Uncovering You 4: Retribution (4 page)

But the humor dies as soon as we reach the massive tree. “Put your hands on the trunk,” he commands in a way that allows for no protests. “Bend over. Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy.”

Heat floods my cheeks at the words. But complying with Stonehart is as natural as breathing at this point.

I do as he says, then swing my head back and look over my shoulders at him with my most seductive gaze.

“Eyes front,” he barks. Without conscious thought, I instantly turn to the trunk.

“That’s better,” he says. He sounds pleased. “You don’t turn back unless I tell you to. Got that, lady?”

I whimper a small sound of agreement. A cool breeze is blowing over my half-naked body. My breasts feel heavy as they hang down.

I hear Stonehart approaching. I feel his hands circle around my calf and trail all the way up my smooth leg. He lifts my skirt, and his hands take hold of my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

I can’t take the wait. I want—no, I
need
—him to start fucking me immediately. It’s not fair that he can have me so turned on and then take his sweet time doing anything about it!

“Don’t move,” Stonehart says in a whisper. “Stand absolutely still.” I hear the
whoosh
of his belt being pulled through the loops. Finally, it seems like I’ll be getting what I so desire…

But Stonehart continues to take his time. His hands roll over the curve of my bum and sweep up the length of my spine with the lightest touch.

I want to turn my head to look at him, but he hasn’t given me permission yet.

His hand tangles in my hair. He makes a fist and spears me back by the roots, not hard, but enough to cause a bit of discomfort.

“You are a magnificent creature,” he whispers in my ear. “And magnificent creatures deserve to be kept safe from the horrors of the world, lest they lose their luster. If I had my way—” his voice becomes an octave lower, “—you would never leave these grounds again. Nothing would mar your beauty.”

Before I can think of a reply, he loops his belt over my head. He yanks once, and it tightens right over my mouth. I stir, but he tightens the fist in my hair so that pain shoots down my scalp.

“Still,” he murmurs. “Stay still. Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you hard, Lilly, and you’re going to want to scream. The belt…” he traces the bit of it in my mouth with a finger, “will make sure nobody hears. Now, then,” He smacks my ass again. “Remember what I said. Eyes front. Hands on the trunk. Don’t look back at me.”

I bite down on the leather in my mouth, doing my best to repress memories of last night. I don’t want this act tainted by them.

I feel Stonehart position himself behind me again, feel him press his hips into mine. All the while, one end of the belt is clutched in his hand, limiting the mobility of my head.

He sucks in a breath as his hand clamps my left ass cheek. When his thumb starts to trace light circles around the forbidden hole, my entire body tenses.

“Relax, Lilly,” he says. “This is new for you, I know. But I am going to open your eyes to the vast world of pleasure it can bring.” The circles start to press a little tighter into me. “Relax. Don’t clench up. Let your body go. Give me control.
Trust me
.”

As his thumb continues skirting over the same spot, sharp, panicky breaths start to rock my body. I’ve never tried anal play before. Things are supposed to go
out
, not come in. And we don’t even have lube—

I gasp as his finger plunges inside. I try to pull away, but he has me trapped with the belt.

“I told you to relax,” he rasps. He is starting to sound irritated. “If you don’t do what I say, Lilly, I’m not going to give you the favor of taking my time.” His voice transforms into a heady growl. “We both know I’m ready to fuck you to oblivion right now.”

The threat of having something so much bigger than the tip of his thumb go inside me is enough to make me force my body to slacken.

“Much better,” Stonehart says. Again, he sounds pleased. “I’m not going to lie. The first time’s going to hurt. But we’ll take it slow…” his thumb begins to ebb in and out of me. Every time it does, he pushes a little bit deeper on the way in. “…and it’ll get better.”

The feeling is completely foreign, all wrong, and just seems to be so far removed from anything I would ever enjoy that—

Out of nowhere comes a tiny sliver of pleasure. It flitters away in an instant, like a snowflake melting on hot skin, but I felt it. I actually felt it!

“You’re starting to like it,” Stonehart chuckles. “I knew you would warm up to the idea. Now—” his fly zips open, “—let’s take this one step further.”

