Stripped Bounty (12 page)

As if on cue, reality plowed its way through her lust-filled desire and she frowned. Her life was in danger, serious danger, and she was horny? How fucked up was that? Though it hadn’t stopped her from shamelessly sucking his dick whenever he commanded her to, or riding his face, or cock into orgasm heaven at any time that week.

“Bed. Now.”

Rosie opened her eyes to find Badger above her, his face upside down, staring down at her with an expression in his eyes she could not read. “Yes, sir.”

He walked away, and she cringed as she got to her feet, totally unable to stop the sudden lust pulsing hot and fast through her veins, nor the automatic response to his command that’d flown out of her mouth. Rosie followed him to the bedroom. Praying as she navigated the hallway that if she was in trouble, it would be the kind that brought her to orgasm and not the kind that brought her to tears. Unless of course, the orgasm was so good, she was in tears afterward. Which had already happened a couple of times that week.

Good grief, she was so screwed.

B
adger stalked
into his bedroom and clicked on the bedside lamp. When he turned, Rosie was standing in the doorway, nibbling on her nails. He jerked his chin in her direction. “You hungry?”

She dropped her hands away from her mouth. “No. Why?”

He yanked the blankets to the foot of the bed. “The way you keep eating those nails of yours, I figured you might be.”

“Very funny. I bite my nails. So what. Quit picking on me.”

He smirked. “I can think of better uses for that mouth.”

“Yeah, I bet you can. Can I bite that, too?” She crossed her arms.

Feisty. Mouthy. Fucking dramatic.

Pissed him off and made his dick hard at the same time. They’d been together several times already—he’d actually lost count, but Rosie knew what that attitude of hers would gain her. Unless…

Badger tilted his head to the side, dipping his chin as he looked her over. Unless she wanted to be punished.
That
he could do.

He unbuckled his belt and slid it free of the loops. “That attitude of yours needs some correcting. Also, don’t think I didn’t notice you looking Wolf up and down like he was something you wanted to make a meal of. Take off your clothes. Stand at the foot of the bed. Legs shoulder-width apart. Bend over and take ahold of the footboard.”

Rosie’s eyes went wide and a little gasp escaped, but then she was moving. Doing as he’d ordered. Yeah, she wanted it. Likely needed it, too. She may not be a traditional sub, but with him, she was for sure his bottom. He had no problem whatsoever being her top.

She had a strong personality, though most all subs did, or should anyway. But Rosie was different. There was that word again. Every fucking thing about her was different for him. She wasn’t his typical “pussy,” as Wolf had pointed out earlier. But Badger suspected he wasn’t her typical cock, either.

He didn’t know shit about her relationship with her husband, and he didn’t want to know. He was more interested in the here and now and the fact that this woman had gotten naked for him, almost instantly, and was currently bent over his bed, waiting for her punishment. His dick was rock solid, simply because she’d obeyed his command. Far be it for him to keep either of them waiting any longer.

Badger took off his shirt and stepped behind her. “You were hoping for this, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You need it, Rosie?” He smoothed his palm down her lower back to the curve of her ass, loving how she trembled when he touched her.

“Never thought I’d say this, but yes, sir. I think I do.”

“Good girl.” He slid his fingers between the cleft of her ass. “Tell me, Rosie. You want Wolf’s cock?”

She shook her head before glancing over at him. “No. No, sir. I swear I don’t.”

“Eyes forward.” She quickly looked away and he continued stroking between her ass cheeks. “Saw you looking at him. Kinda looked like you wanted a taste. I gotta worry ’bout you stepping away from my cock for his?”

“No. Never, Badger. Never.” She started to look at him again but caught herself and stopped.

“Good to know.” He slid his fingers between her legs and stroked over the mouth of her cunt. Badger knew she didn’t really want Wolf. But she
had
been looking, and she needed to understand that Badger had seen it and didn’t much care for it. He wasn’t the jealous type, at all. Never had been, anyway.

This wasn’t about jealousy—at least that’s what he tried to tell himself. But then again, he didn’t like watching her when she worked the floor at the club. Watching her eye Wolf struck a different and deeper chord in Badger. He and Wolf had shared a few chicks in the past. But this was different. This was Rosie, and Badger had no intention of sharing her with anyone. “Gonna use my belt on you tonight. Think you can handle it?”

Rosie moaned and arched against his touch. “I…I don’t know.”

“You can. But just in case, you remember the safe word?” He dipped his fingers into her hot core. Somehow he managed to stifle his groan, but his dick got twice as hard. She was dripping and he hadn’t even done a thing to her yet. Perfect.

