A flash of light as the doors open, letting in the outside world. And there she is.
I want to be on this set when she comes in to find me for lunch. I want to be here, in front of all my co-workers, when she enters this life with me. I want to introduce her and show her off and be proud and happy that she is mine. And I want everyone here to see that.
“Grace!” I call out as she looks around, uncertain.
The whole place goes quiet.
Daisy Bryndle seems like a phantom. She disappeared after Grace was airlifted off that dreary Nebraska farm and never came back. I know Grace still struggles. She accepted Bebe’s advice about physical therapy. She’s done a good job putting it behind her.
I wave at her as I get up off my chair and walk over with long strides. I take her in my arms and kiss her on the lips. “God, I missed you,” I say into her mouth.
“It’s only been a few hours.”
“Too many. Now come on, I’ll introduce you to the crew.” I take her around and give her dozens of names she will never in a million years remember. And then I call the lunch break and lead her outside towards my trailer.
“Slow down,” she laughs as I pull her along. “What’s the hurry?”
I open the door to the trailer and wave her in. “You’re the hurry, Kinsella. Now up.” She climbs the stairs and I smack her ass as we enter the trailer.
“Don’t be a caveman, Asher,” she throws back.
That Asher shit used to bother me. But ever since she called me that back in the hospital, I take it as a term of endearment.
I scoop her up in my arms and walk her back to the bedroom. I look down at her face before I do it. I want to see the thrill in her eyes, the smile on her face. “Don’t do it,” she warns me.
I throw her down and turn her over so fast the idea of struggle never enters her mind. “I owe you so many spankings, Mrs. Asher.”
“No!” she protests, laughing.
“Oh, yes.” I pull down her shorts and my dick gets hard just looking at her bare ass. Fuck. I smack it good and hard and she yelps out as her cheek turns pink.
“You can’t spank me here.”
I smack her again and this time I let my fingers slip between her ass cheeks so I can find her slick pussy. “Goddamn, Grace. I must not be fucking you enough at home if you’re this turned on with two spankings in my trailer.”
She’s pressed into the thick comforter on the bed, so she turns her head and gives me a wink. “I’ve been waiting for these spankings for months, but you look like someone else right now. It’s weirdly erotic.”
Mmmm. Fuck. I forgot about the makeup. “It’s too weird to let me fuck you?”
She shakes her head slowly. “No, Master.”
Oh, fucking hell. I yank her shorts all the way down to her ankles and unbuckle my belt as fast as I can. She moans, still watching me with her head turned to the side, when my cock is finally in my hands.
I lean over her back and bite her shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Please,” she begs. “Do it hard. Fuck me hard.”
We haven’t had rough sex since before. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been craving it. I was gonna fuck her hard anyway, but her invitation takes away all my doubts. My hand slides back between her ass cheeks and I stick my fingers inside her pussy. She groans and wiggles enough to make me feel like she’s resisting. Like she wants me to take her, whether she wants it or not. This makes me crazy with desire.
I position the tip of my dick until it’s pressing against her warm, soft folds and then I stop.
“Tell me what you want, Grace.”
“You,” she whispers immediately. “Just you.”
I ease into her slowly. Not pushing hard enough for her, because her pussy clenches around my dick and she rams her ass backwards until I fill her up.
“Harder,” she begs. “Fuck me harder.”
I don’t, of course. “Don’t boss me, woman,” I tell her instead. “I decide how hard you need to be fucked.”
I decide she needs to be fucked very hard right now. But I’d rather save that for tonight. So I ease back out of her, just as slowly.
She moans with disapproval, but before she even has a chance to whine about it, I ram back into her, my thighs smacking against the back of her legs.
“Like that, you filthy bird?”
“Yessss,” she whispers. “Yessss.”
Her voice alone is enough to make my cock throb with want. I thrust a little harder this time and another. “Yes, please, more,” is whispered into the blankets on the bed.
“I think you should come to work with me every day. Let me make you my trailer whore. Keep you tied up on this bed, your legs spread open for me, your pussy dripping wet as you think of all the ways I will fuck you wild when I come for lunch.”
Goddamn, I might come from my own dirty talking.
“Do it, Master. I’m yours to use as you please.”
I pound her for that remark and she starts to moan a little too loud for a back lot trailer. So I pull out, flip her over, and place my hand over her mouth as my cock slides back inside her pussy. “Shhh, you wild thing.” She breathes hard through her nose as I continue to pump. Her legs wrap around my waist, her thighs pressed against my hips, squeezing as she tries to keep me close when I pull too far away.
I thrust one more time, pushing as deep as I can get. She stiffens a little with the force, her pussy gripping my cock so tight it can only mean one thing. Her reaction fuels my desire to have her. To spill my come inside her. My head falls back automatically and I feel the release and it’s over.
I growl out my satisfaction as her legs, weak and trembling, unwind from my hips. I fall on top of her, my pants still mostly on, her shorts still around her knees. And I pull her over so her face is resting on my chest. She breathes hard and heavy, panting as she tries to calm her racing heart. And then things slow… the rhythm, the pulse in her neck as I kiss it tenderly, my own heart… slows.
“I love you,” she says quietly.
“I love you back.”
Someone pounds on my trailer door and breaks the moment. “Yeah,” I call out.
“Five minutes, Mr. Asher,” they yell back.
“I’m bored at home,” Grace says.
“I’m sorry, sweets. You can come here every day if you want. You can come all day. I’d love for you to be here. But it’s boring here too.”
