And then another, in quick succession.
I purse my lips, inhaling deep breaths through my nostrils as I glare up at Bowen. He runs his tongue along his teeth, gazing down at me with amusement.
After a few seconds, he gives my neck a tug, “You done being a little bitch?”
I long blink and clench my jaw, his voice sending a searing rush down my back and into my thighs. It shouldn’t, but it does. Part of me loves the degradation he’s giving, basking in his cruel attention while it washes away some of the guilt gnawing at me. But another part of me wants to smack him upside the head for it.
I let my head fall back and gaze up at him with indignance, my chest fighting for shallow breaths.
“Don’t make me ask you twice, Brett. I’ll hang your ass upside down from my tailgate like the coyotes I left at Jay’s. Tell me what you’re sorry for.”
He loosens the belt enough for me to speak, “For—” I take a breath and try to swallow, “for not listening to you.”
That covers everything, doesn’t it? I didn’t listen to him when he said don’t let Colson get too close. And I didn’t listen to him when he tried to tell me how Colson isn’t done with me yet—that he’s going to wreck my life and finish what he started.
Bowen releases the belt, dropping the slack at my back, and grabs the handle of the green storage tote near the wheel well. He slides it behind his feet and sits down in front of me, his knees flanking my arms so that I’m kneeling between his legs. Then he rests his elbows on his knees and reaches around my head for the belt.
He tips my head back, hovering over my face, “Why should I take you back home with me?” he snarls, “Why should I let you back into my house?”
At this rate, I half expect him to leave me out here. He wouldn’t, would he? Then again, maybe he would since he’s implying his house isn’t mine anymore.
But I’m not some whiny dish rag. I can play his games.
Locking eyes with Bowen, I gather my nerves and scowl back, “Because you like what I give you,” my mouth curls to match his venomous smile, “and because I haven’t given you everything you want, yet.”
It might be dirty, but he’s playing dirty right now, too.
Bowen’s eyes flash and I can’t tell whether he’s intrigued or infuriated. Oddly enough, it looks the exact same, but my response hits its mark. He leans down, his mouth twitching with malice.
“Then show me how sorry you are, wife,” he growls, pressing his nose into my cheek, “open that filthy little mouth so I can gag you with my cock.”
I do what he says and lean forward, letting my jaw drop. Gripping the belt, he slowly pulls me in, sliding his cock over my tongue. A low groan reverberates through his chest the deeper he goes, until I feel him tickle my gag reflex.
“I never asked you,” Bowen leans back on one arm and pulls out a couple inches, “how many babies are you going to give me?”
I look up at him, my chest heaving as I move my tongue around him, spit starting to drip down the corners of my mouth.
“You must have some idea,” he pushes my head down, sliding deeper, “One?” then he pulls out, “Two?” he pushes me back down, tapping the back of my throat before pulling back, “10?” he squeezes the belt and, this time, doesn’t stop pushing.
My reflex catches and I shudder, pulling frantically at the straps around my wrists. I squeeze my eyes shut, my neck muscles seizing as wet sounds sputter from the corners of my mouth.
“Come on, Brett!” Bowen rolls his head back, “How many?” he calls into the treetops, his deep voice echoing through the woods.
My legs tense and my bottom half wriggles as he pulses my head. Finally, he pulls out halfway and lets me suck in a lungful of air, coughing it back out around his cock that seems to get harder the longer he suffocates me. Once I catch my breath, I take him in again, sucking harder and flicking my tongue along the underside of his tip.
“When are you going to let me breed you, baby girl?” Bowen starts to roll his hips, “When are you going to use my cum instead of wasting it?”
Each word sends a jolt of electricity deep into my stomach until I can feel the heat pooling between my legs. Fortunately, I can’t extract the synthetic hormones coursing through my body, otherwise I might let him do it right this second, high on dopamine and mad with desire.
Bowen suddenly jerks the belt and snaps my head back, pumping his cock and groaning as he shoots his thick cum all over my chest. Gulping air, I stare up at the slivers of inky sky through the trees until Bowen’s movements slow. He runs his hand over my breasts, smearing his cum over my skin like lotion. When it’s nothing but a thin film, he gives my breast a sharp slap and drags the rest across my cheek.
He runs his hand over my face, smearing his palm across my mouth and cheekbones, “See?” he shoves my face back and forth as he goes, “A dirty fucking whore, just like I said.”
“Can you…” I flex my fingers, the straps digging into my wrists, “let me go, please?” I croak through my constricted windpipe.
He gazes down at me with a smile, trailing a fingertip down my breast, “Dirty and polite,” he brushes over my nipple, turning it hard enough to cut glass, “but, no,” there’s a sharp snap as he flicks it, making me gasp in pain, “because you still never answered my question.”
I twist back and forth, trying to rub my bound arm against my breast to quell the sting, “Which one?”
Bowen bows his head and lowers his voice to a diabolical rumble, “When can I breed my whore?”
I stare back at him, my mouth ajar.
A streak of moonlight glints off his black eyes as he relishes my silence, “Bet you’ll tell me if I play with that needy little clit of yours.”
He stands up and steps around me, tugging his jeans back up to his waist. The bed of the truck shifts with his weight and his jeans brush against the soles of my feet as he kneels behind me.
“Maybe I should just decide for you,” he murmurs into my neck as he snakes his hand around my waist and reaches into the front of my shorts. “Goddamn, baby girl,” he moans when he feels how soaked I am, “I’ll punish you every day if it makes you this wet for me.”
Bowen pushes two fingers inside me and pumps them in and out of the slick pool between my thighs. Then he drags his slick fingers up to my clit, making my eyes roll.
“You’re not supposed to be in heat for another—” Bowen pauses and lifts his hand in front of me, rotating his wrist to look at his watch, “week and a half.”
A shiver runs up my back. How the hell does he know when I’m going to start ovulating? I barely know that on any given day. I guess if he has a major breeding kink, he would. But I can’t even respond because he’s slowly driving me mad, touching me in the best way while talking about me in the most animalistic terms.
Bowen starts working my clit faster, “If you like being tied to my truck, maybe I’ll keep you out in Jay’s barn for a few days.” I reach a fever pitch, oscillating between fear and exhilaration as I start to rock against his hand. “I bet he wouldn’t mind,” Bowen continues, pressing his mouth to my ear, “especially if I let him watch.” He reaches up and squeezes my throat, pulling me against his chest. The fear is screaming to be heard, but his agonizing touch keeps it at bay, “He thinks you’re real pretty,” Bowen drawls as he drags his lips across my shoulder. A moan escapes between my labored breaths as I feel the orgasm nearing, “Would you like it if Jay watched me fuck you—if he told me how to get you pregnant? By the end of it, those pills won’t do you any good.”
My breath catches as the rush approaches, but Bowen pulls his hand away and the pleasure dissipates, “Bowen…” I let out a groan and my head drops against his shoulder.
