Authors: Selena Kitt
He moved to her front and flicked her
clit with his tongue before drawing it between his soft lips. Her breasts rose
and fell as her eyes closed. If she could, she’d hold his head tight against her
and let herself go over the edge as he rarely allows.
She jerked when he let her go and blew
on the wet, hot flesh. His tongue snaked below it into the wet come running
from her core. He licked and lapped, drinking her nectar.
Thrusting several fingers in her at
once, she squirmed with the need for action. Again, she tried to grab the
leather straps. She bit down on her lips as she finally got it and used her
strength to pull herself up and down on his fingers. He didn’t try to stop her.
He sucked her clit and her breathless panting hitched. He stopped and moved
away. She watched him remove the rope from its hook and lay down on the soft
grass beneath her. He lowered her down onto his cock. She blew out, loving the
feel of his eight inch thick meat slipping into her. Part of her relaxed once
she met his flesh, part of her wanted to ride him hard and fast.
Using the ropes, he controlled her
movements, raising and lowering her on his erection.
Eryn watched his face, his eyes as
they closed. He thrust faster, yanking the ropes faster and faster. Sparks shot up through her, her body quivering for more. Her breath came out in pants
mixing with his moans. She gripped him with her inner muscles, wanting to
tighten with her thighs. It exhilarated her, being unable to do what she
wanted. “More, don’t stop,” she panted, disobeying his silence rule.
Max lost his grip and pulled on the secure
rope while attempting to gain control of the other. Eryn cried out,
“Cornflower.” Excruciating pain shot through her shoulder.
Max immediately dropped the ropes and
reached for her and within seconds had her free of the straps. He pulled her
down to him, caressing, crooning, “I’m sorry, love.”
She groaned and tried to move to make
herself more comfortable, and he let her do what she needed. Moving to his side
on her knees, she held her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He was up and checking her out before
she could meet his eyes and beg him to forgive her.
“It’s not dislocated, but I might have
pulled a muscle.” He cupped her face, lifting it. “I’m so, so sorry, Eryn.”
With his thumbs, he wiped tears from her cheek.
“It’s my fault. I spoke and distracted
you. Also, I stiffened instead of grabbing on to the strap and moving with it.”
“Let’s get you inside.” He lifted her
into his arms and she cuddled against him.
He set her on the couch near the fire
and wrapped an afghan around her. “I’ll get some oil and rub it out for you.”
Eryn moved to the floor and hoped she
hadn’t done too much damage to herself. She really wanted the weekend to make
up for the week apart. Rubbing her shoulder, Max came over and handed her a
mauve colored pill. She hated taking anything, but a pain reliever might not be
a bad idea in this case. She swallowed with the water he handed her and then
watched him spread out one of their yoga mats and lay an open sleeping bag over
it for softer padding. She lay out on her stomach, biting her lip. He moved her
arm out from her side and she couldn’t hold back the groan.
“Sorry, baby.”
She heard him rub oil between his
hands before spreading it over her tender flesh. He pressed, moving in circles
from her neck down her arm and over her shoulder blade.
His hands glided down her spine and
back up, working out to her sides and down over her ass. As he worked out the
soreness, she found herself relaxing and the primal need began to return. His
gentleness fed her rising desire. “Rosy, master. Please,” she said as she
raised her rear.
He leaned over her, whispering next to
her ear, “Baby, not tonight. You need to rest the shoulder.”
“It happened, it’s over. I’m good
right here.”
He moved from her and she waited
patiently, knowing he’d have to change gears. He’d never be all right with her
getting hurt during play, but it rarely happened.
Firm hands opened her thighs and his
breath fanned her aroused skin. The tip of his tongue ran up the slit of her
pussy penetrating and exciting her. Flexing her toes and pushing her legs up
off the floor as she swallowed the moans gurgling in her throat, Eryn fell into
a cloud of sensuous comfort. Balling the flannel in her hand, she smiled as he
lapped at her juices.
Max swirled his tongue around her
inner lips before heading up her crack where he bit her ass cheek. She gasped
and reared up for more.
Eryn flinched out of reflex more than
pain when his hand came down hard on her ass. She counted to herself since he
didn’t ask for a count, and when he reached twelve and stopped, she was panting
and grinding her hips into the floor. The fire in her clit burned through her
head-to-toe. Her cavern ached for his cock. Tightening her fingers on the cloth
to prevent herself from reaching down and burying them in her pussy, she fought
the urge to scream out the glorious pleasure.
“Twenty. Count, love,” he said, his
voice husky with his own desire.
“One ass swat,” she said, being a
smart ass.
The next one was harder. “Oh, master,”
she sighed. “Two sweet ass swats.” She grinned when the next came down harder
in punishing reward. Clawing at the floor, breathless and silently begging to
be fucked, she rocked her hips. The fabric beneath her hips became wetter with
her juices. Her heart pounded, her hips rotated and she strained, wanting to
ease the suffering.
When she reached eighteen, she
couldn’t hold back the orgasm. Heat enveloped her body as she tensed and
convulsed through the sweet haze.
Max pulled her backward and up over
his thighs before plunging into her trembling cavern. She tried to push herself
up for self-gratifying thrusting back on his cock, but her shoulder couldn’t
handle the weight. The unattended punishment of having him pound her while she
couldn’t reciprocate had her mouth watering with new hunger. Unstrapped and
incapable—wow…shivers raced through her as flexing wet muscles massaged
swollen, hot flesh. Panting, eyes closed, she growled out, “Hot dam.” He
smacked her ass. “Oh, god damn, don’t stop,” she begged when her clit screamed
and shudders racked her lower body.
Chapter 3
He stopped whacking her and grabbed
her waist, grunting as he shot his load into her. She tried to wrap her ankles
behind him, but all she could manage was to dig into his cheeks and pull him
closer. She moaned as the motion put pressure on her clit and had him trembling
against her.
