Calamity Rayne Knocked Up (Calamity Rayne #4)

6. I Prefer Him Primal

I Prefer Him Primal

I sent Percy home before I changed into my new duds. I didn’t typically wear lingerie, so I expected to blow Hale’s mind.

As I inspected my reflection, I chewed my lower lip. It was hot, but it was also unlike anything I’d ever worn for him before. I nervously pulled at the short, plaid skirt and adjusted the tie of the shirt that barely covered my boobs.

Maybe fantasy play was too weird for us.

No. I looked cute and playful. The whole point was to escape reality, and this was definitely far away from normal for us.

I twisted my hair into two messy buns instead of my usual single one. Then I put on my blue light glasses and some fruit flavored gloss. Perfect.

If only I’d been this hot in high school.

The door opened and I rushed to the steps, making sure it was Hale.

“Rayne?”

“I’m up here,” I called, rushing back into the master bedroom and dropping to my knees on the carpet. “Ouch.” I stretched to the bed and stole a pillow, stuffing it under my knees as I faced the door.

My heart raced as his footsteps climbed the stairs. Too late to back out now. “Did you ea—” His words cut off. “What…” He laughed nervously. “What’s this?”

I held out a sheet of paper I’d ripped off the notepad in the drawer. “I didn’t do my assignment, sir.”

He tossed his carry-on by the door and rubbed his jaw. “You bad girl.”

His words sent a wave of excitement through me. I nodded repentantly. “Yes, I’ve been very, very bad.”

“Jesus, Rayne.” He chuckled and crossed the room, never taking his eyes off me. “Where did you get that outfit?”

“What do you mean? This is my usual school uniform.”

He closed the distance. Towering over me in his tailored suit, he dragged a finger between my boobs where the blouse gaped open. “And you say you didn’t do your homework?”

I shook my head, looking up at him with big eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He caught my chin in a gentle grip, dragging his thumb over my lips and smearing the sticky gloss to my cheek. “How sorry?”

“Very. I was hoping there might be some extra credit I could do for you.”

“Hmm.” He circled me slowly. “First, you’ll need to be disciplined.”

My head cocked. “Disciplined?” That was a little off-script, but I decided to go with it.

“You want to make this right, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

The metal of his belt clinked as he loosened his clothes. “Then get your ass over here.” He lowered onto the bench at the foot of the bed and patted his lap.

I moved to stand?—

“Eh, eh, eh.” He held out a finger. “Did I say you could stand?”

Hiding a smirk, I shifted to my hands and knees and crawled to him. “How do you want me, sir. ”

He stretched out his legs and patted his lap. “Face down, ass up.”

I swallowed tightly, a little nervous and completely surprised by how quickly he jumped into his role. Was he really going to punish me? “Hale?—”

“It’s Mr. Davenport.”

My heart rate spiked as I looked down at his lap, noting the bulge of his erection. “Yes, Mr. Davenport.” I climbed over his lap and lowered my torso to his legs so my hands were planted on the floor, and my ass pointed in the air.

“That’s better.” His hand trailed slowly up my thigh, lifting the skirt and exposing the silk thong wedged between my ass cheeks. The press of his arousal prodding at my rib served as a constant reminder that he was turned on.

“What was the assignment, Rayne?”

“Um…” It was hard to think with the blood rushing to my head and his fingers tickling my ass.

He scraped his fingernails over the soft skin of my ass, and my spine lengthened. I was extremely ticklish on my butt, and he knew it. “I’m waiting.”

I blurted the first thing that came to mind. “The principles of operational management!”

Shit. I inwardly winced. Those damn principles were impossible for me to memorize, even after Hale spent hours trying to help me study them last semester. I was pretty sure my professor was a sadist who hated me for my new last name. I barely ended up passing that class.

Hale’s chuckle was low. He had me right where he wanted. “And what are those principles, Rayne?”

I could have picked anything. I could have said the Pledge of Allegiance or state capitols. Anything that would have been easy, but no. I chose the one thing my brain was determined to forget.

