Page 42 of Poisoned Pawn

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Page 42 of Poisoned Pawn

My eyes widen and my hands, still locked behind his neck, tighten. He loosens his hold and I slip down his body a little until I feel the head of his cock just resting against my pussy. It’s enough to get me relaxing and slowly leaning back. Carter keeps one hand under my arse while the other rests in the small of my back, guiding me. I close my eyes and hold my breath as I pass under the waterfall. Cold barbs of water hit my breasts and stomach, and while it’s a shock initially, it settles and becomes so much more.

“Oh god,” I moan as my back touches smooth rock and cold droplets rain down on me, hitting my nipples with an icy sting before morphing into pleasure that hits my core, warming me from the inside out.

My legs relax, and Carter trails a hand up my torso, splitting the spray, then he flicks my nipple while he uses his other hand to glide his cock up and down my slit. I feel each barbel of his Jacob’s ladder as he slides against my clit, and I want to scream at him to fuck me. Instead, I bring one hand up, squeezing my breast and rolling my nipple between my finger and thumb. The combination is heady, creating a desperation so intense, so deep, that it takes everything not to use my feet and thrust him forward until he’s buried to the hilt inside me.

“Someone is impatient,” he teases, but he’s clearly feeling the same as a second later he’s pushing inside me, stretching me wide. Each ridge, each pulse, I can feel it all.

I want it all.

“Look at you taking all of my cock. Look how fucking well you take me, Star,” Carter says, his voice echoing off the rock face as he begins pumping his hips.

He thrusts hard and deep, rolling his hips with each one and hitting that sweet spot inside. His pace intensifies and he pulls my legs from around him, pushing them up and back, forcing him deeper. With one hand still on my breast, squeezing and tugging the nipple with a bite of pain, I reach out the other, finding his taut stomach, abs rippling with every movement. My fingernails claw at his flesh as my stomach tightens with the first signs of my impending orgasm. Arms break through the waterfall, and hands grasp hold of me under my arms and lift me clean off the smooth rock. A gush of water falls over my face as my legs wrap around him, and I’m carried clear of the spray. Gripping his shoulders, he moves his hands under my backside, holding my weight as he continues to fuck me.

Our eyes lock onto one another as he roars, “Come for me my good girl. Let me hear you scream.”

Those magic words throw me headfirst over the edge into nirvana as the walls of my pussy clamp down on him, convulsing around him and pushing him to his own release.

“Ahhhh…fuck, Carter!” My cry reverberates off the rocks and trees before being swallowed by a crack of thunder overhead.

I lower my head, gripping his face and kissing him as he continues to pulse inside me. Another crack of thunder rolls overhead, and he breaks the kiss.

“We need to go before that storm hits. And you need a hot bath.”

I wiggle my hips a little invitingly.

“Nope, the bath is for you.”

I screw up my nose at being shot down, but my body takes this moment to remind me of the last twenty-four hours, and a wave of tiredness washes over me. Carter carries me from the water then puts me down as we collect up our belongings. The sky lights with a streak of lightning followed seconds later by more thunder. Not bothering to put anything but shoes back on, we climb the steps to the top and hurry down the dirt path to the house. I can’t imagine how silly we look running through the trees half naked.

Inside the house, Carter takes all my wet clothes, carefully lifting the ripped wet t-shirt from my body too, which he tosses in the bin, and chucks them into the washing machine alongside his own.

At the top of the stairs, I head for the room I slept in last night, but he steers me to his room, swatting me on the arse when I don’t move quick enough. I eye him over my shoulder as pleasure zips through me.

“No spanking tonight, princess.”

I spin around to face him, walking backwards into his room. “But you’re not ruling it out, right?” My forthright question surprises me and him from the look on his face. I’ve never found it easy to ask for what I want when it comes to sex. But the first night we spent together was the exception, albeit a little reserved.

His brow cocks as he studies my face looking for any indication that I might be bluffing.

“You been spanked before?” I pick up a slight growl somewhere in his question. But I’m too focused on a memory his question brings.

My vision blurs and I squeeze my eyes closed against the assault on my mind. My chest tightens as I gasp, trying to control my breathing, and I suddenly feel hot. Nausea swims in my stomach then crawls up my throat as the image of a young girl bent over a table, each of her hands tied to metal hoops holding her in place, and her ankles tied to the legs fills my mind.

She’s naked, her small body littered with bruises. Her face is turned to the side, squashed against the surface, and looking right at me. Her eyes are glassy with tears, and her body flinches as the man standing over her brings his hand down on her bum. The crack of his palm on her skin makes me jump. As a fat tear falls from her eye, I look away to the man standing over her, inflicting pain on her. But it’s not paining him. No, he’s enjoying it. He has his trousers undone, his willy out and is stroking his hand up and down it. He lands another slap to her, causing her to whimper, and I watch as his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sound…

The memory swirls as hands grip me, and I try to fight them off. But then I hear him.

“I’ve got you. It’s me, Star. Carter.”

I’ve never heard his voice so gentle. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, enveloping me in warmth. His scent fills my nostrils mixed with the smell of rainwater, and I feel my heart slow.

“Shhh, you’re safe. I’ve got you,” he whispers, and the dam on my emotions breaks as a clap of thunder rolls through the sky above us.

Wracking sobs shudder through me as tears fall from my eyes freely. And all the while he holds me, soothing me, calming me and making me feel safe.

I don’t know how much time passes, but I slowly become aware of us moving as my body exhausts itself. I hear the faint sound of running water as I’m placed down. Carter’s hands move over my body gently, and everywhere his hands touch brings my body to life. Banishing the dark memories and filling them with light.

I sense him as he moves away a little, and my hand wants to reach out and stop him, to keep him close, but I don’t. The water stops running, then he’s there again. He goes to lift me, but I stop him.




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