by Doctor Me Up
"Thank you, Sir."
"What have you come here for?"
"To apologize, Sir."
"And?"
"I'm not sure what you mean, Sir."
"What do you want from this relationship, Elizabeth? Do you want us to be nothing more than master and sub? Play together every so often? Or do you want something more?"
She licked her lips as she closed her eyes. It's now or never.
"I want more…Sir."
"How much more?" he asked, stroking her hair with his hand.
She never heard him move and it startled her to realize he could be very quiet if he so chose. "I…"
"Be truthful. I don't like liars."
"I'm trying."
"What do you call me?"
"I'm trying, Sir," she snapped, unable to keep her temper from showing. "I'm confused."
"Confusion is a sign of something more than friendship."
"I don't think of you as a friend."
"No?"
"No, Sir. You're more to me than that."
"I'm glad." He lifted her chin with his fingers.
"You are?"
"Yes because you mean a great deal to me too," he whispered, bringing her to her feet. His lips came crashing down on hers in a bone-melting, panty-wetting kiss. The whip fell to the floor with a thump as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. Lips mashed against lips. Tongues dueled from his mouth to hers. She moaned low in her throat, pulling him to her, wanting to absorb everything about him before she had to leave. Pushing the disturbing thought from her mind, she kissed him back with everything she had.
With apparent reluctance, he pulled back and looked down into her eyes. "Strip."
"Yes, Sir," she answered enthusiastically as she stepped back and unzipped her dress, letting the fall to the floor. Standing in nothing but her bra and shoes, she wondered what he thought. Did he like her body? Now is a hell of a time to worry about my body. He's already seen the whole shebang.
"You're beautiful, Elizabeth."
"Thank you, Sir."
"I love everything about you from the rich almost alive bounce to your hair to the tips of your painted toenails. Those fuck-me heels are a major turn-on."
She bit her lips to keep from continuing to talk, knowing he wasn't a talker when they were about to play.
"You like a little pain with your pleasure I've noticed."
Her eyes widened and she fought to shake her head no. Pain didn't please her. Or at least she didn't think so, right? The spanking was bad enough. He said he still owed her swats, but anything else he could think of like the nasty looking bullwhip he'd been using before, made her shake with apprehension.
"Easy, darlin'. I won't do anything I don't think you can handle. Tonight, you aren't ready for the bullwhip but maybe soon." She sighed in relief as he chuckled. "But I do owe you spankings. I know you enjoyed the flogger."
"Yes, Sir." The flogger wasn't something she couldn't handle. She'd actually enjoyed the soft flicks of the suede ends on her flesh.
"We can play with some toys too."
"Toys, Sir?"
"Dildo, vibrator, nipple clamps…I'd love to show you what I have. It's been a while since I've had the chance to play with someone on my own turf," he replied, walking to the cabinet in the corner to open the doors. Several rows of toys lined the cabinet. Everything from dick-shaped vibrators, to handcuffs, to bejeweled nipple clamps sat in every nook and cranny of the shelves.
"These will do." He grabbed a set of nipple clamps and walked toward her. She took a hesitant step back, shaking her head. "What do you say to me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." With an arm around her waist, he dropped his head to her chest, sucking her left nipple deep into his mouth. She moaned as he sucked hard, bringing the nipple to an aching point. When he lifted his head to take in his handiwork, the aching bud cooled in the evening air of the room as he let it dry. The pincher-type contraption bit into her nipple as he tightened the device until she winced, then made the teeth clamp down just a hair tighter. After he secured the second one, he stepped back to admire his handiwork, the bastard. "Very pretty, Elizabeth."
"But…"
"Do you want to use your safe word?"
"No, Sir."
"Then be silent." He returned to the cupboard to retrieve several more implements…a vibrator, a butt plug and a smaller item that looked like a flogger, but with much shorter strings. At her curious look, he said, "A pussy whip." One more thing she noticed in his hand…a paddle about the size of an overly large ping pong paddle.
