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Feb 26

Ice, Ice, Baby

Summary: Lying to Ari is never a good idea, even when you feel like you're on the verge of becoming a burden...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Arguing, Nosey Neighbors, Soap Operas, Insecure!Reader, Light Angst, Brat!Reader, Manhandling, Allusions to Oral Sex, Mentions of Oral Sex, Physical Hurt, Mentions of Spanking, Mentions of Edging, Overstimulation, Remote Controlled vibrators, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Hey, ya'll! I'm finally happy to be back with something new. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“Fuck!”

At first, you’re not sure what happened. One minute you were on your feet, attempting to dig a path through the snow covering your driveway, and the next, you’re sprawled on the ground looking up at the sky.

Pain radiates down your side as you struggle to catch your breath. While the snow itself was soft, the concrete hidden underneath was remarkably unforgiving. Groaning softly, you attempt to sit up before quickly thinking better of it.

Well, thank goodness you’d landed your hip and not your head.

“Child, are you alright?”

Apparently all the commotion had gotten the attention of your elderly neighbor, Ms. Louanne. The last thing you needed was for her to slip and fall in a bid to help you.

“I’m fine!” You call back, your voice cracking over the sound of the wind. “Just…just gimme a minute.” Blinking back tears, you force yourself to roll over onto your belly. It takes you a second, but the fact that you’re able to do it confirms that nothing was broken.

But you were going to be sore as hell tomorrow.

Your hands sink into the snow as you push yourself up so that you’re now resting on your knees. That’s when you realize that you’d somehow lost a glove. Looking around, you spy it laying a few yards away, next to your fallen shovel.

“Should I call Ari?” Your neighbor asks, her fingers clutching at the edges of her pink housecoat to ward off the cold. “Why isn’t he out here helpin’ you?”

“N–no! Really, I’m okay.”

‘Oh please don’t do that, Ms. Louanne.’ You think to yourself, shuddering at the mere thought of him finding out that you’d busted your ass while shoveling snow AFTER he’d explicitly told you to wait for him. You honestly weren’t sure if you could handle the epic, six-foot, four-inch, sized tantrum you just knew he would throw.

It wasn’t that you were impatient – you just hadn’t wanted to leave your vehicle stranded in the middle of the street while you waited for him to finish up his business at the station. Bell’s Creek wasn’t accustomed to this kind of weather. And although the salt trucks had done their best, the roads were still incredibly slick. Abandoning your car like that had the potential to cause a serious accident.

Knowing that you had to finish what you started, you slowly climb to your feet and begin dusting yourself off. Normally you loved the snow – provided you stayed indoors, wrapped up in a blanket with a good book and a steaming mug of hot cocoa. But as far as today was concerned?

You never wanted to see another snowflake ever again.

Not yet willing to admit defeat, you amble over to your fallen glove. An unexpected gust of icy cold wind has you gritting your teeth as you grab your shovel. If you worked fast, you were pretty sure that you could be done before Ari pulled up. Sure he’d be pissed, but you were also pretty confident that you’d be able to distract him with the pretty little package you had tucked in the back of your closet.

The sound of the older woman’s voice snaps you back into the present. “Honey, if I had a fella like yours, the last thing I’d be doin’ is shovelin’ my own drive way.” One hand comes up to shield her eyes from the wind while the other grips the railing for support. “I’ll be sure to have a talk with that young man the next time I see him.”

Goddamnit, Ms. Louanne. We can’t have you doin’ that either.

“Seriously, Ari is fine. He’s just busy.” You tell her, taking a moment to retie your scarf so that it covers the bottom half of your face. “But my car got stuck, and I didn’t want to wait for him to dig me out.”

“Hmph.” Is all she says before she takes a dainty seat on her porch swing. “Well, I’ll be damned if you think I’m gonna leave you out here all alone. Not after the spill you just took.” She belatedly gestures for you to continue shoveling while she looks on, her lips pursed with finality.

While the kind gesture warms your heart, you’re also certain that you wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing she was out here shivering because of you. However, when you try to tell her as much, she swiftly cuts you off, dismissing your protests with a prim little shrug.

Sweet little Ms. Louanne was not the kind of woman to be told what to do.

“Come on now, Ms. Louanne.” Rolling your shoulders, you dig into the fresh powder before tossing it to the side. “It’s too cold for you to be out here like this.”

