FieldofPlay

by Frances Stockton

  “As long as he’s with us, he’ll be happy.”

  “I love your dog,” she admitted.

  “He loves you. So does his daddy,” he stated, running his hand back to her nape and bringing her to him for another kiss.

  Grace sighed, loving the renewed taste of Dallas McKay’s kiss. The hurt from earlier lessened to a dull ache, becoming nothing but a nuisance by the time he eased up. Feeling much stronger, she caught his chin and kept him still. As she kissed him, her chains slid over her skin, reminding her of the promise they’d made to each other when she accepted his jewelry.

  At some point, Dallas drew back and they settled into their seats. They were well on the way to Denver. A few hours after that, they’d fly into Sioux Falls and make their way to meet Dallas’ grandfathers in Deadwood in the morning.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Grace and Dallas landed in Sioux Falls two hours after Phalen Maddox. He waited at the airport for them and arranged for a rental car.

  When he met them outside the terminal, Dallas put his hand out and Phalen shook it. Her man stared right back at Phalen, refusing to look away. There was a challenge in the PI’s eyes and stance that revealed the predator he was. Dallas didn’t waver. His grip was strong, firm. She could almost smell his testosterone.

  Watching him stand up to Phalen was the sexiest thing Grace had ever seen. It sent goose bumps all over her skin.

  Dallas spoke first. “You should have brought her home.”

  “It was a judgment call, D. I felt it necessary to separate the two of you for a little bit and get both of you to the airport. It worked,” Phalen said. “Plus, she was crying and bleeding. Don’t expect me to apologize for helping her feel better.”

  “Thank you for fixing her hands, but Grace is my woman. Make sure you remember that from now on.”

  Phalen grinned, inclining his head in respect. “You’ve my word, Grace and I are friends.”

  “Sounds good,” Dallas said.

  “If you make her cry again, I will make you answer for it.”

  “I love Grace. I won’t,” Dallas claimed, freeing Phalen’s hand.

  From there, they acted like nothing had happened, unanimously deciding to check into a local hotel. It took a few minutes to drive there. Fortunately the hotel had plenty of vacancies. Inside the spacious lobby, Dallas was handing over his credit card when Phalen finished checking in and started off to his room.

  He stopped midstride and looked back at Grace. “Fair warning, darlin’, the wolf’s not going to wear his beta suit tonight. Remember what I said in the car. You’ll be fine.”

  Surely he didn’t think that Dallas was going to go alpha wolf on her, right? She didn’t ask. Phalen walked off, whistling.

  A minute later, Grace walked with Dallas to their room. He escorted her inside and tossed the suitcase that had miraculously reached Sioux Falls on Phalen’s flight on one of the queen-sized beds.

  Suddenly aware that they were alone and Dallas wasn’t smiling, she felt vulnerable. It wasn’t as if she thought Dallas was going to beat her or anything. But the tension in his shoulders hadn’t eased.

  “I, um, I’m going to go wash up,” she said, watching him.

  “Go ahead.” He went to the foot of the bed and opened the suitcase.

  “Are you still mad at me, Dallas?”

  “No, baby,” he reassured. “I’ll join you in a sec.”

  Grace watched him take out a pair of jeans and a caramel-colored sweater. Shaking her head in confusion, she rushed to the bathroom. They didn’t have toiletries with them so she used a travel toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste provided by the hotel. She washed her face with a tiny bar of French-milled soap and a washcloth.

  God, she missed the smell of homemade sandalwood-scented cleansers. Dallas had ordered honeysuckle products from his little sister. Hopefully she’d have a new supply when they went home. She kept that in mind while she lifted her sweater and washed her underarms, then shoved her hand beneath the waistband of her skirt and panties to scrub her pussy clean.

  A rap on the door startled her. Grace jumped and tossed the washcloth, not sure why she was so nervous when they’d made love so many times in the last few weeks she knew every erogenous zone on his body by heart.

  “Come in,” she invited, smoothing her sweater and skirt were back in place.

