Twisting back to face the front, Dale worried his bottom lip. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being punished, but that was secondary to everything else that was going on in his mind. Jack wanted him, and for the first time since getting on his horse to start this crazy stunt, Dale smiled.
His smile didn’t last long though. After less than half an hour, the long trek back to the ranch began to feel like torture. His erection hadn’t gone down and he was feeling the ache deep in his balls. At one stage he’d been tempted to stop and tell Jack he was going to take a piss, just so he could give himself some relief. The only thing which stopped him was the possibility that Jack would know what he was doing. And just now, Jack had moved his hands so they were no longer on the pommel but were resting on Dale’s thighs. The agony of having Jack touch him and not able to ask him to do more for fear of further punishment, had Dale gritting his teeth and wondering if Jack was deliberately trying to keep him aroused. He was positive of it when, a few minutes later, he felt warm lips press against his nape.
Holding back a soft moan, Dale started counting the steps his horse took to keep him focused on something else other than the raging need to twist back around in the saddle and claim those lips with his mouth.
“Dale?”
Dale almost jumped at the sound of Jack’s voice so close to his ear. “Yes?”
“Why me?”
Dale didn’t try to pretend he didn’t know what Jack was talking about though he was surprised Jack was asking him. “Why does anyone fall in love with someone?” When Jack didn’t reply, Dale decided to explain further. “I was instantly attracted to you. You are gorgeous you know.” Tempted to turn round and face Jack to see his reaction, Dale restrained himself. Maybe there was a reason Jack was asking him now and like this.
“What else?” Jack asked softly.
“I like the way you treat the men. You expect hard work, and we all give it, but you don’t then just demand more, you actually appreciate what we do, and you also ask for suggestions and take on board anything that’s said. You’re fair, allowing the men to take time off if they need it. And you give bonuses.” Dale grinned a little at that, though he wasn’t sure if Jack would think it funny considering the money came out of his pocket.
“That it?”
No, there was more, so much more, but they were little things. Like the way Jack had moved to the smaller house to allow the ranch hands a bigger, more comfortable place to live. The way Jack took care of his horse, the way he sometimes looked when riding out to either inspect fences or stock. The way he laughed or sometimes cracked jokes, the way he often sang when cleaning his house. There were a lot of things, probably too many to mention, but maybe he’d get the chance if this worked out the way Dale hoped it would.
In answer to Jack’s question though, Dale said one more thing. “I love the fact that you have integrity.”
“How so?” Jack’s palms flattened out a little, the heat of his hands now burning into Dale’s skin. Dale tried to concentrate on Jack’s question, but with every passing second he found it more difficult to do so.
“You could have just taken advantage of me once you knew how I felt,” he said, remembering the look in Jack’s eyes when he’d said he wanted him.
“I wouldn’t do that, Dale, and anyway, I don’t think you’d let me.”
Dale wasn’t so sure. If Jack had shown the slightest interest in him, Dale was pretty sure he would have spread his legs and just been grateful. As if sensing what might have been going on in Dale’s mind, Jack slid his arms around Dale’s chest and hugged him. Dale couldn’t stop his groan of pleasure at the unexpected affection and he leant back into Jack’s embrace.
“I’m not going to take your love lightly, Dale. In fact…” Jack sighed, his hot breath misting over Dale’s neck as Jack rested his chin on Dale’s shoulder. “I think I love you too.”
Stunned, Dale pulled on the reins and slowly looked over his shoulder so he could stare into Jack’s dazzling green eyes. “You love me?”
“Is that so difficult to believe?”
Not sure what to say, Dale didn’t say anything, but he damn well wasn’t going to sit there any longer and not do something. In a move that was not very graceful, but absolutely necessary, Dale turned around completely in the saddle so he was now facing Jack. Thigh to thigh, chest to chest with not a spare inch between them, Dale damned the consequences, and giving in to his earlier need, took Jack’s lips with his own.
Jack’s low growl warned him this kiss wasn’t going to be a simple joining of mouths, and Dale wasn’t disappointed. Jack tightened his arms around him and pressed forward with his tongue, and when Dale opened for him, Jack plunged in deep, claiming Dale’s mouth the way Dale wanted him to claim his body. He shuddered as Jack’s tongue swept against his own and groaned when Jack encouraged him to suck on it.
