by Ellis Leigh
“Come,” I said, holding up the sheet with one hand and offering my other to him. “I want to feel you next to me.”
Matthew stood, his jeans unfastened and hanging low. Showing every dip and curve of muscle from his pecs to his Adonis belt. Looking like some sort of predator on the prowl. I loved knowing I was his prey. Even my fox, who’d been relatively quiet since being with Liam, sat up and took notice of the way Matthew watched us and the sensual way his body moved. Just as intrigued and excited about what was about to happen as me.
“You know, bunny,” Matthew drawled, his words slow and languid on his tongue. “If anyone should be giving orders, it’s me.”
I lay back down, pushing the sheet to my waist and sprawling across his big bed. I brought a hand to my breast, teasing the flesh there. Pinching my nipple as I held his heated gaze. “So give me some. I want you to.”
That smirk appeared, the one just this side of wicked. “You might regret that request.”
“I could never regret a moment with you, Matthew. Not ever.”
He pounced, pinning me to the mattress and assaulting my mouth with his. Rough and strong, his hands grabbed my wrists and yanked them over my head. Holding me in place as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and overwhelmed me with his kiss. I arched into him, craving more. Needing it. Wanting so much to surrender to him and let his personal beast take care of me. Wanting to submit.
And when I finally broke the kiss, I made sure he knew that. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll follow your instructions. I promise.”
His answering growl had me shivering, trembling underneath him. But not in fear. Oh no, not even close.
“My bunny wants to play?” He rocked into me, letting me feel how hard he was. Rolling his body over mine. “Because we can do that. I’ve got all sorts of ideas if you’re willing.”
“I’m willing.” My answer came automatically, my eyes locking on his as I said the words. I had to know what he would do to me, needed to find out how much that domineering personality transferred into the bedroom. If he took over, I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to decide. I could give him my consent and let him go, let him take me where he wanted to, let him rule my body with his. All of which sounded decadent and exactly like what I needed.
“You might regret letting me do what I want.” He moved my wrists to one hand, sliding his other down my arm. I flinched as he tickled across my armpit, moaned as he traversed the swell of my breast and tweaked my nipple. But he didn’t stop there. Matthew had plans. He kept moving that hand lower, kept tickling and touching and stroking as he distracted me with his kisses. He slipped his fingers inside, wetting them before continuing on. Kept right on going until he’d slid that evil hand underneath me, until he’d reached the crevice of my ass. Until he had his fingers pressed right up against the only virgin spot left on my body.
“This,” he said, growling low and deep. “I want this. Have you ever let someone fuck you here?”
I shook my head, pulling against his grip as he held me down. Excitement and fear mingled in a way that made my breath come faster and my heart pound harder. So hard. He grinned wider.
“Good. I’m going to take you right here, bunny. It’ll take some time, though. Gotta get you nice and loose before I shove my cock inside you. Gotta work this little hole a good, long while.” He pressed harder, a single, wet digit slipping just inside as I whimpered. “And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
I doubted. I doubted a lot. Matthew seemed to understand that, though. He pulled his hand away and let me go, sitting back on his knees and dragging out his cock to stroke that long, hard beast from root to tip. To tease me with what I knew was to come.
“Are you still willing? Because I’ll let you back out if this isn’t what you want. Your wholly given consent is what I want more than anything, sweet bunny.”
It took me a good minute to let my mind roll through all the possibilities. To give my brain time to catch up to the rest of my body. I could have this—this first experience with Matthew—on my terms. I could give him this gift or not. I could do whatever I wanted, and he’d work with me.
He would give me all the power even as he took control and pushed me outside of my comfort zone.
I loved him for that. “I’m still willing.”
Surprise flashed across his face, but only for a second before he was on me once more. Reaching beneath me to grab my ass. To pull my cheeks apart roughly.
“That’s my girl. Not so shy, after all, are you?” He kissed me hard and deep, tangling my tongue with his as he brought his legs up to straddle my hips before pulling away. “Flip over, bunny. Daddy’s got a lot of work to do before I take my little girl’s cherry.”
Oh hell… Daddy. I’d never thought I’d like that sort of thing, that particular endearment. But when Matthew said it? When he implied he had that position of power over me?
I nearly came. From a single word.
What had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Twelve
Matthew hadn’t been kidding about a lot of work to do.
“One more, bunny. Give it to me.” He dug his hand into my thigh, his other buried deep inside my pussy. He’d been fucking me with his fingers for what felt like hours, tracking down that elusive G-spot and then torturing it, all in the name of getting me ready for another kind of sex. Of working my body almost to the point of exhaustion. I couldn’t count how many orgasms I’d had already, but my body was almost ready to give out on me, my mind shattered by bliss after bliss after bliss.
And he wasn’t done yet.
I doubted he ever would be.
“I want to feel that pussy milking my fingers, bunny. One more.”
“I can’t.” I gasped as he released my thigh only to lay a heavy-handed smack across my pussy.
“Can’t what?”
I jerked, groaning at the pain of it. Shivering at the pleasure. “Can’t, Daddy. I can’t come again.”
