by M. C. Cerny
“Almost there aren’t we?” Teasing, I slowed down and leaned forward spitting into my hand that worked in and out of her pussy in a rhythm to enslave her. Her moans were husky, guttural cries from the center of her body that radiated outward, echoing in the room.
“God, Sloan, please! I can’t. Please, just, uhh.”
“Nuh uh, darlin’.” I finger fucked her off to completion, letting her cries go like short high-pitched yelps once her walls squeezed my digits to near strangulation, covering them in a gush of thick honey. I held her over my lap until her heartbeat slowed before removing my hand to slap her pretty little ass. I sat her up straddling my leg, looking dazed and confused. Her pupils dilated, and her sex continued to pulsate over my thigh.
She swallowed as if trying to speak but was only capable of swaying to the side, adorably fucked by me. I held her close and grabbed a soft blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around her shoulders, watching her come down from the intense orgasm. She didn’t hit subspace, but I wasn’t trying to take her there. That I would reserve for another time. This was about establishing my control over her body and her sexual pleasure.
Langley shut her eyes and slumped forward. She rested her head against mine, small beads of sweat beaded from her temple and found a spot over her full top lip, pulling me under her strange magic.
“I bet the boys in Ohio didn’t make you feel that good.” I locked my eyes to hers waiting for a response.
Her voice croaked, but she finished her thought with, “What boys?” and made me smirk. Her hands wrapped around my neck and ran up into my hair, nails raking the back of my neck. Under typical circumstances, I wasn’t big on subs being touchy feely with me, but I allowed Langley this comfort. She seemed to need it, and it was a simple thing to give her. I couldn’t very well punish her for not knowing the rules, now could I? Punishments weren’t necessarily my thing; I found other ways to get my point across.
“Seal the deal?” I asked her, hoping this was all the convincing she would need.
“Didn’t know I had a choice?” She sassed me, crinkling her nose in a smile.
This girl. Damn this girl for making me laugh.
I tugged a handful of hair, kissing her. More like molding her lips to mine, letting her know that while some battles could be won, I would strategically win the war with her. Her pleasure would be mine, and my pleasure might just be hers. Tongues tangled, exchanging swipes and texture between lips as her hands held onto my face by the ears, pulling me closer. Teeth clanged, and I pulled her back down aggressively reminding her who was in charge.
“I will spank you, Langley Dawson,” I grumbled between nipping kisses.
“Harder?” she quipped, surprising me.
I hauled her up ready to get the fuck out of dodge and back to the ranch as soon as possible.
6
Langley
A week ago inside a secret sex club, my bank customer made me come harder than I thought possible, leaving my legs wobbling weak like jelly. Afterward, Sloan had put me back together and slipped my dress over my head before perfunctorily driving me home like it was all very normal. I was certain I left a wet puddle on the seat of his truck on the ride back, and since that night, I swore I could smell myself when I thought about how he touched me. Hands looked different to me, and I smiled thinking about his.
Ever the gentleman, he walked me up to my door and kissed my cheek before handing me a folder with instructions to go to bed naked between my sheets without a shower and to read the papers in the morning. Strangely, I followed his request without questioning him. My mother would have said he propositioned me like a hooker, but what he offered me was something different. He offered me a chance to explore things I knew were inside me to begin with.
The folder itself was a contract with a good deal of explanation built into it. Sloan Tanner was asking to spend a month of my time with him on his ranch outside of Karim in a relationship of sorts. He wanted me to think about it for a week before I made a decision. If I said yes, the terms of the contract would be for a month’s time during which I would agree to be his submissive. I could view it as an internship, a job, or a vacation when I told people where I would be spending my time for the next month. Even my job was secure in my absence. I guess when you have the largest account at the bank where you work you can ask for just about anything you want.
I thought it was outrageous.
Sloan was asking to be my dominant partner during that time. In turn I could ask for almost anything I wanted within reason. He could pay off debts, buy me a car, or any number of things we could negotiate, but during the month I was his to engage in a consensual sexual relationship.
One where he obviously made all the rules.
In everything.
My body shuddered thinking about what that meant. He would clothe me, feed me, and pleasure me to his heart’s content. I couldn’t wait to see what the month held for me in the service of the rancher.
My cellphone chirped, letting me know what time it was and that Sloan would be here any moment to take me to his ranch. Before I could spare a second thought, a knock at my door sounded. Thick raps against the wood, and I peeked out my window to see his truck parked on the street.
A heavy breath and I opened the door, taking in his dark jeans, dress shirt, and large, silver belt buckle. He removed his black Stetson hat again. I learned what it was called after my last meeting with him.
“Hi, come on in.” I stepped back from the door to let him in, and he stepped inside dwarfing the space of my apartment.
“I have something for you.” He handed me a box that looked to be from a boutique clothing store in Dallas from the label on it.
“What is it?” I couldn’t help the suspicion that bubbled under the surface of my imagination.
“Something, I’d like for you to wear. Go try it on, darlin’.” He made himself comfortable on my small sofa, and I felt like I was in a dressing room, and he was waiting on me to model.
