Letting go of the counter, she grasped his head, trusting him to hold her where he wanted her. When he sucked her clit into his mouth she wiggled then moaned. “Oh, oh, yes, don’t stop, don—”
Her cry of disappointment echoed in the small room when he lifted his mouth from her, then used his hands to hold her legs farther apart, giving her the sensation of being helpless and at his command. Her every movement controlled by him.
“Another rule…no talking without permission, angel.” He lowered his head and licked her from the bottom of her slit to her clit, circling the swollen aching nub with his tongue before looking at her again. “Tell me the first two rules.”
Panting, trying to get her melting brain to function, Jenna looked at him. Think, she told herself. “Uh, call you sir when being punished, and no talking without permission.” Seeing his frown, she quickly added, “Sir.”
A pleased smile appeared on his face. “Good, angel.”
Relieved and happy she had pleased him, she wiggled, trying to draw his attention back to her needy clit.
“Look at this poor little clit. It’s all swollen and red.” He poked at it with his finger then grinned when she moaned and wiggled. “Want to come, angel?”
“Yes, oh, yes, Sir.”
He stood up and unbuckled his belt then flicked the buttons on his jeans open. Shoving them down, he took a condom from a drawer, tore it open, and then handed it to her. Eagerly, she sat up and stroked his thick cock before swiping the drop of pre-cum from the head and licking it from her fingertip. Smiling when she heard his groan of arousal, she rolled the condom onto him then slid back down and opened her legs, sending him a clear invitation.
“Such a good little sub.” He smiled as he moved into position.
When he stroked his cock over her pussy, coating himself in her juices, she lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist. Leaning to the right, she stared at the image the two of them made in the mirror. Just the contrast of her paler bare legs wrapped around his bronze body ramped up her heart rate. Dropping her view to his ass, she gasped when the muscles flexed and he thrust into her. She couldn’t control the little wiggle of her hips as she watched and felt him slide deeper into her. The stroke forced a throaty moan of surprise from her.
“You like watching, angel?”
Incapable of words at that moment, she kept her eyes on the reflection in the mirror and nodded. She was catching on to the sequence…butt muscles relax…pull out…butt muscles flex…hard thrust in. Her eyes widened when his ass gave a little swiveling, thrusting motion and his cock spiraled into her, stroking over and stretching the walls of her pussy. As he pulled out, the head of his cock pressed into her G-spot, and he gave it a series of little bumps before sliding away.
“Oh, oh, Jackson…” Her voice trailed away as her body tightened then shivered then went boneless and every molecule in her body focused on that one spot.
“You like having your G-spot stroked, angel?” He chuckled, not expecting an answer from her as he thrust back into her, pulled back, and repeated the little bumping strokes. Hearing her panting breaths and feeling the rippling of her pussy around his cock, Jackson adjusted his position until each stroke of his cock slid over her clit as he buried himself in her.
“Angel, do you play poker?”
“What?” Panting, on the verge of a wonderful orgasm, at first she didn’t understand the question then wondered why he would be asking that now.
“Poker. Don’t ever play poker. Everything you think or feel is written on your face.”
Shaking her head, she tightened her legs around him and wiggled, encouraging him to move again.
“Don’t come.” He thrust a couple more times before removing her legs from his waist and pulling out or her. Stepping back, he removed the condom then pulled her from the counter. “On your knees.”
Yum, Jenna thought as she dropped to her knees. Eagerly, she surrounded his cock with her hands then licked the head, humming with pleasure at his taste. Looking up, she met his eyes as she slid her lips over him, her tongue lashing back and forth over and around the head.
“Angel, you’re a natural,” he told her as he shoved forward, letting her know without words to take more of him into her mouth.
If you only knew, she thought to herself, remembering the hours she had practiced giving oral on a large dildo she had purchased after their encounter at the river. Slowly, she took more of him until he was against the back of her throat. Humming, knowing the vibration would increase his pleasure, she swallowed, the muscles of her throat squeezing him, before she pulled back, making sure her lips slid over each ridge on his cock. Hearing his moan, she licked the head of his cock then repeated the deep slide and swallow, setting up a rhythm guaranteed to please.
When he slid his hands into her hair and tightened his grip, she moaned with the pleasure of being controlled as he began fucking her mouth. Relaxing her throat and knowing she was pleasing him ratcheted up her own arousal. She felt the slide of cream on the inside of her thighs as she squeezed them together. Moaning, humming with pleasure, she knew that she could give herself the much needed orgasm with just a few more pulses of the muscles of her pussy and thighs. Wanting Jackson to come with her, she slid her hands between his legs and cupped his balls, gently rolling them in her hands.
Just as she thought they would both come together, she felt his booted foot slide between her knees and push them apart. She whined with disappointment.
“No coming without permission, angel,” he reminded her as his hands tightened in her hair, pulling it as his thrusts increased.
When he bumped the back of her throat, she swallowed on the head, squeezing it, increasing his pleasure until she felt him shudder against her and his balls drew up, hard, against his body.
“Oh, hell yes, angel. Swallow, now.” He grunted as he shuddered and his hot cum filled her mouth.
