Riding Bitch

by Melinda Barron

  “Don’t worry. I’ll revive you the old-fashioned way.” He knelt next to her and kissed her, his tongue taking over her mouth, his hands stroking her cheeks and neck. “How’s that?” he said after he’d lifted his lips from hers.

  “Perfect.” She was calmer now. He kissed her one more time, harder and deeper; then his hands started to roam over her body, massaging her shoulders and breasts. He drew circles on her belly. When he got to her mound, he lowered his head and kissed her there. Felicia arched her hips in response. He parted her legs and ran his tongue up her slit.

  “Stay relaxed, Fee.”

  It was a fairly easy directive to follow, until she heard the first buckle clang together. She tried to move her feet, but the strap was already around them.

  “Ash, I can’t…” Breathe deep, she told herself as he told her to do the same thing.

  “Only five ties tonight, sweet Fee. We’ll build up to mummy state later. For now, just relax.”

  Mummy state? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. Felicia wanted to ask him how many times he could say that, but instead she asked herself how many times she could hear it without knowing he wasn’t going to hurt her. He never had before, so why did she think he would start now?

  He’d done two more of the straps, one in the middle part of her thigh and the other just above her groin. The last two were for her upper body, one under her breasts and one above them at her shoulders.

  When she was immobile, Ash bent his head and started to suck her breasts. He shifted between them slowly, teasing each nipple with his teeth and tongue. Felicia wiggled, as much as she could, wanting nothing more than to be able to rub his hair as he sucked her.

  Panic surged for a moment when she couldn’t move her arms. Ash must have felt her tense, because he stroked her arms, kissed her neck. She was happy he didn’t tell her to relax. When she’d settled back down, he started to kiss her again, his lips caressing her body.

  Getting her pussy eaten while she couldn’t move might be interesting, but he was sure taking his time getting there. When he passed that particular part of her body, she let him know she wasn’t happy.

  “You missed a spot.”

  “Who is running the show here?” He sat back on his knees.

  “I’m just saying”—Felicia bucked her hips as much as she could—“please?”

  “No.” He crawled over her to the far side of the tent.

  “Not going for a gag, are you?”

  “Maybe.” But instead of a gag, he came back with a long strip that he placed over her eyes. “Hold your head still. If this gets dislodged, I might have to resort to the spanking we talked about earlier.”

  Felicia thought that might be a better alternative than having her arms tied to her body and her legs hobbled. But then again, maybe she should let this play out before she dismissed it out of hand and said she didn’t want it to happen again.

  Ash was beside her again, one hand stroking her thigh near the leather thong holding her legs together.

  Then he was working something under the leather. Something long and plastic: a vibrator, maybe?

  “What is that?”

  This time he didn’t tell her to be silent. Instead he just ignored the question and continued to work the cold object up her legs. When it reached her mound, she knew she’d been right. The tip of the shaft was soft and bulbous like the head of a dick.

  Ash placed it against the upper part of her slit, and then he turned it on.

  Her whole body shook, and she tried sitting up.

  “I have to warn you, Fee. If the blindfold comes off, I’m not going to be happy. Lie still.”

  She wanted to do as he asked, because this was turning out to be more fun than she’d anticipated. But it was hard to follow his directive. She wanted to increase the pressure on her clit. As it was, there were just enough vibrations from the wand to keep her on edge, but not enough to bring her to orgasm.

  Ash’s hands were on her again, caressing her in various places. He pinched her nipples, and she cried out as bliss spread through her.

  “Please, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Make me come!” It was a good thing they were away from people, since she was pretty sure anyone within a five-mile radius would have heard her scream.

  “You mean like this?” He slid the vibrator into her slit. Her pleasure shot up, and she wiggled her hips. An orgasm was building inside her, was almost there, until Ash moved the vibrator back down to its original position.

  “Fucking stop teasing me!”

  “Such language.” He sounded shocked, but Felicia didn’t care, because she knew he really wasn’t. She needed to come, and she needed to do it now.

  “Please, Ash, I’m begging.”

  “It’s so sweet to hear.” He moved the wand against her clit, backed off after a few seconds, then pressed again. “Come on, sweet Fee, yell for me one more time.”

  “Ash.” If he kept teasing her this way, she might start crying. The need building inside her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a mixture of incredible pleasure and intense frustration of not being able to reach her goal.

  She rolled her body from side to side, then inched up the lower half of her legs, thinking it might bring the wand into tighter contact with her clit. When she did, she lifted her head, and the blindfold, made of satiny material, slid off her head.

  “What did I tell you?”

  “Huh? Wha… Ash, please, don’t do this to me. I need to come.” She was so centered on climaxing that she didn’t know exactly what he was asking.

  “About the blindfold?”

  “Oh.” She groaned. “Ash, please.” How many times could she say that before he actually helped her climax?

  The vibrator turned off, and she screamed, this time in sheer frustration. Ash rolled her over. The vibrator pressed into her clit, but since it wasn’t moving, it didn’t provide the friction she needed to send her soaring.

