by Dawn Forrest
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He stopped about ten yards away and raked his gaze over her form. He was hit by a wave of blatant possessive lust. He noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her erect nipples poked against the thin material of her blouse, leaving little to his rampant imagination.
He knew that he would do anything to keep her near, and nothing would be too much trouble. He felt the air between them, ozone charged like a tangible, captivating force, intent only on holding her to him. She was unique. She was for him. He was resolved to savour the moment, to tease out the threads of palpable anticipation.
“Remove your panties,” he ordered quietly yet firmly, staring at her face without the hint of a smile.
She held his gaze. “No.”
She was denying him. It was untenable, and he narrowed his eyes.
“I can’t,” she purred with a hint of a sexy smile. “I’m not wearing any.”
Snap, his resolve broke. He stalked forward and swept her off her feet. Kicking the front door open, he stormed in and placed Rachael on the nearest surface—the table. He stood between her legs and kissed her hard, crushing her lips, claiming her mouth. His big hands roamed everywhere. Rip, there went her blouse; tear, her skirt was gone. He caught her scent—woman, vanilla, and desire. It drove him to distraction.
He broke contact to pull his shirt over his head and shrug out of his pants and jockeys.
“Take me. Fuck me. Do anything you like,” she moaned into his mouth. “Joshua, please, I need you.”
Her words enflamed his own need for her to yield to his dominance. It wasn’t politically correct, but he knew they both wanted it.
“I’ll fuck you, all right. I’ll take your mouth, your cunt, and your ass, because they’re mine and you owe me. Get on your knees, and show me some gratitude. Suck my cock.”
He eyes fluttered closed for a second, and she moaned in response to his raw words. She slid off the table and knelt before him, her face level with his proud, hard shaft and large, hanging balls. Taking his girth firmly in one hand, she tightened it around the base as she licked the glistening red helmet.
“Suck it, Rachael.”
She complied, wrapping her lips tightly around his thick dick and sliding it inside her warm, wet mouth to the back of her relaxed throat. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled through her nose. He groaned. She alternated pumping his cock with her hand and her mouth, swirling her tongue under the rim of the bulbous head, grazing her teeth on the sensitive underside.
“Jesus, stop. Enough. You sure know how to do grateful.”
He pulled her off him by the hair, put his hands under her arms, and lifted her back onto the table, where he pushed her onto her back and pulled her bottom to the edge. He fell to his knees and forced her legs wide with his shoulders. The scent of her sex drove him crazy. He dived between her thighs and plunged his tongue into her wet, petal-soft folds. She nearly jerked off the table.
He played with the tip of his tongue on her clit, which sent her over the edge.
“Oh, please. Oh please,” she sobbed, “I’m begging you. Enter me.”
He stood between her wide spread thighs and placed the tip of his cock at her hot, slick entrance. He seductively rubbed back and forth along her slit, lubricating himself in her warm liquid passion.
Rachael closed her eyes and panted, “Begging you. Begging for it.”
Her reaction stoked his burning lust higher still. He thrust in, hard and deep, sliding her back from the edge of the table. She grabbed the sides to anchor herself as he repeatedly slammed into her. She screamed another climax, arching her back off the table, thrusting her breasts upwards.
It was divine torture. His balls throbbed, but he wasn’t finished yet. Breathing deep and hard, he withdrew from her hot interior and flipped her over onto her stomach, effectively bending her over the table. Shoving her legs wider, he moved between them and rubbed his cock between her buttocks. Lubrication—he needed more. Although she was wet and his cock was glistening with her juices, he wanted to be certain not to cause anything other than a small amount of erotic pain. Spying the olive oil on the kitchen counter, he leaned over and grabbed the bottle, then dripped some of the oil at the top of the crack of her ass. Extra virgin? Not anymore. He slowly pushed his way passed the tight ring of muscle and continued to press home until he was snugly up against her.
“Slow and gentle or hard and fast?”
