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I could shout. We’re not in the basement anymore, with its soundproofing. And while his cabin is surrounded by trees and hills, there’s gotta be someone nearby. Right? Maybe they would hear me. Maybe they would save me.
And maybe, just maybe, I should wait and see exactly what my captor has in store for me.
“What… what are you going to do to me?”
Burns trails a big hand down the back of my bare thigh. His heat scorches me through the chilly rain. “What I’ve wanted to do since I first met you.”
I wiggle, trying to break free of his hold. It’s not an act. “You can’t,” I gasp. “You promised.”
He said I could believe him. That if I let him do whatever he wants to me… with his fingers, with his tongue… he wouldn’t shove his cock inside of me. He would wait until I wanted it.
Until I begged for it.
Burns’s fingers bite into my hips. His body is bowed over mine, pressing me further against the chilly, slick hood. Rain drips from his jaw onto the back of my neck. Despite the two of us being soaked, his heat is like a brand reaching past the clothes clinging to me. And his cock… in this position, he has it nestled against my ass. I can’t deny that he’s aroused. That he probably orchestrated this whole situation so that I’d try to escape and he could punish me by fucking me for the first time.
From the moment I woke up, cuffed to that cot, I knew that this was in Burns’s plan. He said as much himself. He expected me to become his willing wife eventually—and he made it clear he was aching to consummate whatever relationship he’d built up in his head.
Inevitable. It was inevitable. I just… I never thought he’d fuck me outside, in the pouring rain, and only because I fell for his trap.
But he surprises me. Mason fucking Burns. Always full of surprises.
He drops to his knees behind me. “What am I doing? I’m going to worship my angel the way she deserves to be… with my mouth.”
“What?”
A husky laugh sends warm air across my ass cheeks. Hooking a finger beneath my damp panties, he eases the fabric to the side, giving him access to my mound.
“When I take you the first time, when I claim you, it won’t be where someone might hear. I told you, angel, your screams belong to me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to remind you that I also own your pussy. So be a good girl and don’t move.”
I try not to. Something about his order… he wants me to. And as he begins to eat me out from behind, licking, sucking, and dipping his tongue inside of me even farther than he did last night, I can’t help but squirm.
He slaps my ass.
I gasp. On the heels of the sting comes more pleasure than I would’ve expected.
Burns knows, too. “Move if you want. You’ll just get another slap every time you do.”
He doesn’t make threats, I remember. He makes promises.
I squirm. He slaps me again, and I have to swallow my moan.
“You like that? My pretty little angel… so good, but you’re a bad girl, too, aren’t you? You wanted to be punished, didn’t you?”
I… I don’t know.
He doesn’t wait for my answer. With a ferocity that I shouldn’t be surprised about by now, Burns makes it his duty to make me squirm again and again. I take the slaps, getting hotter, growing wetter every fucking time his palm makes contact with my ass, and before I know it, I’m coming.
He’s not satisfied with me doing it once. Oh, no. As soon as my legs start shaking, he doubles his efforts. The moment I come down from the first climax, I’m almost immediately cresting again.
And he’s still not stopping.
“No more,” I beg. “I can’t take it.”
Burns pulls away from my oversensitized pussy. For a heartbeat, I actually believe that he’s going to show me mercy. My legs have gone weak. The only things keeping me from collapsing to the wet gravel are Burns’s hands on my thighs. In a burst of lust-induced inspiration, I realize what he meant by punishment. This…thisis my punishment. Orgasm after orgasm with no relief as he fucks me with his tongue, the rain cascading down on us.
And I know I tried to escape him, but right now? I’d be happy to be back in the basement, coming down from the heights of my pleasure somewhere warm and dry without him using my weakness for his touch against me.
As if Burns is inside my brain—and, hell, sometimes I think heis—he chuckles, then nibbles one of my ass cheeks. The shock of his teeth biting into my flesh has me moaning, then pleading with him to do it again.
