by Desiree Holt
“Take me in your mouth,” he ordered, his voice edgy.
Bailey obediently bent her head and slid the length of his cock as far into her mouth as she could. He was wide and thick, and she had to stretch her jaws to the max to accommodate his size. But the feel of that shaft riding along her tongue and bumping the roof of her mouth sent shivers skating along her spine and more liquid trickling from her pussy and onto her inner thighs. As she worked him in and out, the scent of her own musk became so strong she was sure it carried to everyone around her.
Hondo leaned forward and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her head so he could adjust it this way and that.
“Suck me hard.” His voice was low and raspy. “Suck me off. I’ve been so horny thinking about you all week if I don’t get relief before we go in that room, the party will be over before it gets started. That’s it. Tighten your lips around me. Squeeze my balls.”
She dipped her hands into the open fly and cupped his heavy sac, holding it in her palm, rolling her fingertips against the hard balls inside.
Hondo tipped her head up just a little, not enough to break the grip of her mouth but enough to allow him to look into her eyes.
“Are you hot? Is your pussy throbbing? Are your thighs soaked?” He tightened his grip on her. “Don’t come. Not even to make me punish you more. Maybe one night I’ll let you come out here right in front of everyone but not tonight. I have other ideas.”
She squeezed his balls and pulled hard on his cock, and he sucked in his breath.
“Do it,” he told her through gritted teeth. “Do it now.”
Bailey worked his hard shaft up and down, maneuvering to take the full length as she increased both the pace and the suction. In seconds, his body stiffened, his grip on her head tightened, and he spurted into her mouth. She swallowed spasmodically, determined not to lose a drop. When she felt him soften and his grip on her head eased, she pulled back, closing her lips around the head of his dick before releasing it altogether and tucking it back in his slacks. Then she sat back on her heels, head bowed, waiting for further instructions.
Hondo shifted forward in his seat and pressed his lips to her ear.
“Very well done. I plan to reward you with a very good punishment session.”
Bailey hoped they’d get started soon because her body was so ready for it.
His fingers grazed the nape of her neck beneath her hair, and in a moment, the buttons fastening the top of her halter were free and the fabric fell forward, exposing her breasts. Automatically, she started to move her hands to cover herself then remembered she did not have permission.
“Don’t do that,” he warned. “Stand up. Hands behind your back.”
She maneuvered herself to her feet, not so easy with the stiletto heels she’d chosen to wear. Hondo rose at the same time and finished removing the halter from her body.
“It pleases me for others to admire your breasts and envy me,” he told her. “To know that you will expose them for me yet no one else can touch them.” He finished unfastening the halter and touched her elbow. “This way.”
She followed behind him, body straight, eyes slightly downcast, hands still behind her back, as he led the way to one of the private rooms. She was acutely aware of eyes studying her as she passed different groupings of people, eyes that fastened on her exposed breasts. Just knowing people were watching her ramped up her arousal. She didn’t know if the stimulation was the result of her long dry spell before the other night or the intensity of the connection the two of them had made. Everything seemed to make her pussy throb and her nipples harden into stiff peaks.
As with the room of the previous session, the lighting was soft and diffused. But this room had can spotlights, shining down from random locations in the ceiling. And where the first room had been outfitted with a St. Andrews Cross, this one had an old-fashioned pillory as well as a padded bench, along with a number of instruments displayed on one wall. The air was scented with eucalyptus and filled with a fine mist. Bailey inhaled deeply and felt her racing nerves calming. She stood just inside the door, naked from the waist up, hands behind her back, head bowed, the thrill of anticipation curling through her. Hondo’s delicious taste still lingered in her mouth.
He turned to face her, arms folded over his chest, his eyes taking in every inch of her from head to toe.
“I’m the envy of a lot of men tonight,” he told her. “I want to be sure you know I am aware of the gift of your submission. I will never abuse it. I didn’t tell you that the other night, and I want to make sure you understand.”
“Thank you, Sir.” And thank you for knowing I needed to hear that.
“When I read your preferences on your information sheet, you checked that fear turns you on. Not just the pain but fear of what else can be done to you. That the anticipation acts as an aphrodisiac to you. Is that right?”
“Yes.” She nodded, still looking down at the floor. Would he decide that was more than he wanted to deal with? She’d certainly had that happen before.
He walked up to her, placed his hands on her shoulders and his lips close to her ear. “I can give you a good kind of fear,” he whispered. “I can scare you to a climax.”
Shivers of anticipation rippled over the surface of her skin.
“Remove your skirt,” he ordered, placing her halter top on a chair.
Her fingers trembled as she unfastened the one button and eased the zipper down. The fabric slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stood wearing nothing but the same sexy, strappy sandals she’d had on the previous time.
Hondo moved in front of her, his gaze drinking her in. With the tip of one finger, he traced the outline of her bare mound, across the top and down each lip. When he traced the length of her slit, Bailey had all she could do to keep from pushing onto his hand. Cupping her chin to tilt up her head, he ran the fingertip over her lips.
“Taste yourself, Bailey. See how sweet your juices are.”