“It’s not like leather and chains or anything?”
He laughed. “I don’t know where you get these ridiculous ideas from. Go put it on before I’m tempted to spank you.” He winked and I took the box to my bedroom.
In the privacy of my room, I tore it open and lifted up the most delicate white eyelet dress inside with small straps that crossed in the back. A pale peach colored bra and panty set made of the most whisper thin lace lay underneath it. It was a sweet gift and completely unexpected.
“You find it, darlin’?” he called from the living room.
“Yeah.” I shook my head. He was bound to think I was a manner-less brat.
I tried responding again more respectfully, kicking myself. “I mean yes. Thank you.”
“Well, come out on.”
Fortifying myself, I stripped off the dress and underwear I had on and put on the new. I felt like a princess wearing the soft cotton and lace. For all his gruffness, he was almost princely underneath the dust and drawling words.
I walked out into the living room barefoot, hair in a loose bun on my head. The look on his face warmed me from the inside out. I let my arms outstretch and turned in a slow circle.
“Wow,” he said, standing and coming to me to rest his hands on my waist, drawing me into his embrace.
“It’s so beautiful, thank you.” I was shocked and pleasantly surprised.
“Definitely not leather and chains then?” he said, a smirk in his blue eyes that looked like the sky up close.
I smiled, slightly embarrassed brushing the skirt down. “Ah, no, but it’s perfect.”
“Not yet it isn’t.” He stepped back and pulled a pair of flat, gold sandals from his back pocket I hadn’t seen before.
He leaned down before me going on one knee and helped me slip them onto my feet before tying them in matching bows around my ankles. When he finished, he slowly got up, our eyes locking in on each other. His hands trailed up my ankles to the back of my calves that broke out in g
oose bumps.
“It isn’t?” I asked, and he shook his head no, eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed the dryness of my throat, wishing for a glass of cold water. I wondered if I was sweating, because I felt hot under his gaze.
He moved up the pads of his fingers which now grazed my outer thighs before he settled them under my dress on my lace covered cheeks pulling me into direct contact with the thick ridge in his jeans. His eyes smiled and his lips whispered, “Now it’s perfect.”
7
Sloan
Langley snored in her sleep as I drove down the long stretch of highway leading away from Karim and closer to the ranch. Little huffs and puffs that felt hot against my leg where her head rested. My right hand slipped into her hair, massaging the back of her neck. My hand moved the shiny strands of gold and tawny blonde against the tan of my skin. I was betting that she spent more time outside since coming here because her skin was sun-kissed with barely there freckles dotting her shoulders that hadn’t been there the first day I saw her. I’d have to make sure she put on plenty of sunscreen if she spent time under the sun.
Glancing down, I saw the crescents of her eyes lined with darker blonde lashes and finely arched brows. Very little makeup graced her skin and I liked that. I told her that anything she needed or wanted would be provided for her at the ranch, and all she had to do was ask and I would get anything else she needed. Chelsea had makeup shipped from New York and LA. I had a feeling Langley wouldn’t need any of that with her natural beauty shining through. I liked her just the way she was.
We had a solid conversation the first hour driving, and I learned she liked classic radio and rock music, but not techno or rap. I liked country and rock. She told me about the local University she attended for her math degree, remaining undecided what she wanted to do before her job at the bank. I admired her desire to work a bit more for experience before deciding if she would go back to school for an advanced degree or work her way up through the bank. I attended the University in Austin, studying animal husbandry and business.
The week had been a busy one, driving back and forth in preparation for her stay. I needed certain things taken care of that only I could do and new ranch hands to hire to ease my load around the place, giving me more time to spend with Langley. I hadn’t done that in the past, preferring to do as much of the work I could myself but something about her enticed me to slow life down. I had plenty of go-to people who could set things up or get things I needed. Langley was pretty low-key in that aspect and I was grateful. My housekeeper, Stella, was excited to have female company again at the house. I don’t think my last sub was high on her list of favorite people given how demanding she was when I was gone for long periods of time working. Stella liked to think a woman in the house domesticated me just a little bit, but I wasn’t convinced of that.
Langley moved in her sleep and I adjusted her body closer to me pulling her deeper down to rest in my lap. The drive to my ranch was a solid two, sometimes three, hours depending on the traffic outside of Karim. I loved the open space and the red-orange dirt dotted with tall, green succulents and brush along the highway. The drive wasn’t for everyone, and the quiet didn’t bother me either. There would be plenty of time to introduce her to ranch life over the next month.
Rocking Star Ranch had been in my family for generations, successfully breeding cattle and studding horses. My stallion, Blackjack, was getting ready to breed again, and I was eager to get back punching the gas pedal to drive faster. This was a busy time of year for me, and I hoped Langley would adjust well and be a balm for my soul in the evenings after working twelve hour days to maintain the ranch.
