Owning His Bride (11 page)

She grinned at his mention of a family. He spoke of children often, and she found herself hoping she became pregnant soon. She sensed he would be a patient and loving father, just like her own father. Blinking back moisture at the realization, she said a quick prayer of thanks. Not even two weeks ago at this time, she had been huddled in a corner of her cell thinking she was about to endure another beating from the warden. But then Hunter had walked into her life, rescuing her from a fate worse than death.

“Come, we’ve had a long day.” He helped her stand and kept her hand clasped in his as they left the beach. A trail of newly installed solar lights illuminated their path up to the house, making her feel like she was walking across a page in a fairytale book. Once they were inside, he locked the door and backed her against the wall.

The heat of his body brushed against hers and ignited a blazing passion deep in her core. She stood on her tiptoes and met his lips. Kissing a man had never felt so natural, so right. She moaned softly into his mouth as he cupped the back of her head. He drew her closer and she became putty in his arms.

* * *

Hunter carried Becca into their bedroom and laid her atop the covers. Her tightened nipples showed through her dress and her face was flushed. Her lips parted slightly and her chest rose and fell quickly, drawing his attention to her breasts once again. Keeping his gaze trained on her, he removed his shirt and his boots, then crawled atop her and pinned her hands above her head. She struggled in a playful manner and giggled, and he tightened his hold and gave her a censoring look.

“Keep it up and I’ll tie you to the bed, Becca.”

“Promises, promises.” She pushed against him and whimpered when he subdued her, lifting her arms higher and forcing her legs apart.

“Sass me and I’ll spank your naughty bottom.”

The pretty blush that stained her cheeks gave him an idea. Until now, he had only spanked her for discipline, but his cock throbbed at the thought of giving her a light, sensual spanking before he fucked her. Based on her rapidly flushing cheeks, he suspected she might enjoy such delights.

He kissed her one last time and released his grip on her. “Turn over on your stomach, Becca.”

“Why?” She hesitated and bit her lip, and he found her sudden shyness charming.

“Because I plan to fuck you from behind, after I redden your little bottom, that is.”

“Have I done something wrong?” She scooted out from underneath him, sitting up to stare at him with worry clouding her expression. She looked adorably repentant even though she hadn’t misbehaved at all recently and had nothing to feel guilty over.

“No, Becca, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He stroked the side of her face and tucked her hair behind her ears.

She looked uncertain. “Then why do you plan to punish me?”

He grinned at her innocence, her sweetness. “I’m not punishing you at all, Becca. You’ve misunderstood. I intend for this to be a fun, good girl spanking that we’ll both enjoy. Will you trust me and turn over?”

She hesitated for a long second, before finally nodding and turning over. He sat back on his heels to give her room, then shifted next to her on the bed. Little shuddering breaths left her, and she peered at him with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted. He brushed his hand over her thighs, slowly pushing her dress up, until he revealed her panty-clad bottom.

“You’re being a very good girl, Becca.”

Some of the tension left her body, and at that moment he lifted his hand and brought it lightly down on her left ass cheek. She gasped, probably more from the sound of the slap than the sting, and soon she wriggled her center and lifted her bottom up as if eager for the second blow. He gladly obliged and cracked his hand down upon her right ass cheek. Setting a slow, sensual rhythm, he worked his way over her quivering globes, striking her with soft slaps until the flesh around her panty line showed hints of pink.

“Are your panties getting wet, Becca?” He caressed her backside.

Her mouth dropped open further and she regarded him with startled eyes. The dim lamplight bathed her face in gold, accentuating the suntan she’d gotten while walking the beach today. She looked like a goddess. A dark-haired, red-bottomed goddess.

“I think,” he said, dipping a hand between her thighs, “that you’re probably making a mess in your panties at this very moment.”

She squirmed and tried to push his hands away, but he captured her wrists against her lower back and continued his exploration, slipping two fingers inside her panties to discover her soaking wet. His breathing quickened, and his cock shifted and pulsed hard in his pants. His little wife had enjoyed the spanking as much as he had thrilled in meting it out.