Obediently, she licked the moisture from her lip. It mingled with the residual taste of his semen in her mouth in an erotic blend of flavors.
“Tonight, I’m going to put my mouth there and suck you until you come screaming.” His smile was hungry. “But not until you’ve been properly punished.”
Leading her over to the pillory, he positioned her in place. This structure had one addition to those used in earlier centuries—it also had openings for her breasts as well as her neck and hands. Adjusting her carefully so she fit appropriately into the carved spaces, he locked her into place. Then, nudging her legs wide apart, he placed a long thin bar between them, fastening the ends around her ankles so she was spread wide for his pleasure.
Every part of her body was completely at his mercy, to do with as he wished. The familiar tantalizing fear crept through her as she waited to see what he would do next. She watched him lift a single tail whip from the wall and caress its thin strip of leather with his fingers.
“Your preferences list a desire for this.” His voice was rough with the edge of lust. “I like using it myself. It leaves nice thin stripes on the body. Especially the lips of your cunt.”
Oh, god! She was shaking with anticipation. Do it, she wanted to shout. She wanted to feel that sharp bite on her sensitive skin, the kiss of the lash that was so incredibly arousing. She closed her eyes, willing herself to take those first steps into subspace as she waited to feel that first sharp sting.
Crack!
The leather bit into the flesh of her ass, first one cheek, then the other. She trembled as need surged through her.
Hondo’s hand smoothed over the curve of her buttocks. “Yes. This is good. Such a nice shade of red.” He traced the length of her slit with his fingers. “I love how wet you get and how fast. Okay, then.”
He applied the lash again and again, the rhythm uneven so she never knew when the next blow would fall. With each slash, heat spread through her body. When he wielded the whip so just the tip of it touched the expo
sed lips of her cunt, the sensation was so intense she had to grit her teeth to hold back her orgasm.
By now, everything in the room had fallen away. Nothing existed except the man, the instrument he used so expertly, the blessed, blessed pain, and the erotic fog that wrapped itself around her, blunting everything else. When he tossed the whip aside, she was torn between relief and a rampant need for him to continue until the pain pushed her over the edge into climax.
“You want to come.”
Can he see inside my head?
“But not,” he reminded her, “until I give you permission. Close your eyes.”
She lowered her lids, embracing the darkness, nothing existing except the blessed, arousing pain and the expectation of what would take her to new heights. She flinched slightly, or as much as her restrained position would allow, when something ice cold touched first one nipple then the other.
“Like that, do you?”
She felt pressure on her breast and the edge of something sharp. Then that quickly it was gone. Then again on the other breast. And gone as quickly.
“Know what this is?” he asked. “It’s that knife you liked so much the other night.”
She still had her eyes closed, but she could sense him near her, inhale his very masculine scent. In her mind, she imagined him stroking her with that knife, wielding it skillfully so that it never pricked her skin, just using it to create erotic fear.
“You know I’d never injure you with it,” he went on, as if he could read her thoughts. “That’s not who I am. Or who you are.” The flat of the blade pressed against one breast. “You like the fear of not knowing, right? Your nipples are so hard they’re like diamonds.”
He scraped the edge of the knife very lightly over them. Starbursts of sensation shot straight to her cunt. And when the very tip of the knife probed oh so softly into one of the dimples of a nipple, she gasped at the intensity of the heat that flooded her.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he ordered.
From his voice and his scent, she could tell he was still very, very close. For a moment, nothing happened and she was consumed with an electric combination of fear, anticipation, and need. The lips of her pussy tingled almost unbearably where the single tail of the whip had lightly kissed them. She desperately wanted to squeeze her legs together, but the spreader bar prevented that. So she stood there, effectively restrained, and waited with her eyes closed, in the darkness, for what came next.
She didn’t have long to wait. The tip of the blade skated lightly over the curve of each cheek of her buttocks before prodding very, very lightly at the top of the hot crevice. Bailey shuddered as heat swamped her. Would he slide the tip down to her opening? To her anus? Would he tease her with it, holding her on the edge of fear, both of them knowing it would never be used for harm. But also knowing the sheer anticipation would send a flood of her sexual liquid into her cunt.
“Another time.” Once again, he seemed to be reading her mind.
She heard movement, and then the crack of the whip in the air. Was he going to use it again?
Oh, please, please, please.
She heard another movement then felt the touch of his hands as he drew the thin strip of leather between the lips of her pussy, rubbing it over her clit. Oh, god, she needed to come so badly.
“Do not come,” he ordered again. “I haven’t pleasured myself yet. Keep your eyes closed. Don’t open them, yet. Just feel. That’s all.”
He must have knelt between her outspread legs because, in the next moment, she felt his hands first on her thighs then on the lips of her pussy, spreading them wide. When he placed his mouth over her clit, she had all she could do to keep from exploding. He licked and sucked and twirled the nub of flesh in his mouth. Grazed it with his teeth. When he stopped, she screamed in frustration.
He rose to his feet, his laugh low and possessive.
“I have the power over your orgasm. You know that. So control yourself until I’m ready to have you come. And keep your eyes tightly closed.”
She heard him moving about and then he was behind her. He’d shed his clothes, and she felt the roughness of the hair on his thighs as he pressed them against the backs of hers.