Swallowing, she flicked her tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling another little spurt on her tongue. Humming with pleasure, she continued to suck on him as she slid her lips gently over his length then released him with a little kiss on the tip. Smiling, she looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her as he lifted her to her feet. Now, she thought, it’s my turn. Eagerly, she slid her arms around him, pressing her breasts against the soft material of his shirt and rubbing her aching nipples back and forth.
Jackson hugged her for a moment then set her away from him. He wrapped the sheet around her again and tucked the end in above her breasts. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed against the thin material. “How do you like your new punishment, angel?”
“What?”
Frowning at her, he asked her, “Do we have to go over the rules again?”
Shaking her head, she told him, “Sir. But what about me?”
“What about you, angel?” He buckled his belt. “You said you were still sore from last night, so I’m withholding your orgasm. And I’m going to continue to withhold it until you remember the rules.” Grinning at her, he added, “Besides, you like having your ass played with too much. Using my hand or leather on you is only rewarding your bad behavior.” Before she could scream with frustration, he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom.
“Think before you say whatever’s on your mind right now, angel. There’s a new set of butt plugs in the bathroom. I wouldn’t mind taking the time to insert one into your sweet little ass.”
Jenna clenched her teeth to stop herself from screaming curses at him. Damn him. She was hot and bothered and she wanted to come, right now! She hated that he knew it, too. Squirming, feeling her wet thighs sliding over each other, she decided it wasn’t the first time a man had left her unsatisfied and she’d had to take things into her own hands. Or rather fingers. Deciding as soon as he put her down and went back to his precious horse, she would give herself some much needed relief, she hid her grin from Jackson.
The stable was silent other than the sounds of hooves stamping on ha
y-covered floors and an occasional whinny. Glancing around, she didn’t see any of the ranch hands who had been swarming all over the place earlier while taking little peeks at her. Letting herself relax against him, she slid her hand over his neck, brushing her finger up and down the sensitive spot below his ear. She loved the feel of his skin beneath her fingers and the scent of his body. Pressing her nose against his neck, she breathed him in and shivered.
“What are you doing?”
“Smelling you,” she murmured, her lips against his neck. Without even thinking about it, she was caressing his neck and the curve of his shoulder with her fingers while she kissed and nibbled on the other side of his neck. “Mmm, you smell so good, Jackson.” She licked his neck. “You taste good, too.” Turning into his arms, trusting him to hold onto her, she rubbed her breasts against his chest as she continued to nibble on his neck. Locking her hands on the back of his neck, she swept her fingers back and forth over his hair. “Let’s go back to the office.”
“Grab on,” he told her as he lifted her to the top rail of a gated stall.
Wobbling, she gave a little gasp, remembering just in time not to scream, as she grabbed the rail. The movement pulled the sheet loose and it fell, draping over the fence beneath her, leaving her completely exposed. She didn’t know what to do. She tried letting go of the rail with one hand and grabbing for the sheet but she wobbled and had to grab back onto the rail.
He grinned at her as he stepped back. “This is a good look for you angel—wearing my collar and nothing else.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, hit a button, and then told whoever was on the other end of the line to keep everyone away from the east stable. He shoved the phone back into his pocket then stepped back to her, spread her knees, and then hooked her heels on one of the lower rails. “Stay just like that, and, angel, no touching my pussy or I will enjoy putting a plug in your ass. Understand?”
Eyes narrowed, she nodded her head then cleared her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
He hugged her then slammed his mouth down onto hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth and wrapping around her tongue then sweeping over the roof of her mouth. As he pulled away, he gave her bottom lip a little nip then slid his mouth to her breast and sucked hard on her nipple.
Squirming, feeling the pain of the rail digging into her sore ass, Jenna surrounded his head with her arms, holding him to her breast as he bit down on it. A squeak of pain left her lips followed rapidly by a moan of pleasure. He gave the other nipple the same treatment then bent down and licked then kissed her pussy. He sucked on her clit for a moment flicking his tongue over it rapidly until she was on the verge of an orgasm. “Oh, yes, yes,” she chanted, followed by, “No, no,” as he stepped back away from her.
Nodding, he smiled at her then turned to the yearling behind him. “This is Dancer’s Moon,” he told her as he began running a brush over the horse’s shiny reddish-brown coat. The horse stamped its feet and backed up, its ears down, as Jackson talked softly to her and continued to run the brush and his hand over her.
“She doesn’t like you, Sir.”
“Yes, she does. She just isn’t ready to admit it yet.” He looked at her, his sage-green eyes sweeping over her body. “Spread your legs wider.”
Against her own will she automatically obeyed, then cursed herself for not even hesitating. She watched the rhythmic, almost mesmerizing stroke of the brush over the horse’s coat. Eventually Jackson returned the brush to the box of supplies and picked up a round metal comb and began working on the horse’s mane with his back to her. Deciding he’d had his way long enough, she balanced herself then ran the fingers of one hand over her clit. Biting her lip, she kept herself from moaning with pleasure as she kept her eyes on him. She was wondering if she was capable of coming without making a sound when Jackson stopped combing the horse’s mane.
