Page 65 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
What do you have to say for yourself, my naughty girl?
“I’m sorry, Sir?”
A fair beginning. But I will require much of you tonight after you foolishly and stubbornly endangered yourself.A sharper slap this time, enough to elicit a moan and pinken the skin.
“I’m sorry was meant as more of an ‘Excuse me’ to be truthful. Sir,” she adds at the end.
As much as I appreciate honesty, in this case, I require a heartfelt apology and a guarantee that you will put yourself and your heart first…before me, Belladonna Moore.
“If we are truly married, Jack?—”
We are, I say in a darker, deeper voice, one that advises her to tread carefully.
“Then it means, we are one flesh, one soul, one heart. Your heart is my heart, Jack. And I will protect you.”
Gripping her hair, I yank her head just enough for me to lower my mouth to nip at her skin.I do not require your protection. This is not a power exchange. I am your master and protector, the gentleman and the highwayman of your heart. I am yours, body, mind, and soul. But I need you to prioritize what I care for most in this world. If you don’t, I would sooner be dragged through all the mountains by my horse until there is nothing left of the Headless Horseman. Is that clear, my Belle?
I sink my teeth deeper into the base of her throat, close to the collarbone, reveling in her cry.
“It’s clear! It’s clear!”
Do you submit to me? And trust that I will protect and command you justly and honorably for the rest of our days? Do you trust that I know what’s best for you, even when you defy me, even when you challenge me, even when you believe that your way is right?
Her chest rises and falls against mine, as I feel her heartbeat quicken, that defiant pulse drumming against my lips. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. “I trust you.”
Good, I murmur, my fingers threading deeperinto her hair, tightening my grip just enough to remind her of the power I wield. Yet, I loosen it to remind her of the choice she holds.You are mine to cherish, to protect, to love. And while your spirit is fierce and your heart unyielding, you will learn to let go, to yield when I demand it, to follow when I lead.
“Do you know how damn sexy you are when you get all possessive and poetic?” she gushes, and I sense her growing warmer, slicker between her legs.
You will soon have other words to describe me, Belladonna. Foul, filthy words.
Her whimper turns into a shrill scream the second I bring the leather down on her pretty arse.
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All is fair in love and apple bobbing, my Belle
BELLE
By the time he’s finished, not one part of my backside is left unmarked. Burning beyond all imagination.
My chest is soaked from the water. I missed several times. Who knew apple bobbing was so hard?
The one time I retrieved an apple, Jack rubbed my folds and clit and finger-fucked me until I came. The second time, he thrust his cane into my pussy and masterfully slapped the end of his riding crop along my clit until I orgasmed so intensely, I squirted.
But I’m needier than ever, needing to be filled by his cock, starved for it after three days of torture. He wouldn’t even let me touch myself and ensured I didn’t by remaining at my side unfailingly. Including bathroom trips. I was relieved that he had no head when I had a number two!
I lower my head to the water again. There are five apples left. I have managed to get two. Over ten fails judging by how hot my ass is. But the pain endorphins have only aroused me more.
Jack’s cock throbs against my lower back through his breeches. For fuck’s sake, how does he have so much control after centuries of…nothing?
Taking a deep breath, I focus on the apple closest to me. By now, I’ve learned to keep my chest and chin above the water do I don’t cause the apple to drift. I hone in on the stem. It’s useless to try to get the whole apple—unless you have a detachable jaw. That would be amazing!
I’m so drippy and hot down there. Please! I pray to no one in particular. Let me get this one, I want him so much. Need to feel him everywhere. He is home. And I want home inside me.
The progression seems natural. Finger fuck, licking, cock.
Slow and careful, I part my lips, draw them back, and close my teeth around the center of the stem. Clenching my eyes, I gently drag it toward the edge of the barrel, having learned my lesson a few times. If I snatched it right up, it would either slip, or the stem would break.
