“You just are, darlin’.”
Closing her eyes, surrendering to her lust, the heavy rain and occasional peals of thunder were a symphony accompanying his ardent attention. His lips and tongue were traveling across her skin in a fevered journey, stopping time and sweeping away any thought, and when his hands roughly pushed her legs apart, and his head dropped between them to lap hungrily at her pussy, she let out a wail of pleasure and lifted her pelvis. His finger thrust inside her, dancing in and out as his tongue continued its sweet torment, and just as she was about to explode he pulled away, clutched her hips and thrust himself home. He was taking her with an intense ferocity, and as he pummeled her pussy she felt her bubble rising ever higher.
“You love this,” he growled. “You love being consumed like this.”
“So much,” she said urgently. “My God, it’s amaaaazing…and I, I, I’m there!”
Her explosion was sudden and violent, cascading through her like a waterfall crashing down a rocky slope. Though Clay was losing himself in his own climax, he watched her, astounded by the potent orgasm he was witnessing, then as quickly as it had taken her, it released her from its clutches. Gasping and breathless she let out a long low whimpering sound before falling limp. His flaccid cock slipped out, and as he stretched out next to her she squirmed beside him and threw an arm over his torso, then took in a series of long deep breaths.
“That was unexpected,” he muttered as she finally settled.
“Which part?” she asked softly.
“Good question. Coming in here and jumpin’ each others bones.”
“Who started it?”
“I believe you are the guilty party,” he replied, then sitting up he reached to the foot of the bed for the throw blanket, pulling it over them. “No catching chills in this house.”
“Thanks,” she said snuggling under it. “It was me who got things rolling? Oh, yeah, I kissed you.”
“You more than kissed me,” he said with a grin, “and you can more than kiss me any time.”
“I’m blaming it on the storm,” she declared. “The electricity in the air.”
“You wanna know what I think?” he said tenderly, leaning over her.
“Always. I always want to know what you think.”
“I think it was the electricity between us.”
“You might be right about that,” she sighed. “It’s definitely there, that’s for sure.”
“Crystal,” he said slowly, “I wanna ask you somethin’.”
“Right now I’d tell you anything,” she smiled.
“Is there anything you’d like me to do that I haven’t?”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“I’m not puttin’ this right,” he frowned. “Fantasies, do you have any fantasies you’d like to play out?”
“Uh, well, sure, don’t we all?”
“Why don’t you tell me about one of them?”
“This is weird,” she murmured.
“Why?”
“It just is.”
“You’ve never shared your fantasies with anyone?”
“No, not really.”
“How about I tell you one of mine, then you can take a shot.”
“Uh, okay.”
“I would like to tie your legs apart,” he whispered, “and tease you into oblivion.”
“Ooh, Clay, did you have to say that?”
“Is there something wrong with that fantasy?” he murmured, kissing the hollow of her neck.
“Noooo,” she moaned. “I would love that. Oh, my gosh, I would love that.”
“Then, I’ll be sure to oblige you,” he promised, traveling his lips down to her chest. “Your turn.”
“You’re making me crazy. I can’t think while you’re doing that.”
“Your turn,” he repeated, continuing on to her breasts and lightly nibbling her nipples.
“Stop, I, ooh, Clay.”
“Are you sure you want me to stop?”
“Yes, ooh, no, that’s amazing.”
He was sucking on one nipple and tweaking the other, and when she raised her chest, chasing his attention, he pulled away and fell back next to her.
“I never wanted that to end,” she moaned.
“If I’d kept goin’ I wouldn’t get to hear what naughty thoughts are rollin’, around that head of yours,” he grinned. “Come on, out with it.”
“It’s a bit different.”
“Different is good. I love different.”
“Okay. Here goes. I’d like to be standing in a room…,” she began, then paused and bit her lower lip.
“You’d like to be standing in a room,” he pushed, “and…?”
