by Ann Jacobs
No way was Ninia going to let him put that limb back on—not now, and probably not any time before this time tomorrow, if then. “Well, you’ve done it, Master. You’re here for at least twenty-four hours because you were too macho to bring along your crutches. There’s no way I’ll let you try to walk on this until it’s had time to heal a bit. You sit here while I fix our steaks.”
* * * * *
Jared tried to be pissed, but staying mad was impossible when Ninia had just hand-fed him the best meal he’d had since he couldn’t remember when. She’d cooked his steak rare, the potatoes soft and buttery. His salad had been drenched in some delicious kind of dressing that had him scraping the last lettuce leaf off the bottom of his wooden salad bowl. The final course was a hot fudge sundae, complete with real whipped cream and a cherry on top.
It had taken him halfway through their dinner to get over the embarrassment of sitting there in his boxers, the swollen stump of his right leg hanging out for her to see every time she walked by. Now, as they topped the meal off with a pot of hot tea, he found himself wanting to appease an appetite of a different sort.
Come to think of it, she’d fed that appetite too, sashaying around in that short skirt that rode up every now and then, giving him a nice view of her baby-soft pussy…and a midriff-baring halter top with a tie at the neck that looked as though it would be a cinch to unfasten. He could hardly wait to visually inspect the brand-new nipple rings he’d seen outlined through the thin cloth. It had his dick rock-hard, knowing she’d gone right out and followed his order to pierce them. For him.
He wanted to take back the control she’d made him relinquish. Yeah. He didn’t mind Ninia playing Nurse Domme once in a while—especially when his stump hurt like hell, the way it had before she insisted on taking his prosthesis off. But he needed to remind her who was Master. “Take off your top, sweetheart. I want to see your new nipple rings.”
Smiling, she undid the halter and bared her breasts. “Hope you like plain gold hoops. You didn’t specify.”
“Oh, yeah. I like them. And I like looking at you and knowing you obeyed me without delay. He reached over, brushed his fingers very gently across first one bare breast and then the other. “I think once you’re healed I’ll hang a chain between them, tug on it whenever I want to grab your attention.”
“Mmmm. Sounds kinky, Master.”
“I like seeing your nipples red and swollen. Can hardly wait until the piercings heal so I can play with them.”
“You could have used clamps. That way you wouldn’t have had to wait for the piercings to heal.” From the small frown lines that appeared at the edges of her lush mouth, he imagined her experience with the devices hadn’t been altogether pleasant, and that made him want to reach beyond the grave and punch out the Dom who’d hurt her that way.
Very gently, he touched one of the rings. “I know. But I don’t like using nipple clamps. It’s too easy to get carried away and hurt your sub with them. Come here. Flip up that sexy little skirt and ride me. Ride me the way you rode that dildo out on your balcony.”
“I was hoping you’d come when you saw me doing that.”
He laughed as he drew down his underwear and freed his erection. “I did, sweetheart. But coming that way doesn’t feel a tenth as good as it does coming inside your hot little cunt. Now reach in the pocket of my pants and get me a condom.” When she did, he rolled it on then grasped her at the waist, lifted her and guided her down until he was buried inside her to his balls. “Oh, yeah. Nothing feels better to my cock than a hot, submissive pussy. Squeeze me.”
She took his mouth, tongue-fucked him, ground her ass up and down, around and around, clamping hard on his cock with her inner muscles, milking him. Damn, he was going to come, and there wasn’t a fucking thing he could do about it. “Come, baby. Come for your Master now.”
When she dug her nails into his shoulders he slammed her down on his cock, absorbed her cries in his mouth as he let go, filling the condom with burst after burst of his hot come. “Sorry to have hurried it,” he murmured against the pale mass of her hair. “Help me to your bed, and we’ll start all over again.”
* * * * *
Jared lay in the dark. Without his prosthesis or crutches, he was nearly as helpless as he’d been when his lieutenant had found him in the desert, but he didn’t care. Ninia was sleeping in his arms, her even breathing against his chest welcome proof that she was real—that the explosive lovemaking they’d shared was no illusion.