He slapped my pussy again, harder this time. Smacking right over my clit. My body convulsed, every muscle locking down, a scream tearing from my throat as I came and came and came some more.
“That’s it. That’s what I want. Give Daddy all that pussy juice.”
I did. All of it. Every drop. And when I was done, when my body finally relaxed and my pussy stopped clenching his fingers, he placed a kiss right over my clit.
“That’s my good girl.” The bed dipped as he leaned away, but I was too tired to look. Too proud that I’d pleased him to wonder what sort of sensual torture he had up his sleeves at that point. Or really, non-sleeves, seeing as he was as naked as I was.
When he came back to kneel beside me, he rested one hand on my ass and brought the other around so I could see what he had in his grip.
“What do you think, bunny?”
If he believed I had the energy to think after all he’d done to me, he really overestimated my endurance. “It’s sparkly.”
Matthew chuckled at my breathy declaration. “It’s called a princess plug. It’s going to look fabulous in your ass.”
I was almost too tired to care. Almost. Okay, I cared. A whole hell of a lot.
“Will it hurt?”
Matthew stopped moving, looking so supportive and sure. “I would never hurt you intentionally. It might make you sore, but you’ll get pleasure from that. And if you don’t, you tell me, and I’ll stop. I promise. Okay?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I trusted Matthew. Trusted him with my body. He, like the rest of my stallions, wanted to bring me pleasure. Pain wouldn’t do that, so I had to believe this wouldn’t be too bad. And then…
Then, he’d push more than just a plug up there.
“Your cunt is so nice and swollen from all those orgasms. Good and wet for me.” Matthew tipped a bottle over my ass, and a cold sensation landed right over my virgin hole. “Still need lube, though. Always lube. I don’t want to hurt you, bunny.”
He started with a
finger—one long, thick digit sliding around my puckered hole and then slipping inside. Thrusting shallow and slow, retreating only to push back in. I fisted the sheets and watched him from an almost upside-down angle. The focus on his face, the solidness. The attention he gave me. That was almost as good as the sensations from where he had his finger inside my body. Almost, but not quite. Because, that finger? It felt good. Really good. Slightly pinchy and a little more pressure than I was used to, but pleasurable enough to make me moan on a deep thrust.
I pushed back, wanting so much, my sore pussy clenching and throbbing with need. “More. Please.”
“Oh, you’ll get more. I promise you that.” He slid up behind me, his cock brushing against my thigh. “You know, it’s a good thing I’ve got you in my bed before Cade and Dalton. They always do everything together.” He pressed the tip of his cock into my swollen pussy. Just the tip. Practically teasing me with how shallow he stayed. “And I do mean everything.”
Together. As in two at once. As in…oh my. But I couldn’t think about them, couldn’t focus on anything but his finger in my ass and his cock right there, ready to plunge inside me. That fat head sitting at my entrance and teasing me in the meanest way possible. Denying my every attempt to take him inside.
“Matthew, please. I need you.”
“And you’ll get me, bunny.” He removed his finger from my ass, replacing it with what felt like his thumb. Bigger and thicker, it slid inside my lubed hole, making me shake and moan. He worked me that way for a long stretch, in and out, curling that thumb. Smacking my ass for good measure every few beats. And I liked it—I practically sang for more, keening wordlessly as I begged in my head for his cock.
But then he stopped. Froze. Pulled his thumb from my ass and…
Grabbed the sparkly plug.
“Matthew?”
He poured lube over the tapered end of the metal piece, looking so very focused on his task. And when he was ready, when he returned the bottle of lube to the nightstand and brought the plug toward my upturned ass, he smiled. “I love seeing you like this. Head down, ass up, spread wide open for me. You look ready for anything.”
I eyed that plug as if it had teeth. “I’m not sure about anything.”
Matthew stroked his cock once, twice, while staring at my ass before smacking me again. I jerked forward, hissing, pain and titillation mixing together to make me drip with need.
“You trust me?” He met my gaze, one hand holding on to my ass, the other holding that plug.
I couldn’t lie to him. “Of course.”
“Then be a good little bunny and trust that I want the best for you. The most pleasure. Everything I do is because I know you’ll get so much from it.” He brought that hand with the plug behind me until I couldn’t see it any longer. “Deep breath, and push out at the pressure.”
And oh, that pressure. So much, so much. Stretching, pushing, filling me up. I buried my head in the pillow and tried to breathe through it. Tried to find the pleasure in the pain. It wasn’t until Matthew dropped a hand and started playing with my clit again, still pushing that blasted plug into my asshole, that I was able to relax just a little.
“That’s it. That’s my good bunny. Just a little more, then I’ll give you everything you want.”
Had I been in a different frame of mind, I might have laughed at that. Everything I wanted? He’d given me that hours ago—all the rest we’d been doing had been above and beyond anything I could have even thought to consider possible.
As he pushed on the plug and held on to my ass, I moaned, the stretch lessening, the pressure increasing. He must have made it over the thickest part of the toy. The plug must have been seated all the way. Resting inside me. Sparkly jewel fully on display.
