Slingshot by K.L. Savage
She’s fine.
Natalia only has a few bumps and bruises. They didn’t get between her legs, but I can tell they got close from the scratches.
Her beautiful body is made to be worshipped like the temple it is, not destroyed as if it’s an old, abandoned building.
Doc says she needs rest, but it’s me who hasn’t been able to get any sleep. I’m amped, wired, and ready to fight still. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her. I’m too afraid something bad is going to happen to her again. She’s safe in the clubhouse, I know that, but it will never erase her standing there holding a gun, her dress torn, and her eyes darting back and forth between the men, lost and afraid.
It’s a nightmare that will always stay with me.
“You’re staring at me,” she mumbles sleepily. “Your stare is so loud.”
“I don’t know what you mean. I think my stare is just at the right volume. A solid level five, perhaps six,” I joke around with her, and she grins.
She smiles. For me.
After all the shit that happened yesterday, I can somehow make her happy. It’s a lot of power for a man to have to be able to make a woman happy after a horrific event. Once a man has that kind of magic for the woman he cares about, it’s hard not to feel like you’re on top of the damn moon.
“How are you doing?” I tuck a piece of her long, chocolate silk hair behind her ear, and her eyes flutter. The apples of her cheeks bunch from her mouth stretching upward.
“I’m good. I promise.”
I brush my thumb over the dark bruise forming over her cheek. Her lip is split open. Her gorgeous, plump, and pink bottom lip that I want to suck into my mouth.
Her stomach growls loudly and the grumbling sound bubbles and becomes high-pitched. I can’t help but laugh and poke her. “Someone is hungry.”
She buries her face into the pillow and groans. “So embarrassing. I’m starved.”
“Want to go get some tacos? It’s been days since I’ve had one, and I’m not going to lie, ever since I could start eating them again, this is the longest I’ve ever been without one.”
“Tacos sound delicious. Oh, can I see your taco truck today?”
“If I was a worse man, I’d think you were talking dirty to me.” I wiggle my brows and begin tickling her stomach.
She screeches, and her pleas for me to stop bounce off the wall. “You’re going to make me pee!”
“Promises, promises,” I tsk.
“Ew, Noah.” She rolls away, grinning from ear to ear.
God, is it possible to be completely in love with someone already? I love the sound of her laughter—no—I’m in love with the sound of her laughter. I’m enthralled by the willpower she has, and I’m enamored by her strength.
I’m infatuated with the fight she has inside her.
I’m simply…obsessed.
I always fall hard. I always throw my heart out there without caution, without warning to whoever is on the receiving end of it, and it’s never done me any good. I’ve never been the kind of man to hold my heart close. Why bother? There’s a chance to miss out on great things if someone does that. I lay all my cards on the table.
It’s the only way to be.
“What? You’re looking at me weird,” she says, climbing back onto the bed.
Her breasts bounce under my shirt, and her nipples tent the material. I can’t keep my eyes off them. My hand slides around the dip of her waist, loving the cushion she has around her hips. Perfect for me to hold onto when the time comes.
“You’re beautiful,” I answer after almost waiting too long to reply.
Her fingers trace over my lips, and the rough scratch of the five o’clock shadow sounds like sandpaper against her flesh. “So are you,” she says, and I know by the tone of her voice it’s sincere.
My damn cheeks blush anyway, and I look at our hands as they fold together. Most men wouldn’t like to be called beautiful, but I’ve never been called that, and it feels good.
Feels nice.
I get why women like it so much.
And yeah, I know I’m not beautiful. Maybe ruggedly handsome, but coming from her, the compliment means the world.
“Think I can finally take you out on that date?”
“Can it wait till the bruises fade? I’d hate to go out and have people stare and think you touched me.”
“How people think doesn’t bother me, but if you want to wait, I can respect that. I can probably set up something around here to get my way.”