“Um— Ah! ” The sound of his palm slapping my ass echoed through the cavernous suite and I blinked in shock.

He spanked me. He literally spanked me. It took a second to process.

“ Um is not a principle.”

Holy shit he was actually planning on disciplining me. Role-playing just got very real as my ass started to burn from the imprint of his palm.

“I’m waiting. ”

“S—strategic m—management,” I stammered, racking my brain for the principle concepts.

“And what is strategic management, Rayne.”

Hale could be a tenured teacher at any university for all he knew about business. I, on the other hand, was a low B student on my best day and a C student on most days.

“Or—organizational strategies!” I rushed out.

“More detail please.” His nails scraped over my tender ass.

Shit. I was so fucked. “Organizational strategies and formulation within competitive environments.”

“You’re missing something.”

I panicked and blurted, “While understanding industrial dynamics and the effects of globalization.” Holy shit! I couldn’t believe I remembered that.

“Very good.” He rewarded me by gently massaging my ass cheek and soothing away the burn. “What’s the next principle.”

Well, fuck.

It had something to do with style and technique, but I couldn’t remember the name. “ Ah! ”

“That’s for making me wait. You clearly haven’t studied.”

Clearly . “I’m sorry, sir, I must have been too busy fucking my husband.”

He stilled. “Is this a joke to you?”

I smothered a laugh. “No, sir. I’m taking this very seriously, as is my ass.”

He swatted me again, this time a little harder, and my body rocked forward. “Watch your language.”

“Sorry, sir.” My fingers splayed over the marble floor as the blood rushed to my head, making it difficult to think.

His touch gentled as he traced the seam of my ass, pressing his fingers against the wet silk of my panties. I moaned, surprised by how turned on this was making me.

“Repeat after me, leadership and organizational behavior require a high emotional intelligence and an appreciation for team dynamics.”

I seriously should have had him take that final for me. “Leadership behavior requires a high emotional intelligence and team dynamics— Ah!”

“You missed some words.”

“My ass is on fire— Ah! Damn it, Hale!”

“I warned you not to cut corners. And once again, it’s Mr. Davenport. Now, do I need to teach you what happens to naughty girls with filthy mouths?”

That sounded fun. More fun than spanking. “Maybe.”

His nails scraped down my heated flesh, and my ass cheeks reflexively clenched. “I think you’re too eager.” He wrenched my panties aside and dragged his fingertips through my wet folds. “Look at what a dirty girl you are.” His fingers sank inside of me. “I think you like being disciplined.”

Well, I certainly didn’t like The Principles of Operational Management. Obviously some part of me enjoyed what he was doing, but I wasn’t really sure why. “I like what you’re doing now, Mr. Davenport.”

He stilled. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“And now?” He pressed deeper, and I moaned.

“Yes, sir.”

My head shot up when he spread my cheeks wide and pressed his thumb against my little rosebud, his fingers still buried inside of me. “And now?”

My breath quickened. My arms were getting tired from holding my weight and things were intensifying quickly.

“Tell me whose ass this is, Rayne.”

“It’s yours—sir.”

“Good girl. Back down you go.” He pressed a hand between my shoulders directing me back into position.

I forced my body to relax and let my head hang low, only I lurched forward when he applied pressure and breached my tight hole.

“So tight. So obedient.” He stroked my back affectionately. “Look how good you behave for me.” His grip tightened on my ass cheek as he slowly stroked his fingers in and out. “Such a beautiful view from my angle.”

My eyes flashed open at the recognizable shutter sound of his phone taking a picture. “Hale!”

“Quiet please.” He pumped his fingers faster. The press of his erection became more pronounced, and my legs trembled as I tried to stifle my moans. “I bet you want to say something indecent, don’t you Rayne?”

