Page 38 of Wrong Cabin, Right Time
“If you want to make jokes, I’m going to punish you for it,” I say. I pull down her pants, tossing them to the side before ripping off her panties.
Sage gasps, and I see a smile on her lips in the mirror that only irritates me more. Seeing her bare ass on display, the folds of her pussy just barely visible, makes my cock twitch in my pants. I don’t waste a moment pulling it out, running my hand along my shaft a few times to make sure I’m good and hard.
I kneel down behind her, grabbing her waist tight enough that my fingernails dig into her soft flesh. As I shove my cock inside her, I imagine what it would be like to squeeze her hard and rip her apart.
“Oh, fuck!” Sage shouts, her voice echoing in the room.
It takes only a few moments before I can feel her getting wet around me, and I quicken my pace as I thrust in and out of her. I’m gruntingand quickly losing control of myself as I slam against her with as much force as I possibly can.
The fury in my veins empowers every movement, and I practically tune out her screams. I meet her eyes through the mirror as I see her staring at me, her mouth hanging open as her skin flushes from the heat building between us. She’s still watching me, even after everything. Her eyes don’t leave my reflection, and I force mine to stay on hers.
I move my hand from her waist, smacking her ass hard with my hand before rubbing it and massaging the red spot. In the mirror, I can just barely see a red welt forming. Sage cries out, moaning and shaking as I fuck her.
“This is what you get for going against what I say.” I smack her other ass cheek. She cries out at the force, and I massage it again, watching through the mirror as her skin turns bright red. “Tell me you’ll listen to me from now on.”
“I will,” she says through a strained moan. She bites her lip hard as I thrust in and out.
When I feel myself getting closer to release, I slow down and make more long, purposeful thrusts. Sage squeals, and her entire body shakes as she comes, her pussy convulsing around me as it throbs from pleasure.
My eyes never leave hers as I finish with an explosion of cum bursting out of me and filling her completely. Both of us are breathless when I pull away, and I stare at her as she turns around and looks at me again. Neither of us says a word.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, recovering. Sage’s phone alerts, and she stands up to see what it is. Both of us know it’s Eli without even looking.
The last thing we need is him getting suspicious about something happening, so I told her she needs to be on his good side. I have an idea brewing of how to get him to Lake Lure, and Sage might just need to be the temptation for that. I know she doesn’t like it, but talking to him is a sacrifice she has to make.
“What’s it say?” I ask, resting my elbows on my knees as I wait.
“‘If I was there with you, we would hardly be leaving the bedroom,’” she answers, handing me the phone.
I feel rage boiling in my veins as I look at the message. I knew that Sage was humoring him, but I had no idea the conversation was sexual in nature. She’s doing exactly what I asked of her, but seeing it is infuriating.
As I’m looking at their messages, Eli sends a picture of his dick completely unprompted. I shake my head in disbelief as I hand the phone back to her. She rolls her eyes and sends him a reply that I have no doubt is flirty and sexual, telling him how great it looks.
“What did you reply?” I ask, almost regretting when she sighs before answering.
“‘If only you were closer, I could see what that tastes like,’ with a bunch of drooling emojis.” Sage rolls her eyes once more and flashes me a nervous smile.
Her phone chimes once again, with an almost immediate response from Eli. Sage reads it out loud. “‘That can be arranged, babe.’”
Eli fully believes her when she says she’s interested in him. In his mind, there’s a reality where he and Sage will wind up together, living happily ever after. I can’t wait to take that from him. He doesn’t get to have that with her.
She’s mine.
I can’t wait to rip this guy’s fucking heart out of his chest.
Chapter Twenty
Sage
Travis is in his office once again, doing all kinds of research he refuses to tell me about. I take advantage of the time spent out from under his watchful eye and get to work in the kitchen. I preheat the oven and start putting my brownie mix together. I leave everything but the butter out of the bowl. Then I start making my cannabutter mixture.
Believe it or not, this is a recipe my hippie parents taught me ages ago. As soon as I was eighteen, they were more than happy to share their weed recipes. I guess that is a perk of growing up in a commune.
I add the butter to a pan and stir it constantly before adding in the weed. The familiar musky scent wafts to my nose, and I inhale with a slight smile. Since I’ve been in Lake Lure, I haven’t gotten properly stoned, and I am looking forward to it. With everything going on with Eli, I could use a break.
I strain the weed out of the butter when it’s finished and add the remainder to the brownie mixture before pouring everything in another pan. Travis walks out of his office just as I put the used buds in the trash can. He looks around suspiciously, sniffing the air before his eyes land on an open window in the living room.
“You have to leave the window shut,” Travis says with an annoyed sigh as he walks toward it and closes it. “We’re in the middle of thewoods. There are countless critters running around. I don’t like to smell skunk in my home.”