She straddles my waist, and the hem of my shirt rides up her thighs. I can see a peek of her pussy, not too much, but enough to wake up my cock. Her arms are on either side of my shoulders, and she pecks my lips. “I think I like the sound of that.” She steals another quick kiss, then another.
I pepper kisses all over her face and down her neck, and I’m about to suck a spot on the left side when I remember we can’t move too fast. I don’t want to overwhelm her or make her feel like she has to do something. I’m not that kind of man.
She giggles, tilting her head back as I motorboat her breasts.
“A man could get lost between those.”
“You’re ridiculous, and I love it,” she sighs, running her fingers through my knotted shoulder-length hair.
“I’m just the man that wants to deserve you, Good Girl.”
Natalia glimpses down, and her lashes fan across her round-shaped eyes. They cast a shadow onto her cheeks. “You must be insane for wanting me. It’s only a matter of time before Papa comes and he isn’t going to be happy to know I’m here. He could kill you.”
“He could try, but the way I see it, you’re your own woman. If he wants to hurt me for falling in love with his daughter, it seems like the person he might be hurting most is you.”
“Are you falling in love with me, Noah?” Her brown eyes dart between mine as they search for the truth.
“Only a dumb man wouldn’t fall in love with you the second he saw you, Natalia.”
I don’t expect her to say it back. I know I’m moving fast. I don’t like the things I want to slip through my fingers by not being truthful.
She inhales a sharp breath and presses her lips against mine. Her tongue seeks entrance, and I groan, allowing her inside to explore my mouth. I grip her hips and pull away. “Natalia, no. We don’t have to do this right now.”
“I want to,” she moans, grinding herself onto my erection.
Damn it. Damn it! I have to rip my mouth from her again and hold her face with my hands. “Natalia, listen to me. You don’t owe me anything. I want to go slow with you. I hate myself a little for turning you down right now, but it isn’t because I don’t want to. I want to wait for a little bit, not too long, but maybe long enough for me to take you out properly?”
“That’s sweet, but I want you now.” She latches onto my neck, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when she finds that spot right under my ear. I moan, nearly succumbing to her spell.
Almost.
And then I get a little frustrated because she isn’t listening to me.
I grip her by the back of the head, tangling her hair in my fist, and pull back. “What did I say? You aren’t listening to me,” I hiss against her lips, not kissing her but showing her I can deny her.
“I don’t want to listen,” she whines, grinding her bare pussy against the thin material of my gym shorts.
“That’s too bad. Good girls listen, don’t they? Don’t you want to be good?”
She shakes her head but then nods, then shaking it again.
“Get on your stomach.”
She crawls off my lap and lies down without question or argument.
I fold the hem of the shirt around her waist to show her gorgeous round ass. I have to bite the inner part of my cheek to keep from snarling like a beast and biting it. There are fingerprint bruises from her fight last night—a fight she won.
She wears her battle wounds proudly.
I rub my hand over two globes, closing my eyes to appreciate how firm yet soft they are at the same time. “You let me know if it’s too much.”
She nods.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I press the heel of my hand against my cock when the tingle of an orgasm threatens just from hearing the two words. We can play, doesn’t mean we have to have sex. I kneel on the floor, gripping her by the ankles, and pull her body back. My nose is buried in her crease, and my mouth is nestled at the entrance.
“Don’t make a noise. Every noise will earn you a spanking. Understood?”
She nods, clenching the black comforter in her hands.
I bring my hand down on her right cheek, and it jiggles from the slap. “I said to use your words.”
“Yes! Yes, Sir,” she fumbles on a groan.
Her flesh is already turning pink. So responsive and sensitive. I fucking love it.
“You’re not allowed to come unless I say you can.”
“But—”
My hand makes contact with her other cheek. “Don’t argue with me, Natalia. You’re not very good right now.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispers, rubbing her cheek against the bed.
Now that her ass has two matching handprints, I spread her ass to get a better view of her soft pink slit. She’s wet, glistening for me already, and my tastebuds can’t wait another minute to satisfy my sweet tooth.