The woman responds by wrapping her coat even tighter around her thin frame. “Then I guess you’d better get a move-on before we turn into a coupla’ icicles, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You grunt, redoubling your snow clearing efforts. The ache in your side eventually subsides into a dull throb as you work. You’d have time to worry about your injuries later.

Right now, there was simply too much work to be done. Besides, if your time as The Bell’s star softball pitcher had taught you anything, it was how to play through the pain.

An Hour Later…

“What the hell, baby?”

The sound of your bounty hunter’s deep growl has you immediately bolting up from the couch – a move you immediately regret. Although the tylenol you’d popped earlier had helped some, your limbs were still stiff. Which means you have to use the arm of the sofa to help you stand so you could begin making your way towards the kitchen.

It’s tough, but you somehow manage to keep yourself from limping.

“Comin’, sugar.” As you hobble along, you can’t help but pray that he wouldn’t be too annoyed.

Rounding the corner, your eyes light up when you catch sight of your handsome beast of a man, who’s currently scowling in the middle of the room. Delight fills you when you see he’s wearing the black Carhartt jacket you’d given him as a Christmas present, along with a matching skull cap. Snow clings to his beard as he begins to undo his scarf, setting it on the nearby counter.

“I thought you said you were stuck?” Ari rumbles, raising a tawny brow while he removes his gloves.

“I was. But then I got unstuck.”

Overwhelmed with desire to be close to him, you bridge the distance between your bodies, twining your arms around his neck. Pulling his head down, you press a sweet kiss against the tip of his nose, which is still pink from the cold.

“And how’d you manage that, little Bird?” Instead of responding, your lips glide a path along the curve of his sculpted jaw, tracing their way to his mouth. You know he knows what you’re doing – this wouldn’t be the first time you tried to distract him like this.

“Does it matter?” You ask, wincing slightly when one of his large hands settles on your injured hip. “You’re so cold, Beast. I think we need to warm you up.” Placing your hand over his, you guide it to your ass, moaning softly when he gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“Thought I told you to wait for me?” You can sense his annoyance beginning to fade when his thick fingers find their way under your shirt. It’s impossible to miss the sudden intake of breath when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. “It pisses me off when you don’t fuckin’ listen. You don’t even have the proper shoes to be out in that shit.”

He was right about that one. Your precious chucks had been no match for the frozen tundra that was your driveway. Just ten minutes outside had left your toes feeling like they were on the verge of frostbite.

“It was a neighbor’s kid.” You tell him, only to giggle when he picks you up to carry you up to your bedroom. “Said he wanted to do a good deed.” The lie tumbles out of your mouth with ease. And even though you know it’s wrong, you decide to just go with it.

What Ari didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him – or you.

“Is that right?” He rasps, nuzzling his nose against your wild curls. “Guess I oughta be grateful you had some help. A sweet thing like you has no business shovelin’ her own snow.”

“I’ve been doin’ it for years, Ari.” You politely point out, clinging to him even tighter as he makes his way up the stairs. Even though you’d been together for a while, you still weren’t used to the way this man could handle you as if you weighed nothing. It was an act that never failed to turn you on.

“I said what I said, Bird.” He shoulders his way through your bedroom door, his soft lips ghosting over yours before he unceremoniously dumps you on the bed. “You can try to change my mind all you want, but I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy all day.”

“O-okay.”

Ari tugs at your leggings, thankfully stopping just short of shredding them. Thank goodness, you think to yourself. Because this handsome beast was really doing a number on your wardrobe.

“Maybe we can have another conversation after I’ve finished my meal.”

The Next Morning…

Flipping on the light, you slowly hobble your way into your bathroom. This morning you’d woken up sore all over, with the stiffness in your hip feeling even worse than before. Knowing you kept a stash of Tylenol in your medicine cabinet, you fill up a glass of water and choke down a couple of pills.

You prayed they would kick in soon. It’d be impossible to keep up yesterday’s charade if Ari caught you limping.

With a grimace, you step back from the counter and turn on the shower. Hopefully the hot water might help your aching muscles. And then you return your attention to the mirror. There was no point in stalling any longer. It was time to see just how much damage you’d actually done to yourself.

A quick glance at the door confirms that you remembered to secure the lock. That way you wouldn’t risk your man accidentally barging in while you stripped. Bracing yourself for the worst, you reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Next up are your sweats. Gripping the elastic waistband, you begin to pull them down before letting them pool at your feet.

The entire process proves to be slow and painful.

