Legs trembling.
Bottom lip trapped between my teeth.
I tried biting back a moan and failed.
“Please,” I said.
“You can beg all you want, but you’re going to sleep tonight with a pissed off cunt.”
“It’s wet, Rafe. So fucking wet.” I lowered my voice, and a seductive note crept in, soft enough not to be overt. “I need your cock inside me.”
He laughed, obviously catching on to my pathetic attempt at seducing him. “I’ll give you my cock for a while.” He leaned over me and planted a hand next to mine to prop him up. “I have no problem fucking your cunt,” he whispered, his words heating my ear, making me shiver. “And when you’re about to shatter, I’ll finish in your ass, babe. Like I said, punished.Notpleasured.”
“I’m begging you.” My breaths went shallow. “I won’t do it again.”
“You mean that now, but the next time you’re up against something you don’t want to deal with, you’ll hurt yourself. You always do.”
“Rafe,pleas—”
He wedged the stick between my teeth. “Don’t drop that.”
Biting into the branch, I resisted the urge to growl. He settled at my side and drew my hands to the small of my back. His large fist shackled both wrists, and our eyes met and held as he landed a sound slap on my left ass cheek. His warm palm came down again and again, making me moan with every firm smack. Dragging a finger through my slit, he teased my asshole, his eyes on me the entire time as he pushed that slick digit into my ass.
“Damn, babe. Your ass is so fucking tight.”
He was on the brink, desperate to slide into my backdoor and get off, but there would be no relief for me. Not until he decided I’d been punished enough, and that could take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. He’d leave my body throbbing for him as long as he wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Not because I didn’t have any power. The issue was my own perversion that trapped me in purgatory, ensuring I remained a supple possession in his sexy hands—hands that punished and pleasured with equal amounts of passion and love.
I’d find no drug on this planet more addictive than Rafe Mason.
Keeping my hands restrained in his Herculean fist, he shifted out of sight, and I sensed him behind me. A few intense moments passed before the head of his cock nudged the apex of my sex, each second a torturous eternity as I waited for him to thrust inside me.
I anticipated it, dreaded it, longed for it.
The promise of a few exquisite thrusts that would hurtle me toward the edge of blissful freedom. With a swift plunge, he seated his cock inside me, and my slick walls clenched around his girth. I moaned, my teeth sinking into the wood between my lips. I lifted my head, ignoring the burn in my shoulders, and gazed at the water just yards away. A gentle breeze caressed my skin. Birds chirped and sang. The sun beat its warmth onto the crown of my head.
The setting couldn’t be more peaceful, more serene.
More secluded.
And yet I was in sexual agony, helpless against the hard stone underneath me as Rafe pounded me from behind. I washis. Baring my teeth around the stick, I cried out for mercy I knew he wouldn’t give and silently begged my body to do his bidding.
Don’t come. For the love of God, don’t come.
One hand landed on my ass cheek while his other squeezed the circulation from my wrists. “Hold it back, Alex,” he warned, pumping in and out, his cock hard and slippery and feeling so fucking good I wanted to let go anyway, damn the consequences.
I met each thrust with an upward tilt of my hips, craving him deeper. Needing more.
“So fucking wet.” He pulled out, and I heard him spit before he pushed the head of his cock into my ass. The sudden intrusion made me yelp.
“Ah!”
The stick fell to the ground.
“That’ll cost you,” he said, voice strained as he grasped my butt cheek with one hand. His choppy breathing splintered the air, and I knew he was about to take me rough, no matter the pain it would cause. I drew in a deep breath.
With one impatient thrust, he was inside my ass, his shaft intruding past the burn, beyond the resistance.