“I can take you just like this,” he rasped. One finger slid through the crevice, then again the tip of the knife. “Which do you want? My knife or my cock?” He nudged her with his knees. “Answer me.”
Her mouth was so dry she could barely speak, her body vibrating with her arousal. “Y-Your cock. Sir.”
“Or maybe both?” He trailed the tip of his knife down the ridge of her spine.
She shuddered and her breathing became uneven.
Every muscle in Hondo’s body tightened with the need to be inside her. He had planned to follow the whip and knife with a short fireplay session, but this woman shredded his usually Herculean control. He rolled on the condom he’d placed on one extension of the pillory. Then wrapping his fingers around his shaft and bending his knees slightly, he pressed against her opening, now a deep pink and glistening with her juices. One sharp thrust and he was inside to the hilt.
Oh, sweet Jesus!
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wanting to explode inside her right now. Sliding his arm around her waist, he found her clit and rubbed it, fast and hard. He kept his fingers there as he drove into her again and again. Her inner walls clung to him like a tight wet glove, squeezing around him.
Unable to wait longer, he pistoned in and out of her hard and fast, his fingers continuing to torment her clit. When he felt the familiar sensations in his lower back and in his balls, he pinched her nub hard. Very hard. She exploded with him. He spun out of control, bucking in a wild ride with her, his cock pulsing hard and fast inside her.
Hondo bent his neck and leaned his forehead against one of Bailey’s shoulders while he waited for both his body and his brain to settle. Then, carefully, he released each of the wooden bars holding Bailey in place and unlocked the spreader bar from her ankles. Catching her in his arms, he carried her to the big armchair in the corner and held her in his lap.
Boneless, Bailey cuddled against him like a kitten, her head snuggled against his neck. The pulse visible at the hollow of her throat beat wildly, like the wings of a trapped bird. Hondo stroked her arm and murmured softly to her, easing her from the deep embrace of subspace. She might not have been playing in the scene for a long time, but both nights they’d been together, he saw how easily she rolled herself into it. If a Dom she played with wasn’t a responsible person, he could take advantage of that and she could really be hurt. Was that what she didn’t want to talk about?
So many thoughts bounced around in his brain while he sat and held her. He had looked a long time for a woman who not only enjoyed the most intense of BDSM activities but was able to leave her submissive nature in the bedroom. He needed—wanted—a strong woman in his life. One who enjoyed living the way he did. Who had a mind of her own. In Bailey, he had a strong feeling he’d found just that person.
And that didn’t even take into consideration the maelstrom of emotions whirling around them. Something much, much deeper than the physical pleasure.
What he needed to do was take her out to dinner, someplace quiet with great ambience where they could have a drink and really talk about their situation. Tell each other the secrets they kept hidden. Really learn about each other. He was definitely up for regular sessions at Rawhide. But now he wanted more than that. Much more.
The problem was, how to convince Bailey?
Chapter Six
Hondo shifted in his saddle and swiped at a fly buzzing around his face. This morning, six of the wranglers had been working with yearlings, getting them used to being handled, to taking direction. They’d been doing them in groups, six at a time, attaching lead ropes to bridles and schooling them to begin taking direction. This was a part of the job he’d always enjoyed, working with the young spirited horses and schooling them either as cutting horses or for rodeo work. Several
of the horses trained and/or raised at the Lucky L had won ribbons at rodeos. Others had become dependable workhorses at ranches throughout the Hill Country.
He wished it was as easy to establish order in his personal life as it was with the horses. He and Bailey had been together nearly a dozen times at Rawhide, each session more intense than the previous one. He’d learned how far he could really push her, when her pleas were part of the game or when he really was taking her past an invisible boundary. He’d discovered the different levels of pain she could tolerate, and which types of pain turned her on the most.
And the fear games they’d played…well…he had a feeling he was even more aroused than Bailey was. To have her completely in his control, for her to know that he could do whatever he chose with her…
And the more they were together the more he wanted with her. He was so far gone. But Bailey was like a frightened bird in many ways, still dealing with lingering episodes from her past. She’d shared many of them during quiet dinners when they’d both talked about their lives and how they got to this point in them.
It amazed him that she could be so completely in control, so strong outside the theoretical bedroom door. But when that door was closed, she submitted to him completely as little by little he’d assuaged her reservations. And once they put on their vanilla clothes again, the power was all in her hands. She could handle the other wranglers and the horses with equal ease. Such a tough little thing who faced most of life without reservation.
She and Liz Wright had become friends, even though Bailey worked for the woman. He was glad they’d formed this relationship because Bailey really hadn’t developed any other friendships.
“Too hard to explain myself to people not in the life,” she’d told him.
He had the feeling that past bad experiences had as much to do with it as anything else. He treasured the trust she placed in him, not just at Rawhide but in the things she’d told him, the way she opened up to him. Now, he just had to figure out how to take things to a new level. He knew in his bones that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Bailey. He knew she had very strong feelings for him. They’d never exchanged the “L” word, but it hovered in the air between them the last few times they’d been together. Convincing her to take a chance on them might be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life.