by Charles, Eva
“Bullshit.”
“Maybe I don’t like sex in that position.”
“That would be more bullshit. You love it from behind. It’s deep and it gives me access to all the parts of your body that make you feel good. If I bend you over the arm of the sofa right now, and slide into you, you’ll come right away.”
“You’re so sure of yourself.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, studying me. “Did someone hurt you like that? Was it Dean when he was drunk? I’ll kill that bastard.”
I don’t say anything.
“Tell me.”
I look down at his neck, examining a tiny pale freckle near his collar bone. “It was you.”
He pulls the hair back off my face with both hands, and holds my head between them so I’m forced to look at him. I see his mind churning while searching my face for answers.
“The night I walked into the stable,” I say softly. “On you and Jane. That’s the position she was in. Even though I understand now what happened. It’s imprinted on my brain and my body reacts, even though I don’t want it to.”
His eyes are dark with a flash of anger, or maybe it’s sorrow. I can’t tell. He kisses the tip of my nose, and gazes at me warily for some time before speaking. “We’ve got to do something about that. I have no intention of giving up a single thing with you.”
“Can’t undo it. It’s not a demon you can exorcise by will or force.”
“I don’t accept that.”
I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I wiggle on his cock, which is rock hard against my mound. “I need you inside me. Please,” I beg in a way I know makes him crazy.
His face is serious. His eyes laser focused on mine. JD’s not through with the discussion and sultry begging might not be enough tonight. I take his hand and slip it between my legs. He starts to protest, but stops abruptly when his long fingers reach my pussy. I’m wet. Soaked. His breathing quickens. “Let me ride you,” I demand, echoing the heated flush spreading over my skin.
“As long and as hard as you’d like, darlin’. But when you’re done, it’s my turn.” I tremble at the gravel in his voice. At his words. They have the ring of a threat. A delicious threat that will make me sweat and quiver under him while he takes until he’s satisfied. I pray it’s a threat he’ll make good on.
24
Gabrielle
“Where are we going?” I ask, climbing into the cab of JD’s truck. “What do you need to show me? I hope this isn’t a date because I’m not dressed for it.”
“One day I’m going to put a penny in a jar for every question you ask. It’ll feed the world for centuries. And I never said anything about a date.”
“One day I’m going to put a penny in a jar for every question you don’t answer. That’ll feed plenty of people too. And don’t give me a hard time. You just showed up at my door and expected me to go with you without an explanation. No woman would just go happily, not even that fangirl who has an entire blog dedicated to your hotness. Well, maybe her.”
“She’s a moron. Even if she has good taste in men.”
I stare out the passenger-side window, but I don’t laugh. She is a moron, and no threat to me, which is why I love to comb through her blog. “A little notice would be nice next time.”
“Would you relax.”
Relax. “This is the way to the stable. I thought it was empty?”
He doesn’t answer.
“You want to show me something in the stable?”
“Sure.”
That means he’s not saying another word. JD parks outside the double doors that the horses come in and out of. But there aren’t horses here now. I don’t think anyone has used this building for decades, not as a stable anyway, but the outside is in great condition and like the rest of the property, the area surrounding it is immaculate. “We could have walked here from the carriage house, JD.”
“Are you ever going to stop talking?”
I jump out of the truck, not waiting for him to come around to open the door. “I don’t know, are you ever going to answer me?”
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand. He takes me to a narrow door on one side of the building and pulls it open, motioning for me to go in first. As soon as I step foot inside, the smell of fresh hay hits me hard. I haven’t been inside a stable for years—fifteen years, to be precise. And the smell of hay is fraught with complicated feelings for me. I sniff the air. There’s no escaping them here. I can’t just look away to dismiss the memories.
“Is that your old truck? The one we—”
“Yep.”
I run my hand over the tailboard. The paint’s dull with age. “Does it still run?”
He nods. “I occasionally take it out for a short drive, but otherwise it’s parked here, out of the elements.”
“Is this what you wanted to show me?”
