Page 8 of Trapped (Snowbound with a Stranger #2)
In Her Place
Eli
Erin was a constant revelation. One moment she was kicking out at me, and the next? The woman melding herself over my lap and mewling as I ran my palm over her exposed skin looked a lot like the one raging against the machine, but surely, she couldn’t be the same wildcat, could she?
“You are so fucking gorgeous.”
I should probably have held back my praise and aimed to keep her in line—she’d asked for the punishment, after all; had proactively sought it out—but I didn’t have the heart.
I could play the authoritarian, but being with Erin had always been about more than only barking orders and throwing my weight about.
Yes, she’d do as she was told, and I was ecstatic she’d finally relented to what we both knew she wanted, but I stood by the things I’d told her.
I would never truly do her harm, and for as long as we were stuck in the frozen landscape of the park, I would do my best to keep her safe.
“Sir?”
She twisted over me, apparently unable to keep still. “Please.”
“What is it?”
As if I don’t know.
I’d already demanded she tell me what she wanted and had enjoyed the pleasure of watching her fold willingly over my body. There weren’t that many other signs she could show me.
“Please.”
Her toes clenched as she curled her feet back toward me.
“I don’t know how much lon—”
I answered her plea with a short, sharp swat, the resonance of which filled the expanse of the cabin around us.
“Oh!”
She sounded more surprised than in pain, her feet returning to the floor as she finally settled.
“Is that better?”
Running my free palm over the small of her back, I peppered her delectable backside with a fast succession of blows. They were hard enough to get her attention, but not so hard that they’d leave a mark. I wanted my little girl to feel it, but not be brutalized.
“Oh, God!”
Her hands balled into delicate fists at the ground.
“Yes, please!”
“More?”
Grasping her pert cheeks, I spanked the underside of one and then the other.
“Yes, please, sir.”
“You’ve got it.”
What kind of a lucky son-of-a-bitch not only ended up confined in a cabin with a woman as appealing as her but managed to have her confess that she needed to be spanked—and all in the matter of a day? After everything I’d got away with in my life, I might have thought my good fortune had run out, but I’d have been wrong. Stretched over me, Erin was the best result I’d ever had.
Lifting my palm, I brought it crashing down over her ass, raining blows down on her cheeks and enjoying the look of the reverberations as each one landed and spread across her pale flesh. The crack of the strikes echoed around us, the soundtrack to her submission as a string of breathy whimpers escaped her throat.
With each fresh swat, she came to life, her mewls turning to groans before her hips swung slowly into action. They rose to greet my palm as it delivered the spanks, and she thrust her eager clit forward to meet my thighs when my hand withdrew.
In only a few minutes, she’d gone from anxious, to frantic enthusiasm, her zeal exemplified when her legs edged apart, inviting me to explore the wet pussy lips I already knew awaited me.
“Does your pussy need spanking, too?”
I teased, directing my latest swat in between her legs and catching the edge of her wonderful cunt.
“Oh, yes.”
Her head rose, her breathing exaggerated as I repeated the gesture, catching her sensitive skin over and over again. My cock strained to replace my hand, my every sense attuned to what the writhing woman on my lap required.
“Yes, please, sir.”
“You deserve it,”
I goaded, increasing the pace of my spanks.
“For the times you tried to leave the cabin and put yourself in danger.”
“Yes!”
she moaned, pushing her hips into my leg.
“Please, sir. I do deserve it!”
“Yes. You. Do!”
I interspersed each word with an intense swat, aware of her arousal smothering my fingers as my spanks increased. Erin wasn’t just enjoying the treatment, she was absolutely loving it.
“Fuck.”
Her body was taut over me, her hands grappling against the legs of the chair as though she needed to physically hang on for dear life.
“Yes, sir.”
“I think you might come if I keep spanking you, little girl.”
Tipping my right leg upward, I forced her legs wider as the blows continued to rain down over her.
“What do you think?”
