Ride The Mustang (SEALs Going Hot)

by Desiree Holt

He strangled a laugh before it could break free. This was just the damndest situation he’d ever been in. Maybe he’d been looking at this all wrong, but still…

  “It’s not necessary to use the honorific,” he told her. “At least not tonight, until we see where this goes.” He squeezed the luscious globes of her ass. “Would you like me to do that, April? Tease you like that?”

  “I-I don’t know. I think so. The idea of it makes me…” She paused as if searching for a word. “Horny.” Then she buried her face against the bare skin of his thighs as if hiding her reaction from him.

  Damn! She was full of surprises. And speaking of horny, he gave thanks for his SEALs training that gave him the rigid control he needed right now. He wanted to tie April up, punish her, fuck her blind…and any number of other things. In his determination to take this very slow, he was putting an enormous strain on his body. Especially his cock.

  “What other things did you discover in the pages of these hot novels you read?” He resumed stroking her buttocks, the curve so tempting. He could already visualize it red from his hand or—damn! A paddle! Maybe she had a kitchen spoon he could substitute. He slipped his hands between her thighs, probing her very wet channel with two fingers.

  “Hmm. In some of the books I read, the Doms punished their subs for improper behavior.” She wriggled her buttocks again. “Perhaps that’s what you should do now.”

  Damn. She was liable to be the death of him.

  April nibbled her lip again, obviously choosing her next words carefully. “I, um, read about paddling and caning, too. And—other things.” She paused. “Lots of things that maybe we could try.”

  Jesus! Had she been reading his mind?

  “Interesting,” was all he could manage.

  “But, um, I think right now I’d like to be tied up so you could, you know, have your way with me.” She wiggled again. “But first, like I said, I think I should be punished.”

  “You do, huh?”

  Her words were having an excruciating effect on his dick. And on his libido. Obviously, in his stupidity, he’d been missing out on something here. Not to mention the fact this was the strangest BDSM session he’d ever had in his life. A willing novice who got her information from romance novels. He hoped the reality of it still turned her on.

  This was definitely going to test him on all fronts. Right now, he wanted to fuck her blind. He hoped he could restrain himself until he had her good and ready.

  He smoothed his hand over that very tempting ass again, doing his best to rein in his control. Just how much pain could she take? How much would she want? “All right, April. I’m going to give this sweet ass of yours what I think you can take.”

  Taking a deep breath, he brought the flat of his hand down on first one globe then the other.

  Smack! Smack!

  April cried out but didn’t try to pull away. When he slid a hand between her thighs to test her pussy again, he found the skin slick with fresh juice. God. Apparently little April was made for this more than he ever thought.

  “Ten,” he told her. “That’s how many smacks I’ll give you. On each side. I want you to count them out for me. From now on, when I punish you, I will always want you to count.”

  Smack! His hand landed again.

  “Ow!” The cry burst from her mouth, but even as she said it, she pushed her buttocks up toward him.

  “Count,” he reminded her.

  As his hand landed again and again, the skin of her buttocks turned first a nice pink and then a deep red. She squirmed beneath the punishment but never faltered in her count. When he finished, she was trembling and clutching his leg, yet grinding her pelvis into his thigh. He adjusted the blindfold, finding it damp with her tears. For a moment, he was afraid he’d pushed too hard. That this was a bad idea. But then he slid fingers into her cunt again and discovered she was so wet her juice had seeped out to coat the inside of her thighs.

  His fingers splayed on her reddened ass, reveling in the heat he felt. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining her on her hands and knees, her ass a fiery red from punishment, ready for his cock to plunge into it. After, of course, he teased her to the point she begged for him to take her.

  He brushed his hand over the silk of her hair in a soothing motion. He loved the feel of it, wanted to drag his fingers through it then wrap it around his hand. To use it to force her to her knees and immobilize her head as her mouth swallowed his cock.

  The cock that was urging him to get on with business.

  “I think we’re ready for the next test,” he told her. “Let’s see how obedient you can be to my orders.”