“Oh God!
Yes…mmm
…” Rising to her tiptoes, she panted a breath. “I remember, sir.”

Badger drew her wetness to her clit, spreading the slick juices around the tight nub. “Say it for me.”

“Berry… Fuck that feels so good.” She rocked her hips.

“Good girl. Look at you all slick and hot for me already.” Badger pressed two fingers inside her pussy. “We’ll see how wet you are when I get done making your ass candy-apple red.”

She moaned, rolling her hips in time with his strokes. “Yes, sir.”

Badger pulled away and stood behind but just to her left. Once more he smoothed his palm over one ass cheek and then the other. “We’ll start slow and build it from there.”

She nodded, but Badger let it go at that, he didn’t need a response. With the belt looped in half and held tight in his right hand, he smoothed the curved end of it down her spine to the crack of her ass and over each mound of her buttocks. A visible shiver ran through her body and she arched as he stroked between her thighs with the leather.

“Please…”

Badger’s cock jerked, throbbing behind his zipper. Fuck, she was ready and begging for it, and she was going to love it. Somehow knowing that she’d probably never done anything like this in her life, amped his need for control up even higher. Yeah, he’d spanked plenty of ass with his hand or a belt, riding crop, flogger, you name it. But none of that other pussy compared to right now with Rosie. Not a single one of them.

Plus, the fact that he’d been the one to pop her Dom/sub-Top/bottom cherry had pushed things far over the edge of hot for him. It’d been like that all week. Hot, hard, and dominant. Each time he’d taken her, and however he’d taken her. She’d wanted it and begged. It was fucking amazing.

He squared his shoulders, drew his arm back and keeping his swing controlled, struck across Rosie’s ass cheeks with the belt…and he knew it was a moment he’d never forget. The sound of the leather connecting with her fine skin echoed through the room and she rose on tiptoe, her skin already turning pink as she let out a lust-filled moan so potent Badger thought he might come in his pants.

Different. So fucking different… He closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath before he struck again.

R
osie’s ass
stung like it’d been set on fire, but in the most delicious kind of way. Badger had only struck her once and she knew he hadn’t hit her very hard, but she’d almost come instantly. Over the last few minutes leading up to that moment leather had connected with flesh, he’d been building her arousal. Even as he’d questioned her about her attraction to Wolf, her desire for Badger had only grown. Anticipation of what would come next, how high he would take her, raced through her veins as her heart thumped hard in her ears.

And then he struck her again, this time a little harder.

Rosie let out a guttural moan as she clenched her ass cheeks. She tried not to because holy God, it hurt, but it also felt so good. A literal contradiction of sensations tumbled through her body in an all out war with each other. Both winning.

“Relax, baby. Breathe.” Badger smoothed his palm over her hot skin.

She hissed at the new sensation his touch caused, but then his hand was gone. Rosie drew in a deep breath and let it out, forcing her body to relax. “Yes, sir.”

He struck again. This time a little lower on her bottom and harder. She moaned, long and low, her eyes rolling back in her head. Sweet Jesus. She had no idea it would be like this. And this was supposed to be a punishment for her mouthy attitude and checking out his best friend? Fucking hell, if this is what she got each time she shot him attitude, she planned on just being a bitch all the damn time. However, Rosie wasn’t stupid. She’d for sure curb-check the ogling of his friends in his presence.

The belt smacked home again. The loud crack of leather connecting with skin rang out around her and Rosie let out an even louder yelp followed by a moan. Holy fuck, she was going to come. The sound of the belt hitting her ass combined with the sting of the leather against her skin sent Rosie’s head spinning and all she could think was more.
More…please.

“Goddamn that red glow is pretty.” He smoothed his palm over her burning flesh before slipping between her legs to her core. “Oh yeah, baby. Love this sloppy and dripping wet cunt.”

“Badger,” she breathed, arching as he pressed two fingers inside her core. Her channel clenched down on the welcome intrusion, and her clit pulsed. Holding her orgasm back would be impossible if he kept this up. But he hadn’t told her she could come yet. And as much as she wanted to obey him, disobeying him was becoming awfully appealing.

He bent close to her, his lips to her ear. “I feel you squeezing my fingers. You gonna come without my say so?” He placed the belt on the bed, reached around her front and rubbed her clit.

“Oh God! Badger! I’m trying…” Two fingers thrusting in her pussy, two fingers working her clit. Rosie gritted her teeth, moaning as she panted through the rising waves of her orgasm. It was on her, through her, taking her over.

