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“Daddy,” I say on a breath when he releases my mouth. “I missed you so much.”
He sets me down, keeping his hands on my ass. His former frown comes back, this time deeper, making my gut sink. His face is weathered from the sun, giving him an even more rugged appearance.
“What the hell were you thinking coming out here alone?” he demands. I swallow hard as his hands leave my bottom and he strokes his thumbs across my branch-whipped, stinging cheeks. I wince and he places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me just a little.
“Do you know how dangerous it can be out here?” His brows lower to match his frown and my gut drops further.
“Daddy, I know it was stupid. I do. I even told myself I’d ask you to punish me for it, but I don’t regret it now that I’ve found you. Not even for a hundred stripes with your belt.”
“Little girl, you’ve never felt my belt so you’d best be careful what you say.” His hand moves from my shoulder to my neck, holding the back of it to pull my forehead to his lips as he leans down to kiss it. “And another thing, honey, you don’t have to ask for it, you’re getting it anyway.”
His serious face and words make my heart flip and my gut plummet, but that kiss on my head makes me feel so safe in his care. I fall forward and lean against his chest.
“Baby, you’re okay, yeah? No damage?” He brushes the back on his fingers across my face. “Besides these scratches anyway?”
“No, Daddy, I’m okay. Just a little scraped, frightened, and cold.”
“When’s the last time you ate or drank?”
“I’m hydrated and I had a protein bar a few hours ago.”
“You have more in your pack?”
“Yes,” I answer. He releases me and takes my bag, grabbing both another water bottle and a bag of trail mix. He’s all business and although I understand, I wish he’d just hold me again.
“Eat and drink as we walk.” He waits until I take the bottle and bag before continuing. “You put yourself in so much danger and that was our deal, wasn’t it? You get spanked for endangering yourself, yeah?”
“Yes, I remember our deal. I’m taking responsibility. I won’t fight you.”
“Good!” He plants another kiss on the top of my head. “That’ll have to wait though.” He takes my chin between his finger and thumb, tipping my chin up. “Let’s get you to camp and warmed up.” He leans down and kisses my mouth tenderly.
“I missed you, baby girl.”
Those words hit me straight in the heart and I have to swallow a mass of emotion stuck in my throat before I speak. “I’ve missed you too.”
He takes my hand and guides me out of the thicket into a clearer area easier for walking.
“How far is it? I’m so tired.”
“I imagine. When did you come after me?”
“This morning.”
He gathers a breath, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He’s mad, but holding it in well.
“It’s been a long day for you, little one. It’s not much farther.” He pauses and looks down at me and I again admire his sexy new look. “Do you need me to carry you?”
I smile. A big grin. “I can make it. But can I sit on your lap in front of a warm fire when we get to camp? I’ve missed your arms around me.”
It takes a minute but his frown eases and he returns my smile with his own wide furry grin. “Baby girl, I’d like that very much. Just don’t forget your ass is mine once you’re warm.”
I swallow hard but nod. “I know.”
We walk on and the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of being in his arms and maybe even the punishment he’s going to give me. There’s a sense of dread in me, but it’s mixed with a frisson of arousal.
“Any chance you’ve got some marshmallows at camp?”
He catches me as I trip on a broken branch.
“Wish I did, baby, but the only thing edible at camp right now is some cattail root and leeks. I also have some ginger and mint I can make into tea.”
I grimace and glance at the trail mix in my hand before looking back at him. “When’s the last time you had something substantial to eat?”
He chuckles and the sound is music to my ears. “I had salmon steamed with strawberry leaves for flavor, and some pond lily roots for dinner.”
I grimace again thinking no matter how much I like fresh salmon, it sounds horrible cooked out here in the wilderness with nothing but a fire and leaves for flavoring. “Want a protein bar? There’s some peanut butter flavored ones in the bag.”
“That would be cheating, little one.” He strokes my hair before settling his arm over my shoulder and pulling me against him.
“I won’t tell,” I whisper conspiratorially, leaning tighter against him. He taps his chest, turning slightly so I can see the action cam pinned to his coat. My eyes widen and my hand clamps across my mouth as I realize everything we’ve said has been recorded.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Grant cuts the parts where we speak of your punishment.”
“What about the actual punishment?” I narrow my eyes when he grins.
“That would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Might be more of a punishment that way.”
I stop dead in my tracks and slam my hands on my hips, glaring.
“Keep that attitude and I’ll leave it on, honey.”
I shiver and again he tucks me against him and we start walking.