She didn't like the idea of that last item at all and released a whimper.
"Don't worry. It'll be fun."
For who?
"Across the spanking bench, Elizabeth. I owe you twenty swats."
Fuck! Twenty? She exhaled sharply and lay stomach down on the bench while he secured her limbs even though her thighs screamed in pain.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You'll count for me and thank me for the lesson when we're through." The paddle came down fairly easy on the first swat across her left butt cheek.
"One, Sir." Each subsequent swat got harder until tears rolled down her cheeks and she sobbed with each swat. "Twenty, Sir. Thank you for the lesson, you bastard," the last two words were said under her breath.
"I heard you. Do we need to start over?"
"Fuck."
"I'll let it go this time. Now, let me hold you."
"You want to cuddle after you hit me?"
"Punishment is as hard on me as it is on you, darlin'. I don't like hitting you in such a manner. There is a difference between erotic spanking and spanking for punishment. You've only had the punishment kind. Soon, I'll show you the erotic kind." He ran his hands over her hot ass, mixing the pain of the spanking with the pleasure of his touch. After he unhooked her from the bench, he wrapped her in his arms and sat down in the chair next to the wall. "I need this cuddle time too."
"This is all so strange."
"You'll learn, sweetheart. For now, let me hold you. We'll get to the fun part of the spanking bench. You did notice it's the perfect height for me to fuck you, didn't you."
"Yeah, I kind of noticed, Sir."
"I want your ass tonight, Elizabeth," he said, smoothing his hand over her hair as he tucked her into his arms, rocking her slightly.
"Only my ass, Master?" She loved the way his title rolled off her tongue. Never in her life did she ever think she'd call anyone Master, but it fit Marcus.
She'd done some research on BDSM since they begun to play together. Some of what she'd learned was scary, but other stuff intrigued her. Rope bondage called shibari looked fascinating. Wax play looked scary and so did fire-play. The bullwhip Marcus had in his hand when she'd come through the door scared the shit out of her. The thing looked like it would seriously hurt. She wasn't into pain that much or at least she didn't think she would be. She seemed to be learning things about herself every time she played with Marcus like this.
"Oh, I plan to take all of your holes soon. We'll see how much you are up to tonight and we'll go from there."
"Yes, Master."
"Better?" he asked, shifting her on his legs and chuckling when she squeaked.
"Yes, Master."
"Then back across the bench with you. My cock aches for your warm hole whichever I chose to use tonight."
Chapter Twelve
"I'm done being your pansy," the cowboy snapped as he paced the floor of the barn on Mitchell's ranch.
"You'll do as you're told or there won't be any pay."
The clipped voice on the other end of the phone pissed him off. No one told him what to do. "You're fucking with my livelihood here too, asshole. If I get caught, I won't be able to work anywhere in the cattle business."
"I don't care what you're risking. I want that ranch destroyed. Elizabeth will rue the day she turned her back on me. No one walks out on me."
"You're crazy, dude. She's just a woman."
"She's my woman. I'll kill anyone who touches her."
"You'd better get in line then. She's fucking the country vet who works here." The animalistic growl from the other end of the phone sent shivers down his back.
"I want more nitrates in the water supply. Kill every animal that moves."
"You're a real bastard, you know it?"
"Of course, I am. Why do you think I'm on top of my game?"
"Why do you have to destroy this ranch though? Not man enough to get Elizabeth without it?"
"She won't give me the time of day anymore and I'll not have it. Women come to me, I don't go to them. If she doesn't come crawling back to me, I'll destroy her entire family."
"Dude, you need to get a life. She isn't the only woman in the world." He stepped across the handle of a rake lying on the floor and moved into a stall. "I'll admit, she's got a nice rack on her, but my world wouldn't stop if she didn't give me the time of day."
"I'm not discussing my love life with you. Do as you're told and you'll get your money."