Dale had no illusions about who would be the most dominant in their relationship, and he was more than willing to submit to Jack’s strength, but tasting Jack, having him hold him, want him, had Dale dizzy for more. He shifted his hips, rubbing himself up against the hard bulge now evident in Jack’s jeans. He’d held back way too long and now he couldn’t help himself, searching for and finding just the right friction in a bid for release.
“No, Dale.” Jack’s firm hold stopped him and Dale threw his head back, surprised.
“Need it. Need you,” he whimpered, afraid but unable to suppress how he felt.
“I know, but we’re not doing it on the back of a horse.” Jack’s smile took the sting out of his refusal. “We’ll be home in a few minutes, Dale. And then I’ll have something better for you.”
The promise in Jack’s words didn’t alleviate the tension in Dale’s body; it tripled it. He groaned and dropped his forehead on Jack’s shoulder. Jack moved his hand down Dale’s back in an effort to soothe, but Dale was so strung out, the touch just turned him on more. He was hanging on by the barest thread and when Jack prompted the mare to start walking again, Dale closed his eyes and silently urged her to go faster.
He barely noticed when the horse stopped, but was fully aware when Jack slid warm lips against the side of his neck.
“We’re here,” Jack said, grinning down at him.
Dale smiled back, but he was suddenly nervous, worried about the punishment Jack had mentioned. As they dismounted, Jack linked their fingers together.
“I’ll get Pete to come and pick her up and I’ll ask about Dirk.”
Dale nodded absently, his mind on what would happen once Jack got him inside the house. He was shaking slightly and he wondered what Jack would think of his obvious lack of confidence. But Jack didn’t say anything as he led Dale up the wooden steps of the porch and in through the front door.
Having never been inside the house before, Dale took a quick opportunity to look. Neat, but sparsely furnished, Dale noticed a soft leather lounge, polished wooden floors, and a huge flat screen TV, but he had little chance to see anything else as he was ushered into a room which housed a beautiful four poster bed, two bedside tables and an old rocking chair. Even all that was taken in with a cursory glance as Jack didn’t stop there but drew him into a smaller room off to the side.
“You need a shower,” Jack informed him.
Dale couldn’t really disagree, but he was surprised when Jack just left him there and disappeared back into the bedroom. Confused, but not wishing to prolong the time away from Jack, Dale peeled off his boots and placing his hat on a chair that sat next to the sink, stepped under the hot water spray. He’d barely finished when Jack came back. Overly conscious of the way Jack looked at him with a hooded gaze that was full of desire, Dale marveled at how quickly things had changed. Two hours ago, Jack would never have looked at him like that, and despite the nerves that were biting at his stomach, Dale grinned.
“On the bed and wait for me,” Jack instructed. His tone brooked no argument, but the light shining in Jack’s eyes gave Dale room to ask why, and he would
have done, if Jack hadn’t started stripping just then. Riveted, Dale watched as clothes peeled away to reveal toned, tanned skin and a hard body with well-defined muscles, but before Dale had a chance to see the one thing he was dying for, Jack stopped and turned his back.
“The bed, Dale,” Jack said, his fingers hooked in the waistband of his jeans, denying Dale even a view of his ass.
Reluctantly, Dale headed into the bedroom, and as he heard Jack restart the shower, Dale lay down on the bed. The mattress was soft, the covers cool, but Dale wasn’t particularly taking much notice. His attention had been drawn to the four timber posts that cornered the big bed, and the leather straps which hung from each one. Dizzy excitement suddenly twisted through his chest as he begun to figure out what his punishment might entail. Fingering one of the thin pieces of leather, Dale was imagining having it wrapped around his wrist when Jack spoke from the bathroom doorway.
“Are you into leather, Dale?” The question had a little edge to it that ramped up the anticipation already pumping through his veins. Dale nodded and the slow smile Jack gave him was filled with such pleasure Dale couldn’t help but smile back. “Maybe your punishment is not going to be so much of a punishment after all.”
