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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago

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Not in that way - Lee Bodecker smut

The one where Lee likes to cuck his wife.

Warnings: smut, reader is Lee’s wife’s best friend, forced cuckolding (so not really cuckolding at all), cheating, betrayal, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation (not of reader), cuckquean humiliation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wasn’t really surprised when I felt Lee pull me to him, his hard cock pressed against my backside as he cornered me between his body and the counter. I’d made the mistake of stepping away from the crowd at the barbecue for only a few minutes, per Florence’s request for help as she needed more veggies that hadn’t yet been cut.

“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “When I had you sitting on my fat cock… bouncing those hips up and down.” A hand brushed my hair over my shoulder, making me shiver as I tried to pretend to be focused on the task at hand.

“You took me so well…” He complimented, a kiss pressed against my nape while his hand found its way over my breast. “You always take me so well…”

It was ridiculous how quickly this man could have me panting. It didn’t matter when or where, really. It seemed like Lee Bodecker had the secret recipe to make me wet, and he liked to use it whenever his eyes fell on me, or whenever he seemed to think about me.

It was becoming increasingly more often, which was why I wasn’t shocked when he sneaked out from the party his wife had decided to throw the neighbors and found me here. But as much as I couldn’t deny that I was ready and willing to take him - and the way my cunt clenched around nothing, missing the thickness of his cock, was a testament to that - I knew it was too risky.

This was different from the nights he pretended to work late only to spend hours in my bed before slipping into his, where his wife - my best friend - slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the betrayal the sheriff was subjecting her to.

I wasn’t dumb or completely heartless. I knew I was equally at fault. But how could I have known that one moment of weakness would turn into a need to possess? And once Lee laid a claim on me, there was no denying him.

He’d ruined me. I’d let him destroy my body, my reputation, my friendship - anything just as long as he kept giving it to me in that way only he knew how.

“Lee,” I hissed, trying to ignore him and focus on the vegetables in front of me. “Now it’s hardly the time.” The second that I felt his smirk against my shoulder, I knew I was in for it, regardless of what I had to say on the matter.

“Then why am I so fucking hard?” It was true. I could feel him, ready and throbbing for the release he assured me only I could provide him. “C’mon, sweetness,” he incited, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “She’ll never notice it.”

There was a certain appeal to doing this behind her back, I had to admit. It’d been there since the beginning, of course, but now that the rush of the forbidden was even more obvious, it lit a fire in my belly I just couldn’t deny.

So I gave in. I let him bend me over Florence’s counter, the same one where she made him breakfast every morning, and moaned like a fucking whore when he buried himself inside of me.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, and although I clenched, we both knew he wasn’t hurting me. I was always ready for his cock, no matter when or how.

There was nothing slow about how Lee fucked me, and I didn’t care. I loved how he was so eager to bring us both to a blinding release, and when he took me from behind and I got to hear the sound of his hips and tummy hitting my ass and the backs of my thighs, it didn’t take him any time to make me cum, which certainly worked in our favor today, considering the situation.

“Come here.” He pulled me by my hair so I’d kiss him and despite the uncomfortable angle, I couldn’t deny that was precisely what I wanted. Lee always tasted so sweet, it was intoxicating to have his tongue inside of my mouth, especially when his hand was curled around one of my breasts, like he was doing now.

“What is this?” My eyes snapped open at the sound of Florence’s voice, only to find her standing by the threshold of the kitchen, shock obvious in every feature of her face. I wanted to feel bad, I really did, but instead of stopping, her interruption only seemed to egg Lee on, and so when he picked up the pace, all I could do was slump against the counter, hiding my face against my arms.

“Lee, stop it!” She screeched, and I briefly wondered if she wasn’t worried about attracting the neighbors’ attention. I had no doubt she didn’t want anyone to know about this, but right now, as she witnessed her husband fucking her best friend, she probably couldn’t rationally decide anything.

“This is me fucking your best friend,” Lee helpfully offered, and I would have rolled my eyes at him if he wasn’t thrusting against that spot inside of me that had my toes curling, mouth running dry. “Wanna know why, Florence?”

I couldn’t lift my head to check on her, but I didn’t hear her respond. Lee kept going then, both in his movements and in his taunts, telling her, “because she loves being my little whore,” which only made me clench around him harder, loving to hear him degrade me like that in front of his wife.

Lee’s P.O.V.

Gathering her hair, I pulled her up to face Florence, taking sick pleasure in seeing how it affected my wife to look at my lover’s lustful expression while being filled by me.

“Don’t you, doll?” I questioned, keeping my eyes on Florence so I wouldn’t miss her reaction, catching the moment that she tried to avert her gaze.

“Look at her!” I ordered, quickening my thrusts so more moans of pleasure would spill out of my beloved’s lips. Florence was startled to hear me speak so loudly, following my command instinctively.

I could see the hurt in her eyes as she was forced to deal with the scene before her. I could see it, and I didn’t care. She could cry all she wanted. Nothing would make me stop fucking the pussy that was currently wrapped around me. I couldn’t.

Not when all I felt was bliss.

“See how happy she looks?” I asked, making sure Florence’s eyes were glued on the pleasure-filled expression on my lover. “She has no need to pretend that she doesn’t like sex or my fat cock stretching her little pussy. She just takes it, like the good girl that she is. See it, Florence? Look at her!”

I watched as my wife shivered at the scene we made, but also at my words, no doubt. I’d never been able to speak like this to her, especially not in the throes of passion. Sex with her was something quick and done to obtain some relief. At least after she managed to bag me, of course. Back when we were dating, she’d do everything she could to assure the ring that was currently on her finger, the one I regretted giving to her.

But I didn’t want to focus on the bad right now.

“Tell her how good it feels,” I ordered, pulling my lover up by her soft hair, forcing her to stare at her best friend, instead of hiding. I didn’t want her to feel bad about this, not when she was shaking with the intensity of her bliss.

I wanted her to remember this only for the good, because it was overwhelmingly perfect to me.

“It feels so good…” She moaned, head rolling back as her eyes closed only to snap open when she suddenly straightened up to face my wife. “You better get used to sharing him now,” she provoked, but it made me tense up behind her.

“No,” I announced. Both women in the room turned to stare at me, Y/N as best as she could considering the position we were in, but I knew what she was thinking. It was obviously the same laughable thought that ran through my wife’s head, if her widened eyes were any indication.

It took me one second to shoot down whatever hope she could still be entertaining about us.

“I want to be yours and only yours, darlin’.” I pulled the woman I loved so I could capture her lips with mine once more. She tasted so sweet, my head was spinning from the lack of breathing but I couldn’t find it in myself to separate from her.

“All mine?” She confirmed, the most delicious smile on her face before I kissed it away to wear it on my own expression.

“All yours, sweetness.” Sneaking a hand between her thighs, right where we were joined, I reached for her little button, wanting to hear her scream. The order to do just that fell from my lips accompanied by a slap to her clit just so she’d cry out for me. “There’s no need to be quiet anymore.”

I’d almost forgotten all about the woman watching us until I heard a sob coming from the threshold where she still stood. A mean smirk took over my face when I raised my gaze to meet hers again.

“I’m gonna breed her, Florence,” I warned, and that’s when she realized I was fucking her friend raw. “I’m gonna get her pregnant, and I’m gonna make you watch her belly grow with my seed.”

Just as the woman underneath me convulsed, a mean smirk took over my expression, and I kept my eyes on my wife’s as I fulfilled the prophecy I was threatening her with, “And you’re gonna help us raise the child.”

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likeahorribledream · 1 year ago

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I have a question about writers etiquette.

I saw a request that someone received, and the request just inspired me to write something. I’m not sure it’s ok to do that? Is it ok to write and post a story based on the request that someone else received? I really don’t want to go about it the wrong way. Thank you for those of you who will help!

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years ago

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9 + lee

9. “I knew there was a reason I f*cking married you.”

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: cursing, implications of smut

“What’s all this?” Lee asks walking through the front door. He takes his hat off and ventures into the dining room where not only is his favorite dinner made and waiting, but you’re dressed in your best clothes when you greet him.

“Figured you had a bad day,” you smile, kissing you husband quickly, but he holds your waist and brings you in for a deeper kiss. You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah?” he smirks, his fingertips grazing up and down your sides.

“When I called you at lunch you sounded stressed,” you pout, “hated thinking you were upset.”

