Submitting to the Sheriff (Cowboy Doms Book 2)

by BJ Wane

  With her eyes on the objects, she shimmied out of her pants, asking, “What are those?” even though she had a good idea.

  Grayson wiggled two fingers at her bra and panties and then held up the blindfold. “Self-explanatory. This,” he dangled the three-foot bar with cuffs on each end, “is a spreader bar for your feet. And this,” he twirled what looked like a hand-held massager, “is a Hitachi wand.”

  He didn’t offer further explanation as he took her bra and panties and turned to lay them atop her jeans and shirt on a chair and Avery noticed the black, multi-leather strands swinging against his thigh for the first time. The wicked looking flogger sent another ripple of unease slithering under her skin, but she refused to cave to the cowardice itching to take over. She wanted him, and that meant giving him the trust he kept asking for and his proclivities a try.

  That proved much easier to do when Master Grayson faced her again and Avery’s entire body flushed under his intense, molten stare. Excitement intertwined with nerves to start her trembling as his eyes lingered on her naked folds before he beckoned her to stand under the dropped chain. Her nipples pebbled into taut peaks as her breasts swayed with each step, her buttocks clenching as she imagined the eyes of others behind her shifting their way.

  “Wrists.” Master Grayson held out his hand, his dominant persona having taken over the minute they’d entered the club.

  Avery kept quiet while he secured her arms into a taut stretch above her head, the lined cuffs comfortable and somehow lending her a sense of security as he cut off her vision of the activities and people around the loft with the black silk swath. His clothed body brushed against her skin as he knelt at her feet, the brief contact tingling and warming her exposed flesh. He tapped the inside of her right calf, issuing a silent command to spread her legs she didn’t think to disobey.

  “Sheesh!” she gasped, swaying in the restraints as he finished securing her ankles.

  “Deep breath, sugar. You’re okay,” Master Grayson soothed, his voice a deep rumble as he ran his hands down the insides of her arms until he cupped her heaving breasts. “I do like your tits. Soft and so fucking squeezable.” His thumbs rasped her nipples, the calloused touch drawing the nubs tighter, his warm breath blowing in her ear as he pressed against her with a warning or a promise, she wasn’t sure which. “Time to play.”

  Avery didn’t know what she expected him to do next, but it wasn’t to trail the supple leather strands of the flogger over her quivering breasts and nipples as he tugged the band at the bottom of her braided hair off. He sifted his fingers through the mass of thick, unruly waves while tickling her abdomen with the narrow strips next, the dual pleasure of soft tugs against her scalp and caresses along her body lulling her into leaning toward him with a relaxed sigh.

  “There you go,” Grayson murmured, brushing the leather up between her legs, that simple graze against such sensitive flesh enough to pull a low moan from her constricted throat.

  A sharp nip on her neck spread a wave of heat throughout her body that intensified as he shifted behind her and snapped the flogger across her buttocks. Tiny pinpricks of pain came and went, leaving behind stripes of warmth. Avery drew a deep breath, thinking after the next swat that the instrument wasn’t so bad, and then quickly changed her mind with the third stroke.

  “Thought that might get your attention,” he stated in a smug tone from behind her.

  Even though she couldn’t see him, Avery turned her head and muttered, “You could have warned me,” referring to the heated stings that strike elicited.

  “And here I thought you knew me better than that,” he replied with humor.

  She sucked in a deep breath seconds before he delivered another blistering swat, this one leaving her cheeks throbbing along with the heat encompassing the fleshy globes. Her entire body quaked as he treated her thighs to the same burning cuts, her breasts jiggling each time she jerked against the restraints and the blows that were slowly working to suffuse her with pleasure. He trailed the flogger around to the front of her body, softening the strokes over her waist as he moved up to her trembling breasts. With a talent that spoke of experience, he struck the fleshy underside of her left breast, hard enough to sting but not hurt for long. He gave her right fleshy mound equal treatment before catching her nipple with the end of one knotted strand.