But what gives you pause is the large bruise that adorns your left hip. A tiny whimper catches in your throat when you try to bend your body to get a better look. Further examination confirms that it wasn’t just your hip you’d fucked up. Almost your entire left side is covered in bruises of various shapes and sizes.

“Goddamnit!” You hiss, hiding your face in your hands as you wrack your brain for a new plan.

Maybe you could convince him that you fell at work. You could tell him that you slipped on some ice in the parking lot of your shop. Yeah, that might do it.

Except then he’d be compelled to ask why you hadn’t said anything about it the day before. And then he’d be doubly pissed – not just because you’d kept a secret, but also because he’d been adamant about you staying home ahead of the winter storm. The handsome bastard had never been one to play about your safety.

It was one of his sexiest, but also most vexing, qualities.

Unfortunately for you, your plotting is interrupted by the jiggle of the door handle. That’s when you remember Ari Daniel Levinson didn’t do well with locked doors. In his mind, it was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. Which sucked, because he was usually right.

“Baby…” The bounty hunter growls, once again trying the knob. “Everything good in there?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Then why’s the fuckin’ door locked?”

“Oopsie!” You hastily don your robe, tightly tying the belt around your waist while you move to undo the lock. “I was, uh, just about to get in the shower.” You mumble, as you throw open the door to reveal a confused and mildly disgruntled Ari. He stands in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the only exit.

“You locked me out to take a damn shower?” The subtle cock of his head, followed by the narrowing of his eyes, gives the impression that he doesn’t quite believe you.

“Accident.” You shrug, lightly touseling his light brown locks with your fingers. “My hand must’ve slipped or somethin’.” And that’s when you notice that he’s all bundled up, save for his skull cap and boots. “Are you…goin’ somewhere?”

“It snowed again last night.” His suspicious gaze drifts to your clothes laying on the floor behind you. “Figured I’d go dig us back out just in case we lose power or something.”

Had he known you planned to shower this early, he would’ve told you to wait until after he came back inside. He was passionate about conserving water. Or at least that’s what he liked to claim every time he climbed under the spray with you – whether he was invited or not.

“Oh.”

“Won’t be out too long.” He assures you as one large hand reaches out to tug at the belt of your robe, dragging you close. “Guy on the news says the windchill feels like negative two. So, I’m gonna need my woman to help warm me up again when I get back. You good with that, pretty Bird?” The mischievous gleam in his eyes has you instinctively clenching your thighs together with need.

“I’ll make sure there’s a steaming mug of freshly made hot cocoa waiting for you.” You reply earnestly. “Complete with whipped cream and extra marshmallows.”

“Nah.” Ari chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I’m talkin’ body heat, sweetness.” He leans down, briefly resting his forehead against your own. “Best thing there is for hyperthermia.”

“Right.” You flash him a pained smile. “Well, I guess you’d better make it quick then.”

One thick finger finds its way into one of your messy curls, giving it a playful twirl. You had no idea how much he was looking forward to being snowed-in with you. It was a fantasy that had been on loop for the past week.

“Twenty minutes.” Your bounty hunter grunts, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “That’s all I need. And then you’re mine until the sun comes out or they send for search and rescue.” He adds with a teasing wink.

And then he’s gone. Your battered body sags against the wall as you listen to your man make his way down the stairs and out the front door – which is when it hits you. Unless you magically figured out a way to have a week-long headache, you were about to be in big trouble with the sweetest, surliest beast on two legs.

“Fuck me…”

Twenty Minutes Later: Ari’s P.O.V.

It doesn’t take him long to shovel a path through the snow – a fact for which he is grateful. But he was also a man who could appreciate a good workout. Which is why when he spies your elderly neighbor’s own snow-covered driveway, he decides he might as well dig her out too.

His Mama would have a fit if he left Ms. Louanne to fend for herself when he was perfectly capable of tackling the job on her behalf.

So, as much as he wants to hang up his shovel so he can go back inside and spend the rest of the day snuggling in bed with you, he mosies on over to her place instead. A quick survey of her property leads him to believe that clearing her driveway won’t take very long. Besides, since someone helped you out yesterday, he wanted to pay the kind gesture forward.

Ari is roughly ten minutes into his task when he hears the sound of Ms. Louanne’s door opening. He turns then, fully intending to greet his neighbor with a smile – only for it to die on his lips the second he gets a good look at her face.

“I’d like to have a word with you, young man.” Your neighbor declares as she steps out onto her front porch. He finds himself briefly amused by today’s choice of housecoat, which is green and covered in flamingos. “Now I know you’re not from here, but there’s a certain way you’re expected to treat women in this town. I understand that you’re new, but I’m gonna aim to catch you up.”

