by Dawn Forrest
As he came down slowly from the sexual high, he realized that not only had he never laughed after sex, he had never let a women take control either. He knew it now, clear as a fresh mountain lake: he loved her. He drew back and looked at her in wonderment. He had thought that he only wanted to dominate, but Rachael had turned the tables on him, and he had enjoyed it.
“Speaking of a taste, I believe I owe you one. You didn’t come.”
She grinned. “If we are keeping score, then I’m well up on the orgasm chart. Anyway, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion you’ll make up for it later.”
He nodded as he produced a clean neckerchief from his pocket. “At least let me clean you up.”
She began to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss as his hand caressed between her legs, cleaning the evidence of their union.
“You’re doing a very thorough job,” she murmured, breaking the kiss for a second.
“I’ve a good work ethic.”
He teased her a little, playing with her clit, but not settling into the rhythm required to take her over the edge. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. “Please, Joshua.”
He stopped. “Later. I’ll make it up to you later. Come on. We’d better check on dinner.”
She huffed and pouted, but she didn’t protest. It was darn cute.
Joshua smiled to himself, a little teasing helped to raise the game. He would give her what she deserved a little later, no doubt about that.
Chapter 6
James and Janet had already set the table, and they all sat down to a casual dinner at 6:00 p.m.
“Gosh, you weren’t kidding. This stew is great,” Rachael commented after her first delicious mouthful. Joshua looked pleased as he sipped his wine.
It was clear to Rachael that Joshua’s siblings were delighted to be entertaining her, and she couldn’t help but feel completely at home in their company. She told them about her family and, in particular, the escapades of her two brothers. After one particularly funny story, Janet was crying with laughter, holding her sides.
“Oh, oh, it can’t be true,” she gasped.
“I swear to God, the car ended down a trench. They didn’t know it was there because workmen had only dug it the day before.”
“Your brothers sound like a lot of fun.” James chuckled.
“You may meet them soon. I think they’ll use the excuse of a family visit to look at the possibility of moving back themselves. It shouldn’t be too difficult for them to find work in the oil industry here because they work in oil and gas exploration in the North Sea at the moment.”
“Perhaps they can send us a CV,” James suggested.
“Why?” Rachael asked. “They don’t know much about cattle.”
James and Janet looked confused. Frowning, they glanced at each other and then at Joshua.
“We aren’t only a cattle ranch. We have other business concerns, primarily petroleum.”
She wondered why he had neglected to mention it when they were talking over lunch.
“That must keep you busy,” she said casually.
It hurt a little to think that he may have deliberately skirted around telling her about his business when she had been so open about herself. She recovered quickly from the embarrassment she felt in front of his brother and sister at obviously knowing so little about his life. The situation brought it home to her that she had known him less than one week. Here she was having unprotected, rampant sex with a virtual stranger. It wasn’t her at all. She just didn’t do this sort of thing! She took a big gulp of her wine.
“Very busy in the early days,” he answered. “But now we have managers to handle the day-to-day running of the company. It allows me to be involved more with the ranch, which I enjoy. James deals with the engineering and technical side of things.”
“Actually, Joshua, I want to speak to you about that. I think that once my exams are over I want to become more actively involved,” Janet said, giving Rachael a wink. She then abruptly changed the subject. “But let’s not talk about business now. Do you think you’ll stay in Meadow Ridge, Rachael?”
Janet, bless her, had realized that she was uncomfortable and had redirected the conversation. “Well, I’ve only been here a week, although it seems much longer somehow. It is still early days, but I really feel like I’ve come home.” She sighed, frowning. “I know it sounds weird…”
“No, not at all.” Janet squeezed her hand. “You were born here. You have family history and ties to this place. You’re a part of this land. I hope that you decide to stay, that’s for sure.” She started to giggle. “Gosh, I’m just remembering what you said to Roy.”
Rachael was thankful for Janet’s thoughtfulness and her light, bubbly nature. “Thanks for saying that. I appreciate it.” She gave Janet a hug.
“Wow, female bonding, I’ve never seen it before, it—it—brings tears to my eyes,” James choked out, pretending to wipe away a tear.
Janet and Rachael both laughed and simultaneously swatted him.
“I’m off. I will not be manhandled in this manner,” James huffed. “Not by my sister, anyway.” He caught Joshua’s glare and quickly added, “And not by you, either, Rachael.” As James rose from his seat, Rachael caught the slight jerk of his head that he aimed at Janet. “Thank you for the fine meal, brother, but I think I shall retire to the comfort of the TV room.”
“Oh, I’ll join you,” Janet rushed to say. “Thanks for dinner, Josh. See you later, Rachael.” She skipped after James.
“They are lovely. Not too subtle, though,” Rachael sighed.
“They like you.”
“I like them.”
“I’m sorry that I didn’t mention about the oil business. It didn’t seem particularly relevant, and I don’t like to shout about it. It has sometimes made a difference in how people behave. I guess that we haven’t taken the time to do all the usual fact- and fiction-finding that goes on in a relationship.”
