RopedHitchedandLassoed

by Ann Jacobs

  He said he’d never used this room before. “This is your first time here? Really?”

  “Really. You’re the first person besides the contractor to see this room. The first sub I ever wanted to bring into my home. My heart. Come here and climb up on my fucking table. You’re gonna give me head while I eat your delicious cunt. Then, maybe, if you’re good, I’ll take out this dildo and fuck you for real. I grabbed some more condoms from Jared before we left his place.”

  When he rolled one of the condoms over a large bright blue butt plug, her mouth went slack. The idea of him taking all her holes at once had more pussy juices trickling around the dildo, along her slit and down her thighs. Eager for the triple invasion, desperate to take his big cock in her mouth and suck him dry, she bent over the foot of the table and spread her legs. “Please don’t make me wait,” she begged, hating the plaintive sound of her voice yet yearning for the punishment her instinctive act should cost her.

  He took up a soft flogger and snapped it in the air. “Climb up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups. Don’t try to anticipate my wishes again. I’m not the least bit shy about telling you what I want.”

  When she lay back on the padded table and situated her bare feet in the icy stirrups, she felt him snap the flogger over her belly, experienced the mild stings from those metal beads while she heard a snap and sensed he’d dropped the hinged lower section of the table, fully exposing her sopping pussy to his gaze, and to the flogger whose beads now pummeled her bald mound.

  “Oooh.” She loved the feeling of helplessness, made more so when he bound her knees and ankles to the padded bottoms of the stirrups that held her open for his pleasure and her own. Then he worked the butt plug up her ass until its flared head rested provocatively against her wide-open, incredibly sensitive rear entrance.

  Her pussy clenched when he set the dildo to vibrating and moved to the end of the table. She wanted him to own her, strip her of every inhibition she’d ever had, force her to come and come until she couldn’t come any more. Holding her breath, she savored the feeling of helplessness, made more intense when he planted one knee in the padded sling to the left of her head and straddled her face, settling his other knee in the matching sling on her right.

  “I want you to suck my cock now.” The heat in his deep voice was nothing compared to the feeling of his muscular thighs scalding her cheeks, his throbbing cock nudging her mouth then finding a home between her eager lips. “That’s it. Take me deep. Swallow me. Blow me until I’m wrung dry.”

  The musky yet clean scent of him surrounded her.

  “Easy now, I’m gonna raise your sweet cunt so I can fuck you right.” Then she felt her ass rising as he pushed a button and raised the table. “There. I want to see you play with your nipples while I’m taking care of your sweet pussy. Pinch them until they’re tight little nubs while you give me head. Oh God, lick me. Yeah, like that,” he rasped out when she ran her tongue up the underside of his rock-hard cock then extended it to taste his balls that pressed so enticingly against her stretched lips. “Take a look at the ceiling. Watch. Tell me seeing us like this doesn’t excite you.”

  She couldn’t talk around his pulsating cock, but she couldn’t help looking in the mirror above them, watching her own flesh tense, observing how he’d bent over her, and squirming when he turned up the speed on the two vibrating objects in her cunt and ass while grabbing her clit between his teeth and flailing it with his tongue. Compelled by the escalating feelings inside her, she tugged at her nipples, rubbed them against the smooth, muscular plane of Brad’s lower belly. And she swallowed, lodging the head of his cock in her throat, breathing slowly through her nose and tickling his satiny balls as she milked him, taking him deeper down her throat with every delicious swallow.

  Her pussy clenched against the dildo. She wished it were his cock instead, but she couldn’t imagine losing the incredible sensation of being possessed, filled, driven toward a climax she’d never been able to achieve with vanilla sex or sessions with other Doms. She dragged her nails up his chest, struggled to hold back her climax until he gave permission.

  When he pulled out she cried out. She’d failed him, failed to suck him dry. His rock-hard, glistening penis held her gaze, almost made her fail to realize he’d stuffed her mouth again, this time with a firm ball gag. “Keep pretending it’s my cock you’re loving with your pretty mouth,” he ordered as he secured the gag with straps he tightened around her head. “And keep watching. I can tell it turns you on.”