I tighten my tongue and spear her entrance, diving in without hesitation. She’s so soft, so pliant, so velvety against me. It only makes me wish I were less of a good man and would take her right here, right now.
She whimpers, grinding her ass against my face, and as gorgeous that is, we had rules.
Rules that she’s breaking.
I bring my palm against the right cheek, and she moans to the high heavens, so I spank her again, pulling my face away from her delicate delight.
“What did I say?” I sneer, a loud slap of my palm and her reddened ass colliding fill the room again.
“You feel too good. I can’t.”
“Someone needs to learn some self-discipline.” I crawl over her back and slide my finger down the crease of her ass. “I’m going to fuck you there one day.” I drag my lips over the back of her neck. “I’m going to stretch you out and ruin you for anyone else, so your only choice left in this world is me.”
I slip my finger into her tight heat, and a shaky breath escapes us both. One from her for being filled. Another from me for imagining how her cunt will feel wrapped around my cock.
“You’re going to be stuck with me because no other man is going to be able to fill you the way I’m going to.”
Her mouth drops open again, and I can tell another sound is building.
“Shhh,” I remind her, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Good girls stay quiet when they’re asked.”
Her bottom lip is swollen and red from her teeth digging into it. She’s relaxing, the disobedience leaving her. Her eyes are glossed over, and the high of listening to me finally takes over. Instead of a quick glimpse, I’m getting a front-row seat of how much she loves giving up her control.
Not that I’m a master at it at all, but I enjoy trying. I enjoy being a bit bossy and wanting her compliance. Maybe we can dive into this more together, depending on how far she wants to get into this world.
I slip another finger inside her and wave them at the same time. She wants to scream, but instead, she bites the bed instead.
“Good Girl,” I praise her and her curly lashes touch her brows when she stares up at me with glee. “So wet, so tight.” So tight that I have to wonder if anyone has been inside her before. I adjust my arm and press my fingers deeper to see if I can find what I’m so curious about.
Wouldn’t she tell me if she was a virgin?
Another wave of slick heat runs down my fingers and into my palm. I pick up the pace. The slapping of my knuckles against her sheath is music to my goddamn ears.
Her body tenses and a painful whimper escapes her when I feel the barrier—her virginity. I freeze. “You’re a virgin,” I say in realization.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies with a shaky breath.
“You didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?” I retreat my fingers enough where I’m not pressing against the thin wall separating me from diving into her depths.
“I didn’t want you to look at me differently. I was afraid you’d turn me away.”
“Nothing would make me turn away from you. You have no idea what this does to me, Natalia. You’re such a Good Girl waiting for me. I wish I could say the same, but I can’t.” I bend down and turn her head with my free hand, hoping she can listen to me through the sexual haze she’s found herself in. “But I do want you to be my last.” I slide my fingers from her wet cunt and bring them to my mouth, sucking them between my lips to taste her icing. I hum in appreciation. “You taste so good.”
She whimpers, grinding her hips against the bed. “I was close,” she complains, which has me slapping her ass a bit harder.
I know it has to sting with how welted my handprints are.
“Your punishment for defying me and not telling me you’re a virgin is keeping you on the edge all day. I want your clit to fucking hurt and your entrance to fucking ache and pussy to be filled by my cock. Next time,” I grip her chin and stare directly into her eyes, “You will always be honest with me. What if I hurt you because I didn’t know? Unacceptable.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good Girl. Now,” I run my fingers through her petals again and bring them to her lips, “taste yourself.”
I watch as her tongue swirls around my digits, and she sucks me into her mouth. It’s a straight lightning strike to my cock, watching her lips around my fingers. “That’s enough,” I say gently, and she slows, bringing the show to an end by kissing the tip of my fingers. “Go get the shower ready, Good Girl.”