"Fine." The cowboy snapped his phone shut and grumbled under his breath as he pulled the bottle of poison from his pocket. Killing animals wasn't something he would be proud to say he'd done for money, but he needed the funds to pay off a gambling debt before the man he owed killed him. Fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money. Way more than he'd ever earn working as a lowly cowboy. He moved steadily toward the water tank. Poison in the main water supply would kill off anything living from the horses to the cattle in one swoop. It would be done…the job. The moment he finished, he'd pack his stuff so he could disappear. He couldn't afford to be caught.
A crack of thunder could be heard as he moved closer. A mid-summer storm was brewing, kicking up dust and making the animals nervous. No one seemed to be around tonight. Most of the cowboys if not all, had already headed into town for the regular pool game.
When he got closer, several of the cattle stomped their feet and shifted nervously like they knew he wasn't supposed to be there. A couple of the horses snorted when a flash of lightning exploded in the night air. "Wow. That was too close."
He moved next to the tank as he prepared to drop the whole vial of nitrates into the water when a flash of lightning lit up the night sky, hitting the lightning rod attached to the top of the tower. The cattle and horses spooked into a frenzy. He screamed and dropped the vial as one of the horses reared up, pawing at the air, kicking him in the skull with both front feet.
* * * *
Elizabeth drove into the front yard and squinted through the windshield. Rain pelted the front of her car with fat droplets in the mid-summer storm. She'd spent the night in Marcus' arms praying she would come to some conclusion about where their relationship would go from here, but awoke this morning with more questions than answers.
Cattle and horses braced themselves against the rain in a large group near the water trough. This wasn't usually something she'd notice, but a flash of red on the ground drew her attention as the animals shifted.
"Are you coming in or are you going to sit out there all day?" her father asked with a chuckle, standing on the front porch.
She didn't want to walk across the muddy yard in her heels but she hadn't brought any other shoes to wear. "Stupid, Liz. Really stupid." Her short, tight black dress would probably be ruined by the time she got to the porch, but there wasn't any way around it. She had to run for it. Once she got the door open, she jumped out, slammed the door and sprinted as fast as she could in three inch heels toward the front door.
"You didn't come home last night."
"No, I stayed at Marcus'."
"I assume you two made up?"
"Yes. I really wasn't serious about calling Ari back, Dad."
"It sounded like it to me. I'm sure to Marcus too, otherwise he wouldn't have left the way he did. Games like that will get you into trouble in a relationship, Elizabeth. I thought your mother and I taught you well enough to avoid those."
"I already apologized so forget it. Okay?" She glanced back at the pasture. "What's out there in the middle of the mud? There is something red on the ground."
"Probably a bandana one of the cowboys lost, I 'spect."
"It looks larger than a bandana, Dad. Don't you think you should check it out?"
"I will when the rain lets up some. They said this storm should move off in about an hour."
"Good. I guess I should have waited to come home. I would have saved my shoes," she said, lifting her waterlogged and muddy heel up for his inspection.
Her father laughed and hugged her. "Let's get some coffee."
"I'm going to run up to change back into some ranch like clothing. Jeans and a T-shirt?" She giggled as she pulled off her heels and pushed her wet hair back off her forehead.
"I'll make sure the coffee is hot."
They walked into the house together and she headed up the hall to change her clothes. Grabbing a dry towel out of the bathroom, she walked into her room only to find a dozen red roses sitting on her dresser. "What the…Where did these come from?" A small white card sat nestled in the buds. When she opened it, she smiled and shook her head. "When did he have time to do this?"
"They came early this morning," Caroline said from the hallway. "Pop left them in here figuring this would be the first place you'd go when you got home."
"They're beautiful."
"Marcus?"
"I assume so. The card just says 'All my love.' But why didn't he say something last night?"
"I don't know. Maybe he wanted to surprise you?"
"I guess. I'll have to call him to thank him."
"You could thank him properly by going back to his house."
