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So I am on a mission to complete a lot of my stories. I have already finished Forbidden and am working on finishing Stalked. Cutie will be my next target but as you know I have many unfinished works and it's driving me crazy.

I love each and every one of my stories, but Campfire is my priority. I will continue to update this story once a week until I finish the others and then I focus solely on this one.

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Edward-

The arrogant little tilt of her stubborn chin had the animal in me coming alive. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to bend her over my knee and spank her sweet little ass. My fingers twitched when she threw a smirk in my direction. Grinding my teeth, I stepped closer until the shell of her ear pressed against my lips, her fruity scent doing wicked things to my senses. "Tease, huh? I'll show you a tease."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and was as bold as brass. Her lashes fluttered coyly as she leaned in, sniffing the cologne on my shirt before meeting my gaze. "I dare you."

My jaw ached as I ground my teeth. Her body trembled slightly, the only sign she was affected by my closeness. She had this air of confidence and spirit I'd rarely seen before. She might envision submitting, but her defiance was appealing on a whole new level.

Most men would want to break that spirit, but not me. I bumped her shoulder with my chest, unable to ignore the animal in me. Smelling the soft skin near her shoulder strap, my eyes rolled, her warm, melon scent too much of a temptation. "Bend over!"

That got her attention. She looked completely startled by my command, her eyes the size of saucers. The smile on her face faltered. "Huh? Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Bend over and touch your toes. Now!" Color bloomed across her cheeks and her gaze darted around the room. "Don't look at them, look at me!"

Her eyes snapped back to mine. Some of her confidence wavered as she said, "Here?"

"Here." My skin prickled with awareness, my mouth watering at the thought. Her lips parted before snapping shut, and swallowing hard, she slowly complied. My cock, long-dormant, twitched as I studied her ass, the silken material straining against her buttocks.

I could see faint traces of her thong, the small triangle resting below the dimples in her lower back. My blood turned hot, and I just wanted to crouch behind her and smell her pussy. The was Something about a woman's natural musk that made me want to bury my nose in it … fuck. Licking my lips as my hunger grew, I visually explored every line, every curve … my fucking mouth going dry.

I lost myself, staring at her curves, imagining peeling the material off her bare cheeks and cracking the skin. Sensation shot to my cock—a sensation that had long been gone. Curiosity getting the better of me, I absorbed the feeling that escaped me for years, I never thought to get it back.

"Am I gonna stand here forever or ..?"

"I need your permission," I ground out, leaning down so she could hear me. "You want me to smack your ass, it's what you've been begging for since we met, right? Tell me to spank you."

My mouth watered at the possibility of planting my palm across her ass. Shooting a look around, I noticed several heads turned in our direction. Finally, my focus returned to the woman before me, my gaze skating over her form, memorizing every notch in her spine to her ass. My fingers curled as need blared to life, refusing to be ignored. When she remained silent, I growled, "Make a decision, little girl. We have an audience, and I cannot spank you without … your consent."

Her green eyes clashed with mine, and she bit her lip, as she wiggled her hips toward me. Flexing my fingers in anticipation, another leap of excitement jolted through my cock. A sparkle entered her eye, and she shimmied once again, drawing my attention to her ass. I was so focused on the silk covering her pale skin, I barely heard her retort. "I dare you."

"You dare me?" I repeated, wanting to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.

"Did I stutter?"

It was all I could do not to laugh at her response. The woman had a tongue on her, and it was too bad I wouldn't get a taste of it.

Holding her gaze, I flipped the skirt of her dress up, baring her gorgeous ass to me and everyone watching. I didn't pay them any mind as I crouched behind her. Her scent drew me closer, my nose a centimeter away from her pussy. Sniffing her musk, the feral animal inside of me roared to life, taking command of my senses. The tip of my tongue tingled, begging to be buried in her tight cunt.

Visibly, I traced her pussy through her thong, my nostrils flaring as her arousal wafted to me, dampening the white silk. My cock leapt, straining against the material of my jeans. The longer I studied her, the harder the pulse became until I was harder than I'd ever been. Goosebumps ran down her legs, and her shiver drew me closer until my nose brushed the delicate flesh between her legs. "You're fucking wet, little girl. Your pussy is begging for a spanking."

