by Desiree Holt
“Soaked,” he murmured. “Good. I like a wet cunt.”
One finger slid into her pussy, curled to drag against her hot spot.
“Ohhh.” The sound whispered from her lips.
“I love those little moans of pleasure,” he growled. He wriggled his finger to coax them from her again.
In the next instant, his finger pulled away and she felt the slap of a hand on her ass. Just hard enough to sting.
Ouch!
“You have a beautiful ass, girl.” He smoothed a palm over it. “Just made for spanking. And flogging.”
Another slap landed.
Heat spread across her buttocks, down to her pussy and the insides of her thighs. The hungry beast locked forcibly away for so long roared to life, clawing its way up through her body until she shook with need.
Cord pinched the lips of her cunt lightly. “Arouses you, doesn’t it? Good. Stand up, turn around then lie across my lap.”
He adjusted her to his satisfaction, maneuvering until her clit was pressed against the rough denim of his jeans. His hand landed again and again, with no particular rhythm, so she had no way to anticipate when the next one would fall. As each slap landed, it pushed her clit against his thigh, bringing an answering clench of muscles in her pussy.
By the time the spanking ended, Fallon was a blanket of heat from her waist to her knees and her cream was wetting her inner thighs. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed.
Cord lifted her to her feet. “Kneel, girl, while I undress. You know how.”
She arranged herself on her knees, hands behind her back, head bowed as he pulled off his boots. She heard the rustle of fabric as he tossed his shirt aside. Then the snick of metal as he unbuckled his belt. Anticipation raged within her body.
“Raise your eyes,” he commanded. “Watch me.”
She looked up in time to see him ease his zipper open and work his jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock burst free and Fallon hoped she didn’t embarrass herself by drooling. It was long and thick and fully erect, the head flushed a dark red with a tiny bead of fluid sitting on the slit. She licked her bottom lip, imagining the salty taste of his pre-cum.
Cord stood before her, magnificently nude, his body all corded muscle and tanned skin. Dark hair curled on his chest and arrowed down to the nest surrounding his shaft, and his sac lay heavy against his rigid thighs. Despite the aura of raw, powerful masculinity that surrounded him, he exuded feelings of control and safety she’d never felt with Brian. In that moment, she knew she would submit to anything he demanded.
“Open your mouth.” His voice was low, rough-sounding.
She did as ordered and he slid that thick cock over her lips and along her tongue, his size filling her. Automatically she closed her lips over it. He instantly growled his pleasure.
She knew what he expected next. Tilting her head slightly, she took him as deep as possible. The hard shaft pressed on her tongue. The head bumped the roof of her mouth. Automatically she hollowed her cheeks to suck hard. His breath hissed. Lean fingers threaded through her hair, gripping her head so he could move it this way and that.
Fallon pulled on him with a rhythmic motion, always rubbing the roof of her mouth against the head for greater friction. Cord rocked his hips gently, working himself in and out of her mouth, continuing to guide the angle of her head with his hands.
She was startled when he abruptly pulled out completely. She raised her eyes to see if she had displeased him.
“I’d like nothing more than to come in your mouth, girl. But tonight I want to come in your pussy. Much as I hate to admit it, months of abstinence have affected my control. We’ll save this for next time.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face up. “There will be a next time.”
An order, not a question. She nodded, a shivery thrill coursing through her.
“Up, girl.”
With her hands behind her it was a little difficult to balance, although the movement wasn’t a new one to Fallon. She rose to her feet and stood, head bowed, awaiting his next command. It was a little hard to focus because with her eyes lowered, they rested directly on his swollen, wet cock. Without realizing it, she licked her lips.
Cord’s laugh was husky. “Like what you see? I imagine so. All right, tonight is just so we can test each other out a little. Get to know each other. For me to see how well you obey. For you to know you can trust me. Stay right there.”
He moved off to her right. In a moment she heard the sound of a drawer opening then closing, followed by some clinking and shuffling. In a moment he was back.
“Lift your head and close your eyes.”
When she did, he placed something that felt like a folded length of silk across her eyes. Then he knotted it at the back of her head.
“I like to blindfold my subs,” he told her. “It heightens all the other senses. Have your other Doms blindfolded you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Did you enjoy it?”
Except for Brian.
When she hesitated, he asked, “Is there a problem I should know about?”
She wet her lower lip nervously. “No Sir. I… That is… no. No problem.”
“Fallon.” His voice softened and for the moment, he was out of role-play. “If there’s something I should know about, now would be a good time to tell me.”
No. Not now. Not yet. Maybe never.
“N-nothing, Sir.”
He was silent a moment. “For some reason, I think you’re not telling me the truth. Subs who lie are punished. You know that, right?”
She nodded.
He stepped away again. When he returned, she heard something jingle.
“Place your hands together in front of you.”
The minute she did so, she felt the soft fleece of lined cuffs being fastened around her wrists. Then Cord lifted her to the bed and placed her flat on her stomach.
“Twenty strokes with the flogger. Can you take twenty?”
“Yes Sir. I can.”
“Good. Think of them the next time you’re tempted to lie to me.”
Fallon nodded.