"Yeah. But he has to work today."
"You can go back over there tonight then?"
"I really need to start getting my stuff together to head to Billings. I'm leaving in a few days."
"True." Caroline cocked her head and smiled. "Have you told him you love him?"
"Why is everyone convinced I'm in love with Marcus?"
"Because you are. You smile when his name is mentioned, you have the little twinkle in your eyes plus you get the dreamy look on your face."
"Maybe it's someone else."
"Yeah, right. Who else are you doing the horizontal mambo with?"
"No one."
"See. Besides, I think you two look cute together."
Elizabeth peeled off her damp dress and slipped on her bathrobe. A shower would feel heavenly before she got redressed.
"What the hell happened to your butt?"
"Marcus."
"Is the man crazy? Your ass is splotchy like he spanked you."
"He did."
"Seriously? What the fuck for?"
"I smarted off. I don't expect you to understand, Caroline."
"I want the deats, but I'm not going to push now and I can't believe you went to his house with no panties?"
"I planned on getting some, didn't I? Makes things easier."
"True. I'll have to try it next time I'm wanting to get laid." Caroline laughed as she headed down the hall, leaving Elizabeth to finish getting dressed.
Hot water sprayed out of the nozzle as she turned the handle. Steam rose inside the bathroom, obliterating her reflection in the mirror, thank goodness. She really didn't want to see how red her ass probably was after Marcus' spanking. She knew she deserved the swats, but keeping her wayward tongue under control wasn’t usually her first concern.
Dropping the robe to the floor, she stepped into the stream of water with a sigh. Damn, the heat felt good.
Images from the night before zipped across her mind. After he'd held her for several moments, he'd ordered her back across the spanking bench. A semi-large butt plug passed the muscles of her anus as Marcus slipped it in. Even the thought of the plug made her clench her muscles. Once he had the plastic in place he proceeded to fuck her senseless with the plug in her ass and his cock in her pussy. S
he'd never felt so full in her entire life. Holy hell, the sensation wasn't like anything she experienced before. Did it feel like that with two cocks? I might need to clarify the feeling and ask Emma. Would her little sister even tell her? Who knew, but it might be worth it to ask. This fascination she had with having two men needed to get out of her head. She didn't want two men, really she didn't. The thought was there. Maybe Marcus would…nah. Well maybe just once?
She quickly finished her shower and redressed in comfortable work clothes. Coffee and breakfast would be good. She hadn't eaten before she left Marcus'.
"Thanks for putting the flowers in my room, Dad."
"You're welcome, honey. Here's your coffee," her father said, sitting a cup down in front of her. "Who are they from?"
"Marcus, I guess. Although I don't know when he would have ordered them unless it was before I went over there to apologize."
"There wasn't a card?"
"Yes, but there wasn't a signature on it."
"Well, I'm sure you'll thank Marcus properly when you see him again."
"Of course, she will, Dad." Caroline laughed and Elizabeth smiled behind her cup.
"Did you go outside to find out what's in the pasture?"
"The rain is slowing down so I figured the moment the downpour stops, I'll go out there. It isn't very far of a walk anyway. It's right by the water trough."
"Maybe whatever is out there will give us a clue to who's messing with the water supply."
Her father shook his head. "Surely it won't be such an easy fix. Besides, we still don't know if someone is or it's a natural cause."
"You never know, Dad." She paused and took a sip of her coffee. "Do you really think it's natural? Marcus said the nitrate level is well beyond what would normally occur even with fecal contamination."
"True, but I don't want to be pointing fingers until we know something more concrete."
"All right, but we need to put guards up or something."
"Elizabeth, we can't guard this large of a ranch. The manpower involved would be astronomical."
"But if something happens to the rest of the herd, it would kill this place, Dad. You can't afford that either."
"I know, sweetheart. I wish I knew the answer to this whole thing," he replied, scratching the five o'clock shadow of whiskers forming on his chin.