by Ann Jacobs
“Get in,” he said as he opened the passenger door of his Jaguar and guided her down onto the soft leather seat. He circled the car with a confident, predatory stride and a long, heated glance through the front windshield then slid behind the wheel. When he turned the key, the powerful engine purred to life, its sound almost as arousing as the closeness they shared, sitting hip to hip, his hand on the gear shift just inches from her thigh.
Trace exuded confidence, competence, everything she’d always looked for in a lifetime partner. His striking good looks reminded her of her dad. Thankfully, though, he was everything her father hadn’t been before he drowned life’s disappointments in Johnnie Walker Red, leaving her and her mom in genteel poverty. Tonight Trace projected dominance, too, in the possessive way he laid his hand on her bare thigh once he’d gotten onto the Outer Loop and settled down at highway speed. Elle laid her hand over his, traced around his long, callused fingers with her fingertip.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to pull over at the next exit with a decent motel and teach you what teasing will get you,” he growled, catching her hand and laying it over his jeans-clad erection. “See what you do to me?”
“I see.” Elle stroked the hot, rigid flesh, felt it strain harder against her hand. “Do you know what I’ve got on under this trench coat?”
“I got a look while you were packing. Never realized until then that you were into leather. I’ve dreamed about you wearing chaps and cowboy boots and nothing else--well, maybe a straw cowboy hat to protect your soft cheeks from the noonday sun.” He laughed and squeezed none too gently on her thigh. “We’d take a ride, stop at the creek and make love in the shade of those mesquite trees while the cattle watch us. Maybe one of the ranch hands might ride by.”
The idea had Elle practically panting, hoping Trace would stop the car and take her right now. But two could play his game. “You like having sex while others watch?”
“There’s something that turns me on about the risk of others seeing us. That excites you, too, doesn’t it?”
She recalled Trace’s big black stallion watching them that day in the barn, his round, expressive eyes seeming to take in every thrust, his snorts and whinnies plaintive, as though he wanted his own mare to cover. It was all she could do to keep from moaning at the intense arousal that coursed through her body “Yes. How about you?”
Trace chuckled. “The idea of taking you, anywhere, anytime, keeps me rock hard and ready. But you know that, don’t you, my kinky little darling?” He paused, giving all his attention to the road as they merged onto northbound Highway 281 from the Outer Loop. “It won’t be long now. Are you ready for what’s coming?”
“I can hardly wait.” And that was the truth. The mellow sound of Trace’s voice, the low growl of the car’s powerful engine as it ate up miles, the smells of leather and sex and a faint woodsy whiff of his aftershave hit her senses hard. Her pussy felt swollen and damp against the lace of her thong, and her whole body ached for him to take her. To force down her inhibitions and bring her wildest fantasies into real life. Real time. “I’m so wet for you,” she said, hardly believing she’d uttered the words, not to a masked Dom at Club Rio Brava, but to the man she loved and wanted to marry. Her best friend in the real world where they both lived.
A fat, golden moon lit their way as they drove along. Elle looked at his face, smiled when she saw the tight set of his jaw and realized he was as aroused as she. The excitement built around them, and by the time he turned into the long, tree-shaded drive that meandered through his ranch land toward his house on top of a rocky plateau, her pussy was wet and swollen, ready for submission.
Chapter Four
Trace stopped the car on the private ranch road, near their favorite tree beside the stream. “Time to take care of this,” Trace said, deliberately sliding his hand between Elle’s legs. “You meant it when you said you were already wet.” Her female musk filled the air, intensifying his own arousal.
After grabbing a blanket off the backseat and walking around the car to let Elle out, he said, “Take off the coat. Don’t worry, I’m gonna keep you warm.” He felt weird, giving orders instead of making requests, but that was what he gathered sexual submissives expected. When she dropped the garment onto the ground he practically swallowed his tongue. The brief glimpse of black leather and lace back at her apartment had been a mere prelude to the sight of her standing in the moonlight, all pale skin except for the stiletto heels that emphasized the luscious shape of her legs, a lace G-string and a skin-tight leather thing that pushed her breasts up and cinched her waist so tight it was small enough for him to interlock his thumbs while encircling it with his hands. He could hardly wait to warm her nipples that already were puckering from the cold air. When she inclined her head, her sable hair framed her face, made him want to bury his hands in the soft curls.