“Just an off day is all, sweetheart, but you’re so good to me” he mumbles, holding your chin and leaning down to kiss you again. “I knew there was a reason I f*cking married you.”

“Wait until you hear what’s for dessert,” you giggle flirtatiously.

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sebastiansluts · 3 years ago

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Can you please write something about two guys holding your legs wide open whilst Lee breeds you? Thank you ☺️

Lee Bodecker x Reader; breeding kink, vaginal sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, light daddy/mommy kink

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Alright boys, hold her legs up, gimme some room," Lee said to his two deputies, standing on either side of him. You were laying on your back on Lee's desk, everything on it pushed to the side. You still had your top and skirt on, but Lee had pulled your panties off, tucking them in his pocket. His men grabbed your legs, hoisting them up in the air, spread apart wide, your pussy bared to everyone.

"Shit, boss, that's some cunt," one of Lee's men whistled.

"Wait 'til you see it good and stuffed, then it's a sight for sore eyes," Lee said, undoing his belt and slacks, letting them hang off his hips. He moved up, sliding his dick along your pussy, coating it in your wetness.

"Lee, please, hurry up," you begged, squirming on the desk, his deputies tightening their holds on your ankles. Lee slapped his dick against your clit, making you jolt.

"Patience darlin', let us admire your pretty little pussy, 'fore I ruin it," he grinned wickedly, tapping your clit a few more times with his dick. You writhed, trying to chase the sensation and get away from it, not able to do either, held in place by his men.

Lee started pushing his cock into you, your pussy stretching around the tip, then stretching farther around the shaft, his cock thick and heavy. You moaned when he bottomed out, immediately pulling back out and slowly pushing in again, making you keen.

"Fuck, look at you takin' me darlin', this little pussy is full o'me, gonna fill you up even more honey," Lee groaned, hips moving faster as he picked up the pace. His dick was gliding along your spot, your cunt clenching around it.

"Right there, harder, Lee," you moaned, hands tangling in your hair and pulling, needing something since you were unable to move your hips where Lee was holding them tightly to the desk.

He slammed his dick into you, punching the breath out of you, your hands flying down to grip his arms, nails digging in. "Gonna pump you full of my seed darlin', gonna make you round with my babies. You're gonna make me a Daddy, and I'm gonna make you a Mommy," Lee grunted, hips bruising your inner thighs, shaking from being held up so long.

"Please, Lee! Want it, want your cum in me, can I have it?" you pleaded, and Lee swore.

"Fuck! I'll give it to you darlin'." He thrust even harder, one hand bruisingly tight on your hip, the other moving to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb.

"Oh! Oh shit!" you shrieked, trying to pull Lee's hand away as you came, but he kept rubbing your clit, sending you headfirst into a second orgasm. Your pussy became an iron grip on Lee's dick, keeping him deep inside you, forcing him to grind into you.

"That's it honey," he said as you relaxed, pussy still pulsing around him as he started thrusting again. "You lay there now, let me breed you up good and full darlin'."

Lee grunted, hands moving to your thighs, spreading you even farther, his deputies adjusting their holds on your legs. You screeched as he hit a new spot, deeper than before, building that fire back up inside you.

"Yeah, there we go, that's your fucking cervix darlin', I'm gonna paint it white," Lee hissed, head dropping forwards to watch where you two were joined as he came, long and hard. It dripped down his dick, coating it, and he fucked it back into you, burying himself deep and stilling.

"Keep her legs up, we're here for another ten minutes boys, I want this to take."

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angrythingstarlight · 4 years ago

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Okay, so we know you don’t like Mr. Freezy, but how do you feel about this guy…

…bending you over and taking you on the hood of his cruiser?

Yes... my kinda NSFW thots below. No minors. 18+ only. Lee has a big ole c*ck. Vag sex, little bit o' dirty talk.

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He bent you over, one large hand resting on the center of your back, your face pushed into the coarse tweed jacket that he placed on top of the hood.

His cruiser is parked on the side of the deserted paved road with your smaller car right behind it. The darkness is broken by the dim glow of the cruiser's headlights and a few scattered stars peeking through the cloudy night sky.

It's exhilarating.

Getting the sheriff riled up like this.

You had stopped by the station to pay off a few parking tickets when you spotted the sheriff giving a lecture to some of his recruits.

All it took was a quip about his newly appointed deputy looking handsome in his freshly pressed uniform and you had Lee right where you wanted him.

You were nearly home when the good sheriff pulled you over, giving you a ticket for speeding.

You smirked as he wrote it up and when he tossed it you with a gruff goodnight sugar, you casually asked when Mark would have a day off, you wanna see if he looks just as good out of his uniform as he does in it.

Lee stomped back to your car, peering in your window. His blue eyes darkening as he snarled, “repeat that for me honey.”

Jealousy is a good color on him. You were soaked so fast, you think you made have stained your seat, your panties sticking to your pussy as he slowly grinned at you.

Now

Your hands are above your head, the cold metal cuffs digging into your warm skin.

Batting your eyelashes, you lift your head. "Aw dewdrop, all I said was Mark looked cute."

Lee glowers at your teasing tone, his calloused fingers pushing you back into position. He kicks your legs apart, pushing up your floral skirt with a rough yank, your panties dragged down to your knees.

The chill night hits your heated flesh a second before his large hand does. The loud smack resounding across the field next to you. “Now imma count to ten and you better apologize for disrespectin me in front of my men, little girl.”

“Go on Lee,” you sass. “I'll count for you, ten, five, one.” You prattle off, swishing your hips back and forth.

He chuckles, the sounds of his belt rattling mingling with your excited panting. “You don’t want me to count to ten, well let's see if you can take ten,” he smirks.

Your eyes widen at the feel of his warm smooth tip moving through your folds. His large hands parting your sore cheeks and he pounds into you, his cock sliding into your tight hole so fast your back arches at an almost unnatural angle, your drenched walls burning and fluttering as he stretches you.

“What's that sweetheart, huh, go on and call me dewdrop again.” He taunts, pulling all the way out, smacking your clit with throbbing cock. “Go on, I wanna hear ya.”

Grabbing your waist, he slides back into you, your pussy stretched wide over his thick length, he’s so deep you feel him in your chest. A shuddery gasp catches in your throat, your lungs not able to take the crisp night air in fast enough to match his rapid pace.

Oh, he feels better than you dreamed, his cock hitting spots you didn’t know you had until now. Your feet lift off to the ground until your toes are swaying over the dirt surface.

“Look at you,” he crows, “taking all this dick like a good girl.” His large hand smacking your ass as he watches his cock disappear into your snug warmth.

Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palm as you shamelessly sob his name. The vulgar sounds of his skin hitting yours gets louder when he brings your hips down, making you meet each deep stroke. A knot forms in your belly faster than you expect, your eyes glazing over as the pleasure mounts until its almost unbearable.

“There you go, thatta girl,” he grunts, feeling you tighten around him as he wrenches another needy moan from you.

“Hell if you squirt all over my hood, I might reduce to your fine to fifty dollars.”

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chezzywezzy · 3 years ago

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Yandere Arvin Russell (3/5)

Word count ; 3.8k

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I strolled out of the school doors, a noticeable pep in my step. Arvin and I had gotten into a habit of joining Lenora down at the cemetery. During the lovely - but terribly awkward - family dinner I had gotten to know her better. She was a sweet girl.

And Arvin and I, we took the chance to see each other whenever possible. A month or so had passed since our first meeting, and we were still going steady. My heart still fluttered when he held my hand, and he was still mystified with everything going out of my mouth.

It was easy to be in love with a man like him.

I was so caught up in my daydreams, that while wrapping around the side of the school building to dispose of some of my school trash, I failed to notice the group of boys trailing after me.

I tossed the plastic bag of scraps and leftover food before wiping my hands on my pants. I hummed a happy little tune to myself before turning around, ready to head back.

But instead, anxiety washed over me instantly when I realized three lanky and robust boys had surrounded me only a few feet away. I took a step back, pressing myself against the side of the dumpster.

“Well, hello, boys,” I greeted, giggling nervously as my nails dug into the green plastic. “What can I do for you’s?”

“There’s a lot you can do for us,” the main bully, who was hovering but a foot in front of me, chuckled. “I’m feeling nice, so how about you give me a kiss?”