He raised his upper body up on one elbow, watched her as she slept. Yeah, he wanted her. He’d lusted after her from the minute he’d wakened in her ward and gazed into her big blue eyes. But he was feeling more than desire. More than lust.
Love? He hadn’t thought much about that, hadn’t considered what love meant although he’d had the vague feeling he’d know when that emotion came up and bit him in the butt. He guessed it had just bitten him. Hard.
For the first time in his life Jared was thinking collars and rings…a home on his part of the family ranch…and if they were lucky, a kid or two. Sure, the mental picture he drew lacked the adrenaline-raising excitement of rooting out terrorists who’d vowed to destroy everything he held dear, but he found he liked the idea. He tossed back the covers to feast his eyes on his lover, tried to look at his own damaged body without bitterness.
Actually he found he couldn’t dredge up any rancor even when he deliberately stared at the empty spot where his lower leg should have been or at the angry-looking stump. How could he, when Ninia had told him in every way but words that she desired him just as he was? When she’d shown him she wanted everything he had to give, but would ask for nothing beyond his ability to provide.
“Master?”
Her voice, husky with sleep, seduced his heart, not just his sex. “Yes?”
“Please hold me. I’m cold.”
“Here.” He felt a slight tremor in her body when he pulled her up against his chest, experienced the incredible softness of skin she’d had waxed smooth because she’d thought he’d like it. He did. A lot. Not just her baby soft cunt and ass, but her legs and arms and even the back of her neck where he’d quickly learned the simplest touch of his hand or mouth could get her squirming and whining for him to let her come. “I want you to wear my collar.” My ring too, but it’s way too soon for that. “Be my slave…my lover. Be everything to me.”
Reverently, he traced the marks where he’d put the rope around her neck last night. “Will you?”
She reached up, framed his cheeks between her hands. “Twenty-four, seven?”
“Yes.” It surprised him to realize he wanted that, not merely a committed Dom/sub sexual relationship. “Every day, all day. And all night. Especially all night.” Mindful of her new piercings, he drew her gently to him, burying his face in the fragrant mass of her loosened hair.
“I’d like that.” Shifting, she opened her legs, making a place for his thigh against the moist heat of her swollen pussy. “Except for when I’m at work.”
“I want you to quit your job. I can support you,” he added, realizing she might think all he had to offer financially was a disability pension from the VA. “I want my own private duty nurse to keep me from doing something stupid and hurting myself again.” He surprised himself by saying that, but he realized it was true. While he welcomed Ninia’s sexual submissiveness, he also yearned for the sort of loving care she showed him earlier—the nurturing he once would have rejected as a sign of weakness, an admission of his own vulnerabilities. “And I want to give you everything you need, all the pleasure you want.”
Jared found that was true too. While it undoubtedly would test his bruised self-confidence, he’d willingly risk a little embarrassment to provide her every kinky pleasure available to them in the BDSM clubs. After all, it was a master’s duty to see to his slave’s pleasure—and he found himself looking forward to arranging scenes that would fulfill her streak of voyeurism and more.
Ninia laid a hand between his legs
, cupped his balls. “I’ll be your slave. Gladly. So long as you promise you’ll take care of these.” She slid her hand up the length of his cock and gave it a squeeze, loving the way he seemed to be learning to cope emotionally with his disability. She wondered if she dared hope some of his acceptance had to do with them having become lovers.
Jared silenced her with a kiss, a deep, hard kiss that took her breath away. “On all fours, sweetheart. As soon as you’ll let me up, I’ll go shopping for your collar. Meanwhile, I’m going to get rid of this plug and claim your pretty ass.”
Slowly, gently, he prepared her, first with one finger, then two. “Oh, yeah. I can hardly wait to take you here.” Pausing, he put on a condom then lubricated it and her rear entrance. “I hope I don’t lose my balance,” he commented as he positioned himself on his knees behind her, his arms braced on his hands at her sides. “Tell me if this is too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
All she wanted was his hot flesh buried in her aching body. And he obliged her. The pressure of his thick cock head against her rear entrance made her take a deep breath, relax her inner muscles when they tried to tense up. She loved the way he entered her so carefully, an inch at the time, stretching her…filling her…claiming the only part of her he hadn’t already taken. It hurt, but then love often did, and on the way to pleasure was a sea of pain to travel. Ninia held her breath, and as she did the discomfort eased, leaving her with a warm glow…and an exquisite climax she’d never forget.