  Would he fuck her pussy or her ass? Not that Keely cared much at this point. Every cell in her body screamed for release of the intense pressure that kept building up as he moved to the end of the table and slipped on a condom. The vibrating anal plug stayed in, its rhythmic motion keeping her lust at a fever pitch, but he slowly retrieved the dildo from her swollen cunt. “I’m wearing a condom. Blink twice if you want me to take it off.”

  Did she? She knew he was clean and so was she. Everyone who came to Roped and Lassoed had to submit monthly reports from their doctors certifying them free of all kinds of venereal disease, from the fairly benign ones to HIV. It was the wrong time of the month for her to get pregnant. The thought of risking that didn’t scare her nearly as much as it might have two days ago.

  “Don’t you want to feel it all, skin on skin, no barriers?” He stepped closer, so close she felt the heat of him, the pulse of life beneath the rubber barrier. “I could order you to take it off me, you know.”

  But he wouldn’t. He’d leave it up to her. Keely trusted him, far more than she’d ever dreamed she might trust a master. She looked down at him and blinked twice, then watched him peel the condom off and toss it aside.

  “I’ll take care of you, my own sweet baby. Not just now but always.” The smooth, creamy feel of his cock head against her cunt fueled her flames. His, too, she could tell as he let go his restraint and sank into her all the way, until his cock slammed against the mouth of her womb and his balls rested tightly against her shaved pussy. “I’ll never let you grow hair down here again,” he told her, and she nodded vigorously. She’d never again deny herself—or him—the incredible sensation of mating, nothing between them. “And the only thing I’ll be using condoms for is fucking your delicious little ass. I think we’ll keep the butt plug, though. I love the way it feels when you’re vibrating around my balls. When my cock can feel the pulsating sensations in your wet, hot cunt.”

  His thrusts grew harder, faster. She tightened her vaginal walls around him, loving the intense feeling of the rounded ends of the bar he wore in his piercing as they pressed against her. They scraped deliciously on her insides when he moved. More than anything she yearned to feel him come inside her, fill her with the long, hot spurts of milky fluid she’d felt before only when she serviced him with her mouth.

  She had to come. She dared not do it without her Master’s order, so she clenched her muscles and tried to focus on the intent look in his dark eyes, the smoothness of his chest, the coppery nubs of his small nipples. When those delicious sights couldn’t distract her she closed her eyes, only to feel his fingers settle on her already distended nipples. He plucked them hard then bent and drew one fully into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue until she was about to explode.

  “Now, my sweet submissive. Come with me this time.” He slammed into her once more, balls-deep. Her last bit of self-control flew away, and she clamped down her inner muscles on his cock. The first hot, wet spurt surprised her with its intensity, triggered the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced. It only got better as he released burst after burst of his essence deep in her spasming pussy.

  He’d never felt so satisfied or so tender toward a woman as he felt toward Keely. Gently Brad released her from her bonds and carried her to the bed. “You’re going to marry me,” he said as he tucked her in and crawled in bed beside her. “I want to sleep with you like this every night, love you for the rest of our lives. I’ll never force you to
do anything you’re afraid of.”

  Keely glanced up at him, tears in her eyes. “What if I want you to? I was afraid of shaving my pussy until you showed me what I was missing. The idea of making love in front of others or watching others have sex in front of me was pretty disturbing until I saw how beautiful sex could be between two people who’re obviously in love. I don’t think I’ll ever encourage you to shave my head, but the idea doesn’t turn me off as much as it did when Jared made Ninia take off her wig and show off her baldness.” Her voice trailed off, as if she might be imagining how it would feel to have him rub his hands over her naked scalp.

  “I could always say I wanted to come all over your bare head,” he said, repeating an experience often related by other Doms who visited Roped and Lassoed and once proven when the biggest braggart of the bunch brought his collared slave with him, shaved her bald and masturbated onto her scalp, massaging his seed into her skin until it shone. “Does that pique your curiosity?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Not really. If you want, you can come on my head, hair and all.”

