A young woman with bright red hair walked hesitantly into the airport terminal, her eyes warily scanning the crowds. Her hands trembled around the small bag she was carrying. Her eyes began to water as she realized she had wasted her money. He wasn't going to show up, was he? He had decided it was just not worth it and had avoided telling her. Her head hung in obvious defeat, and she slowly made her way to the counter where she could hopefully find a flight that would take her back home within a few hours. As she rounded the corner she lifted her head to look around, as she had never been in an airport before. Her eyes instantly locked on someone staring at her in either shock or a dreadful hunger. He ran his hands through his own gingery hair, a slow smile of happiness creeping across his face. She dropped her bag and ran full force at him and yelled, "Daddy!"
Her squeals caused a great deal of bedlam as various people moved aside. There were some startled looks only seconds later. He grabbed her mid-jump and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She then proceeded to kiss him, and no one watching was unsure that there were tongues dancing. More than person groaned or made a disgusted face, but a few seemed to understand what they were seeing. The pair didn't notice anyone around them for several minutes at any rate. He lowered her to the ground and grabbed her hand. "We need to get the rest of your bags, silly girl." She smiled sheepishly and followed him. Once they were outside, he literally dragged her into the Jeep. He sped off, hoping he could manage to keep himself calm.
The scenery flew by the strangely matched couple as they headed for an isolated cabin. Stone grinned almost maliciously as he considered his choice. In reality it had been hers, but he liked to think the location had lent itself almost exclusively to his plans. He pondered the pale cheek he had kissed and what it would look like rosy with lust and a blood rush. His grin was no longer so easily suppressed as he imagined her backed against a tree. He let an audible groan escape his lips as his member threatened to rip out of his jeans of its own accord. He grunted, just ten more minutes!!!
Gypsy was nervous as she looked over at Stone. He was a lot bigger than she had really pictured him. She reminded herself that he was incredibly sweet and gentle, even if her wrist was lightly bruised. Her body shivered remembering their reunion, or more properly, their first physical interaction. After nearly a year of flirtations and promises they had agreed to meet. It seemed almost disgusting at the time that someone so far away could have her so completely at their mercy. Her face flushed as she relived it. She remembered walking through the terminal afraid and lost. It had been her first time on a plane, and she was afraid he would not be waiting for her. She looked up and saw him standing there, his eyes scanning the crowd. She had run into his arms, blissfully unaware of the people around them, and focusing on the fact that he had lifted her and was kissing her so aggressively her lips stung.
Stone was desperately trying to block out all memory of their meeting. He had never known fear like this before in his life. It was completely ridiculous! She was a tiny thing, short, plump, and hardly big enough to intimidate him, but she was fiery. He had known it was her the minute he laid eyes on her red hair. Though his own was paler, there was remarkable similarity. Neither of them had stopped to consider the crowds or any security. She had thrown down the little bag she carried and ran to him. He had forgotten the people around them and bodily picked her up and swung her around. The kiss was probably pretty noticeable as well, considering the fact that they didn't come up for air for at least two full minutes.
Both of them had behaved rather badly in public. He had resisted the urge to drag her to the bathroom by sheer force of will. He eyed the bruise on her wrist and reminded himself to keep them from being visible later. Their eyes locked suddenly, and it was like he could read every thought she had. She was sitting beside him, flushed with the memory, sensing his arousal and her own. The teenage giggling ensued.
After an agonizingly slow car ride (though perhaps not as long as they thought), Stone turned down a gravel road that was partially concealed by its proximity to an embankment. Gypsy looked out of the window, straining to see what was going on. She was unsure of herself for the one millionth time that day, but the heat from his gaze was unmistakable. She was being watched and hungered for.
Stone sent gravel flying in his haste to turn. The smell of her arousal and her need weighed heavily upon him. He resisted to pull over and have her in the jeep. His mind was no longer capable of stopping himself if they slowed down. His panic was rising as he realized he was about to lose control. He steadied his breathing and focused. Though she was young enough to be one of his daughters, the look on her face was anything but inexperienced and shy. He let out a strangled sob of need and floored it, oblivious to her unchanging expression now.
He managed to collect himself by the time they arrived at the cabin. He looked around a bit, trying in vain to remember every detail of his plans. She was focused on the fact that they were in the middle of nowhere, and she noticed her cell phone had zero service. It only occurred to her then that he could do serious harm to her here, and no one would know. He interrupted her ridiculous thoughts by opening her door and taking her hand. She blinked for a minute, unsure of what she was seeing and feeling. In all of the years she had been married her own husband had never held anything open for her, much less collected her from a vehicle. She grinned and let him help her down, aware of the heat from his hands. She looked in his eyes and no longer cared if he wanted to hurt her.
Stone forgot that she was used to being alone, so he had to stop her from unloading her own things. He rolled his eyes at the three bags she brought. She did not need this many clothes, especially considering he planned on keeping her naked anyway. He laughed when she stuck her tongue out at him. She gasped and struggled a little when he picked her up and carried her inside. She locked her arms around his neck in fear that he would drop her because she was so heavy. He shook his head, "You're not that big, kitten." She stared in his eyes as he carried her with an ease she had never known. She nuzzled him affectionately.
Inside, the cabin was mostly ready to be occupied for a few days. It looked as if Stone had been here earlier and was preparing. There wasn't much to the cabin, but it was definitely not shabby. There was a small kitchen with everything one could need provided. The bed was on the far wall, separated by heavy curtains that could be pulled back as needed. The living room area was small as well, and consisted of a fair-sized couch and loveseat, complete with a fireplace. The bathroom was the only separate room, and this was rather large considering the cabin was isolated. He sat her bags down and she went over to the bed and flopped down.
"Already?" he asked sarcastically. "You know, I have to get some things done first, but sure, you flop on the bed and be cute, mmmkay?" She stuck her tongue out at him and lay on the bed giggling as he made a show of rifling through bags and such.
Gypsy lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling as Stone brought a few more things inside. Her hands went underneath the pillow to feel the coolness, and she ran her hands across something silky. She rolled onto her stomach to discover that she was touching a fairly expensive-looking corset. She gasped and pulled it out, her mouth agape in shock. He really had thought of everything! She examined the stitching and the laces and was astounded at the fact it was the proper size and contour for her figure. Stone was amazing with detail. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard a growl behind her.
"You're not supposed to be playing with that, punkin'," he said matter-of-factly, "That's for later."
She was startled by his tone, but she laid the corset back down, looking into his big green eyes and pouting. "I'm sorry, I didn't know! I swear I wasn't snooping!"
Stone rolled his eyes at her and sighed a long-suffering sigh of defeat. "As long as you're playing with it, why don't you go and put it on while I get some things organized? I'm sure you don't have anything to do anyway. Shoo!" He made a dismissive gesture and went back unpacking.
Gypsy did not take this well. She sniffed disdainfully. "I'm not a little girl, you know!" Her voice was louder than she had intended.