I heard his counterparts laugh impishly. Fear consumed me, and when he took a step closer, I pushed at his chest. However, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward. I lost my footing, my face colliding with his chest.

“Or, if you insist, we can take things further, whore.”

I let out a shriek of fear, trying to beat him. But just as I struggled free, the other two bullies grabbed two of my arms and pulled them out, leaving me to struggle in between them. “Please,” I begged. “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, trying to violate me like this, but I swear I ain’t done nothing wrong to you’s.”

“Oh, but you did,” the bully in front of me hummed, grabbing my jaw hardly and making me face him, even though I kicked and squirmed. “On the contrary, whore,” he hissed. “You go prancing around like ya own the place. You refuse to go loving us poor boys that deserve a little touchin’. And that’s cute for a while, whore, but we’re getting tired.”

“Not to fuckin’ mention,” the one to my right interrupted, "you finally stop being such a prude and you go sucking that Russell boy’s dick when you owe us some of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“ We - we ain’t done nothing but kissin’,” I insisted. “Don’t do anything, please. All I ask is that ya spare me. I ain’t doing nothin’ wrong, boys.”

The one in front of me didn’t look pleased. His grip became frighteningly strong, and I could’ve sworn I heard my jaw cracking. I let out another gasp of pain. He suddenly looked bored. He yanked me forward and tried kissing up on me. I wasn’t able to avoid it, but I kicked him in the groin suddenly.

I yanked my arms free, having caught all three of them off guard. I pushed past them and tried to make a run for it, but a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I was about to scream, but a hand flew to my mouth, muffling my cries. The other two bullies, taking advantage of my cloddish movement, began tugging at my pants.

Tears stung the edges of my eyes as I flailed in the bully’s arm. My pants were pulled down, the clod wind hitting my bare legs. I knew I was burning red from shame as they greedily pawed at my legs.

“Let’s fuckin’ hurry this up,” the bully which was holding me gruffly demanded. “I’m too fuckin’ horny to be wastin’ more time.”

His minions chuckled cruelly. Fear coursed through my veins as one of their fingers looped into the side of my panties, about to pull down and reveal myself completely. I was trembling to the core, trying to wrangle myself free and escape, but I knew I was outnumbered.

The bully began to pull down —

A fist suddenly collided with his face. I shrieked as I tumbled on top of him, but I was quick to roll off and reach for my pants. The other two bullies shouted, turning their attention to my savior, embarrassment betraying their expressions.

I watched as someone - which I quickly identified as my Arvin - darted past me and tried punching another one of them, but the two overpowered him. The leader also scrambled to his feet and jerked him back by his collar, throwing him against the dumpster.

A screech escapade my lungs as I pulled up my pants, my attention on my poor Arvin, who was getting the shit kicked out of him. I dashed over, trying to pull one of the three’s shoulders, but they pushed me away. Once again I was sent sprawling on the ground, my hands chaffing against the pavement.

“Please, stop!” I screamed, watching as they kicked him to the ground.

Arvin’s face was a bloody mess as he rolled on the ground. The leader and his compadres laughed, finally stepping away. I trembled on the ground as they turned toward me. I shut my eyes, fearing for the worst.

But they walked right past me, only shooting a few final slurs my way.

I peered over my shoulder, seeing they had abandoned the scene. I crawled over to Arvin, who was still groaning and clutching his stomach. Blood slid down his nose and already there was a bruise developing around his eye.

I tired off a piece of my shirt and applied it to his nose. I cradled his head in my lap. “Blow,” I instructed shakily.

He coughed and did so, the rest of the blood spewing from his nose. I finished wiping it off and discarded it in the wind. Arvin coughed one more time, finally propping himself up on his elbows. There was a dominating fury in his eyes, even now, and I could tell he still wanted a piece of those bastards.

He finally sat up, to which I rose to my feet and offered a hand to pull him up, he took it, grunting as he finally stood. One arm was still hugging his waist and he ws hunched over in pain. I cupped his cheeks and placed a distressed kiss on his nose.

He chuckled dryly, pushing me away. His arm finally detached, and instead he cupped my cheeks. He wiped away my tears, to which I snorted up the snot back into my nose. Distress still consumed my every being.

“They’re not goin’ to stop,” I stated.

He sent me an impish, knowing grin. “Oh, they will,” he insisted. “My daddy taught me that it’s all about pickin’ the right time. And that wasn’t the right time. But no way in hell could I let them be touchin’ up on my woman.”

A small smile Ade its way to my face. I kissed the tip of his nose. “…I need to bandage you up. Your everything must be hurtin’ like hell.”

“Yeah, but Lenora’s waiting for us in the car and I have some shit I got ta do while you two are there,” he sighed.

My eyes widened. “But you never leave Lenora to herself.”

“I won’t be leaving her to herself. I’ll be leaving her with you.”

I nodded in agreement. I then slung a gentle arm around his waist and we started walking. Arvin had a slight limp, but I knew that was the least of his worries. We fell silent on the walk back to the car.

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“What do ya mean you have somethin’ to do?” Lenora prodded with scrunched brows and a confused expression.

As the trheee of us stood outside the car, Lenora had taken her bible. She was about to visit her mother’s grave and I… well, I was hoping to meet with the priest. I’d been visiting behind Arvin’s back because the one time I mentioned it he was very against it. And I didn’t want to make him mad, even if I knew he had my best interest at heart, but I also longed to fix myself and only the priest could help me find God again.

“I meant what I said,” Arvin spoke tensely. “It’s something I can’t put off. You’ll be fine on your own, right? It’s just for one afternoon.”

Lenora bit her lip. I leaned against Arvin, one of his hands wrapped around my waist on instinct. We watched her intently, although for different reasons. “…I guess so. You’ve just… never done something like that before. Nothing’s wrong, right, brother?”

Arvin grinned reassuringly. “Nothin’ at all, Lenora. I just have some work I got ta get done, is all. I’ll be back to pick you two up later, don’t you worry.”

I giggled, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. Lenora’s shoulders slumped as she caved. “…Right. That’s okay, Arvin. You go on and do what you have to do. I’m going to go talk to my mother now.”

Arvin detached from my side and wound around to the driver’s seat. I wanted to watch him go, but Lenora sped off toward her mother’s grave. I sent one last wave to the car before trailing after her. She didn’t seem upset. But with Lenora, I could never tell because of how much of a sweetheart she was.

I hovered behind her as she kneeled on the ground. She began skimming through her bible, finding where she left off. Mustering my courage, I tapped her shoulder. “Lenora?”

With doe eyes, she peered up at me. “Yes, Y/n?”

“I hate to be like Arvin, but I have something to do, too. I want to go see the priest.”

Instead of disappointment, her eyes sparkled and she clasped. Her hands together excitedly. “Really? Are you starting to go down the path of righteousness?”

I nodded. “I’m tryin’ like hell. I guess it’s alright with you, but… don’t tell Arvin. I know he doesn’t like the new priest at all.”

Lenora’s mouth twitched before fully forming into a frown. “…But lying is a sin, Y/n.”

“It’s not lying if I don’t tell him. Besides, I’ll let him know eventually. But I just need to be the one to let him know, not anyone else. So, on that note - it’s alright if I leave you here for a bit, right?”

Lenora nodded eagerly. “You’re right. Yes, go serve the Lord, Y/n. I’m proud of you.”

Courage fluttered in my chest and I nodded. I turned tail and began strolling toward the church. Even though I was trying to worship God and be more faithful, I knew that even I had a hard time understand why the priest was sitting in the church every day of the week, just waiting for people to stroll in. But I knew that was something to take advantage of.

I gently pushed the wooden door open. It squeaked, alerting the man in the pews of my entrance. When the young man spotted me, a boyish grin snuck up to his face.

“Y/n. I’m glad that you’ve decided to join me for a chat,” he greeted smoothly, sliding down the pew and motioning for me to join him.

I was surprised by his friendliness, and a smile graced my lips. I walked down the aisle until I was able to slide into the seat, my discomfort washing off me as my soul was flooded with the spirit. The priest reciprocated my joy, a handsome smile stretching across his features.

“What brings ya here on this fine Thursday? I sense something is wracking your soul,” he inquired.

I pursed my lips. “…Yes. I guess so. Today at school, these three boys tried to force lovin�� on me and I was so scared. My man, Arvin Russell, came and saves me, but the bullies hurt us both a lot. I’m still recoverin’.”

