“You get dressed and pack up all your shit.” Her expression drops but I’m not done yet. “We go down the mountain for breakfast and then I need to grab some condoms. We go to the Lodges and I fuck your brains out like I've been wanting to do for months now. And if you still want to submit to me, you can check out of the Lodges, follow me back up here with your rental car and we’ll make a week out of it.”

“And if you're just awful in bed?”

“That's where we part ways.”

“As friends.”

“If you want, yeah. You have my number now.”

“Okay, that's fair.”

“But we’re going to talk about what we want to do first,” I say as I walk over to the sink and turn on the faucet. I need to wash my hands. “You can always tap out, but I don't want there to be any confusion before we get started.”

“Deal,” she says before she launches right in. “I want you to spank me, a lot. I want you to choke me. I want you to tie me up. I want you to make me squirt if you think you can. I want to barely be able to walk whenever you're finished with me for the day.”

“Anal?” I say over my shoulder as I dry my hands with a clean dish towel.

“Absolutely.”

“And flogging’s alright, I assume?”

That catches her off guard, but she schools her expression before she goes on. “I've never done that before, but if you're receptive to the word ‘stop’, then yes we can try some flogging.”

I circle the island, nudge Titus out of the way, and step right into her space, right between her legs. She looks up at me with those doe eyes as I pull the sides of the poncho apart. She's still wearing that low cut t-shirt, no bra. She swallows as I pull the fabric down and expose both her tits. I don't touch them though, I just look.

“I don't have everything I want for you, but I can order some things overnight and they should be here by Monday. I'll be able to improvise until then.”

Her nipples are perfect, a light brown that's blushing red as the heat crawls up her body.

“What else do you want?” she asks.

“I want you wet for me all the time. I want you nearly naked all the time.”

“Why not completely naked?”

I shrug, then draw the side of my thumb over her left nipple. “I like what I like. But don't worry. There will be plenty of time for full on nudity. I want you to beg, but you don't have to worry about that too much either. I'll get you there.”

“You seem so sure.” She swallows again and holds back a sigh as I draw my finger over her right nipple.

“You seem pretty confident that I won't, but I'm barely touching you and I bet if I check that sweet pussy of yours, you'll be soaking wet.”

“Maybe you should check.”

“See, barely touched you, barely said a word and you're already asking. Begging isn't far away.”

“I don’t… have a response for that,” she admits.

“I am on board with everything you want, but I want you to understand the difference between submission, which is what I want and sadism, which seems to be your bag.”

“I know the difference. Go on.”

“Alright. Well I have work do, but your job will be to properly distract me. You might not get what you want exactly when you want it, but that's part of my game. You have to show me you want it all the time.”

“What else do you want?”

“I want to earn your trust. I want you to know that I will never hurt you. As rough as we get, I will always take care of you.” I pinch her nipple. She yelps but the sound melts into a hiss she keeps to herself the longer I hold on. I can already see it on her face, she’ll slip into place nicely. She wants this. “Are you wet for me now?”

“Yes.”

I step back, releasing her nipple. “Show me.”

She opens her thighs wide then slides those grey panties to the side. The fabric of the crotch is already darker with her juices. I see the bottom of a small patch of hair, but her slit is bare. She moves her fingers around, spreads her swollen lips. She starts to touch her clit.

“Did I tell you to start touching yourself?”

Her fingers still. “No.”

“Lesson one. You do exactly as I tell you, not some approximation of what you think I'm getting at. Take off your underwear and go put on your jeans and your boots. Leave your bra off too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay is good for now, but when—if—we come back up here together, it's ‘yes, Shep’ or ‘yes Mr. Olsen.’ Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Olsen.”

“Good. Now go get ready.”

She gets off the stool, a little wobbly, then walks back into the bedroom. I make sure I have my wallet and my phone and watch her as she comes back into the great room and steps into her boots.

“You ready?” I ask her as she zips up her coat.

“Yes, Shep,” she says, looking me in the eye.

“Let's go.” I open the front door and usher her through with a firm grip on her ass.

* * *

The diner is almost full, but Connie manages to snag us the booth I want near the back. People are looking. Claudia stands out like a sore thumb just because she's with me, but everyone is polite as usual even if they can't stop staring. With a hand on her back, I guide Claudia into the side of the booth facing the back wall.

“Sit here and keep your jacket on.”

She doesn't respond, but she obeys.

Connie brings our menus and Claudia hesitates for a moment when she's asked what she would like. I tell her to go on and order what she wants.

“With your consent, I might be in control,” I say when we’re alone again. “But I will never tell you what to eat. That’s ridiculous.”

“I would have to agree with you there.” She glances over her shoulder, but no one is looking at us. Everyone has turned back to their own meals and conversations.

“Show me your tits. Pull down your shirt. Don’t worry. No one can see you.” The booth backs are high and she’s facing the rear wall of the place. This is a show for me and me only.

She hesitates for a moment, then slips her tits out of her top. She sits back to keep her nipples from touching the metal edge that wraps around the table. The tips are hard either way though.

“Do you like having your nipples fucked with?”

