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Maybe deep down inside I wanted him to take command, to use a firm hand when necessary. He stopped once again, crowding closer until I was able to feel the extreme heat of his body. Every breath he took was labored and he rubbed the rough pads of his fingers across the stripes I knew I’d wear for a couple of days.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky and dripping with lust. He took his time, caressing my skin for a full minute, which allowed me to breathe. His touch was enigmatic and I arched my back as soon as he slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re wet. God, you’re wet.”
A single moan slipped past my lips and I was rewarded with him swirling his finger around my clit several times. The deep throb continued until my core was on fire and I was breathless with stars floating in front of my eyes.
He pressed two fingers inside, thrusting several times until I was at the point of orgasm. But he pulled away, replacing his hand with the reed. I was shocked, rising on my toes and tossing my head over my shoulder. His actions were filthy, overtly sexual, and the way he rubbed the reed across my pussy lips was more exciting than I would have ever believed.
Within seconds, I was humping the switch, jutting my hips back, begging him to continue.
He chuckled, the dark sound reverberating through me. “A hungry little girl.”
“Uh-huh.”
“A bad little girl.”
I laughed halfheartedly and nodded.
“Then I need to continue teaching you a lesson.” He smacked the reed against my pussy lips and I was floored at my body’s reaction. Agony mixed with ecstasy in a dance of insanity that I wanted more of. He repeated the move two more times before resuming the spanking.
I couldn’t stop tingling, my vision foggy and my pussy dripping juice down my legs. I clawed the tree, meeting every strike by pushing my hips back. It was crazy, but I was more alive than ever before.
He didn’t stop, crisscrossing swipes on my upper thighs. I tossed my head from side to side as my body moved in a crazy dance of seduction. He rubbed the reed against my pussy lips again and I threw my head back, issuing several ragged moans.
“Three more,” he stated, his authoritative voice still sending tingles down to my toes.
The pain was different than before. While still electric, sending pulses of agony throughout my muscles, I was lost in the sweet abyss of desire, confusing yet real. The whooshing was blocked out by my moans, every sound fading into nature’s music with the ocean and light breeze whistling through the thick foliage.
When he was finished, he tossed the switch aside and I hugged the tree, pressing my face against the rough bark. My legs were trembling, butterflies churning in my stomach.
Stone fingered the marks on my bottom, every touch a gentle caress. “You can’t just run away from me, Dani. Not only is it dangerous, but I will always find you.”
So much of me hoped he was right about hunting for me.
No matter our differences, I wasn’t ready to lose him again.
He pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around my waist. My bottom throbbed, but the feel of his hard cock pressing against my bruised skin was exhilarating.
“You feel good in my arms.” He nuzzled his face against my neck, his hot breath creating pulses of electricity.
I fingered his arm, rubbing his skin with endless circles as I tried to find the right words. At this moment and with every other one when we’d gotten close, I couldn’t find them. Maybe there truly was nothing that could capture our real feelings. A tear slipped past my lashes, a feeling of despair unsettling.
“What are we doing, Stone? I don’t understand any longer. You want me, you don’t. I need you and can’t imagine losing you again, but I know we can never retrace our steps or bring back what we’ve lost.”
“I don’t know, Dani. I wish I could give you a definitive answer, but there isn’t one.”
“Then what do you want? Can you answer me that?” I felt ridiculous asking him the question when I couldn’t answer it myself.
“I want what’s impossible. I want the clock turned back so I could make new decisions, but that’s not how life works. Life is cruel and heartless, unforgiving if even a single mistake is made. Life is a series of missed opportunities and moments of sheer anguish that could easily eat you alive if you allow it.”
His pain was evident and I took in what he was saying. Not judging. Not arguing. Just… allowing him the freedom to feel safe with me, something I had a feeling he hadn’t done with anyone for a long time. I closed my eyes, feeling another prick of tears that highlighted my weakness and inability to compensatefor his despair. Or my own. All while the intense heat throbbed between my legs.
“Do you want me?”Please, say yes. Please.
“You deserve better than what I can give you.”
“That’s not fair and it’s not true.”
“Dani…” he whispered and rubbed his thumb across the underside of my chin. He slanted his mouth over mine and I gripped his shirt with both hands, allowing my eyes to plead with him.