“I’ll lose the attitude but please promise you’ll turn it off,” I ask, sounding small—childlike even.
“Yes, I promise. Unless you’re really naughty.” He looks down at me and winks so I know he’s teasing but it still awakens a throng of butterflies in my stomach. I’d die before I’d ever agree to such a thing but as a threat, it makes my body come alive with need.
“Gonna explain why you came out here now?”
“I’m no longer affiliated with Takahashi Sports or the family,” I say, quietly ignoring the stab of pain in my chest that comes from the admission. “Besides George, but he likely isn’t a part of the family anymore either.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” It’s Landon’s turn to stop us. He pulls me into a full embrace and I press my face against him. His supportive hold and warmth feels good both physically and psychologically.
“It’s okay,” I say as I snuggle against his chest. “I needed to stand up to them.”
“Your family is supposed to love you unconditionally, not just when you do what they want, Akari.”
“You’re right, but is that reality?” I tip my head back to look up at his face.
“I think so, yes,” he answers seriously and brushes back my hair with one of his strong warm hands before lowering to kiss my forehead.
“Sweetheart, your parents will always love you. I know it because in the short time I’ve known you, I’ve become completely smitten. Even when you’re driving me crazy.”
I half-smile at him before lowering my gaze. “Maybe.”
“So, you came after me because you had nowhere else to go?”
I glance at him, wondering if that was my true motive, but shake my head, knowing it wasn’t. I came for him, but not because I had nowhere else to go. I came because I want to be with him. And I want to hit my father where it hurts, his business.
“Well, I’m basically a vagabond now, you know. No job, no home, no life. Perhaps I came out here to live off the land like the Wilderness Man videos taught me.”
“Well, you’re going to be a very sorry transient once I get ahold of your ass.” He kisses my nose. “And since you’re a free agent, I’m officially offering you a position at Steed. I don’t want a woman with your business savvy working for any of my competitors so we’ll pay you what you’re worth.”
“And what am I worth?” I cock a brow at him, both curious and excited.
“To me, you’re priceless, baby. To Steed? I’ll need to see what we pay our top execs and then I’ll add fifteen percent.”
Both my brows rise and my heart swells with warmth at his priceless comment.
“You mean it?”
“Of course I do! Akari, do you know how good you are? You’re exactly what Steed needs.”
“I meant the priceless thing,” I say with a cheeky grin. He growls, grabs me by the waist, and spins me, shoving me against a tree before kissing me hard on the mouth.
“Make it twenty percent, Steed, I’ve heard I’m worth it.” I poke him in the chest and he shakes his head at me.
“Little girl, you are not allowed to poke Daddy. And it’s especially not smart when you’ve got a punishment coming.”
“Can Daddy poke me then?”
“Naughty girls don’t get poked, they get spanked, hard.” He takes my hand and holds it tightly in his. “No more fooling around, Akari. I want you safe back at camp. There are some hunters out here I don’t want us to run into.”
I nod solemnly and follow.
Camp is exactly how it looked in the Wilderness Man videos. I rush to the fire, which is little more than glowing but still gives off much needed warmth. Landon takes my pack, removes the sleeping bag, and strings the hiking pack up into a tree.
“You don’t have to put my bag up there. I won’t run or cheat and eat the protein bars and snacks.” I frown at Landon when he chuckles. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m not putting your pack up to keep it away from you. I’m putting it up so the bears don’t get tempted by it.” He gives me a pointed look. “And you will be eating those protein bars and snacks. I’m obligated to do the survival thing, you’re not.”
“I want to. I want us in this together.” I watch Landon as he adds wood to the fire pit. He pauses to arc a brow at me before positioning the wood and adding some smaller chunks of wood and bark.
“Kari, I’ve lost weight. I’m hungry all the time and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I came out here. I don’t want that for you. I love the challenge, quiet, and freedom of living off the land but I’ll be the last one to tell you it’s easy. This is my dream, not yours.”
“I thought we were a team?” The fire catches quickly and warmth blasts me. I rub my hands in front of it, absorbing the heat before the little wood and bark burn up and the large wood takes and it calms.
“Not when it comes to…”
“My safety,” I finish. “Roughing it with you is safe enough.” I cross my arms and shoot him an annoyed look. “Stop treating me like I’m not capable of handling myself as well as you.” I look away, chewing the inside of my cheek, annoyed. “That’s my father’s M.O.,” I add petulantly, spinning to get the heat on my back.