“Uh, sure thing, ma’am.” Confused, he looks down at the shovel in his hand. “If you’d be kind enough to give me a little time to finish with this, I’ll be right there.”

“Hmph.” Mrs. Louanne wrinkles her prim nose. “My stories come on in ten minutes and I don’t need any distractions for when that hussy, Brenda, finally confesses to Johnny that she’s been sleeping with his twin brother, James, for the past two years.”

There’s nothing the bounty hunter can do to stop the weary sigh that escapes his throat. Instead, he tosses the shovel to the side before muttering an obedient “of course not”. “Can we, eh, at least step inside where it’s warm?” Ari’s not ashamed to admit he might’ve flashed his baby blues as a means to soften her up.

He knows it works when he notices the faint blush that stains her cheeks. But the woman remains undeterred. She was already primed and ready to fuss. And it appeared that a certain Ari Daniel Levinson was her intended target.

“I’ve already made you a cup of peppermint tea.” She replies, motioning for him to get a move-on. “I’ll let you add your own honey and sugar. Now hurry up before we both freeze to death.”

One Hour Later…

“Hey there.” Ari rumbles as he comes up beside you. He braces his hands on the counter, caging you in with his big body. “Missed you.” His still-cold lips brush across your skin, making you shiver.

“What on earth took you so long?” You ask, turning to face him. He’d been outside for so long you found yourself starting to worry. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost in the snow.” Your halfhearted attempt at levity earns you a small smile from your chilled bounty hunter.

“Nah.” He reaches around to pluck the glass of whiskey out of your hands before taking a sip.

“I was just about to pour you a glass, sugar.”

“No need, pretty Bird. But I did wanna ask you something...” Instead of handing it back, he puts the glass to his lips once more. His glittering blue gaze locks with yours as he tosses back the remainder of your drink, ignoring the steady burn in his throat.

“Go for it, cowboy.”

“Hm.” Ari presses a swift kiss against your wild curls. “I want you to give me a reason – just one good reason – not to bend your stubborn self over this counter and tan your ass.”

“W-what? Why?” You stammer, mentally kicking yourself for allowing him to catch you off guard. It only gets worse when he leans forward, trapping you between his brawny arms.

“Okay, sweetness. I guess we can do this your way.” His unamused chuckle has you clenching your thighs together. If you were being honest, it was a rather common occurrence whenever you found yourself in trouble with your man. “What was the name of the kid who dug you out of the snow?”

“Why?” His question has you immediately on the defensive.

“Because I wanna stop by his house and give him a tip.” Ari deposits the cup on the counter next to him. “As a thank-you for taking care of my lady when I was stuck at the station.” His large hands move to frame your face, his thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks.

“That’s not–I really don’t think that’s necessary.” Your eyes fall shut as you try and fail to come up with a more reasonable excuse.

“I disagree.” Comes his gruff reply, his voice lowering an octave. “So what was his name and what house is he in? I wanna get this over to him before the weather gets bad again.”

“His name is…umm…”

His eyes narrow as he watches you struggle to come up with a believable response. That uneasy feeling in your stomach only gets worse when you realize that there is no getting out of this one. The handsome bastard knew something was up and was giving you just enough rope to hang yourself.

“Pretty Bird?”

“Yeah?” You murmur as your head dips to rest against his shoulder.

“What’ve I told you about lyin’ to me?” Ari reaches out to grasp your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. One look is all you need to confirm that he’s definitely pissed.

At you.

“Beast, I can explain…” One of your hands comes up to wrap around his thick forearm in an effort to soothe him. It doesn’t work. But that’s the best you can think of at the moment.

“There’s no need. Ms. Louanne already spilled the beans.” Ari’s grip goes slack as he takes a small step backwards. “And that was before she made me sit through an entire episode of Magnolia Nights.” Later he would confess that he was counting in his head to help regain control of his temper.

There was no one on this planet that could push him over the edge like this except for you. In the same way that you were the wind at his back, you were also the ultimate chink in his armor.

Out of habit, your teeth go to worry your bottom lip. If there was one thing you knew about your man, it was that he despised soap operas. Actually, he wasn’t really a fan of dramas in general. He only tolerated them if you curled up with him on the couch and kept the remote out of reach.

