Feathers and Thorne Series Books 1 - 3: The Complete Collection

Chapter Twelve

Carter

Isabella is abnormally standoffish tonight. She doesn’t want to look at me or talk to me, and I chalk it up to the fact that I promised punishment while we’re shopping. I know she hates that belt, but watching her squirm with the idea only turns me on more. She gets so wet when she’s hit with the belt, the feeling of her pussy tightening around my cock whenever I bring it into her sight adding to my pleasure.

I miss that feeling already, but as we peruse the furniture shop, she does everything in her power to avoid me like the plague. She turns into one room full of couches, the entire upper level nothing but living room furniture that she looks over without interest.

I’ve managed to keep this place open an extra hour or two so we can look through this stuff alone, but her diminished interest in anything has put a damper on our evening. She didn’t look at me in the car, and she hurries away from my side whenever she gets the chance.

I hold my hand out, catching the youthful man who holds out his clipboard, checking off every item that I want to be delivered. I’ve made a few offhand choices already, but Isabella hasn’t picked a single thing out. He stops with me, watching her walk around in a tight little skirt and a loose blouse without a bra. I know for a fact that she’s not wearing panties under that skirt, either.

I made sure she was well aware of what to put on when we left the house. Given her desire to be nowhere around me right now, I’d like to assume that she’s just uninterested in sex with me or receiving her punishment for earlier. I can’t pin down why that is.

She sucked my cock without needing to be prompted earlier. Now she’s acting like the mere thought of being near me is sickening.

“Give us this space,” I say, nudging the young man away.

His eyes crane up at me in bewilderment. “Sir?”

“I want to discuss a few things with my companion,” I breathe. “I need you to go.”

Eventually, he gets the point and walks away.

The entire room of couches is left for us now, and I intend to fuck her on every single one of them until she’ll look me in the eyes and tell me what’s wrong.

“Dove,” I call, watching her stagger to a standstill.

Coming up beside her, I drag my hand across the sore, red spot on her ass where my belt licked her backside this morning. She sinks into the massaging touch, but her eyes are still elsewhere while I walk around to face her fully.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

She shakes her head vehemently. “Nothing, Carter. Just looking at the—”

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been avoiding me since this morning, and I want to know why.”

“No reason,” she assures me, though it’s hardly convincing. “I’m tired, Carter. I just don’t want to be here right now, that’s all.”

I nod slowly, my hand gnawing at her bare ass cheek under her flimsy skirt. “Fine. Pick a couch right now, and we can go.”

Her eyes light up. “Really? Just like that?”

“Yeah, just like that. Pick one.”

She looks around quickly, pointing to a black leather couch across the floor. I snatch her body into my arms, throwing her waist over my shoulder and carrying her to that couch. She elbows my spine, trying to steady herself, but it’s too late. As I walk, I draw her skirt over her ass, exposing her tight pussy to the cold air.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” I bite, shutting her up with two fingers that slide into her damp core.

“Ahh!”

“That’s not being quiet, dove.”

I drop her onto the couch, watching her turn over suddenly. It’s the perfect position, too, making it easy for me to place her ass in the air. I steady her hips in that position, moving one of my knees over the backs of her legs so she can stay propped up for my vanity.

“Carter, what are you—”

I bring my hand over the helm of her pussy, slapping that spot just hard enough to watch her writhe with pleasure and pain. She groans out loud, fighting to get up, but it only drives me further to subdue her. Keeping her ass in the air, I wet my index finger and slide it into her sweet sex, maneuvering it in and out carefully.

She’s still so tight, shivering with delight while I add another finger to the mix.

Her legs naturally want to spread, but I refuse to let them do so. I add another finger, bringing the tension between her thighs to an all-time high. She gasps and writhes beneath me. Eventually, I stop moving my fingers inside her sweet pussy. She tries pushing back and fucking my hand with ultimate need.

“Good girl,” I pant, giving her all the pressure she needs to come beautifully for me.

“Carter,” she pants, her ass rocking back over my knuckles. “P-please!”

I can’t help but snicker under my breath. “Please, what?”

“Give me… everything.”

For a woman who wanted nothing to do with me a few minutes ago, she’s certainly making a full turnaround now. I can’t help but fuck her like she wants, my cock practically begging for the same. But I hesitate, pulling my fingers back to watch her juices drip down the insides of her glistening thighs.

“Alright, dove,” I whisper. “But first, I need you to answer me something.”

“What?”

“Why are you upset with me?”

She doesn’t reply, which only feeds into the idea that she is indeed upset with me. I use the only tool left at my disposal, reddening her ass with another strike of my palm. Her body cringes and tightens, her knees shifting while she fights to not come or cry—perhaps both at the same time.

“Nothing is wrong,” she assures me. “I’m just… I don’t know what…”

“Tell me,” I bite.

