Chapter 69 69

Chapter 69 69
Emma

The drive back to Chisholm is long, mostly because of the silence that lingers between us. I feel terrible that I reacted so badly to Hannah borrowing my dress, I didn’t know that it would be the point that tipped Tom over the edge and now I regret it. I want to tell him that I’m sorry, that I acted inappropriately but I’m scared it will make him even more furious.
When we get back to the hut he throws his car keys down onto the kitchen bench so hard that they bounce off and land on the floor but he doesn’t retrieve them, instead leaving them there and going to the bedroom. I don’t know if I should follow him in there or if he wants to be alone right now.
I decide to go into the bedroom ultimately because I want to apologise and show him that he has my support. I cautiously tread down the hall, keeping my footsteps light and I find him sitting on the end of the bed, his head in his hands.
I approach him like I would a bomb, waiting for it to explode at any moment and take me out but he surprises me by opening his arms and drawing me in close to him. I crawl into his lap and hold him, wishing I knew what to say to make him feel better.
“I’m sorry you had to see me like that Strawberry.” He apologises, his face buried in my neck. “I just couldn’t sit there any longer and listen to them act like fucking children.”
“I’m sorry I made things worse by getting angry about the dress,” I say, feeling very guilty that I escalated the situation further instead of calming it down.
“You have nothing to apologise for my love.” He tells me, kissing my collarbone. “She took something from you without asking, you have a right to call her on it.”
Hearing him say this makes me feel so much better. I still don’t like that I got upset with Hannah but I know that Tom had my back on this.
“Tell me what you need, to help you get this anger out of you?” I ask him, not wanting to admit that there’s a side to me that is so turned on by authoritativeness towards Hannah and Jake.
“You.” He says, his voice thick with lust and his eyes hooded as he relooks into mine. “I need you.”
He pulls the bow on my dress, undoing it and tearing the dress from my body so fast that I don’t even have a chance to help him. He removes my bra in one quick movement and presses his face in between my breasts, sucking hard on my skin.
“Stand up.” He commands, sending an electric thrill through my body, and how domineering he sounds right now. I stand and he rips my underwear from my body, shredding them apart so easily like they were made of paper. “Lean over the bed, placing your hands on the mattress.”
I do as I’m told and await further instruction as my wetness pools in anticipation of what’s to come. This reminds me of our first time, back in Jake’s office and I’d been craving that ever since.
Behind me, I can hear Tom undressing, tossing his clothing across the room and out of his way. He opens the drawer on the nightstand, next to the bed and takes out another foiled package. The wait between him tearing open the packaging and putting the protection on feels like a lifetime, I just want him so badly.
He stands behind me, pressing his cock against my wet opening but he doesn’t go in. This is torture, I want to just grab him and force him deep into me and he knows it. He sticks his finger into my slick, wetness, twists it around inside of me and moans in my ear when I clench around him.
“I’m going to fuck you very hard my Strawberry Queen.” He warns me, making me clench again with his delicious promise. “But, if at any stage it gets too much and you need me to stop...”
“I won’t.” I interrupt him and he brings his hand down hard across my backside, making me squeal with pleasure. I may just have to disobey him more if it means he’ll spank me.
“As I was saying, if it does get too much for you, then I want you to have a safe word. Something you can use to make it stop.” He says, rubbing his hand over my backside as if he’s preparing for me to object to his rules.
“Kitten,” I announce, picking the first word that comes to my head because I want to get started.
“Kitten it is.” He agrees, removing his finger in one move and entering me without any warning.
He’s never penetrated me like this before, so rough and relentless. He slams himself into me with such a powerful force, painfully thrusting deep into my core. He wraps a hand around my hair, releasing it from the neat bun and pulling it hard.
I bite my lip to prevent the yelp from escaping men, afraid he might take it as a sign to stop. I love this too much not to keep going, I want more.
“Were you a good girl or a bad girl today?” He asks me and I know how I answer will determine what I get from him.
“I was a very bad girl,” I tell him and he cracks his palm across my backside so hard that I jolt. “Mmm yesss.”
“Bad girls get punished. Is that what you want baby, punishment?” He asks me, knowing exactly what my answer will be.
“Yessss.” I moan and my eyes roll back in my head. This is so amazing, I want angry sex all the time now.
“Yes, what?” He commands, smacking me again but this time he leaves his palm against my butt cheek, grabbing it playfully.
“Yes Alpha, I deserve to be punished,” I answer him, smiling to myself, even though I have no idea what he has in mind.
He brings his palm down harder than before and the sound of his hand hitting my flesh is a loud, thunderous crack. I whimper, unable to hold it in this time but it did feel so good.
“Look at me.” He demands and I peek behind me and take in his worried face. He thinks he’s gone too far. “If you need to stop just say the word.”
“More,” I beg him, pushing my backside further into him. “Go harder.”
“Really?” He asks, doubting me.
“Yes Alpha, harder, please.” I plead and he drives himself into me without remorse. “Yes, yes, yes,” I scream, getting closer.
He spanks me again, this one not as hard as the previous but I don’t make an issue out of it, it still gets me to a higher peak.
“Your arse cheek is so red.” He tells me, smoothing his hand over the burning cheek. “I promise I’ll kiss it better after we’re done.”
“I’m so close.” I whimper, struggling to hold on to my building climax.
“I’ll tell you when you get to cum.” He says sternly, moving his hands to my hips so he can penetrate me further. Every thrust threatens to take me over the edge but I hold on with all my might, waiting for his permission. “Cum for me baby.”
I tighten myself around his cock, knowing it will be the last time before I release, spasming and jolting as my climax possesses my entire body. Little moans of pleasure escape my mouth, telling the tale of satisfaction.
I become very aware of Tom behind me, still hard as he holds my hips. He didn’t climax yet.
“Lie down on the bed.” He demands, taking himself out of me so I can move. I lie on my back, head on the pillow and place a knee on either side of my stomach and crouch over me. I feast my eyes on his erection and swiftly remove the rubber protection, freeing him from his cage.
I reach my hand out and wrap it firmly around his cock, stroking him hard and fast while he rubs my wet, sensitive clit. I use the thumb on my other hand to capture the juice that escaped him already and lick it suggestively.
He grows solid in my hand, his movements stilling and without warning he shoots, spilling it out onto my breasts. I swipe up his offering with my hand, savouring it on my tongue.
“Still angry?” I ask him, as we snuggle together and bask in the afterglow.
“No.” He says, kissing my lips so sweetly to show that all the anger is gone.
“That’s a shame.” I giggle. “I guess I’ll just have to disobey you more so we can have angry, hot sex.”
Now that I know how to defuse his anger, I think I want to see him lose his temper more.