He pursed his lips, brows furrowing. He seemed caught off guard by that confession. “…That… that’s not your fault. The devil was in ‘em boys,” he conceded. “But you got ta clean your soul now. Only God’s touch can fix you of your filth.” He placed his hand on my leg, giving it a squeeze.

“But… why would I be dirty if I wasn’t at fault, sir?” I croaked, betrayal coursing through my veins.

“Because the devil used ‘em boys to sully your spirit. The devil has touched you, and only a man of god can cleanse your soul now.”

“But… I don’t mean to argue with you, sir, but why can’t I cleanse the devil myself?”

“As strong as God is with you, everyone needs help time to time,” he explained, his fingers ghosting further up my leg. “And now is when you need the help of God. Now, God can’t touch you. But a priest can, and a priest like me can cleanse you of the devil’s touch.”

“R - really?”

“Yes. But… it cannot be now.”

“Why not?”

“For the sake of pr - the spirit, it is best to be with God. And to be even closer to God than in his own house, is to be amongst his gift of nature.”

“I… guess that makes sense,” I meekly agreed. “But… I have my lover boy waiting for me so he can pick me and Lenora up.”

“Yes. And we will need much more time than this fleeting moment.” His hand withdrew from my leg, and he clasped his hands together. With a charming yet soulful smirk, he continued, "Perhaps this weekend I can pick you up and we can go down into the woods. We can pray together and banish the devil from your soul together.”

I clasped my hands together and my eyes widened. “Oh, thank you, sir. Nothing would make me happier than to banish the devil from me. Thank you for this opportunity.”

He chuckled brazenly. “Don’t thank me, my child. Thank the Lord, for he is blessing you with someone to guide you to righteousness.”

I nodded in agreement, abruptly standing. “Thank you, Lord. I must be going now. Arvin will be back any minute.”

He gave a small wave, not saying anything else. Instead, he picked up the Bible sitting next to me and began flipping through the pages. I walked out, not looking back. But my spirit was uplifted and I felt better. A part of me wanted to tell Arvin as soon as I could so that I could show him God’s love, too.

Lenora waited. And waited. At some point, it started to rain, so I showed her how to glue leaves together to make an umbrella, which she exclaimed was a great bonding activity. Despite Arvin’s disappearance - and possibly getting sick - it was a nice afternoon.