  “Fair enough.” Wrung out as he was, he still felt his cock coming to life at the idea of coming in her short, auburn curls and using his hands to massage it through her hair. “Seriously, I don’t share Ninia’s fetish. Neither does Jared, but he loves her so much he shaves her because he knows it gives her pleasure.” He paused then shot her a grin. “Tell you what, sweetheart, I’ve never seen my little brother as embarrassed as he was when she insisted on them meeting me for dinner in Denver. She had on a Muslim-style headscarf because they’d delivered her hair to a wigmaker. One of Jared’s conditions for shaving her was that she never step outside their house without a wig, but she talked him into letting her go out wearing the the scarf until her wig was ready.”

  Keely couldn’t help guessing what had happened to embarrass Jared. “Are you trying to tell me the scarf slipped off in the restaurant?”

  “Worse. She went in the restroom and took it off. Then she sauntered over to our table, just like there wasn’t anything wrong with showing off her shiny bald pate in front of everybody there.” Raising himself up on one elbow, Brad ran his fingers through Keely’s unruly mop. “I like you just like this. Whatever hair fetish I may have is satisfied by getting rid of it on our bodies.”

  She laid a hand on his chest, circling a nipple with her finger as she smiled up at him. “I can’t afford wax jobs like yours.”

  “You can once we get married.” Brad knew he’d have to go easy, sweep away her pride and lingering feelings of inadequacy so gently she wouldn’t realize what he was doing. “While we’re snowed in, though, we can treat ourselves to blade shaves all over. Every day.” Very gently he ruffled the pale hairs on her forearms, stopping when he saw her smile go away.

  She wrinkled her nose. “Will you make me wear your collar?”

  “No decent master would ever let his slave’s neck go unadorned. But don’t worry. I’ll pick you out a pretty one set with your favorite precious stones. No black leather or chain links. No one but you and I will know it’s on for keeps, or that I’m the only one who’ll know how to take it off you. I’m not planning ever to snap a leash on onto it. I promise.”

  “Does Jared ever put Ninia on a leash?”

  “I’ve only known of him to do it one time—the one I just told you about. He only made her wear it until they got back to their hotel.” Brad hadn’t blamed his brother, considering the way Ninia had disobeyed his order to deserve that punishment.

  Keely grinned. “Oh, I can see how that might have made Jared pretty angry.”

  “Yeah. I’ve got the feeling you won’t find the need for showing off your kinks to anybody but me, so I’ll save myself the extra bucks Jared paid for that gold chain he calls a leash.” Brad traced a line around the base of her neck then lifted her left hand. “You’ll wear my rings here, too. I won’t have anybody, our BDSM friends or vanilla-type guys who might see you on the street, not be able to tell on sight that you’re taken.”

  She reached up, her fingertips tracing the veins that stood out on his hand from all the years of holding on to cinch straps wrapped around the middles of nasty-tempered bulls and broncs. Her touch had him hot, hard and very much aware he wanted her for a lifetime. When she spoke, her soft breath tickled his wrist. “All right. I just don’t ever want everybody knowing about the collar. About its significance, anyhow. I can’t take more of the teasing I endured when I was a kid.”

  “Fair enough. Now come snuggle up and keep me warm. We’re gonna need our strength until the weather breaks.” With any kind of luck the storm would keep them snowbound for at least three more days. Brad intended to make the most of this time, seduce Keely so completely she’d never backslide from the promises she’d made.

  * * * * *

  It took a week for the road department to clear two avalanches that had blocked Highway 287 in both directions. A week of seeing to the cattle and horses, preparing food and clean outerwear for the ranch hands. Charley helped with those things while Brad kept the wranglers busy outside from sunup until noon when he and the hands came in the kitchen and put down the fuel that kept their bodies going. The rest of Brad’s days belonged to Keely, and she loved it. Loved him as much as she constantly lusted after him.

