Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

D’Angelo’s Beach House, Freedom

D ’Angelo

Inside Robyn’s Guide is an entire chapter on me, including photographs clipped from newspapers and printed out from social media.

In some, I’m pole dancing or being fucked wearing nothing but a leather harness.

Robyn told me about her favorite photograph on our first date.

In it, I’m dressed in a horse riding outfit. Robyn said that it made me look like a cross between Darcy and Christian Grey.

Horrifying.

Still, I remember the outfit. I wore it to a Bridgerton styled fetish ball, which I attended in Freedom.

When I read the fantasy that Robyn wrote into the Guide with me dressed up like a dominant Duke, how could I resist giving her that role play?

Only, without the toxic assholery that is Christian fake dom Grey.

The riding breeches are so tight that the bulge of my hard cock is outlined.

Did Darcy have the same problem?

I bet that he did when he walked out of that lake. The shirt clung to his chest in a way that definitely made me desperate to bend him over and fuck him hard .

I’m wearing high leather boots, a designer show shirt, and a blue riding jacket that matches my eyes.

I’m gripping a wide tipped riding crop against my thigh.

It’s my one of my favorite implements. It fits supply into my hand, comfortable and familiar.

I stand with a wide stance in the center of my beach house bedroom.

The silver drapes are open. The only light is from the star bright nighttime sky.

The windows are floor to ceiling along one side of the bedroom. The wardrobe and nightstands are carved from driftwood. The giant bed stands in the center of the room with crisp, white bedding.

The room is all white in fact with views over the moon drenched ocean.

Orange rose petals are strewn over the bedding. They also lead in a path on the floor to the bed like a wedding aisle.

Robyn stands in the doorway.

She’s staring at me, mesmerized. “I thought that you no longer owned that outfit.”

“I bought a new one for tonight.”

“Just for me?” Robyn sounds bewildered, as if she’s still unsure that she has a right to her own needs being met.

Her ex is a fucking jerk.

I wish that I could knee him in the balls as part of my daily routine.

“Isn’t this what you’ve been dreaming about?” I tap the crop on my thigh, and her fascinated gaze tracks the movements. “The kiss of my crop?”

Robyn swallows. Her cheeks flush.

Then she nods. “I want to please you. Can you show me how?”

She looks shy all of a sudden.

It’s cute.

It also makes my back straighten and adrenaline rush through me.

I live for moments like this. Submission offered with such belief makes me fall into domspace.

I’m already feeling high from the trust that Robyn’s placing in me.

“Obey me and you’ll please me, cara mia.” I feel at ease, hyperfocused on Robyn.

I’m in control.

I’m going to guide her through this.

Robyn’s breathing picks up like I knew it would.

She nods.

“Words,” I say, sharply.

“Yes, Sir.”

Robyn’s also falling into the right headspace.

We have a tough couple of weeks ahead. We need to let go, feeling only sensation, pain, and pleasure.

I point with my crop to a point on the carpet in front of me. “Come here, principessa.”

Robyn follows the aisle of petals towards me. She runs her hand down the embroidered flower on her dress. She looks half wrecked already.

Excellent.

She stands in front of me. Her toes curl nervously into the thick carpet.

She can’t look away from the crop, as I tap three times on the floor.

“Kneel,” I command, coldly.

It’s less elegant and more like her knees have buckled. But I’ve still never seen anything as beautiful as the way that Robyn falls to her knees in front of me.

Robyn’s hair flows in tangled waves around her shoulders. She looks up at me with wide, dilated eyes.

She’s spellbound.

The power is a fucking rush.

“Tell me your safe words.” I arch my brow.

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down or I need a break, and green for I consent to continue, more please, more .”

I can’t stop myself smiling. “Are you going to be my good girl?”

I stroke down Robyn’s cheek.

She leans into my touch. “Yes, Sir. And I’m green.”

I wind my fingers through Robyn’s long hair, before wrenching back her neck.

She gasps.

I lean over Robyn, whispering into her ear, “Good because I’m going to have you stretched out and naked, writhing in ecstasy under my crop. I’ll leave beautiful marks under its kiss. Do you want that?”

I need to check in with her one final time.

A sense of rightness — fulfillment — floods through me, when she nods.

Then she forces herself to be a good girl for me and verbally answer as well. “So fucking much.”

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. A pink blush spreads down her neck.

