Brand (The Donovan Dynasty)

by Sierra Cartwright

  Jeffrey had been expected to marry well, to a woman who was a strategic match. And to her credit, Angela had loved Jeffrey, remained faithful while he’d gone to college and learned everything he could about the family’s varied interests.

  But he’d met Stormy.

  Stormy was every bit a ranch woman. She loved the land as much as Jeffrey did, maybe more. It was easy for Cade to see why his father had fallen for her. But it wasn’t as easy for him to understand why she’d refused to marry him when Jeffrey had proposed.

  Cade didn’t doubt that his birth had contributed to his father’s recklessness. In all, it was a fucked-up mess.

  “I’d love to hear more about it,” Sofia said. “You know, the family dynamics.”

  “Leave it.”

  She didn’t seem overly concerned by his reaction. Instead, she reached for the wine bottle and poured them each a glass.

  He took a sip, waited for his irritation to pass. It wasn’t her fault, he knew. It was his. Like it had been his whole life.

  “This is good,” she said after taking her first drink. She turned the bottle to face her so she could read the label. “This is a Texas wine?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Something you own?”

  “A very small interest in it,” he said.

  “We need to serve this at the event.”

  He nodded. “Excellent idea.”

  “Do you have contact information? I may need to find a distributor, depending on how many bottles we need.”

  “Remind me if I forget.”

  “Oh, I will.”

  “Speaking of forgetting?”

  She regarded him over the rim of the glass, her hazel eyes wide.

  “Show me,” he said.

  “Show you?” Her voice was strained, with embarrassment, maybe fear?

  Impatient, tired of waiting, wanting her, he put his glass on the counter. “Bend over, lift your skirt.”

  “Uhm…”

  He plucked the glass from her hand then twirled one of his fingers. “Turn around.”

  Without a word, she turned. Then she caught the hem of her skirt with both hands and drew it up her thighs.

  Black lace panties covered her derriere.

  After putting her glass next to his, he pulled down her underwear.

  The plug was there, its tiny amber jewels reflecting the overhead light. “Beautiful.” Only at that moment did he admit to himself how much it had mattered. “Thank you.” He stripped off her briefs and stuffed the tantalizing undies in his pocket.

  Then he helped her to stand and turned her to face him.

  He kissed her in appreciation for the gift she’d given him.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

  “I want to take you to the loft. Manny and his crew installed a couple of window air conditioner units, so the barn should be comfortable enough.”

  “Yes,” she agreed with a slightly breathless note in her voice.

  “Do you need anything?”

  “I’d like to freshen up.”

  He’d caught a faint whiff of her arousal and his baser instincts were already urging him to claim her. He preferred dirty, raunchy sex. Instead of telling her that, he carried her bag upstairs to his bedroom and she used the master bath.

  “You sure you don’t need food, something else to drink?” he asked when she rejoined him.

  “Just you.”

  His nostrils flared. It was all he could do not to pick her up, toss her on the bed and sink his dick into her.

  She left the room ahead of him, showing more restraint than he was capable of at this moment.

  Loopy scampered after them when they went out back and she jumped up into the ATV.

  “She’s so smart,” Sofia said.

  “I think it’s more that she’s eternally hopeful.”

  After they were all seated, he took off.

  Though she was holding on to the bar in front, Sofia looked back so that she could watch Loopy. “I may never get tired of this,” she said.

  After the quick start, he backed off the accelerator.

  At the barn, Loopy jumped out then vigorously wiggled her whole body as she waited for him to open the door.

  Once they were all inside the barn, he closed the doors behind them and told Loopy to wait at the bottom of the stairs. As she had the previous time, she reluctantly lowered herself and put her head on her outstretched paws.

  “How’s the temperature?” he asked Sofia once they were in the loft.

  “Cooler than I expected.”

  He didn’t anticipate that any of his men would come looking for him, but he’d left the tarp in place regardless. “Please stand in the circle.”

  She exhaled, and he realized it was to steady her nerves rather than a silent protest.

  He’d been up here earlier to prepare for her arrival with condoms, sanitary wipes, sections of hemp, bottles of water.

  He took a seat in the Dungeon Master’s chair and looked at her.

  The longer he went without saying anything, the more uncomfortable she seemed. She shifted, curling and uncurling her hands at her sides.

  “Think about how much I’m enjoying this. My pleasure.”

  She met his eyes and nodded.

  “Take off your boots.”

  He was gratified she’d worn a tight-fitting skirt. Otherwise it might have ridden up as she bent over.

  She kicked the boots to the side.

  There was something unbelievably sexy about a barefooted sub. He liked looking at a woman in heels, but barefoot was even better. “Now the shirt.”

  She pulled it up and off then let it drift down on top of the discarded boots.

  Her bra matched her panties, he realized. Black, ultra lacy, a little low-cut. He ached to touch her, but delay was its own reward. “Now the bra.”

  She reached back and slowly unhooked it. She held a strap from her finger for just a moment before moving her hand and allowing the fabric to flutter to the floor.

