Chapter 54

Claudia sat on top of a boulder, her legs dangling down the side and her palms pressed back into the warm rock where the sun had heated it. She contemplated the sight of Tyson King with a fishing pole in his massive paw. She thought he never looked sexier than he did in that moment, wearing beige cargo shorts, his rippling back bared to her lascivious gaze. She might have done something about her baser inclinations if Daniel weren't standing twenty feet away from them, staring at nothing in particular and doing a good job of looking like a badass mercenary bodyguard hanging out in the woods.
She sent Daniel a glare for being himself and returned to her ponderings. She brought a leg up and studied the remnants of chipped rose coloured nail polish that had adorned her toenails. She would never have imagined that Claudia Cantore, or even Alicia Pederson, might enjoy living in the middle of nowhere, happily lost in the mountains. She still wasn't particularly fond of bears or ticks, but as long as both kept their distance she was willing to renegotiate her previous bias against roughing it. Not that time spent in a billionaire's forest cabin could really be called roughing it.
Although she would definitely call the past week of sexy times in the arms of Tyson King ‘roughing it'. Though he seemed to have forgiven her for running away from him, he was still intent on pushing her boundaries and introducing her to the kind of sex he enjoyed. She had to admit, she quickly became a very willing partner for all of his suggestions. Much to his delight. She was pretty sure he hadn't yet shown her all of his toys, but she enjoyed surprises.
Though the sex was mind-blowing and wonderful, her favourite part of their week spent together was how much he was opening up to her. He seemed to understand that if he wanted her trust then he had to give her something too. They'd finally just talked. He always liked to have her close at hand, either sitting in his lap or next to his chair so he could touch her.
Later that evening, as they once more sat together in one of Tyson's favourite positions, with Claudia cross-legged on the floor between Tyson's spread legs, his hand playing idly in her hair, he asked her, "What do you think of that gambling establishment the Sitnikov girl took you to? Would you go back there again?"
Taken aback, Claudia turned around and stared at him suspiciously. Was this a test? Was he trying to figure out if she was stupid enough to cross him and go back there on her own?
"Uh, well, first off the ‘Sitnokov girl' happens to be my friend, and her name is Anya," she said firmly. She thought carefully over her impressions of the club. "No, I probably wouldn't go back there again. It was too dark, too overbearing. It felt threatening to me."
He nodded his head thoughtfully. "If you could change it to become more welcoming, what would you do?"
Anya turned around on the rug and looked up at Tyson. She had suspected before that he had plans to buy that place, but she hadn't thought too deeply into the matter. Mostly because she'd been planning on running away from him and it wouldn't have made a difference to her in the long run. She chewed on her lip and scrunched up her nose while she thought about his question, wanting to give him a good answer. She enjoyed business and would have liked to co-own Knight's Out Café if it had been a possibility with her life on the run.
"I guess first off, I would update the interior. Get rid of some of that steel piping and add some more luxurious furnishings. A deep crimson red would look awesome with the black that's already in there. I would add some music. Something sexy, like jazz, so it would blend into the atmosphere without taking away from the lucrative gambling aspect," she explained, speaking with more conviction as she went. "I would expand the bar, make that area a little more trendy. Like, light it up from behind or something. Add some stools and tables in the bar area, as a complement to the card tables without taking away from the main point of the casino. I guess overall, make it a lot more female friendly."
"More female friendly?" he said, reaching for her and pulling her off the floor into his lap. The stack of papers he had been looking at fell unheeded. "You didn't feel welcome when you were there?"
She laughingly snorted, "You mean that one time I went and got kidnapped while I was there?"
"I prefer to call it acquired by an admirer." He grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her, his lips covering hers in a leisurely exploration. Claudia slid her arms around his neck and responded with enthusiasm. She rarely took initiative in their sexual encounters, preferring to leave the control up to him. She felt his surprise when she darted her tongue into his mouth. She retreated too quickly for his liking. With a growl, Tyson's arms wrapped around her waist and crushed her to him. He kissed her passionately, sucking her tongue into his mouth and forcing her to take more of the darting swipes he loved so much.
Finally, he released her mouth so she could take in several gasping breaths. He dipped his head to drop swift, hard kisses across her collarbone. She leaned back in his arms, giving him better access to her body. Tyson quickly disposed of her shirt and reached back to do the same with his. He swooped in to devour her bare skin, sucking her full breasts and nipples roughly into his hot mouth. Claudia moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts further out for his attention.
Without warning, Tyson thrust Claudia off of him, forcing her to stand on her feet. The sudden movement caused her to sway uncertainly. She understood right away when he reached out and all but tore her jean shorts from her body. She would have giggled except his hurried movements meant she was about to get fucked hard. She was starting to read him well. Today he couldn't wait to get her naked and plunge into her soaking wet pussy.
Tyson stood, towering over her. He unzipped himself and pulled his thick cock out. Without bothering to take off his pants, he picked Claudia up by the armpits and made her wrap her legs around his waist. She did, and was rewarded when he grasped her full hips and steadily pulled her down onto his towering erection. She gasped and wiggled as she was forced to accept every inch as it was thrust up into her clasping heat.
When she was fully impaled, Claudia wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders for more control and bounced herself up and then down experimentally. Tyson gritted his teeth and rumbled, "Fuck!" against the side of her head. Guessing that he liked that, Claudia did it several more times, enjoying to sensations coursing through her over-filled channel.
Of course, Tyson wasn't one to allow Claudia control for very long. He carried her, wrapped around his waist, toward the kitchen island and placed her bottom on the edge. Then he unwrapped her heels from his waist, bent her legs up until her knees were pressed against his chest and started fucking her with hard, steady strokes. This new position made the fit impossibly tight, causing Claudia to cry out and dig her short nails into his biceps. As it always was with Tyson, the bite of pain mixing with pleasure drove her relentlessly toward the peak of an intense orgasm.
"Tyson!" she screamed. "Oh god, oh fuck!"
He grunted and gripping her waist tightly, plunging ruthlessly into her with his full length. "Come for me, baby."
Claudia's orgasm exploded in an array of violent colours behind her eyelids and heavenly explosions through her pussy, which clamped down on him. The suddenly much tighter fit squeezed Tyson's cock until he couldn't hold on any longer. He picked her up off the counter and slammed her down on his cock, driving her orgasm even higher. With a shout he followed her over the edge, clamping her hips down against his and shooting jets of come inside her body.