“So wet,” he said, tracing her smooth and moist pussy lips. “So wet and so naughty, Becca.”

She groaned and pushed her center against his probing digits. She settled her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. “Please, Hunter.”

“I confess I rather enjoy this begging habit of yours, Becca.”

A frustrated groan was her only response, aside from another lifting of her hips. She wanted more, and Hunter was only too happy to give it. He withdrew from her wet center and yanked her panties down. Resuming her spanking, he struck her bare cheeks this time, turning her flesh an even prettier shade of pink. Though he kept her wrists pinned down, she didn’t struggle, and when he urged her legs apart her inner thighs glistened with her arousal. He paused and inhaled the heady feminine scent of her yearning, and the throbbing of his cock and his own need became unbearable.

He yanked her panties the rest of the way down and tossed them to the floor. After releasing her hands, he gave her ass one last crack, a slap hard enough to make her cry out. He slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pulled the garment off her, letting the material glide over her curves and reddened backside as he removed it roughly. She offered no resistance and wriggled her body to allow the dress off more easily.

Now completely naked, lying on her stomach with her hair in disarray and her breaths coming rapid and shallow, she glanced around at him with a trusting gaze that nearly knocked him over. Those bottomless blue eyes of hers surpassed the beauty of the vast sparkling ocean surrounding their new home.

“Get up on your hands and knees, Becca, arch your back, and lift your bottom high in the air.”

As she so obediently got into position, he slid off the bed and shed his pants. Grasping his rigid, aching cock, he crawled back on the mattress beside her, anxious to close the gap between them. Every moment that he wasn’t touching her, every moment that he wasn’t inside her, was one moment too long. He drew his shaft through her moisture, through her shining pink lips. She pushed back against him, making an impatient noise.

“Hunter, please.”

He chuckled. “More of that begging I like.” He gripped her hips and pushed the tip of his engorged cock inside her, then slammed the rest of the way home, entering her tightness with one harsh thrust.

He fucked her hard, holding her in place while he drove into her with deep, quick plunges. His balls slapped against her delicate flesh, and she moaned with each thrust and tossed her head to the side. Her hair cascaded down to the bed in a dark shimmering wave, and he reached for her silken locks and tugged her head back while he pounded her. This forced her bottom higher, her center flush against his. He glanced down, mesmerized by the sight of his cock repeatedly thrusting in and out of her slick center, right beneath her perfect, red ass cheeks.

“After I come inside you, Becca, you’re going to turn over on your back and hug your knees to your chest with a pillow tucked beneath your bottom. You’re going to hold my seed inside you, and if you don’t move quickly enough and you make a mess on the bed, I will thrash you with my belt. Do you understand?” He said all this while he fucked her, not once slowing his rapid pace.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” Her walls clamped around him, and he reached underneath her to stroke her swollen clit, rubbing her wetness around her stiff bundle of nerves as she whimpered and started meeting his thrusts.

“I want you pregnant soon, Becca. I want to see you heavy with my child, and I expect you to hold such a position each time I release inside you from now on. Failure to obey this rule will result in serious punishment.”

“I… oh!” She tried to speak but the cries of her own release drowned out her response. She shuddered and her muscles pulsed around his length, squeezing his cock until he felt the beginnings of a thunderous climax ushering him up to the stars. He came hard, streams of his hot cum spilling deep into her pussy as she quaked with the last remnants of her ecstasy.

He pumped one last time into her and grabbed a pillow, helping her into position with her knees against her chest. He slid the pillow beneath her bottom and put a hand on her stomach, staring down at her while a strange, tender warmth spread through his heart. If he wasn’t breathless, he would’ve felt like dancing. But he hated dancing. She smiled up at him, once again so trusting and peaceful, and he couldn’t deny the feelings surging through him, the constant fierce protectiveness he felt for her, and his overwhelming desire to see her happy.

