Bought for Christmas (6 page)

“Take
me in your mouth. Suck me, girl, and make it good.”

Emilia
whimpered, and pleasure consumed him when she wrapped her lips around his tip
and swirled her tongue over it. She took him deeper with every suck despite
gagging on his length, and Hunter grabbed her hair and took over. The fact that
she let him, that she relaxed her jaw until he hit the back of her throat
repeatedly, and swallowed around him as the first jets of his release shot
through his cock, meant he couldn’t hold on. His orgasm shot through him at
lightning speed, and he came with a roar that shook the windows and robbed him
of the ability to do anything other than collapse back on the bed and keep
breathing.

By
the time he could do so without seeing stars, he became aware of Emilia licking
him clean. Having finished her task, she wrapped her arms around his legs and
rested her head on his thigh.

Hunter
reached down to pat her head, and she snuggled in closer. He’d known she was
submissive, had gotten a further insight into her psyche when he’d read her
responses to the questionnaire he’d sent, but this act, right now, spoke
volumes of how far her submissive nature reached and his heart contracted
painfully.

There
was no point in fooling himself. This woman had the power to bring him to her
knees.
If she rejected his bear…

Hunter
groaned and threw his arm over his head. No, he wouldn’t allow himself to even
entertain the notion. As though sensing his shifting moods, Emilia tightened
her hold on his legs.

“Sir?”
she asked.

Hunter
reached down to wrap his hand in her hair, and Emilia inhaled sharply.

“You
do realize
,
you’ve earned yourself a punishment for
this, don’t you?”

He
could feel her smile in the kisses she trailed up his thigh, and he had to
grin.

“Yes,
Sir, though I think that would be unfair. I was merely being a good girl and
making sure you were comfortable,
Sir
.”

The
intonation she put on the title was pure sass, and Hunter pulled her up by her
hair.

“You’ll
definitely pay for that, kitten. Now get up here and this time do as you’re
told and go to sleep.”

Emilia
clambered up him, and he caught her mouth in a bruising kiss that left her
breathless and limp sprawled all over him.

It
took considerable effort on his part to get them both moved under the covers,
and Emilia snuggled in, yawned, and then wiggled.

“Damn
it, I have to pee.”

Hunter
couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing, and Emilia grinned up at him when he
raised himself up on his elbows better to see her. She mock pouted, and a big
bubble of happiness burst in his chest.

“This
is not funny. How can I sleep, when I have to go? It’s cold out there, dammit,
and I can’t see a thing. Why did you have to turn off all the lights?”

Hunter
frowned, not wishing to remind her of his reasons. The feel of his scars didn’t
seem to have repulsed her, and his dick hardened slightly as he recalled how
she had used
them
moments before to get herself off,
but he wasn’t ready to let her see them in all of their ugly glory just yet.

“I
can see perfectly well, kitten,” he said, and she swatted his chest lightly.

“Well,
bully for you,
Sir,
but that doesn’t help me now, does it?”

Hunter
tapped her nose and dropped his voice.

“Less
of the attitude, kitten, or I’ll bring that punishment forward to right now.”

Emilia’s
eyes
widened,
and she bit her lip. The most delightful
blush heated her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze.

“Sorry, Sir.
I didn’t mean
to be disrespectful, but I really
gotta
go. And I
can’t believe I’m even telling you this.” She buried her face in her hands, and
Hunter tugged them away and brushed his lips over hers.

“I
don’t ever want you to be embarrassed in front of me, kitten. And there is a
solution to this predicament. I’ll take you.”

Her
protest turned into a shriek when he picked her up and carried her through to
the bathroom, and set her down on the loo.

“There,
I think you’ll manage from now on. I’ll be outside, if you need carrying back.”

“Don’t
you
dare.
I’ll find my own way back … err, Sir.”

Hunter
laughed and made his way back to the bedroom. Little did she know that he could
hear her perfectly well, and his grin deepened when she stumbled along the
corridor.
His girl had an extensive vocabulary of swear
words, and she was also as blind as a bat in the dark. Just as he was beginning
to think he would have to come and get her after all she appeared in his
bedroom, looking adorably flustered.

She
climbed back on the bed, and it was his turn to gasp when she stuck her
freezing cold feet between his legs.

“Jesus,
kitten. Warn a man.”

“Serves you right.
I thought you
said this place has central heating.”

“It
does. It’s perfectly warm.”

Emilia
huffed, snuggled in closer and yawned.

“All
very well for you to say. You’re like a walking furnace. If you didn’t look so
disgustingly healthy, I’d have thought you’re running a fever.”

She
yawned again, and seconds later the even puffs of air hitting his chest told
him that she was asleep.

Hunter
smiled and shut his own eyes. They had a lot to sort out yet, but he couldn’t
help but feel hopeful. Far from being fearful as he’d half thought she might be
considering the situation, she felt secure enough to not only give him sass,
but also to joke with him.

His
eyes flew open as it dawned on him that he had laughed more in the last few
hours since he’d picked her up from her father’s house than he had in … he
couldn’t even remember when.

Chapter Five

Emilia
screwed her eyes shut against the blinding whiteness trying to invade her
closed eyelids. It couldn’t be morning already. She’d only just fallen asleep.
And why was it so bright? It had been pitch black last night, and she had the
stubbed toes to prove it, dammit.

Turning
her head to get away from the annoying light only achieved for the crushing
pressure to her ribs to increase, and Emilia gave up and opened her eyes.

Bright
sunshine streamed into the room, and was that snow she could see? Her lips
curved up into a smile. When had they last had snow on Christmas Eve? The
crushing weight around her turned out to be Hunter’s arm and she wriggled
slightly to get him to move, and then froze when her brain registered what she
was seeing.