My body rocked with the pressure of his thrusting hand. The wet sound of his finger sliding in and out of my body played like a filthy symphony and I whimpered, trying to keep quiet. Typically, Hale loved it when I made noise. In a way, he’d conditioned me to be loud during sex because it added to his pleasure, but now he was turning things around and I was going to burst if I didn’t scream soon.

“Your pussy’s so wet, and your ass is so tight. I can’t wait to stuff my cock inside of you. Which hole will it be, Rayne? Here or your ass? Or maybe that dirty mouth of yours?”

I couldn’t keep quiet. “Fuck!”

A slap landed on my ass and I lunged forward, the searing sting only adding to my pleasure.

“Hale!” I winced. “I mean Mr. Davenport!”

“Mr. Davenport, what?”

His fingers pounded harder. I was going to come, but there was no way I could stay silent through the orgasm he was building. “I’m sorry, Mr. Davenport!”

“Sorry for what?”

“Not doing the assignment.”

He twisted his fingers, adding pressure exactly where I needed it most. “The assignment’s changed. Now I want you to beg for my cock.”

“Please give me your cock, sir. ”

“Louder.”

“Please, sir, fuck me with your big cock!”

He withdrew his fingers just as I started to come and spanked my ass hard, his other palm rubbing wildly over my clit as my screams of pleasure echoed off the opulent furnishings. My release gushed over his fingers and down my thighs, but he left me little time to relish in the aftermath.

“On your knees. It’s time for your second lesson.”

He had a pillow waiting the moment I lowered to my knees. The knot of my shirt had loosened, and when I tried to tighten it, he swatted my hands away.

“Leave it.” He paused. “On second thought.” Reaching between my breasts, he yanked the knotted fabric and ripped it open, exposing my bare breasts. “That’s better.”

My nipples pebbled tight as he rose to his full height.

“Take out my cock like a good girl.”

My hands shook as I loosened his belt. When I leaned back to rest my weight on my heels, I bolted forward. The burn on my ass cheeks singed with surprising heat.

Noting my realization, he chuckled. “Open your mouth.”

My lips parted but he didn’t slide his engorged length down my throat. Instead, he caressed my cheek with a gentle touch and whispered, “Do you still want my cock?”

That delicious pivot between gentle and aggressive undid me every time. I nodded, desperate to please him.

“I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“I want you to swallow all of it, Rayne, just like I taught you that first time we did this. Do you remember?”

My body quivered at the memory of that first time. How could I forget? But when I didn’t immediately answer he frowned.

“Rayne?”

“It just seems like a waste of perfectly good?—"

His fist locked around my buns, forcing my attention to his face. “That’s not the assignment. I want you to swallow every last drop, Rayne. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Do it right, and I’ll make sure your tight little pussy’s dripping with cum by morning. Fair enough?”

More than satisfied with his plan, I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Open.”

The moment my lips parted he slid to the back of my throat. I relaxed my jaw and gave him control. As promised, he wasn’t gentle, but I’d have it no other way. I loved when Hale lost himself like this. Loved the fact that I could do this to him.

When my eyes watered, he dashed away my tears and told me I was a good girl. Sometimes, he held himself as deep as he could fit, cupping the back of my head and watching me closely as I stared up at him.

“God damn, you’re good to me.” If I choked, he groaned and pulled back, only to wrap his hand around my throat and do it again. “Feel how deep I am. I love when you take all of me.”

Hale was a big man, but I’d become accustomed to his length and thickness. By the time he finished, I expected my mouth to be slightly swollen and my throat a little sore. But I didn’t mind.

As my lips stretched around his hard shaft, I moaned. He didn’t just fuck my throat, he praised me and told me how much he loved the way I spoiled him. His words were a drug and I gobbled them up as much as I greedily swallowed down his cock .

“Fuck.” He thrust harder, holding my hair in both hands as his hips bucked wildly. “That’s it, baby.” His dick pulsed at the back of my throat. “Open your mouth. Show me that tongue.”

I knelt before him, mouth open wide, tits and tongue on full display. He jerked his stiff cock, as hot jets of cum spurted across my lips and chin. His shoulders twitched as a shiver noticeably raced up his spine and he caught his balance on the bed post.