All control abandons me. I step away from him, afraid, and start to push myself up—when I find the belt tightening.

“Don’t make me think I made a mistake allowing you outside,” Stonehart warns softly.

The implication behind those words thrusts me back into my role of prisoner. Everything magical I’d experienced earlier is gone.

I deride myself for believing, however briefly, that things were any different today.

They never are. They never will be. I mustn’t forget that.

So, I put on my big girl panties, keep my palms glued to the tree, and prepare to endure whatever I have to.

“Atta girl,” he says. “Now, remember what I told you:
Relax
.”

This pretty much seems like the worst idea ever, from where I’m standing. No lube, barely any build up, and—

And my thoughts are cut off as Stonehart’s cock pushes into me. I gasp into the leather against the piercing sensation.

Both his hands come to my hips. The long end of the belt is dangling loose somewhere over my shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain and take deep breaths to dispel the adrenaline rushing through me.

“Easy,” Stonehart stays. “Easy now, Lilly. I’m going slow. Bit by bit. Are you ready for more?”

I whimper, “No,” but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he pushes in deeper.

And so it goes, inch by agonizing inch. Stonehart forces himself into the orifice that has never been explored before. I don’t only feel stretched—I feel like I’m being torn in two. And he’s not even moving fast.

The only thing to do is close my eyes and hope that it’s over soon.

“God,” Stonehart grunts. “Oh God, Lilly, I’m almost all the way in. Can you feel it? I’m almost—” he gives one final push and presses fully into me. “Ahh.”

He leans forward, his hands crawling over my back. He turns my head to the side and breathes a hot breath into my ear. “Are you ready to get properly fucked?”

I make an incomprehensible sound that I hope he takes for acquiescence. I don’t want to do anything to make him angry. Not now. Not when I’m this vulnerable.

“Here we go,” Stonehart says, and he pulls out of me in a long, slow, drawn-out motion. I grit my teeth and breathe hard. He pushes back in.

Then he starts to pulse behind me. I bite down on the leather against the tearing pain. Every single synapse in my body is telling me to fight the unnatural intrusion.

I can’t. The only thing I can do is make the experience slightly less miserable for myself. As tears fill my eyes and trail down my cheeks, as the pain of being split open consumes me, as Stonehart’s movements become fiercer, harder, faster, I do everything I can to make my body relax and welcome the pain every one of Stonehart’s thrusts cuts into me.

Then, completely without warning, something miraculous happens. That tiny, fleeting, miniscule tendril of pleasure comes back.

At first, I think I’m imagining it. But as Stonehart continues to drive into me, I feel it magnifying together with his lustful grunts. It’s definitely emanating from my inside walls. And I… I’ve never felt anything like it.

The pain is still there, make no doubt about it. It’s still overwhelming. But somewhere beneath it, like the flicker of a lone candle in a dark, empty cathedral, is the thing that makes the experience bearable.

I cling to the bits of pleasure like a drowning woman to a life vest. Imagine my surprise when I find it building. Not a lot, of course, but I can still feel it growing. It eases some of the pain.

Suddenly, I’m less focused on my own distress and more on the sounds Stonehart is making behind me. His guttural grunts are filled with the utmost lust and pleasure. As he drives in and out of me, hard as I’ve ever felt him, I start to understand how much he is enjoying this.

He’s not enjoying it because it brings me pain. No, he’s enjoying it because of the overwhelming pleasure my tight body is giving him.

And today, so far, has been a magnificent day. Why should I ruin it by fighting something that he enjoys so much? I want him happy. A happy Stonehart makes for a much better existence, for me.

So, I double down and focus only on that growing ray of pleasure deep inside. I try my best to relax my body and let Stonehart’s grunts wash over me.

I don’t know how the transition happens, but soon, he’s not the only one making sounds of pleasure. They’re coming from my throat, too.

Without warning, Stonehart pulls out. “Turn around,” he orders, breathless. I do, and lay my eyes on his glorious body, covered in sweat and straining with pleasure. “On your knees,” he says. “Now.”