Eventually, though, he showed up, profusely apologizing. But we thought it was fine.

~~~

I tugged the boy up into the bulky branch, laughing when a branch plopped on his head when he pulled himself up. Arvin confessed prior to the activity that he had a fear of heights, so I made sure we didn’t climb too high off the ground. Just enough to feel the thrilling sensation of wind beating against you and having nothing under one’s feet, like a baby in a highchair.

Arvin panted slightly and readjusted his weight on the thick, bulky branch. He finally felt comfortable enough to intertwine our fingers. He let out a shaky breath before leaning his head on my shoulder.

My composure was casual; I was used to sitting on trees. Sometimes, I found one comfortable enough to catch a quick nap in. I giggled, reaching to his cheek and stroking it.

“Are ya finally going ta tell me why ya can’t take me on a date tomorrow afternoon?” he prodded, quirking his brow. His grip on my hand tightened, but not painfully so.

I sighed, leaning against his head. “Well, you’re not going to like it. I put it off until now.”

“…Yes, darlin’?”

“Believe it or not, the young new priest isn’t half bad. I swear it, Arvin. He’s been helping me find God and I’ve never felt better about the Lord. I told him about the problem with them boys the other day, and he told me the devil had touched me when those boys did. And he said he could help me pray an cleanse my soul with God’s touch out in the wilderness.”

Arvin pulled away form me, staring with bewilderment. “That’s bull shit! The devil ain’t touched any pat of ya, Y/n. The guy just gets a kick out of making people feel bad.”

I sent him a reassuring smile, cupping his cheeks as I swung my legs. “Trust me, lover boy. I asked the same thing, and he said the devil was in them boys. That I ain’t done nothing wrong, but it was good to cleanse the devil’s touch.”

His face scrunched up, including the purplish bruise around his left eye. A stubborn scowl appeared on his handsome face. However, I silenced what I knew would come next with a kiss.

I felt him cave, but only for a moment. He then gently pushed me away by the shoulders, his glower weakening. “I trust you,” he insisted. “I just don’t like that new priest. He insulted my grandma’s cookin’ when he first showed up. Made a whole scene about her chicken liver dish and ate it all himself in the name of God.”

I laughed. “Maybe that’s a little rude, Arvin,” I admitted. “But he’s a nice man. When my mother made me talk to him, he was so very kind.” My expression faltered for a moment, and I cleared my throat. “…Well, he sympathized with me about my life and told me nature was God’s gift. That God loved me and my mother was wrong.”

He furrowed his brows and his jaw tensed. “You and your ma don’t get along too good, do ya?”

“She makes it rather obvious,” I chuckled dryly. “She hates me more and more every day. I don’t really know why, but I don’t care either.I think she’s pretty darn glad I’m with ya. She hopes I get married and leave the house as soon as possible. Or, to quote her, ‘the devil will give you your match’.”

Arvin sighed, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I guess… I should’ve connected the dots a lot sooner, huh?”

“It’s fine, Arvin. When I’m with you, I ain’t got any other worries in the world. You know…” A tsunami of mourning crashed into me, and my voice felt strained. “I see myself growing old with ya. Wish I met you earlier. Maybe then you could’ve met my brother. He was… like you. You two would’ve gotten along well.”

“Why can’t I meet him now? Is ‘e moved out?”

“No. He was in prison and then he killed himself. Couldn’t take not having his wife. The county priest, when he moved out with his wife, raped ‘er. She killed herself from shame. And so, he killed her.” Arvin fell silent, and I didn’t even feel his breath fanning across my face. “I agree with what he did, though. My mother said the devil was in the two of ‘em. I never told her that he died, though. I hope she dies alone, wondering why she let her only son and daughter leave her.”

One of his hands gripped my waist and the other skimmed over my upper thigh. “I’m sorry. If anythin’, the devil’s in your ma.”

I sighed. “Well, enough about me, lover boy. Why ain’t you a God-worshipper anymore? I’ve heard rumors of your past, but I tend not to listen to sthem absurd people.”

“My ma caught somethin’ called cancer and she died. My dad killed himself after the funeral. I found the body. The Sheriff drove me here. Lived ‘ere ever since.”

“Have you… forgiven your pa?” I suddenly asked, grasping at his upper arm.

He frowned. “Lenora asked me the same thing the other day.” He thought for a moment. “What is there to forgive? He’s dead.”

“I… know how hard dealing with suicide is. It’s heartbreakin’. I remember when my brother died, I was angry and sad that he left me all alone in this world. But… I knew he could not live without his wife. I learned to forgive him and be glad they were reunited in heaven.”

Arvin tensed. “I… don’t know how ta answer. I never think about it. Grandma and Lenora and Uncle… they all helped me forget about it. I still remember the day like it was yesterday, but I never think about it.”

I nodded, understanding. “I have a feeling you haven’t let go of ‘em yet, Arvin.”

“Of course I have,” he snapped defensively. “Life moves on. I ain’t got time to waste on thinking about ma and pa.”

“If you have enough time to waste on me, I’m sure you mind finds the time.”

“When I’m with you, time ain’t ever bein’ wasted.”

I chuckled, melting from his words. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Sure, lover boy. We’re being really productive up here in this tree.”

“I love ya, Y/n. Ain’t nothing you could do that would drive me away.”

“Good. I don’t plan on testing that,” I giggled. “I love ya too, Arvin Russell. I love ya to bits. You’re the cherry fillin’ to my empty pie crust, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

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The Taming of the Sheriff (Part 3)

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Villain Reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Trigger Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+, Dom/Sub dynamics, sex, consideration of noncon, two baddies being bad, manipulative behavior, psychopathic behavior, explicit language, minor violence.

Series Summary: Starting over in the podunk town of Knockemstiff, you set your sights on new prey. Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s reputation proceeds him and fits the bill perfectly for your own purposes. Seduction is the easy part, but will you be able to keep the Sheriff in your thrall while keeping your secrets?

A/N: This series is written in collaboration with @weekendgothgirl . A tiny little imagine got kicked around and together it has been fleshed out into what we hope will be a fun romp for all.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Lee stared at himself in the mirror as he shaved, reflecting over the past few weeks. You had come into his life like a whirlwind and he had loved every damn moment of it. You teased him, tested him, pushed and pulled him, and, despite his intentions, wrapped him around your little finger. He was smitten with you. You were a drug that he craved every moment he was awake. Hell, even when he was asleep, too. You haunted his dreams.

He had asked you to go on a picnic today. He could see you gloriously naked, spread out on a blanket before him, and making that face just before you came that made his dick throb. Fuck, he was getting hard thinking about it now. He had never had a woman like you, independent, self-assured, and so free sexually. You were everything he never knew he wanted.

He was picking you up soon. You were bringing the picnic and he was bringing the blanket and booze. The weather was perfect and he wanted to see your breasts bared to the sun. As much as he wanted to fuck you, he enjoyed just being with you. You were smart, cunning in a way he didn't know a woman could be. Hell, you'd already helped him through one political situation that ended up making him look like the town hero and probably clinched the next election for him. You were goddamn perfect except for one thing. Your past was still a fucking mystery. Everything you told him was vague and it drove him crazy. He wasn't sure if anything you told him was true.

Pottering around the kitchen, you hum to yourself as you make up the picnic basket. You’ve been looking forward to today and the weather has decided to be kind. Warm but with a slight breeze to take the edge off the heat. You can’t wait to see Lee in the dappled shade, light and shadow playing over his body. The breeze over his naked skin as you slowly take him apart over and over. Biting your lip you could imagine the sweat glistening on his skin as he leans against the tree, clenching the blanket beneath him. Shaking out of your reverie, you turn to take the Tupperware of strawberries, grapes and apples from the fridge and add them to the bag.

Fuck. He really has gotten under your skin more than any other man before.

Glancing at the clock, you notice time getting away from you. You check over the food before adding a bottle of lemonade and your homemade chocolate chip cookies. You take a deep breath as you lean against the counter. Frankly, the last few weeks have been a lot better than you expected or bargained for. Not that you can’t handle him. It’s just that he’s different from the others. Not as black and white.

Lee drove up your street, glancing around. He noticed your nosy, fucking neighbor, Bill, was clipping his hedges while staring at your house. Bill's eyes flitted over to see the cruiser coming down the road and he immediately turned away. Lee slowed and watched your house. Clearly through your kitchen window he could see you moving around. Pulling into the driveway, Lee exits his vehicle but instead of going to your front door, he walks across the street.

"Hey Bill. How's it going?" He asks as he approaches the other man.

"Sheriff," the other man nods and glances around nervously, "Something I can do for you?"

Lee gives your window a long look, "She's a beautiful woman, isn't she?"

"Uh, yeah. She's okay."

"Okay?" Lee says darkly.

"Uh, I mean, yeah, she's beautiful," Bill stammers.

"I always think it's a shame when a beautiful woman like her can't even keep her curtains open."

"What do you mean, Sheriff?"

"Come here. Lemme explain." Lee's hand grips the back of the other man's neck as he pulls him next to him, facing your house. "See, the lady belongs to me and she just happened to mention that her neighbor likes to be a peeping Tom, Bill."

"Uh, no, no, that's not-" Bill doubles over and his breath leaves him on a gasp as Lee's fist makes solid contact with his stomach.

"That wasn't very believable, Bill," Lee grabs the man's head and slams his knee into Bill's face, shattering his nose. Lee holds him upright as blood streams down his face. A right hook is delivered to the man's cheek and he's on the ground. Desperately, he attempts to crawl away. "Now, now, Bill, we have to face the consequences of our actions," Lee delivers a solid kick to the man's ribs and he rolls over with a groan. "Let me explain. You're not going to look at her, her house, her car, her property, ever again. I'm letting you off light this time, Billy boy. Next time, I'll use those hedge clippers over there to gouge out both of your eyes and then cut your dick off. Ya get my drift? I can't hear you, Bill."