  Avery flushed and mewled with the onslaught of arousal as each sting made her crave more of the fiery lashes even though through it all her pussy remained empty, untouched… needy. She whimpered for more without realizing it, thrusting her hips forward, pleading without words for what she yearned for the most. He caught her other nipple on the next strike, leaving both nubs to pulse in swollen discomfort that fed her need as he snapped his way downward.

  “Tell me something, Avery,” Grayson demanded as he again brushed the strands over her labia. “Do you trust me yet?”

  “Yes, of course,” she rushed to answer without having to pause or think it through, her body shivering as her core filled with expectant heat.

  “Let’s test that, shall we?”

  She held her breath, knowing what was coming, waiting for it, wanting it and yet dreading it at the same time. When he struck the most delicate part of her body, inflaming the tender flesh, Avery shook in the bonds, shocked at the way her pussy swelled and dampened from the heated pain. Master Grayson’s curses warmed her even more, a hint her response had caught him off guard as well. She heard the flogger drop to the floor, a deep moan pushing past her lips as the soft brush of feathery strokes over the lingering pinpricks across her stomach jumbled her thoughts.

  “Where did you get that?” she gasped as he tickled the fleshy underside of her breasts next. That was one object she’d missed seeing in his tormenting arsenal.

  “I snuck it over.” Grayson twirled the feather around her breast, avoiding her nipple as he arched her head back with another tight grip of her hair.

  The tug on Avery’s scalp elicited another tremble, or did she quiver because he continued to tantalize the lingering discomfort from the flogger with light brushes over her striped skin? “You’ve run me a merry chase since coming into town, sugar, one I’m not altogether happy about.”

  The deep displeasure reflected in Grayson’s voice was at odds with the soft caresses over her nipples and yet bothered her just as much. “I didn’t mean to.”

  He released her hair and shifted behind her before she felt the touch of his lips on the side of her neck and the sweep of feathers across her throbbing buttocks. “That’s beside the point. You say you trust me but refuse to give me more than your body.”

  There was no time to formulate a reply as he ran the feather between her cheeks, the glide over her anus sending ripples of arousing shudders up and down her swaying body. The darkness enhanced her other senses, working to focus her attention on Master Grayson’s voice and movements as he reached around and plucked at one nipple while whispering in her ear.

  “But you’ll find I don’t give up that easy, Avery.” He punctuated that remark with another stroke between her buttocks and a tight pinch to her already throbbing nub, blurring the sensations until she couldn’t differentiate between discomfort and pleasure.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to say she was glad when the response dried up on her tongue as he reached around in front of her to tease the pulsating flesh of her labia next. “Oops, looks like I’ll have to either toss this feather or keep it as a souvenir now,” he taunted after pressing the feathers between her folds far enough to tickle her needy clit.

  “Please, Sir.” The whispered plea escaped before she could think to hold it back.

  Master Grayson stepped back with a low curse, shifting around in front of her a second later, the whirr of the wand startling Avery as he positioned the curved, vibrating end between her legs and covered one tortured nipple with his mouth. The soft buzzing against her clit sent a firestorm of sensation straight up her pussy. Avery’s breath caught in her throat as she fell he
adlong toward a mind-shattering orgasm that encompassed her whole body with mind-fogging ecstasy. Writhing in the bonds, she gasped for air like a drowning person breaking the water’s surface as pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced before washed over her.

  Shock slammed into Grayson with the ramming force of a two-by-four. He knew that catch in her voice, the same sound that had haunted his dreams for weeks, ever since he’d heard it over the phone. All the nuances about Avery he’d found so familiar since meeting her came back in a rush to leave him reeling from finally figuring out where he knew her from. Disappointment, curiosity and a kernel of anger replaced his need to be inside her bucking body as he held the wand against her clit and pulled up on her nipple before releasing it. Her soft cries were a shade off from the ones he remembered, and he surmised now she’d held something over the phone to disguise her voice. But nothing could hide that cock-tugging catch in her throat as she climaxed.

