“Very good, Cassie,” he praised her against her swollen lips. “Now, kneel on the seat and bend over the back of the tub.”
Her heart tripping with excitement, she replied, “Yes, sir,” without qualm. Leaning her elbows on the padded back of the tub, she lowered her head waiting for the first blow to land. Why did she crave this with such longing? She had gone months without feeling a man’s hand striking her ass, without the pain and humiliation adding to her pleasure. And now, after just a few days under Marc’s rule again, she couldn’t imagine going without it.
The first smack showed her what a difference wet skin could make. He whacked her hard, the blistering sting going straight south to her sheath. Morgan’s cry accompanied hers as the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh resonated throughout the secluded yard. Another swat landed on her other cheek with blossoming pain, but before pleasure could blossom from it, he was smacking her again, a steady litany of slaps.
Looking over at Morgan, she grunted with the next smack then growled at her new friend, “You didn’t warn me it hurts more when wet.”
“Oops, sorry,” Morgan quipped right before crying out over a particularly hard smack.
“Quiet, both of you,” Jack snapped.
Marc grinned when Cassie shuddered then laid her head down to accept her spanking. Damn, but he loved that pose of acceptance. Bent over with her ass on prominent display, nicely rounded and now an enticing deep red, he thought he had never seen such a delectable sight. Smacking her again right in the middle of those plump cheeks sent his cock to twitching with renewed interest. Her whimpers added to his pleasure and he knew the wetness coating those swollen pussy lips didn’t come from the water. Fisting his cock, he delivered several more hard blows before reaching over and grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket. Wasting no time covering himself, he clasped her hips and thrust into her, burying himself balls deep with one deep stroke.
The clearing now resonated with the sounds of coupling, of flesh slapping flesh, of grunts and groans as the four of them approached climax. The evening air had cooled, but Cassie felt feverish as Marc’s cock reamed her over and over, her buttocks pulsing, burning hot, her sheath full and stretched. When he reached in front of her and pinched her clit, she buried her head again, muffling her scream. Ecstasy enveloped her as she thrust back against him while bearing down against his fingers as he milked her clit with tight pulls.
Sobbing, she took everything he gave her and prayed there would be something left of her when he finished because she knew she wanted to be more to him than just another submissive woman. She had returned to him to not only earn his trust again, but to gain his love.
“He’s driving me crazy!” Cassie complained to Michelle a few days later. “If he’s not dogging my every move between here and the lodge, then he has Scott or one of his guys stopping in here every hour. People will wonder what’s going on if they don’t lighten up.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Michelle said as she arranged fresh baked cookies in the display case.
“Sweet? It’s nerve-racking.” She counted out the receipts for the past week and would have been pleased if not for the constant, irksome interruptions. Between the frequent visits from the sheriff or his people and Marc’s constant phone calls, she couldn’t get anything done. To make matters worse, she felt so guilty about taking up so much of the deputies’ time she insisted they pick something from the case to take with them when they left, which encouraged them to stop in more often.
It had been sheer bad luck when Scott stepped inside her bakery just as she opened another plain white envelope yesterday and snatched it from her. That message had been short, too short as all the cutup newspaper letters spelled was one word: Soon. Okay, so she had been a little shaken, but their response was over the top.
“I’d love it if a guy cared about me so much that his worry would make him so overprotective.”
Cassie smiled at the younger girl. At nineteen, her naivety could be excused. She’d give anything to have just met Marc, to have this time with him untarnished by the stupid mistakes from their past. If it wasn’t for the wariness and mistrust she caught on his face when he didn’t think she saw him, she could almost believe he cared as much if not more than he had two years ago. He still wanted her though, as much it seemed as he had back then. For now, she’d have to settle for that and hope in time his feelings would grow as deep as hers seemed to have always been.
“He’s just looking out for me. Don’t read any more into it than that.”
Michelle rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Open your eyes, Cassie, you might see more that way.”
Wondering if Michelle had a point made it difficult for her to keep her mind on task the rest of the afternoon. Could he care for her a little? Vacillating between hope and denial took her mind off that last message. She had fallen fast and hard for him when they first met, so fast and so hard she had been devastated when she entered the club on that third night and learned he planned on sharing her with Jack. At the time, shock led her to believe he betrayed her, but now, the memory just made her sad.
Cassie spotted him right away. She didn’t see the other newbies she’d befriended, or the doms they were paired with for their last night, only him. Seeing him leaning on the polished bar top, his pose elegant, his look watchful, had her palms sweating, set her heart to pounding. He stood next to his friend, Jack, and even though he was an inch or two shorter than Jack, he still stood taller than others around him and towered over her. His size made her feel small and when he had that hard body wrapped around her, she felt cherished and safe. Wiping her clammy palms down her skirt, she wondered what he had planned for tonight. Two weeks ago she could never have imagined herself having sex in public with a guy she had only known two days, but she had and she loved it and was very much afraid she loved him. He was older, more experienced and worldly than her, making her wonder what he saw in her, why he wanted her. Then he spotted her, gave her that slow smile responsible for curling her toes as he strode with purpose toward her and she forgot about her misgivings.
“Hi.” She returned his smile then melted when he pulled her to him and kissed her without a word. Groaning, Cassie sank into the kiss, loving how his lips took command of hers the same way his body did. When he drew her arms behind her and clasped her wrists in a tight grip, she shivered with longing, eager now to feel his hard cock taking her again. She didn’t care where or how, so long as it was soon.
“Hi yourself,” he responded when he lifted his mouth from hers, their lips so close her breath mingled with his. “Let’s sit over here.”
Her hand clasped in his, she followed him to an empty sofa in a quiet, secluded corner where he wasted no time in baring her breasts.
“Did you wear this to make it easy for me?” he asked as she leaned into him.
“Yes.” Breathless, Cassie arched into his hands, excitement replacing modesty as he tortured her nipples with hard pinches followed by the soothing touch of his lips and stroke of his tongue. “I’ve thought of nothing but you lately.”
Marc lifted his head an
d his green eyes bored into hers. “That’s good because I’ve thought of nothing but you too. Cassie, I don’t want this, us, to end after tonight.”
“But you live in Colorado.” Her pleasure at hearing he wanted more time with her dimmed with the reality of their situation. “Long-distance relationships rarely work out.”
“We’ll make it work,” he insisted. “I work for myself. I can arrange to come here, at least for a few days, about once a month. You can come to Colorado and stay at our lodge during semester breaks from teaching. It won’t cost you anything. I’ll send you a plane ticket. Do you teach in the summer?”
His hands and mouth stayed busy on her breasts as he pled his case, making it difficult to concentrate. Her happy places throbbed from his attention, ached for more. Rubbing the inflamed ache between her legs against his prominent erection, she whimpered with escalating need. “Just tutoring.”
“We’ll work it out. Tell me you want to try as much as I do. That’s all I ask.”