  Dallas walked in wearing only boxers. There was no mistaking the thickness of the bulge in the front. He was hard as a freakin’ rock. Grace watched him while he opened his own toothbrush.

  “Gracie?”

  “Dallas?”

  He lifted the brush halfway to his mouth. “If you’re finished, go to bed.”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  “You’re to be prone on the bed, no clothes, no covers, your ass presented for me,” he told her as she backed away. “I don’t have a blindfold with me. You’re to keep your eyes closed or keep your face buried in the pillow. Your choice.”

  “Am I to be…punished?”

  Dallas looked at her in the mirror, his brow arched. He didn’t say yes or no. He just stared at her, his intentions reflecting in his dark brown eyes. She gulped, hard. Oh god, she was in so much trouble.

  Why that suddenly and inexplicably turned her on, she had no idea. But it did. She was soaking wet in an instant, her pussy and clit vibrating with the tension his command induced. Hot feminine cream slid down her thigh. Dallas’ gaze stayed on her, his nostrils flared, like he’d scented her arousal. He knew, oh yes, he definitely knew.

  Backpedaling, she retreated into the hotel room, closing the bathroom door.

  Obeying his instructions, she undressed and climbed onto the bed. Her chains and nipple rings pulled on her nipples in a tantalizing pinch of pleasure. Shifting her body as she settled, she let the chains scratch her skin, sending goose bumps up and down her arms. Totally on display, she laid there with one pillow under her hips, her ass in the air and her face buried in another pillow.

  She heard him return to the room and walk around. He was quiet, barely making a sound. Nervously excited, the uncertainty of not knowing what he’d do when he got into bed sparked her sexual curiosity.

  “Good girl,” he praised as he settled down on the mattress. He rustled about. It felt like he was kneeling beside her. He touched the back of her hair, running his fingers through it slowly, carefully. Expecting a spanking any second, she braced herself, but he remained gentle. He caressed her back, running his fingers up and down her spine to find each vertebra, soothing her, his gentleness and patience almost making her come.

  He didn’t say anything. He began massaging her shoulders and rubbing her arms. She’d rested her arms at her sides. Dallas touched her left elbow, having her bring her arm up behind her back. The bed dipped a little. She felt that he’d bent close enough to inspect the bandage strips on her palm. Then he repeated the same thing with her right hand.

  “Keep your hands together,” he ordered. “Imagine handcuffs around your wrists if you need to.”

  “I’m in a lot of trouble, aren’t I?” she asked, though she obeyed.

  Dallas lifted his hand from her wrists, surprising her with a stinging slap to her ass. She gasped, surprised by the enticing slice of pleasure that arced through her midsection. “Hey!”

  “You’re to submit like a good girl.” He spanked her again, striking each cheek. Grace kept her hands locked together as her body responded to the rebuke, but it was so very hard to not move. Knowing she had the choice to put a stop to her punishment, she gave in to it. He was not hurting her. Her ass felt warm, vibrant, the sting of pleasure sending a current of need racing to her quim.

  His big hand descended again, and again, giving just the right amount of stinging heat to create intense pleasure. Oh jeez, the warmth of his palms massaging her ass after each spank couldn’t be denied. He pushed the pillow further under her hips, propping her right up and forcing her thighs to spread wide.

  “Dallas, please, you don’t need
to do this,” she insisted, even though she wasn’t going to stop him.

  His response was to swipe his flat palm a little lower, coming enticingly close to her clit. “I have to, baby. You need to know how scared I was when you ran and how angry I’d been when you ran to Phalen. I’m the man you turn to, even if I’m the one who pisses you off.”

  “I was upset and heartbroken,” she explained. “You doubted me. That hurt.”

  “I am sorry, Gracie, so damn sorry. If you’d have stopped when I called you, you’d have known how much I regretted my words.”

  “You’re right, I shouldn’t have run.” Keeping her face buried in the pillow, she welcomed the illicit darkness of not being certain if or when he’d slap her ass again. Right then he was caressing his calloused hands all over her butt.

  “No more questions. If I ask you something, you’re to answer with one word only. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Tell me who you belong to, Grace.”

  “You.”