“Jenna, are you touching my pussy?”
Moving her fingers away from her clit, she grasped the rail through the sheet. “No, sir,” she told him, silently adding to herself, “not now.”
Jackson kept his hand on the horse’s crest as he turned to her, his brows drawn down, his eyes golden with anger.
Just that one glimpse of his face was enough to scare her into confessing. Dropping her eyes to his boots, she told him, “Yes, sir.” Then trying to mollify him, she added, “But I didn’t come.”
“I’m very disappointed, angel.” He patted the horse then put away the rest of the supplies and set the box outside the stall before pulling her down from the rail and into his arms. “You agreed last night to be my sub for the next three weeks. That means obeying me and trusting me to know what is best for you.”
Jenna grabbed the sheet as it slid off the rail. She wadded it up and held it over her belly, feeling at least a little bit covered and protected by it.
“What did I tell you I would do if you touched my pussy?”
Keeping her eyes lowered, she bit her lip, refusing to tell him and instead saying, “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“Look at me, now,” he demanded, “and tell me what I said I would do.”
Tears sheened Jenna’s eyes when she looked at Jackson. “You said you would, um, use a…” Feeling the rush of a heated blush covering her face and spreading over her neck and upper chest, she looked down and away, then swallowed, and mouthed, “Butt plug, Sir.”
She gave him the answer he demanded but delivered it in a way he might not accept. When he nodded, she breathed a sigh of relief even though she knew his intentions were dark and dirty as he walked into the little bathroom and kicked the door shut. He set her on her feet then opened a drawer and removed a box and a tube of lube. He set them on the sink then took the sheet from her, folded it, and smoothed it over the counter.
“Chest on the sheet then spread your legs.” When she hesitated, he frowned at her. “Either obey me or use your safeword, Jenna.”
Giving herself a pep talk, she bent over the counter and rested her forearms and chest on the folded sheet. The coolness of the counter seeped through the sheet and hardened her nipples. She shivered with arousal and nerves then rested her cheek on the sheet and spread her legs. His hand slid over her butt cheeks before he stepped away, and she heard him opening the box of butt plugs. A moment later she heard the water running then being turned off before he laid a purple butt plug on the sheet in front of her face. The size of it had her eyes widening, and she reached toward it.
“Don’t touch that. I just sterilized it.”
She pulled her hand back then heard the sound of the cap on the tube of lube being popped open.
“Give me your hands.”
Grumbling to herself about bossy Doms, she rested her weight on the sheet, grimacing when her breasts smashed into the hard, thinly padded surface. She slid her hands back to him, expecting him to restrain them. Instead, he flipped her hands over and slid her fingers into her butt crack then pressed them apart.
“Keep your ass cheeks spread for me, angel.”
She whined his name and tried to pull her hands out from under his.
“Leave your hands where I put them and spread those cheeks, angel, or I’ll get the bigger plug out of the package.”
The relentless tone of his deep voice sent an avalanche of helpless excitement through her. Slowly, she pressed her fingertips into the soft flesh between her cheeks then pulled them apart. She wanted to be disgusted by his forcing her to do this. Instead she was totally turned on and could feel the inside of her thighs growing wetter.
He slid his fingers through her slit then drew them back, spreading her slick juices over her rosette then pressed the tip of one finger into her. He nudged her hands, forcing her to pull her cheeks farther apart, and she couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure that rose to her lips.
“That’s it, pet. You’re going to love having your ass fucked. I promise you.”
Telling herself to stop rocking back and forth, she gasped when he dribbled cold lube onto the crack of her ass
then began spreading it and pressing it into her. She turned her head, rolling her forehead back and forth on the sheet, as she rocked back against his finger. She almost let go of her butt cheeks when Jackson pressed the plug against her rosette then began pushing it into her. He twisted it then pulled back on it, each time going deeper, awakening the nerves and sending ripple after ripple of goose bumps up her spine and down her legs.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, pushing back, wanting him to breech the muscles preventing him from giving her what she needed, wanted. Planting her feet, she pushed back, hard, and felt the widest part of the plug slip into her. Her scream of orgasmic pleasure echoed in the room as she came and began to slide to the floor.
Jackson grabbed her. He lifted her then dropped her onto the counter. The sudden contact of her sore, plugged butt on the hard counter sent a rush of pain through her followed by another rush of exquisite pleasure. She cried out again then collapsed against his chest. Panting, she hugged his waist and rested against him.
“Did you just come? Twice?” he asked, his voice credulous and pissed.
Hiding her grin against his shirt, she nodded her head. “Sorry, Sir.”
He lifted her off the counter then wrapped the sheet around her and picked her up again. “Time for breakfast.”
“Do I get to get dressed before breakfast, Sir?”
“Do you want to get dressed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then, no.”
“Are you going to punish me for coming without permission, Sir?”
“What do you think?”
Thinking quickly, she tried some reverse psychology on him. “I deserve it, Sir.”
Jackson stopped, his eyes locking on hers. “Angel, are you trying to manipulate me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then, yes, you are going to be disciplined.”
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