"Yes," Bill manages to wheeze.

"Good. You have a nice weekend. Weather is supposed to be beautiful," Lee straightens and glances around as he casually saunters to your house.

You frown, confused as you hear Lee pull up but there’s no knock at the door. You quickly look the basket over and place it beside the door before peering through the window. From your angle you can see the driveway and Bill’s hedge, where Lee is standing. Your eyes narrow as you watch him beat Bill, his voice carries in the air and you hear him warn Bill away. Your breath catches as you get butterflies, fuck. You can’t deny watching Lee beat your pervy neighbour is fucking exhilarating. He wants you to the point he’s fighting for you, just what you wanted. But there’s a bitter taste in the feeling. You had a plan to take care of your peeping neighbor. Biting your lip you tilt your head watching him straighten up, still he has solved a problem and taken it off your hands. You tap your fingers against your chin as you ponder, watching him walk towards you. Finally you nod to yourself. He dealt with a problem and you didn’t have to get your hands dirty. You can let it go. This time.

Glancing down at his red knuckles, Lee makes his way up your walk. He pauses to straighten his shirt and notices a small drop of blood staining the fabric. Ignoring it, he reaches up to knock when you pull the door open.

"Well, hey there, darlin'," he looks you up and down in the red plaid, sleeveless dress. His fingers itched to pull at the tie in the front but he knew better than to touch without your permission.

You look him over before pulling him in by the shirt, “Hi Lee.” You lean him against the kitchen counter, “you’d better clean up before our date. Honestly sheriff, beating your girl's neighbor and turning up bloody. What would people think?” You bat your lashes at him, letting him know you aren’t mad before turning to get your special mix guaranteed to get out blood. “Here, baby boy,” you smile as you dab a cloth into the mix and onto the blood spot carefully. You then dry it as best you can and hum satisfied, “All done. Now we can go.”

Lee smirks at your domestic side showing. He holds up his right hand for your inspection and says patronizingly, "I think my knuckles might need a kiss to help them feel better."

You raise an eyebrow dangerously, “well, you’d better kiss them then.”

Lee's eyes darken at your defiance. He slides a hand around your neck and brings his knuckles a little closer to your lips, "Come on, sweetheart. Don't you wanna make me feel better after I took care of your little problem?"

Stepping back you coolly answer, “the problem that I was already going to deal with?” You were going to leave it, you were going to let it slide but the arrogance in his voice and the implication he was doing you a favor wouldn’t stand. Your eyes flash and Lee takes a step back, “Don’t ruin our day, Lee. I was looking forward to this picnic.”

Lee feels anger coarse through him at the way you dismiss his chivalry. He had gone out of his way to help you and this is the gratitude you show him. Him. The sheriff. Lee sneers, "you just can't, for once, be like other women and give me a little respect. Fine. Fine, darlin'." Lee calms himself, "Let's go on a picnic."

Your jaw clenches, you hate hearing ‘why can’t you be like other women.’ You pride yourself on being different, on being independent and refusing to be a wallflower and a man’s doormat. You don’t need any man’s protection as he well knows.

You take a moment to breathe, eyes closing for a second before grabbing the basket. You’re still too mad to say anything and instead lead the way out the house.

Lee opens the car door and watches you sit primly. He knew you were pissed, so when he got in the car he decided to be downright brazen with you. "Let's put it behind us and have a good time. Everybody has little tiffs now and then," He reaches over and pulls you against him, "right, darlin'?"

Your jaw works before an idea comes to you. Your face is turned from him so he can’t see the bitter smile on your lips. You sit stiffly for a moment before melting into him, “Yes they do, sheriff.”

"That's my girl," Lee smiles triumphantly. Finally, he's won. His arm tightens around you and fingers inch your skirt up so he can run them over your skin. He'd make it up to you at the picnic, lay you out and make you come all over his fingers and face before finally feeling you squeezing his cock in that sweet cunt of yours. Good God, he was getting hard thinking about the ways he was gonna take you apart. He loved it. Loved watching your face and body as you reached that precipice and fell over. He'd learned to hold himself out. Prolong his own pleasure until you finally gave your permission and, fuck, he came harder each time you fucked. No wonder he was addicted to you.

You bite your tongue, biding your time. You know how to show him your displeasure. His fingers stroke over your skin and despite your anger, you can’t help but sigh happily at his touch. Despite everything you missed him, you’re a sensual person after all.

Lee drives out to a secluded area. He knew there was a short trail that led to a nice clearing. This time of year there were usually some flowers blooming and he knew you loved flowers. Parking close to the trailhead, Lee smiled at you, "Ready, darlin'?"

Nodding you grab the picnic basket, “Yeah, baby. Lead the way.” You smile as you step out of the car, breathing in the warm air. The scent of earth and vegetation makes you happy and calm. Sometimes you think you could live out here in the woods. Maybe when you’re older and less inclined to the lifestyle you have now.

Lee takes the basket from you, throws a blanket over his arm, and grabs your hand with a smile. Walking down the path, he's excited to see that there are flowers blooming in different spots and sees you noticing the same.

"The flowers are pretty but you put them to shame," he says. "You know what any of them are?"

“Mmm, I do.” You pull him to clumps of yellow, white and blue and gently brush your fingers over the beautiful plants. “These are daffodils and periwinkle. They both have connections to funeral wreaths and death. Apparently daffodils were a favorite of Persephone and you should never uproot a periwinkle.” You grin, leaning into his arm, ��it’s said if you do, spirits will haunt your dreams.”

Carefully leaning over you pick a daffodil and slide it into Lee’s buttonhole. “Mostly, they’re just considered beautiful now and all their meanings are largely overlooked.” Humming innocently you smooth his shirt before your eyes light up. “Oh fuck!”

You run through the trees to the tiny white flowers that caught your eye. Crouching down, you carefully study the plant as you hear Lee come up behind you.

"Whatcha got there?" he asks from above you.

“Fool’s parsley!” You grin up at him happily, “this is also dedicated to Persephone. It’s also associated with the devil because it takes so long to grow.” She reaches out to stop him from touching the white flowers. “Don’t touch, all of the plant is toxic.”

"Is it deadly?" Lee asks, studying the plant.

“Mmm, it can be. Especially if eaten. People mistake it for parsley, hence the name.” You stand, smoothing the skirt of your dress before taking his hand again. “So, make sure you know what you pick.” You tap his nose with a wink, the plants have helped ease your anger but you haven’t forgotten and nor will he when you extract your revenge.

"Come on, darlin' If you like this, I think you'll love the little spot I'm taking you to," he says, taking your hand and guiding you down the path. A short walk through the woods filled with sounds of birds and squirrels has you smiling brightly. Lee veers off onto a barely discernible path that takes you to the clearing. Dappled in sunlight, springy grass makes a lush bed surrounded by towering trees. Clumps of flowers and vines are scattered around and Lee grins as he watches you take it all in.

"See, the perfect picnic spot," he says triumphantly.

“It’s beautiful!” You spin slowly around to take it all in, skirt flaring around you. You smile widely, the clearing picture perfect.

You gasp as you spot a clump of flowers, a particular favorite of yours. “Bleeding hearts! I love those!” You turn, watching as Lee spreads the blanket on the grass.

"Of course they are," he chuckles, setting the basket down on the blanket. He moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck, "Do you want to eat? Or would you rather work up an appetite?"

You tilt your head, allowing him more access. “I think I know what you want.”

"You always do," Lee whispers. "Can I touch you?"

“Yes baby.” You press your back to his chest, breathing a bit quicker as you piece your plan together.

"Fuck," he murmurs. His hands pull up your dress, one hand going to your breast and the other plunging into your panties. His teeth scrape your neck and he presses his distended fly to your ass.

Your breath catches, lashes fluttering as you take a moment to just feel him touching you. You sigh happily as you feel Lee’s teeth and press against him. “Mmm, have you got a gun down there or are you pleased to see me?”

Lee chuckles as he slowly walks you backwards to the blanket, his hands still playing over you. His finger strokes lightly over your clit with each step. Under your tutelage, he's learned your body. How to touch you , to bring you to a fever pitch, to make you scream his name, and you are relishing his status as your star pupil. It's almost enough to make you abandon your plan but then Lee's mouth gets ahead of him as you let out a low moan and he says, "That's my girl." It brings back his high-handed comment and your resolve to teach him a lesson is cemented. Your eyes narrow and you know what to do. You’ll just have to show him he doesn’t know what he wants.

Slowly, almost bashfully you lay yourself down for him, the blanket soft and warm beneath you.

Lee's eyebrow quirks as he watches and then follows you down. There's something in your demeanor that's different but he dismisses it. He pushes your dress up and pulls your panties off. Kissing your inner knee, his lips begin a slow path up your thigh.

You hum softly, his plush lips always feel so good against your skin- especially now he’s more confident in how to touch you. Your fingers stroke over his cheek as he moves along your thigh.

Lee could smell you and his dick was hard as steel. He kissed over your mound before licking a stripe up your slit.

Moaning, you bite back the curse fighting to slip past your lips. He wouldn’t want that. Instead you focus on fisting the blanket, teeth sunk into your lip.

Normally, that action had you moaning but you didn't make a sound. Lee lapped at your clit just the way you taught him wanting to hear your pleasure. You let your hips roll against his face for a moment before pulling him back. If you let him carry on you’d crack and your plan would be ruined. You have to get him to fuck you. Reaching down you paw at his pants, trying to get to his cock.

"What's the matter, darlin'? Need my cock to fill you up?" Lee smirks but there's a hollowness to his voice. A question left unasked and uncertainty flows through him. Usually you love foreplay. You want to be fingered, eaten, to tease him, to make him desperate before you finally let him feel your warm heat wrapped around him, but if this is what you wanted, he'd give it to you. He'd fuck you until you made the sounds he craved, that face that tells him how your body craves him as much as his desires yours.

“Mhmm.” You look at him under your lashes, “Need you, baby.”

