by Doctor Me Up
"You will not have to worry about anything. I'll do what I want with your body. You'll have no choice but to allow me to. While we are playing, you'll not speak unless I ask you a direct question." He released her face. "You may unzip my jeans and lower them to free my cock."
With his direction clear, she lowered the zipper and pulled the jeans down around his knees. He wore no underwear. The musky scent of his cock called to her. She moved to take him into her mouth.
"Did I say suck my cock?"
"No, Sir." Damn!
"Grasp my cock in your hand, but don't do anything else."
When she did what he told her, she earned herself a groan and the tightening of his fingers in her hair.
"Cup my balls with your other hand. Roll them in your palm."
She massaged the egg-shaped sac she now held.
"Yes. Perfect."
She continued to lick and swirl her tongue around his shaft.
"Take just the head into your mouth. I want to feel you suck it." The moment she surrounded the head of his cock with her mouth, the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum exploded on her tongue. "Swirl your tongue in the slit. Oh, fuck yes."
The dirty words coming from his mouth almost made her giggle. He was so different when they played than his steadfast persona of country veterinarian.
A low whine escaped his mouth and she knew she pleased him as his hips pumped toward her face.
"Take all of me into your mouth. I want to feel the back of your throat."
Breathing through her nose, she inhaled and took the length of him. She gagged slightly, but worked through it by tipping her head back to open her jaws for his penetration. Would she ever get over that? She wasn't sure, but for Marcus she was willing to try.
"Okay, stop now. I don't want to come in your mouth," he said, lifting her by her arms. "On the bed on your stomach."
Now what the hell was he planning?
"I'll do what I want, Elizabeth. Remember that." She lie spread out on the bed with her legs and butt over the side. "You'll now get your swats."
He reached around, unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them along with her underwear down to mid-thigh. The burn of his palm on her ass cheek startled her and she yelped.
"You'll count for me."
"One, Sir." The count continued until tears burned her cheeks. She sobbed openly.
"I don't like punishing you, Elizabeth. There is a difference between erotic spanking and punishment. This was the later. Sometime we'll try the other." He grabbed some balm and spread it over her flaming cheeks.
She didn't think she liked being spanked anymore and she sure didn't want to find out the difference when her ass stung like a thousand bees had attacked her.
"Up we go," he said lifting her and placing her onto his bare thighs. She squeaked as her tender butt hit his legs.
The gentle feel of his fingers brushing the tears off her cheeks tugged at her heart. She didn't want to care about this man, but he'd torn down the walls around her heart like a construction worker with a jackhammer. Now her insides lay bare and open for him to do with as he wished.
* * * *
Did she know how a tear-stained face could pull at the heart of a Dom? Was she manipulating him like the other women he known? He didn't think so. Elizabeth had an open and honest face. She had the need to please that went deep into the soul of a natural submissive even if she also had the personality of a highly intelligent and decisive woman who knew her mind.
"All better now."
"May I speak, Sir?"
"You have a question, Elizabeth?"
"Yes, Sir. Even though I didn't like the punishment of the hard spanking, I don't see how something so painful can be erotic?"
"Remember the flogger?"
"Yes, Sir."
"It stung when I used it on you, but after awhile, the pain turned into a pleasure so strong you couldn't help but float with the feelings. An erotic spanking does very much the same thing."
"I don't think I want to find out."
"You don't have a choice in the matter, sweetheart, but we won't be trying it tonight. Your bottom will be very sore for a day or two." He lifted her off his legs and lay down spread out on the coverlet. "Ride me, Elizabeth. I want your pussy wrapped around me."
She crawled up to straddle his hips and lowered her pussy down onto his shaft. The length of him slid into her quivering depths in a slow glide. God, It feels good.
"Fuck me like you love me." Where the hell did that come from?
"I do Marcus. God, help me I do."
Oh, hell.This isn't good. She's not supposed to fall in love with me. "Elizabeth?"
"Forget I said that. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I love being with you. Nothing more."
"All right."
After a moment, she rocked her hips, rubbing her clit across his pelvic bone. He reached down between them to thumb the hardening little nub, earning a low moan from her lips. Her hands did a little danced over his nipples, pulling a groan from his lips. "I love when you play with my nipples. They are sensitive like yours. You can suck them." She leaned down and ran her tongue over his left one. His cock pulsed inside her. "Bite them." Her teeth nipped at one and then the other. "God, you're so sexy."
When she sat back up, he palmed her breasts and pulled down so he could suck on hers. He loved her breasts. A good handful was the best size for him. She continued to ride him in shallow strokes as he sucked first one, then the other. He released her breasts to grasp her butt cheeks in his hands, earning a squeak when he lightly smacked her sore butt.
"Mmm."
"Like some pain with your pleasure, do you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Lean back and brace your hands on my thighs."
With her hands back, her whole pussy and clit were open to his touch. A sharp slap of his fingers against her engorged clit would bring her the pain he felt she craved even if she wasn't aware of it. Two quick whacks ramped her up to a quivering mass of energy surrounding his aching cock. Her pussy fluttered around him, squeezing to almost painful proportions.
