33. Bad Things

CHAPTER 33

BAD THINGS

JACE EVERETT

I’ve nailed this trip so far. I came close to a panic attack when I researched everything, worried she’d find it stupid or boring. The second she spotted the ocean from the car, I knew from the look on her face I hadn’t fucked this up. And the animals? I expected a few sea lions, but the whales?! I couldn’t have paid for a better turnout. I had to drag her away from the pier, promising we could come back another time—maybe even on the way home.

“Puppy, if you’re taking me to some motel to kill me after showing me otters and whales, I’m kind of okay with it.” She looks around as we pull into the driveway. She’s right, from here the place looks pretty damn strange. Especially with the sun setting.

“Show a girl a couple of whales and she’s ready to become a crime documentary.”

“Are you saying I’m easy, Mr. Cooper?”

I park and run in to get the key. I spent hours on the website for this hotel after Lexi mentioned the place. She warned me about the campiness, and when I flipped through the pictures, I booked our room right away.

“Room one five seven. Enjoy your stay, sir.”

Each room has its own distinct look and theme, but I had more in mind when I picked ours. I almost picked the one with a bed made from what looked like an old stagecoach—we’re getting that room next time. Instead, I opted for the room with two king-size beds that face each other, a fireplace, and a soaking tub. It’s not the most adventurous room they have, but it’s a start.

When Ren walks into our room, she almost falls over, laughing. It’s the reaction I prepared for, and I’m laughing right alongside her.

There’s a giant stone fireplace that looks like it’s part of a damn mountain coming out of the wall. The floor has wall-to-wall deep, plush magenta carpeting, and the furniture screams antique rejects. On the other side of the room sit two four-poster beds, foot-to-foot, with only a small space between them. Impossible, ridiculous, perfect—the accurate definition of campy. I might go down to the office and book out a year’s worth of stays in different rooms after seeing this.

“What should we do first? Want me to start a bath?” I ask as I throw myself onto a bed, bouncing a bit.

“Maybe we’ll do that later.” She picks up the bottle of champagne and walks over to me, climbing onto the bed and straddling my stomach. “How about you open this, and I slip into something less comfortable before I show you what I packed?” I take the bottle as she kisses my nose, my chest, and even the tent forming in my pants before she takes her bag and disappears into the bathroom.

As soon as she shuts the door, I’m uncorking the champagne, pouring two glasses, and ripping my clothes off as fast as I can. I laugh as I pull off my shoes and almost fall over. No one has ever made me this delirious with excitement before. Sure, I’ve had decent sex before, but this? This is I’m gonna need a cigarette when I’m finished sex.

The one thing I’m looking forward to most on this trip has nothing to do with sex, though. The uninterrupted time together, holding the woman I love in my arms as we fall asleep, and not answering our phones. I run to my bag and dig to the bottom, making sure I remembered to pack the other box just in case.

I’m not sure if my knees or my jaw hit the floor first when the knob clicks and the door opens. She’s in pink leather lingerie with straps and chains. There’s even a little fishnet skirt accentuating her already perfect ass. I lick my lips as my eyes try to take it all in, but it’s hard to think. She’s fucking gorgeous.

“Already on your knees for me? Such a good boy.” She walks over and ruffles my hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling my head back. “I like when you’re below me. Do you like it when I tower over you for a change?”

“Yes, my queen.” I’m far too enamored to argue that she’s only a few inches taller than eye level. Not exactly towering, but enough.

She takes my chin between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing as she stares into my eyes. “Someone’s working hard for a reward, aren’t they? So eager you forgot to take off your shirt, Mr. Cooper?” She’s using her teacher's tone, and I’m about to melt into this crazy carpet. “Take off your shirt, pretty boy.”

I reach back with one hand and pull my t-shirt over my head, holding it out to her like an offering to a goddess. My goddess.

“And what would my good little boy want for a reward, hmm?” She moves behind me, running her fingers through my hair while her nails slide over my scalp.

The question throws me off since I’m used to her asking about my punishments, not my rewards. Of course, I’m usually being a pain in the ass by this point. “I—I want to please you?”

She steps back in front of me and her smile hypnotizes me right until her hand connects with my face.

SMACK.

I almost fall over, not prepared for that at all. She helps me back up, checking my face with soft, warm hands. The coldness leaves her eyes as she makes sure I’m okay.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t hit you in the face.”

“It’s okay, my queen. I…I want…will you do it again?”

Her head pulls back in surprise. “Chase, your face is kind of your brand, honey.”

“I don’t have any shoots for a few days, so long as you only use your hand, we’ll be okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, my queen,” I smirk. “Smack me, spit in my mouth, do anything you want to me.”

“Alright,” she smirks as she stands again. “I have some toys in the bag. Why don’t you crawl over there and pick out the ones you want to play with?”

“Yes, my queen!” I’m not the slightest bit humiliated about crawling over to her bag while she watches me. Why should I be when she’s complimenting my ass the whole way? When I open the bag, I’m overwhelmed by the possibilities. My brain shuts down, and my hand reaches in and pulls out the first thing I find—an orange and teal silicon unicorn horn.