Forcing myself back to my feet, I stared down at her and raised my hand. Every muscle in my body drew taut as I contemplated that first smack, perspiration sliding down my temples. I stared her in the eye as I landed the blow, the breath I didn't know I was holding, shuddering from my lungs.

Her startled yelp had my cock responding until I was fully aroused, grinding my teeth to contain the lust pulsing in my veins. When Bella arched her ass, I drew back again, this time my attention going to the pale skin with a growing handprint on one cheek. Swatting her hard twice more, exhilaration claimed me, and pleasure snapped down my spine.

The clothes I wore became so constricting it was nearly impossible to draw a breath, and restlessly I paced. Resisting the urge to shred my clothes, I inhaled deeply, this startling desire to sink my teeth into her plump flesh so damn strong.

I looked back at her, noticing the tears shining in her eyes. Calmly, I reached forward, rubbing the sting from her abused flesh. "Have you had enough, little girl?"

She bucked back toward my hand, seeking, searching for more. "I-is that all you have?"

A teasing grin claimed the lips I wanted to taste. Caressing her buttock, I relished the soft flesh, the feel close to the finest silk. I pressed my cock against her leg, wanting to know how she would feel against my heated flesh, for the first time wanting to bury my length so far in her pussy I couldn't find my way out.

Slapping her ass again, I glared at her. This was all her fault. I had forsaken this life … forsaken Campfire … swore I'd never play again. I wanted to fuck her so badly—bury my cock to the root and feel her juices explode around me. It was all her fault, this craving, this weakness plaguing me, the reason I found myself back to square one. All her fault.

Instead of giving in to the impulse to fuck her, I smacked her tender skin, over and over until she was beet red. I wasn't totally consumed by the play, always making sure to look at Bella, making sure I didn't cross the line. Her ass was flaming like a hot tamale by the time I stepped back to assess my handy work. A movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and I saw Jasper hovering a few feet away.

Sweat coated me from head to toe, and I noticed Bella's body tremble, her moans reaching my ears, and just like that, I was transported in time. Even while Bella appeared to have taken pleasure in each swat, I hurtled through time and space, to be delivered to that night so long ago.

I blinked rapidly, trying to bring Campfire back into focus, yet all I saw was my private suite, lavished in pure white. The color of innocence. Of purity. Of my own personal heaven.

Breathing heavily, I whirled around searching fruitlessly for Campfire, only to be met with a vision of my bed with a figure splayed in the center.

I was slumped against the wall, in a drugged-out haze, the room around me blurry. Stumbling to my feet, I moved closer to the bed and instantly crashed down to my knees.

I didn't understand what happened. My comprehension faltered, bile rising in my throat as I fought to process what was in front of my face. A whimper from the bed had me staggering to my feet, blinking rapidly at the woman sprawled before me. Swiping my hand over my face, I whispered frantically, "Jessica, what the fuck? What the fuck?"

I was transported back to Campfire whispering the same question with Jasper holding my shoulders, shaking me. "Dude, where did you go? Are you with me now?"

The arousal I'd been experiencing shriveled and died. Bella stood a foot away looking as if she'd swallowed a frog, this time the tears in her eyes were for a whole new purpose. Several sets of eyes pinned me to the spot beneath my feet, and I felt frozen in time. As the past haunted me, bile rose, and with as much integrity as I could manage, I flipped the hard mask into place before pivoting on my heel and stomping away, leaving all the curiosity in their eyes behind.

Locating the bathroom, I slammed inside, losing the contents of my stomach into the sink. Bracing my weight on the cool porcelain, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my complexion, having turned several shades of gray and green. Heaving, I tried to gather the strength to face myself, but I was quickly losing the battle. Once I emptied my stomach, I turned the cold water on, splashing my face until I felt like I was drowning and at this particular moment, I wished like hell I was. I would willingly throw myself into a river here and now versus face the monster locked inside me.

