Colt turned down the auxiliary road to her cabin and pulled his truck into the driveway. He snorted. Sure enough, the mountain lion—all eight feet of him—was spread out before the front door. Damn thing likely weighed a good one seventy. It lounged in the shade on the front porch. At the appearance of Colt’s truck, it lifted its head, studying him before returning to its prone position on the porch. The animals tended to hate loud noises, and would usually leave because of them. If that didn’t work, he had his loaded shotgun that he would use to attempt to scare it off.
Colt blared his truck horn, keeping his hand pressed against the steering wheel as it shrieked.
Avery peeked through the cabin’s front window with a big smile on her arresting face. That smile took Colt’s breath away. Had anyone ever shown that much exuberance over his arrival before? Not that he could recall—not even his ex-fiancée, Carly, had looked at him the way Avery did just now.
It took the mountain lion a few moments before it grew agitated enough at the noisy horn to move. Disgruntled, the golden beast rose, issued a guttural growl in Colt’s direction, and stalked away toward the cover of the forest. Colt laid off the horn once the beast had slipped into the trees and out of sight.
After the mountain lion ambled away, Avery poked her head out the front door. A current of rage that she had disobeyed him and concern for her safety had Colt shoving out of his truck. He prowled her way, his face set in a furious glower. “I thought I told you to stay inside.”
“You did, but he’s gone,” she replied, like everything was just dandy now, and she wasn’t risking her neck.
“But he could be back. You’re not out of the woods yet, babe. And I’m going to tan your fucking hide.” Colt ushered her inside the cabin by his sheer size and strength. Her gaze was wide as he hauled her up into his arms and strode over to the couch. It was as good a place as any to teach her what it meant when a sub disobeyed her Dom.
“What are you doing, Colt?” She struggled against his hold as he sat down with her. But he was stronger, and he used that strength to his advantage as he turned her over so that she was face down over his lap.
Too furious to speak, letting his actions speak for themselves, he didn’t even pull her pants down. The jeans she wore were threadbare enough that she would feel the spanking. Colt held her struggling form down, and braced a forearm low across her back to keep her over his lap. With rage and fear riding him, he whacked her bum, once, twice, three times. The loud cracks, along with the stream of oaths that poured from her mouth, were cathartic. He smacked her butt again and again, driving the point home that she wasn’t to risk herself, put herself in danger. She wriggled her torso and then her sharp teeth sank into his side.
He yelped. “Son of a bitch! What the hell?” He jostled her and dislodged her mouth. The little vixen had bitten him. There were likely teeth marks in his left obliques.
“See how you like it, being handled that way!” she shouted with a quiver in her voice.
Remorse flooded him. What the hell had he done?
He’d lost all control; let his anger override everything else. Avery wasn’t in the lifestyle, hadn’t consented, and likely had never been disciplined before. He prayed he hadn’t done permanent damage in his anger. Colt shifted her in his arms like she was precious and as fragile as glass, until she was cradled in them and his gaze met hers. “Babe, that’s how a Dom disciplines his woman when she’s out of line and risks her damn fool life. You deserved that spanking. I’m not sorry for it, only that I haven’t trained you properly yet to know what to expect, being with me. I’m a Dom, there’s no getting around that or changing it. And so help me, if you put yourself in danger again when I explicitly ask you not to, for your safety, I will spank the hell out of you.”
“You think you can discipline me like I’m a child? I’ve been on my own for years. Who the hell do you think you are to manhandle me that way?” She gripped the front of his shirt and glared as if she wanted to do him bodily harm.
“For the time being, I’m your Dom, and that makes you my woman. And I’d punish you again, if for no other reason than to drive home that you need to be more careful. I realize that you’re not a fully trained submissive, and I will start showing you what that means while we are together. Just know that, while you’re here with me, if you blatantly disregard an order that is meant for your safety, I will spank you. I went light on you this time. Next time, it will be your bare ass, and I won’t stop at ten swats.” He wrapped the length of her ponytail around his hand and yanked her head back, enjoying the way her pupils dilated, and her breath expelled in a rush. It was all the encouragement he needed. There was a bedroom submissive inside Avery, and he would find her. Then he did what he’d yearned to do since he left the cabin on Sunday.
He kissed her. Punishingly. Dominantly.
With his mouth, he imparted his wrath and that, when it came to their relationship, he was the one in control. He possessed her, growling when her succulent, scintillating lips parted and met his carnal demands.
Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp. The sharp bite of pain fueled his dark desires. The Dom inside him unfurled like a pirate flag on a ship. Colt undid the clasp of her jeans and snaked his hand beneath to her pussy. He found her drenched.
With a groan, without preamble or foreplay, he thrust two fingers inside her wet heat and swallowed her startled moan. Her hips bucked against his thrusting digits. Colt stroked her cunt, fast and deep, needing to feel her come undone for him because he demanded it. Avery undulated her hips, her movements making her rub against his hardening shaft. He adored the way her pussy clung to his fingers, like she was trying to hold him inside her. She climaxed in his arms, clenched around his digits like a vise grip, and keened into his mouth as she quaked.
Avery sank her teeth into his bottom lip, hard enough to leave a mark but without breaking the skin. The move added to the incendiary flames in him. Blood pounded in his temples and through his veins. He had to be inside her. Now.
He tore his mouth from hers and shifted them together, then positioned Avery on her knees on the couch with her sweet ass facing him. He shoved her jeans and panties down to her knees and freed his engorged shaft, hissing in relief. Bending her forward, he situated her hips so that they were canted up in the air, and pressed her torso against the couch.
He had to bind her, give her a true taste of his dominance, and discover how she responded.
Colt gripped her hands, drew them behind her back, and held her wrists single-handed at the small of her back. This position gave him a lovely view of her bare bottom, which was still pink from his spanking. He hadn’t realized how much he had needed to see his mark upon her ass. It added nitroglycerin to his already enflamed ardor. Gripping his dick, he rubbed the head through her drenched folds and placed his shaft at the entrance to her pussy.
Pressing forward, he inserted the head, stretching her cunt, her heat surrounding him. Colt clasped her hip and held her steady. He plowed inside in a single, hard stroke, until he was balls deep.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried, rocking her hips up for more.
Mine.
She was his, and her vocal response was all the encouragement Colt needed. He withdrew until only the crown remained, and thrust hard. He needed to dominate her. And she let him, unconsciously granting him the submission he craved. She accepted his brutal fucking, accepted him, her hips rocking and undulating. Her response spurred him into madness. The tightly reined tether on his control snapped until nothing remained.