"Your pussy is grasping me so hard, it feels like you're going to snap me in two."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"Don't be. I love it. Clamp down on me again."
He groaned when she squeezed her muscles around him so tight he thought the top would blow off his cock. With his feet under him, he met her downward thrusts, bringing her to the brink, her body was coated with a fine sheen of sweat as she tried desperately to hold back her orgasm. He reached for her clit, rubbing one side like he realized she liked it best. "Come for me, Elizabeth." Her hair brushed his thighs when she threw back her head to scream out with her orgasm. Her pussy milked him to the point his own orgasm washed over him like the backward flow of water during a tsunami without any regard to the destruction the water would cause. The drowning sensation clouded his mind and heart while he tried to keep her from becoming such a part of him, he couldn't function without her near. Falling in love wouldn't do. He couldn't get involved with her on the level of love. It just wouldn't work. Seeing each other for a weekend romp was one thing. But relationships where two people didn't see each other for long periods of time were doomed. He knew this from experience.
Chapter Ten
"I have to go home, Marcus. Dad has work for me to do at the ranch," Elizabeth said, stroking the hair on his chest between her fingers.
"You can stay until tomorrow can't you?"
"No. I really can't. I'm sure Dad is already planning a wedding between us with how much time we've spent together the last couple of days."
"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" They both laughed but it sounded hollow even to him.
She sighed and sat up to pull on her clothes. "We can get together again before I leave, right?"
"Sure. I think my schedule will be free although I can't say for sure. Sick animals are sick animals."
"I know. Your practice comes first. I hope Dad can figure out wha
t's killing his cattle soon. He can't afford to lose anymore."
"He really should send a tissue sample from one of them to a lab if he can. Something doesn't smell right with this whole thing."
"How about coming out to the house for dinner one night?"
"I would love to."
"Good. What about tomorrow evening?"
"You've got a date, darlin'."
She shivered and he smiled. "I love when you call me that. It's such a cowboy thing. Did I ever tell you I'm not into cowboys?"
He laughed and pulled her back down next to him. "No. Why don't you tell me why you don't like us cowpokes."
"It's not you. You aren't a hardcore cowboy, but I've usually been attracted to men in business suits."
"Ah. This is why the tuxedo thing turned you on."
"Well, yes and no. I'm attracted to the man in the tuxedo, which you'll need to put on sometime so I can take it off you." She leaned in to kiss him.
So, my little minx is forceful at times too.
"I've realized the men in business suits are a cover for what I really want."
"Oh?"
"Yes, a man who takes control but still allows me to be me."
"Ah."
"You're that man, Marcus."
"Don't get tied up with me, Elizabeth. What you're feeling is gratefulness to a Dom who introduced you what the lifestyle means to a submissive. Nothing more."
"No, it's more. I want you in my life, but we can't really have this conversation now. I need to get moving."
"Think about this before you say something or do something you'll regret later. What if you meet someone in Billings?"
"I know what I want. I want you." She jumped to her feet to finish dressing. "I'm not talking about love, Marcus, just getting to know you better when we can get together," she said, snapping her blouse while he watched from the bed. "We can see where things go from here. I'm tired of waiting for what I need. You give me what I desire. I think there could be something more between us, but I don't want to push you. If you don't feel the same, say so now."
"I like you a lot, Elizabeth. You're beautiful, smart, funny, sexy-as-hell and you do for me what many women haven't been able to. You let me be me. You're open to what I can teach you in your sexuality. I think it's gorgeous. We can continue to explore this D/s relatoinship until we're both satisfied, but I don't want you to think there will be anything beyond that."
She looked up and smiled, her eyes twinkling in the light of the room. "Good. We're on the same page then. If I don't see you before, I'll see you at Dad's tomorrow evening for dinner."
"You bet!" Her eyes wandered over his body as he stood from the side of the bed.
"Such temptation."
"For you, but you must go, remember?"
"I know, but I want to touch."
"No touching. Off you go," he said swatting her on the jean-clad butt.
"Spoiled-sport."
"You've earned ten swats for your smart remark, young lady."
"Damn it!"
"Shall I make it fifteen?"
"No, Sir. My lips are sealed, Sir."
She snapped off a smart salute and disappeared quickly around the corner of his room before he could swat her behind again. Her mouth would get her into trouble, but he wasn't quite sure if she was looking for ways to get spanked.
* * * *
Hot, tired and thirsty, Elizabeth dismounted from her horse with a groan. She hadn't sat on a horse for hours on end in years. Her poor thighs were screaming at her for the tortured they'd endured today. Poor Marcus. I won't be able to spread my legs for him. She giggled at the thought.
"What are you laughing about?" her father asked with a grin. "You look like you're walking bowlegged and you're laughing about it?"
"I think it's funny, Dad. I'm so sore I can hardly walk."
They shared their laughter as he helped her walk to the porch and slide into the rocker. "I'll get the horses put away. You rest cowgirl."
"Thanks, Dad."
Marcus' truck rumbled up the driveway right on time and she rolled her eyes. She hadn't even had a chance to shower yet. The smell of sweat, horses and dirt permeated every part of her body. Lord, would she be attractive to him right now.
