Kept: An Erotic Anthology (48 page)

“Stupid mutt is watching me.”

Totally unladylike, I snorted a laugh. “He thinks he has better game.”

“Is that so?” He pulled out then flipped me onto my back. With a wicked look, he grabbed my legs and positioned them over his shoulders.

Methodically, he slid his cock in and out of my entrance in small thrusts, stretching me with its head repeatedly. I groaned impatiently then he slammed into me and massaged that deep spot inside. Now that was more like it!

Again, he pulled out then slammed back in, over and over, until my groans turned to yelps. My breasts bounced with each jerk of my body. He slowed then pushed my legs back down to the bed as he leaned down to take my nipple between his lips.

Teeth grazed, making me shout and try to squirm away. His answering chuckle was evil. Smirking, he knelt up and pulled out. Frustration gnawed at me. There was a cruel look in his eyes.

Growling, I tried to pull him back in but he only pushed my hands away. Slowly, he slid the head of his cock up and down my slit. I followed his movement with my hips, whimpering pitifully. I was close to begging when he finally pushed back in, slowly, letting me feel each inch stretch my inner walls.

Sweat formed a shiny sheen over his rippled muscles. I’d never actually seen a man with a six pack outside of magazines and TV. Gasping, I scraped my fingers over his abs, reveling in the firmness. This gorgeous man wanted me. Amazing.

His cock started to pulse inside me and it was enough to bring my pleasure to the brink. I let it take me, let it throw me, soaring, spiraling out of the control as I screamed. Vaguely, I was aware of Baen’s release – I felt his hot semen like a brand in my channel. He yelled too, his face strained but still beautiful. The orgasm slowed then faded to a dull pulse. My heart still beat a heavy drum solo in my chest as I tried to catch my breath.

Baen collapsed on top of me, panting, squishing me with his weight, but I didn’t care. I needed the closeness, the intimacy. The orgasm was so intense, I needed something to ground me. My emotions whirled out of control. When I got myself off it wasn’t anything like this. Was there something to this slave stuff? I couldn’t deny parts were appealing. I’d had the best orgasm ever and a lot of the thrill came from Baen’s dominance. Could I submit to a man like him long-term, even if it meant I got punished for mistakes? The spanking didn’t even seem that bad anymore. Maybe I was developing Stockholm Syndrome. I just didn’t know anymore. This whole experience was challenging me in ways I’d never dreamed of. I was a confused mess.

Baen rolled off of me too soon. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to crush you.”

“It’s okay,” I managed to choke out.

He pulled me into his warm arms and I nuzzled my face into his chest. For a few minutes, I could pretend he was mine. That he loved me. That I was more than a convenient fuck he found semi-attractive. That he wanted me for real, not just for pretend.

It was an unrealistic fantasy but I let myself live it for today. Later, I’d snap back to reality. For now, my eyes fluttered closed and I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under my cheek.

Chapter 4

“Maggie.”

Something shook me out of my sleep. Head foggy, I cracked open my eyes. Where was I? And who was calling my name? It didn’t sound like Jared. A furry half naked man stood over me, his face set in a scowl. Memories surfaced. Right. How could I forget? End of the world. Scottish brute spanking me then giving me the best orgasm of my life.

Something licked my fingers. Ugly pet dog. It was all coming back to me.

I groaned and shifted on the bed. Soft blankets rubbed up against my naked skin. Still naked? Baen had covered me at least. My body was deliciously sore. The pain from punishment had faded at least, but my girly bits ached, reminding me of last night. Great. And now I was wet again.

Baen chuckled. “Ready for round two already, lass?”

Irritated, I grumbled, “How are you doing that?”

“Secret talent.” He shrugged. “Come on, love. Time to go talk to T’rell.”

I blinked a few times then managed to sit up, keeping my breasts covered with the blanket. “What time is it?”

“Eight in the morning. I let you sleep as long as I could.” He smiled. “You looked so peaceful. Like a little kitten.”

“You watched me sleep?” Could something be cute and creepy at the same time?

“Aye, I watched you come last night too so there’s no reason to be shy now.”

He had a point. With a big yawn I stretched my arms overhead and tried to clear the cobwebs from my mind. I must’ve been in a deep sleep to be this groggy at eight in the morning. I was usually up earlier than that for work. The orgasm had worn me out, it seemed.