“Jesus, Rayne.” He caught his breath, glancing at me with a satisfied grin. “Stay just like that.” He reached for his phone on the bed and my eyes widened as he snapped several pictures of me, bare chested with my tongue out, and his cum dripping down my face.

He tossed the phone aside and dragged his finger along my lips, feeding them into my mouth. “Now, swallow it.”

I sucked his fingers clean.

“Such a good girl. I think you earned those extra credit points you needed.”

“You have to delete that picture, Hale.”

“Not a chance.”

“Hale. ”

“It’s still Mr. Davenport.” He held out a hand and helped me off the floor.

“Mr. Davenport, I think your wife will murder you if you don’t delete those pictures.”

He walked me to the bed and turned me to face the mattress. Mr. Davenport seemed to be on a bit of a power trip. Totally my fault. “We can discuss it later.” He nudged my feet apart and pressed me forward, lowering my upper body to the satin coverlet. “Hands behind your back.”

Rolling my eyes, I did as he said. I’d delete the pictures after he fell asleep.

“Is your ass sore?” His fingers scraped over what I was sure was a red hand print.

“Yes.” I yelped when he slapped my butt again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

The shutter sound of his phone sounded, and I looked back in outrage.

“Hale!”

He pinned me down with one firm hand at my back. “Look how sexy you are. Tell me you wouldn’t want a picture.”

Well, he had a point. The photo he took was fucking hot.

He swiped his thumb. “This one’s my favorite—so wet and swollen and pink.”

Damn, my ass looked fine from that angle .

He tossed the phone onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’ll still feel me inside of you tomorrow. That’s what bad girls get when they don’t do their homework.”

Were we still doing that? “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You will be.” He stripped off his clothes and his thighs brushed mine. Yanking my hips back so my body folded over the edge of the four-poster bed, he positioned himself at my entrance and then nudged inside.

My breath hitched as he stretched me. Hale was always a tight fit, but my body adjusted once he was seated to the hilt.

“Feel how wet you are for me. You love sucking my cock, don’t you, baby?”

I moaned, my mind entering a soft subspace of pleasure where it became difficult to think or talk. “Yes, baby.”

He thrust forward, and the bed creaked. Sometimes he’d move fast and other times he’d slide out slowly, stroking along my channel to drag out the pleasure. When he pressed all the way in, he’d sometimes hold himself there, his hand planted on my back to make it perfectly clear who was in control. But he never hurt me or pushed my body too far. No matter how wild he got, he always made sure I was comfortable and okay with what he was doing.

He leaned down and bit my shoulder then he whispered, “Do you remember my promise? I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy until cum’s dripping down your thighs. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir.” That was all the permission he needed.

Hale went wild, plowing into me like a primal animal. He used my body like it belonged to him, which, in a way, it did. I was his greatest treasure and he handled me with such care, knowing exactly where my limits were and how far he could push me along that hazy edge of pleasure and pain.

He fucked me so many times I lost count. And when he was finally finished, he’d kept his word. My body trembled under a mixture of his release and mine as cum dripped from my weak thighs.

I was spent. Every muscle in my body had been worked until I could hardly move.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby.”

I barely roused when he lifted me to his bare chest and carried me from the bedroom. The soft scent of lavender filled the steamy air as we entered the bathroom. I must have dozed long enough for him to fill the bathtub.

“I’ve got you.” Holding me close, he lowered us into the warm water, and I sighed at the soothing heat. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

With my head resting on his shoulder, I drifted in and out of sleep as he gently washed my body. Once I was clean, he wrapped me in a thick robe and carried me back to bed.

His lips pressed to my forehead. “You get an A-plus, baby. Now, get some sleep.”

I moaned and smiled, too exhausted to form words or open my eyes.

Hale chuckled and kissed my forehead one last time. “I love you, Rayne. So much.”

God, I loved him too. More than words could say.