Later, Asher.

I reach around and grab her br**sts. They are not huge, but they are not small either. They fill my large hands and I squeeze them until she whimpers, then squeeze harder until she squeals. “Shhh, girl. The people are nearby. If you want to remain hidden, you’ll be quiet.” She is immediately silent. One hand dips down between her legs to assess her level of excitement. She’s practically dripping. “You do realize now that I know your aversion to public f**king, we will absolutely be doing it in public every chance we get?”

“Yes, Master,” she says obediently.

I want to ask her how real that is, but not now. Later. It will be a fun conversation for later.

I push my dick against her ass and she tenses up. I’m not going to f**k her in the ass now, there’s no way she can stay quiet through that. But I want her to wonder. I want to see if she’ll stop me.

My fingers drag her own wetness back to her ass**le and I rub my tip of my c**k back and forth against her clenched pucker. “Relax,” I whisper into her neck. “Trust me.”

It takes her almost a minute of this ass play before she relaxes and that’s when I slip my dick right up into her slick pu**y.

“Ohh.” She starts moaning, but I cup a hand over her mouth and look through the trees to see if anyone heard her. I’m not against public f**king, but the weekend of my sister’s wedding is really not the time or place. “Quiet, girl. You’re calling attention to our erotic tryst.” I pump into her slowly. In, as far in as I can go, then out. Withdrawing so slowly she gets impatient and tries to push back against me to make me pick up the pace. I pinch her nipple for that. “You don’t get to decide how fast I f**k you, girl. You only get to accept my decisions or tell me to stop. That’s it.”

“I want to come,” she whispers in her ragged breath. “Please, please, please. I really want to come.”

“I want you to come, Grace.” I wince at the name mixup. I don’t want to confuse her. “Girl,” I correct myself. “I want you to come, but I want to come first and I want to come inside you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she pants out.

I take that as permission. She barely has the words out before I let go. My release pulses through my cock, spilling inside her as she tries to stop her moaning, but fails completely. I cup my hand over her mouth and her hot breath only makes me groan with her. I want to come in her mouth so bad. But not yet. If she’s never done it, it needs to be something special.

The last lingering spasms finish and I remove my hand from her mouth. “Your turn now, Grace. Lie down on the ground and open your legs.”

Chapter Sixteen

WinningIsntAlwaysWinning

HE’S called me Grace several times now when he should be calling me girl. But I’ll think about that later. Right now, I’m eager to experience what he has planned.

A crack of thunder booms out over my head and scares the shit out of me, but Vaughn’s reassuring hand comes down on my bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, I hadn’t thought about what kind of fun we could have in the rain,” he says in that deep, throaty master voice that makes my pu**y clench with desire. And just as I look up to assess the weather, the drops start falling. I make a break for it, but Vaughn catches me by the waist and leans down into my neck to whisper, “Water won’t kill you, Grace. Do as I say.”

I stop and clear my head. “It’s just a reaction,” I say, looking up at him. “Sorry, just instinct.”

“Instincts take a back seat to submission, Grace. Just listen to my voice. Now, I want those bottoms off you and this time I’m not in the mood for cute rebellion, understand?”

I nod and slip the bikini bottoms down my thighs until they drop to the ground. They land in a puddle and Vaughn taps each leg, asking me to lift my feet one at a time so he can pick them up. He folds them in half before placing them inside my bag with the rest of my clothes.

I’m completely naked now and I have to use all my self-control to not cover myself by crossing my arms.

“Lie on your back, on the ground, right here,” he commands, pointing to a swelling puddle. The drops are big and thick and they sting a little on my bare skin, and the last thing I want to do is lie down in the mud. But I walk over to where he’s pointing and lower myself. The mud is squishy against my ass and when I lay my palms flat, the water covers them completely.

“Good, girl,” he whispers, staring down at me. “Now open your legs.”

I bite my lip for this one and he shoots me a disapproving glare. The water is trickling down his bare chest in little rivers and disappearing inside the waistband of his board shorts. My eyes naturally fall to his hard bulge and I open my legs as I stare at his thickness.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but I think it actually grows as he watches my pu**y become exposed.

I gulp some air and the laughter of tourists on the nearby path excites me, making my insides throb with anticipation of what’s coming next.

“Now,” he says with a grin. “Tell me how you like it, Grace.”

“Like it?” He cannot mean what I think he means.

“How you like men to lick your pu**y. Tell me. Now.” The last bit comes out angry and I wonder if I’ll get another spanking if I refuse.

Not likely. He knows I want them so if I refuse he’ll make me do something else.

What, I wonder? Do I want to know?

I smile before I can stop myself and one eyebrow hitches up on his forehead. But a smirk also comes forth and I know he knows what I’m thinking.