  “You’re a bad girl, and bad girls get spanked.” He leaned over until his chin rested on her shoulder. “I think I’ve told you that before.”

  From her position, Felicia watched him get up and go to his little bag of tricks. Felicia wondered what else was in the sack. When he turned toward her, she saw that he held a small wooden paddle. It was oval, not much bigger than the toys she’d played with as a youth, the ones with a string and ball attached.

  Ash stepped over her and knelt down again. He rubbed the wood against her skin, but she was so turned on from earlier that she didn’t care. Maybe if he hurried and got his spanking over with, he would turn the vibrator back on and let her come.

  The first few swats weren’t hard, but after that they increased in intensity. Every time he smacked her bottom, it pushed her clit down into the vibrator, which still pressed against its target.

  The spanking increased the fire in her belly.

  “Ash, I…” The ability to speak was leaving her. Who would have thought that having her ass slapped would feel so fucking good? She squirmed and tried as hard as she could to wiggle her hands free. But Ash had made sure the bonds were tight.

  “Starting to…need…”

  “Need what?” He slapped her ass again.

  Felicia groaned. “You know…need…” Her ability to form sentences was gone. “Ash…more.”

  When her ass started to burn, her begging turned to pleas for him to stop. That was when he turned the wand back on, and Felicia came.

  “Ash!” Her body bucked as he continued to spank her, rivers of bliss rushing through her, making her feel as if she might explode. She was still shaking when she realized Ash had taken the wand away, and his hand was gently caressing her warm ass.

  “My Felicia,” he whispered. “Are you coming back down to earth?”

  “I think so,” she sobbed. Was she crying?

  His satisfied chuckle made her smile. “I like watching you come, rolling around, all tied up, your red ass looking so beautif
ul.”

  He moved away from her, and she heard a rustling. He was back in moments, rubbing something cool and creamy into her bottom.

  “Feels good,” she whispered.

  He didn’t respond, just continued to cover her ass in the lotion. When he was done, he rolled her over. Ash undid the leather straps. She reached for his dick, but he grasped her hand and shook his head. “Later.” He lay down next to her and gathered her in his arms.

  She fell asleep quickly, using his chest for her pillow. The last thing she thought about was the words he’d uttered earlier—she was home.

  * * * *

  The sun shone into the open tent flaps the next morning. Ash was gone, but there was a piece of paper on the side of the mattress where he’d slept. She picked it up and looked at it, then smiled.

  He’d drawn a bouquet of roses, apologizing for not having real ones to leave for her but letting her know they would plant a garden together where they could have all the roses they wanted.

  She got up, wrapped a blanket around herself, and padded inside. The smell of coffee permeated the air, and she could hear Ash whistling in the back part of the house. He hadn’t woken her up so they could make love last night. Maybe he’d want some morning nooky.

  Before she could head toward him, he was coming her way, already dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and a leather vest.

  “Good morning, beautiful lady.” He crossed the floor and kissed her. Felicia let the blanket drop to the floor and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Why are you dressed?”

  “Because I have a few things I want to do in town before the photo shoot.” He smacked her bare bottom, and she yelped in surprise. “Your dad’s been calling your phone.”

  Dread spread through her. “Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear it.”

  “Maybe you can be an adult and call him back. I’d like you to do it while I’m still here.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” She walked to the coffeepot. As she neared it, she realized that if she were in her house in Shiprock, there was no way she would walk around naked. It just wouldn’t be right.

  Here it seemed normal. She poured herself a cup and doctored it with sugar. Then she went to the refrigerator in search of cream.

  “We need to go to the store,” she said as she closed the door, empty-handed.

  “Tomorrow,” he replied. “Today’s going to be full.”

  Yes, it was. “I need to get a dress for the opening. Can you take the bike and leave me the keys to your truck?”

  “Nope.” She was shocked by his answer. “You’re staying here. I have something in mind for our evening attire. You talk to your dad, take a shower, and get to know the place. I’ll be back around four, and we’ll have to work hard to get dressed, so make sure you’re all clean and shiny for me.”

  He crossed the room and hugged her tightly. “I love you. Now call your father.”

  “That goes double for me where you’re concerned.” She kissed him gently. “Thanks for last night. It was amazing.”

  “It’s only the start, Fee. I have lots more things for you to discover.” He pressed his index finger into the tip of her nose. “You just have to let me lead you.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  He chuckled. “Now stop stalling.”

  She picked up her phone and hit the Power button. The log showed her father had called five times but had not left a message. She supposed he wanted to yell at her instead of yelling at her voice mail.

  After hitting Redial, she waited. He answered on the first ring.

  “Good morning, Daddy.” She looked over at Ash. He stood with one hip propped against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. The look of concern on his face made her feel better.

  “Felicia.” Then, as if it was an afterthought, he said, “Good morning.”

  “How are you?”

  “Well…I would be better if my daughter had been the one to tell me she’s getting married.”

  The disappointment in his voice made her cringe. “Did Courtney’s parents call you?”

  “Actually, Mrs. Chee called. She wanted me to talk some sense into you.”

