Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series (4 page)

“Wait! You’re leaving me here?? Alone?” I panicked.

“If you try to escape in the dark you’ll be dead by morning.” He disappeared into the woods.

I looked around, “Well fuck me. Bad choice of words.” I cleaned up from dinner like he had earlier today.

To kill some time I gathered a bunch of sticks, tied them together and started sweeping up around the fire working my way out making piles and burning them. As I worked I planned and plotted, but my heart wasn’t in it.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Turner and what he’d done to me earlier. I know it’s been four years, but good God, excuse me, Turner. Maybe he doesn’t believe in God? Probably not.

He doesn’t look religious, he looks mean hidden behind all that hair. And that body. I feel like a shrimp next to him, and I’m not a small woman. If he’s serious about ‘fucking’ me, I’m in real trouble. He’s going to hurt me.

I need to tell him if he takes this too fast he could kill me by accident. I wonder if he cares? Why did he wash me earlier? Why did he want me to wash him? That was such an intimate thing from a man who has so far has been anything but.

He came back and stopped by my hands. I looked up. “What?”

“What are you doing?” His voice is so deep and commanding.

“I cleaned up from dinner, so I thought I’d sweep. I just needed to move while I thought. Do you want me to stop?”

“Stand up.” He ordered.

I did leaving the broom on the ground. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. Do you need privacy in the woods for bodily functions?” He asked.

So that’s where he was. “No, maybe in the morning.”

“Take the clothes off and go sit on the blanket. You can keep my jacket on.” He ordered in a colder tone than earlier. His eyes are darker now too, or is it the dark of the night?

I nodded and went to his blanket to do as he wanted. Crap, I just got warm.

“No, wait. Undress here, in front of me. I want to see you.”

I blinked and looked at him, “And if I say no?”

“Try it.” He dared me with a sparkle in his eyes, he wants me to fight him. Maybe he is crazy.

My heart skipped a beat as my loins clenched. Shit. I tried not to look at him as he watched me.

“Slower.” He instructed.

I pushed my jeans down no longer having underwear and feeling strangely sexy. I kicked out of my boots and my jeans. “That was the worst strip tease ever.” I admitted feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t know. Strippers do nothing for me. Turn around.”

I did. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Do you want me to?” He asked gathering my hair.

“NO!!!” I laughed.

He pulled my hair exposing my neck. His beard tickled my shoulder as his breath skimmed over my ear. “Then no Miss Pine, I will not be fucking you tonight.”

He scooped me up making me squeal, “Hey!!”

“Quiet, you’ll wake the neighbors.”

“What neighbors?” I asked looking around like an idiot.

He set me down and climbed over me to hover. His eyes almost twinkled, “Do you really think I’d bring you up here to scream for my neighbors?”

“I don’t know you well enough to presume anything.”

“Anything what?”

I looked at him funny. “What?”

“You will address me as Sir, and only use my given name when you’re coming for me.” He stated like it was Rule Number One.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s better. Why four years?” He asked abruptly changing gears.

I blinked and squirmed under him.

“Hold still and answer me. The more you move the more I want you.” He warned me.

I went still, “Um, well, I don’t know. I work a lot…I don’t know. I don’t think about it.”

He studied me for a minute. “How many?”

“How many what?”

“Men, before me.” He clarified.

“Two, a bad first time with a high school boyfriend, and a one year relationship with a guy in college. We went our separate ways because he wanted to work back east, and I hate it there.”

“That’s incredibly boring.”

“You didn’t ask for a show.”

“Shows are for people who need entertaining. I need sex, and a lot of it.”

“Why didn’t you kidnap a bunch of women then?” I asked daring to touch his beard that is tickling my breasts as we talk.

He sat up straddling me on his knees to take his shirt off. “One is enough to keep track of. Women are sneaky, and not to be trusted.”

“Won’t argue that. The problem is, you might have kidnapped the worst of them all. You realize who my father is, don’t you?”

“Yes, he’s bailed me out more than once. Who knew he had such a delicious daughter?” He came down on his elbow next to me. “Lay still.”

He started running his fingers over my stomach making circles and random designs as he moved about. “That tickles.”

“Do you pleasure yourself since you don’t have a boyfriend?” He asked softly.

“Not very often. Maybe if I can’t sleep and I need to clear my head.” I confessed unashamed. It’s not like I’m the only one.

“Do it now.” He picked up my hand and placed it down ‘there’.

“I don’t think I can. I’m too nervous.”

“Nervous?” He twisted one nipple then the other.

“You kidnapped me and scared the shit out of me, then I thought you were going to rape me.” I scolded him.

“Watch your tone with me Miss Pine, any excuse to turn you over my knee.”

“You like hitting me?”

“No, I like the result.” He lowered his head and nuzzled his nose under my ear. “Would you like me to allow you come again?”

I turned giving him more room to nibble. “I’m not sure I could take it.”

“You can take it.” He assured me. “Bend your knees, bring them up.” He trailed his fingers up and over my kneecap. “I want to hear you beg so bad it makes me hard.”

I laughed a little, “You’re not very romantic are you?”

“No, not at all. Romance for for shitheads.” He slid down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

I moved his hair off his face, “Some women need romance.” I told him.

“Not my woman. I’ll train you to need exactly what I give you, and only I will give you. No man will touch you after me.” He sucked my other nipple so hard I screamed again! What is with him inflicting pain??

I had to look to make sure it was still there when he moved down to my stomach. “You like to inflict pain?”