  “Who put chains and nipple rings on you?” He stroked her heated ass again, his touch so soft and sweet she felt her pussy contract with need. She wanted him to fuck her.

  “You.”

  “When we go home, will you accept another chain that goes to a ring for your clit?” He kept stroking now, his clever fingers finding and mastering her aroused clit and unfurled swollen labia. He shifted, striking her clitoris lightly, insistently. Grace groaned, wrestling her need to flip over or lift her hips enough to present her pussy to him. “Well?”

  “Yes,” she agreed, not once thinking to deny him.

  “Good, baby, very good,” he praised, swatting her and sending her closer to the pleasure-pain edge that excited her so much. “If you submit now, your ass is going to be a little pink for the night. If you come before I permit it, you’ll find it uncomfortable to sit still tomorrow morning.”

  “You’re not done?” she asked, forgetting the one word, no questions command he’d issued.

  His answer was two swift strikes to the curve of her ass cheeks, a little harder this time, though not to the point of true pain. She felt his thumb pat her asshole, teasing the sensitive rim.

  “Ease your grip behind your back and go up on your hands and knees, Grace,” he directed, withdrawing his hand before penetrating her hole.

  They didn’t have any lube. It’d been two weeks since he’d done anything to her ass other than anal play with his fingers. Whenever he played, he always used lubricant or bathed his fingers in her feminine cream. There wasn’t any way he’d fuck her there without lube. He might be mad as hell, but he would never be so cruel as to cause that kind of pain.

  Feeling more confident with the understanding that he would never truly hurt her, Grace pushed herself up, presenting her backside to him. She knew then that if she balked or expressed any fear, he’d stop. This was where she had the power, she realized, and she didn’t want to stop him. She welcomed the stinging heat of being spanked. Even when his palm came down on her hot flesh, it didn’t hurt. It sparked a need, making her want to be fucked. She wanted it, needed it. She’d run from him and she needed his forgiveness.

  At last, he moved so that he knelt behind her, his hands on her thighs, spreading her open.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to press kisses along the hot swirls marking her ass. She couldn’t see the marks. She felt the heat of his handprints, knew her butt was flame red.

  Dallas was not gentle. Grace didn’t need gentle. She braced herself, bowing her head to let him do whatever he wanted. Her body was his, yet she knew he was also hers. He drew the flat of his hand down her left ass cheek, the right, back, and then spanked her anew, each precise strike sparking wicked hot pleasure that spread from her ass to her pussy, making her desperate to come.

  At last, he shifted closer, aligning himself against her bare ass, his cock sliding over her skin to notch between her butt cheeks. “Oh, baby, I feel the burn.” One arm went around her to fondle her breasts, his clever fingers tightening the ring around her left nipple, spreading the fire of need higher, then doing the same for the right. His chest rested against her back.

  Curiously, she thought she felt something hot and wet drip between her shoulder blades and slide over her skin. She felt it again. There was no mistake. Dallas’ tears were dampening her skin. His mouth touched the curve of her shoulder and collarbone, where he began peppering kisses all over her back, swiping the tears away. All the while, he kept tugging on the chains, pushing her further and further toward oblivion. At last, she felt him rear back, his bare cock probing the opening of her pussy.

  “Who loves you, Gracie?”

  “You.”

  He surged forward, his cock head spreading her for a much deeper penetration.

  “Who will always love you, no matter how many times we fight?”

  “You.” Her answer had him thrusting a little deeper. But he held back, keeping her hanging on the edge, making her wait to be truly, deliciously fucked.

  “Do you promise the same, baby?”

  “Yes.” Rocking her hips back into him, she cried out as Dallas’ cock filled her completely. It felt amazing, beyond incredible, healing, sweet and so very, very good.

  “You have my cock, Grace Daniels. It’s yours. You fuck me hard and don’t stop until cum fills that sweet little pussy. Yours and mine, understand? Every time you think we’re done, rest and get ready to fuck again.”