“Your health is your safety. And while I have no choice having you here right now, I don’t plan on letting you stay long. I’ll be taking you back as soon as I know you’re rested up enough to make the journey. And I am more capable out here than you, young lady. I have years of experience in the wilderness. How about you?”
Heat burns up my neck to my cheeks and I look away. “None,” I mumble.
He cups his ear. “What was that?”
“I have no damn experience out here.” My words come out snarky.
“That’s right, you don’t.” He points at me. “And little girl, your attitude is grinding my gears.”
“I don’t like yours much either,” I say and instantly regret it. It’s almost dark but with the fire reflecting his face I can see his expression change. He’s no longer just annoyed with me. I can’t step back as he comes for me with the fire behind me so I hold up my hands instead.
He reaches up to the camera on his jacket and I know exactly what’s coming. Daddy’s going to spank me.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.” I wave my hands in protest but he grabs both of my forearms and pulls me forward to a fallen log he’s using as seating by the fire. “No, no! I said I was sorry,” I blurt as he plants himself down.
“Hush up, little one. I’m done.”
“Wait!” I yell, holding out my hands. He pauses, his hand grasping the waist of my cargo pants, popping the button.
“What?” he growls.
“Do you believe me?”
“Kari.” He sighs. “Quit stalling.” He yanks me across his thighs and accentuates his words with two hard whacks over my pants. They don’t hurt, but they startle me into obedience and I move my hands forward to the dirt ground.
“Okay, okay.” I squeeze my eyes tight as he yanks my pants and panties down.
“Lift your hips.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Obeying, I feel the rush of arousal.
His spanks are crisp, no-nonsense, and fiery, landing in rapid succession. I squirm wondering how much more I can take when he stops, resting his palm against my roasted ass.
“Did that do anything to your attitude?” He sweeps the wall of hair dangling around my face to tuck it behind my ear. “Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. My attitude is gone.”
“Good.”
I reach back for my pants while trying to rise, but he stops me.
“Not so fast, honey.” He takes my hand in his and entwines our fingers before pinning my hand at my back. “While I’ve got you here…”
“No, Daddy. No more.”
He ignores my pleas. “You asked me to punish you for coming up here, didn’t you?” He yanks my pants down lower this time and I gasp at the pulsing rush of desire it causes.
“You said you wouldn’t fight it, didn’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip, trying hard to focus on the burning of my flesh rather than the throbbing of my clit. I’m ashamed of my arousal.
“I won’t, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“My good, sweet girl,” he croons, running his hand over my hair. “Daddy would much rather heat other places, but I’m afraid we both know you need this spanking.”
I nod and swallow hard as his hand moves from my hair to my thigh. He rubs and I squeeze my eyes closed again, mentally begging his hand to slide between my thighs and caress my pussy.
“Open your legs.” The demand in his tone has another gush of desire pulsing from my core. I open them slowly, my face flooding with the heat. His hand lands suddenly on one of my thighs and then the other in biting swats that make me first gasp and then call out.
“That, little girl, is what it feels like to have your thighs spanked.”
“It hurts!” I say and reach back to rub the itching sting.
“Hand forward.”
I immediately put my hand back on the ground. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to spank you hard, baby, and that means your thighs too. But you deserve it for putting yourself at risk by coming out here, understand?”
“I do,” I say on a whimper.
“Do you know how many people go missing out here? How many experienced people still get lost, succumb to the elements or starve? Have run-ins with predators or get hurt and can’t make the journey out of here?”
“I didn’t think of any of that.” My voice trembles as emotion churns inside me at the realization. “I only thought of getting to you,” I say and this time it comes out on a sob.
“That’s right. You didn’t. And I’m going to make sure you damn well do next time.” I know he’s finished talking when his hand lands again on each thigh sharply and then continues onto my bottom. My feet fly up as he alternates between my ass and my thighs. It’s horrible and because I’ve already started crying, more tears flow pushed out by the painful spanking.
“Let it out, honey. No need to hold it in.” His words are soft even though his palm is not and that makes me choke on my tears. He can be sweet and thoughtful while still being harsh and that for some reason makes me feel more cared for than ever before. He may be inflicting this burning sting on me, but he’s also there for me while it’s happening.
“I’m sor-ry, so… s-orry.”
“What are you sorry for, Kari?”
I stall to answer a moment, catching my breath and enjoying the momentary reprieve. But I sense his impatience and stutter an answer.
“For… not… thinking this through. For not considering the dangers.”
He pulls me up then, rising himself. It’s awkward and I’m shaky and he steadies me, before pulling me into his arms and holding me tight as I shake with sobs.