“Nope.” He points to the far corner of the building, where there seems to be a glow.
I walk around the truck and follow the dim light in the distance. The air crackles with nervous energy. I’m not afraid. Hesitant, but not afraid. And more than a little curious too. JD’s quiet. It’s not as though he’s a big talker, but his quiet is heavy tonight. I stop and glance at him over my shoulder. “Keep going,” he says from a couple feet behind me. “You’re on the right path.” The soft light is stronger as I make my way deeper inside the stable.
The far edge of the structure is lit by lanterns, with glass globes of various shapes and sizes, and small electric votives. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. I gaze over the space. It’s breathtaking.
Once they adjust to the light, my eyes go to the bed of hay in the center of the room. It’s at least two feet high, with smaller bales piled here and there around it. A picnic cooler sits on one bale, and something resembling a tackle box, or maybe a tool box, sits on another. But of all the oddities, it’s the enormous freestanding mirrors positioned around the straw bed that capture my attention.
They’re larger than any mirrors I’ve ever seen, and set up in a triad, almost like the ones in a department store, where you can see yourself from all angles. The shimmering candlelight is reflected in the giant glass. It’s beautiful and strangely erotic.
My mouth is dry, and my heart is beating faster than normal. I glance at JD. “What’s all this?”
“Getting back to basics. You’re getting too spoiled because the only place I ever fuck you is in a nice soft bed.” His voice is low and rough.
“I don’t think a bed’s the only place you fuck me,” I whisper.
Before the words are out of my mouth, his legs are on either side of mine and his hands are in my hair. He claims my mouth with bruising kisses that steal my breath.
One hand slides to my bottom and lifts me toward him. I feel his cock twitch against my belly. “This is one way to get you to stop talking,” he murmurs. “My favorite way.”
When JD pulls away, his eyes are black. He runs his knuckles over a scruffy jaw. “Take off your clothes, darlin’. Everything but your panties. Leave those for me.”
I draw in a breath as I untether each button carefully, letting the black cardigan fall open. My nipples furl instantly in the cool air, pushing through the camisole. My face is heated. But not from embarrassment.
I catch his eyes while slowly unzipping my jeans, and hold them tight as I shimmy out of the pants. He’s an arm’s length away. His body is tense. He’s struggling to keep the distance. I’ll bet his cock is throbbing. His struggle causes the hint of a smile to form on my face while I pull the lavender cami over my head, shaking my hair loose. I hold the lingerie out to him. “Will you be needing this tonight?”
I hear the low growl, primitive and raw. He yanks off his T-shirt and toes off his shoes at the same time. When he’s done, he pulls me down onto the straw pile with him. It’s soft and pliable, because it’s fresh, and the smell is intense. Almost too intense. I bury my face in JD’s neck. It’s clean and soapy. I squeeze my eyes tight and
fill my lungs with him.
He rolls over me, pinning me underneath, leaving me sandwiched between coarse denim and prickly hay. Even though his arms support most of his weight, he feels big on top of me and it’s impossible to move more than an inch or two in any direction. My flesh is sizzling. I feel the beginning of a light sheen on my skin.
JD lowers his head and pulls a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, until it’s beaded tight. “When I’m done tonight, darlin’, the only memories you’ll have of stables will be of me filling you and pounding your sweet little cunt until you can’t stop coming around my cock.”
He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and doesn’t let go until I’m pulling his hair and whimpering incoherently. “I can’t understand a word you’re sayin’. What do you want?” he murmurs before catching my earlobe between his teeth.
Everything. I want everything.
He rocks his hips into me, over and over. The thick bulge teases my mound, sending zings of pleasure though me. There’s no mistaking how much I want him right now. My mind is whirling, my cunt pulsing with need.
I groan when he pulls off of me to reach the tackle box. He brings it closer, flipping the latch open. A stack of trays pop up, but from this angle I can’t see what they hold.
