Over the Barrel (15 page)

She was grateful for the time he allowed
for her to gather her thoughts and emotions.
 
Sniffling, she twisted to look at his
smiling face.
 
"That truly
stung, Sloan.
 
Truly!"

"A proper spanking should leave a
pleasant sting.
 
It should also make
your lovely bottom throb and feel nicely swollen," Sloan said, stroking
the trembling flesh with languid ease.

Blair sniffed, her body relaxing and the
pain ebbing away, leaving a radiating warmth that shifted towards her womanly
treasures.
 
She began to wriggle on
his lap as her femininity boiled with desire.

"Sloan, I … I need that feeling you
gave me again.
 
When you kissed me
down there.
 
I need …" she
whispered hoarsely.

"Good!
 
There are things you must learn about
men.
 
To know these things will make
you very powerful," Sloan announced.
 
"While we want your bodies more than anything, there are many of us
who desire more than that.
 
We want
your heart and your mind."

"What
do men desire most about a woman's body?" Blair asked, as his rough hands
stroked the backs of her velvety thighs.

Sloan paused
before lifting her naked form to perch on the rock next to him.
 
He squatted before her and ran his hands
lightly over her plump young breasts.
 
"We desire these."

Blair
stiffened slightly at the intimacy of his caress.
 
She took in a deep breath and
softened.
 
"I see.
 
What else do they desire of us?
 
What drives a man to madness,
Sloan?"

Sloan ran
his hand down her flat belly until his fingertip lightly brushed her
mound.
 
"This is our
quarry.
 
To be denied it brings us a
heap load of distress."

"Why
distress?" asked Blair breathlessly as Sloan stroked her delicately,
barely brushing her womanly cusp with his long fingers, teasing her puffy lips
with feathery caresses.
 
He waited several agonizing minutes before he
responded.

"You are so soft and hot, Blair.
 
The wetness that calls from your body is
soft and slippery.
 
This wetness
soothes the hard dryness of a man's cock," he said huskily, his fingers
trailing from her clit to her bottom hole, spreading her ripeness as her li
ps swelled
and opened to his touch.
 
He ran his
fingertips lightly over Blair's clit and the girl sighed with pleasure.

"Am I
very wet, Sloan?" Blair dreamily inquired.

"Well,
let me see," Sloan murmured.
 
"Shall I feel inside?"

"Yes,"
Blair whispered, spreading her legs slightly to allow him access.

Sloan
gently slid his middle finger into Blair's tight slit and the girl
moaned aloud.
 
"Dang, Blair,
your body is begging for a cock."

"Please,"
Blair panted, "more.
 
Let me
feel your finger inside of me.
 
No!"
 
Blair released a loud sigh of
disappointment and frustration as Sloan
withdrew
his slippery finger.

"Before
you learn any more about what a man wants from you," he said as he stood,
"I want you to learn about your own body.
 
Give me your hand and let me show
you."

Sloan led
her to the bedrolls and sat her down in front of the flickering fire.
 
He guided Blair's hesitant fingertips to
the engorged nub of dark pink flesh and touched it.
 
Her excited clit responded by swelling
even more, and she felt a flood of wetness overflow her lips.

"Do you
feel it?" Sloan asked.

"Yes,"
said Blair, "it's sticking out.
 
What exactly is it?
 
You
called it a nub earlier."

"Your
clitoris," Sloan sighed, "the place where a woman finds her
pleasure.
 
That is why my kiss
brought you to being spent.
 
Go
ahead and touch yourself.
 
It will
not cause you harm."

"Is it
crass of me to ask that you touch me, instead?"

Sloan
smiled, sliding his hand up with excruciating leisureliness against her soft
thighs before he separated her damp, engorged lips.
 
Blair moaned aloud as his fingers gently
isolated her swollen essence, involuntarily spreading her thighs wider as he
grew more insistent.

"Do you
like that?" Sloan asked, innocently.

"Dear
Lord, yes.
 
Please, Sloan,
continue."

"I want
to show you something more," Sloan said, giving Blair's throbbing clit a
final, teasing caress.

Blair
groaned, her frustration building as her entire body tingled with need.
 
Her breasts stood before him with her
nipples erect and hard as pebbles, framed by soft, pale shoulders that gently
sloped to a delicate swan-like neck.
 
Sloan kissed her full on the mouth as he brushed his lightly furred
chest against Blair's breasts.

"Trust me?" he asked, as he gently held
her hips.
 
Blair hesitated before
nodding.
 
He turned her back to him
and caressed her from behind, kissing the nape of her neck.
 
Gently, he pushed her to her hands and
knees and rubbed her flanks.
 
He trailed
his lips down her spine, his teeth slightly scraping over her skin.
 
Goosebumps followed the path of his
touch, and she shivered when he raked his nails lightly over the heated skin of
her freshly-spanked bottom.
 
He
pressed her face slowly to the blankets beneath her and stroked her shoulders,
reassuring her that there would be no invasion of her nether region this time.

Blair held her breath as she felt his warm body
lean across her back, and bit her lip as the long, velvety pole of his rigid
manhood slipped into the space between her legs.
 
It nestled parallel to her body and
pressed lightly against her throbbing clit.
 
Sloan wrapped his arms around her torso
and began to move his shaft back and forth over the entry of her wet slit and
swollen knob.