"Fuck," Lee nearly rips his fly opening it. His cock finds your wet heat and he groans as he presses his head to your entrance. You moan lightly, encouraging him to press inside. He enters you slowly, drawing out the pleasure of you wrapping around him, "You're always so fucking wet."

“Just for you.” You lick your lips, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling his face into your neck.

Lee ruts into you, trying every trick, every motion you've taught him to draw out your moans but you remain silent. Fuck, it’s so hard to lay there, silent and barely moving. All you want to do is scratch and mark and scream but you hold on to the fact he needs this lesson.

Lee sucks your tit into his mouth while pulling your leg up to get a deeper angle. Fuck, you feel good around him. He's trying his damnedest to hold back but your cunt is clenching around him. It feels amazing but he wants to hear you and feel your hands on him. Indoctrinated to the understanding that the more pleasure he gives, the better he feels, he is keenly aware of your lack of enthusiasm. He slows and asks, "You okay, darlin'? You wanna change up? Be on top?"

You bite your lip, lashes fluttering. “Is that what you want?”

Lee's brain stops for a moment. He's confused by your docile behavior. He thinks maybe by giving you the control of being on top, you'd enjoy it more. He looks down at you, "Uh, yeah."

He rolls you on top of him and rubs your thighs gently.

You look down at him demurely, hands splayed on his chest for stability. A large part of you is dying to give in and just ride him until you both come hard but you’ve taken it this far, you can’t give in now. Slowly, carefully, almost as though you’ve never done this before, you move on him.

Lee watches you, confusion still marring his face but his cock is twitching at the feeling of you around him. He moves his hand to curl a finger over your clit, wanting to watch your face infuse with pleasure. Your teeth sink into your lip, cunt clenching around him as you fight to stay quiet. Pleasure fizzes through you and you wonder when he’ll give in and just chase his pleasure.

"That feel good? Come on, baby, let me hear you. Please," Lee begs as his cock screams wanting release.

Fuck. He’s so close you can almost taste it, he’s that desperate but he needs something from you. You wrack your brain for something a prim and proper housewife could say for her husband and his ego. Speeding up your movement, you say sweetly, “You feel so good, baby. I need you.”

"Fuck, I can't- Fuck!" Lee's hips buck up into you as he loses his battle and comes. You immediately get off of him, sit down and open the basket. You begin pulling out food while nibbling on a grape. Lee stares at you with a furrowed brow as he does his pants back up. "What the fuck was that?"

You glance at him steadily and shrug, “You wanted me to be just like other women. That was like them, right? Submissive, still, quiet, and unsatisfied. Only wanting her man to come, so he can get off her.” You adjust your dress, pulling a sandwich out and biting it viciously. “Be careful what you wish for.”

"That's not what I meant!"

You raise an eyebrow, “It isn’t? You said you wanted me to act like other women. This is part of it. You either take me as I am and shut the fuck up about how I should be like other women, or you have this. Your choice.”

Lee's jaw worked as he stared at you. Fuck, you were an enigma. He thought he had won earlier but you had played him. You're a fucking siren luring him to his death. Goddamnit, he was pissed at himself. He had let you lure him in and now he was addicted. You had turned him inside out. He was always a self-serving man. He wanted to get his and move on. You had changed that. Now, he craved the control you wielded over him. He was desperate to feel you come around him, to touch you, to just hear your voice. You had made him see the pleasure in giving and the ecstasy of delayed gratification.

He had fucked you and he had come just now but it was hollow. It had felt good but he wanted that sharp edge you gave it. He wanted your enthusiasm for the act, the praise when he does well, and especially the twisted mind that drew him in. Fuck, he wanted you more than anything. Even enough to do this. "I'm sorry. You're... right," the words could barely push past his lips but they did. He stared at you, waiting.

You tilt your head, weighing his words and studying his face. You can see the confusion still lingering and anger, which was often there but you’d learned that was usually to do with something internal. Most of all there was sadness and, in his eyes, need. His words though, that was what cinched it for you. Not only did he apologize but he admitted fault. That would have stung him. He can’t admit he was wrong, not the big, bad sheriff.

Eventually you gesture for him to come close and he practically trips in his haste to get to you. Your hand curls around his cheek and you pull him close, lips almost touching. “Don’t you ever fucking tell me to be like everyone else again.” Your nails dig into his skin, “Understand? I am more than that. I am a force of fucking nature.”

At his nod you pull his face into a deep, desperate kiss and he kisses back with the same need. He’s careful not to move a muscle without your say so. Fully back in his subspace, he wanted only to please you, to make up for his stupid mouth and desperately wanted to make you feel good. He itched to lay you back as he had imagined before the picnic, naked with the sun on your breasts and his mouth on your cunt but he waited. He waited to find out what you wanted.

Pulling back you lick at his lips and smile. “Good boy.”

You pat at your thigh and help him arrange himself with his head in your lap. “That’s all I wanted. See people like me, like us, we aren’t like others. We’re special and we should never feel like we should be like them, no matter what anyone says.” Your eyes darken for a moment, like a cloud crossing the sun, before lightening to focus on Lee, “Always remember that. We aren’t like everyone else,” You stroke his hair while feeding him a grape, “and remember you owe me for the lack of pleasure.” You look at him mischievously as you wiggle your fingers under his shirt and stroke the soft skin of his belly.

Lee stayed in your lap smiling up at you as you fed him bites of food and teased his body. Conversation flowed now that the tension between the two of you was relieved. You laughed with him. It was one of the differences in your relationship with him than any man you had been with before. You enjoyed his company even when he challenged you. Possibly because he challenged you in all the right ways. You were finishing the last few bites of food and Lee's lips were wandering up your thigh when you both cock your heads at the sound of a car.

"I thought we were in the woods. How close to the road are we?" you ask.

"We're not. There's a field about 50 yards that way but it's off the beaten path. You'd have to drive a rutted road to get to it. I'm gonna go take a look. Be right back."

Your eyes narrow and you nod, after a moment’s hesitation you slip your hand into your handbag and pull out a knife, opening it with a flick of your wrist, “Be careful.”

"I like when you worry about me," Lee smirks as he reaches for the gun around his ankle. He smiles at you one more time before walking towards the sound of the car. He's careful to stay hidden as he approaches and watches as the preacher, Preston Teagardin, sits in the car talking to the Baxter girl, who couldn't be more than 16 or 17. What was he doing with her way out here?

Your ears are straining to hear Lee’s footsteps and any hint of trouble around the sounds of nature. Moments ago the sounds were beautiful but now they’re an impediment to your safety.

You move slowly, getting up onto your knees and scanning the tree line carefully. With Lee gone you let your instincts take over, knife poised for quick movement.

Lee noticed the girl’s bike was propped next to the car. The preacher could be heard through the open windows of the car. He was talking about showing yourself to the Lord as the Lord made you. It took Lee only a few minutes to understand exactly what the preacher was talking that girl into doing. Lee might not be a choir boy but he sure as hell wouldn't be messing with little girls, not even out of school. Not to mention, Ed Baxter was a friend of his and the last thing Ed needed was his daughter getting knocked up by a married man.

It only took you a few more moments before you decided to follow Lee’s tracks and combine forces. You stand up, still listening as you slip between the trees. Silently reaching Lee and placing a hand on his gun arm, so he knows it’s you.

“What is it?” You whisper into his ear, close to his skin.

Lee glances back at you before returning his eyes to the scene in front of him and quietly explains the situation. Your grip tightens on your knife, jaw working as you fight the urge to storm up to the car and castrate the fucker. He wants to take what he wants, doesn’t matter who it hurts. Poor girl doesn’t look old enough to understand what’s happening but you and Lee do.

Lee must see it in your face, the urge to hurt him. It should worry you, the mask slipping and letting him see too much. You shrug it off, he’ll just be more prepared. All you can think of now is the girl and the man preying on her.

Lee looks from the car to you and back again in time to see the young lady reach for the buttons of her blouse. It was enough to send you surging forward but Lee caught your arm, "I know you're more than capable of handling this but let me do it. Please."

Taking a deep breath, you clear the red from your vision and look at Lee. Really look at him.

There’s no anger or fear, no pity or disgust, just love, respect and understanding. He isn’t reviled by you or your urge to hurt the preacher, he understands. Licking your lips, you hold onto him for a moment to ground yourself before nodding. It’s for the best. He’s the sheriff. He can do it in a better way but god, it would be so satisfying to hear the preacher beg and scream.

Lee moved his hand from your arm to cup your jaw and smiles at you, "Trust me."

You nod at him and watch as he walks leisurely to the edge of the wood. He emerges just in front of the car with a fake smile plastered on his face. The girl blanches, quickly rebuttoning her blouse and pulling her cardigan tightly around herself. The preacher pats her knee reassuringly before stepping out of the car, "Why, Sheriff Bodecker, what brings you out all this way?"

"Same as you I believe, Preacher Teagardin, entertaining a lady friend," Lee stares.

"The young lady was in need of some counsel," the preacher explains.

"Since when does counsel require undressing?" Lee asks coldly.

"She's confused, Sheriff. She was trying to seduce me but I had it in hand."

Lee bends a little to look at the girl, "You're Eddie Baxter's girl, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Sheriff," she says shyly, getting out of the car.

"Ed and I go way back," Lee says, glancing at the preacher before returning his gaze to the girl, "Why don't you head home? Make sure you tell your daddy I said hello."

The girl nods as she boards her bike and quickly rides away. He turns back to the preacher and stares intimidatingly at him, waiting for him to speak.

"These girls, they have delusions that a man like me would want them carnally. I was setting the girl straight when you walked up-" The preacher stops when the underbrush rustles and you step forward. He smiles piously, "Hello. You must be the sheriff's lady friend."