Abruptly he pulled free of her channel and cupped her mound in his palm. “Easy, now. Breathe through it. Hold it, Rosie. Not yet.”

Somehow, God only knew how, she held her climax back. But not by much. She turned her head to the side as he let her go, and gazed at him. The hard expression on his face shocked her. Was he not affected by any of this? Was this all her? She frowned as confusion and doubt boomeranged around her brain. “Badger?”

“Shhh.” He tilted his head to the side as his expression turned soft. The feel of his palm smoothing over her heated ass cheeks and his fingers trailing up her spine made every inch of her skin tingle. And then he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

Picking up the belt again, Badger stepped back from her. He was affected, at least based on the look she now recognized in his eyes and the way he touched her, he was. Warmth spread through Rosie and she closed her eyes as she released her doubt and fell once again into her need for him.

“Not done making this ass shine yet. But when I am, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come on my face. Save your orgasms for then. We clear?”

She tightened her hold on the footboard of the bed. “Yes, sir.”

“Go ahead and bend forward.”

Grateful the frame was low enough, Rosie did as he said and laid her chest down on the bed. Her hard nipples pressed into the sheets and she let out a moan at the contact. The hard wood of the frame met her right at the bend of her hip and thigh, giving her a whole other sensation to take in.

“God, you’re fucking amazing.” Badger smoothed his hand over her sensitive ass cheek again and Rosie hissed. Heat radiated straight to her clit and she knew in the next moment she’d feel the slap of the belt.

THWAAP!

Oh God. Again. Again! Hard, fast and one after another.

Over and over until she thought she might scream. Rosie arched, raising her ass higher, writhing with each hit. Moaning, whimpering, and begging for more as tears dripped down her cheeks. She couldn’t stop the need. Rosie’s clit pulsed and her skin tingled from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She didn’t want to stop it. The rush of adrenaline coursing through her system made her feel stoned, euphoric even.

And then he growled. The rumble of it vibrated through Rosie, arrowing straight to her core.

She needed to come. She needed to be fucked. She needed him.

B
adger dropped
the belt and fell to his knees behind Rosie. Between the bright red shade he’d turned her ass, and the guttural moans and pleas coming out of her while he made it that way, he’d lost his mind. He was nothing more than all primal male. Two thoughts raced through his mind: Taste her and mark her—in every way possible.

With his dick throbbing behind his zipper, Badger placed his palms on her heated ass cheeks and spread them apart, baring her to him. “So fucking wet for me. Dripping down your thighs, woman.” She moaned and Badger backed away from her, spun, and lay down on the floor. “Come here, baby. Want you on my face.”

Taking hold of her calves, he inched her backward a few steps and pulled her down. Her moves shaky, Rosie straddled him, her knees landing on the carpet on either side of his head. Badger wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her in place and licked through the folds of her pussy.

She jerked above him and her hands landed on his head. “Fuck!”

“Oh, yeah. Right on the edge. Give it to me.” Badger sucked her clit between his lips, working the tight nub with his tongue.

Rosie rolled her hips, grinding down on his mouth. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

He worked her as she squirmed above him, riding his face. With her fingers digging into his scalp, she begged through moans and whimpers until finally her orgasm broke free and she seized above him. Badger didn’t let up, sucking harder on her clit until her body broke into a fit of tremors, her sweeter than candy juices coating his tongue.

“Badger!” Gasping, she raised up, pulling her cunt away from his mouth. “I can’t…it’s too much.”

“Far from done with you yet.” Badger urged her off him to his side and when he got to his feet he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Once he’d laid her on the sheets, he removed his jeans and grabbed a condom from the night table drawer.

Rosie lay with her knees pulled to her chest, watching him, her feet crossed at the ankle. The sated and dazed expression on her face sent a bolt of satisfaction through him. He’d given her that look and he wanted to keep it there.

Her eyes dipped down to his dick as he sheathed himself in latex. She licked her lips. “I want that, please.”

He smirked and climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of her. Taking her by the ankles, Badger spread her legs apart and groaned when he caught sight of her swollen and glistening pussy. “So fucking sexy.”

Badger framed her small waist with his palms and smoothed them up her skin until he found her breasts. Massaging them, he squeezed the small mounds before tugging her hard nipples. Unable to deny himself he bent over her and sucked one solid peak into his mouth as he rolled the other between his finger and thumb. Almost immediately her hands were on the back of his head, gripping him tight and holding him to her as she arched against him.