  Her dusky brown nipples were already hardened, arousing him even more. “Skirt,” he said.

  He loved watching her movements as she worked the clingy fabric down her body. “Beautiful.”

  When she was fully naked, he pressed his palms together and regarded her. “Now turn, bend and part your buttocks so I can see my plug in you.”

  He noticed that her hands shook a little. But she did exactly as he’d asked.

  “That thing is going to feel intense for both of us once I put my dick in you.”

  She sucked in a breath and remained in place even when he knew her muscles had to be feeling the strain.

  “Now my table,” he said. “Climb up. I want you on your back.”

  He’d remained in place while she walked over to it and sat on the edge.

  “I’m not exactly sure…”

  “Lie back. I’ll direct you.”

  She looked at him, as if seeking reassurance.

  “You’re perfect.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  He’d never had a sub ask that of him before and the statement startled him a bit.

  “The connection,” she said.

  Immediately he stood and went to her, plunging his hands into her hair, bringing her head against him.

  She sighed deeply as she wrapped her arms around him.

  “Better?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He held her until her breathing evened out. Then, simply because he wanted to, he kept her in his arms a bit longer. “Remember to say yellow,” he told her as he eased away.

  She put her hand on his forearm. “I didn’t know I was at yellow until I was at yellow. I know that sounds weird.”

  “Not at all.” He stepped away. “Are you good to continue?”

  “Yes.”

  Once she was on her back, he shackled her wrists to the sides. Then he attached the stirrups to the table.

  “Now you’re scaring me.”

>   “Yellow?” He touched her thigh in a reassuring grip.

  “No. It’s just… I have no idea what to expect.”

  “That I’m going to leave you so satiated that you won’t remember your name.”

  “That’s a pretty bold statement,” she said.

  He parted her legs and tucked the heel of each of her feet into the stirrups. Then he used cuffs to hold her in place. “Brace your weight on your heels.” Once she had, he slid a portion of the table back.

  She gasped.

  Her bottom was unsupported and her pussy was exposed, meaning she was at his mercy. “You okay?”

  “It’s… Yes.”

  “Tell me,” he encouraged.

  “Strange. But…”

  He waited.

  “I like it.”

  “Tell me how this was,” he said, tapping the plug. “And yes, you have to answer.”

  She struggled to lift her head so she could look at him. “At first, awful. I started practicing Friday night when I got home. I actually had to stop at the drug store for lube. I didn’t get it in, and I got frustrated. I almost called you to tell you what I thought of you.”

  He struggled to suppress his amusement. He kind of wished she had.

  “I decided to try again as I was masturbating on Sunday.”

  “You played with yourself?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “I didn’t mean to tell you that.”

  “I’ll have to watch sometime.”

  “How did I know you were going to say that?”

  “Go on,” he prompted, gently trailing his finger down her belly, then lower, between her legs.

  “Cade!”

  “Keep talking.”

  She squirmed, but her bonds prevented her escape.

  “Anyway,” she went on, “I was able to get it in. I wore it for a while, but yesterday, I skipped it because my ass burned.”

  He grinned. “And today?”

  “I put it in at lunchtime at the San Antonio office. I’m about ready for it to come out.”

  Which meant he needed to change up the scene he’d planned and fuck her first so that he could remove it from her. That suited him fine. He’d last longer, have more patience later.

  He trailed his fingertip over her clit, teasing her, reveling in the way she struggled and strained, trying to force her pretty pussy against him more. “How are your nipples?”

  She shook her head.

  “I think they’d look more beautiful with clamps on them.”

  He left her for a moment and she gave a very impatient, unladylike grunt.

  “I don’t think I like parts of this,” she protested.

  “No. I don’t expect that you do.” He grinned. “Breathe.”

  She closed her eyes.

  “Concentrate on pleasing me.”

  He returned with a pair of lightweight clamps. He took his time playing with her nipples, sucking on them, plumping her breasts then pinching them.

  He placed the teeth of each metal alligator near the more sensitive tips.

  She sucked in a sharp breath. “They’re evil,” she protested.

  “And they look sexy.” He stroked her clit. “Can you endure them for a few minutes?”

  She tossed her head to one side, as distracted as he’d hoped.

  “Sofia?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  He licked her pussy.

  “Oh my God.”

  “How do the clamps feel now?”

  “Amazing.”

  He licked, sucked, used his fingers in her, on her, to bring her to orgasm.

  She screamed and he captured the sound with his mouth, but not before Loopy dashed up the stairs.

  “Tell her you’re okay,” he suggested.

  Her breaths were ragged and she had to clear her throat before reassuring the dog.

  He raised a finger and Loopy lowered herself to the floor. “I’ll have to leave her in the house next time,” he said.

  “I don’t think she’ll like that, either.”

  “Then it’s a ball gag for you.”

  “I was afraid of that.”

  “You are so beautiful…submissive,” he approved. Her responses were much more than he’d imagined.