Jack came into the room, his hips covered by a white towel. Dale eyed it with resentment. He wanted to see Jack nude, wanted to see all of him, touch all of him. But Jack wasn’t giving in to Dale’s wants. Not that one anyway.
“Turn over.” Instantly obeying, Dale rolled onto his stomach, feeling the dip of the mattress as Jack climbed on behind him. He twisted back to look over his shoulder but Jack shook his head. “Eyes forward.”
Closing them, Dale rested his forehead against the feather pillow, but when Jack reached for his wrist and he felt the warm, supple leather bind around it, he snapped them open to watch.
“Am I going to have to blindfold you as well?” The threat was real, but that would have been pushing Dale one step too far. If he was going to be bound, he needed to see. He shook his head quickly.
“No, don’t. Please.”
Jack’s hand smoothed up his back, his palm slightly rough, but gentle. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, Dale,” he said, his voice as soothing as his touch.
Dale believed him, he knew how Jack treated people, and he knew Jack wouldn’t harm him. “I know,” he said, just in case Jack needed him to say it. And as if that was exactly what he was waiting for, Jack moved to Dale’s other wrist and bound it as tight as the first.
“Okay?”
Tugging to see how secure they were, Dale swallowed audibly, a tingle of eagerness flowing across his skin. “Yes.” He squirmed a little, getting comfortable, but wondering what else Jack was going to do.
“Don’t move,” Jack said.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t.”
Warm lips pressed against the back of his neck, and then a wet tongue snaked across Dale’s shoulder. “Yeah, I noticed. Kind of hot.”
Dale groaned and shuddered as Jack’s tongue continued down his back, then he jerked against his bindings when Jack spread his ass cheeks apart and slid deep between them. “Oh fuck, Jack!”
Jack didn’t answer, unless the soft probe of his tongue was his way of communication. Moaning, writhing, Dale managed to bring his knees under him which pushed his hips up off the bed, effectively offering himself to Jack for more of what Jack was giving him. Except Jack stopped and gave him a hard slap across the backside instead.
“Ow!”
“I said don’t move.”
Dale bit his lip to stop a retort, but he couldn’t hold back on a low moan when Jack rubbed the spot he’d just smacked. Heat spread from the spot and goddamn if it didn’t spread to his balls. He waited, not knowing what Jack was going to do next, and was surprised when he felt a slicked finger press against his hole.
“So hot, so sexy.”
Yeah, it was. The way Jack slowly pushed into him had Dale panting and straining not to lift his ass a little higher, but though Jack didn’t want him to move, he didn’t seem to mind when Dale made noises of any kind. In fact, the more Dale moaned, the more Jack did. With two fingers now inside him, Dale gasped when Jack slid his free hand underneath and cupped his balls. Unable to help it, Dale spread his legs a little wider to give Jack better access, and was rewarded by another hard smack.
“Shit, Jack!”
“I’m not going to warn you again, Dale. You wanted me to notice your ass. I have. You don’t need to keep thrusting it into my face.”
The giggle that slipped out of Dale’s throat couldn’t be contained, but as he felt the gentle rub of Jack’s palm against the sting it turned into another moan. “Okay, no moving,” Dale promised, but it was so hard when Jack started to stretch him in earnest, adding another finger to make him ready. And Dale hadn’t even seen what Jack was going to put inside him yet.
He wanted to look, wanted to see how thick, how long Jack was, but he held still, even when he felt Jack remove his fingers and heard the sound of a foil packet being ripped open.
“How long has it been for you, Dale?”
“You won’t hurt me,” Dale answered, tensing a little as something heavy and thick rested against the entrance to his body.
“That’s not what I asked,” Jack said, his fingers finding a tight grip on Dale’s hips. “How long?”
“Just over two years,” Dale told him wondering why Jack wanted to know.
“Since you met me?”
Dale nodded, hoping Jack was going to allow him that movement. “Since I fell in love with you.”
“Jesus, Dale.” The soft whisper was accompanied by that thickness pushing into him and Dale instinctively arched his back to accommodate it. Jack’s fingers tightened, holding him steady as he pushed deeper still.
“Christ, you’re so tight.”