Your knife is still open, behind your back pointing down along your thigh, ready if needed. Your gaze flicks over the man before you, allowing him to see that you find him lacking. “Hello. Yes, I am.”

"You should be careful, Sheriff. An elected official like yourself could set tongues a-wagging' being out here with a loose woman," the preacher says slyly.

You lay a hand on Lee’s shoulder and he takes a step back. “I’m not a loose woman, preacher. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants and enjoys sex.” You take a moment to happily digest the preacher's shocked expression, knowing women don’t talk like that around here. “But I understand how that would scare you, considering your type.” Your gaze flicks to the passenger seat where a ribbon lays on the leather.

You return your gaze to him and continue conversationally, “You should pray that those things you preach aren't true. Else you’re going to have a long, hot journey when you die. There’s a special place in hell for men like you.” You smile, beautiful and dangerous and full of promise of darkness. “And if there isn't, there's other ways to bring hell to earth. So before you judge others, maybe take a look at yourself.” Raising your knife you watch him tremble before scratching it along the side of his car. “You’re not untouchable and there are people watching, preacher.” Your voice drips with disdain as you finish talking and turn to Lee with a wink. The man had pissed you off but you’d held your temper in check and retaliation only left your lips.

Lee had never been so hard in his life. The way you took control and never backed down for a second from the preacher was awe-inspiring. Most people would quell at the man who was supposedly a messenger of God, but not you. You were different., just as you said. There was something dark and twisted within you that he enjoyed immensely. He had seen glimpses of it before but this larger spark revealing itself was absolutely invigorating.

"I think that was a very clear message she just delivered there, preacher. I assure you, don't test her. Or me. Stay away from the Baxter girl. I would also highly suggest you forget about any of the ladies besides that lovely wife of yours," Lee had taken measured steps towards the other man while speaking. He wanted to throw a punch, to beat the man in front of him to a bloody pulp, but the girl had seen him and gossip was as good as front page news in a small town. "And above all, never speak ill of her again," Lee whispers in his ear, "or I will kill you."

Gently you place your hand on Lee’s arm, “let’s leave the preacher now, we’ve a picnic to finish and he has things to think about.” You send a hard glare his way before looking back at Lee and smiling.

Lee stares down the preacher until he slinks back to his car and peels out. Once he's gone, Lee turns back to you and takes your hand, intertwining your fingers and bringing them to his lips for a kiss. You smile wider, pleased with how it went. “We’ll need to keep an eye on him baby.” You squeeze his fingers and lead him back to your blanket.

"Absolutely but, right now, I think I owe you some well deserved pleasure," Lee smiles.

“Mmm, I won’t say no to that,” you purr softly, pulling him to the blanket. “Earlier wasn’t much fun and you know I like my fun.” You grin, sitting back on the blanket and gesture for him to join.

Lee kneels down and crawls over you, laying you back, "I wanna see the sun on your skin. Please, darlin'."

Nodding, you slide a hand between your bodies along his chest and feel his heart beating. “Then you’d better undress me.”

Slowly, Lee pulls the tie of your dress, then pulls the straps down your arms, kissing his way along your neck as he did. He leans back to watch as the fabric is slowly pulled down your body. The sun hits your breasts and Lee's mouth waters at the sight. Each inch of skin is gloriously lit by sunshine as he removes every scrap of cloth between you and his hands. When he's done, he sits back on his knees and begins unbuttoning his own shirt while allowing his eyes to wander over you.

“Mmm. Show me,”yYou stretch luxuriously on the blanket, completely at ease with your nakedness and his attention.

Lee strips off his shirt and stands up to kick his shoes off. His belt and fly are undone quickly but then a moment of inhibition hits him.

“That’s my boy, look at you glowing in the sun.” You grab his wrist and pull him down between your legs and into a deep kiss.

Fuck, Lee wants to get inside you again but he knows he owes you. He kisses you back, hands wandering over you, and waits for your instruction. Nosing happily at him you whisper against his lips. “Touch me. Please me.”

He needs nothing more than that. His lips attach to your breast, suckling you, as his hand wanders down to your folds. He's immediately met with your slick and he glides his fingers through it teasingly. Finally able to revel in pleasure and react, you groan happily as your nails scratch over Lee’s scalp. Your chest bucks and you moan his name.

Lee's cock jumps at the sounds you make and he drags his tongue across your chest to your other breast. He lavishes it with attention before meandering his tongue down your stomach, dipping it into your belly button, and finally making his way to where you need him most. He spreads you wide and licks a stripe up your cunt making you clench. His tongue makes lazy circles around your clit. He takes his time tasting you, building you up, and finally slips a finger into your weeping cunt.

Fuck. You clench around him, crying out at how good it feels but still needing more. Earlier was like a disappointing appetizer before a breathtaking main course. You fist the blanket, this time in open pleasure, and open your legs wider for him, showing yourself completely to him.

His tongue works over you, making you writhe. His finger curls into your g spot matching each long slow lick over your clit, drawing out your pleasure.

Your legs wrap around him as you ride his face, “more, baby.”

He adds another finger and ramps up the pace. Your greedy cunt clenches down on his fingers and he moans against you as his cock weeps precum. The vibration from his mouth makes you moan and tug his hair, your orgasm so close you can practically taste it. Lee knows that sound like the back of his hand and immediately sucks on your clit. You buck against him, riding his face while he moves his fingers faster inside of you. Crying out you come over Lee’s face, thighs shaking and heart racing as pleasure floods your senses. Your body twitches, legs tight around Lee as you ride your orgasm, eyes closed as you bask in the feeling. Lee smiles against you but doesn't stop, after all, he owes you. He keeps going, changing up his pace, and scissoring his fingers inside you.

“Ohhhh fuck. Lee.” You cry out, body recovering from your orgasm and simultaneously building up pleasure again. His fingers are thick and feel so good inside you as you grind down against him. He fucks you thoroughly with them, laps against your clit, and his hips flex as his cock screams for friction. Your fingers sink into his hair, tugging as moans and his name spill from your lips. Your body moves if it’s own accord, Lee conducting you in your own personal pleasure. When you come you can’t do anything but scream and hold onto Lee.

"Fuck," Lee whispers as he kisses his way back up your body. He puts his lips next to your ear, "I hope that partly made up for earlier. What can I do for you next, darlin'?"

“Mmm,” you wrap yourself around Lee, tilting his head towards you and kiss him deeply. “I want you to fuck me.”

Lee rubs his cock along your wet slit, savoring the feel before pressing in slowly. He takes measured strokes, enjoying the feeling of your tight cunt.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans as he takes his time with you.

“So do you, baby. Fuck,” your hands stroke over his back, nails gently trailing over his skin. “Much better now that I can show how I feel.”

Lee lifts himself up on his arms a little more to give a few harder thrusts, watching your face contort with each one.

“God Lee. Never make me do that again, you feel too good.”

One of your hands curls around his neck, the other scratches lightly down his chest to tease his nipple. Your back arches as he hits the spot inside you that makes you see stars. “There, sheriff, right there. Don’t fucking stop.”

"Not gonna stop, darlin'. Not til you scream. I need it," he drinks in the sight of your face as he hits deep again and again. His thoughts only on making you come all over his cock, holding back his own pleasure to ensure yours.

Licking your lips you look at him, hazy with pleasure “Good. I deserve to scream to the sun.” You grip him tight, his hip bruising under your hold and his breath coming a little harder.

"Please, darlin'. Give it to me, please. I'm begging you, baby," Lee groans as he pounds into you.

God. Fuck. Lee’s words help push you over the edge and you scream out, as he promised. Your body shakes beneath him as you come, covering his crotch and thighs as you squirt. He lowers himself over you, burying his face in your neck, and breathing deeply. His thick cock is still filling you as he waits for your permission to move, to come. The aftershocks hit you and you clench around him making his breath catch each time. His cock so sensitive from holding out as he's been trained to do.

You smile against his shoulder and lay a small kiss on it. Deciding to reward him for how well he's taken to your lesson and the way he handled the preacher, you roll him under you and ride him. Your hands wander over his torso as you tease him with your words, "How long can you hold out, sheriff? Feeling my sweet cunt fucking you so good? Can you hold back, baby boy, until I give you permission to fill me up?"

Lee groans and clenches his jaw, "I can do it."

“Good boy.” You lean down to kiss along his jaw as you move. “How badly do you want to come?” You lean back to tease his nipples, biting your lip as you ride him harder.

"Fuck, so bad," Lee whines. His eyes squeeze shut tightly and all his concentration on holding back while still feeling the pleasure you give.

“Have you learned your lesson?” You pinch his nipple and clench around his cock.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, baby, please! Please!" Lee cries, clenching his jaw and rutting up into you.

You smile darkly, shifting to lean over, your hands on his chest as you move quicker, “Come for me baby boy. Fill me up.”

Lee lets out a loud cry as he bucks upwards, coming so hard he thought he'd black out for a second. He pants letting out gasps as aftershocks hit him. When he finally calms enough to open his eyes, the tender look on your face and satisfied smile tells him he's forgiven for his earlier blunder.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans out as you lean down to kiss him.

“Oh, I know,” you wink and rub your nose against his. “When you’re ready we should go home. We definitely need a bath.” You look at him for a moment, thumb tracing his lips before adding, “and you aren’t too bad yourself sheriff.”

Lee chuckles,"A bath, huh? You gonna sit on my cock and tease me the whole time like our last bath?"

Laughing you lean down to kiss Lee, “maybe. It’s your fault, you love it when I do.”

"You're gonna be the death of me," Lee says against your lips with a laugh.

“Mmm, one day.” You grin, rubbing noses again.

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