I turned my head, rocking against his hand. Watching him as he stared down at me in what I could only describe as wonder. As deep, lustful need. As something I wanted to see on his face a thousand more times.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” He sat back, taking his hand away from my clit to hang on to my hips with both. “I…I was going to go slow, bunny. I swear. But this”—a wave at my upturned ass—“fuck, it’s a thing of beauty. I want your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock so fucking bad right now.”
My answer came from deep inside me, from some fox mating instinct long buried. From knowing what my man, my mate, my stallion, needed to hear in that moment. “It’s yours. Take what you need.”
His eyes met mine again, almost shocked yet still arrogant as fuck. “I intend to.”
Cock in hand, he teased me. Dragged the head through my slit, wetting it in my arousal before sliding it down to bump my clit over and over. I practically growled, needing him inside me, feeling so damn empty yet full at the same time. But when Matthew thrust forward, when he buried his cock inside me while I had that plug in my ass, I saw stars. Literal stars.
I also suddenly felt completely full, more than ever before. Stuffed at two ends. And I fucking loved it.
“You’re so goddamned tight. I knew you would be.” He moved like a man possessed, like a man who needed to use my body to come. Who wanted nothing more than to seek his own pleasure. And I was ready to give it to him.
I dropped my head to the mattress, arching my back and letting him slide deeper. The pressure, the dual sensations of his cock and that plug, drove me wild. Left me rocking, groaning, pushing my body back to meet every thrust. Knocked the language right out of my head until the only sounds I could make were wordless ones intending to tell him what I wanted—more, deeper, harder. Everything.
“Fuck, I can feel that plug inside you.” Matthew nearly fell over my back, humping hard. Slamming his hips into my ass and thrusting deep. “Makes you tighter. I’m going to come so deep inside you. Going to fill you up until my come drips down those sexy thighs.”
Yyyyeeesssss. My orgasm slammed into me, completely stealing my breath with its suddenness and intensity. I screamed, falling forward, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I rode out every blissful second of release. I didn’t feel Matthew pull out of my pussy, didn’t really take note when he pulled the sparkly plug from my ass either. I definitely didn’t notice him moving around behind me. Not until he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole and pushed. Slid inside. One long, slow stroke from tip to root. One single motion that had me crying out, twisting and trying to pull away from the intense pressure. From the feeling of him filling me up in a new way, so much more than his finger or thumb or even that plug. From the way my orgasm wanted to explode into mini ones at the sensations his cock in my ass brought me.
“I’ve got you, bunny,” Matthew said, groaning long and loud as he pulled out slowly and pushed back inside. “Fuck, this ass is so good. So tight. And all mine. I got to take this cherry from you.”
He grabbed the headboard above me, fucking harder, thrusting deeper every time. Increasing his speed until his hips were slapping into my ass and I was crying out again. My face pressed into the pillows, my screams tearing from my mouth. Matthew dropped down to cover my back. Grunting with every wild thrust. Slipping his hand between my legs to pinch my clit. That extra sensation, that little bit of pain, did me in. Again. I collapsed as I came, unable to hold myself up. Unable to control a single muscle in my body as pure, sweet, achingly exquisite pleasure took over everything.
Matthew let me fall, pushing my shoulders down with one hand. Pulling his cock out of my ass and coming all over my back. Claiming me. Marking me as his—as theirs.
“Property of Hidden E Ranch Stallions” might as well have been tattooed across my back.
“I think I’m going to need a minute,” I said when he grabbed at my hips, trying to pull me across the bed. His quiet laugh rumbled through the quickly darkening room, his hands strong and demanding as he moved me where he wanted to.
“I think you’re going to need a nap.” Matthew kissed my shoulder then rose from the bed, his footsteps retreating across the space. I didn’t turn to watch, didn’t have the en
ergy to pay attention either. I simply lay on his bed, surrounded by his scent and completely, utterly exhausted.
He came back with a wet cloth, cleaning me up. First my hips and back where he’d come on me, then between my legs, and finally right up the crack of my ass.
“That is so not sexy.” My grumble was met with another chuckle.
“Taking care of you in every way is totally sexy. Plus, you’re naked—sexy. And my handprints are on your ass—totally sexy. And my come was dripping down your spine—definitely fucking sexy.” He leaned down to kiss my shoulder before wrapping me in his arms and pulling us together. “Rest, bunny. You need it.”
“Will you stay with me?”
“For as long as I can. I have things to do for the herd once the guys are back, but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. You just sleep. I wore your ass out.”
Cocky bastard. “You definitely wore my ass out. And my thighs. And my toes.”
“Your toes?”
“From the curling. I think they’re permanently curled now.”
His chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh. “Sleep, silly bunny. When you wake up, we’ll get you some food.”
The darkness was already taking me when I mumbled something that I thought was “Food sounds good,” though by the way Matthew laughed again, I had a feeling that wasn’t at all what came out of my mouth. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but his warm weight against my back, his heavy arm around my hips, and the sleep pulling me into its embrace.
Chapter Thirteen
I woke up in Matthew’s bed again, though this time, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. What I did find, though, was a glass of orange juice, those same pain-reliever tablets from earlier, and a single wild flower in a little vase sitting right next to a brand-new princess plug. One with a different colored jewel in the end. A promise of things to come from my naughty stallion.