His hand disappears inside the box. He pulls a couple things out and holds them up for me. At first, they appear to be drop earrings made of pearls that shimmer in the low light of the room. They have the unmistakable luster of expensive pearls and I’m captivated by their beauty.
“Do you know what these are?” he asks in a husky voice that makes my center throb.
Although they look a lot like earrings, they’re not. “Nipple clamps.”
He nods. “Have you ever worn anything like this?”
“No,” I say softly. The corner of his mouth curls slightly.
“Let me see your hand.”
I hold it out to him, palm up. JD attaches a clamp to the webbed skin between my thumb and index finger. “Doesn’t hurt, does it?”
It’s startling, but no pain, just a small sting. I shake my head.
“I’ll tighten them so you feel the bite in your pussy. But it won’t hurt,” he murmurs into my neck. “Not tonight.”
He lowers his head and draws a plump nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, the rasp of his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh. When he pulls his mouth away, he works his fingers roughly over the nipple before attaching the clamp. There’s a small pinch. “Ahhh.” I arch my back.
“Good girl.” He tugs gently on the pearls, before lowering his mouth to the other nipple. Once the second clamp is in place, he pulls me to my knees. “Turn around,” he instructs, positioning himself behind me. “Look how beautiful you are.” I gaze into the mirror. We’re both on our knees, his body partially obscured by mine. The ornate jewelry hangs from me, like we’re performing an ancient African ritual.
His hand rests on my hip, and the other slides to my belly, circling lower and lower. I feel his cock firmly seated in my lower back. I watch my lips part, and my head fall to his shoulder while his fingers graze my clit. The hay mingles with the musky scent of sex to create a potent cocktail.
“I have more,” he says, pulling a tray from the tool box. It reveals five egg-shaped plugs, each with a large silver ring attached to the base. He chooses the center one. “This is perfect.”
It looks so big. “Maybe the smaller one would be better to start with,” I tell him warily.
“We’re going to start with my fingers, darlin’. But you’ve had something much bigger than this inside your tight little ass,” he holds out the stainless-steel egg, “and you took every fat inch of it.” He takes out a triple strand of pearls, several inches long, and attaches it to the large ring at the base of the plug. He gazes at me. His eyes are ablaze. “It matches the jewelry on your nipples. I want you perfectly adorned tonight.”
I finger the pearls and the ring where they’re attached.
“Something to grab onto when I want to fuck your ass,” he says lewdly. I gasp and press my thighs together. JD smirks. “I can attach anything to that ring. Even a thick bushy horse tail.” He leans closer. His breath is near my ear. “Should I bring one of those next time?”
I whimper, and he tugs my hair back so I’m forced to watch in the mirror.
“Would you like that?” He slides two fingers into my wet pussy. “Oh, Gabrielle, I think you would.” His eyes are dancing in the mirror. Taunting me. But it’s not mean. It’s arousing. So arousing. I arch against him. I’m going to dissolve into a puddle if he doesn’t stop. “Do you remember how we would cage the mare, let her bite down on the bit while the stallion mounted her. Do you remember that?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“How he’d stick his big dick into her until he was satisfied?” His words are vulgar, but his voice is low and buttery. “Did you touch yourself after you watched them mate? Did you think about what it would be like to have a wild animal mount you until he had his fill?”
Yes. Yes. I don’t say it. I don’t have to, he knows.
His fingers push my panties aside and brush my bare mound. “Get on your hands and knees,” he commands. “I want you on all fours, Gabrielle, while I fuck you. I want you to watch in the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come. How your eyes roll back and your skin flushes. Now, Gabrielle.”
I can barely move. It’s as though my brain is so aroused it’s stopped sending mundane messages to my limbs. It takes a few seconds before I remember how to maneuver my body. When I’m in the position he wants, he uncaps the lube and spreads it over my pleated hole. One thick finger pushes inside, while he teases my clit with his other hand. I want to scream for more. But I don’t, because that will get me less. That’s the kind of night this is going to be.