“All right, then.”
Chapter 3
Fallon lay on her stomach, arms stretched out, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, trembling with anticipation. Too many months had passed since she’d felt the touch of a flogger on her bare skin. It was hard admitting to herself just how much she’d missed that bite of pain, the flush of heat across her buttocks, down to her thighs and cunt. Her nipples tingled and her pussy ached as she waited for the first blow.
Leather strips whispered over the cheeks of her ass, so softly they were almost like a kiss. Although the blindfold kept her in darkness, she could visualize Cord standing over her, holding the flogger, tracing it with tantalizing slowness over her skin. She bit down on her lip to keep from begging for more.
“Each time you feel this,” he said in his deep, strong voice, “remind yourself that you are not to lie to me. Ever. Nod your head if you understand.”
Fallon nodded, squeezing her legs together. The ache in her pussy was nearly unbearable now.
The first blow was soft, a caress of the leather strips sweeping lightly across her ass. The second was equally gentle and she wanted to tell him to get on with it. She craved the pain she’d been missing for so very long. The next two struck the backs of her thighs before he trailed the strips across the cheeks of her ass.
Then nothing for a long moment. The expectation eroded her control. In the darkness, she could feel her skin tingle. Cream from her cunt trickled onto her thighs.
Crack!
That one had no softness to it. Instead it was a sharp strike that bit her skin. Heat spread over the surface. A second blow. Now her clit throbbed in earnest. If she hadn’t thought he’d punish her further, she would have hunched her body against the covers, rubbing back and forth.
She held her breath, waiting for the next blow, knowing he was deliberately drawing out the process to torment h
er. Then the next one fell, and the next. Fallon could tell he was an expert by the way the strips fell, the accuracy and rhythm of the blows.
Now they came faster, harder, on her ass, her thighs. Her body was one huge flame, the heat scorching through her body. Her pussy was on fire. Her nipples ached unbearably. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, afraid he would stop.
She concentrated so hard on the sensations rioting through her, she lost count of the blows and was startled when they suddenly ceased.
“That’s twenty, girl.” His large hand smoothed over her skin. “Your ass is such a hot shade of red it makes my dick harden even more.” He caressed every inch he’d flogged with his palm, following up with light, trailing kisses. “Do you understand the rules now?”
“Yes.” She let out a shuddering breath. “Sir.”
“I’m going to leave the blindfold and cuffs on while I fuck you. I want nothing to distract you from the feel of my cock. But I think we’ll add a little something extra.”
Extra? Like what?
Her question was quickly answered when he pulled her to her knees and she felt the coolness of gel at her anus. Cord rubbed it around the tight muscle then worked one finger inside her ass, spreading the lube. More gel, then he added a second finger, then a third, scissoring them to stretch her tissues.
“Take a deep breath, girl. Now.”
She did as he ordered. In the next instant she felt the pressure of an anal plug being steadily pressed inside her. When it was fully seated, he slapped each cheek of her still-burning ass before he climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her.
“I want you to wear this until you get home. Think of me as you’re driving. How it fills your ass.” He bent closer, his body touching hers, his cock hard against the lips of her cunt, his mouth close to her ear. “I want you to put it in and wear it to every meeting you have. Every event. I’ll know if you don’t. There will be more punishment. Next time, it will be more severe. I don’t like being disobeyed.”
He stroked her hair and trailed kisses down the column of her neck. Then he eased back. In a moment she heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper.
Yes!
Her cunt was so hungry for him, she was nearly in tears.
Fingers opened her labia, one of them sliding inside her pussy. Cord made a sound of satisfaction at what he found.
“So hot and wet,” he crooned. “I love the fact that flogging turns you on so much. I think next time I’ll have a special surprise for you.”
Then the head of his cock was at her opening, pushing in a steady, smooth motion. Finally he gave one last hard thrust, filling her completely. With the plug in her ass, she felt unbelievably full, stretched to capacity and so needy. She thrust her hips back at him, a silent plea to do it now. Fuck her hard right now.
Cord reached one hand around her hip to find her clit. He trapped it between two fingers, his other hand bracing himself on her body. Then he took her on a hot, hard ride, rubbing her clit as he drove into her again and again. Heat scorched her, stealing her breath. She was amazed to realize tears were soaking her blindfold. She was so close to the precipice, needed to come so badly, yet Cord continued to hold her just at the edge.
“Beg me,” he ordered, never missing a stroke, fingers pinching her tortured clit.
“Please, Sir!” she cried, hearing the desperation in her voice. “Please may I come? With you?”
“Yes.” The word was hoarse, his voice edged with roughness. “Now.”
Harder, faster, he moved in and out of her, the butt plug increasing the inner pressure, his fingers working her clit.
Almost, almost, almost…
“Now!” he ordered, and she exploded just as she felt him pulse inside the latex sheath.
Her entire body shook with the force of the orgasm, lights exploding behind her closed eyelids, her heart thundering against her ribs. It could have lasted for seconds or minutes, she had no idea. At last the spasms then the aftershocks subsided until she could finally catch her breath. Cord urged her back down onto her stomach and, moments later, she felt him applying a soothing cream to her burning skin. Next he removed the handcuffs and finally the blindfold, lying down next to her on the bed and smoothing her hair away from her face. Finally he turned her onto her side and wiped away the traces of tears with his thumb.