“Yes.” He said lifting my right leg and ducking under. He set his chin on my patch and waited for me to look at him. “I’m getting too old for whores and one night stands. I don’t date, and I don’t need any bullshit. I need sex, the way I want it, and I need a woman who does what I tell her, when I tell her.”

“And you think that’s me?”

“If it’s not, I’ll kill you and find another. Don’t make me do that. You have a nice tight pussy Miss Pine, I look forward to breaking you in.”

I felt my goodies stand up and pay attention. “Speaking of which, you’re going to hurt me, bad, if you rush in there.”

“I have no intention of rushing. Are you done with the questions?”

“I thought you were the one asking questions?” I smiled. He really is adorable if you look past the extremely rough exterior.

“Arguing with me is a good way to get that beautiful ass tanned.” He warned and I swear he was smiling where I couldn’t see.

“You think it’s beautiful?” I asked as he flicked me with his tongue.

“Do I look like a man who would fuck an ugly woman?” He asked me harshly.

I forgot the question because he didn’t give me a chance to answer. His mouth encompassed my clitoris and I arched aching for his hands on me. How is this possible? I just met him.

He slid his hands up my thigh and lifted me until I was mostly on my shoulders with my butt off the ground. He let his tongue fall lightly all the way down over my anus and back up to my folds. His tongue darted in and out before he inhaled my clitoris into his mouth and pushed two fingers into me.

“Oh shit.” I felt the tension building, and building, as he works me. He lowered me back down and ran his large hands up and over my breasts.

He suckled and flicked me with that strong capable tongue.

I grabbed his hair pulling him into me, “Don’t…stop.” I begged not sure if I wanted him to stop, or don’t stop. The sensation overwhelmed me and I pulsed uncontrollably on those two magic fingers. “Turner!!”

He let me down easy as he slowed and pulled up to set my legs back down flat and closer together. He slid his way back up pulling the blanket over me. “I see you remembered to use my name, that went a long way towards you not getting put over my knee for coming before I told you to. Next time, don’t be so greedy, and wait for my permission.”

I can hardly breathe, “I…don’t…know…if…I…can.”

“You’ll learn. Next time saying my name won’t save you. Roll over to your stomach.”

I rolled using my arms as pillows.

“Put your hands behind your head, wrists together.”

“What??” I lifted my head.

He climbed on top of me and pushed my head back down after forcing my hands where he wanted them. “When I tell you to do something you do it. Didn’t I say that earlier?”

“Yes.” I’m starting to panic. He sounds so mean.

He scoots back to my thighs and runs his hands over my behind. “Such a lovely pale ass. I can’t wait to make that mine too.” He squeezed and smacked me almost as hard as he did earlier. It stung, but not so bad that I cried out.

The second one made me flinch. “Ow.” It wasn’t harder than the first spank, but it stung worse for some reason.

“Will you think twice before questioning an order from me?”

“Yes!” I said as clearly as I could. Right now do anything if he just let me up from this awful position and pain. Why does he like these humiliating positions?

“Hold very still baby.” I can hear him unfastening his belt and jeans. “If you move I will hurt you.” He promised.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked willing my body to cooperate. Despite him not raping me, he’s obviously okay with everything else. I’m not sure why he thinks there’s a difference. I feel raped right about now.

He ignored me as he settled himself like before. He dug his fingertips into my flesh as he held himself in place and fucked my ass cheeks like before. He used his fingers to keep me wet and spread it for him to use so his movements became slippery.

Now I know why he wanted me to hold still. One wrong move and he could do some serious damage. My fear held me rigidly in place.

When he got close he grabbed my hands and pinned them under his as he pressed himself hard into my back. “No more of this teenage bullshit tomorrow Peach. Tomorrow I fuck your full breasts.” He promised and I felt him give into his needs. “You smell so good. Your pussy is so sweet.”

I sniffled because tears are falling and I’m on the verge of blacking out.

He lifted up and rolled to pull me over with my head on his shoulder.

I looked up at the stars and felt a fresh rush of pain and sadness. This man has no feelings other than his own need for sex and to be waited on. He probably doesn’t care that I’m on the edge of sinking into a very dark hole here.

He sat up enough to pull the blanket over us. “Sleep baby. Tomorrow this will seem like nothing.” Why is he calling me ‘baby’??

I started sobbing uncontrollably. This man is going to take everything from me. I hate him. I almost liked him earlier, but now I hate him. Tonight was too much. His words are too painful.

He rolled and pulled my back to his chest. He moved my hair and got comfortable by my ear. He whispered softly, “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

“I hate you, and yes.”

“Everyone hates me baby, why should you be any different?”

I rolled over feeling the wrath of my anger launch itself up through the tall pines and into the stars. “You asshole!! How dare you??!! Fuck you! You say you want a real woman in your bed, well you’re never going have one worth a shit if you treat her like you’re treating me!!”

He looked slightly shocked, mostly annoyed, “I thought I told you to go to sleep.”

I punched the ground and rolled back to my stomach to cry in my arms. He pulled me back trying to hold me again so I drove my elbow into his ribs as hard as I could.

“Oof.” He sounded surprised, and I swear I can see the smile on his fucking face. He touched my elbow. “Do it again, harder.” He begged in my ear.

I happily obliged him.

“Oh that’s good. We’re going to have to work on you strength Miss Pine if you ever expect to please me with that kind of punishment.” He forced my head over into his shoulder this time. “Now, stop crying and sleep. I have much to teach you, and not much time to do it in.”

I cried myself to sleep. He was out before me, but his death grip wouldn’t allow me even the briefest reprieve from his presence. I know I can’t run away, but damn if I don’t want to.