  He plucked off Sofia’s clamps in turn and sucked her until the blood returned and she stopped arching her back off the table.

  She looked so exquisite with her tortured nipples and wet pussy that he had to have her.

  He toed off his boots then stripped from the waist down before releasing her right wrist. “Get me hard,” he instructed.

  She turned her head to the side and her eyes widened. “Yum.”

  That was a reaction he hadn’t expected, and one he liked very, very much.

  With obedience, she curled her hand around his semi-hard cock and stroked him. “Harder,” he instructed.

  She continued to move with agonizing slowness.

  “How’s that?” she asked.

  He tipped back his head.

  “I’ll take that as approval,” she said.

  As he got harder, she stroked a little faster.

  “I like doing this.”

  After another couple dozen strokes, he knew he had to stop her before he spilled all over the floor. “That’s enough.”

  “Put it in me?”

  “Demanding sub.”

  “I can see why you like to look, to watch. Will you take off your shirt?”

  It was an interesting switch to be the subject of adoration. He’d never had a woman drink him in with such appreciation. “Are you objectifying me, Ms. McBride?”

  “It would seem so,” she replied unapologetically.

  He pulled up on his shirt, opening each button in turn.

  “All men’s shirts should be made that way,” she said.

  He shucked it then pulled off his T-shirt.

  “Can we have a rule that you have to be naked if I am?”

  “Nice try.” He captured her wrist and re-secured it in place.

  “Now are you going to fuck me?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a request, a question, or a demand?”

  “I…”

  “Rephrase it,” he suggested. “As a request.”

  “Will you please fuck me, Cade?” Her voice was slower, more seductive—impossible to deny.

  He fished a condom from his jeans’ pocket, tore open the packet then moved between her legs. Cade took the time to tease her back to arousal before tucking his hands beneath her to give her some support while he slid into her.

  She moaned when he entered her. “Too much”—she shook her head—“you… The plug.”

  “You can.”

  “Cade!” She clenched her hands.

  He pulled out before easing back in.

  She dug her heels against the stirrups. “Never, never,” she protested.

  “We can do this.”

  “There’s no we.”

  “You,” he agreed. “You can do this.” He parted her buttocks to give him a little more room. “Better?”

  “You’re too fucking big.”

  He continued on, going deeper with each stroke. “Relax.” He adjusted his position so he could torment her clit with gentle touches. “Give me a second.”

  “Cade!”

  He slid the table’s section back into place then crossed to the bench he’d brought up today. He picked up a small suction-type vibrator shaped like a petal.

  “What…?” She frowned.

  He squeezed the thing open and placed it on her clit. Once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t slip off, he turned it on, watching her eyes widen as its two tiny jellied tongues licked her.

  “Damn, Cade! There’s no way I can take this,” she insisted. “I can’t.”

  “No?” He stroked himself to hardness then finger-fucked her until she arched and cried out.

  Cade entered her a bit at a time. “How are you doing?”

  She made a sound that was incomprehensible.


  “Sofia?”

  “Good.” Her body jerked.

  The position was sensational. She was spread open for him. The plug up her ass made her cunt impossibly tight, and the shivers from the vibrator rippled through both of them.

  She began to move with him, whimpering, chanting his name. Cade had never been this connected to a woman. It wasn’t just physically, it was more, something he couldn’t identify. He wanted to protect her, brand her as his.

  “I’m going to…”

  He squeezed her ass cheeks hard. “Come.”

  She yanked against her bonds, strained to drag her thighs together. Then as the orgasm claimed her, her muscles clenched around him. He gritted his teeth, making sure she reached release before he sought his.

  The motions, her convulsions, the vibrator and the plug shoved him into erotic overload. Momentarily, he felt as if he were in freefall with no parachute.

  Then, suddenly, the orgasm urged him on. He grunted. Holding her tighter, needing the connection as much as she did, he spilled deep inside her.

  For long moments, he stood there, his body rigid with tension.

  Then his limbs went numb.

  He drew a breath to regain control. “Hey,” he said to her. Realizing the vibrator was still in place, he quickly turned it off then used a finger to ease its grip on her.

  “Until right now, I wasn’t sure what the definition of shattered was.”

  That went for him, as well.

  He slid the table section back into place. “You may have bruises from the way I gripped your ass,” he apologized.

  “I’ll wear them proudly.”

  Another impressive response, one he hadn’t been expecting.

  After discarding the condom and placing the vibrator on the bench, he returned to her. “Would you like me to remove the plug?”

  “No.” A look of horror settled between her eyebrows. “Do you mind if I take it out in the shower?”

  “That’s fine.” He unfastened her ankles before moving on to her wrists.

  He scooped her from the table and carried her to his chair. He sat and cocked a knee so that she rolled slightly toward him.

  She shifted a bit. To avoid sitting on the plug, he realized.

  “You make me do things I don’t think I can,” she said. “Your cock is somewhat intimidating all by itself, but when you make the fit even tighter…”

  He trailed his fingers up and down her spine.