I was polishing a table in the cabin, Cade’s cabin, but a bigger more luxurious one. It had a bed downstairs and the floors were gleaming. I was feeling hot so I’d taken off all my clothes, and wearing nothing but a little French apron with very high heels and sheer black stockings, obviously. My hair was in a messy bun on top of my head.

The polish I was using smelled of lavender.

I heard Cade walk in through the front door and I turned my head around to watch him. He was shirtless and leaning against the door. All those sun-kissed, freakishly strong, and sinewy muscles were on display. His head was tipped back and underneath the coarse beard, all the thick cords in his neck stood out. He ran his hand through his longish hair and his biceps tensed and bulged.

My gaze caught the beauty of the gestures and moved down to his sculptured chest, which was swelling with muscles. The hard tissue flowed down from that chiseled perfection to where his six-pack popped. Why, his whole body was a living work of art. My eyes followed the dark happy trail lower. And lower still.

Oh my! I knew he was hard because he had a clear view of my pussy peeking between my ass cheeks. He was so beautiful and he wanted me so badly.

“Hello,” I said softly, my own lust flaring in me.

He didn’t answer, just walked in while unbuckling his jeans and revealing his massive cock. When he was behind me he licked the skin from my collarbone up to my ear, drawing a tortured moan from me.

“Cad …”

“Shhh …” he hissed, as he snaked his hand between us and ran his callused fingers along my exposed slit.

“Well, well, Katrina. You’re supposed to be cleaning. Why are you so fucking wet?” he growled.

“I can’t help myself,” I whimpered.

“Open your legs wider,” he ordered.

I obeyed.

He dropped to his knees and swiped his velvety tongue over my pussy, then he pulled on my hips, arching my back as he drove his tongue deep inside my wetness. He started licking and sucking my nectar as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Oh yes. Yes,” I cried out, closing my eyes tight.

But suddenly his hot ravenous mouth was gone. My lips parted in shock as he shoved two fingers into me and started fucking me with them.

“Is this what you were waiting for?” he demanded. “Is this why you’re dressed like a dirty girl?”

“Fuck you,” I said, but I was trembling with anticipation.

He chuckled softly and stood. I heard his jeans fall to the floor. He grabbed one of my breasts in one hand and squeezed the round globe while tugging on the nipple. I moaned with the exquisite sensation. Raking his other hand into my messy bun, he grabbed a handful of hair.

He pulled my head back at the same time that he rammed his cock into me. No condom, no protection. Nothing just his bare cock completely buried inside my pussy and his hard stomach and chest pressed tight against my back. I screamed at the invasion.

I was no virgin, but he was so well hung when he forced himself into me, I felt as if all the other men had been only boys, their penises not yet developed. With Cade, it felt as if he was ripping me apart from the inside out.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, as I bent in half and pushed my hips back against him. In that position my calves began to ache.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably as he kept on slamming hard and fast into me. He took his hand off my breast and pulled at my clit as he continued to drive himself deep into me. My clit throbbed wildly against his hand and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“You wanted to feel out of control. You wanted me to take you roughly, without permission?” he snarled.

“Yes,” I said, but I was almost incoherent with pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” I screamed, as I began to lose control.

Then my body started to spasm and clamp down on his cock. As my body sucked and milked him, he bit down on my shoulder and fucked me ruthlessly. I felt his cock pump hot cum into me and it was the most exquisite feeling in the world ...

My heart was racing with the intensity of my climax and my skin had reached the prune stage. When I built up enough courage and braced myself against the cold, I dashed out of the water, and, no kidding, the freezing air enveloped me like an icy blanket. I felt as if the water on my body was turning to ice. Vigorously I dried myself with the exterior of my coat. Then I dressed in record time. Much faster than I had undressed. Leggings do not move well over wet skin, but I pulled them so hard, I almost ripped them.

As I crouched down to lace my boots, some movement in the trees caught my attention. It was a beautiful doe. She was sniffing around for food but not finding much. She even lifted her front legs onto a tree trunk to reach for some evergreen. Poor thing. She was probably desperate for something to eat. It was late in the winter, but there was still no sign of spring anytime soon.

Without making any jerky moves, I slowly stood, and watched her. I had never seen a deer up so close before. I studied her pretty face, her big eyes, delicate features, and her thin, graceful, but strong limbs. I wished I had thought about bringing my cell phone. I would have loved to have taken some pictures of her.

I admired her.

She made surviving the harshness of life look beautiful, simple, as though it didn’t scare her. Life scared me. I was scared all of the time that this big, bad world would swallow me under, starve me out, or just take my sister away. I felt the doe’s desperation, but I couldn’t even begin to imagine exhibiting such grace. No, I haven’t been a very good person. But I guess I did what I had to do.

The wind changed course and she startled away in the opposite direction from me. She may have caught my scent and been scared off, or more likely she had caught the scent of something bigger, with teeth more ripping than mine behind me. Instinctively, I turned around, but all was quiet.

I decided not to stick around and find out what frightened her. Now was probably a good time to get back to the cabin and see what I could rummage from Cade’s freezer for dinner. I wished her luck and set off the way I had come.