She swallows. “Yes. They are pretty sensitive.”

“Can you come if I play with them just right?”

“I’ve been close.”

“We’ll have to test that out. Tell me more about yourself. We don’t have to talk about what happened, but like you said, we should know each other.”

“Keep it basic and ice breakery,” she says. Her voice wavers. She’s a ballsy chick, but she’s not used to being exposed like this. Whether anyone can see her or not.

“Yeah, that’ll work. Close your jacket,” I say as I see Connie come out from behind the counter. Claudia panics even though she has plenty of time to cover up. She’s concealed when our food is deposited on the table.

“Get you guys anything else?” Connie asks with a bright smile. I defer to Claudia.

“No, I’m fine thank you.”

“You just holler if you change your mind.” We thank her and Connie pats Claudia on the shoulder before she heads back up front.

“Tits out again,” I say. “I want to look at them while I eat. You were saying.” I take a bite of my pancakes and wait for her to answer.

“Um, I’m a Gemini? My dad was Swedish and my mom was from Grenada. We lived there until I was seven. I’m allergic to mango. Which is a shame because I love it.”

“You allergic to anything else?” I say between bites. She hasn’t touched her waffle or her eggs yet.

“No.”

“Just like I’m not going to tell you what to eat, I’m not going to stop you from eating. You can eat and talk. I know you’re hungry.”

“Right.” She picks up her fork. I decide to do the talking until most of her food is gone.

“I’m an Aquarius. I've never read my horoscope so don't expect me to know what that means.” She smiles and I know she has no clue how long I'm going to spend kissing her once we leave this place.

“I'm technically an only child even though my parents have three more kids. I've never met them. Don't worry. I'm not torn up about it.”

“Okay,” she says, her tone skeptical around a mouthful of eggs.

“I'm six-six if you were wondering. Even though I live in the woods, I hate camping.”

“Me too,” she takes a sip of her water. “Can I put my boobs away?”

“No.”

She scowls at me but continues eating.

“I'm really hard right now. You wouldn't want to ruin that for me, would you?”

That heat spreads across her chest again, up to her face. “No. But I don't think it's fair.”

I reach into my glass and grab a piece of ice. “Scoot forward. You don't think what is fair?”

She gives me another confused look, but slides to the edge of the bench like I told her to. “I don't think it's fair that you’ve seen my—” she breaks off as I take the ice and rub it across her nipple. She jerks away a fraction of an inch, then holds still as I rub it around, letting it melt between our body heat.

“Go on.” I grab another piece of ice and rub it around her other nipple. I know she's just soaked her pants by the way her eyes roll back in her head. “You can speak and enjoy this at the same time. Finish what you were saying.”

She licks her lips, then winces as I give her wet nipple a little squeeze. “I don't think it's fair that you've seen my boobs and my pussy and I haven't seen this hard dick you speak of.”

I release her nipple and lick the water off my fingers before I turn back to my breakfast.

“Do you want to see my cock?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Finish eating and we’ll make that happen.”

I watch her as she reaches for more of her waffle. She pauses. “We don't have to stop for condoms,” she says. “I always carry them with me.”

That makes me pause, but in a good way. “I always appreciate a woman who’s prepared.”

We finish our meal in near silence. The only sounds between us are Claudia’s hisses and moans. I can't stop playing with her tits.

* * *

I don't know who's working at the front desk. Don't know, don't care. We head right to Claudia’s cabin. I do my best not to kick open the door and wait for her to dig the key out of her purse with her shaky hands. I fingered her through her jeans on the ride over and she's about to come any second.

I slam the door behind me the minute we’re inside and start taking off my clothes. She follows my lead.

“Is this a good moment for a completely naked situation?” she asks.

“Yes and those condoms would come in handy right now.”

“Right.” I finish stripping as she digs them up. She shoves three different types into my hands then flips on the bed and starts tearing off her boots. Her jeans come flying off just as quickly. She’s laying in the center of the bed, ass naked by the time I'm sheathed up.

“You think you’re just gonna lay back and enjoy this?” I say. I'm stroking myself.

She sits up. “I was waiting for orders.”

“Come here.”

“Yes, Shep.” She stands off the bed and crosses the room to me.

“You joke now,” I say, as I lightly wrap my hand around her throat. I look in her hazel eyes and my cock twitches when that hint of fear flashes across her face. She swallows. I feel her throat work against my palm.

“But?”

“You'll see. Stroke my cock.” She obeys, groping for it blindly as I keep my grip on her neck until her fingers are wrapped around me. I take a deep breath, keeping my eyes trained on her as I remind my body that I’m not fifteen anymore and nutting in her hands after one touch would not be a good way to convince her she wants to spend the week with me.

"Is that enough?" I ask her.

"More than enough."

"Good," I say and then I do something I've been wanting to do, aching to do, for longer than I'd like to admit. I kiss her.

Her lips feel as good as they look. Soft and full. I drop my hand from her throat and wrap my arms around her smaller frame. I grip her perfect ass. Her hand is still moving between our bodies, stroking my dick up and down in perfect sync to the way her tongue has just invaded my mouth. She pushes closer, whimpering against my lips as I suck her in. I'm fucking done. I pull away long enough to grab one of the chairs shoved under the kitchenette table. I sit, test its weight, then reach for her.