“Hard and fast.”
“‘Atta girl.”
He gave it to her as they both wanted, pushing his ten and a half inches of male meat repeatedly hard and deep into her dark passage. Again, she howled as another orgasm racked her, only this time he joined her, spurting his release into her.
He leaned forward to kiss her back and neck, his rasping breath settling quickly back to normal.
“Hello, Rachael. I’ve missed you.”
* * * *
Later, they were sitting on her sofa, half dressed and drinking coffee.
“Your support this week—it means a lot to me.”
She smiled at him. It was a smile that one gives to a beloved. Although she hadn’t said the words out loud, he heard it nonetheless. “I was also acting out of self-interest. I don’t want you to leave Meadow Ridge.”
“That works for me.” She slowly grew serious. “Do you trust me, Josh?”
He thought about it for a few seconds. She was as straight up and as honest a person as any he’d ever met. Why hadn’t he told her that he loved her? Was he protecting himself if she didn’t feel the same way? Where was the trust in that?
“Yes, I do. I love you, Rachael.”
She nodded and smiled. “Good. Now how about a game of poker. Same rules?”
He was stunned for a second. He’d just declared himself, and she’d brushed over it. What was she up to? She certainly kept him guessing, but he didn’t think that she was stringing him along. What a fascinating creature she was.
“Okay.”
This time, Rachael won. Joshua was shocked. He’d played well, but she’d played better. Or had she? Rachael did her best to look pleasantly surprised. He wasn’t fooled. He would have to check those cards out later.
“Will there be many ranch hands around at your place?”
“No, it’s a Friday night. They’ll all be in town.”
“What about Janet and James?”
“Janet’s at Mitch’s and James is out with Luke. He’ll be back late.”
“Good. Come on, you’re driving me home.
Rachael had changed into a skimpy top, tight leggings, and knee-high boots. She had brought along her workbag. He was intrigued but not concerned—not yet, anyway.
When they pulled up outside of the ranch house, she ordered him to take a shower and to “be thorough.” Fair’s fair. He did as she commanded but quickly because curiosity had him by the balls. When he’d finished, he strolled into the living room wearing jeans and a fresh T-shirt.
“All yours.”
“Hands by your side and don’t move.”
Rachael circled him, inspecting him like a prized animal. She ran her hands across his chest, over his ass, and along the length of his erection straining against his jeans. He almost reached out for her, but she stepped back and shook her head.
“Follow me.”
She turned and grabbed her black vet’s bag and walked outside and across to the stables without checking to see that he was following. This behavior was new to him. He usually led, and others followed.
The soft, yellow light was already on in the stable. Once they entered, she locked the door behind them.
“Stand over there.” She pointed to the railing where they tied the horses at the back of the stall. He sauntered over, confident that he could turn the tables any time he liked.
She bent down, opened her bag, and took out his own cuffs, the ones he had used on her almost a week ago.
“Face the wall and hold the metal railing.”
Interesting but nothin
g new. He wasn’t worried, and he was enjoying himself. Rachael tied the chained cuffs on his wrists to the rail. He wasn’t going anywhere now.
“Watch me, Joshua.”
She next pulled her white work jacket out of her bag. That got a reaction.
“What are you up to, Rachael?” His eyes narrowed as she put on her coat.
“You don’t ask the questions here.”
She walked in front of him, between his out stretched arms and kissed him gently, winked at him, and then undid his jeans. She pushed then down around his ankles, which acted as bindings for his legs. She noticed with appreciation that his cock was fully engorged and took a long, languorous lick. After rummaging in her bag again, she brought out a pair of latex gloves.
“Rachael.” He sounded concerned now, but his dick was still like granite.
She chuckled softly, keeping herself within his field of vision and taking her time to pull the gloves on. She walked behind him, and then he heard a slurping noise, the sound of lots of gel being squeezed from a tube.
“What are you doing? I’m not sure about this.”
“I am. Trust me.”