Falling forward, Max’s hands landed
next to her shoulders. “Damn amazing,” he mumbled.
His words and the wisps of his breath
sent another set of spasms through her. He moved to her side, caressing her
back. Reaching up with her hand, she laid it against his beating heart.
“I’m going to turn on the hot tub and
start the grill,” he said.
“Mmm,” was all she managed as he
pushed himself up from the floor.
“Don’t fall asleep, love,” he said.
Eryn smiled, but lay with her eyes
closed, basking in the sleepy fog. Well, until the dull throb of her shoulder
penetrated, making the thought of the hot tub sound pretty good.
It wasn’t easy getting herself up off
the floor, but she managed and headed around the outer perimeter of the cabin,
taking in the scent of charcoal lighter. Max wasn’t in sight, but he often took
a stroll in the woods. Holding her arm close to her body, she climbed the steps
and eased down into the churning water. It hadn’t quite warmed up yet, but the
coolness was welcomed at the moment. She settled down in her corner and laid
her head back, letting her body relax.
The water slowly warmed and acted like
a drug encompassing her. She yawned then smiled as a gentle breeze caressed her
face. She opened her eyes and watched the god of mythical gods step down and
cross to her. Gray-blue eyes looked back at her as he planted his hands on
either side of her.
“Stand down.” He nipped the corner of
her mouth. “Let me be your lover tonight.”
“Not necessary,” she breathed while he
skimmed her injured shoulder.
“Tonight it is.” He pulled up and
gazed at her. “I don’t want to hurt you any further.”
Damn, he was so sweet. Eryn caressed
his cheek. “There’s no real damage to my shoulder.”
“For tonight, we go vanilla.”
He captured her mouth with gentle
hunger, teasing arousal from her before he backed off. “I’m going to put the
steaks on,” he whispered.
* * * *
Eryn stood at the stove frying fish
for their breakfast. She hadn’t really felt like running down to the lake to
catch it when she awakened, but fixing Max’s favorite breakfast was important
to her. He’d felt raunchy for hurting her and she wanted him to know she
forgave him even though there was nothing to be forgiven for. And she wanted
him to him to know the weekend should go on as planned.
She heard footsteps as he came from
the bedroom and straightened to hide the pain in her shoulder. “Good morning,
sir. Did you sleep well?”
His arms came around her and he
nuzzled her neck, nipping with his lips. He smelled wonderful, fresh from a
shower and wearing her favorite spiced cologne. “Status, love.”
“Rosy, master.” She insisted on
handling what he dealt today which was why she’d taken two of the wretched
pills after she’d cleaned the fish and showered. Most of her body needed her to
handle it.
“Biscuits and veggie taters?”
His breath fanned her cheek; she
shivered with desire. “In the oven, sir.”
“Good deal, love.”
“Sir, there’s a storm moving in.” She
glanced over her shoulder when he moved away. Max disappeared through the
doorway, but not before she gave his ass an appreciative smile. How she loved
him in butt-hugging jeans. Thank God Wrangler made Rustlers, because he wasn’t
made for their maker. Returning to the fish, she turned it over then moved off
to pour juice and coffee. Sounds drifted in from the living room and her heart
accelerated in hopes he was setting up the inclined bench she loved. Tempted to
peek and take the punishment if he caught her, her better sense said no. It
wouldn’t be worth burning the fish over. She plated the food and called out,
“On the table, sir.”
He returned and sat without a word.
She watched him cut the filets into bits and mix into the diced potatoes with
peppers, celery and tomatoes. When he finally put a fork into his mouth, his
eyes met hers. Her breath caught as if they’d just met or married and he was
trying her cooking for the first time. Beautiful eyes smiled at her while he
chewed and swallowed.
“Fabulous, love.”
She sighed. “Free to speak, sir?”
“Please.”
“I love you.” For some reason, she
felt the sting of tears. The week’s emotions were piling on her; that had to be
it. She hated being apart from him.
He stood and she saw the natural bulge
in his jeans had grown. When he stopped beside her and turned her chair, she
had no idea what he intended to do. Until he kneeled, opening her thighs.
“Breakfast needs one little touch to
make it perfect.”
Max proceeded to pull her hips forward
and bury his tongue between the folds of her pussy. She relaxed back, her fingers
running through his still damp hair. “Oh, where was this at one this morning
when I was going crazy?” she whispered. She lifted a leg and let it rest on the
corner of the table. “Oh, baby,” she crooned when he circled over her clit.
He sat back, running his tongue over
his lips. A mischievous smile formed.
Chapter 4
Eryn realized he wasn’t going to
finish what he started and it made her hotter.
“Still love me,” he asked.
“Damn right, I do.” She yanked Max to
her and planted her mouth on his, hungrily devouring him. When his arms started
to draw her down to him, she broke contact. “Go eat. You’ll need your
strength.”
He chuckled and returned to his seat.
Rain pelted against the window over
the sink. “It’s like a cloak, giving us a cozy atmosphere,” she commented.
“Eat up, love.”
She smirked loving how he easily
switched back into master-sub mode. “Yes, sir.”
With only the rain talking, Eyrn was
content to forgo further conversation. Anything that would move along time when
she could feel some leather, maybe earn a spanking or two throughout the day.
It’d been a while since she craved it like she did now. It was his fault. Ok,
so it was his bosses fault, she admitted as she scooped up a piece of the fish.
He should train someone else to work on the darn hospital system instead of
sending Max off to Boston to fix it every damn time.
Max finished and put his plate in the
sink and left her to the thoughts in her head. She knew he’d wait for her to
clean up with patience, but then he’d turn on the big, bad, master mode. The
knowing made her smile.