“Holy shit.”

She
hadn’t realized she said that out loud until Hunter’s eyes flew open, and he
let go of her. He yanked the sheet up his torso, and scowled. Jaw locked, eyes
hooded, his entire frame tensed, and Emilia’s heart broke a little for him. She
tugged on the sheet, and smiled at him.

“Please
don’t hide them from me. Let me see.”

Hunter
shook his head, and Emilia tugged harder.

“Please,
I told you they don’t scare me, and besides I felt them last night.” Heat rose
in her cheeks when she recalled just how exactly she
had
felt them. It
wasn’t like her to be that forward, but it seemed Hunter had awoken her libido
kicking and screaming. Even now she grew wet for him, and Hunter’s nostrils
flared as though he could smell her arousal. The thought should mortify her,
but it had the opposite effect, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve
the ache in her pussy.

Hunter
made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and slowly released the death
grip he had on the sheet, and Emilia tried her best to keep her expression
neutral, but
oh God,
there were so
many of them.

Tears
clouded her vision and she blinked them away hastily, but one fell on Hunter’s
ridged abdomen anyway and he swore and reached up to cup her face.

“What
happened to you?” Emilia asked and he shook his head.

“It’s
not important, and these are nothing to cry over. I told you they don’t hurt
anymore. They’re just ugly.”

There
was a suspicious undertone to his deep voice, and Emilia leant into his touch,
and using just her index finger traced the edge of his scars, where it crossed
over his
pecs
. Her fingernail grazed his nipple, and
she watched in fascination as it grew hard under her touch. His pectorals
bunched and his six
pack
rippled as he tensed, and
ignoring the ugly red, welts on his skin, she ran her fingers through his chest
hair. It felt smooth under her digits, and she followed the trail down to where
he was now tenting the sheet. Her mouth went dry when she saw how far that
sheet rose. She knew he was big from having deep throated him last night, but
he looked
enormous,
and, suddenly shy, she brought her
hands back up to trace the scars running along his side.

Her
gaze sought
his,
and his chestnut eyes bled to gold
and back again. She couldn’t put it down to a trick of the light this time, and
her stomach hollowed out as another possibility occurred to her. One that she
thought to be the stuff of legends, but one that fit. It explained the heat
emanating off him, his impressive physique, even the scars. A mere human would
never have survived such an injury, surely.

Heart
trying to beat itself out of her chest, she avoided his gaze when his eyebrows
drew together in a frown.

“I
can positively see the wheels turning in your head, kitten.
Talk
to me.
What has you thinking so hard?”

Emilia
shrugged her shoulders, but she should have known he wouldn’t let her get away
with that.

Sure
enough he sat up until he towered over her, and she flinched when he wrapped
his hand in her hair and pulled hard. Stings of pain darted across her scalp,
and she whimpered. Not because of the pain, but because that simple act of
domination had the heat of arousal course through her veins. Her breasts ached,
and her nipples firmed until they were so sensitive that even the slight air
movement as he shifted closer hurt. Darts of arousal shot to her clit, and she
shut her eyes when he touched her wet slit and inserted one finger knuckle deep
into her pussy hole. Her internal muscles clenched around that digit, and he
groaned. Tightening his hold on her hair, he licked along her rapidly beating
pulse point in her neck and then bit down hard on her earlobe.

“So
wet already. My kitten is a naughty little slut, it seems, but I did promise
you a punishment, didn’t I? Now what shall it be? The flogger, the cane, the
paddle…”

Hunter
chuckled softly when she shook her head, and delivering little bites along her
neck licked along her jaw until he reached her mouth. The kiss that followed
stole her breath, and any objection she might have made fled her befuddled
brain.

When
he finally broke the kiss he was breathing as hard and as fast as she was.

“Look
at me, kitten. Tell me what you were thinking earlier, and I might let you get
away with just a spanking.”

The
thought of his hands on her ass made her groan, and his eyes flashed in triumph
at her reaction.

“Oh,
I see, we like the idea of that, do we? I can make a spanking hurt more than a
flogger, kitten, so don’t get too excited.”

That
thought really shouldn’t make her wetter, and he would notice her gushing for
him. Two more fingers had joined the first digit in her cunt, and he fucked
them in and out of her with deadly precision that meant Emilia climbed up those
rungs of arousal at lightning speed.

There
was something wild and dangerous in Hunter’s expression as he took her right to
the edge and then withdrew his fingers.

Emilia
whined her distress, and he tapped her bottom lip for her to open up. She
complied immediately, and his eyes flashed to gold and stayed that way when she
sucked on his fingers.

“Careful,
minx, you have no idea what you’ll get if you push me.” His voice had dropped
further, and there was a definite growl behind it now.

God,
she was right about him. He wasn’t human, and that thought should make her run
away as far and as fast as she could, but the other reckless part of her won
out. The part that had been half in love with him for as far back as she could
remember held her rooted in place and made her bite down on the thick fingers
in her mouth as hard as she could.

Blood
filled her mouth, and Hunter roared. Before she could blink she was on his lap
and his hand came crashing down her ass repeatedly.

Emilia
screamed and sobbed as the painful blows came down without any respite. Emilia
rather enjoyed a spanking, but this was without doubt a punishment. The force
he used meant her ass was on fire and every swat pushed her down on his knees.
She tried to rise up, to get away from the relentless blows, but he pushed hard
between her shoulder blades and she slumped down, unable to do anything but
take the pain.
Pain that slowly morphed into pleasure, when
he stopped abusing her ass and massaged the hot cheeks instead.