by S Cinders
He looked at me like I was stark raving mad, and perhaps I was, but he nodded shakily.
“Would you lock up?” I asked.
Jake again nodded and went to do as I asked him. Soon it was just Scarecrow and me in the bar. His body was starting to revert to normal.
I knew that he would be embarrassed, and I didn’t want that. I was coming to care for every part of him, and the fact that he lost control coming to defend me, that was flat out hot.
Before he could utter the words of an apology, I slammed my lips to his.
His beast was just below the surface, and I know that he was fighting to hold back, not wanting to hurt me. But I wanted him, all of him.
Please kiss me back, Scarecrow, kiss me!
It was as if my pleas were answered, he grabbed my face, groaning and kissed me with raw passion. Tongues, teeth, and desire all fighting for dominance as my sanity quickly fled the room.
I wanted him. I wanted Scarecrow with a longing so intense that it scared me a little.
I didn’t care that we were in the middle of the bar or that anyone could see through the dirty windows.
I sank to my knees and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the denim down as his rigid cock bounced against his stomach.
This was what I had been waiting for!
CHAPTER 14
His hands fisted in my hair and I winced as he jerked my face up to meet his.
“Don’t—want—to—hurt—you.”
I knew full well that he was teetering on the edge of darkness, but as I licked my lips, never once taking my eyes away from his, I knew that I had him.
He practically rammed my face against his dick. The usual finesse was nowhere to be found as he forced his cock deep inside of my throat. I gagged, opening my mouth further and relaxing my throat.
His hold on my head remained rigid as his eyes bore down into mine.
I had to clench my thighs together. The throbbing was becoming insistent. There was something about the way he was using me for his pleasure that was getting me off.
Perhaps it was the idea that I drove him to this extreme, that it was me who had unleashed this beast and I would be the one to comfort him.
My hand came up between his legs to cup his balls. They were heavy and hot in my hand as I gently pulled and played with them.
“Take all of my cock, Indy! Fuck, just like that baby!”
Scarecrow’s one hand was now cradling my face.
“You look so sexy with your mouth full of cock. You like taking cock, don’t you?”
I nodded happily as I sucked and slurped his massive dick, ignoring the ache between my thighs.
I thought of the things that Scarecrow had been doing to my ass and the little imp in me came out to play.
I hollowed out the cavern of my mouth, sucking him in as deeply as I could and then swallowed. He jerked his hips forward. I knew that it was entirely involuntary by his hiss followed by some harsh face fucking.
It was worth it. The look on his face. He looked like he had died and gone to heaven. And I was the one who put him there.
“Fuck, Indy,” he reluctantly tried to pull back. He must have been getting close. But I wanted him to come inside of me. I wanted him to lose total control and be at my mercy.
I wrapped my hands around his thighs shoving myself so far onto him that my nose was buried in his trimmed pubic hair. His scent was all-encompassing. His rhythm was mesmerizing. And his release was imminent.
As I felt his thigh muscles tighten, he rolled to the balls of his feet, and it was then that I slid one hand to his ass rubbing his tight hole.
His eyes shot open as I slipped a finger inside, pressing forward and rubbing slightly.
I choked on all of the cum.
Scarecrow couldn’t catch his breath, nor could he seem to find words.
“What? I never—How did you? Who taught you? Shit, Indy! Shit!”
I smiled, sitting back on my knees as I leisurely pulled my shirt over my head. I used it to wipe up the cum that had spilled onto my face and chest and then tossed it aside.
Next, I rose to my feet, slipping off my ankle boots as Scarecrow watched his one-man striptease. My pink pants ended up somewhere near the pool table as I bent over a chair to take off my socks. Shoving my ass in the air, I wriggled it about a little, making sure that he got a good view.
I was about to flip around when I felt his huge hands grab my hips.
“This ass,” his growl sent shivers up my spine.
I felt his hands slip beneath my grey silk panties as he stroked the globes of my ass.
“So perfect,” he murmured slipping my panties over my hips and down my thighs. “And all mine.”
I looked at him teasingly over my shoulder, “I had thought it belonged to me.”
His eyes darkened, “Then you are mistaken.”
He turned me around and unhooked my bra. He had removed his other clothing, so we stood face to face without a stitch of clothing on.
“It is dangerous to approach me when I am in that state, Indy,” his voice was gravelly.
I didn’t pretend to misunderstand, “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
He cocked his head to the side considering, “No,” he said finally. “You know that I wouldn’t. But you put yourself in harm's way. And for that, you must be punished.”
I raised a brow, “Punished?”
“Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?”
His voice felt like velvet against my skin.
I cleared my throat, “Yes, I can take whatever you dish out.”
He grabbed the chair and sat upon it. Then he pointed to his lap, “Lay down. You can grab the chair legs on the side if you need support.”
I eyed him warily. Evidently, he was going to spank me, and I wasn’t sure I was all about it.
Knowing that I could stop this if I really wanted to, I draped myself over his lap feeling somewhat foolish.
“I am going to strike you ten times, and I want you to thank me each time. If you forget to count or to thank me, we will start again. Do you understand?”
I nodded, but he must not have seen it because he repeated himself.