I was eager to get down to this fixing the device and saving the world business. It was pretty important yet had managed to stay in the back of my mind. Orgasms and naked Scottish men took the forefront. There was something fucked up about that. “Where are my clothes?”

Baen pointed to a large basin a little to the left. “Wash up first.”

That hadn’t been there yesterday. Steam rose up into the air, tempting me with a delicious soapy smell. While I wasn’t keen on spending more time naked with him, a warm bath did sound good.

Acutely aware of my nakedness, I wrapped the sheet around my body and stepped down from the bed. Something furry touched my barefoot. Toby! I’d almost forgotten about him.

“Hey, puppy!” I said in my silly talking to dogs voice. He wagged his tail and I bent down to pet him.

Baen scowled at us. “That you’re happier to see the dog than me is a big blow to my ego.”

I gave him a sassy look. “Should I scratch your belly too, sir?”

He stomped toward me and, momentarily, fear spiked. I’d forgotten what a formidable man he was. Hand around my arm, he hauled me to my feet. I tightened my grip around the sheet.

“No, but you should at least greet your master with a hug,” he rumbled in my ear. “And if you were a good slave, you’d offer your body for me to use.”

I tried to pull away though the small burst of fear had turned to that gooey turned-on mess that made my knees weak and my pussy clench. It was a safe fear because I mostly trusted him now. And being used was starting to sound kind of sexy. Didn’t we have time for a quickie?

Fuck. No. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave my head a shake. The world needed saving! Get it together!

He glared down at me, waiting for a response.

“Shouldn’t we go talk to your friend?” My voice was no louder than a soft rasp. How was he affecting me so much? I wanted to kick him, then myself, then throw him down and fuck him. Then maybe eat breakfast because I
was
really hungry.

Nodding curtly, he let go of my arm. The disappointment in his face made my heart sink. Before I knew what I was doing, I threw my arms around his body, letting my face rest on his bare chest.

He seemed surprised at first and didn’t do anything in return. Then his arms fell around me and he held me to him, so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. The urge to push the man onto the bed and have my way with him was still there, even though I had no idea what I was doing when it came to pleasuring a man. But comfort set in with his body wrapped around mine. A sense of peace I’d never felt. In my head, he wanted to keep me – as a slave, a wife, a partner, I didn’t care. In my head, I imagined he loved me.

“Right,” he finally said then set me away. “Bath first. But make it quick.”

I nodded, feeling awkward and sad but also a little mushy at the same time. What was wrong with me? How could I be feeling so many things at once? Gooey puppy love didn’t mix with sorrow and fear and discomfort. I was a mess. A straight up, hot mess.

Numbly, I walked to the tub then turned and looked over my shoulder. Was he going to watch me? After last night, did I care? He seemed torn too. His gaze flicked from me to the floor, back and forth. At least he wasn’t shamelessly gawking like last night. The memory made me shiver. I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one feeling awkward.

Finally, I shrugged and dropped the sheet. We were wasting time. The wall of the tub was high off the ground and I had trouble throwing my leg over to get in. I bounced on one foot for a moment, trying to shift my weight to the leg in the water but couldn’t reach the bottom of the tub. Where did he get such a tall basin? It’d have to be big to accommodate the giant man-bears, I supposed.

Strong hands came around my waist and lifted me up. Just when I was almost all the way in the tub, teeth closed around my ass cheek. I yelped and looked behind me.

Baen smirked, not an ounce of remorse on his face. He was flipping between cocky and shy so fast it was giving me whiplash.

Scowling, I lowered myself into the water. Warmth surrounded me, relaxing my sore muscles. I let out a low groan. I could get used to this. The water was already infused with soap. A few bubbles popped on the surface. It smelled amazing. Like a lavender candle I had at home. Unable to stop myself, I smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

He leaned his forearms on the side of the basin and smiled back. “See? It’s no’ so bad being a slave. I’d pamper mine.” At the last part, his eyes glazed over and he stared through me. “Like the princess she is.”