  “Come on now. You can give me a bath, warm me up. I’ve got some news.” Cupping her buttocks, Brad lifted her and ground his fully clothed but obviously aroused cock into her mound that never had been so sensitive before he’d shaved it.

  She purred, tucking her head into the hollow above his collarbone and wondering what today might bring.

  As if she were the most precious bundle he’d ever held, he undressed her and laid her out on a hot, thirsty towel he’d placed on the shower floor. Her squirming while he spread foam from the hot lather machine on her from neck to toe earned her a sharp slap. Needles of hot arousal radiated from where his hand fell on her thigh, once, then twice, then once more before he knelt beside her and ran a new razor over her legs, her cunt, even over the practically hairless expanse of her belly and rib cage. “Raise your arms,” he told her after shaving her aching breasts, and when she obeyed he scraped away the little underarm stubble that had grown back since this time yesterday. Then he shaved her arms before moving back to her trunk and carefully denuding her neck and throat. “Roll over so I can take care of those fine, silky hairs on your back,” he told her while inserting a new blade into the razor.

  She shuddered when Brad lifted her hair and shaved the skin just below her hairline. It felt so good, made her so horny she almost begged him to shave it all off, let her feel for herself the erotic sensations Ninia must experience when Jared shaved her first in one direction and then in the other, reducing her head to a shiny, smooth scalp stretched taut against her perfectly rounded skull. Keely bit her lip to keep from saying the words she knew Brad didn’t want to hear. Then her breath caught in her throat when she felt him take the blade higher. Not much higher but enough that she felt the slightly longer curls just above her hairline slide down her back, a breeze from a forced air vent chilling the newly bare skin.

  Brad was raising her hairline in the back. Not enough that anybody might notice, but just enough to make her pussy cream at the prospect of him stroking that highly sensitive strip of skin, blowing on it, running his tongue over the smooth surface until she came in a shivering mass of sensation while he shot spurt after fiery spurt of his hot, slippery seed into her hungry pussy. “Hold still. I’m about to do your back.”

  It felt incredible, this feeling of total nakedness that came over her as he shaved the fine fuzz off her back before paying particular attention to her buttocks and ass crack. She almost came when he inserted two fingers up her rear hole and scissored them back and forth, stretching her for what she hoped would be his next step in their afternoon play. He took them out but replaced them with the anal plug he often had her wear all day. “That’s to keep my naughty sweetheart hot while I finis
h you off,” he whispered in her ear, blowing his breath on the newly shaved skin. “And while you take care of me.”

  The motion of her hair bouncing against her raised hairline felt incredibly erotic. She barely noticed Brad spreading her legs until he’d shaved her again from ass to cunt, taking short strokes to ensure that no stray hairs had popped up to mar her smoothness. “There, you’re done.”

  She shaved him as thoroughly as he’d shaved her, taking special care not to nick his beautiful cock and balls. When she finished and turned on the showerheads, she knelt and started to take him in her mouth.

  But he pulled her away and onto her feet. “Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, wrapping them both in a thirsty bath sheet and dragging her along to the recliner beside the fireplace.

  “Well?” Curious, she let him drag her down until she impaled herself on his cock. Unusual. Their previous afternoon lovemaking had been everything but conventional yet no more erotic than now, as she felt him throbbing against the walls of her pussy. “I love surprises.”

  As if he knew it would drive her crazy, he cradled her head in both hands, settling his thumbs over each side of what used to be her hairline and rubbing in a circular motion. “They’ve cleared the highway. You’ve got two choices. I can take you back to pick up your truck and you’ll never see me again, or…”

  His words panicked her. “Or what?” she croaked, not able to draw away, yet not certain now that what they’d lived here during the storm hadn’t all been a figment of her imagination.

  “Or you can come with me to Denver and we’ll get married. Right now.”

  She didn’t need to think about it, didn’t want to even consider life without her master. “Okay, let’s get married.” She tightened her inner muscles around his cock and milked out his seed. “But shouldn’t you ask your family to come?” Keely didn’t need witnesses. Brad was all she needed to make her life complete.