“Yes, I understand.”
His warm hand caressed my backside, “Yes, Sir,” he corrected.
I flushed, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
A stinging slap came down against my right ass cheek, and I gasped in surprise. I suppose that I hadn’t expected it to hurt. But my skin was stinging and felt like it was on fire.
“Indy?” he growled.
“What?” I squeaked.
Another smack came down on my left ass cheek, and I couldn’t contain the yelp that escaped my lips.
“We are going to be here all night if you don’t do what you are supposed to do, Indy.”
Suddenly it came rushing back to me. And so, the moment the next strike began I was ready, “One, thank you, Sir.”
My chest was rapidly expanding as I tried to suck in more air. My ass already felt like it was on fire and I had nine remaining blows.
The next smack came down, “Two, thank you, Sir!”
And they continued, until it was a blur, as tears coated my cheeks. I didn’t want anymore, and I sure as hell didn’t want to do anything that might subject me to another punishment.
Scarecrow soothed the sting with his cool lips, “You are such a good girl, taking your punishment so bravely. And look at how wet you are for me. Aw, Baby, I am going to take such good care of you.”
And although my ass felt like I had sat on a bonfire, I realized that my pussy was throbbing with need.
He pushed my thighs further apart as his fingers played with my juices that not only coated my bare pussy but ran down the insides of my thighs.
I guess there was truth to the saying that the difference between pleasure and pain was a very fine line.
He picked me up and laid me on the pool table, knocking all of the balls away. My ass was sensitive, and so I th
rust my hips in the air in an effort to keep it from touching the material.
Scarecrow cupped each ass cheek tenderly as he pulled my body to the edge of the table and pulled my legs over his shoulders.
He licked my pussy, basking in the wetness that he had created. I should have been mortified at the lewd sounds it made as he fucked me with his creative tongue.
“Scarecrow, please,” I was begging and screaming as I thrust myself at him. I knew no shame. I only wanted the sweet release to come rushing over me.
But he kept me on edge. Just as I would begin to tremble, he would back away and kiss the sides of my thighs before starting all over again.
I don’t know how long he kept at it. To me, it seemed like days, but surely Jake would have something to say about the extreme fucking in the bar. Then again, this was The Snake Hole, so maybe they were used to it?
It wasn’t until I began to cry again, begging him for my release, that he finally relented.
Keeping my legs up by his ears, he shoved his massive cock inside of me. I screamed as wave after wave of pleasure nearly knocked me out. Bright lights appeared before my eyes, but he kept fucking me at a furious pace.
His balls, smacking my sore ass, and before I knew it, I was thrown into another orgasm. I cried out, trying to grab at anything. I felt like I was spiraling out of control.
His movements deepened and then with a grunt, he released his load deep inside of me.
I knew at that moment that there would never be anyone that made me feel the way Scarecrow did.
Fuck—was this love?
CHAPTER 15
Scarecrow carried me up the stairs, taking special care of my sore ass. Once he had brought me into his bedroom, he laid me gently on my stomach.
“Don’t move, Princess,”
I snuggled down into his sheets that smelled just like him. I didn’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to, and I certainly did not want to be anywhere but with him.
I heard him walk back into the room from the bathroom. My eyes were closed, and my mind was floating, somewhere off in Neverland.
I felt the bed sag as he sat down beside me, followed by the cooling sensation from the cream being gently rubbed into my smarting skin.
I cracked an eyelid, “What are you doing?”
His voice was gruff, “Aloe Vera cream, it has cooling and soothing properties that will help take the sting out of your ass.”
I loved having his hands on me and I loved him taking care of me. I knew I was in safe hands. The moment he gathered me into his arms, I snuggled up as tightly as one person could be beside another.
If I could have gotten inside of him, I would have. My mind was still muddled, but my heart felt free.
“Better?” he asked, kissing the top of my head as he held my body close to his.
I nodded, causing my lips to brush against his hot skin. He hissed, and if I hadn’t been so out of it, I would have laughed. But as it was, I allowed the sandman to pull me deeper and deeper into slumber.
“YOU CAN’T LEAVE YOUR damn panties on the bar, Indy!” Jake’s face was flushed three shades of red as he read Scarecrow and I the riot act.
“It is a good thing I come in early,” he continued to implore. “I can only imagine one of the regulars strapping on your bra and taking it for a test drive.”
I scowled.
I mean, I know I don’t have the biggest tits in the world, but I didn’t think that just anyone could fill out my size-c grey lingerie.
It took me a moment to realize that Scarecrow was no longer listening to Jake, but had become very interested in what I was doing. His eyes were dancing, and I saw a familiar quirk of his lips.
'What?' I mouthed, snatching my bra away from Jake indignantly.
“I don’t think the Princess quite gets the point,” Scarecrow could melt the panties off a nun.
“Why don’t you yell at the pretty boy?” I countered motioning over to where he was standing.
I tried throwing Jake off his game. I had listened to enough of this bullshit and I wanted to see Scarecrow in the hot seat for once.
“Oh, don’t even get me started about the stain on the pool table!” Jake moaned low in his throat, and it almost sounded animalistic.
