“Yum,” he breathed once he pulled his finger free.
Lifting his arm, he slid it behind her back and cupped the back of her head. Controlling her head, he leaned in and kissed her. “You’re delicious,” he murmured against her lips.
He wasn’t surprised that Blaze returned his kiss in equal parts. They were both hungry for more, but he had planned the date, and things were quickly spiraling out of control.
Releasing her, he took a deep breath and sat back in his seat, forcing his attention back to the screen. He could not help but smile at the huff she gave when it became clear he was not going to do anything further to her at that moment.
When her hand eased into his lap, finding and stroking up and down his hard cock, he allowed it, for a few minutes. When he was on the edge of throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her out to the truck, where he would fuck her and God help anyone who got in his way, he pulled her hand away, kissed the palm, and then once again held it in hers.
He forced her to wait until everyone else had left the theater before they stood and she straightened her skirt. He stuffed the now soaked towel she’d been sitting on into the empty popcorn container before adding their empty cups.
After a stop at the restrooms, he helped her into the truck again. Once he was in the driver’s seat, he looked at her. “Where would you like to go for dinner?”
She shrugged with only a small wince at the movement. “I’m not very hungry for food. Could we get something and go somewhere private for a picnic and maybe some fooling around?”
Levin’s cock, which had finally softened enough to not embarrass him, began to stiffen again when she reached over and placed her hand high on his thigh.
“That sounds like a great idea,” he said with a grin.
After hitting the drive-thru at his favorite chicken place, Levin headed the truck toward home. Instead of heading back to the house, he turned down a dirt road and drove to a secluded spot between the Rocking JT and the Club Esoteria Texas property. The clutch of pecan and live oak trees provided plenty of privacy, though at that moment he didn’t care if the world showed up to watch.
Parking, he pulled the lever and slid the bench seat back as far as it would go. Then he released his seatbelt and turned to the woman who had captured his heart without trying. He needed her close while they ate. “Come here, little one.”
He shifted closer to the center of the truck while Blaze released her belt then shifted to her hands and knees on her seat. He helped her crawl to where he sat then settle across his lap. She straddled his thighs so they were face to face, belly to belly, and groin to groin.
She was tense and stiff, so Levin wrapped his arms around her and simply held her. It took nearly a minute before she took a deep breath, released it on a sigh, and relaxed.
“There, doesn’t that feel better?” he asked softly as she rubbed her cheek along his collarbone.
“Mm-hmmm,” she answered as she stroked her hands up and down his sides as if petting him.
“Hungry yet?” he asked a minute later when neither had made a move in any direction.
“Not for food,” she answered softly.
Sliding his hands to her shoulders, he pulled her back enough that he could see her face. She had the heavy-lidded sultry look of a woman on the prowl. “What are you hungry for, little one?”
The use of his submissive pet name had her swallowing and dropping her gaze.
“Answer me,” he demanded, adding a bit of power to his tone.
“You, Sir. I want to ride your cock, Sir,” she admitted softly as an adorable blush rose to her cheeks.
“You want to practice your cowgirl skills, eh?” Levin asked.
He tried to maintain a non-expression as his cock surged to full strength once again. Holding Blaze where she was, he moved them to the middle of the bench seat so they had plenty of room. After shifting her back, he opened his belt and pulled it from the belt loops on his jeans.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
She shifted her arms so they extended straight behind her back. Levin grasped her wrists and folded her arms so they came together to lay hand to elbow with her forearms pressed together. Then he wrapped his belt around them several times before threading the tongue through the buckle and securing it. This position forced her back to arch slightly, pushing her chest up and out in a deliciously tempting way.
“Any pain?”
“No, Sir,” she said, sounding a bit breathless.
Checking her expression, he saw she looked relaxed, content, and he could tell she was sliding toward subspace. Knowing she’d been in the lifestyle for nearly a decade, he wasn’t surprised that just being bound and dominated was enough to send her to a happy place.
Reaching between their bodies, Levin opened his jeans. With a bit of wiggling and shoving, he worked his jeans down to midthigh. He sighed when his cock and balls flopped free. Pulling a condom packet from his shirt pocket, he tore it open and quickly sheathed his cock, all under the silent, watchful gaze of the beautiful woman in his lap.
“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” he asked with a grin.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her gaze still focused on his long, thick erection.
Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, he held it away from his body as he slid a few inches down the seat. “All right then, subbie, climb aboard and get to it. But you won’t come without permission, will you?”
“No, Sir, not without permission,” she responded.
* * * *
It took some awkward maneuvering since she did not have use of her arms, but Blaze was finally able to impale herself on the head of Levin’s cock. She slowly lowered herself over his long, hard length. As she did, she leaned forward, tilting her head slightly and kissing Levin, hoping this was okay. She knew better than to top from the bottom, even in a relatively vanilla situation like this one. After all, Levin was her Sir, not just her playmate.
