Chapter 22: Chapter 21

I’D NEVER BEGGED anyone like this before. I listened to the way his breath hitched, his touch becoming rougher.

“As you wish, princess,” he huffed.

He slapped my ass cheek hard, repeating the motion over and over, working up the intensity as I writhed beneath him. I moaned as he spanked each side, my skin becoming hot.

I heard the sound of the belt, the tinkle of the metal.

My pussy was dripping for him.

“Cam,” I breathed. “Please.”

The leather belt slapped over me, hitting both sides at the same time. I cried out as I felt the zap of pain, followed by a wave of euphoric pleasure. I gripped the blanket beneath me, curling my fingers into it as he spanked me again.

The sound of the leather on my skin reminded me of a crack of lightning. It was loud and sudden and sent shock waves through my entire body.

Fuck.

The way I needed this. The way I needed him right now. It was primal and deep, a type of connection that I’d never shared with another.

“Good girl,” he praised. “You’re taking this so well, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” I moaned.

What was this feeling? This lust was uncontrollable, swallowing me whole. I felt better than I ever had before, my blood singing with delight.

He spanked me again, harder than before. The pain took my breath away. I groaned as he did so again and again, each time feeling more intense than the last.

The pause threw me off. I expected another strike but was instead met with two of his fingers running over my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned.

His touch sent need straight to my core.

“So wet. Do you want to taste yourself? See what I’ve done to you, sunshine?”

“Yes,” I rasped.

He slid a finger inside of me slowly. I arched, my body trembling as he pulled it free before leaning over me and sliding his finger into my mouth. I sucked, closing my eyes as I did so.

“Good girl,” he said softly.

Tasting myself was something I’d never done before either.

He kissed my ass cheeks, his touch reminding me of the marks the belt left. The pain made me moan, all while I sucked my juices off his finger.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. “Keep sucking.”

The anticipation was killing me. I kept sucking as he moved closer behind me, his cock slapping against my pussy.

He pulled his finger free and gripped my hips. “Are you ready, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

The head of his cock pressed against me. He slowly began to ease forward, filling me inch by inch.

“You feel so fucking good,” he huffed. “Fuck.”

He thrust forward, filling me completely. He held me like that, my body adjusting to the size of his cock. I groaned, my cunt clenching him. Pleasure bolted through me, need and lust working together.

Cam pulled back before pumping into me again. He began to fuck me, holding on to me as he thrust in and out, over and over. I cried out, closing my eyes as bliss rushed through me.

I felt his thumb press against my other hole. I gasped, looking at him over my shoulder. “Cam,” I moaned.

“Have you been fucked here?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be?”

I felt excitement roll through me. Nerves. Desire. “Yes,” I whispered.

He paused in his thrust and leaned over, pulling out a bottle of lube from the picnic basket.

This bastard had packed a bottle of lube.

In our picnic basket.

That turned me on.

“You’re prepared for everything,” I huffed.

His cock pulsed inside me. He gave me a devilish smile. “Well. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared, does it?”

“Not at all,” I whispered.

The anticipation was killing me.

He thrust back inside me, drawing another cry from me. He fell back into a rhythm, this one slower and harder, as he opened the bottle.

I felt the lube fall onto my ass. He rubbed the hole, circling it with his finger as he fucked me.

I shivered, my voice growing louder as he fucked me harder. “Cam!”

“Relax,” he commanded. “Close your eyes and relax, princess.”

I did as he asked, drawing in a breath. My muscles melted, my cunt still squeezing him as he fucked me, every movement measured.

I felt his finger slowly push, stretching my ass as he kept fucking me. I moaned, my breath hitching. I’d never felt so full before, not like this.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered.

He was gentle, teasing me until he was able to push one finger further inside. I moaned as I stretched around him, adjusting to him slowly.

This was so different. So new to me.

I fucking loved it.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he murmured. “Soon, you’ll be taking my cock here too. I should get us a toy to use.”

I shivered, pleasure rolling through me. “I’m so close,” I rasped.

“I know, sunshine. I can feel you milking my cock, my desperate little whore.”

I moaned with need.

He began to thrust harder, his cock spearing me. My eyes fluttered, a cry leaving me as the edge of an orgasm cut through me. I came hard, squeezing his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I was breathless as I melted under him, waves of euphoria rolling through me. He suddenly cried out, and I felt his hot cum shoot inside me, his body pressing against mine.