A feat that was easier said than done.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah, baby.” He runs an agitated hand through his damp hair before crossing his arms over his solid chest. “So, I’m gonna ask you one more time. “Gimme one good reason to keep from bendin’ you over and reddenin’ that luscious ass I’m so fond of. I’ll wait.”

Unsure of what else to say, you allow your gaze to stray towards the door. Maybe if you hobbled fast enough you could beat him to the exit. Probably not. However, that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth a try…

“Eyes, Bird.” Ari demands, clearly annoyed by your silence. “Now.”

“I…” You trail off, briefly shaking your head when you feel your mouth begin to quiver. “I’m sore.”

You remind yourself that you’re a big girl who told a lie to the nosiest, most devoted bounty hunter on the planet. Had you been living in reality, then you would’ve realized that this was always going to be the outcome.

“Ms. Louanne said you went down pretty hard.” Although he’s still plenty angry, his fierce gaze does soften at the idea of you being in pain. “Show me.”

“I already took some tylenol–”

“Show. Me.” Ari’s heat in tone makes it known that he’s in no mood to argue.

So, you do. You wince as you slowly drag down your sweatpants to reveal the bruises marring your skin. Of course, you figured he’d be mad. But what you don’t expect to hear is his sudden, sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, baby…” Ari tamps down his urge to yell. He knows it won’t solve anything – but he’d be damned if it wouldn’t feel good. “Looks like you really did a number on yourself.”

“Kinda.”

For a moment you’re both quiet, as neither one of you knows how to proceed. Ultimately, it’s your bounty hunter who breaks the silence.

“Why the fuck didn’t you wait for me?” He rasps quietly before putting even more distance between your bodies. Your man clearly needed a minute, and you would do your best to respect that. “Like, what the fuck is so hard about that?”

“Because I had it under control.” Ari’s swift, derisive snort lets you know that he vehemently disagrees with your assessment of the situation. “Or at least I thought I did.” You amend as you square your shoulders with the intention to apologize so you two can move on. “Look, I’m sorry I–”

“Why won’t you let me take care of you?” The lawman scrubs an exasperated hand over his bearded jaw. “Why the fuck is it so difficult to get you to understand that, as your man, there are things I’m here to do for you.”

“Because I’m not your obligation, Ari.” Your quiet admission surprises you both. However it was the truth. It was your truth.

“You’re not my…what?”

Any other time, you would take a moment to enjoy the stunned look on his face. But not today.

“Obligations get left behind. Especially when they become burdens.” You repeat, doubling down as you wrap your arms around your middle. “Why should I make you do something like shovel my driveway or dig my car out of the snow when I have two perfectly good legs and two perfectly good hands?”

“You think my wanting to shovel your snow – something I told you I would do, something I wanted to do – makes you an obligation?”

The dangerous gleam in his eyes makes it clear that absolutely disagreed with your poorly worded statement. But at the moment, you’re too far gone to care.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Your bounty hunter hums, pinching the bridge of his nose as he resumes counting. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the number 45. “Okay. I’m good. I’m good.”

“Will you please just let me apologize so we can get past this mess?” You mumble, wishing you’d just been honest with him from the beginning.

“No.”

“Ari.”

“Baby.” Ari replies as if you hadn’t spoken. “I wanna start by sayin’ you really know how to try a man’s patience.” One large hand comes up to massage the back of his neck. “But again, let’s do this your way.” His icy blue gaze locks with yours, almost as if he’s daring you to look away.

But you don’t – because you can’t.

“When I come home to you at night, it’s almost always to a home cooked meal.” He leans against the counter, resting his chin on his palm. “Is that because you feel obligated to cook for me?”

“No.” You whisper back, all the while feeling like you were about to cry.

“Right. You do it because you love making sure I’ve had a good meal after a long day of eating like shit.”

“When it’s the weekend and you jump on the couch or on the bed to surprise me with a brand new spaghetti western you found– which you know is my favorite kinda film – is that because you feel obligated to watch TV with me?”

“No.”

“Hm. Interesting. Because if I had to wager, I’d say it’s because you like making me happy.” Ari continues on, undeterred by the sound of your sniffles. He’d see to you in a moment. But right now he felt the need to make his point and make it loud.

“And I can’t help but notice that you’re also the same woman who likes to leave me aggressive little love notes in my glove box at least once a week. Scented with your perfume, may I add. Do you feel obligated to do that?

“Well, no but…” You try to quickly wipe away your tears. Of course your man sees them anyway.