“We’d better be careful. Hot sex can lead to meaningful conversation,” she said, half joking. She should have felt annoyed, but to be honest, she understood his position. “Look, I don’t care about what you do. No—that’s not right—of course I care because it’s what you do. What I mean is it doesn’t change the way I feel.”
“And how’s that?” He was watching her intently.
Shit, had she really just said that? Damn, but the wine must have weakened her guard.
“That I want more…of you,” she said quietly, surprised by her own candidness.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” He stood up and walked around to her side of the table. Standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders, he leaned over and kissed her neck.
“I’m going to give you much more. Come with me,” he murmured in her ear as he pulled back her chair and took her hand in his.
He led her to his wing of the house and the bedroom. It was nearly a quarter to eight, and the sun was low on the horizon.
“Take off your clothes,” he told her and stepped back to watch as he started to unbutton his own shirt.
As she had no panties on, she left the skirt until last, letting it float to the floor. They stood side by side, naked, watching the sky as the soft hues of orange, red, and yellow light flooded the landscape and the room. Then they turned to each other with open appraisal and saw that, for those few moments, they were unearthly beautiful creatures of light touched by the last rays of the dying day.
“Have you ever been taken in the ass before, Rachael?” he asked quietly, somehow making the words seem less blunt, crude, and embarrassing. He carefully watched her, waiting for an answer.
Uh oh. The peaceful feeling disappeared fast, like the golden light of the sun now dropping over the edge of the world being replaced by the muted shades of apprehension.
“N–no.”
“Get on your back, Rachael. Spread your legs, and raise your knees.” His voice was tightly controlled and devoid of feeling.
She
hesitated, chills traversing her spin and ribs.
“Thinking of backing out?”
“No,” she said clearly and defiantly.
She gracefully crawled on to the bed and turned over on to her back, bending her knees as directed. It felt so sluttish and rude to openly display herself in this way, but, God, what a turn on, too. Joshua fished out two pairs of velvet-lined, leather handcuffs from the bedside cabinet. Rachael watched as if hypnotized by them. Each leather cuff was attached to another by a thin, adjustable silver chain. He worked silently with purpose. First, he tied one cuff to her right wrist and the corresponding cuff to her right ankle; then, he adjusted the chain so that she would not be able to straighten her leg or move her arm very far. He then repeated the exercise with her left wrist and leg. When he finished, she was effectively restrained. This was all new for Rachael, and her body hummed with delicious, tightly coiled sexual tension. She realized that her imaginative mind was an erogenous zone of epic proportions and Joshua was feeding the fantasy, making her feel hornier than ever before. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and impale herself on his cock, but she couldn’t. The waiting and anticipation frayed her senses, stripping away anxiety and leaving only a raw desire.
He placed a pillow under her butt to raise it higher, and stepped back to get a good look at her.
“I’m going to take your ass, Rachael. It’ll be easier on you in this position. The initial entry will be less tight and more comfortable for you than if you were on all fours.”
He moved between her legs and applied copious amounts of lube to his cock and her ass and pushed some of the cold jell into her hot channel. As he pressed the head of his cock to her sphincter, it twitched and tightened.
“Joshua, I’m worried. You’re a big man.”
“You have to relax, love,” he soothed. “I’ll go real slow, trust me. I’ll fit like a hand in a glove.”
Suddenly a vision of the O.J. Simpson trial came into her mind. One size doesn’t always fit all. She stifled a nervous giggle.
“Now, take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he coaxed.
She had to simply lie back and let it happen. The cuffs prevented much movement. She trusted him with her body and hoped that he wouldn’t let her down. When she did as he bid, he pressed the slippery head of his cock against her and gently, steadily pushed forward, parting the portal to her virgin hole. Oh, my.
“You’re doing great, Rachael. Just relax, love. I’m nearly in.”
He was very careful, slowly and steadily pressing forward. All the time, he watched her face.
“Breathe, darlin’, and try to relax,” he coaxed in anguished chords.
As his flared cockhead pushed through, opening the tightly closed entrance muscles, Rachael almost panicked. It felt as if he were stretching and filling her beyond her capacity.
“I’m in.”
The unpleasant sensation eased and she simply felt incredibly full. He carefully inched deeper in small, pulsing increments. All the while, his face was a picture of concentration and restraint. He kissed her softly, parting her lips, lightly pushing his tongue into her mouth in time to the motion of his hips. When he withdrew his tongue, she pushed hers into his mouth and began to dictate the pace. She started gently and slowly, and he followed the rhythm with his thrusts in her ass.
Her body adjusted, and she soon she wanted more. She picked up the pace with her tongue, tilted her hips and moaned her pleasure. It must have convinced him that she was asking for more because he thrust faster and deeper. It was exquisite.
He broke the kiss and leaned back to gain access to her pussy with his hand. When he stuck two fingers into her wet depths, she cried out. He played with her clit, rubbing, lightly pinching the hood back between his finger and thumb. Locking the screams in her throat, she still couldn’t prevent the mewing noises that escaped.
“You don’t have to be quiet, Rachael. No one will hear you here except me. Don’t fight it, darlin’, I want to hear your pleasure,” he groaned.
She panted. “I’m so close, so close.”