“You’d better run for the shelter of our favorite tree or I’ll take you right here,” he growled, punctuating his words with a hard kiss and a sweep of his hands down her back until he reached her nearly naked ass and pulled her tight against his hungry cock. Despite the fact it was only forty-five or fifty degrees, he wanted to take her out here, under their favorite tree, give her a taste of what he’d teased her with in the car, the idea of somebody watching. “When I said wear something sexy, I never imagined you’d show up in something like this.” He broke the kiss and nuzzled one earlobe then bent and picked up her coat.
“If I’m not mistaken, you like it,” she said, her voice husky as she ground her hips against his straining cock. “A lot.”
“You’d better bet I like it. Now move.” He punctuated his order with a another light slap on her bare ass before watching her sway on those stiletto heels—but not for long because his heart was beating double-time and his cock was throbbing with carnal anticipation. Damn, he was starting to see the appeal of dominating a lover. Especially when Elle stepped out from under the canopy of the huge cottonwood tree they’d claimed as their special place and struck a pose that practically shouted Come and fuck me now.
Nothing on Earth could have kept Trace away. He strode to her and inhaled her intoxicating female scent for a split second before laying down her coat, spreading the blanket, lying on it and dragging her down on top of him. Her breasts spilled out of the black leather, rose-tipped and creamy. He sampled first one, then the other, gently at first then harder when she began to moan and writhe on top of him.
“Like that?”
Her nails dug hard into his back. “Oh, yes. Please bite me. God but that feels good.”
He nipped her once more then raised his head. “You should have told me you like it rough. You know all I want to do is make you happy.”
“You do…Master.” The “Master” part shook him a little, but in a good way. All he wanted to do was take care of her, and if it only took a little macho action, it suited him just fine.
A golden moon shone down on them through the branches of the tree, highlighting the hard, intent look on Trace’s face as he sat up, shed his jacket and used it to wrap around her shivering shoulders. He had the in-control look of a Master, yet different from the ones she’d played with at the club. Hot lust and a sense of possession, entitlement mingled in his expression, but those emotions were tempered by an emotional commitment he couldn’t hide. The sound of water rushing over the small boulders in the creek and the touch of his hands on her body that matched the rhythm of nature had Elle on the verge of coming as she never had before with so little foreplay.
She wanted to tear off her clothes and his, feel the heat of their bodies mingling, joining, heedless of the cold air, the lowing of cattle in the field across the creek. In the distance, she heard the familiar yodel of a wrangler singing, as they often did to soothe the cows and keep themselves company. “Please,” she said, her senses bombarded with the sights and smells and sounds of nature…and of Trace.
“Please what?” His voice was breathless, his touch certain, masterful.
“Please fuck me now. I need you so much.” And not just for sex, even though her body screamed for satisfaction.
He rolled her over on her back and came down on top of her. “I don’t think you’re ready yet, love. You’re going to have to scream for it first. Come on. Tell me what you want, what you really want.”
Damn it, he knew what she wanted. Why was he torturing her like this? His mind games had her hotter than a lash had ever done. When he pinched her nipples with his callused fingers, his touch excited her more than a cruel Dom’s stinging nipple clamps. His hot tongue invading her mouth was better than any ball gag, and his substantial weight pinning her to the blanket held her as securely as any restraints could. She writhed beneath him, needing more.
“Hold that thought. And tell me how the hell I get you out of this outfit.” Trace moved away but not for long, ripping off his clothes. “You want me to tear it off you?”