I want to be on this set when she comes in to find me for lunch. I want to be here, in front of all my co-workers, when she enters this life with me. I want to introduce her and show her off and be proud and happy that she is mine. And I want everyone here to see that.
“Grace!” I call out as she looks around, uncertain.
The whole place goes quiet.
Daisy Bryndle seems like a phantom. She disappeared after Grace was airlifted off that dreary Nebraska farm and never came back. I know Grace still struggles. She accepted Bebe’s advice about physical therapy. She’s done a good job putting it behind her.
I wave at her as I get up off my chair and walk over with long strides. I take her in my arms and kiss her on the lips. “God, I missed you,” I say into her mouth.
“It’s only been a few hours.”
“Too many. Now come on, I’ll introduce you to the crew.” I take her around and give her dozens of names she will never in a million years remember. And then I call the lunch break and lead her outside towards my trailer.
“Slow down,” she laughs as I pull her along. “What’s the hurry?”
I open the door to the trailer and wave her in. “You’re the hurry, Kinsella. Now up.” She climbs the stairs and I smack her ass as we enter the trailer.
“Don’t be a caveman, Asher,” she throws back.
That Asher shit used to bother me. But ever since she called me that back in the hospital, I take it as a term of endearment.
I scoop her up in my arms and walk her back to the bedroom. I look down at her face before I do it. I want to see the thrill in her eyes, the smile on her face. “Don’t do it,” she warns me.
I throw her down and turn her over so fast the idea of struggle never enters her mind. “I owe you so many spankings, Mrs. Asher.”
“No!” she protests, laughing.
“Oh, yes.” I pull down her shorts and my dick gets hard just looking at her bare ass. Fuck. I smack it good and hard and she yelps out as her cheek turns pink.
“You can’t spank me here.”
I smack her again and this time I let my fingers slip between her ass cheeks so I can find her slick pussy. “Goddamn, Grace. I must not be fucking you enough at home if you’re this turned on with two spankings in my trailer.”
She’s pressed into the thick comforter on the bed, so she turns her head and gives me a wink. “I’ve been waiting for these spankings for months, but you look like someone else right now. It’s weirdly erotic.”
Mmmm. Fuck. I forgot about the makeup. “It’s too weird to let me fuck you?”
She shakes her head slowly. “No, Master.”
Oh, fucking hell. I yank her shorts all the way down to her ankles and unbuckle my belt as fast as I can. She moans, still watching me with her head turned to the side, when my cock is finally in my hands.
I lean over her back and bite her shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Please,” she begs. “Do it hard. Fuck me hard.”
We haven’t had rough sex since before. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been craving it. I was gonna fuck her hard anyway, but her invitation takes away all my doubts. My hand slides back between her ass cheeks and I stick my fingers inside her pussy. She groans and wiggles enough to make me feel like she’s resisting. Like she wants me to take her, whether she wants it or not. This makes me crazy with desire.
I position the tip of my dick until it’s pressing against her warm, soft folds and then I stop.
“Tell me what you want, Grace.”
“You,” she whispers immediately. “Just you.”
I ease into her slowly. Not pushing hard enough for her, because her pussy clenches around my dick and she rams her ass backwards until I fill her up.
“Harder,” she begs. “Fuck me harder.”
I don’t, of course. “Don’t boss me, woman,” I tell her instead. “I decide how hard you need to be fucked.”
I decide she needs to be fucked very hard right now. But I’d rather save that for tonight. So I ease back out of her, just as slowly.
She moans with disapproval, but before she even has a chance to whine about it, I ram back into her, my thighs smacking against the back of her legs.
“Like that, you filthy bird?”
“Yessss,” she whispers. “Yessss.”
Her voice alone is enough to make my cock throb with want. I thrust a little harder this time and another. “Yes, please, more,” is whispered into the blankets on the bed.
“I think you should come to work with me every day. Let me make you my trailer whore. Keep you tied up on this bed, your legs spread open for me, your pussy dripping wet as you think of all the ways I will fuck you wild when I come for lunch.”
Goddamn, I might come from my own dirty talking.
“Do it, Master. I’m yours to use as you please.”
I pound her for that remark and she starts to moan a little too loud for a back lot trailer. So I pull out, flip her over, and place my hand over her mouth as my cock slides back inside her pussy. “Shhh, you wild thing.” She breathes hard through her nose as I continue to pump. Her legs wrap around my waist, her thighs pressed against my hips, squeezing as she tries to keep me close when I pull too far away.
I thrust one more time, pushing as deep as I can get. She stiffens a little with the force, her pussy gripping my cock so tight it can only mean one thing. Her reaction fuels my desire to have her. To spill my come inside her. My head falls back automatically and I feel the release and it’s over.
I growl out my satisfaction as her legs, weak and trembling, unwind from my hips. I fall on top of her, my pants still mostly on, her shorts still around her knees. And I pull her over so her face is resting on my chest. She breathes hard and heavy, panting as she tries to calm her racing heart. And then things slow… the rhythm, the pulse in her neck as I kiss it tenderly, my own heart… slows.
“I love you,” she says quietly.
“I love you back.”
Someone pounds on my trailer door and breaks the moment. “Yeah,” I call out.
“Five minutes, Mr. Asher,” they yell back.
“I’m bored at home,” Grace says.
“I’m sorry, sweets. You can come here every day if you want. You can come all day. I’d love for you to be here. But it’s boring here too.”
