Into His Keeping

by Faulkner, Gail

  “Yes, please, Holdin. May I…ah…” Her face was already flushed. She couldn’t blush any more but she had to swallow again to continue. The electric current of sexual excitement snapped around them as he required she ask for him in her mouth. She didn’t have time to marvel at the way he turned the level of her need up with each demanding, unbelievably embarrassing and at the same time almost painfully exciting command. He had barely touched her and she could feel herself almost dizzy with want.

  Jill glanced down to give herself a little emotional space as she begged him for what she needed. She had no idea how she’d gotten here but was pretty sure he’d brought her to this place where feeling his cock in her mouth was something she was willing to beg for. “Please let me suck you.”

  “Can’t say the words, Jilly-girl? Look up at me and say it again. Show me you’re mine. That mouth is mine and so is every other needy opening in your body.” His chuckle was low, almost a snarl. “I’m going to fuck your face, little one, and you’re so wet you drip. What a beautiful little bitch my girl has become.”

  It was the first time he’d used such a word with her. Jill heard it, but it didn’t mean the same thing she’d always thought it did. He’d called her his, called her beautiful bitch and she loved it. She was one. He was right about the level of her excitement. For him, that was exactly what she was.

  Both his hands cupped her head and his fingers curled into her hair, holding her face up to his. “Look at me,” Holdin paused as her eyes rose to his, “and ask.”

  Jill couldn’t breathe through the excitement for a second as he looked down into her soul and dragged up her needs for his examination. Yes, she needed to feel him in her mouth. “Please, fuck your girl,” she whispered, and immediately he firmly pulled her to his cock.

  “Remember, hands behind back, baby. This is how you get it this time.” The fat head teased her lips, Jill opened but he didn’t enter her. He followed her lips with the damp tip, painting them with his pre-cum. Her tongue flicked out to lick at the taste and he smiled.

  “Hold that tongue out for me, Jilly-girl. Open wide and put it out there,” he commanded.

  Jill did as told, her eyes on his face as he watched her. Holdin placed the tip of his cock on her little pink tongue and watched as a drop of pre-cum pearled for her. Jill’s body shook in reaction. “Swallow,” he commanded again, and withdrew his cock.

  His fingers caressed her scalp as she gulped his taste into her body. “Good girl,” Holdin approved and her hips jerked in response. Looking down and making sure she saw him do it, he smiled at the dark, damp mark on the blanket below her. It was spreading.

  “Eyes on me. Now open.” His thick member rested on her lips again. Staring fiercely down at her, he was pressing into her, holding her head and controlling its movements. He’d never done that.

  His complete control of her had an amazing effect on Jill. Instead of feeling constrained, she felt relieved. He wouldn’t let her disappoint him. All she had to do was exactly what he directed and he’d even taken over her need to think about body movement. He’d left her one job, enjoy being what she was. She was free to sink into this amazing pleasure and let it consume her.

  His fingers firmly cupped her head as he nudged to the back of her throat. Jill closed over him, taking all she could and sucking. One of his hands went to the base of his cock to stroke himself as his hips began to move.

  His strokes into her were short jabs as his fist worked the thick base. Jill tried to lick him but she had no control and soon realized her job was to suck what he gave her as he gave it. He was truly fucking her face and it was driving her nuts.

  His fist in her hair holding her for each thrust into her mouth, his intent gaze as he looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her. All of it was so amazingly new and yet completely as it should be. He made her feel hungry for him this way, and now it was a new pleasure to feel him move in and out of her.

  Soon he grimaced and she felt him swell even larger, and then he pressed to the back of her mouth and held himself there as his fist worked his shaft.

  “Swallow,” he commanded harshly, and jets of semen flooded her mouth. Jill swallowed as fast as she could, blinking back tears as the sensations overwhelmed her. He held her to him as he shuddered and jerked. It was difficult to breathe and yet amazingly erotic. She shook in reaction as her eyes turned up to his face, she watched her astonishing Holdin lose control to her. That was a new thought. One that sent little flicks of heat down her body. She was the one who’d given him this orgasm.

  He stilled and then slowly withdrew from her. “Relax, baby,” he breathed. Holdin backed up to lean against the support post as Jill slumped down off her heels.

  Jill couldn’t look up at the magnificent male panting as he leaned against the post. She felt like a mess. Shy glances told her that the way he was looking at her should have

  made her feel like a beauty queen, a very naughty one though. Desperately she tried to gather her scattered emotions. Her scalp was a little sore from where he’d held her, her jaw ached and she had both saliva and cum dripped onto her breasts. All of those things made her both embarrassed and proud, and she didn’t understand how that could be. The reasons were the same and they were producing such conflicting emotions.

  Embarrassment won and Jill nervously glanced around but couldn’t find anything to wipe up with. She very carefully didn’t glance up at Holdin. It was difficult to understand what had just happened. What must he think of her? She’d begged to perform oral sex. She had drool and cum on her and she was embarrassingly turned on. Her hand went to the telltale drops on her breasts but he stopped her before she could touch them.