Elle couldn’t care less. She just wanted to be naked for him, to feel the heat and weight of him pressing her so hard against the blanket that she could feel each blade of grass marking her flesh. “Yes. Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
His hands trembled as he searched for and found the fastenings of her bustier. Each brush of his knuckles when he loosened the strings aroused her as much as if he’d cut the strings and ripped the garment from her body. He wasn’t so careful with the G- string. One hard yank and it was off. He crushed it in his hand, brought it to his lips briefly before tossing it aside. Then he peeled off his jeans, spread her legs and buried his face between them.
His hot breath scorched her clit, and his fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. The sensations were painful, as much so as if he had her on the rack. She couldn’t help writhing when he caught her clit between his teeth and flailed it with his tongue. God, she was going to come and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Not yet, love. I haven’t given you permission.” His words reverberated in her pussy, her breasts. She nearly screamed with the effort of holding back the orgasm that was just beyond her reach. “I see eyes out there watching us. I bet they smelled sex and it’s driving them crazy. As crazy as it’s driving me.”
She saw eyes, three pairs of them glowing in the night, their gazes seemingly fixated on Trace’s dark head and her wide-open pussy. When he shifted his hands and cupped her breasts, the eyes moved. Were there humans out there? Or did the eyes belong to cows or some wild creatures intent on devouring them? It didn’t matter. All Elle wanted to do was come, and then to torture Trace the way he was torturing her.
As if he read her mind, he shifted, obscuring her view of their silent voyeurs by straddling her face and feeding her his swollen cock. “Suck me,” he ordered, his voice pained enough that she knew his restraint was costing him. Somehow that made her feel better as she dug her nails into her palms to take her mind off the acute pleasure-pain he was inflicting on her.
It didn’t help. Her entire being focused on the feel of his cock stuffing her mouth. His tongue worked its magic on her clit then plunged deeply into her pussy. She nearly came when he slid his fingers along her slick wet slit and rimmed her puckered rear hole. Those eerie observing eyes enhanced her arousal. She fantasized that it was human voyeurs watching them, imagined them beating their cocks, spewing their seed along the expanse of grassy pasture.
But it didn’t really matter. Human or animal, their visitors enhanced the sexual tension. She had to fight like hell not to come right now, to wait for her Master to give her permission. She tried to concentrate on the sound of the rushing water, the occasional chirp of some native bird from the tangle of blackberry canes across the creek. It wasn’t working. She sucked harder on his cock, running her tongue along the prominent vein on its backside. Maybe if she could drive him crazy…
Chapter Five
His kinky darling was driving him to distraction. He wasn’t going to last much longer, the way she was sucking him like a pro. Trace pulled away and spun, dragging Elle’s thighs over his shoulders, hardly noticing the digging of her stiletto heels into the flesh of his back. If she wanted it rough, that’s how she’d get it. Just once he dragged the tip of his cock along her slit before plunging inside her sopping cunt.
“Oh, please. Don’t stop. My God, I love your cock. Fuck me hard and fast and please, please let me come.”
Was this his woman he’d thought preferred her sex quiet and proper? God, had he been clueless. He’d never been so hard in his life. “Not now, but soon. What if I told you those were some of my wranglers watching us? Would that get you hotter?”
“No.”
“Liar,” he rasped against her ear. “You can’t honestly tell me the idea of people looking while we fuck doesn’t turn you on.”
She didn’t answer right away because she was breathing too hard to talk. He knew damn well the idea excited her. It aroused the hell out of him, too, and that surprised him because he’d always been a pretty damn private person. Of course, he was fairly sure their voyeurs were curious cows, not cowboys. But right now he didn’t care if half the world was watching, because he was hotter than hell even though it was barely forty degrees and the breeze was starting to kick up. “Well, are you going to tell me you don’t like having people watch us having sex?”
“Maybe I like it just a little bit.” She turned her head and bit his earlobe. “May I please come? I can’t wait much longer.”
