“That fucking creep,” I say, but she shakes her head.
“That fucking creep would have had me way before if it wasn’t for you, so how can you feel that guilty? How can you even think about hurting yourself? Fuck, it’s like I left and everyone went crazy.”
I pin her with a look. That was exactly what happened.
Her face changes, jaw set, and she looks around, checking if we’re alone, before pushing me to the side of the path.
“Well, this seems like as good a place as any.”
She kisses me, and I’m so surprised I moan into her mouth. For a second, she’s the aggressor, but I take control soon enough. My hands sink into her blond hair, and I take her mouth with mine, devouring and erasing the time she wasn’t here. She slides her hands into my pants, the little freak. The second she touches my bare skin, I’m as hard as can be.
She puts distance between us and sends me a sweet smile. “Now drop to your knees and rub your cock until you come. You have a lot of debt to work off.”
Fuck me.She was serious about that? My tongue slides across my lower lip as I consider all the things I’d really like from her, but she tightens her gaze in warning. I look back and forth, checking to make sure there’s no one nearby before I drop to my knees as she requested. Sliding my hand into my pants, I find myself hard, but it’s a poor substitution for her hand on me.
“This is going to go on for a while if you actually want one for every bruise.”
“You should have thought about that before damaging what’s mine,” she agrees.
CHAPTER 45
PARKER
A slow smilespreads across my lips as I start to stroke myself under her watchful eyes. The bruises on her face are fading to a grayish purple. They look gruesome right now but will heal soon enough. She’s so beautiful, so far strong, and I’m not sure how to handle the feelings coursing through me. I want to fuck her, to hurt myself for ever putting her in harm’s way, and to come for her like a good boy.
Her jacket hugs her, her thick leggings wrapping her legs, yet I couldn’t get enough of her in ten lifetimes. She smiles as she watches me, and I expect the dominance she’s been trying on to break at any moment, but she only seems to be growing more comfortable in it. I’m not sure how to feel about it other than the fact it turns me on. I’ve always wanted to be her big man, but is she really the one who runs me?
“Parker, I really don’t have all day,” she says with thick disappointment dripping from her tone. I’m not sure why, but it makes my cock jerk.
Her telling me how good I did was about the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so I rub my cock in earnest. It’s hard to get the momentum that I need inside my sweats. I pull them down, releasing myself into the frigid air. Normally, the temperaturewould at least take the edge off my hard-on, but under Sable’s control, there’s really no choice but to stay hard and come hard.
She raises an eyebrow and whistles through her teeth at the sight. I want to ask her if she likes me, but my very last thread of dignity stops me. My cock leaks, a pearl of precum dripping out and over my head, leaving a freezing line of moisture. The intense contrast in temperature actually makes me harder, and I wonder if I’ve developed a bit of masochism in the past month. She stares deep into my eyes, and her blue ones are somehow brighter than the winter sky behind her. I get closer and closer, my knees on the hard snow, both hands on my cock and balls, and suddenly, my dignity means very little to me.
“Touch me,” I beg from the bottom of my soul. “Please touch me.”
“This is a punishment, Parker.” Because I’m a sick fucker, that does it for me, and I start to come for her all over again.
“Say my name,” she instructs.
“Sable,” I grunt as my orgasm lasts far longer than I expect. “Sable.” Her pretty lips part, and her eyes widen, and I would kill to find out if she’s as wet as I think she is.
“Well, fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” she says.
“Fuck,” I agree, my whole body shaking as the orgasm fades and the cold feels excruciating. My chest heaves, and I can’t believe I came that hard from my own damn hand.She’s going to kill me before this is over,I think as I tuck my cock away. I wonder if the intense cold didn’t add to the experience.
“You can stand,” she says, with a little smile around her lips as that dominant side slides away and reveals my girl underneath.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” I tell her instead, feeling like this is exactly the place I belong when I’m speaking to her.
“I said a lot of things last night.” She licks her lips, assuming I mean something dirty.
“About why I intentionally brought you here to share with the others when I didn’t have to.”
“Oh?” she asks, suddenly laser focused on me. She takes a few steps forward, bridging the distance between us and placing her hands on my shoulders.
“I know you think I could see how perfectly you all fit, but that’s just not true. I’m not that insightful.”
She laughs but doesn’t argue. “Then why?”