Slowly the fever in my skin began to cool, and the fucking room around me stopped spinning. Blinking, I glanced in the mirror as the bathroom door creaked open behind me, and I found Jasper standing a foot away, his arms crossed over his chest. A look of concern puckered his brow. "You alright? Need me to get you something or do something?"

"I'm fine." My voice sounded strained even to my own ears, yet I would never let anyone know about the broken pieces inside me. Avoiding Jasper's penetrating stare, my gaze bounced around the bathroom.

I'd been doing so well, and in a matter of moments, with one impulsive act, my control withered into nothingness.

Anger welled in my chest, and the armor I carried fell back in place until I was able to meet Jasper's quizzical stare. "Nah … I'm good. I should've stayed the fuck out of here. Just the thought of playing leaves me in a tangled state." Running my hand through my hair, I continued, "I thought maybe … just maybe … I could overcome the past but it's like a curtain that slides into place at the most inconvenient times, as I'm sure you just witnessed."

"I saw the pleasure, right before you blanked out. You were relishing the burn on your palm. There was a fire in your eyes." Jasper pushed away from the wall, moving closer. "I think you are so worried about the past that you're not seeing yourself clearly. You are a strong, dominant male with a few minor setbacks. Maybe instead of plunging headfirst into it, you need to ease back in."

Nausea finally stopped rolling in my gut, and I shook my head. My hand still throbbed from the spanking I'd delivered, and a huge part of me wanted to seek out Bella and make sure she was alright. Feeling like a huge coward, I headed toward the door and pushed out into the hallway. "I—I gotta get the hell out of here. Can you make sure Bella is alright? I-I j-just can't …"

I barely heard Jasper's agreement and I shoved out of the restroom, feeling like a fucking coward, yet unable to turn back.

Once I stood in the parking lot, I sucked in several mouthfuls of fresh air, regaining a fragment of my sanity. I counted to ten as I paced toward my car, regret brimming as I glanced over my shoulder at the double glass doors.

Bella's face came to mind. She had looked stunned. Of course, she looked stunned, you idiot. You left her standing there without a word.

She would no doubt find another Dom, one that wasn't a beast. Hopefully, she would find someone who would ease her into this lifestyle. All I knew is it wouldn't be me, it couldn't be me.

Disappointment bloomed in my chest overtaking me, my palm still feeling that ripe, burning skin. When my lower body twitched, I cursed, dropping into the driver seat.

I sat there forever cursing and torturing myself with images of her ass, her scent. The need to bury my nose between her legs and inhale nothing but her musk clawed through me. The longer I envisioned that pale skin, the harder my cock grew, the throbbing becoming so fucking intense.

Closing my eyes, I locked in her sweet, delicate form, cupping the hard ridge of my cock. Squeezing the steel spike, the crown pierced with two barbells, leapt in my palm, begging for release.

This was so insane. I could fuck my own hand, but not a woman. Before I knew what I was doing, I unbuckled my belt and pulled the heaving beast from its cave. I shuddered as my hand wrapped around it, the smell of her fragrance still on the tip of my nose. If I thought really hard, I could taste her heat on my tongue.

Using the precum leaking from the tip, I rolled the barbells in the tip of my dick, imagining it was the juices I'd smelled leaking from Bella's pussy. My breath echoed in the silent car, the labored sound ringing in my ears as my fingers tightened, moving faster. Sweat beaded on my forehead, streaming in rivers down my temples as I worked to find the ultimate satisfaction.

I want to fuck your pussy so hard. Shit. So tight. So wet. Fucking heaven. My fingertips dug into delicate flesh as I buried my dick over and over between creamy thighs. Hiccups of pleasure teased my ears, the sound carrying me closer and closer to bliss.

Just when I was about to nut, I pried my eyes open, Campfire coming back into focus. Bella's tortured gasps as I punished her beautiful ass ringing in my ears. As if my imagination conjured an image, she appeared in the doorway, pushing outside, stumbling to a stop when she spotted my car.

My gaze went to the V between her legs, my hand tightening around my cock as it pulsed with undeniable pleasure and erupted. Thick strings of cum coated my fingers, shooting across my car, and all I could do was slump in the seat. Defeated.


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