She runs her hand down my chest and rubs my straining cock. There’s a wet spot from precome against the light blue shorts. “Let me take care of you,” she says.
“No.” I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, leaning up slowly while she has no choice but to straighten and stand. “When I come—” I cup her pussy and simultaneously squeeze her throat while gripping her cunt, her trimmed hair tickling my palm “—I’m going to come inside you, fill you up, and fucking ruin you. Just like I said I would.” I release my hold on her and point to the bathroom. “Go turn on the shower, Good Girl. I expect you to be naked and waiting for me to wash your hair and body. Two minutes.” I lift my wet fingers that were just inside her into the air.
She bolts to the left and runs into the restroom eager to please me.
“Soon,” I tell myself, squeezing my very pissed-off cock. I haven’t come since I talked to her in the hospital and asked her if she wanted kids.
I check the clock and stand when two minutes pass. I tug my shorts down my legs, and my cock bobs as it slaps against my stomach.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, I take three steps and push against the cracked door where steam is billowing from the crack. When it’s open, a cloud of heat slams against me. I step inside, and the mirror is fogged, and the handle to the shower stall is wet with condensation as I open it.
When the smoke clears, swaying and dancing to look for an escape out of the room, I see Natalia. She’s on her knees, hands on her thighs. Her espresso-colored hair is soaked, sleek with a shine since water is slicking against her shoulders and lower back while her head is bowed.
I didn’t tell her to do that. I didn’t expect her to do that. Where did she learn to kneel? I never expected her to get on her knees for me like this. I can’t say I don’t like it.
I fucking love it.
“Good girl,” I praise her, and her shoulders relax at my appreciation. I grab the shampoo bottle from the shelf and squirt a bit in my hand and begin to wash her hair. I take my time, and she tilts her head back, enjoying the pampering. She deserves it.
“Mmm feels good,” she says as I dig my fingers into her scalp.
“I’m glad.” I help her to her feet so I can wash the soap out of her hair. Then I take the loofah, squirt product on it, and wash her arms with the pine-scented soap.
She doesn’t question me about taking care of her or ask why. She just lets me do it. It’s something I need. I need to know I’m taking care of what’s mine. She’s perfect and doesn’t need to be fixed. She isn’t broken. I have to make sure she stays that way.
“What are your dreams, Good Girl?” I ask her as I slide the loofah down her legs, gritting my jaw when I see the scratches all over her thighs.
If Brock weren’t dead, I’d chop him into bits.
While he was alive.
“I don’t know. I went to school because that’s what was expected of me. I haven’t found what I’m good at. I—never mind.”
“Honesty, Natalia.” I give her the same deep tone as I did in the bedroom.
“I want a family.”
“You have one, don’t you? Your dad and two uncles?”
“I mean a family of my own. I want the happily ever after with kids, and I want to stay home and be a wife. I know how it sounds. A woman in today’s world should be out trying to grab the universe by the horns, but I don’t feel that and maybe one day I will, but right now, I don’t. I just want to be in love, happy, and build a future with someone.”
She’s saying all the right things that I can’t even focus on bathing her. I stretch my neck left and right as I place her left foot down and pick up the right one next. I scrub between her toes, then work my way up her shin to the back of her calve.
“You sure? You’re so young. You have your entire life ahead of you.”
“I’m sure. I have my entire life to do whatever I want, and right now, that’s what I want. I know it isn’t great—”
I stand up so fast, tossing the loofah to the bottom of the shower, and silence her with a kiss. “I think what you want is perfect since it’s exactly what I want.”
“Yeah?”
I nod and back her up against the shower wall. “You have no idea how badly I want to slide into you and get these dreams started.”
“Do it,” she begs, running her fingers along my chest hair.
“I will, but I want that date first.”
She rolls her eyes. “At this point, we’re never going to get our future started.”
Says her, and that eye roll earns her another punishment in the future.
She has no idea what I’m capable of. I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, and I’m going to make every fucking dream of hers come true.