“How long?” he asked.
She frowned, not sure what he meant.
“How long since you’ve been with a Dom?”
Too long. Yet not long enough.
“More than a year.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“I won’t push you tonight, Fallon. Keep this in mind, however. Next time, you will tell me what was bothering you. Why you’ve stayed away from the life for so long.” He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You’re a natural submissive. Probably addicted to this as much as I am, yet for some reason, you’ve been denying yourself. If we’re to have a relationship—make no mistake about it, we will have one—then there has to be complete honesty between us. Understand?”
“Yes.” She let out a shuddering breath. A relationship. Could she dare hope? She knew what was happening between them was more than just a mutual urge for playtime. They were already connecting on a deeper level. She sensed he’d been fighting it just as much as she was. “I understand.”
“Good.”
He urged her up from the bed, checked the marks from the flogger again. Then he helped her put her clothes back on before slipping into his jeans. Cupping her cheeks, he lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that began like the touch of a butterfly but soon became hungry and possessive. His tongue invaded, stroked, licked. His fingers tightened, holding her head in place. Fallon grabbed his wrists to steady herself as heat coursed through her again. When he lifted his head, they were both breathing hard.
“I think we’ve had enough for tonight. That was for you to remember me.” His mouth curved in a crooked grin. “Along with the butt plug.” He smoothed his hand over her ass. “You okay to drive home?”
“I am.”
“Call me when you get there so I’ll know you made it okay. I’ll see you Saturday night. Six o’clock.”
Not a question. Not even a demand. Just an automatic assumption that she wouldn’t disagree.
“I’ll be here.”
“Plan to spend the night. Bring your laptop and briefcase. Sunday morning, I’ll make you breakfast. Then we can finalize the plans for the grand opening.”
Overnight. Already. Could she handle it?
Yes. It’s time. This is your life, Fallon. Get on with it.
“All right.” Impulsively, she stood on tiptoe and brushed her mouth against his. “That’s for you to remember me.”
He walked her out to her car, made sure she was buckled in then stuck his head through the open window for a last brief kiss.
“See you Saturday, Fallon. We have a lot to explore.”
As she headed down the driveway, she looked in her rear view mirror and saw him standing there, still watching her. Excitement and anticipation churned in her stomach. She wanted a relationship with this man. Badly. She just hoped it didn’t turn to shit like that last one.
* * *
Cord sat on the back porch, legs stretched out, booted feet resting on the railing. From the barn he heard the sounds of horses stomping in the stalls, and their soft nickers drifted on an air rich with the scents of animals and hay. The moon hung in a cloudless sky, a three-quarter ball that cast a silver glow over the landscape. The pastoral setting eased the tension that still rode him an hour after Fallon’s departure.
Drinking in the surroundings, he thought about what it had taken him to get to this point. From the time he was twenty-one, he’d been focused on achieving exactly this. The summers he worked as a ranch hand implanted a love of the land and the life in him. He’d been lucky when, after college, his business degree got him a job with a top agribusiness that supplied equipment to ranches around the United States. Working
out of the Dallas headquarters, he made growth in commissions his number-one goal until, after eighteen long years, he’d accumulated enough money to fulfill his dream—buy a ranch and make it a combination working facility/tourist destination.
Taking a pull on the cold longneck beer bottle, he let the chilled liquid slide down his throat. It didn’t do much to cool his overheated body, a situation that had nothing to do with the warm night air and everything to do with the woman who’d left an hour ago. Her light scent lingered in his bedroom and clung to the items he’d stored back in the drawer. The covers still bore the imprint of her figure, including slight hollows where her breasts had pushed against the material. He’d held the scarf to his nostrils for a long moment, inhaling her fragrance.
Jesus, Jamieson, get a grip.
In the fifteen years he’d been a practicing Dom, he couldn’t remember a woman ever affecting him this much or this quickly. For damn sure she was a true submissive, and had been for a very long time. When she was recommended to him for the promotions gig, he was told she’d only been back in business for little more than a year, was out of circulation for almost two years before that. Something had gone very wrong in her personal life. He’d bet the ranch that her sabbatical from work was a result. Tonight hadn’t been the right occasion to push. Next time he’d coax a little of it out of her.
There’d definitely be a next time. Oh, yeah. He’d made that perfectly plain, setting the day and time. And she hadn’t objected. A heavy sense of responsibility settled over him. If some asshole Dom had damaged her, he needed to be very careful reintroducing her back into the life. Thinking about it, he was surprised she did so well tonight, accepting the punishment and the butt plug.
He wondered if she felt the same raw, emotional pull he did. She must have, at least partially, in order to have gone along with everything, to automatically slide into D/s play. He could just see her here on the ranch, riding out to the creek with him, running the little handheld computer for him at branding time, watching the birth of a new foal or calf. Making sure the tourist part of the ranch worked smoothly. People were her business and she was very good at it. She just might be the key to real success.