  Chapter Four

  “Do not come until I give you permission.” Fletch’s voice was deep and commanding and left little doubt that he meant what he said. “If you understand, say yes. Otherwise, we negotiate.”

  April’s heart was beating so hard with anticipation she could hardly breath. She was lying on her back on the bed with her arms over her head, the scarf binding her wrists tied to one of the spindles in the headboard. As exciting as the sex with Mustang had been before tonight, this took things to a level she hadn’t even known existed. Every nerve in her body hummed, her pulse beat erratically, and heat consumed her both inside and out. The slightest touch of his fingers on her skin sent the walls of her pussy into spasms and a hunger exploding deep inside her body. Who knew that when she pushed Mustang to find out what their sexual roadblock was, his pushback would unlock something dark swirling deep inside her.

  “Well?” he prompted.

  “Yes.”

  For one long moment, she wished she could see Fletch, see his face as he looked at her. But then she retreated into the darkness behind the blindfold, letting it wrap around her. A place she’d never thought she’d be comfortable with. Her ass burned, as if singed by fire, but the pain streaking right to her cunt made her wetter than the Atlantic. Never in her life had she thought this would turn her on, not even when she’d read the steamy scenes in the erotic romances that focused on BDSM.

  But damn! This took her to a level of need stronger than she could have possibly imagined. And she wanted it again. More of it. And harder.

  Get a grip, April.

  Which was exactly what she was doing. Gripping. The extension of the scarf binding her wrists together. Because Mustang was kneeling between her thighs doing something with the other two scarves.

  “A Dom at the club I belong to taught me a lot of tricks with Shibari,” he said as he moved and twisted the silk. “How to bind the body in an erotic pattern, with the knots placed in appropriate places for maximum stimulation.”

  He wove some kind of intricate design with the scarves around her waist, down through the crevice of her ass and up through her folds. One knot pressed directly on her anus while another sat on her clit. When he tied off the scarves, they pressed directly on the sensitive places, creating the stimulation he spoke of.

  “Bend your legs,” he ordered. “Plant your feet flat on the bed.”

  When she did, the knots pressed even harder, sending shimmers of pure lust through her.

  “We’re going to keep this simple tonight for two reasons.” She heard the strain in his voice. “First, because it’s your first night with any of this. And secondly, because I can only hold myself back for so long before I have to fuck you. Another time I will give you the full experience with Shibari, use different designs for maximum effect. The constant stimulation the knots provide releases a ton of endorphins into the system and helps carry you to subspace, a place in your head where nothing exists except the pleasure and pain. But we’ll work up to that.”

  He tugged on the scarves around her waist. When he did so, intense arousal shot through her body. The walls of her cunt pulsed with need and the muscles of her ass automatically clenched. She realized the soft moan she heard was hers.

  Mustang shifted the scarves again, tugging them so the knots rubbed back and forth across her pleasure points. She wanted desper
ately to squeeze her thighs together to contain the burning there, but Fletch’s position made that impossible.

  “No,” he said as if reading her mind. “I want to see this beautiful pussy of yours. Watch it get pinker and wetter. See how turned on you are by this.” As if to punctuate his words, he pulled aside the scarf riding across her slit and ran his fingers the length of the wet flesh. When he slid the one finger inside her, she automatically clenched around it. Bracing her legs, she tried to push herself down harder on his finger, to ride it.

  “I can tell how hot you are.” He slid the finger out, his voice hoarse with need. “How much you want this.”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what? What do you want, April? My fingers? My mouth? My cock?”

  “Yes, yes, yes. All of it. I want it all.”

  In the darkness behind the blindfold, every single reaction of her body was intensified. An orgasm clawed its way up from deep inside her, begging to be released.

  “I said not yet,” he reminded her. “Learning control is just as important as testing the waters of pleasure and pain. When we’re together it’s important for you to remember I control your every reaction. Your every release. Everything.”