He slowly pulled out, rolling to the side and pulling me against him. Our breaths were ragged. I grinned, letting out a satisfied laugh as I laid my head on his chest.

“I’ll never stop wanting you,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.

“I can’t believe you just fucked me in front of this tree.”

He snorted. “This, of course, means you have to marry me.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, turning over to look at him. He was grinning, wearing the look of someone thoroughly satisfied. “Is this how you’re proposing to me, Cameron Harlow?”

“Yes. No.” He chuckled. “You’ll know when I’m proposing to you, Hal. There won’t be any question about it.”

My stomach erupted in butterflies. I smirked and sank back against him. The idea didn’t scare me the way I thought it might. Sunlight was scattered by the massive branches above us. I drew in a breath, reveling in the moment, enjoying being with him like this.

“I think it’s safe to say that you’re always welcome to take me on a picnic,” I said.

“Excellent. Maybe next time, I’ll eat fruit off your nipples.”

I laughed, swatting his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m a man of many ideas. Some might call me a genius.”

“Uh-huh, I can think of many things some might call you.”

“Hot. Sexy. Smart.”

“Sweet and thoughtful,” I countered. “Surprisingly, into ripping all of my dresses apart.”

“It’s true, I do enjoy that.”

“You’re full of many surprises.”

Many more than I could have ever imagined. If someone told me a few weeks ago that I’d be naked and in Cameron Harlow’s arms out underneath a tree, I would have told them they’d lost their mind.

Now, I couldn’t think of any other way to spend my Saturday.

Fuck. I was falling in love with him. I was already in love with him.

I let the feeling settle in, ignoring the wave of panic I felt with it.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head again. “How do you feel? Are you okay? We did a lot. I brought some chocolate, and that might be good right now, if you’d like.”

“Chocolate sounds good,” I whispered.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, sitting up. “I also brought body wipes since it’ll be a walk back…”

I raised my head, the panic disappearing. “You literally thought of everything.”

“I did,” he said, reaching into the picnic basket.

“That thing must have weighed fifty pounds. Are you sure there’s not an alternate dimension in there too?”

“There might be,” he teased.

He pulled out body wipes, sanitizing wipes, a bag of milk and dark chocolate, and two water bottles. I was amused as he wiped his hands and then came over to me, bringing all of the goodies.

“I’m going to start calling you Mary Poppins,” I teased.

He opened a piece of chocolate and knelt next to me. “Spoonful of sugar, darlin’.”

I bit the chocolate and let out a soft moan, closing my eyes. He had been right to bring it.

We settled next to each other, him feeding me chocolate while we looked around. The sun was high now, and it was warm, but not too much so.

Really, everything was perfect.

I swallowed hard, trying to chase the demons from my mind. To forget that there was someone out there wanting to hurt me. That my sister was in trouble.

All of those things could wait. They had to wait. This moment was for me and Cam.

Cam rubbed my shoulder, kissing my cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” I said. “More than good.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “I wanted to ask… if degrading you was okay. We should have talked about that before.”

“Yes,” I answered. “I enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. Secretly, I’d like to—” I cut myself off. Was I really going to say this?

“What is it? You can tell me.”

“Well. Have you heard of CNC? Consensual nonconsent.”

“I have.” He let out a soft hum. “Is that something you’re interested in trying?”

“Yes,” I answered, feeling my heart beat a little faster.

“We can try that. I like the idea of hearing you beg me to stop.”

My pussy throbbed despite the orgasms I’d already had. I relaxed against him. “I love that I’m discovering things with you. New things. Hot things.”

“Me too,” he said. “I love that you’re comfortable enough to share what you want. It’s hot. And that you trust me enough to try that with me.”

“I trust you all the way.”

His hand slid into mine. “I trust you all the way too, sunshine.”

We let our words sit for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s presence.

That was the other thing I loved about him. Sometimes, we could just sit in each other’s silence, and it was a conversation all of its own.

“How about we go to the tap house tonight?” Cam asked.

“Do they need a hand?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I’m technically supposed to be off. We could go get drinks though… maybe enjoy the space. Maybe run home first and relax.”

I let out a happy sigh. “Sure. I can’t think of why not. I might work on an article if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine by me,” he said, smirking. “What are you writing about?”

His winery. I wasn’t going to give that away though. Not yet anyways.

“It’s top secret,” I told him.

My plan was to publish it once we got back.

He let out a soft chuckle. “I suppose I can accept that.”