I swallow hard and crawl back to her, handing her my offering. I’m so busy staring at the thing, I don’t watch what she’s doing. Not until she fists a handful of hair and pulls hard, forcing me to look at the thing. She’s attached the horn to a harness and I salivate.

“Good choice, Puppy. I wouldn’t want to start you with one of the bigger ones.”

She has dildos shaped like the giant cocks of mythical beasts, not just unicorn horns. I found them when I went through her bag a few days ago. When she stands in front of me, hands on her hips, sweat beads on my forehead. I might only be me, but it’s boiling in here, and I’m as hard as the goddamn fireplace mountain rocks.

“Safe word?”

“O-octopus.”

“Good, now open your mouth and relax your throat. Just like I showed you.”

The old me would have argued about this, saying I wasn’t into it. The new me? He opens his mouth like the greedy slut he is. All for her.

“Eyes up, Puppy. Tap my leg if you can’t speak.” She grips my hair and pushes my head down onto her unicorn horn dick. This one has a longer shaft and thicker base than the one she usually shoves in my mouth. I reach up and grab her hips, directing her thrusts and pushing her deeper with every word of praise and moan she rewards me with. Any noise she makes lights another fire inside me. I want more.

She pulls her hips away, and I let go of the toy with a soft pop. “My, what a greedy little whore you are. Are you ready for your reward?” I’m panting and give her a drunken half grin. She wipes the tears from my eyes and holds out her hand, motioning for me to stand.

“Hands behind your back.”

I follow her command and watch her fingers guide my boxers down my legs, letting my cock spring out. There’s a rush of euphoria when my cock thinks it’s going to get attention, but she stares at it like it’s in a museum.

“You’re already making a mess, puppy.” She licks the pre-cum from my tip and I groan. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

Once I’m in position, she tucks a pillow up by my head and two under my stomach.

“Ass up, head down. DO NOT forget the safe word, Puppy.”

The snap of a cap opening sounds like gunfire and I can’t control my breathing. It’s not a panic attack, not anxiety. Hell, I don’t know what to call it—anticipation? She’s talking to me, but the roar of blood rushing through me deafens me. She knows how to get my attention.

SMACK! It’s only her hand on my bare ass, but holy fuck, it's incredible. It’s a sting followed by warmth that spreads through my whole body.

“What color are you?”

“Green, my queen…what…uhm…are you…?”

“I’m going to fuck you,” she hums, her hands rubbing the heat of my ass cheek. “Like I said when you weren’t paying attention, I need you to relax and take calming breaths. I’ve got lube, and you’ll be okay. If it gets to be too much, what do you do?”

“Octopus.”

“Good. If you can’t say it for whatever reason, hit the mattress, and I’ll stop right away.” She’s rubbing her glistening fingers together and I swallow hard. “Are you ready to have the best orgasm of your life, pretty boy?”

“Yes, my queen.”

The smell of coconut fills the air as she rubs the slick out over my ass. She even helps me relax by playing the bongos on my cheeks and rubbing the horn between them as she eases me into this.

“Cynthia was right, Puppy. You have a super cute little butt.” She cackles and positions herself. “Okay, one finger.”

There’s pressure, it’s not too bad, it’s just…weird. She’s taking it slow like she said she would and she’s talking me through everything. No secrets, no surprises. I try holding my breath when she announces she’s going for a second finger, but her free hand rubs my back gently as she coaxes a breath out of me. There’s a noise, it sounds so foreign, but it’s coming from me.

“Do you like that, puppy?” I’m glad she has small hands, especially when the third finger goes in, stretching me and searching for that perfect angle. She knows when she hits it, too. Her fingers curl and I’m off the mattress, back arched till I’m almost bent in half.

“Oh, fuck! Yes. YES! Please, please don’t stop, Ren.”

“Do you want me to fuck you with my pretty cock now?”

“Y-yes.”

She pulls her fingers out, leaving me with this strange, empty feeling that doesn’t last long. She adds more coconut oil, and the cold sends a shiver up my spine, making me gasp.

“Breathe, handsome. Let me take care of you. Here we go. You’ve got this, Chase.”

“I love you, Ren,” I mumble with my face buried in the pillow.

“I love you too, Puppy.”

The tip of the horn pushes against me as she offers me praise and rubs my back. I hug around the pillow, moaning and biting the fabric. When the tip finally pushes through, I throw my head back and release a wail followed by a string of swears.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re doing so good,” she coaches, holding my hips the way I hold hers.

“More!” I yell out. The euphoric bands of electricity shooting through my fingertips as my toes curl. “Fuck your filthy whore, my queen!”

She rocks her hips, thrusting with short, shallow rolls of her hips. “Atta boy, taking my cock so well, aren’t you?”

It’s not enough, I need more. I rock my hips, pushing my ass against her. “OH JESUS! OH FUCKING FUCK!”

“Color, Chase?”

“Fuck me harder! I’m green. I’m green!”

“Do you want to take it all? Every inch of me in your pretty, tight ass?”

“Yes, my queen.”