He suspected he loved her. He thought he loved Becca, the quiet prisoner from Block C who’d caught his eye not two weeks ago. His throat burning, he leaned down to capture her lips in a brief kiss, before pulling back to continuing gazing upon her. Was it really love? Or was it his sudden freedom from his service contract and the abrupt change of scenery that happened to include her? Perhaps he loved the idea of the life he saw before them, a quiet life on the island with children and not a soul to bother them in their little paradise. Another thought occurred to him as he watched her maintain the position with her knees hugged to her chest, allowing his seed to penetrate her womb fully.

“Do you want children?” The second he asked the question, he wished to take it back. What if she said no? What if she didn’t share in his desire to start a family and she was only going along with it because she hadn’t been given a choice?

Her demeanor turned thoughtful and she didn’t break eye contact with him. She clasped his hand and brought it to her cheek and leaned into his touch. “To be truthful, I never thought I’d have children, never thought I’d leave Kemmius even. But in my head I used to imagine I had a husband and family, and that we lived in a farming community much like the area my grandparents lived. In my dreams there were four little children running around the house, laughing and getting into mischief. At night I’d tuck them in and read them stories, and once they were sound asleep my husband and I would stand in the doorways of their rooms, smiling at how quiet they were in sleep.” She stopped talking and blushed profusely. “You probably think I’m crazy for inventing a whole family in my head.”

He grinned and smoothed her hair out, loving the feel of it between his fingers. So that’s how she’d coped with her circumstances these last few years—by daydreaming. He supposed his method of coping hadn’t been much different. He’d envisioned the future he wanted and planned it out, from his escape from Earth to his service job on Kemmius, and now to his island on Merro with his sweet, blushing bride.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Becca.”

She blew out a breath, looking relieved. “Well, I hope my little confession answered your question at least.” She kissed his hand, the very hand he’d used to spank her, and blinked hard a few times against a sudden sheen of moisture gleaming in her eyes. “Yes, Hunter, I want to have children.” The glimmer of tears shone brighter and she blinked harder. “Especially with you,” she added.

His heart had never felt so full. Maybe, just maybe, she thought she loved him too. At the very least she liked him, harbored enough affection for him to want to bear his children and build a life with him. That was more than he’d ever hoped for. But as he held her gaze and stroked her hair, he dared to hope for more.

Chapter Eight

Becca stared out across the forest from the upper balcony of her new home, the large house she still couldn’t believe had taken the builders less than two weeks to construct. The view took her breath away each morning when she rushed up the steps to glimpse the sunrise. Hunter preferred to sleep in a little longer, but sometimes she was able to rouse him to join her for an early breakfast on the rooftop terrace. Today, however, she was alone as the first rays of brilliant orange light spilled through the trees. The birds below chirped louder and the familiar sounds of the forest waking up surrounded her.

“I brought you some tea.” Hunter appeared in the doorway and strode onto the balcony, dressed and freshly showered. He passed her a mug of steaming herbal tea, the one thing she seemed to crave the most since the beginning of her pregnancy.

She smiled and took a sip, savoring the sweetness of the honey he’d added. “Thanks, Hunter. I thought you were going to sleep in.”

He straightened, his expression one of mock offense. “I’m a farmer now, and farmers rise early.”

A laugh escaped her as he sank into a plush chair and patted his thigh. She approached and sat on his lap, careful not to spill her tea, and also careful of her tender bottom. Despite her condition, he still ruled with a firm hand and didn’t think twice about spanking her if she misbehaved, although the worst she could expect these days was a hand spanking followed by a few cracks of her small hairbrush.

“There isn’t much work to be done lately. The crops you planted are thriving, and my garden is too. I can’t believe how easy it is to grow things here. The soil is so rich and the weather perfect. I’ve hardly seen more than one insect crawling on my tomatoes.” She rubbed her growing stomach, imagining it wouldn’t be long before a third person joined them to watch the sunrise.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Concern reflected in his dark eyes.

She shrugged. “Fine. Dr. Mann was right about my nausea going away once I reached my second trimester. I’m feeling more energetic now too.”