  April dug her heels into the mattress and ground her teeth together. Between the burning pain on the skin of her ass and the desperate need to climax, she was a seething mass of arousal. In the darkness, she felt everything intensely, every response amplified.

  “Hold it back,” he reminded her.

  This time it was his mouth she felt, lapping and licking, and she wasn’t even sure she could obey him. But as he worked her pussy with his lips and tongue and the scarves with his fingers, she felt herself falling into a place where there was nothing but her body and the fine edge of sensation. A place where she was sure she could endure anything to achieve the promised pleasure.

  When he moved, and she felt the absence of his mouth on her. She cried out in protest.

  “Ssh, shh,” he soothed, running one hand up and down her leg from ankle to thigh and back again. “It’s okay. I can’t wait any longer, either.”

  From the velvet space surrounding her, she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper.

  Thank god!

  “Lift up,” he ordered, sliding a pillow beneath her buttocks.

  Then he was there, pulling aside the scarf over her clit enough to expose her opening. The head of his cock probed, tested, then, with one thrust, he filled her completely.

  Ohohohohoh!

  The knots pressed hard on her pleasure points, and with every plunge in and out, the friction drove her even higher. Her entire body was one huge throbbing ball of need. The pillow tilted her body at an angle that allowed Mustang to plunge deeper inside her. With every retreat, the head of his shaft dragged over the sweet spot in her channel. There was nothing but her, this man, the whirlpool of space, and the intensity of sensation. It was her entire focus. Totally lost in a kaleidoscope of feelings, the orgasm building and building, she was torn between needing her release and wanting to ride this delicious edge of hunger as long as she could.

  “Now,” Mustang said, the word sounding as if it were dragged up from deep inside him. “Come now, April.”

  She exploded with volcanic force, the walls of her pussy gripping him hard. He pulsed inside the thin latex sheath, his cum so hot she could feel it burning her inner walls. She grabbed onto the scarf binding her wrists like a lifeline, anchoring herself in the storm of a climax more intense than anything she’d ever experienced.

  At some point the spasms eased, replaced by ripples of aftershocks. Eventually, the rough sound of their uneven breathing reached her ears, along with the thundering of her heartbeat. Every muscle in her body felt stretched beyond belief, and she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to get enough air in her lungs again.

  Awareness returned in stages. The mattress shifted as Mustang left her, obviously to get rid of the condom. Then he was back, unwinding the scarves around her lower body very slowly, pausing to place a soft kiss on her clit. Next came the silken bindings around her wrists. Her arms ached when he lowered them, and he took the time to massage the muscles, easing the strain. And finally the blindfold.

  She blinked at the soft light in the room, her eyes so used to the darkness that, for a moment, she felt as if she were in bright sunlight.

  Mustang stretched out beside her, cradling her head on his shoulder, caressing her again with his hand. He placed gentle kisses on her eyelids, her nose, her lips, and the hollow of her throat. When he stroked a hand over her ass, she flinched slightly then forced herself to relax.

  “Bad, baby?” he asked.

  “No,” she answered in a soft voice. “Just right. The pain makes me feel—” She ducked her head against his chest. “Good. Is that terrible?”

  His laugh rumbled in his throat. “No, sugar. It’s not.” He gave a short laugh. “Who knew under all that gorgeous hair and creamy skin beat the heart of a sub.” He dusted a kiss over her lips again.

  “Is it—Is this okay?” Would he want to do this again? She certainly hoped so. “Was it good for you, too?”

  “Baby, you have no idea. I can hardly wait until the next time.”

  “Where are you going?” she asked when he slid off the bed.

  “Hold on a sec.” He returned, holding the bottle of the skin lotion she used. “Have to take really good care of that sweet ass of yours. I have big plans for it. Turn over onto your stomach and close your eyes.”

  She hummed with pleasure as he gently rubbed the soothing mixture onto her burning skin. When he was finished, he capped the bottle and set it on the nightstand. Then he climbed in beside her, turned out the light, and pulled the covers over them.