“Damn, you feel good, little one,” Levin said after breaking the kiss. “So damn tight.”
She smiled when he wrapped his big hands around her hips and began to guide her up and down his cock. She moaned softly as she arched her hips as she rode him, her pussy clamping down with every movement. At the same time, thanks to their position, her clit rubbed up and down Levin’s lower belly, driving her higher and harder than the fucking alone.
“Keep moving, little one,” Levin ordered as his hands reached for the shoulder straps of her tank top. He pulled them down her arms then did the same with her bra. Pushing the cups of her bra over the peaks of her tits, he bared her nipples.
Her movements faltered when he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and first fingers. She began panting as the small bite of pain shot a lightning bolt straight to her pussy. Her thigh muscles quivered as she continued moving though with less coordination now that her attention was split between pussy, clit, and tits.
“Sir, please, may I come,” she said with a whimper as her need continued to clamp down on everything from tits to thighs.
“Hold it, subbie,” Levin said as he cupped his hands under her tits.
He lifted them to his mouth and began to lick and nip and suck at her knotted-up nipples. First left, then right, then left again. At the same time, his hips began to rise to meet her every time she slid down over his cock.
She was having a hard time keeping up with his faster and faster movements. Finally, he released his tight grip on her tits and grabbed her hips again. He held her still and began to fuck up harder and harder.
Blaze bravely fought her orgasm back as her body tightened enough that she was certain she would have some sore muscles the following day.
When Levin’s hands tightened on her hips and he growled, “Now, Blaze. Come now,” she screamed as her release raced through her like fire through a field of dried grass.
She leaned forward onto his chest when his body came off the seat and arched. He growled her name as he followed her over the
edge into orgasmic bliss. His cock pulsed in her pussy, and she felt added heat as his seed filled the thin latex sheath that separated them.
When he settled back on the seat, she followed, feeling much like a puddle of goo as she rested her head on his shoulder and their bodies melded so close that even a piece of paper could not slide between them.
She had barely caught her breath when Levin lifted her off his softening cock and sat her across his lap instead. Pulling a stack of paper napkins from somewhere, he gently cleaned her up before dealing with the condom and cleaning himself up. Then he eased her clothes back into place before setting her on the seat beside him.
After pulling his jeans up and refastening them, he turned to her. “Lean forward, little one.”
She slumped forward, resting her forehead on the dashboard. He quickly released the belt and soothed the skin of her forearms before moving them around to the front of her body. Once he finished, she slumped back against the seat, feeling well used and strangely lighter.
“Thank you,” she said, flopping her head against the headrest to look across the bench seat at this man who had melted her brain. “This has been an amazing evening.”
“You’re such a good girl,” he responded with a satisfied smile as he slid back into the driver’s seat and readjusted the seat.
He turned the truck around, and they rode to Gunnar’s ranch in silence. When she began to compare and contrast dominant styles, she shook her head and scolded herself. Master Z was dead. It was way past time to let him go and move forward.
When Levin parked in front of the main house, Blaze blinked and came back from her thoughts. Releasing her belt, she turned. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”
Levin smiled and nodded. “Thank you for agreeing to this. I liked getting to know you away from the club. Damn, we didn’t eat dinner.” He reached for the bag of food he’d hung from the hook just behind her seat so it would be out of their way.
Blaze could not help the giggles that bubbled up. “Well, our minds were on other things. Would you like to come in? We can reheat the food and eat here, but then you’ll have to go home because I’m sure you have to work in the morning.”
Levin felt his smile grow wider. “Sounds like a plan since Master also gave me a ten o’clock curfew.”
Chapter Twelve
On Monday afternoon, a brisk knock at the front door startled Blaze from the email she was writing to the county office that oversaw foster children and the social workers who watched over them. She had spent the better part of the day on the hunt for information, not only regarding the requirements of social worker certification in the state but also whether or not her years of working in North Carolina would be useful in getting a position in Texas. Though she was intrigued and interested in the job at the Rocking JT Ranch, she wanted to cover all her bases and see what other opportunities were available.
Knowing Gunnar and Jillian were busy with their own work endeavors, which, at this time in the afternoon meant a nap and some private time, she laid her computer aside and went to answer the door. Wyatt’s appearance was an unexpected, but not unwelcome, surprise.
“Hello,” she said with a smile.
Wyatt took off his hat, looking a little nervous, which she had a feeling was not a usual occurrence for the dominant, take-charge man. “Good afternoon. I was wondering if you’re available this afternoon for an impromptu and unplanned date? We’ll be well chaperoned, if that’s a concern.”
Wyatt waved toward his large pickup where three teenage boys were watching their every move closely. When the boys saw she was looking in their direction, they tipped their hats and grinned.
She then noted the rather large horse trailer hitched to the back of the truck.
“And what will be doing on this well-chaperoned, impromptu date?” she asked, feeling a little bit of her bratty side returning.