  Grace could only nod and obey. Submitting to his will, she fucked him as hard as he demanded, loving the thrill of being in charge of how deeply she took him into her body. He stayed very still, letting her drive them right to heaven and climaxing just from the feel of his cum flooding her pussy.

  Collapsing to the bed, she let out a little humph as he came down on top of her. She couldn’t be sure how long they remained like that. Their hearts were slamming, cum and cream mixing together and sliding out of her to mark her skin. He kept murmuring, declaring how much he loved her, and she assured him of the same.

  After they rested and Dallas was hard again, he flipped her over, thrusting into her with one long powerful stroke. He pinned her there, his hips surging with the force of pistons, driving his cock into her just the way she loved. The bed shook. The lamps on the side tables trembled. She was sure she heard herself keening and shouting.

  But she didn’t care if the whole hotel heard them fucking. This wasn’t about hot raunchy makeup sex anymore. It was about reestablishing their connection and love. And it was as necessary as breathing to make everything right again.

  A long time later, Dallas crashed down beside her, taking her into his arms. His mouth sought hers, his kiss of apology for the spanking and their fight finally healing her heart.

  * * * * *

  The following morning, Dallas led Grace into the hotel shower. Watching her face for any sign of distress or discomfort, he saw only her smile and the faint glow of a night of hot sex all over her skin.

  Her sweet ass was no longer hot pink. But he bet if he stroked her curves, she’d be supersensitive. “I didn’t hurt you, baby?” he asked, scrubbing shampoo through her hair.

  “No, no, Dallas,” she reassured. “We needed a night of down and dirty sex. I know now how deeply I’d hurt you yesterday.”

  “I will never doubt you again, Grace.”

  “Well, if it had been you in Robyn St. Clair’s arms, I’d have gone ballistic,” she admitted. “The video looked bad. Please know that I love you. I’ll never cheat on you.”

  “I believe you,” he reassured, glad the night of makeup sex worked the way he’d planned.

  Moving Grace under the shower, he helped rinse her hair, added half of a mini-bottle of hotel-issued conditioner and then rinsed that out too. As soon as she was clean, she turned and helped him wash his hair and his body.

  They were in a hurry to meet Phalen for a quick breakfast before they drove to Deadwood and neither of them wanted to linger in the shower
. As soon as they were done, they dried off and got dressed.

  Dallas wore the sweater and casual brown slacks he’d taken out of the suitcase the night before. Grace chose a red vee-necked sweater with a long black skirt and her black boots. He watched her comb out her hair with her fingers and begin drying it with the hair dryer plugged into the bathroom wall.

  Realizing they didn’t have brushes or even a comb, he called the front desk to see if they had brushes for their guests. A few minutes later, someone rapped on the door and delivered a small hairbrush and a comb. Dallas gave the brush to Grace and she grabbed him close and thanked him with a sweet kiss.

  “I love you, McKay,” she whispered, easing back to brush her hair.

  “Love you too, Gracie,” he said, using the comb.

  Watching her in the bathroom mirror, he noticed the way the vee of her sweater gave a tantalizing view of the silver and sapphire chains he’d put around her neck. She wore them proudly, seeming more aware of their significance than ever. Her bra kept anyone from seeing the nipple rings. Yet he knew they were there and that her nipples were being lovingly taunted by the bite of the rings. What she’d learned since he put them on her body was that the removal was intensely erotic, especially when he sucked her nipples while the rush of blood returned like a flash flood to her sensitive nerve endings.

  He couldn’t wait to get her home and put a ring on her clit and chain it to the rest of the body jewelry. But he was nervous as hell about meeting his grandfathers. Both of them would be at the tourist shop in Deadwood, South Dakota. He didn’t understand why they’d knowingly leave him at a police station.

  “Dallas, we have to go,” Grace said, her gentle hand coming to his elbow.

  “I’m ready, baby,” he said, putting down his comb. He followed Grace to the bedroom and helped her into her winter coat.

  He was putting on his own long leather coat when she moved in to give him a hug. It wasn’t until he was engulfed in her steady embrace that he realized he was shaking all over. “Don’t be nervous, Dallas. You’re about to get the answers you’ve needed all your life.”