Even I couldn’t believe how good the notion of her coming apart to my palm sounded. That the naughty little imp who I’d first had to drag over my lap to ensure she remained compliant could end up becoming transformed so entirely that she’d squirm and beg for more was a wonder, but that she’d actually splinter from the alleged penance was nothing short of breathtaking.
“Please, sir.”
She pulled in a frantic breath, my hand resting over her heated skin as she tried to explain.
“I need to come.”
“Oh, you need to come?”
I chuckled wryly.
“Well, so long as my naughty little girl gets what she needs, then it’s all good.”
I was playing, of course. Nothing would thrill me more than pushing her over the precipice and reveling in the resulting frenzied mess. Not even the thought of sliding into her seemed as gratifying in that moment as the idea of being the architect of her pleasure.
I wanted that, wanted to be that man, as though orchestrating her satisfaction would act as a pardon and absolve me from the things I’d done. It was a fool’s hope. Nothing and no one could release me from the chains I’d locked myself into when I’d agreed to kill for a living, but sitting there, I might have been duped into thinking she was the answer to all my prayers.
“Please!”
She was really begging then. Not just the playful pleading I’d inspired in the past, but something more. The urgency in her tone spoke of desperation and a demand so visceral that it seemed impossible to contend with.
“Okay, okay.”
My strikes shifted lower, intentionally catching the impatient nub requiring my focus.
“You’re going to get what you want, little girl.”
It had never been about punishment. I’d taken her over me because she said she craved it, and in telling me, she’d admitted it to herself. There was an enormous liberation in that disclosure, as if I’d helped her to take a step closer to becoming the woman she truly was—the one who’d been hiding behind all the conditioning and societal expectations she’d been forced to swallow.
If the looming, thunderous orgasm and a deeper understanding of herself were all I ever gave her, then I could die a happy man—far happier than a guy like me deserved.
“Fuck.”
Her back arched as she ground over me, her body tense as my palm upped its pace and her crescendo approached.
It didn’t matter that my arm was tiring or that my cock was fit to burst. Every fiber of my being was concerned only with taking her right to the brink and then shoving her over it.
“Mmmm, if you’re good…”
She was wonderful, writhing over me like a wild woman who’d never needed to concern herself with social etiquette. Wherever that version of Erin had been stashed away, I needed more of her—wanted her to consume the long, lonely hours of my life.
“Oh, God.”
Paralyzed with pleasure, she stiffened when the first wave of hedonism shot through her, her cheeks red as she twisted to look at me. The guttural grunt that left her lips after that might have been words, but my ears couldn’t decipher them. My erection, though, appeared to have no such problem, its length throbbing earnestly at her primal call.
“There we are.”
Triumph shot through me as she sagged forward, her body still lurching with each new spasm of pleasure.
“You got what you deserved.”
And now, I’m going to get mine.
A surge of self-assurance swept over me as I stroked the cooling flesh of her back. My hands settled on the curve of her upturned backside, one palm tugging her cheeks apart, while the other dipped between them to the place that had so readily accepted her punishment.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, little girl.”
For me. My words rebounded around my head while my fingertips brushed lightly over her soaking lips. She’s so fucking wet for me.
She groaned another unintelligible response, but I noted the way her knees splayed wider over the side of my right leg. Taking her invitation, I slid one finger into her pussy, my balls aching at the wet warmth the digit found.
“You need this, don’t you?”
I slid a second finger to join the first, easing them both from her before slowly fucking her with them. “Tell me!”
Her desire was patently clear, but there was something so utterly enthralling about insisting she articulate her need.
“Fuck.”
She pushed her hips back to receive more of my digits.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
No plan had ever sounded better, but relishing her excited yell as I curled my fingers inside her, I decided my gratification would have to wait. I wasn’t pounding her the way we both obviously wanted until I’d extracted every last ounce of carnality from her tightly-wound body.
“You’re magnificent.”
There seemed no harm in telling her.
“So fucking good. Of course I’m going to fuck you, but first, we’re going to have some fun.”
“Sir?”
Her voice was weary as she turned her head.
“Down on your knees.”