I don’t miss Robyn’s physical cues. She’s falling into subspace.

She’s fantasized about this for weeks.

I have a sense that she’s actually touched herself to thoughts of it for years, ever since she discovered that photograph of me from the ball.

I straighten, towering over her.

My expression shutters. “Then beg for it.”

Robyn looks unsure for a moment, before licking her lips. “Please punish me.”

Instantly, I let go of her hair.

My expression softens. “No, cara mia, I won’t. This isn’t a punishment. This is a reward. It’s for your pleasure because I love you. Do you understand?”

Because I love Robyn more than I thought it was possible to love anyone.

I’m obsessed.

Does she have any idea of the power that she has over me ?

She always has.

Robyn reaches up to caress my thigh, and I hiss in a breath.

My cock tries to get impossibly harder in the confines of my tight breeches.

“I understand.” Robyn looks at me with a tender expression. “You’re an amazing man, Jude D’Angelo. May I please be kissed?”

This woman is smart.

Who could say no to a plea like that?

Not me.

I grab Robyn by the shoulders and pull her to her feet. Then I kiss her, hard and claiming.

She’s mine, and I prove it with every sweep of my tongue and savage bite to her lips.

Then I rip at her dress. “Off.”

Robyn tries to strip, but I’m animated with a dominant energy that needs an outlet and her dress is getting in the way between me and her gorgeous pale canvas of skin.

I drag her dress over her head, batting her hands out of the way.

Robyn stares at me with startled eyes.

I rip her panties off and throw them across the room.

When I trace my finger over Robyn’s pussy, however, she’s wet.

Her nipples are peaked.

I raise the crop between us in reverent ritual.

“Kiss it.” My voice is low and rumbling.

Robyn lowers her head and kisses the crop.

She shivers, but it’s not from the cold.

“Do you like this?” I ask. “Being stripped bare in front of me? Kissing the implement that’s going to spank you, marking you as mine?”

“I love it.” When Robyn’s gaze meets mine, I’m shocked by the depth of emotion in her eyes. It shakes me. “Just like I love you, Jude.”

That does it.

I can’t hold back.

I growl, tossing the crop onto the bed. Then I slip my arms underneath Robyn, my everything , and pick her up into a bridal carry.

She yelps in shock.

Then I toss her onto the bed as well.

She lands amongst the petals and soft white cushions like a princess about to be ravished.

Robyn’s limbs splay out like her hair.

She’s how Disney princesses should be: curvy, red-haired, and independent.

Also, klutzy.

Endlessly kind.

A real woman.

And the only one who I’ll ever want in my life.

“Lie on your stomach close to the edge of the bed,” I order.

Robyn blinks at me.

“Did I stutter?” I ask, icily.

Robyn scrambles to turn over onto her front, clutching a cushion to her face.

I swagger around to the side of the bed.

I study the delicious curve of Robyn’s back and the even more delicious curve of her ass.

The skin is pale and unmarked.

But not for long.

I pick up the riding crop again.

I bought it several years ago from an equestrian sports shop. I preferred that than buying from a BDSM site because it simply felt more genuine. I could also feel how it swung in my hand.

Plus, the scent of leather in equestrian shops is drugging. I’m fucking hard from the moment that I step inside, let alone run my fingers over the crops and dressage whips.

I’m sure that the assistants know that I’m not intending to use the implements on a horse. They shoot each other flustered and knowing looks.

And that’s a thrill too.

I tighten my hold on the crop.

Yet I allow myself the indulgence of running my hand along Robyn’s back and down over her gorgeous ass.

Her skin is soft.

She jumps and then settles, arching up into my touch. It will sensitize her skin and make her feel the spanking more.

It will also add to the pleasurepain of the experience.

I know that she’s going to love both sides.

I straighten, before gently swinging the crop. It lands softly on her ass.

Robyn gasps, but I think it’s more from surprise at the snapping sound than the light sting.

There’s no mark.

“Okay?” I ask

“Green,” Robyn replies. “More.”

I start out light.

I need to test what she can take. She’s moving up towards the crop, however, pushing her ass up like it’s begging for more spanking.

Who am I to deny such a pretty ass?

I swing a little harder, urging Robyn’s legs apart to smack her lower buttocks and thighs, which gets more of a reaction.

She moans, but still, doesn’t pull away.