“Last question, sweetness.” It’s almost as if you blink and find yourself back in his arms. Ari lifts you then, setting on the counter to make sure he has your complete and undivided attention. “When you let me lay my head in your lap at night while you scratch my scalp at the end of a long day…is it because you feel obligated to help me relax? To make me feel cared for?”

“N-no.” By now the tears are coming full force. “I do it because–because–”

“Because you love me, right?”

“Yeah.” Your hand moves to cover your mouth even as your body begins to shake. God, sometimes you really were an idiot.

“So, I’m guessing you can understand that the reason I was so adamant about shoveling your snow isn’t because you’re a burden. It’s because I love your crazy ass.” He affectionately flicks your nose, which just makes your tears even worse.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, burying your face in his chest. “I’m so sorry for being so stupid.”

Because yes, you’d fucked up. On a multitude of levels. You knew that. On account of the fact that you sometimes found it hard to let the man you loved do things for you. You never wanted to give him a reason to leave. And while Ari didn’t begrudge your independence, he did demand that you soften for him.

He told you all the time that you needed a keeper. But once again, you just didn’t know how to let yourself be kept.

“S’okay, little Bird. And don’t let me hear that word again, otherwise we’re really gonna have a problem.” He murmurs before hauling you close, although making sure to avoid your injured hip. “We’re gonna work on it, you and me. But first, we’re gonna get you in a bath with some epsom salts. And then we’re gonna ice that hip.” He rubs soothing circles against the small of your back. “You’re gonna take it easy these next coupla’ days, you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” You tell him, gently wiping your face on his shirt. Not that he minds any.

He just hated seeing you cry.

Eventually, he coaxes you upstairs and into a bath where makes you soak. Your evening is filled with comfy pajamas, your favorite chinese food, snuggles, and ice cream. But…

If you thought you were off the hook, you were sorely mistaken. Your sweet, overbearing bounty hunter was a big believer in always making sure you learned your lesson. And this time was no different – aside from the fact that he allowed three days for you to recover.

Which meant three days of watching this freakish snowstorm overtake your town. Three days of listening to people panic, hoping they’d purchased enough bread and milk to survive. And three days unknowingly watching your man plot out the perfect fucking punishment.

Three Days Later…

You bury your face in your couch as you let out a scream. The vibrator in your pussy pulses harder and faster once your captor realizes you’ve averted your gaze once again. It wasn’t your fault.

Ari had been the one to buy the remote controlled toy to begin with – you’d just cosigned the idea. But now you were stuck perched on your couch while you watched your man prove had what it took to shovel your driveway.

So that he could convince you that you weren’t a fucking burden.

“Beast, please!” You whine as you readjust your Airpods. You’d already cum twice, and while the steady pressure on your swollen clit felt good, you had a feeling you were going to be sore tomorrow. “Gimme a minute, goddamnit!”

“But you’re not watchin’, little Bird.” He fires back, gifting you with a cheeky grin in your direction before going back to clearing the snow.

“I swear I am!” A tear finds its way down your cheek as your hips buck on their own accord. “Ungh!”

“Stop whining.” Ari grunts, treating you to a glimpse of adjusting the remote connecting the vibrator he’d purposely fixed to your weeping cunt before he went on his merry way. “It’s only been twenty minutes and you’re already crying.”

“Because it’s a lot!”

“You’re tough, sweetheart. You can take it.”

Shaking his head, he ratchets up the setting before resuming his task. According to Ari, bad girls needed to be punished. And there was no way around that.

After today, you would never forget that this handsome bastard loved to punish you. Sometimes he edged you. Sometimes he spanked you. But apparently he was so worried about causing further damage to your hip that he’d opted to overstimulate you instead.

The rules for this morning? You had to watch him shovel the snow while the device he’d picked out especially for you tortured your little clit.

“I’m sorry, Beast!” You cry, wishing you had what it took to remove this stupid vibrator.

It felt amazing, sure. But if you turned it off it would notify your bounty hunter. And while laying down comfortably had been a challenge, you could only imagine the so-called spanking your man had initially felt compelled to give would be far worse. So you kept the damn thing on.

“Just twenty more minutes, sweetheart.” His words come on the heels of an annoying chuckle. “Tell you what, you give me one more to let me know you’ve learned your lesson and I just might take pity on you.”

“Ungh!” You cry as you slam your fist against the fucking window.

“Nah, baby.” He grins as he watches you all but hump your couch in an effort to find relief. “Try again. I’ma need you to be loud. Otherwise how else will I know you’re being sincere?”

END

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