"Hey, darlin'," he said, leaning over to give her a kiss. "Been out all day?"
"Yes, and I hate to burst your bubble, but there won't be any sex tonight. I can't spread my legs."
"Oh, poor baby. How about if I rub some great liniment I have at my place into those sore muscles?"
He rubbed his palm on her thigh and she groaned in pain. "I don't think I can move from this chair to even shower. I smell awful."
"You smell like hard work, woman. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, I happen to think sweat, animals and dirt is sexy."
She laughed. "You would."
"I can help you shower," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
"I'm sure you'd love to do it too."
"You bet!"
"Hey Marcus. I didn't realize you were coming over," her father said, stepping up onto the porch.
"Elizabeth didn't tell you she invited me to dinner?"
"Oops."
"No problem. We can set another plate."
The spray of gravel announced the arrival of Cade and Natalie.
"We've got a houseful tonight."
"Are you sure it's not problem?" Marcus asked.
"Not at all. We always have tons of leftovers anyway," she replied, waving to Natalie coming up the stairs behind him.
"Marcus. It's nice to see you. We've missed you coming over for dinner," Natalie said, giving him a hug.
"Elizabeth has been keeping me busy when I'm not at the office."
"Has she now? Interesting."
"Shut up, Nat," Elizabeth snapped. "Don't butt in."
"I'm not! Geez."
"Heya brother. How are things with you? I haven't seen you since I've been home and it's almost time for me to leave."
"You've been busy, sister-dear and you haven't been over for dinner either."
"Yeah, well I've been working the cattle with Dad and entertaining Marcus."
"So I hear." Cade's gaze shifted between her and Marcus before stopping on their father. "So what's this I hear there were toxic levels of nitrates in the water sample?"
"Yes. I wish I knew how they got there."
"I asked Elizabeth if you had any enemies who might want to poison your herd, but she said no," Marcus said. "Can you think of anyone?"
"Not me," Mitchell replied.
"What if they were out to hurt someone close to you through you?"
"I'm not sure I know what are you getting at, Natalie."
"What if they weren't after you at all, Dad, but someone close to you like Cade, Elizabeth, Caroline or one of the other girls?"
"If they were after Cade, wouldn't they just hurt you at your house?" Elizabeth asked.
"Probably so we can rule out Cade. You made an enemy in Ari, Elizabeth, when you made a fool of him at the airport, true?"
"Possibly, but I don't think he would go to these lengths to get back at me. Besides, he's not around here. Trust me, he would stick out like a sore thumb."
"Maybe he's using someone on the ranch?"
"This is all pretty farfetched, don't you think?" Marcus said, adding his opinion.
"Without someone physically poisoning the water supply, I can't see how the nitrates would get in there."
"I'll have to think about this. Surely there is another explanation," Mitchell said, moving toward the door as they heard the housekeeper say dinner was ready.
Dinner turned into a laughing, telling stories affair for all. She and Cade tried out doing each other with tales of their childhood, telling stories of things they got into trouble for. Marcus and Natalie smiled through the teasing.
"But remember the night you snuck out the window after the parental unit had fallen asleep to go to Jenny Bain's party?" Elizabeth asked.
"You weren't
supposed to tell."
"Come on, Cade. How old are you now? I don't think Dad is going to punish you now for it although Natalie might."
"I might at that. Jenny Bain still tries to come onto him every chance she gets when we go to town. She doesn't care if I'm standing right there either."
"Jealous, baby?" Cade asked, wrapping his arm around his wife.
"Nope. I've got your ring on my finger and your babies in our home. I've got you by the balls mister. Funny thing is? You don't want to get away."
Cade burst out laughing. "No way. I love you, wife."
"I love you too Cade. My big, handsome husband."
"Oh my God!Mushy, mushy." Elizabeth giggled, sitting back in her chair.
"Oh like you're one to talk there little sister. I saw you two at Jack's the other day. You didn't even notice me. All the finger licking going on."
"What?" Embarrassment flushed her cheeks red with heat.
"I like the way her fingers taste," Marcus said, pulling her hand closer and taking one of her fingers in his mouth.
A low hiss escaped her lips as she clenched her thighs together only to be reminded of her all day trip on horseback when her legs screamed in agony. "Oh shit."
"What?"
"My legs."
"I'll rub them and make them feel better. I did promise."
"All right you two. Knock it off," Cade said.
She groaned as she stood. "I need to run up to take a shower before I fall asleep at the table. I'll see you all in a bit."
"Sure, darlin'. Take your time." Marcus winked.
* * * *
"Are you serious about Elizabeth, Marcus?" Natalie asked the moment the bathroom door closed down the hall.
"What do you mean by serious?"
"I mean like seeing her more serious? She is leaving in a couple of weeks."
"I know this, Nat. We've discussed it, but what is between us is just that, between us."
"Spill buddy."
"Nope."
"Do you love her?"
"I can't say one way or another, Nat, but I care about her and I like the way things are going between us. Can we talk about something else, please? This isn't open for discussion."