I pulled up to the house, admiring the big timber posts and large mirrored windows. It might be an unusual house out here, but I loved it. The wrap-around porch held a rocking swing that looked out to the barn that held the horses. A split rail fence followed the length of the property, and once I turned on the drive toward the house, my sense of pride reinforced. It never escaped me feeling like a king returning home when I stopped in front of the house. Looking down to Langley breathing deeply in my lap felt like bringing my queen home for the first time. There was something about her that stirred a softness in me I didn’t typically have. I brushed off the stirrings of emotions. That wasn’t why I brought her here; I wasn’t looking for permanency, only a companion.
If things worked out maybe I could ask her to stay?
No.
I pushed that down. Getting attached wasn’t a good idea no matter how much I liked her smile, her silky hair that reminded me of gold, and her eyes like caramel.
There were a few things to take care of, and Langley was still out peacefully snuggled against my leg. Tonight would be soon enough to be with her. I carried her into the house, depositing her onto a leather sofa inside the living room and covering her with a blanket before tucking her in. I thought about how I would take her the first time, here in the living room out in the open. It was only me and her in the house anyway. She wouldn’t know that the rest of the staff was down at the bunk house. I’d have the fire going since it cooled down in the evening once the sun set which wasn’t long now.
I returned to the truck and brought in her purse, leaving it on the counter in the kitchen so she would see when she woke up. The folder of documents as part of our agreement landed next to her purse. We discussed different options for birth control and medical health. Standard items for a relationship like this I hoped would involve copious amounts of sex. Since Langley already had an established form of birth control, and we both tested clean, there would be no issues there. I felt the eagerness building again.
I kneeled down next to her, brushing her hair back. “We’re home, darlin’.” I kissed her forehead and then headed out to the barn, knowing she’d be fine until I got back.
Blackjack greeted me, tossing his head up in the air wildly and prancing inside his stall. “Hello, my prince.” He whinnied and nickered as he bobbed his head up and down.
“Eager for your filly.” I mused aloud at just how similar our situations were. Langley was resting peacefully inside the house, her presence a tease to my senses.
Blackjack stomped his hooves, and I knew the feeling of impatience well. The first time always held an element of raw mystery. What would she sound like coming apart in my arms when I thrust inside her? I had a fair idea after playing with her at The Club a week earlier. The soft mews and grunts that were often faked by others were loud moans and hoarse pants with Langley.
“Soon, Blackjack. I promise.” I fed him an apple which he took greedily, the juices spilling over my hands. I left him with the ranch hands and stalked my way back to the house.
8
Langley
I woke slowly, working out the kinks in my back and neck, feeling smooth leather under my legs. I sat up, letting the colorfully woven blanket slip off of me. The dark brown leather couch was butter soft against my bare legs. Wherever I was, it was inside a large, open floor plan of a house that was constructed of wood and as I looked around came off as extremely masculine and befitting its owner.
Getting my bearings, I stood up looking around. Obviously, my master didn’t mind me poking around if he left me here out in the open. I figured he would be back soon and curiosity killed me to explore. Above the mantle in the living room was a huge mounted set of steer horns. I knew nothing about cattle, but I couldn’t imagine the animal they used to be attached to.
I found a bathroom off the hallway and freshened up. I didn’t have anything with me, and my purse was sitting on the kitchen counter obviously brought in by Sloan at some point. I smoothed my hair back and followed the hall out to the front door. I looked outside and saw the sun beginning its decent behind the hills for the night. Thinking about night made me shiver in anticipation.
I opened the large, heavy door and stepped outside onto the front porch. The house was huge, much like its owner. I walked down the steps in awe of my surroundings, turning round and round taking
it all in from its tall mirrored windows and to its thick wooden columns.
“Holy shit, this isn’t Little House on the Prairie,” I muttered in awe.
“Howdy, pretty girl. Enjoy your nap?”
“Fuck.” I clutched my hand to my chest, startled as Sloan chuckled catching me as he came around the corner of the truck.
“Easy, darlin’.” He held me gently, brushing the dust off his hat, and I noticed he was wearing his jeans but his dress shirt from earlier had been changed out for a tight black t-shirt that looked molded to the muscles of his chest.
“Where are we?” The words sounded weak from my lips, and I felt like Dorothy after the tornado trying to find her way back home.
“Welcome to Rocking Star Ranch.”
“I didn’t know it was so big.” I said, clutching his arms under my fingers and looking between him and the house.
“Everything around here is big, darlin’.”
My hand caught my cheek burning hot under his gaze. I was sure everything was big, and I had no doubt I would find out sooner rather than later this evening.
Sloan offered to put dinner together and sat me down on a stool at the kitchen bar, explaining that he had a housekeeper who cooked for him and cleaned most days. He assured me I wouldn’t see any of the staff unless I wanted to—at least not here at the big house as he called it because they knew his desire for privacy. He assured me I could roam naked if I desired. Yeah, I wasn’t ready for that.
In the meantime, we had a simple dinner prepared of something called Cowboy Casserole—this one made with beef medallions and homemade potato hash browns. It was comfort food elevated to gourmet level followed by salad greens and fresh bread with a crisp wine. Sloan promised a tour of the ranch tomorrow. Tonight was for relaxing, but the look in his eye suggested something else. I offered to clean our plates while he showered the grime from the barn off. Cleaning gave me something productive to do so I didn’t have to think about sex.