  He'd always enjoyed the intricate dance of negotiating a scene with someone new, but with Avery, he’d wanted to turn caveman and just take from the moment she’d stepped foot inside the club. Her wary skittishness, evasive answers about anything personal and those hints of familiarity had driven him to consider using his cock to pummel her depths for answers tonight. Now that he’d seen her naked and her lush body strung up, writhing in acceptance of his torturous commands and dampening in arousal, he knew she was perfect for him in all ways except the most important. She’d lied by omission.

  Grayson brought Avery down by slow degrees from the pleasure racking her body, removing the wand and replacing the strong vibrations with calmer strokes of his fingers. Her hot, swollen bud still pulsed, her abundant cream pouring from her puffy lips with each shuddering breath. Leaning forward, he licked over each erect, reddened nipple and heard her sigh. His disgruntlement wouldn’t allow him to fuck her right now, his need for both answers and relief rivaling each other until he decided answers had waited this long, they would keep a little longer.

  His lust couldn’t.

  Whipping the blindfold off, Grayson slid his hand under Avery’s hair and clasped her nape. Looking down at her flushed face, he waited for her eyes to focus so he could ensure she saw the displeasure he refused to hide. Let her wonder for a change.

  “You continue to surprise me, sugar. I wonder if you realize what secrets a woman’s naked body can give up when she’s bound and vulnerable as she’s brought to orgasm.” He reached up and released her wrists and then stooped to free her ankles. Pushing to his feet, he caught her as she swayed, the feel of all that soft, slick skin tempting him to take her here and now. His displeasure over her duplicity and years as a Dom and the lessons learned from playing with subs who weren’t forthcoming with crucial personal information kept him from sinking into her hot depths. Looking down into her eyes, he noticed her furrowed brow, a sign he’d confused her with his abrupt tone. Good.

  “Are you steady?” Grayson waited for her nod and made sure her focus was clear before reaching for her shirt and panties and handing them to her. “You can put these on.” Without waiting to see if she complied, he gathered up the spreader bar, blindfold, flogger and wand, returning the first three to the cabinet and tossing the toy in a bin for items needing sterilization before being put away. He tucked the feather with its damp plumes in his back pocket then turned to see her pulling the shirt down over her panties. Avery’s face clouded with confusion as he snatched her hand and tugged her toward the stairs.

  Stumbling behind him, she asked with breathless concern, “Is something wrong?”

  Grayson paused at the top of the stairs to swivel his head and reply, “Not a thing now, sugar. Come along. I need a drink.”

  Chapter 10

  Grayson was glad to see Brett seated at the bar with his wife, Sue Ellen, conversing with Caden. Since he’d spotted Dan at the spanking bench, in the midst of a scene with Mindy, a cute, curvy blonde who had been a regular for a few years now, he would enlist Brett’s assistance. He craved Avery’s lush mouth on his flesh more than his next breath, and it was time his sub learned to see to his needs.

  “Your sub looks a little dazed,” Caden remarked, his blue eyes twinkling as he took in Avery’s flushed face and round eyes as he poured Grayson a whiskey.

  Settling on a stool, Grayson pulled her between his legs, her back to him, her ass snuggled against his bulging erection. “The results of the two F’s: flogger and feather.”

  Brett smirked. “Just the two?”

  “Yes,” he returned without explaining why he hadn’t fucked her. “Thanks.” Nodding at Caden, he took a sip of the fortifying liquor. Tightening his arm around her waist, he pressed his cock between Avery’s buttocks and felt a shudder go through her soft body. “Problem?” he drawled, reaching up to cup one full breast through the shirt, rasping her nipple until the pouty bud stiffened again.

  Avery shifted her eyes away from the other two men, her gaze landing on Dan, who was now fucking Mindy with her legs over his shoulders, his hips pumping with vigorous plunges. She shook again, this time with a small sigh and he knew she was wondering why he hadn’t ended their scene by fucking her.

  “No… Sir,” she tacked on after he pinched her nipple in reminder.

  “Some subs deserve their Dom’s cocks, isn’t that right, Master Brett?”

