoughts of what she wanted and what Brody refused to give her wasn’t going to happen. When she had fled Atlantic City with her emotions in shambles, she swore she wouldn’t let another man have a hold on her again, no matter how much she wanted him. She never wanted to experience loss again like she had when Charles had been assassinated and never wanted to feel betrayed and unwanted again like she had when Brody revealed his true self. It was her fault that she kept throwing herself at a man who had made it clear he only wanted friendship and her fault she kept getting hurt when he rejected her.