  “No. Leave them,” he commanded. His voice was soft but the tone was not. Jill froze in confusion as he strode to her side and paused as he looked at her. A little smile touched his lips.

  “You are so beautiful like that. Naughty looks amazing on you.” Once again Jill was swamped with the conflicting emotions. Proud of herself because Holdin enjoyed looking at her like this. And equally embarrassed to her bones because she was proud of herself for looking like this. It made no sense. What didn’t confuse her was the warm flush that zipped around her body.

  “Come with me, baby,” Holdin said quietly as he bent to put a hand under her elbow, the other grasping her hand to help her up.

  “Where?” Jill let him pull her up.

  “Put on my shirt. It’ll cover in case anyone wanders into the barn.” Holdin picked it up and pulled it over her head then scooped up his jeans.

  The shirt reached the tops of her thighs, barely long enough to cover her bottom. She was pulling it down in a useless attempt to make it longer as Holdin chuckled. Jill frowned up at him as he zipped his jeans.

  “This isn’t much covering.”

  Holdin pulled her against his body, cupping her ass cheeks under the shirt with gentle hands. His handsome face was filled with humor and approval as he looked down at the curvy bundle in his arms. “It’ll do. Remember, you’re doing as told, Jilly-girl. And I like how you look in my shirt. We’re only going down to the supply room. There’s a shower. My baby needs some cleaning up and I’ll be taking care of that.” His hands squeezed a little at he dropped a kiss on her nose.

  His arm remained around her as they descended to the ground floor. Jill felt strung up on adrenaline and potential embarrassment. His big body almost held her up as she moved with him.

  The T-shirt did cover her but not decently. It stretched over her breasts, which swayed beneath it. Her erect nipples were clearly visible. In front, it did touch the tops of her thighs, but behind she suspected it gave an explicit view with every move she made. Holdin was very firmly leading her down the main aisle of the barn now and she didn’t have a chance to be sure no one was at the other end.

  They both were barefoot but the foaling barn had very little debris on its floors. They reached the supply room without incident and Jill gratefully slumped against the wall.
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  It was a combination room holding what was needed to assist a horse’s birth and clean up after. The shower stall stood in one corner, beside it a toilet. Neither was cut off from the rest of the room. The wall facing them had floor-to-ceiling shelves beside an old stove. Next there was a large utility sink and several big pots were turned over on the drainboard. Though the ranch was not a working one at present and the horse herd small, this room had been kept stocked these last few years.

  Everything was very neat and clean, even the shower and toilet, but there certainly were no frills here. Holdin set a pot of water on the stove to heat and then smiled at her. “Come here, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  “Someone could come in,” Jill worried as Holdin turned on the shower. Jill stood in front of him as he shoved off his jeans.

  “No one is coming. The two ranch hands have the afternoon off and my folks are in the house. They wouldn’t show up, baby.” He pulled the shirt over her head, hanging both the jeans and shirt over a towel rack on the wall. “In you go.” His hand landed on her bare bottom with a smack. Jill squealed and had to step into the shower to move away from it.

  “Hey. What was that for?” she demanded as he followed her in.

  “Coz your pretty bottom is such a sassy, round one and I wanted to.” He chuckled as he turned her to stand directly below the warm spray of water. Jill gasped and gulped water as his hands started to move over her. He rubbed over her breasts gently, making sure they were rinsed as he smiled down at her. Then soaping a washcloth, he turned them so his back was to the flow of water and carefully washed every inch of her.

  They’d never done anything like this before so Jill had no experience to go on, but she was pretty sure the way he was taking care of her was not how a guy usually treated a girlfriend. His careful hands caressed, rubbed and fingered every inch of her as he told her to move or turn or lean her back against his chest. The soapy petting was slow and sensual as they both watched his big hands move over her, around her and in her.

  Jill was hardly aware of the soft mews as he touched her, her back on his chest as his big arms reached around her to glide over breasts, under them, down her torso and slowly between her legs. Again it was his firm control edged with her shy embarrassment that set her on fire. He kissed her neck in loving nibbles as his soap-slick fingers investigated each fold between her legs and had her thighs trembling again when he whispered in her ear, “Still determined to have cock in this pussy?”

  Jill’s head was lolling on his thick shoulder as she smiled hazily. “Oh yes.”

  “What happened in the loft didn’t scare you?” he wanted to know as he twirled a fingertip into her belly button.

  “You mean when you get fierce and demanding?” Jill licked up an interesting tendon in his neck as he bent over her shoulder, watching his hands make soapy mounds of her breasts that were beginning to burn as he fondled them.

  “Yeah. Were you afraid?”

  “No. Here’s the big secret,” she whispered to him. “I feel safe when you do that. Not safe in every way, um…it’s hard to explain. I’m safe with you and terribly excited.”

  “Explain it to me,” he urged as he directed. “Bend over, hands on the shower wall and spread for me, baby.”

  Jill gulped as his hands firmly encouraged her into the position he wanted with an arm around her waist and one hand at the back of her neck. There was no chance of her falling as he held her, but he was also ensuring she did as instructed.