It was this time that Scarecrow really did laugh. It was rich and decadent. He threw his head back, exposing his deeply tanned throat. His manly unshaven skin was making me want to lick every inch of that delectable body.
I cocked my head willing him to answer Jake.
“Spilled something,” Scarecrow replied deadpan.
His laughing eyes never left my face, and I felt my cheeks heat once again. Why did I even try?
“Shit,” Jake shook his head in exasperation.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I began, but Scarecrow let out another round chuckle, not even attempting to cover it up this time.
“What was it like?” Scarecrow asked, eyebrows raised as he leaned in, gently mocking me.
Images of the two of us fucking like rabbits on the pool table flooded my mind. My ass was still sensitive, although not nearly as much as it had been last night.
“You were there!” I smacked his hard chest with my fist, noting how it hurt me a whole lot more than it did him.
“I sure was,” his reply, firing back at me, “That’s why I can’t wait to hear you describe what we were doing. By all means, Indy, the floor is yours.”
Arrogant asshole, why did I ever think that this man was attractive?
My eyes traveled over his familiar features, drinking him in. My heart rate increasing as I continued down his rock-hard frame.
He stiffened, “If you don’t want a repeat performance, Indy, I suggest you quit with the eye-fucking.”
My hands flew to my cheeks. How could he say these things in front of Jake?
Jake?
“Where did Jake go?” I demanded.
Scarecrow swiped my silk bra from me.
“I think he’s washed his hands of us,” eyes dancing, Scarecrow held the skimpy material up to his chest. “So, honestly, were you more offended by the idea of one of these low life’s wearing your lingerie or that it might actually fit?”
“Argh!” I launched myself at him, trying to snatch the fabric from his fingers. He held the garment high above his head and caught me, so I didn’t fall.
His giant hand, anchoring my ass to his waist. I winced, and he stilled.
“Are you alright?” his gentle question was in such relief against our playful teasing that it didn’t only tug on my heartstrings, but tied the damn things in knots that no boy scout could ever unravel.
This is how Lucy found us. My skirt hiked up to an inappropriate degree, showing way more thigh than was necessary at nine in the morning.
Indeed, it was her fault. She had only brought a few outfits yesterday, and this was my second favorite behind the pink skinny jeans.
That damn Munchkin was worse than being caught by my mama. Her censorious eyes took in my disheveled appearance along with Scarecrow clutching my unmentionables.
It was far worse than facing Jake.
I disentangled myself from Scarecrow and straightened my navy pleated skirt that ended at mid-thigh.
“I assume that you haven’t heard from the Mayor?” Lucy sighed, and I noticed that she had large bags underneath her eyes.
“No,” I replied, “Is he looking for me?”
She barked out a laugh that held little to do with humor. “Looking for you? Not even close, Indy. He has proclaimed you legally dead.”
Scarecrow bristled, his protective arm pulling me into his side.
“What the fuck?” he growled.
Lucy nodded, “My sentiments exactly, but it is all right here in the morning paper.”
She pulled it out from her purse, and we read the front-page news.
'As Mayor of Munchkin City, in the county of The Land of Oz,
I would like to extend a formal welcome to Dorothy of Kan
sas on our official day of Independence.
The Coroner has declared that Bastinda, daughter of King Oz is most sincerely—dead.
I will be overtaking all of her responsibilities in lieu of these tragic events.
We are grateful to have Dorothy of Kansas to help guide the Munchkin’s and their descendants to their most significant heights.'
I stopped reading, numb from shock.
“Take it away,” Scarecrow growled, and Lucy quickly folded the paper and replaced it in her purse.
“Why do they believe him?” my voice was hollow.
“He’s a dip-shit, Indy. You know that.”
My eyes were clouded with tears, “I’ve never been genuinely dead before, not spiritually and physically dead.”
“You aren’t now,” Scarecrow uttered, “Just because some bitch prints some lies, it doesn’t make any of it real. Indy, she is trying to get to you. Don’t let her under your skin.”
My hands were shaking because deep inside, I knew that she was already under my skin.
Dorothy had tried to kill me. She has repeatedly killed my people in graphic ways. She poisoned my farmlands and my Mayor’s mind. And now she has declared me dead.
I felt a raw hunger break free inside of me. The fear and anxiety that had been swirling in my chest was thrust out to be replaced by sheer determination.
“That bitch can’t have my crown.”
Pride shown in Scarecrow’s eyes as he challenged me, “She can’t?”
“Hell, no. Dorothy needs to get back to Kansas. After all, there is no place like home.”
CHAPTER 16
We decided to hit the streets, or rather Scarecrow decided, and I insisted on tagging along. I sat behind him on his giant motorcycle, enjoying the feel of the engine between my legs, and the feeling of Scarecrow’s back pressed tightly against my chest.
My hands may have wandered a time or two. It wasn’t on purpose or anything. But after a very near miss with the frog pond, Scarecrow insisted I behave myself.
Buzzkill.
We passed much of the village. Munchkins tended to favor odd-looking dwellings with large domed roofs. White picket fences surrounded many of the homes giving Munchkin Land a feeling of the perfect storybook place.