Dale didn’t think it was that, just that Jack was so thick. He grunted, clenching his hands into fists as the burn of Jack entering him peaked, then thankfully, as Jack seated himself fully, Dale felt the pain ease into pleasure. He hung his head, sweat dripping from his brow into his hair. God he was full. How big was Jack?
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, just… don’t move for a second.”
“Did I hurt you?” The concern in Jack’s voice had Dale’s heart expanding. He shook his head a little.
“No, I’m fine, but I’ve never had anyone as big as you before. Why didn’t you warn me?” Dale wanted to look over his shoulder, wanted to look at Jack but he didn’t dare.
“I’m not that big.” The smile Dale heard made him smile in return.
Dale knew he could argue the point, but he couldn’t be bothered. There were more important things to say. “You can move now.”
“Thank God.” Expecting Jack to pull out and shove back home, Dale was pleasantly surprised when Jack bent over him and kissed his shoulder first. “When you come, do it crying out my name,” he whispered, his breath warm and moist against Dale’s skin. Then he kissed Dale again, softly, just before he eased most of the way out to effortlessly glide gently back in.
Dale moaned, and started to lose himself in the pleasure being filled by Jack gave him. Just that morning he’d thought about this, of being taken by Jack, of giving himself to Jack, and now he was, and it was better than anything he could have imagined.
The heat that began somewhere in his stomach spread quickly, consuming every muscle, every cell, every nerve until Dale felt as if he was close to combustion. Jack’s thrusts had become harder, longer, deeper and his rhythm had become faster more instinctual than calculated. Dale could tell Jack was beginning to lose it and that knowledge pushed Dale closer to the edge he was already skating along.
Pleasure pumped through vein and heart as physical as Jack’s cock pumping into Dale’s body. He whimpered, and despite Jack’s warning, Dale pushed back to meet each of Jack’s perfect thrusts, but Jack didn’t punish him; the time for smacks was over.
Dale was cl
ose to coming, and by the feel of it, so was Jack. Each glide of Jack’s cock was now hitting Dale’s nerve rich gland and the build of his climax was becoming intense.
“Jack.” The plea in Dale’s tone would not have been hard to miss and Dale expected Jack to curl an arm beneath his hip and help him, because tied as he was, Dale couldn’t help himself. But Jack didn’t move a muscle except the ones he was using to snap his hips forward and bury himself deeper into Dale’s ass. “Jack, I need to come. I need you to touch me,” Dale added, just in case Jack hadn’t caught on.
Jack slowed a little, just a little, but his fingers never let up on their grip on Dale’s hips. “No, you don’t.”
For a second Dale wasn’t sure he heard right. “Fuck, Jack.” He’d never come like that, without a hand on him and he wasn’t sure he could now. “Jack, please!” Dale started to strain against the bindings on his wrists, though God knew why. He was tied up tight; he wasn’t moving an inch.
Jack slowed a little further, but it was only to lean over Dale’s back again. The pressure and heat enveloped Dale, drawing him deeper into the web of need Jack had woven around him, but he was suspended there, unable to go any further. Until Jack spoke.
“You can do it, Dale. Come for me.”
“Oh, God!” Dale almost wept, it wasn’t going to happen and he almost begged Jack again, but then he felt it, that deep, concentrated tightness that was like a coil ready to burst. Dale sucked in a sharp breath, reaching for it, praying for it, his body bowed and trembling.
“That’s it, babe. For me.”
Whether it was an instruction or a plea, it was enough. An explosion of pleasure erupted through Dale pulling a shocked cry from his throat while a hot pulse of thick cum splattered across his stomach at exactly the same moment Dale felt Jack’s cock expand and throb inside him.
“Jack! Oh shit!” Again, mind numbing bliss poured through Dale’s body, again he felt the wet spatter of his release, again Jack’s cock, buried deep, pulsated and emptied. And again, and again until Dale collapsed, his final cry lost somewhere in Jack’s mouth as Jack quickly turned him over and kissed him. Arms crossed above his head, Dale couldn’t move, but he didn’t have the energy to even try. The best he could do was kiss Jack back and make a small sound of protest when Jack slowly released his mouth.
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