The notion was sweet even if I couldn’t wrap my head around the slave part. Maybe it was the term I objected to. Slavery was supposed to be forced. Whoever heard of volunteer slavery? It just didn’t make any sense. Maybe the word meant something else here. Servicing and obedience in the bedroom was no big deal. In fact, it was pretty hot. Not that I’d tell him that.

I looked over at him. He still had that dazed look plastered on his face. With an impish smile, I splashed him a little to wake him up.

He jumped back then narrowed his eyes at me. A small thrill shot down my spine. This felt a little like poking a sleeping bear with a stick.

“Little brat.” He grabbed a towel from the chair and wiped his face. “You want another trip over my knee, all you have to do is ask.”

I flew to the other side of the tub and shook my head. Though I cringed and protested, at the same time, my groin started to throb. I got that shivery, desperate feeling again. The warm water didn’t help. It would be so easy to slip my hand between my legs and rub my needy clit. Fuck. Why was I so horny around him?

Baen walked to the side of the tub again, smirking. “Your head says no, but your body says yes. You were made for this, Maggie.”

His eyes sucked me in. Gold hair, green eyes, he matched the kilt and theme of interior decorating. He licked his lips – such pretty lips for a man. Soft and perfectly shaped. I wanted to lick them, suck them, nip them. I felt trapped by his beauty. It was hard to swallow.

I shivered once and his expression changed. He stood up straight then grabbed the towel from where he’d left it on the chair.

“Out you go,” he said. “It’s gettin’ cool.”

Was it? I hadn’t noticed.

I stood and he wrapped the towel around my body then picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was too dazed to stop him. Once he sat me on the edge, he turned and lifted something else from the chair.

“I got you clean clothes.”

I shuddered to think what he’d choose for me. He handed me a ball of fabric. “I hope it fits.”

I shook out the bundle and assessed his offering. A cotton dress, sensible, not too short. Gold trim followed the hem and came across just under the bust line. It was gorgeous in a simple way.

“What about underwear?”

With an exaggerated sigh and pained expression, he brandished a pair and held them out to me.

I took them warily, wondering where he’d gotten all of this. Were these the clothes of an ex-lover? Another slave down the block?

“They’re brand new,” he explained. “You have my word.”

With no choice but to trust him, I slipped them on under the towel.

He watched me with a heated gaze then murmured, “If you were mine, you’d never wear underwear again.”

I chuckled. “Good thing I’m not. I have a lot of cute underwear that’d go to waste.”

His eyes widened for half a second then he schooled his features. “Naughty girl. Now I’ve go’ that to think about all day. Are you hungry?”

As usual, my gaze dropped to his cock, which sadly was covered by his kilt.

“Stop doin’ that, lass!” he growled. “You don’t know what it does to me.”

With a smirk, I let the towel fall to the floor before slipping the dress over my head. I wasn’t used to having power over men. That I could turn him on, make him want me was kind of…fun. I wasn’t about to apologize for that. Jared and my other ex seemed like losers now. They’d never satisfied me like Baen. When they fucked me, they barely looked at me. I’d wondered if they even liked me.

“You want tae tease me, little girl, you’ll get what you deserve.”

I straightened the dress over my body. It was a little big but still fit. “And what’s that?”

He took a threatening step forward and rumbled, “My mouth on you for hours before I let you come.”

Heat rushed to my pussy, making me clench my thighs to hide it. A picture formed in my head. Me tied to the bed, legs open and everything on display, Baen smirking down at me…his wicked tongue…

I groaned and my eyes almost rolled back in my head as my needy bud throbbed. How did this keep happening? I felt so out of control – not only of my greedy, slutty girly bits, but of my emotions too.

“You look beautiful in that,” he said, startling me out of my fantasy. “My colors suit you.”

I looked down at my body, feeling self-conscious. I didn’t have green eyes that accented the dress. My eyes were plain brown, just a shade lighter than my brown hair. And I probably had terrible bed head. Curly hair and no product didn’t mix. With a discouraged sigh, I let my hands fall at my side.

“Let’s go, love. T’rell will be waiting.”

Numbly, I followed him out the tent door then back through camp. Memories of my outburst last night made my cheeks heat. I hoped not many people had seen it. What did they think of me? Had I embarrassed Baen? Guilt rose again and I dropped my head even lower. I’d try to make him proud today and redeem myself in the eyes of his people.