Sliding from her enticing body, I slapped her backside and pointed to the ground by my feet. She slipped from my knees, her eyes large when she lifted her head to look at me. She was, as ever, resplendent in the afterglow of her euphoria, the cheeks of her face almost as red as her ass as I beckoned her closer.
“Here.”
Presenting her with the fingers that had just fucked her, my free hand guided her toward the digits.
“Taste yourself.”
“Sir?”
Her brows knitted at the instruction, but as I grasped a fistful of her hair and urged her forward, she didn’t fight me.
“You heard me.”
My voice had taken on a lower, more taunting tone.
“Clean. Them.”
Fleetingly, her gaze flitted to mine, a hundred queries dancing in her expressive orbs as her lips parted, but open they did, allowing my fingers to push past them.
“Suck.”
Only one word, but the air of sensual power play between us had never seemed as significant than the moment she closed her mouth around my fingers and obeyed.
I groaned at her hot mouth’s suction, my cock desperate to replace my fingers, and yet, no part of me was willing to disturb the scintillating balance we’d managed to conjure. She was there on her knees, and sucking at my digits, she seemed for all the world content whilst suspending me in the glory of her submission.
The woman I’d met with her lame group of friends might not have been the most assertive, but she’d been capable enough. The one kneeling for me then was glorious in her surrender. It was as though she’d finally realized there was no shame in letting me lead, and if she could only trust me, glittering prizes would await.
Her gaze flitted to mine as she withdrew and lapped at my fingertips, the devils in her eyes still mischievous but infinitely more content than they’d been that morning.
“They’re clean, sir.”
She placed her hands in her lap and fell to her haunches. With her arms pushing her breasts together as she waited for my command, she was the very essence of my wet dream.
“How do you taste?”
There was something so fucking illicit about my question, my smirk growing as she tugged her lower lips between her teeth.
“Naughty,”
she breathed.
“I’m very wet, sir.”
She wasn’t joking. I couldn’t recall any woman being wetter.
“And what about my cock?”
Hurriedly, I unfastened my zipper to release my desperate shaft. She rose to her knees, her tongue darting out to clean her lower lip.
“Does it need cleaning?”
“Almost certainly.”
A cheeky smile lit up her face as, shifting closer on her knees, her lips opened to receive me.
The cabin faded when her mouth closed around me, my every focus reduced to that one, wonderful sensation. The heat of her mouth grounded me as she moved along my shaft, first lapping at my excitement, and then swallowing me until my crown grazed the back of her throat.
Arousal soared as I took control of the tempo, but unlike the first time I’d fucked her mouth, I was not inclined to be ruthless. She’d been my prisoner then, a captive of sorts, who I enjoyed riling, but in that moment, she was so much more. There on her knees by choice, Erin embodied all the passion and tenderness that had been missing from my life, her attention taking me right to the precipice before I urged her away.
“I must be clean by now.”
Smiling, I thrust out a hand in front of her and helped her to her feet.
“I’m not sure, sir.”
Crushing her wonderful assets against my chest, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You are pretty dirty.”
“Guilty.”
There was no denying that charge, and reaching under her hips, I hoisted her from the floor and encouraged her legs around my middle.
“I want you again.”
Holding her gaze, I watched her reactions carefully.
“I want to fill you up and pound you until you scream my name.”
“Eli?”
Her inquiring tone was teasing as I shoved her up against the nearest wall.
“Uh-uh.”
Releasing her perfect butt, I waved my finger in front of her face and pressed her gently into the wood. My dick pulsed frantically between her legs, sensing where it was headed once we’d set the record straight.
“You know my name by now.”
“Yes, sir.”
She grinned, lifting herself up as my hand lowered to ease her onto my eager erection.
Her mouth opened as she slid over me, her body swathing me in her soft femininity until we both called out. With one hand against the wall and the other beneath her backside, I eased away from her perfection before slowly slamming back into her. I’d promised her the stars, and balls deep inside of her, I was lost instantly to the wondrous expanse of stratosphere.