"Sit," I say.

She straddles me, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I have more orders, but she’s kissing me again, grinding her clit against my dick.

“You want it,” I say against her lips.

“Yes.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please.”

I lift her up and her eyes go wide as I support her full weight with one arm and press the head of my cock against her slit with my other hand.

“Please what? I want to hear you say it.” I push up just a little, even though she hasn’t given me what I want yet. She groans as my cock starts to spread her open.

“Please fuck me, Shep.”

“Say it again.”

“Please. Shep. Cut the bullshit and just fuck me already.”

I laugh against her ear and then push in deep. Our twin “Fuck!”s are absorbed by the old walls of the place.

I hold her still for just a second. It’s too much, how fucking tight her pussy is, and I know how big my cock is. She needs a second to adjust. I pull back and smooth her hair away from her face. Her eyes blink open.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yes.” She swallows. “Yeah, I’m fine. Your dick is huge. Huge is definitely a theme in your life.”

I chuckle again. “It is. You tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I will. Don’t stop now. Definitely don’t stop now.”

I rock my hips forward and back, forward and back, deep, but nice and slow. Claudia holds still for a few moments, but she finds the rhythm I’m setting and starts to push back, taking me deep into her tight, wet cunt.

“Tell me,” I say before I kiss her again. We kiss for a while, me fucking her, her fucking me in this chair that I can already tell is going to give under our weight any second. I can’t make myself stand up. I don’t want anything about this to change. I give us both some air, lean her back a bit and grab one of those ripe tits. I suck her nipple into my mouth, tug on it a little with my teeth.

“Oh shit. Fuck,” she moans.

“Tell me,” I say again as I switch to her other tit. “Tell me if you like it.”

“I do, I do. Jesus, Shep. It feels so fucking good.”

The chair snaps. Claudia screams. I catch us with an arm on the table. It starts tilting until I lean away from it. I’m still deep inside her cunt. I drop into a squat, to catch my balance. I hold on to her.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh my god!” She buries her face against my neck and I realize she’s laughing.

“You okay?” I ask again. I stand carefully and wrap my around arm around her. She’s clinging to me with all her might either way. I’d have to pry her loose.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Do we need to take a break?”

“No. Let’s just move this to the bed.”

“Okay. Hold on.”

I cross the room. “Oh god, that feels so weird,” she says against my beard. “I can feel like every inch of you moving. Stay inside.”

“Don’t let go.”

I kneel on the bed and feel myself slipping out of her tight, wet grip. She holds on, long enough for me to deposit us on the covers and pick up the pace right where we left off. Her laughter quickly turns to something else. I realize I like the sound of her laugh as much as I like the sound of her moans.

She kisses me again as I pound in and out. Soon all the humor is gone and she’s back to begging. She claws at my shoulders. I rear back, grab the backs of her thighs and push her knees to her chest. I need to go deep. I need her to know that I'm not fucking around. I mean business. If she decides to stay, it can be all this and more. I'll learn her body, learn what she really needs.

I shut off my mind before those thoughts go any further. She's coming.

She doesn't say my name. Just whimpers an “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” as her head digs back into the pillows.

I don't let up. I pull her legs together and put them over my right shoulder. I dig deeper, pound harder. Her hands find my forearms. I feel her clenching around me, bearing down. I feel her coming again on my lap.

I don't let up.

She makes a strangled noise. She arches hard against me. There's more. Her juices soak my balls. I can't hold on any longer. I come my fucking brains out. When I come back to my senses, I gently ease out of her body and slide onto the bed beside her. She's still trembling. After I ditch the condom in the bedside trash can, I look her up and down, carefully gauging how and where I can touch her. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. She rolls into me and buries her head in my chest.

We’re both quiet for a long time. I'm looking at her. Her eyes are closed. We both need a second. I consider what else I need and how long I can wait to get an answer. I try to give her the time she needs.

She scoots closer. I run my fingers through her hair. I kiss her face. She turns her head and kisses my mouth.

When she pulls away she buries her nose in my chest hair. I get it. She's not in the mood for eye contact.

“I can't remember the last time I came that hard,” she says.

“I try not to oversell it,” I say.

“You didn't.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can feel the drop coming. Or maybe the opposite. I can't stay in this bed much longer. I need to know. “So.”

She glances up at me. “So.”

“What would you like to do?”

“Don't want to give a girl much time to think, do you?”

I keep my mouth shut because I know whatever I say will make her think I have anger issues again. She reaches up and runs her fingers over my shoulder. She's looking at my tattoo. It's not small.

“One week, right?”

“Yeah.”

She doesn’t say anything. I'm not in the mood for a stalemate.

“I thought we had a deal. Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.

“Can I get a few rainchecks worked into our deal? I’ll tell you, but just not right now. Okay?” I think about what she’s going through. Why she’s here.

“Yeah. I think that’s pretty fair.”

“I want to stay,” she says. “I’ll come back up the mountain with you.”