* * * * *
Time passed quickly, and almost before she realized it, July was gone. Ninia had worked out her notice at the hospital. Now Jared settled her in the passenger seat of his new truck, and she had nothing more to do than enjoy the smell of the beige leather seats and the luxurious feel of it against the backs of her legs—and wonder what kind of goodies he had stashed in the cooler on the backseat for their picnic lunch. Her buttocks stung deliciously, reminding her of her master’s skill with the long whip he’d used on her again last night at Boundless Pleasure, after they’d picked up the results of the lab tests he’d insisted they both get, for her protection. When she turned to look at him, he was frowning, his right hand resting on the state-of-the-art hand control mechanism he told her he’d reluctantly agreed to have installed because he failed to pass the dexterity test required for driving using his prosthesis on the accelerator and brake.
“You know, you can take the test again once your leg has completely healed,” she said, sensing his disgust at the reminder of his disability.
“Yeah. But with this I can also drive if I decide not to wear the damn prosthesis some time.” He wove expertly through traffic onto the on ramp to Interstate 80 and patted the knob on the hand control. “It’s not so much that I mind having this thing. It’s actually a pretty cool device I might have ordered on my own. It’s just that being told I had to have it made me feel like a cripple. I so don’t want to come off that way to people I care about.”
“You could never make me think of you that way, my darling Master.” Reaching around the device, which looked a lot like an oversize gear shift lever mounted on the console between the two seats, she laid her hand on his thigh, was rewarded with a smile. “Tell me where we’re going,” she said, curious since all he’d said was to take clothes for a few days in the mountains—and the cowgirl outfit she’d worn for him at the club last night. He’d gruffly ordered her to wear the butt plug so she’d keep her mind focused on the fucking they were going to enjoy once they got to where they were going. Just thinking of it made her pussy clench, her newly healed nipples swell against their rings.
“I’m going to show you where I grew up. Where I want us to live once I’ve finished up with getting therapy.”
“You’re from Laramie?” The highway they were cruising along with a convoy of semis and the occasional car or pickup truck was a nearly straight stretch of asphalt that stretched the fifty some-odd miles between the two southern Wyoming cities.
He paused, shot a grin her way. “Close, but not quite. Tie Siding. Ever heard of it?”
Ninia thought a minute, couldn’t recall having heard of the unusually named place. “’Fraid not.”
“I’m not surprised. All that’s there is a post office inside a beat-up flea market on Highway 287, about eight miles from the Colorado line. But it’s where Grandpa got his mail. Where we’ll get ours if we decide to move to the land he left me. About an hour’s drive from Cheyenne on a good day, fifteen minutes max from Laramie except when it gets snowed in during the winter.”
“I’ll bet it’s beautiful.” Especially on this gorgeous summer day, when the sun was high in the sky and the trees along the road were dressed in green, from the light-green leaves of cottonwoods and various shrubs to the dark blue-greens of towering spruce trees. “Why did you decide to leave?”
“I wanted excitement. Danger.” He paused, shook his head. “Got plenty of that, didn’t I? Never mind, don’t pay me any attention. It’s a beautiful day, I’ve got my beautiful slave by my side, and I’m happy to be going home.”
“Really?”
He moved his hand from the control, flipped back her skirt and gave her upper thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Really. I’ll always miss the rush I got in the middle of a firefight. But I won’t miss getting shot at. Did I tell you we’re going to check out my brother’s dungeon in Laramie?”
Ninia squirmed when Jared slid his fingers under her silk thong she wore to tweak her clit. “No.” She doubted, even if she’d been drunk with lust the way he kept her most of the time, that she’d have forgotten a piece of information like that. “You told me you have a brother named Brad and a sister, Diana. Both older than you. But I don’t remember you saying anything about him sharing our lifestyle.”