  “That’s the way it’s always been.” He winked at his wife who returned his smile. “Then again, some subs enjoy pushing buttons and having to work for it.”

  “And some,” Grayson returned, hardening his voice in Avery’s ear, “push buttons and deserve to wait. But,” he pinched her other nipple, “that doesn’t mean her Dom should suffer along with her.”

  Turning her in his arms, he held her wary gaze as he slowly lowered his zipper and freed his throbbing cock, the sudden exposure to cooler air a soothing balm wafting over his inflamed flesh. Fisting a hand in her hair, a hold that was rapidly becoming his favorite, he ordered with direct bluntness, “Put your mouth on me, Avery.”

  The silken thread of steel underlying Master Grayson’s words gave Avery pause, as did the uncomfortable awareness of the other eyes on her. Something had changed, and for the life of her, she didn’t know what. The flash of disappointment she’d seen in his eyes when he had released her from the bonds had cut her to the quick. It hurt to think she might have caused him to become disillusioned with her. She wanted to see that light of approval in his eyes again and get back into his good graces, and if that meant meeting the challenge in that penetrating gaze, then so be it. Even though she had little experience with fellatio and wished he’d chosen another way to press whatever point he wanted to make, she almost drooled at the thought of tasting the hardened flesh he clutched in his hand. It helped she could still feel the imprint of his jutting cock against her butt, the scratch of his denim-covered thighs against the back of her legs teasing anew the stripes left from the flogger.

  He’d been stricter tonight than the previous two times she’d joined him at the club, but she’d relished the take-charge, firm commands that had stripped her of all decision-making and worries. His control had enabled her to embrace the new experience with bondage and light pain, and with any luck, she would continue to benefit from it as she tried her best to bring him as much pleasure as he had gifted her with.

  “I… I’m not very good at this,” Avery felt compelled to warn him, her hands pressed upon his thighs to brace herself as she bent at the waist.

  “I’ll guide you.” Master Grayson’s guttural voice sent a wave of longing through her as she watched his hand tightened around the base of his thick length. Aiming his rigid erection at her mouth, he prompted, “Open for me.”

  Closing her eyes, she wrapped her lips around his cock head, blocking her mind to everything except pleasing him. Hard and hot, his flesh seared her tongue as she stroked over the smooth crown and tasted his tangy seepage. That small sign of his aroused state emboldened her to take more, and with the aid of his hand guiding
her head, she slid her mouth down several more inches. She licked a circle around his girth, the thick veins pumping under her tongue, his skin tightening over the iron rod stretching her lips.

  Master Grayson tugged on her hair. “You weren’t honest with me, sugar.” Avery tightened her lips, wondering why she thought that statement held a hidden meaning. “You’re better at this than you said and that means a challenge is in order. Master Brett, could I enlist your help?”

  Avery only had time to suck in a shocked breath as Grayson clasped her head and pulled her mouth up his shaft. Her lips clung, out of fear of what they intended or the need to keep him close, she wasn’t sure. Holding her face, he kept his eyes on hers as Master Brett grasped her wrists and drew her arms behind her back, shackling them together in one hand. The awkward position had her struggling against their grips. “Gray… Sir…” Tightening her mouth, she shuddered as Grayson brushed his thumb over her lips.

  “Still don’t trust me, huh?” Disappointment laced his voice and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to shake her head.

  “I do…”

  “Prove it,” he demanded, cutting her off and lowering her mouth to him once more.

  Once she let go, put herself in his hands and concentrated on pleasing him, she was surprised by how easy it was despite the awkward, uncomfortable position. Opening wide, she took him deep, sucking hard as he maneuvered her head up and down on his cock. The back of her shirt rode up, and when a light swat jiggled her butt, the instant warmth urged her on. She traced a path under the rim of his cap, repeating the stroke when he jerked. A swipe over his crown and slit drew his low moan, so she did it again. Another tap landed on her opposite cheek and it was her turn to moan as she slid back down and used her teeth to trace those pumping, bulging veins. She came close to smiling when he swore and tightened his hands on her head, holding her still for his pumping, throat nudging invasion.