  Her heart caught in her throat. “You’re staying?”

  No matter how late it had been when their night together ended, he always left, telling her he needed to be back at his place for an early wakeup.

  “Yes. Ssh. Don’t ask questions. Just close your eyes.”

  Exhausted from the physical drain on her body, April drifted easily off to sleep. Her last thought was of Mustang and the pleasure he’d taught her tonight. And the fact that his body would be wound around hers until morning. Was this a change for the better? She certainly hoped so.

  ****

  If it was physically possible, Mustang would have kicked himself in his own ass. What the hell had he been thinking last night?

  Your little head was doing all the thinking for you.

  Boy, that was the damn truth. He had gone to April’s for dinner, bringing a bottle of the wine she liked, prepared to ply her with enough to tell her they needed to cool things for a while. Explain to her how it was with him. That he hoped he hadn’t given her any false impressions or wrong ideas.

  All through dinner, he kept looking for an opening, but she looked so hot and flirted with him so outrageously, he was like a bull in heat by the time dinner was over. Then his dick led him straight to the bedroom where he’d gotten the shock of his life. April, the warm and sexy, had turned into April, the tease, followed by April, the willing and curious sub. He’d broken his very firm rule and spent the night with her. Slept in her bed.

  He hadn’t known what to expect in the morning, but April had just been…April. She toasted bagels for both of them, fixed him a to-go cup of coffee, and wished him luck with the three-day training mission he was now on. He should have been grateful. Delighted. No, ecstatic. A woman who was everything he wanted and asked nothing of him. Not even when she would see him next.

  Come to think of it, she’d been like that from Day One. He didn’t know if Diane had clued her in on him, or if she was as uninterested in anything long-term as he was. She didn’t seem like the serial dating type, but maybe she just thought SEALs were a bad risk. That they were safe dates because there were no expectations. And why did that frost his ass? He must be nuts, because here he was, all irritated that she didn’t want anything from him w
hen that was the very thing he looked for in a woman.

  This was all upside down. Something had fucked up his head. Because all he could think of was when he was going to see April again. And again. And again. The things he could teach her and introduce her to.

  “You’ll get your ass shot off, Mustang, if you don’t get your head in the game.” Iceman’s voice sounded in his earbud. “I nearly plastered you with a paintball.”

  Mustang gave himself a mental shake. Iceman was right. This was no time or place to be letting his mind wander.

  This morning, two long distance helicopters had transported the sixteen men from his platoon to a location in the Blue Ridge Mountains. For three days, they would undergo intense mountain training in preparation for an upcoming mission to the Andes to root out and destroy a drug dealer’s headquarters. If he didn’t pay attention, he’d be in deep shit.

  For the next three days, he did what he was trained for—compartmentalized. He blanked his mind of everything but the training exercises. It was hot as hell, especially with the camo they wore and what always felt like the ten thousand pounds of gear they carried. He dodged paintballs, hid high up in trees, ate nuts and berries, and carried a “wounded” comrade to a hiding place for safety. He was part of the four-man team that approached the simulated compound and set explosives to blow the drug rats to kingdom come. By the time they were finished, he was sure they could all do the job in their sleep.

  Sleep. Boy, that was what he needed, and on the helicopter ride home, he leaned back against the cabin wall and closed his eyes. But his fucking brain refused to give him any rest. All he could think about was April, naked, on her bed with her scarves wound around her in the intricate Shibari design. April, on his lap, her ass a hot pink from being spanked. April, wetter than the Amazon from the things they did.

  And even as exhausted as he was, his cock rose up and hardened into hot steel.

  Damn.

  What was he going to do about her now? All his carefully thought out plans to let her down easy, break things off so they could still remain friends—oh, yeah, that would really work—crumbled into minute pieces. Because just as in the beginning, he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from her. When he should have been rehearsing his farewell speech, he was plotting their next night together and the things he planned to teach her, introduce to her. And what kind of signal had he sent her when he’d spent the entire night in her bed?