Jared cleared his throat as he withdrew his hand. “They both do. There’s a closed campground about a mile down this road. We’ll get out of the truck and have some lunch, and I’ll tell you more about the McTavish family.”
Chapter Six
As he figured it would be, the campground was deserted except for some fat squirrels cavorting in the trees. The smells of evergreens and female musk swirled around him as he helped her out of the seat. “Look. I fixed up a spot so your backside won’t get sore,” he said when he set the cooler on the ground and opened the truck bed cover. The inflated air mattress he’d stowed inside looked mighty inviting, but…
“Sit there on the tailgate and let me feed you. I owe you one,” he told her, surprised that he was able to recall that first meal they’d shared without embarrassment.
Her smile hit him like a sledgehammer, and when she lowered her gaze to his crotch he could barely resist ordering her to lie down and spread her legs. But that wasn’t in his plan. After all, they both had to eat, and he’d gone to the trouble of assembling a portable feast—nothing that required a fork or spoon. He’d envisioned feeding her strawberries and pineapple and thin slices of roast beef and ham, filling her in on his ranch and siblings as they ate.
But he wanted her now, didn’t understand what had happened to the iron control he maintained over his own desires as well as hers. His cock throbbed painfully inside his jeans as she looked at him, oblivious to his plan to eat and talk now, fuck later.
The hell with eating. They could do that afterward. They had the place to themselves, Ninia was wet and ready, and Jared had the feeling she wouldn’t have cared if the campground had been filled with a hundred gawking tourists. “I’ll feed you later. Now lie back and spread your pretty legs. I’m hungry for your sweet pussy.”
“Yes, Master.” Stripping off her sopping thong, Ninia lay on the edge of the truck bed, legs held apart in silent invitation, a hungry look on her pretty face. For a minute Jared just looked, his cock swelling and pressing painfully against his jeans. Then he laid a hand over her incredibly soft, smooth mound, rubbed his thumb over her hard, swollen little clit. Her moan of pleasure fed his determination to bring her pleasure in every way.
; “So soft. So beautiful. Such a sweet little slut, but it’s all for me. Isn’t it?” He’d learned she wasn’t averse to threesomes, even to group scenes. But he’d found himself holding back, keeping her to himself when they’d joined scenes at Boundless Pleasure. “One of these days I’m going to…” He couldn’t say it, couldn’t promise her he’d share her with other Doms, wondering if it was his cock or someone else’s making her scream with orgasmic delight.
Instead he bent his head, opened his mouth over her sex, licked and sucked her clit, lapping at the little bud until she came. Then he found her cunt, tongue fucked her there, took her whimpers of pleasure and clutched them in his mind like lifelines. When he straightened up, pulled her ass to the edge of the truck bed and freed his cock, he growled, “I’m gonna fuck you now. Hard and fast, the way you like it. And I’m not using a condom.”
“Yes Master.”
When she lifted her hips to take him deep, he thrust forward. God, but she felt good, all wet heat and slick lubrication with nothing between them to blunt the feeling. A warm breeze played along his balls as he drove into her time after time, kissed his fingers where he dug them into the taut flesh of her buttocks. “May I please come?”
“Not yet.” He slowed the pace, lifted her to change the angle of his penetration. “Imagine it’s not that plug you’re wearing, but another cock sliding in and out of your ass while I’m fucking your wet, hot cunt. Put your fist in your mouth and pretend you’re taking another one there. Make believe it’s not squirrels watching, but a room full of Doms and subs doing each other and wishing they could join in and pleasure you.”
Her cunt clamped down on him so hard it almost hurt. Yeah, his slave got off on public scenes. “When we go to Laramie, I’ll set up a scenario like that. But nobody else gets to put his cock here.” Thrusting hard now, his balls banging against her satiny slit while he fucked her, he held back his own orgasm as long as he could. “Come now, honey,” he ground out as he sank in as deep as he could and came, burst after burst jetting from his cock against the mouth of her womb as her flesh contracted around him.