She pictured climbing a tower and reaching the top, the rickety structure wobbling and swaying, and then the inevitable collapsing, cascading down as wave after wave of molten hot pleasure swamped her. She screamed his name and thrashed beneath him as he dug himself to the hilt. She felt her passage tighten around him. He sucked in a breath.
“Fuck. Stay still, Rachael, I don’t want to blow just yet. There’s more.”
More? What more? But even as she thought it, she wanted it.
He stared at her with such lust and longing that she wondered if she had conjured up a neon sign over her head saying, “Fuck me any way you want to.”
With what must have been supreme self-control, he waited for her orgasm to subside before withdrawing his still-erect cock.
“Now that you’re stretched, I’m going to take that ass of yours the way I want to. Roll over and get on your knees.”
His gentle, tender tone had been replaced by a cold, commanding one. In a dreamlike, passion-induced state, she found herself again complying, but due to the restraints, she couldn’t rest on her hands, only her shoulders.
“Spread your thighs. Raise your butt. Prepare to be mounted and ridden hard.”
Oh, my God. His roughly spoken words fueled the fantasy and heightened her lust. She felt submissive yet sexy, degraded yet desired. She saw him grit his teeth, close his eyes for a second, and settle himself. He applied more lubrication into her ass, lathered the puckered opening, and pushed the cold gel gently inside. This time, he pressed his slippery, hard length slowly but more forcefully through the tight ring of muscle. The angle of her body amplified his size, and she suddenly snapped out of the passion fugue. It was not comfortable. The sensation of pain seamed with pleasure hovered in the erotic no man’s land between the two. She took a sharp breath, and he stopped.
“It feels almost too much. You’re so big, but it feels good. I–I don’t know if…” She moaned.
He stopped for a moment to let her relax, to give her body and mind time to adjust.
“You’ll take it all because you want more.” He sounded harsh with lust.
He moved gently at first, slowly building up the pace.
“You’re a naughty girl, Rachael. You like it up the ass, don’t you?”
When she didn’t answer, he slapped her buttocks, then grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly onto his shaft.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she hissed, her synapses snapping, overwrought with a need too great to contain.
“Do you still want more? Do you want me to fuck this sweet hole full of come?”
“Yes.” Her voice quavered, and she was on the verge of the mother of all orgasms.
“Good. That’s what I’m going to do.”
He reached around her waist, strummed her clit, pushed three fingers into her pussy, and moved them in time with his thrusting hips. He grunted and bucked harder as she jerked and thrashed, his substantial scrotum slapping her twat and thighs. With her face turned to one side, she could see the scene reflected in the mirror. Rachael lost control. Her hips convulsed, and she slammed back against him, driving his cock deep to the hilt. As she howled her climax, he gave a warriors guttural roar and released his warm load deep within her with forceful, streaming pulses.
They stilled, locked together, breathing hard, unable to form coherent speech. Staying buried balls deep, Joshua leaned over and undid her wrist cuffs. She pushed up onto her hands, arching and stretching out her spine like a contented, satisfied cat, snuggling her butt into his groin. He stroked her back, breasts and sides. She reached between her legs and caressed his sac.
After several minutes, Rachael looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously. She was suddenly feeling playful and energized.
“You were right about your performance being a showstopper. I can’t wait for the encore, although I doubt I’ll survive it.” She giggled.
; “Encore? You’re already thinking about an encore? Jesus, I doubt I’ll survive you.”
They both grinned. He sighed and cuddled closer to her.
“Thank you,” she said softly, with serious sincerity. “It was amazing, and you made me feel,” she wanted to say loved, “special.”
He blinked, looking delighted and mildly surprised. “Thank you, too, and you are.”
He slowly withdrew from her body and went to the bathroom. She waited her turn to do the same. When she emerged, she found him looking gorgeous and relaxed, reclining on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head. She straddled his hips as she sat in his lap and leaned down to trail kisses from his collarbone, up his neck, on his cheeks, nose and, finally, his mouth. She honestly felt that she would never get enough of the taste and smell of him, and she certainly couldn’t imagine getting bored.
“You know, I didn’t have any dessert this evening,” he said with a gleam in his eye. “I want some pie.”
Rachael understood. She raised herself on her knees and off his lap a little to allow him to shuffle down the bed between her thighs. Then holding onto the headboard, she lowered herself onto his face.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we only have cream with our pie,” she teased, knowing that her pussy was wet again.
“My favorite,” he mumbled, then swiped along her slit, lapping up her juices. “It’s fucking ambrosia.”
He focused on her clit, flicking and swirling with his warm, wet, talented tongue, applying the perfect pressure. Within moments, Rachael was close to orgasm again. As she started to shudder and writhe, he grabbed her thighs to hold her in place.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It’s too much,” she cried as her climax crashed down upon her and her pussy muscles rippled in surrender to overstimulated nerve endings. He slowed but didn’t stop. It was exquisite torture. She tried to pull away but he held her fast. Her clit was supersensitive. Every touch sent a spasm through her cervix into her womb and radiating outwards, flooding her body with a fire-and-ice sensation too intense to bear.
“No!” she screamed, finally ripping herself out of his grip and falling to the side.