I fall to the ground and look up at him. He’s holding his cock with one hand, jerking it off as he stares down at me.

“Take the belt off and open wide,” he says. My trembling fingers fumble with the strap. I’m transfixed by what I see going on above me. The sight of Stonehart pleasuring himself is exotic.

I don’t get to admire the view for long. As soon as the belt is off, Stonehart roars and shoots hot, sticky semen all over my face. My eyes close on instinct.

“Good girl,” he pants. “Good girl.” He pets my head, then pulls me toward him. “Now, lick me off.”

We head back to the house an hour or so later. But, instead of leading me inside, Stonehart takes my hand and directs me to the back, where the ocean is.

We didn’t talk much after sex. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, though. That surprised me. It was more of an admission, on both our parts, that after laying ourselves bare, mere words would not do justice to the feelings swirling inside our heads.

The strangest thing of all was Stonehart’s behavior after. Once I cleaned up, he picked me up by the waist and kissed me softly. Then, he wrapped an arm around me and let me rest my head on his shoulder as we sat under the shade of the same tree he fucked me against.

We arrive at the other side of the mansion. I look behind me and see the entire sunroom. It’s a structure separate from the rest of the house, connected by that long, narrow hallway. It looks like it had been a later addition.

I get shivers seeing the room that I know so well from the inside. Stonehart notices, or at least senses something, because he lets me go and continues on without me, granting me some much-needed space.

I’m glad for the privacy. It feels so surreal, standing outside of my prison. When I was trapped in there, did I ever think that I would, one day, be looking in on it from the outside?

The smell of the ocean beckons me. I hear the waves crashing against the shore. I’ve never been able to look down from the top of the cliffs and judge how high up we are. Doing that is the first order of business for me.

I join Stonehart by the edge. He catches my elbow as I walk by him. “Careful,” he cautions, nodding at the ledge just a few feet away.

I swallow and nod. “I will be,” I say. He lets me go.

I walk as close to the ledge as I dare and peer down.

Whoa.

I’ve never been afraid of heights, but even I get a touch of vertigo looking down. We must be two or three hundred feet above the water. The waves crash against the stony wall below us. There is no beach to speak of—just a straight drop into the violent ocean below.

I look to my left and right. Far, far away, I see the lots of other properties. The houses are hidden from view.

“This land must have cost you a fortune,” I marvel. “We’re still in California, aren’t we? Close to San Jose?”

Stonehart’s eyes narrow slightly. “Questions?” he reminds me. I gasp and bring both hands over my mouth. It’s an automatic reaction.

“Oh my God!” I apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“But innocent ones,” Stonehart corrects, flashing me a smile. “I’ll let them pass. Yes, we are in California. Yes, we are close to San Jose. And yes,” he chuckles, “this did cost me quite a bit of money. But the good thing is: I can afford it. And—” he reaches out and yanks me into him, “—it gives me the privacy I need to do
this
.”

His mouth crashes down onto mine in a heated kiss.

I respond to him instantly. My hands fly to his hair, pulling him deeper. I step into him so that our bodies are pressed together. I kiss him back with as much passion as he directs at me.

Not because I know that he wants me to, but because I want to.

All my self-preservation instincts have gone haywire. I have absolutely no idea where I stand with this man anymore.

He lets me go. I gasp for air.

“That,” he says, trailing his thumb over my lower lip, “was a thank you for behaving so well earlier.”

“If that’s my reward,” I quip, “I might have to start behaving well more often.” I know a comment like that would be dangerous at certain times. But I’m sure it’s not now.

Stonehart smiles. It turns out I was right. “Come this way,” he tells me. “There’s an amazing view of the water that you have to see. It’s even better than this.”

We spend the rest of the day exploring the property. Stonehart shows me all the spots he knows. But, with the vastness of the land, they are surprisingly few. I guess he just never had the time or inclination to wander around his home before.

We head inside when the sky starts to darken. I feel exhausted from all the walking, but it’s a good type of exhaustion. Today had been a wonderful day.

What makes it even more astonishing is that it came right on the heels of last night.
And
we haven’t even discussed the offer Stonehart made me this morning.