She was still behind him and moved in closer, crushing her body against his butt. She reached around his waist, grasped his cock in a strong grip with a well-lubricated hand and began to firmly slide it up and down. He groaned. She squeezed his sac, none too gently either. He was so turned on that he didn’t think that he would last long. Suddenly she backed off a little and her other hand moved in a different direction. It glided passed his balls and to his anus. The sensation was exquisite, but his apprehension also grew. As if sensing this, she reassured him.
“Don’t worry. I’m a doctor,” she said in a soft, husky voice.
“An animal doctor,” he croaked.
“Ah, love, aren’t you just a hungry wolf?”
She circled her middle finger around the tight constricted muscle of the entrance between his firm buttocks.
“You have such a beautiful ass.”
She slowly pressed her finger against the resistant flesh.
“Rachael, I’ve never”
“Oh, maybe not such a wolf. Maybe a big pussy…cat.”
She’d called him a pussy! He couldn’t believe it.
“Now, wait a minute—”
“No, Ryden.” Her voice suddenly changed from crooning to harsh. “You don’t get to give the orders here. You take them. If I can cope with your meaty member up my ass, you sure as hell can take my finger. Now bend forward and grip the rail.”
She continually pumped his cock slowly and applied more pressure with her finger, pushing through the opening. He gasped at the pleasure and slight pain. She waited for a moment then moved her hand slowly backwards and forwards, pushing a little farther each time until she was all the way inside up to her third knuckle. He couldn’t help but move his hips. He was beginning to gasp.
“Jesus, what are you trying to do to me?” His voice was strained with desire.
She didn’t miss a beat. “Trying? No, I wouldn’t call it an attempt. I’m going to make you lose control like you’ve never done before. For once in your life, you are going to have someone else take over, and you’re going to enjoy it. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’ll come so hard you won’t be able to stand.”
He was confused. The very notion of placing himself in such a vulnerable position part worried and part excited him.
Rachael rhythmically moved her finger, stimulating the sensitive area around his opening.
“You’re always the boss—the one who looks after everyone else and takes all the responsibility. You’re dominant and assured, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I like it. But you don’t have to be that way all the time in all areas of your life. Wouldn’t it be nice to just give up a little control now and then? We are switching for tonight. I’m taking care of you.”
He was breathing hard as she sought out his prostate gland with her finger. Carefully, she applied gentle pressure, massaging the sweet spot deep inside.
“Christ!” he cried out. “Rachael it feels—incredible, like nothing—” he cut off with a groan.
She reduced the pressure of her finger. “Did you know,” she said, softly and seductively, “that I can keep you on the brink of orgasm, on the very brink of ejaculation, yet give you almost unending stimulation this way?”
“Oh, God, I do now.”
He felt an almighty powerful pressure in his balls. He was attaining a much higher pre-orgasmic state than ever before, yet still the stimulation continued, which was taking him further. He shook, and it felt as if his balls were vibrating, as if fluid was thundering up his cock in explosive pulses—only it wasn’t. It was seeping seminal fluid, weeping steadily, accompanied by an excruciatingly slow, burning pleasure. The feeling didn’t stop; it went on and on, rolling over him in waves of blissful ecstasy.
“Please, Rachael. Please let me come,” he pleaded—he never pleaded.
“In a little while.”
She gave two more minutes of unsurpassed stimulation before taking pity on him.
“I love you, Joshua Ryden. Now, I’ll let you come,” she said as she gently rubbed his male G-spot a little harder. At the same time, she took a firmer grip of his cock and pumped it faster.
His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he roared and jerked his body, rattling the rail that he was secured to. Streams of hot semen jetted away from his body onto the straw on the floor. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto them, supported by the rail and cuffs around his wrists. She went down with him. He could hardly breathe. He certainly couldn’t say anything as she slowly removed her finger, stripped off the glove, and threw it into her bag.