  Your mother called, she mouthed to Ash.

  Great, he mouthed back.

  “How nice of her.” Felicia picked up her blanket with one hand. She put the phone down and wrapped the warm wool around herself as if to ward off evil. After she’d picked the phone back up, she said, “Talk away, Daddy.”

  She could almost see him sitting in his chair. He would be shaking his head very slowly, like he usually did when he was angry. “I wonder if you and that boy have thought things out.”

  “He’s not a boy,” she said forcefully. She cleared her throat and said, a little softer, “He’s a man, Daddy, and I love him. I’ve always loved him.”

  “Have you considered your children? How will you help them deal with being half-breeds?”

  It was like she was seventeen all over again. The night her father had the sheriff arrest Ash, she’d been furious, had thrown things at him and called him names. It took every ounce of control not to repeat those events tonight.

  She cleared her throat again and said, “The only half my children will be is half Ash, half me. Yes, they will be black-haired and brown-skinned, but if you can’t handle that, it’s your problem to face, not mine.”

  From the prolonged silence, she thought he’d hung up on her. Instead he said, “Here’s your mother.”

  Tears flowed down Felicia’s face as her mother said, “Hello, dear.”

  “Mother.” Felicia tried to control her crying, but it was hard. Finally, Felicia got herself under control enough to ask her mother to mail her birth certificate. But then the crying started back up again. She tried several times to stop. When she couldn’t, Ash took the phone from her with one hand as he used the other arm to pull her into his chest.

  “Mrs. Montrose?” She couldn’t hear her mother’s low voice, but she heard Ash say, “Yes, ma’am, the wedding is Monday, at our house.” There was a pause. “Can you overnight it, please?” Another pause, and then Ash gave his address. “Thank you. No, I’ll take care of her.”

  He shut the phone off. After he’d put it down, he gathered her against his chest.

  “I hate him,” she mumbled against him. “I hate him for what he did to you, and I hate him for keeping us apart all these years. Most of all I hate him for what he just said. Half-breeds.”

  Ash stroked her hair, then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed gently. “Listen to me, Felicia. What you said to him was spot-on. The only thing that matters is how we feel about each other, and about our kids. They’re going to be great kids, because they have us to guide them.”

  He wiped away her tears, then pulled her back into a hug. “Our parents were raised during a different time. The world has changed, and they want it to stay the same. We can’t hate them for the way they feel. They’re still our parents. We might be pissed, but we have to work to get over the hate.”

  Felicia leaned into him, savoring the smell of him.

  “Besides,” he continued, “when our first child is born, he’ll change his mind.”

  “I hope so.” They stayed together for a few long, wonderful moments, and then he kissed the top of her head.

  “I have to go.”

  “I know.” She brushed at the front of his shirt. “Maybe you should change your shirt.”

  “Nope.” He started toward the door. “Your tears give it character. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” The door closed, and she rushed toward it, pulled it open enough to yell out, “Bring me back a great dress.”

  “I will,” he called out. “Your outfit will be one of a kind.”

  Chapter Seven

  “We’re going to be late.” Ash looked at his phone, then stuck it back in his pocket. “Fee. Let’s go.”

  He broke into a smile as she stepped out of the house. She wore jeans, knee-high black boots, a white peasant shirt, an
d a deep red rope corset that had taken him an hour to construct.

  “I’m wearing rope.”

  “Technically it’s hemp.” He mounted the bike. “Plus, we match. The only difference is I’m wearing a leather vest decorated with the same color hemp and silver studs.”

  “Your mother is going to crap all over herself.”

  He laughed. “Yup, about this and so much more.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and Felicia’s mouth fell open.

  “You told the woman from the magazine about us, didn’t you?”

  “You’re quick. Yes, ma’am, I did. I spoke the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”

  At first, he thought she would admonish him. Instead she laughed and threw her hands up in the air. “Nothing like jumping in feetfirst,” she said.

  She looked so beautiful when she laughed. “Well, Mother was right,” he responded. “My stuff is popular enough in the art world right now that when we get married, they’ll want to write about it. Why not nip the gossip in the bud and tell them instead of letting them discover it on their own and think I’m ashamed—because I’m not.”

  Ash studied her. He had to admit the corset was one of the best he’d ever tied. It was an hour well spent, since he’d wanted to make sure every last piece of it was in the right place. She’d been patient, after her initial hesitation.

  The look on her face when he’d told her his plan had been priceless.

  “You want me to wear rope?”

  “Not only is rope a bonding agent,” he’d explained, “but you’ll be wearing a work of art—one done by your future husband. The rope will be a symbol for all to see, that you and I are together.”

  “Does that mean you’re going to wear rope?”

  After he’d explained how he planned to decorate a vest with hemp and studs, she’d asked why she couldn’t wear one too.

  “Because I want to see you in the corset. It will give me a secret hard-on while I’m talking to all the people there.”

  That was all it had taken to convince her, and she’d stood, arms out to her sides, while he’d decorated her body with the rope. Each time he’d wrapped a loop around her body, he’d felt like it brought them closer together.