As Sloan's rocking and rubbing his cock against
her clit grew more insistent, and Blair's moans of ecstasy were held captive as
guttural grunts and growls in her throat.
 
His scrotum bucked against her spread bottom, and the soft skin of his
lower abdomen slapped gently against her reddened cheeks.
 
Blair dug her fingers into the fabric
below her chest, panting for air as her body began to tighten and heave with
promise of upcoming release.

"Let yourself go, Blair.
 
Don't hold back," Sloan growled as
his pace increased.

Blair felt his cock grow harder as it rubbed
against her slit and she bore down, trying to grab its length with the muscles
of her inner lips.
 
A trembling wave
swept over her with hundreds of tiny vibrations that rippled from her core to
both ends of her physique.
 
It
rumbled like a thunderstorm from her lungs and out her mouth, exposing itself
as a splitting cry.
 
Blair's muscles
stiffened and locked as she was taken to the heights of glory, leaving her
completely unaware that Sloan had joined her in her release.
 
She finally caught a breath and dropped
onto her belly on the blankets.

Sloan collapsed on top of her, his spent manhood
still warm and nicely tucked between her thighs.
 
Blair shifted to turn to her back, her
naked body pinned securely under his.
 
She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers,
spreading her thighs to allow him to rest comfortably between them.

"That was incredibly pleasing," she
whispered.
 
"It made me long
for more."

"Greedy little wench," Sloan chuckled,
flipping to his back and bringing Blair with him.
 
She sat herself up, straddling his
abdomen, and ran her fingers across his nipples.

"Are a man's breasts as sensitive to touch
as a woman's?" she asked, fingering the tiny bumps.

"They can be.
 
Especially after coming," Sloan
said, grabbing her hands and kissing the fingertips.

Blair looked down into his eyes and blinked
innocently.
 
"Are they more
sensitive to the fingertips or the mouth?"

Before he could respond, she was flicking his
nipples with the tip of her little, pink tongue.
 
She closed her lips and began to gently
suck, mimicking what he had done to her.

"Blair … dang it, you are making me hard
again.
 
You need to stop this, or I
am not going to be able to resist you."

"Does it cause a man to ache with need when
he is touched and then released?" she asked, as her hand made its way down
to his growing manhood.

"Blair, don't go teasing me," Sloan
warned.

Blair grinned as she fondled the mushroomed cap
of his shaft.
 
"I am not
teasing, I am studying.
 
That is
what you wished me to do, was it not?
 
You wanted me to learn about what men wanted and how my body
works."

Sloan groaned as her grip tightened and began to
stroke him.
 
"You must stop
this.
 
I will not be able to control
my actions."

"No?
 
Why not?" Blair asked, backing up so that she could lean across the
length of his body.
 
She placed his
rod between her breasts and squeezed them together.
 
"Does this bring pleasure?"

"Lady, that sword you are holding so boldly
in your hands is going to pierce you.
 
That is enough for now."
 
Sloan grabbed both her wrists and gently pulled her hands away from his
cock.
 
He pulled her into his face
and kissed her briefly.
 
"Teasing earns more spankings, young lady."

Blair giggled.
 
"Do you promise?"

Three weeks later, Blair awoke with a horrid
backache and eased herself from Sloan's possessive arms.
 
She crept towards the dying fire and
stoked it, all the while rubbing her aching flanks.
 
After putting the kettle to boil, she
silently picked her way to the stream to freshen herself and groaned when she
noticed that she was taken by her monthlies.
 
Several unladylike words slipped from
her lips as she settled in the water.
 
This predicament was going to make the next few days very uncomfortable,
and she was not in the mood to tolerate it.

At least her physical state explained some of her
recent irritability, but what was Sloan's excuse?
 
Was it that she continued to refuse his
suggestion of allowing that massive rod of his to invade her nether parts?
 
No, Blair shook her head, she had been
the one to bring it up.
 
He had not
said anything since it was first mentioned weeks ago.
 
They had continued to 'satisfy' one another
on a frequent basis, but Blair had noticed him growing more distant.
 
He talked less to her, praised her
efforts infrequently, and had not shown any interest in her improvements.

Blair grunted.
 
Even though Sloan might not appreciate
the changes she had made, she was proud of her accomplishments.
 
She had learned to do everything needed
to care for herself on the trail, including cooking palatable meals, cleaning
pebbles from Skinwalker's hooves, and starting a fire using an Indian
firebow.
 
She had also become quite
proficient in striking her target using his gun.
 
He had called her a natural and said
that with a bit more practice and a weapon better suited for her size, she
would soon be able to knock a flea off a toad's ear.
 
She lamented over his surliness,
however.
 
It was not his nature.

The dull hum of a nearby wild beehive caught her
attention.
 
Maybe with something
sweet, Sloan's recent bouts of prickliness would be cured!
 
She dressed quickly, tiptoeing so as to
not awaken the snoring man and grabbed a thick piece of wood from the
fire.
 
After covering her head with
a thin piece of material salvaged from her underskirts, Blair silently
approached the hive.
 
She placed the
wood, surrounded by mountain pine branches, in the hollow base of the tree and
watched as smoke began to rise.
 
The
bees grew agitated at first; Blair stared in fascination as they began to gorge
themselves on the honey before they began to calm.
 
She cautiously approached the hive and
very slowly cut off a large portion from the bottom.
 
Receiving several stings, she bit her
lip while easing the honeycomb into her canvas bag, and then she carefully
backed away.