Her leg muscles were still a little sore from yesterday’s encounter with Levin, and she wasn’t sure horseback riding would do her any good at that moment.
“I’m taking the boys to a rodeoing skills class one of the neighbors holds every year and hoped you might like to come along. You won’t have to race barrels or anything,” he added with a twinkle in his eye that made everything between her legs go soft and wet.
“I need to change,” she said, looking down at the long cotton skirt she wore with a snug-fitting T-shirt.
Wyatt’s eyes swept down her body and back up again just before his friendly grin turned predatory. “No, you don’t. Just put on sneakers or boots and grab a sweater.”
Blaze swallowed and nodded. “Okay, give me a minute to finish the email I was writing and grab my shoes.”
Wyatt nodded and turned to face the boys. He must have given them a sign because the next thing she heard was cheering from the truck before he turned back again.
Blaze hurried through the rest of the email, not allowing herself to worry and debate every word. Once it was sent, she closed down her computer and carried it to her room, leaving it on the small table in the corner she had turned into a desk of sorts.
After pulling on her cowboy boots and grabbing her purse and denim jacket, Blaze grabbed her phone from its charger and sent Jillian a text letting her know where she was headed. Jillian immediately responded with a thumbs-up, obviously giving her approval for the outing.
At the front door, Blaze stopped, took a deep breath, and murmured to herself, “You’ll be fine. Just relax and enjoy yourself. He won’t do anything too kinky with three boys watching.”
It took another deep breath and self-assurances that she wanted to get to know him like she had Levin the day before. Their relationship would not be just about sex. It would be about so much more, including a job, if she wanted to join their ranch’s staff.
Opening the door, she pasted a smile on her face, but it turned genuine a second later when she met Wyatt’s nervous smile. “Thought I’d bolt?” she asked with a touch of snark in her voice.
He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, which earned them hoots from the boys, before taking her hand. “Just a little nervous is all. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date with a lady.”
“You and Levin don’t date?”
He grinned as they crossed the porch, descended the steps, and approached the truck. “We do, but it’s things like stopping for a beer after running errands in town or dinner out to celebrate a great quarter or something like that.”
“Well then, I guess I’m going to have to be more demanding about dates,” Blaze said with a giggle as he opened the front passenger door for her.
Once they were both settled in the truck, Wyatt introduced the boys as Danny, Pete, and Miguel. The boys had gone silent the moment she climbed into the truck. She smiled and said hello to each boy, who responded in kind.
“Thank you,” Wyatt said when she turned around to face front again.
“For what?”
“This is the first time since they got in the truck that they haven’t been chattering like a bunch of girls. Thank you,” he said with a chuckle that had her giggling in response as the boys voiced their offense.
The twenty-minute ride to the ranch where rodeo school was being held was filled with Blaze asking questions then demanding each of the boys, and Wyatt, answer in turn. After Wyatt parked, she tried to stay out of the way as Wyatt and the boys unloaded three horses and saddled them. Once the boys and their horses headed to the arena where a half-dozen other young men and their horses were gathering, Wyatt closed the trailer and then looked at her.
“Ready for a walk?”
“Shouldn’t we stay here and keep an eye on the boys?”
“We’ll be back before the action starts,” Wyatt said, dropping an arm around her shoulders and turning her away from the arena. “In the meantime, you can tell me everything there is to know about Blaze Richards.”
* * * *
Blaze allowed Wyatt to guide her away from the arena and toward a grouping
of barns and other buildings that all seemed to have a purpose in the running of a ranch. She’d seen many of the same buildings at the Rocking JT over the weekend.
“Did you always want to be a social worker?” Wyatt asked as they stepped into shade, the temperature difference noticeable.
“I always wanted to help people,” she answered, “but I can’t stand the sight of blood so the medical field was out. Where I grew up, they wouldn’t allow women into the fire department, the military said I was too small, and my high school guidance counselor suggested social work as a viable option.”
“What about you? Did you always want to be a rancher who saves horses and teenagers?”
“I always knew I’d take over the ranch from my parents but spent time in the Army, which taught me that looking to the future and raising up our young people is the only way to go. And like you, I like helping people. When Levin and I got out and came home after my dad died, we decided to shift the focus of the ranch. I just wish we could help more people, get others to join us in our efforts.”
“And you will,” Blaze said, certain that whatever Wyatt set his mind to he achieved. That was a trait of every dominant she knew, whether directing a scene at the club or in their business, they were always in charge and, in one way or another, successful.
“We will,” Wyatt said, squeezing her gently with the arm that was wrapped around her back. “Especially when we have a kick-ass social worker on staff.”
Blaze chuckled but refused to take the bait he was dangling in front of her. They had agreed she would not make any decisions until Friday evening, though she had already made up her mind. If they were still agreeable, she would leap at the chance to help them.
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