She removed her jacket and gently tousled his hair as she walked around him to release him from the cuffs. Rachael crouched next to him and put her arms around his sweat-sheened body, raining soft, light kisses on his shoulder, his neck and his hair. As he slowly recovered, he hugged her to him. The emotional release cause by such a euphoric climax and the declaration of love from the woman in his arms had him desperately blinking back the tears threatening to engulf him. Never, ever had he felt this way. When he was sure that he had a handle on himself, he pulled back and looked at his woman.
“You’ll have to marry me now, Rachael.”
“Are you proposing to me? You could just be a little affected by recent events.” She gently grinned, tenderly stroking his face.
“I’m definitely affected by recent events, and, yes, I am proposing.”
“No, you can’t. Do it later. Otherwise, what will we tell our kids when they ask about how Dad asked Mom to marry him?”
“Okay, I’ll pick a suitable setting.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat because she’d really just said yes.
They went back to the house and spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms. In the dark late hours, she had stroked his body and whispered, “I’ve waited my whole life for you.”
“I’m older, so I’ve waited longer,” he’d whispered sleepily in reply.
“You know, Josh, I’ve an awful lot of fantasies concerning you and me.”
“I’ve got more.”
“That’s certainly one of the many reasons why I love you.”
* * * *
It was nine thirty in the morning when James strolled into the kitchen and found Rachael and Joshua finishing breakfast. He knew it was childish, but he just couldn’t stop the huge smirk that was developing on his face.
“Good morning, all. I’ve just been seeing to the horses. You really should be more careful what you leave lying around, Josh.” He placed the cuffs on the table. “Very careless of you, brother, tut-tut.” He turned to Rachael. “I’m scolding Joshua because it appears that you were a little tied up last night.”
He couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Such moments made life more enjoyable. Odd though, it was Joshua who was blushing, staring at the cuffs looking lost in thought.
Rachael looked him directly in the eye.
“Oh, dear, but I can’t let Josh take the blame. You see, I wasn’t the one tied up.” She smiled sweetly at him as she leaned over to retrieve the evidence.
What? His amused smugness took a nose dive as shock at the implication of Rachael’s words sank in. He stared at them both with his mouth open. Joshua raised his eyes to meet his, and in an unspoken communication, James knew that his brother was in deep.
Rachael got up from the table.
“I’ll just put these away, shall I?”
“You lucky bastard,” he muttered to Joshua.
She trailed her hand over Joshua’s shoulders as she walked passed him toward his rooms. Josh smiled and said only a characteristically short “Yep,” then pushed his chair back and followed her.
“Rachael,” James called, “you don’t have any single friends, do you?”
* * * *
Later that day, Joshua took Rachael riding to a beautiful spot near the river. When they dismounted, he looked like he was about to give a speech.
“Wait.” She backed away from him slowly, feeling mischievous. “I’ll only listen to you if you can catch me and make me listen.”
Not giving him a second longer to react, she spun around and ran, dodging through the trees. He’d have to work for it because she was fit and fast. After two minutes of hard sprinting, she slowed a little and looked over her shoulder. Where was he? She was sure that the chase would be a favorite fantasy of his, but he’d disappeared. She scanned the area and tried to bring her breathing under control so that she could listen better. Suddenly, she heard a twig snap and saw a blur of movement up ahead. How the hell had he managed to get around and ahead of her? She reacted quickly, dodging around a fallen tree. He easily vaulted over it. She adopted a zigzag pattern to avoid capture as she heard his heavy breathing and the thud of his feet on the ground. The gap between them was closing.
Strong fingers gripped her shoulder and yanked her back. For a brief moment, she was airborne as he pulled her roughly to him with an arm locked firmly around her waist and her feet off the ground. Rachael struggled in earnest, twisting her body and flailing her arms and legs. Joshua dropped them both to the ground, sat on her, yanked her arms above her head, and held them in a viselike grip to avoid her punches and slaps. She bucked and squirmed. He covered her body with his. She was pinned.