Her head drops. “Carter, I know about Lilian.”

“What about her?”

“You’re going to leave me for her.”

I pause, unsure how to even address that remark. Isabella’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and she still thinks I want nothing to do with her. She’s tremendously better than Lilian ever was, but I don’t want Bella to know that I’ve fucked that journalist a few times.

It was the past, for crying out loud. Why does that matter now?

“Why would you ever think that, dove?”

She hangs her head lower, resting her forehead on the couch with her bare ass and pussy still in the air near me. “Because I read what you and Tristin were texting about. You want to end it with me, and he asked you to make it quick.”

Rage boils inside of me, but also shame.

Even in text, how could she believe something so false unless she got the feeling elsewhere that led to her picking up my phone in the first place? If she thinks I want to leave her or that I’m cheating, then she won’t listen to reason first. She will find claims to back up her suspicions, and it’s obvious that she’s done that here.

My stomach aches with her admission and the fact that I can’t just spank this out of her.

“Come here, dammit.”

I lift her off the couch and sit down, forcing her to straddle my lap. I spread my knees out, making her legs push outward more. She’s bent forward against my chest, sniffling lightly into my shirt. I run my hands over her hair in a soothing manner.

Whispering into her ear, she shivers as I speak. “I wasn’t ending things with you,” I say. “I would never do that, dove. You’re mind, forever, and I won’t sit here and let you think that any longer. If I didn’t want you, would I be here?”

She shrugs lightly. “I don’t know.”

I rip my zipper down, the tip of my cock springing upright and brushing her soaked folds. “If I didn’t want you, and I wanted to fuck that whore instead, would I be like this, dove?”

Finally, she shakes her head in refusal.

I press her hips down, watching her face while I fill her to the hilt with pressure. She tips her head back, nearly looking to the ceiling, but I latch my palm onto her throat and pull her focus back.

“No, you watch me, and watch me only.”

She swallows hard and nods, slowly bouncing on the base of my erection. I admire her ability to take charge at times and her ability to follow my orders during sex. Her eyes don’t leave mine, just like I said, and she chews on her bottom lip while flicking her hips up and down slowly.

“You love me, right?”

She nods with such assurance. “I love you, Carter. So much.”

“You know I love you, right?”

“I do, but I’m just scared of losing you forever.”

I can feel her gasp against the palm of my hand that is still wrapped around her throat. I bring her forward, my tongue tasting the depths of her mouth, only feeling her pussy get slicker with desire. I inch forward, letting her have more room to ride my dick while she takes my tongue without hesitation.

“You’re mine, Isabella Julis. All mine. If I wanted someone else, I would have her, but you’re the only woman in my eyes and the only one on my lap.”

Her eyes narrow as she gets ready to come all over my cock. “You only want me, Carter? Forever?”

“Forever,” I affirm. “Now, are you going to take punishment once and for all, or am I going to have to take my belt off again?”

“No belt, sir. Punish me.”

“That’s my precious dove.”

I hold down her hips, burying myself into the depths of her core. She gasps aloud and leans into my chest, fighting back a scream of delight. I get so furious, feeling her hold back, that the idea of her punishment comes to mind just in time.

I thrust upward into her with such power that she has no other choice but to scream. She takes every inch of pressure, and I fill her with everything I have and then some. I’m balls-deep by the time she finally lets go and submits to me fully.

“Scream for me, dove.”

Her head tilts back, her nipples pressed to the edge of her blouse, while she bellows a yelp of orgasmic pleasure. She’s panting and sweaty, filled with so much cum that I can feel it pushing against the tip of my dick. It’s enough to send me into my own frenzy.

I give her one last thrust, filling her tight little core with every drop of sexual delight possible.

She’s still relatively loud while still calming down from the explosive orgasm, and I catch a glimpse of the salesman coming back into the room with a curious look on her face. I growl, biting into her shoulder just to hear her pants fill the showroom. He doesn’t spend much time watching, ducking out of the room seconds later.

I grab her ass methodically, chewing and kissing her throat while she settles into a whimpering, panting state.

“If you ever suspect that I’m going to leave you, ask me first,” I snarl against her neck. “Don’t you ever go snooping for clues again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

“Good. Now, let’s buy this fucking couch and get home. We have some business to handle.”

Sitting up straighter, her eyes widen. “Business?”

“I need to meet with the family over the Donahue pact we have in place. And you have a building to help design downtown. I want those renderings soon so we can get my office ready.”

She gleams again at the mention of getting back to work. “Okay, Carter. Thank you.”

I stop her from climbing off me first, rolling her nipples through my fingers just to further the tease of punishment.

“Make sure you include a storage cabinet of toys in my office. The minute it’s time to put that desk in there, I’m going to bend you over the side of it and fill you with my cum once more. Capiche?”

“Yes, sir.”