My hands dig into the hay as he slides a second lubed finger into my ass. When I tense up, he scolds me. When I look away from my reflection in the glass, he chides me and moves his hand from my needy pussy. “Warm this,” he says, placing the jeweled plug near my lips. I open my mouth and take it in. It’s big. Invasive. It will feel even bigger where it’s ultimately going. I shudder when I see my reflection in the mirror. The pretty pearls hanging from my lips and breasts, while JD kneels behind me, preparing me. I feel a surge between my legs, and the arousal sticky on my inner thighs.
He withdraws his fingers and spreads more cold lube between my cheeks. “I need this,” he says, pulling on the plug in my mouth. I pant softly when he pulls it out. “Look in the mirror, Gabrielle. Watch how much you like having your ass filled.” He eases the steel egg into me. “That’s it, darlin’, push out. Just like that.” He inserts it gently, giving me time to adjust.
I glance in the mirror. My face is red and sweaty. JD is gazing back at me. “I’m going to shove my cock into you while that plug is in your ass. And you’re going to come so hard around me.” He pauses, admiring me in the mirror. His breathing is labored too. “But first you’re going to suck my cock, and if you suck it good, I’m going to reward you. Can you suck it good, Gabrielle?”
“Yes,” I say in a voice so sultry, I barely recognize it.
He moves in front of me. I push back to my knees and reach for his zipper. “No,” he says, swatting my hand away. “You didn’t listen. I don’t like to repeat myself, Gabrielle. Keep your hands and knees on the straw. Like your life depends on it. They don’t leave the hay unless I tell you.” He grabs a fistful of my hair. “Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
He lowers his blue jeans, and guiding my head, he feeds me his cock an inch at a time until it hits the back of my throat. I gag. The tears pool. But JD doesn’t stop. He thrusts slow and shallow a few times, between the long, deep plunges. I can’t swallow him in this position. But I hum, because I know the vibrations will be his undoing.
“Ah, Gabrielle. Stop. Stop.” But I don’t. I hum faster and faster.
JD pulls
out of my mouth and marks my neck and chest with long ropes of cum. I smile. A tiny, smug smile, because I pushed him where he wasn’t ready to go. There’s sure to be a price for that.
“You are naughty. Very naughty,” he drawls. “But your mouth is heaven.” With a fistful of hair, he yanks my head back, breaching my lips, and his tongue tangles with mine. His heart hammers. “Don’t move off this hay or you will regret it.”
JD slides behind me, lowering his body between my legs. I groan loudly when his tongue touches my clit. He places a hand on my back while he licks me from behind, pushing two fingers into my pussy. I begin to buck. The orgasm is building quickly.
I don’t want to come yet.
It’s forming too fast.
It’s going to be too hard.
But I can’t stop it. It’s barreling through me and I can’t stop it. My womb balls tightly. I’m being torn apart. Clawing at the straw bed, digging my fingernails deep into the chaff to survive. I scream. My body twitches until I’m wrung out and empty. Until I want nothing but to lay my head on the downy hay.
“Don’t you dare move your hands and knees off the straw,” JD warns. He’s slowed his movements, but his tongue is swirling and teasing still, and I begin to climb again until he pulls his mouth away, leaving me whimpering.
“Open your eyes,” he demands from behind me. He slides his fingers over my swollen pussy and sucks them into his mouth. It’s filthy and shameful. And I’m aroused by it all.
Small moans escape my lips and tumble into the room. “Do you need to come again, already? You’re a greedy little thing. And noisy. But I’m not going to gag you. Do you know why that is, darlin’?” he murmurs, brushing my ear with his mouth.
“You like to hear me scream.”
I’m facing him in the mirror and he tugs my hair back gently. “I like to hear you scream. Yes. I like the way your screams echo in my veins. How they make me rock hard. Every time you scream your walls contract around my dick, squeezing until I can’t think straight. Every time.”
“Open your eyes.” I do as he asks, but it’s hard. I focus on my reflection in the glass. My eyes are slits. “I’m going to fill that pussy now, my pussy, and you’re going to watch while I do it.”