Her ass is now a rosy color like a blushing peach.

It’s fucking gorgeous.

“What are you?” I demand.

“Yours,” Robyn gasps.

I can’t hold back my own moan. “Turn over.”

I have to see her face.

Slowly, she turns over onto her back.

Robyn’s cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are bright.

She looks energized, wildly turned on.

In turn, that makes me want to throw aside the crop and leap onto the bed, driving my cock into her drenched pussy.

Ravish her like she deserves… desires .

But this isn’t about my pleasure.

Robyn needs me to follow through on her fantasy. And tonight, I’m going to give this to her.

“Good girl, being obedient for me. Don’t move.” When I rest the tip of the leather crop on her cheek, her breath stutters.

She holds herself still.

Perfect. I have her attention.

Teasingly slowly, I draw the crop from Robyn’s cheek, over her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, then leave it tauntingly close to her pussy.

“I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” I smack the crop harder than I have before onto her thigh.

Robyn gasps.

Immediately, I lower my head.

My hair trails over Robyn’s pussy, but I skirt it. Instead, I kiss over the mark that’s left on her thigh, soothing it.

At the same time, I slip my fingers to her pussy. I sweep them up and down, as if I’m a tongue, licking.

Robyn’s shaking, overwhelmed with the onslaught of different sensations.

She’s close to coming. It won’t take much to tip her over the edge.

“So wet for me, cara mia.” I lick her thigh, imitating my fingers.

Robyn clutches at the bedding. “F-fuck, that’s… I can’t… It feels incredible. I’m going to…”

“You’re soaking my fingers,” I murmur against her crimson skin. Skin that I’ve marked as mine. “What has you so drenched? My tongue? My fingers? My crop?”

“All of them.” Robyn wails. “Please, please… ”

She’s passed the point of knowing what she’s begging for. But she’s still capable of — almost — coherent speech.

I can’t have that.

If she wants all of it, then she’ll get it.

She did ask for it.

I straighten.

I don’t take my hand away from her pussy, however, instead fucking her with one finger, then two.

I rub across her clit with my thumb.

Robyn whines, thrashing her head from side to side.

I glide the crop from her stomach up to her breasts. Slowly, I circle them.

She opens and shuts her mouth like she wants to talk but can’t.

This is more like it.

When I tap the leather tip gently in time to my fingering across her left nipple, she writhes in ecstasy.

Commandingly, I rest one knee on the bed, leaning over her. “Look at me.”

It takes a moment for Robyn to obey me, although she can’t stop her body from twisting in pleasure still.

When I raise the crop above her nipple, her pupils become blown.

She knows what I’m about to do.

“You have my fingers and now I’m going to give you the crop.” I hold her gaze. “Color?”

It’s a buzz to see how hard she’s struggling to answer.

I’m patient.

“Green,” Robyn finally whispers.

The moment that she does, I snap the crop down gently onto her nipple.

“One,” I whisper against her lips.

I force her to keep looking at me.

I’m with her in this experience.

We’re together.

I hope, forever.

I finger her faster. She’s become even wetter.

“Again.” She’s flushed with excitement.

I snap down the crop, and this time her cry sounds more like someone cresting on the edge of orgasm.

“Two,” I murmur.

She’s panting.

Her hips hump against my hand.

She’s trembling. Falling apart.

I’ve never experienced anything better in life, than bringing someone to this intense level of sensation and then seeing them break… only to fly .

I lower my lips, so that they’re hot against her ear.

Then I snap the crop down harder again. “Three, my wife.”

My wife.

I don’t know where the words come from.

They’re darkly possessive.

But they’re as right as being in this beach house with Robyn is.

As right as giving her the ring with my lucky twenty-two charm.

As right as spending my life together with Robyn.

Robyn screams.

But she’s screaming because she’s coming.

I drop the crop, resting my forehead against hers.

I close my eyes.

Robyn’s coming apart beneath me, shaking and shuddering. I work her through it with my fingers, one orgasm and then a second immediately after.

It’s the most intense orgasm that I’ve given her so far.

Then she raises her arms to grab onto me and pull me even closer.

“My husband,” Robyn whispers.

I meet her fervent gaze.

“Wife,” I repeat.

“Husband,” she replies like an oath.

My heart both sings and shatters.

Because I wish that this wasn’t only a fantasy.