Scout flinches as my voice booms in the cabin’s silence. I want to go to her, to sweep her up in my arms, comfort her, but I do not move. I can’t. Not when I have no idea why she is standing here. Inmysweatshirt. Jesus, she looks good in that; the hem hitting her bare thighs, the cuffs of the too-long arms hiding her tiny hands.
“Well, hello to you too, lover,” she hisses at me, turning to stomp out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I almost want to laugh. Because she is pouting at me. Pouting. At me. Aftershetook off on me for days after telling me we were done. Instead, I watch her bare ass sway as she goes upstairs towards our bedroom. I grunt a string of curses as I palm my cock, considering all the ways I can punish her.
Walking in the bedroom, I notice a few things. First, her bags are half unpacked, most of her things taking up space with mine. That soothes the rawness inside of me just a little. The second thing I notice is her sitting on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, her little body drowning in my sweater.
“That that off,” I growl, stalking towards her slowly.
The air grows thick in the room. Scout lifts her head, pouting at me with that pretty pink mouth and those big eyes of hers. I stare down at her as those eyes slowly change. They storm with contempt. With challenge. I tilt my head, nodding at the sweatshirt she has yet to take off. Those eyes flare with heat as she sits back on her hands, letting the shirt rise up her thighs.
“Take,” I bite each word out as I stand in front of her, slowly undoing my belt. “It. Off. Now,” I bark the last word, the snap of my belt pulling off making her jump.
I am shaking with fear, with hope, with need. Why did she go? What brought her back to me? Is this for good or is she just here to torture me? These thoughts fly through my head as I reach out, grabbing the neckline of the sweatshirt, gathering it up tight. Scout lets out a gasp, her pupils dilating, breath heaving, her curvy little body trembling beneath me.
“Don’t punish me,” she pleads even as she licks her lips, rubbing her thighs against me as she spreads them wide.
“You came back to punishme,then?”
“No. No, I....you can punish me for going. Just...d-don’t punish me because I came back. I... I h-had to, Sebastian,” she moans my name as she presses against me, her hands pushing at my clothes, hot on my skin.
“Never should have left me,” I whisper, fisting her thick hair, yanking her head back. “Did you want me to chase after you? Or did you want me to beg you to stay?”
To my pleasureandmy horror, a tear slips down her temple as her chin trembles. I swallow past the lump of emotion in my throat. This is what she wants, I can feel it. It is what I need. That is why she is giving it to me. I bend my head, holding her gaze as I tilt her head so I can lick the tear away.
“Yes, baby,” she purrs, bobbing her head slightly. “We figure it out. That is what grown-ups do in a grown-up relationship.”
Nodding my head as she parrots my words from the day she left, I let go of my grip on her hair. Stepping back, I take a deep breath, inhaling her sweetness. I drag it back into my lungs greedily. Not just that sugar sweet strawberry scent that drives me wild. Her arousal, the stickiness I know is soaking her thighs.
Reaching down, I slap her thighs gently, forcing them to open wider. Scout gasps as I find her soaked, my fingers rough as they spread her open. I growl, shoving two fingers inside her. No panties. No bra. Just my clothes on her skin, covering her in my scent the way I am covered in hers.
“Take it off,” I bark again, pulling my fingers from her.
This time, she does not hesitate or challenge me. Sitting back, she whips the hooded sweatshirt up and off, tossing it behind me. I almost laugh at how eager she is. Her soft tits bounce as she falls back on her elbows, spreading out beneath me. A little moan spills past her lips when I reach down, tracing her pink lips with the stickiness coating my fingers.
“Suck,” I command, heart thundering, my cock aching as she closes her lips around my fingers, sucking her cream off greedily. “That’s my girl. Because that is what you are, yes? Nod if you understand you cannot leave me, you can go wherever you want, baby. You won’t ever escape me. You came back because you figured that out. Is that why you’re here?”
Scout nods as her gaze holds mine. “Yes. I... I should never have left. I was...I thought...I just did not want....”
Cutting her off, I dip my head to brush my mouth over hers. “You were afraid of becoming my problem. We’re in a relationship, baby. Like it or not, you became my problem the moment we met. The same way I became yours. It’s part of being grown up, part of starting a life, building something with someone. You about ready to be a grownup?”
Scout smirks as I lick her mouth playfully. “Yes. I am. Ready to grow up. To start a life, to build something with someone. With you.”
Nodding again, I pull back, letting her peel my shirt off, then yank at my jeans. We’re naked in seconds, but I don’t do what I’ve been aching to do. I do not climb between her thighs and fuck her good and hard to punish her. This time, Ineedto punish her. I need to show her what will happen any time she tries to run or pretend this thing we have can be forgotten or ignored.
“Lie down,” I command, stepping back to give her room. “Open your mouth,” I follow up as she shuffles onto her stomach. Her head snaps up, eyes molten as they watch me. Without hesitation, her plump mouth pops open, her tongue flattening to make room. Grinning at her, I fist her hair again, yanking her head back. “Good girl. Now let me punish you, honey.”
Angling my hips, I push my cock past her lips, hissing as her tongue curls around me. Going all the way to the back of her throat, I watch her eyes water as I gag her. Still, she doesn’t stop me, doesn’t tap my legs as a sign that it’s too much. No, she just stares at me, letting me push even deeper.
“That’s it,” I hum as I rock in and out of her hot, wet mouth. “That’s my girl. So pretty choking my cock down your throat, honey.”
Grunting as she sucks harder, eager to please me, I fuck her face like a savage. I piston my hips, slamming deeper and deeper down her throat. Scout gags and tears slip down her face, but she doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t ask me to let up. Because she knows I need it, she lets me punish her.
Reaching out, I smack her plump ass, smiling at the way it bounces. I smack the other cheek, leaving big, red handprints on her creamy skin. Still fucking her mouth, I reach between her thighs, pushing them wider, fingers seeking her pussy. I groan when I find how soaked she is, her cream coating her thighs as she chokes on my cock.
“Hmm, I am not punishing you right, am I? Not when your pussy is begging for my cock. Not sure you deserve to come, baby. Do you think you do?” I laugh when she nods, still sucking me down greedily. My fingers pump inside of her until she shakes, then I pull them out.
Stepping back, I pull out of her mouth. Scout whimpers and pouts at me, making my cock leak cum. Jesus, she’s perfect. And I was a damn fool to let her go. To not put up a fight with her that day when it was so obvious she was running scared. I was a coward. I could not believe I had her, so it made sense to me I would lose her.