  “Explain what?” Jill gasped as he gently pulled one of her cheeks open and proceeded to slowly drag the washcloth down her crack, circling her anus as he gave himself a good view of his actions.

  “The not safe part, baby,” Holdin questioned then added as he continued the meticulous cleaning, “I take care of what’s mine and every inch of you is mine, Jill.” The washcloth disappeared and it was just his soapy fingers now. Still carefully holding one bottom cheek open so he could see what he was doing, he rubbed her puckered opening then firmly pushed the tip of his finger into her to gently circle just inside her.

  Jill laid her cheek on the damp shower wall and gasped through the swirling mix of sensations and emotions. His finger wasn’t painful. It was a guilty pleasure. As was the knowledge that he watched as he did this.

  The fact that she voluntarily arched her back and presented herself just as a bitch in heat does to a male animal was shockingly nasty. That mix of embarrassment and pride assaulted her again. Pride because she’d heard Holdin’s growl of approval as she shifted. Embarrassing because she was proud of being this eager to please him. She wanted his attention like this and her body knew it, as did he. He couldn’t help noticing her involuntary push back on him, or the way her feet shifted so her toes turned in and the space between her thighs widened. Somehow she’d become the bitch in heat presenting to him.

  “It’s this,” Jill whispered in a shaky moan. “What you’re doing right now. I’m embarrassed and excited. You take me to the edge. Don’t you get it? You’re looking at my ass, playing with it and I feel helpless, so exposed. At the same time I’m safe. It doesn’t make sense.”

  Holdin stopped moving, his finger inside her. Her body was trembling in minute tremors as he looked down at her. “Jill, you love this. I can see you shaking in excitement.” His finger twisted in her again and then he pressed a second slippery tip into her.

  Jill gasped as her head sank down between her shoulders.

  “Push back on me, baby,” Holdin instructed. “Open your ass for me by pushing back. I want to see my fingers fuck this tight little hole while you explain how that makes you feel.”

  Her body bore down on his fingers and her tense opening flowered for him. A third finger entered with slick ease and he twisted them. She shuddered hard.

  “I can’t. I can’t explain it,” Jill sobbed desperately as fire rushed up her belly. The three fingers in her anus stretched her but there was very little pain. The burn was a quick spice to the pleasure and helpless embarrassment.

  “Try,” he demanded as his fingers pressed in a little farther, widening her opening and forcing her to relax.

  “I’m ashamed that I love it,” Jill confessed in gasping desperation, and he slowly rotated in her. “I know you’re looking at me and it’s so…embarrassing. But I want it. I want it like a drug or something. When you get like this, I can do anything you ask and be embarrassed about it and still be turned on. I am free of my inhibitions because you don’t let me have them.”

  Holdin chuckled darkly. “So my little Jilly-girl can be a bitch in heat for me and still a lady in public. Is that it? You get to enjoy both and not be responsible for the bitch part.”

  “Oh God. I guess,” Jill agreed.

  His hand released her cheek and snaked around her waist again, supporting her weight. “Back up.” Holdin was already pulling her off the wall. “Grab your knees and spread your legs wider.” He positioned her directly over the shower drain and made sure she was steady, three fingers remaining in her. Then he reached up and grabbed the showerhead that was on a long hose so it could be moved around.

  “Now hold still, my sweet little bitch,” he crooned. “I’m going to give you an interior bath.” He smiled as she quickly adjusted as his hands directed her. “That’s my pretty bitch doing as she’s told. Good girl.”

  The three fingers in her spread slightly, holding her open as he directed the firm spray of warm water up into her body.

  “Holdin! What are you doing?” she demanded as water shot up into her body and she had no control of it gushing out again because he held her open.

  “I’m taking care of my little bitch and making sure she’s ready for me,” Holdin replied calmly as he quickly put the showerhead back after making sure everything was rinsed. He then grabbed the soap and one-handed rubbed it over her bottom cheeks. Placing the bar on the top of her bent form, he lathered the soap he’d rubbed on her then drew the lather down her crack again, washing her quickly while sti
ll holding her ass open. His hand sluiced down both legs and back up. Then the soapy hand went to his cock, stroking over it in quick strokes she couldn’t see.

  “You need to be ready because I can’t wear a condom the first time,” Holdin continued. “I need to feel you, know if I’m hurting you. I can’t come in that sweet pussy, but I don’t think I can keep from coming in you, Jilly-girl. So I’ve made sure you’re ready for this.” His fingers pulled out and before her stretched hole could adjust and close, the fat head of his soap-slick cock slid into her easily. He gripped her hips as he pushed into her.

  Jill’s head snapped up in a shocked reaction as her body clenched. Thick, hot and slippery even though she tightened, Jill couldn’t have refused the hard intruder. New sensations rushed through her like a firestorm. Foremost was harsh excitement. It clawed at her with fiery fingers as he took her ass.

  “That’s it, feel it, baby,” Holdin hissed, and pressed into her tightening entrance. The careful stretching of her anus had paid off and she took him with relative ease. His soapy cock slid slowly into her. “Jezus, you’re so sexy. Such a beautiful slut. Relax, honey.”