Trace had never been so aroused. His cock felt like it was going to burst. His balls ached. His heart was beating so fast he should have been worried about a heart attack, but he wasn’t. The only thing on his mind right now was exploding inside his woman, feeling her tight, juicy cunt spasm around his cock as he poured out his seed. “Neither can I,” he muttered, spreading her legs wider and driving into her hard and fast. His balls tightened. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Now! Come for me. Don’t hold back. God, yes. Squeeze my cock like you’re never going to let it go.” He came, his hot sperm spurting, mingling with her slick fluids. Fuck but it felt incredible! When she obeyed, she clutched his cock so hard it was as if they were one body. One soul.
Her heels dug into his back but he didn’t care. He plunged in one last time, felt the last of his release spurt against the soft tissue of her cervix. He caught her scream of pleasure in his mouth, grasped the sides of her head with both hands, digging his fingers into the soft mass of her hair. He tried to say something, to tell her how much this meant to him, but he was spent. So spent, it was all he could do to lift himself off her body and gather her in his arms.
Elle lifted her head from his shoulder, studying this whole new Trace, a compilation of all the wonderful things she knew about him—and now the intriguing field of things she didn’t. “Why did you wait so long?” Then before he could answer, she bit her lip, realizing… “I don’t know how you guessed, and maybe I don’t want to know, but…did you do this just for me? Did it turn you on, too?”
It occurred to her then that, as terrible as it would have been for her to pretend to be vanilla for Trace, she loved him too much to put him in the same situation, where he was having to be something he was not. But his quick grin melted away her worries and his eyes flashed with renewed lust when he laid her hand on his cock, which was already stirring again. “Oh, yeah, it turns me on.”
“Then why didn’t you do it sooner?”
Drawing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “I didn’t try it sooner because I’m a damn fool. A fool who loves you.”
“I love you, too, and I want you to be my Master.” She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him, saw the love shining in his beautiful brown eyes. While he wasn’t sure, he thought that might have been an answer to his proposal, but he wasn’t going to risk asking for confirmation yet. For one thing, the love shining in her eyes and the commitment in her voice had rendered him speechless. He rubbed his fingers along her spine, his touch gentle now as she snuggled as
close as she could get, intertwining her legs with his, reminding him she must be freezing now that the heat of the moment had passed.
“We’d better get out of here and into the house before we turn into ice statues,” he said, disentangling their legs and helping her to her feet. “Here, put on your coat.” When she did, he rearranged his own clothes and folded the blanket.
When she bent and retrieved those super-sexy scraps of clothes she’d worn, his heart started pounding fast again. “I ought to punish you for not telling me.”
“Not telling you what?” she asked, her tone all innocence as she settled onto the car seat and put her hands against a heater vent.
Trace shot her a grin as he put the car in motion. “You know what. We could have saved a lot of time and worry if you’d just told me up front that you’re into kinky sex games.”
“I wanted to be everything you wanted me to be. I thought you were looking for pure vanilla.”
“Vanilla? That sounds boring. Is that really what you thought of me?”
“As much as you thought I was as staid and conventional in bed as I have to be on the job.”
Trace laughed. “I imagine most men, not just the ones who like the whips and chains and dominating their partners in front of others, like to feel in charge with their women. I admit, when I first started looking into Dominance and submission, I wasn’t sure since I’m not into torture, either giving or receiving it. But then I looked in the right places and started imagining you that way, me in control of you.
“Based on that, honey, it seems to me that if you’d told me you wanted a sexual dominant in bed, I’d have been happy to oblige.” He gave her a serious look. “It was driving me crazy, suspecting I wasn’t getting you off. I love you.”
“And I love you, too, my reluctant Master.”
Trace cleared his throat. “So now that we’ve revealed our kinky tastes, can we move ahead? If you want to be tied up and gagged, I’ll do it. I’ll even punish you when you’re naughty if you’ll be satisfied with a few swats on your luscious ass. I love dominating you, sweetheart, but I can’t hurt you, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to share you with another Dom, which I’ve heard some subs like.” He swallowed, his hand tightening on hers. “Is that something you want?”