Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(27)

Somewhat defeated by his stark realization, despite his still rampant hard-on, he let her go, saying quietly, “Bring me back the paddle.”

Although it was the last thing she wanted, she was a good girl and did as she was told.

Rod got up and brought her to an enormous, nearby old oak tree, pressing her against it. “Put your arms out and hug the tree, and I don’t want to see your hand leave it, or I’ll start all over.”

Then he began to light her bottom on fire. She hadn’t noticed it, but the paddle had small holes drilled in it, which cut wind resistance which made each stroke even more powerful. As strong as he was, he didn’t need the help.

By the time he was through with her, he could see her tears stains on the bark of the tree as he let her step away.

He surprised her by not throwing her to the ground, but rather reaching behind the tree to produce a thick, soft blanket, which he spread out, turning to her afterwards and pulling her into his arms for a hot, wet kiss that ended with him cradling her to the ground, taking excruciating care that she wasn’t even so much as uncomfortable – except for her poor behind.

He wanted to wait, wanted to take it slow, wanted to bring her further along with him, but when the tip of his cock met the entrance to her pussy, he knew she was already there with him. As he was poised to take her, he whispered raggedly, panting from the effort of holding himself back, “I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you right now.”

It was quite a revelation for a man she knew was no saint, but then his cock found its home deep within her, and every coherent thought flew out of her head. As usual with her, Rod found he couldn’t hold back. He began mindlessly fucking her, not even sure if this point whether he could stop if he had to, his need was so great, as he took her in the rawest, most primeval sense of the word.

Sunny just hung onto him. Even though he was taking her harder than any man ever had, he wasn’t hurting her, and she sensed that what she was able to give him was more than the essence of the act. With each powerful thrust, he brought her closer and closer to her own culmination, as if he was going to force it out of her, but she was almost beyond that now, and just wanted to make him come harder than he ever had in his life, wrapping her arms around those broad shoulders as best she could, throwing her legs around his waist and offering herself up to him, not shrinking from his thrusts but greeting them, opening herself to him completely with no reservations.

The moment he realized what she was doing, Rod lost whatever shreds of control he’d been clinging to, throwing his head back and screaming repeatedly with the force of his release, plunging uncontrollably, until there was nothing left inside him.

Although he hadn’t brought her to that same ecstatic point, Sunny still felt a strong sense of satisfaction. When he finally regained his senses, the first thing he did was ask her if she was okay. She was so touched by that that it nearly brought her to tears.

“Yes, Sir, I’m fine.” As long as you didn’t count her ravaged bottom, she added silently. Of course, since he’d created it, he wouldn’t.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. ‘Cause you’re going to have to haul me inside. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again,” he panted.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Sir.” She looked around a bit, facetiously. “I take it you have a crane with which I can lift you?”

She was rewarded by a small smile.

“Just give me a minute. I’ll be okay.”

“Take your time.” To his everlasting surprise and gratitude, she didn’t say another word, merely curled up against his side like they were snuggling in his big bed and waited quietly, only he could see that she was holding herself away from him a bit in a way she hadn’t before. She was in his arms, yet she was barely touching him, her hands were folded beneath her cheek rather than her cheek on his chest and her arms around him.

He wondered what he’d done wrong, and then he ran the past hour and half over in his mind and he wondered what he could possibly have thought he’d done right. Let’s see, hunting her like she was an animal, knocking her down, paddling her like a maniac then coming damned close to raping her like a Neanderthal. Way to make a woman want to spend another weekend – or twelve – with you, stud, he thought. What kind of a brainless idiot was he?

He knew exactly what kind – the kind that was thinking with his smaller head. She was certainly going to be gunning for a long term relationship with him now, he snorted to himself. What had he been thinking with this stupid game, anyway?