“Hush, baby girl, you’re all done.”
After a few minutes, he sits, pulling me into his lap and I snuggle against his chest, watching the flickering fire, letting the burn meld into something else.
“Daddy,” I whisper against his neck.
“Yes?”
“I’ve missed you.”
“And I’ve missed you.”
I kiss his neck and he moans. “Like a lot.” I wiggle a little until his legs come apart and I can slip between them onto my knees.
The fire crackles as I open the buckle on his jeans.
“What are you doing, little one?”
“Daddy worship,” I say, blinking up at his face lit only by firelight. His mouth curves in a half smile and he rises up enough for me to pull his jeans and boxers down, removing his boots to get his clothing off.
When I take him into my mouth, finally, he’s the one who gasps. I only slide it in and out a few times before I admire it, adjusting my position on my knees before him.
His cock is beautiful in the flickering firelight, long, thick, and shiny from my mouth. I rub the soft tip against my lips, closing my eyes to relish the sensation against them before running my tongue around the warm swollen tip and slipping it back into my mouth.
Landon’s hands cup my head, gently at first, with fingers threading through my hair to guide me on and off him, but then an urgency steals his composure and his fingers dig into my scalp. He groans as I suck, taste, and savor. Hungrily, I draw him in deep, until his tip meets my throat. My hands assist in my blind hunger firmly gripping his shaft. My eagerness is stopped short of my goal when Landon pulls me back, gently but firmly, by the hair.
“In. My. Sleeping. Bag. Now.”
I blink up at him, confused, my lips numb and swollen. His expression shows his torment and I’m mesmerized by it as the fire’s shadows dance on his face.
“Baby, if you don’t move your ass into my cot now, we’re both going to regret it.” His expression twists in anguish and for a moment I can’t decide whether I should take him into my mouth again and ease his pain or if I should obey.
I snap out of my trance when he swears, releases my hair and instead grabs my shoulders, shoving me back onto the ground with surprising gentleness for such a rough move. His mouth crushes mine, and I’m dizzy from the depth and passion in his kiss.
Grabbing my wrists, Landon pins them above my head. “Don’t move,” he grinds out and moves up onto his knees. He yanks up my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it. My chest heaves with rapid breaths when he releases me from my bra. I swallow hard, waiting for his hands to touch me. He only smiles as my nipples harden from the cool air. Twisting, he tugs at my boots but gives up and yanks my pants over them. “Open for me.”
He doesn’t have to tell me again. My throbbing clit yearns too badly for his touch. I swallow hard, watching him yank his shirt over his head and position himself between my knees. The muscles of his chest look even more defined than I remember, but I’m not sure if it’s from his time out here in the wild or the light of the fire casting deeper shadows.
“Baby girl, you’re fucking gorgeous.” His eyes rove my body before driving into mine. “You comfortable?”
“God, no, but I ache so bad for you all I can feel is my throbbing pussy begging for your…” I look down. “Cock.” Again, I decide it’s beautiful, standing tall and proud. “Please,” I beg and reach for him.
He shakes his head, a smirk playing on those beautiful lips, his dimple tugging at my heart. “How’s your ass?”
“There’s a stick scraping against a particularly sore spot, Daddy. And if you feel sorry for me even one tiny bit you’ll distract me.”
“The only thing I want you thinking about is me inside you.” He rises, walks to the makeshift bed and grabs the sleeping bags. Mine, still rolled, and his from the cot.
He lays them out and offers me his hand. “Up you get, little one.” He tugs me against him once I’m upright and his hard cock presses against my abdomen as our eyes lock. We’re skin to skin and despite the chill in the air around us, I feel as if we’re ablaze.
“You’ve been on mind every minute since I left.” He cups my face and kisses me. The tenderness doesn’t take away from my need, but makes my heart quickens.
“I didn’t believe in love, Landon. Not until you. Not until you showed me I could belong to someone without losing myself.”
He lowers us to the ground and nibbles at my lip a moment before speaking. “I’m lost without you.”
He slides inside me and it takes my breath away, each stroke further inhibiting my air, replacing it with tingles, spasms of delight, and a deep pulsating hunger for release.
Rolling my hips beneath his pistoning ones, I moan. His breath is warm on my forehead, his lips apart, his groans of pleasure mingling with my own. I rise high, coming closer to the precipice of release and fall over as his lips press to my forehead in the sweetest of kisses. His orgasm follows and we both call out into the dark night.
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