I’ve died, and ended up in the weirdest, kinkiest, most fucking phenomenal sex heaven. She sets a slow pace, not wanting to hurt me, and every word she says to me is laced with the rush she’s getting from this. I’m lost somewhere in between pain and pleasure, as I hug the pillow harder and push back onto her.

“We need a mirror so you can see how pretty you look right now, letting me fill that pretty hole of yours while you fall apart..” Her hand travels up my spine and into my hair, teasing and playing. I let out another primal groan into the pillow and she smacks my ass again. “You’ve got a greedy little cunt, don’t you, Puppy? Now, let go of that pillow. I need your beautiful voice to pray to me.”

“Y-YES MY QUEEN! Oh, shit!”

I push onto my elbows, taking over the power dynamic and fucking my own ass while I jerk myself off. I can’t hear myself screaming because of the roar in my ears, but there’s soreness in my throat. My fingers dig into the sheets so hard my knuckles are white.

“I’m… I’m gonna?—”

SMACK!

“AHH, FUCK!” I scream out. My head whips back and my scalp stings from how hard she pulls, but fuck, I love it. The dynamic shifts again as she forces my head down and takes over again, slowing down her thrusts and rolling her hips at her own pace.

“Do you need to use the safe word, Puppy?”

I shake my head into the mattress. “Don’t stop! Harder! Please, my queen?”

“Good boys beg for their asses to be fucked, Mr. Cooper.”

“Holy shit. Please keep fucking my ass? Please? You feel so good, baby. I need it. I need your big cock in my ass!” I no longer have control of my words, letting them pour out and hoping like hell they’re the ones she wants me to say.

“That’s better.” Her calm voice sounds jarring against my wild, unhinged screams. “You like that thick cock in your tight little ass, don’t you?”

“Y-YES! OH FUUUUUUCK!” I shout as she slams into me again and everything inside me tightens. Shockwaves shoot through me and detonate fireworks in my vision every time her hips slam against my ass.

I’m worried I’ll pass out until she yanks my head back again. I’m fisting the sheets as I rock with her, finding the rhythm so we’re no longer fighting one another for control. She has it, she always has. I can’t stop, though. Every inch of me burns for her. The tightness in my stomach will give way soon, and my fist can’t pump any faster.

“Please! I’m gonna… I wanna come. Please, my queen?” Her hand comes down on my ass again and I damn near come, but she has fucking rules and I’m trying like hell to follow them. I let out another strangled cry of ecstasy just as her hips rock and thrust into me again.

“Such a good boy. Can you hear how pretty you sound while I fuck you? While I own your tight little ass.”

I’m shedding every last shred of control, losing parts of myself in the most primitive, animalistic way I can imagine. My mind becomes static, my vision becomes a snowstorm. Her voice cuts through the noise in my mind as she whispers, “Let go for me, Chase.”

Her fingers find my hand. I scream her name one more time, throat hoarse and tight as ropes of cum shoot onto the bed, the pillow, my chest, fucking everywhere. The world goes black.

Her voice sounds far away as she tells me how good I did, soothing me, rubbing my back. I’m too far gone to open my eyes, drifting away into my mind. Not a care in the world because she’s here, and she’ll take care of me.

When I open my eyes again, I’m on my side with a clean blanket over me. She’s holding my head in her lap, combing her fingers through my hair and singing softly.

She didn’t lie—that was the best orgasm I’ve had in my whole fucking life. My hands reach around her waist as I nuzzle into her soft belly. I’m exhausted and could sleep for an entire week after that.

“How do you feel?”

“Infuckingcredible,” I mumble against the fabric of her corset. My fingers drunkenly fumbling with the ties in the back.

“Good. You did amazing, baby. Come on, lift your head so you can get some water.”

I shift around so I can sit up, careful not to take it too fast. I’m surprised I’m not more sore, but she’s done this before. She holds my drink, offering me a straw. I glance down and find my hands shaking. I also find that she’s cleaned off my chest while I blacked out. I drink the whole damn bottle and half of a second one while she giggles and sips on champagne. When I curl back in next to her, she feeds me fruit and the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted. “No one’s ever taken care of me after sex, not like this.”

“I’ll take care of you, Chase. From now on, I’ll make sure you’re praised and worshiped, just like you take care of me.”

“Can we do that again? Like another time?”

“I’d love to, Puppy. You looked so perfect when you lost control for me. Like artwork.” She brushes my hair back, and a whimper finds its way out of me. “Does anything hurt?”

I shake my head, finding the string from earlier and pulling it. Her breasts spill out of her corset, and I wrap around her again, resting my head on her bare chest.

I’m losing the battle with sleep and I glance up at her through lazy eyes, remembering something she said at the pier. “You know, you don’t need a prince to save you, Ren.”

“I don’t?”

“Fuck no. You’re not a princess, Renate Silva. You’re a fucking queen. You’re my queen.”

Her soft laughter becomes even softer kisses as she pulls the blanket over me again. Just before I drift off, she whispers, “I love you so much, Chase Cooper. I’m so glad you found me. So glad you’re my king.”