“I’d like to be standing in a room,” she repeated softly, “blindfolded, dressed in a slip, or a nightgown, something like that.”
“Mmm, I’m definitely likin’ this,” he murmured. “Then what?”
“Then, uh, you’d come up behind me and slowly touch me, my arm, my back, wherever, before you take off what I’m wearing, or maybe not, maybe you’d leave it on,” she whispered. “It would all be a surprise.”
“You and I, Crystal, are on the same page,” he murmured, “and I’m gonna make that a reality, but…”
“There’s a but?”
“It’ll happen here, or maybe at my ranch house.”
“It will?” she breathed, feeling her pulse tick up.
“Yep. You’ll receive some instructions, and you’ll follow those instructions exactly.”
He had spoken slowly and quietly, and with every word Crystal had felt her heart beat faster.
“Please can we do it soon?” she whispered.
“We’ll do it when I decide we’ll do it,” he replied, breathing into her ear.
“Clay?”
“Yep.”
“That, uh, suggestion you told me to think about.”
“You mean, I’ll put you over my knee if you’re not straight with me, or if you keep me waitin’?”
“Yes,” she breathed, a fresh blush crossing her face. “That.”
“What about it?”
“I want you to,” she quivered.
“You’re sure?”
“Very,” she murmured, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder.
“Maybe I should spank you once a week, just to remind you.”
Lifting her head she stared at him, trying to find something to say, but her heart was racing and her brain had stopped working.
“What is it?” he frowned.
Lowering her head back down and holding him tightly, she let out a heavy breath.
“Clay,” she said, finally finding her voice, “where did all this come from? The whole, uh, spanking thing. Do you, uh, have you…done it…before?”
“Ah, I understand,” he said thoughtfully. “I think enjoyin’ control and bein’ controlled is inside us or it’s not, and we’ve just figured out we both like that. As far as doin’ it before? Only once, and it worked for me, like, really worked for me.”
“Do you miss her?”
“I don’t miss her, but I’m realizin’ now, I sure miss what I did with her. You’ve sparked it in me, Crystal. When I pulled you over my knee last night I’d been thinkin’ about it for a while.”
“What if I’d gotten crazy, what if I’d had a different reaction?”
“If you’d been real upset, I would’ve stopped, of course. I admit I knew I was rollin’ the dice, but I’m real glad I did,” he smiled.
“Me too,” she sighed.
“What about you? Have you ever had anyone tie you up or spank you before?”
“No, never.”
“Have you ever thought about it?”
“Kind of,” she breathed.
“I figured you might say that,” he said, giving her a squeeze.
“This is making me all trembly.”
“Maybe you’re gettin’ all trembly ‘cos you’re hungry. I should put the chicken in the oven. It’ll take a while to cook.�
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“I never want to leave this bed. The storm outside, cuddling with you, it’s perfect. You’re probably right though. Not about me being trembly because I’m hungry,” she said quickly, “but that the chicken will take a while.”
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go put it in the oven and you wait right here.”
“And when you get back, then what?”
“Then we’ll play it by ear,” he winked.
Lowering his head he kissed her languidly then climbed from the bed, and as she watched him pull on his boxers and amble from the room, she yawned and stretched, and looked at her surroundings. There was a generously sized fireplace with an impressive oak mantle, and as she stared at it she wondered why it wasn’t lit. The room was decorated in muted browns and cream, with blown up photographs of horses and ranch scenes on the caramel walls, and a collection of equine bronzes were interspersed with books on an impressive bookcase against one wall.
“I made us some hot chocolate,” he announced as he wandered back in.
“You just made a perfect day more perfect,” she sighed, “and there might be one more thing to finish it off.”
“Oh, yeah? And what might that be?” he asked, setting their mugs on the nightstand next to her.
“A fire,” she replied pointing to the fireplace.
“That’s easy,” he grinned, and opening the nightstand drawer he pulled out a remote control, and pushing a button set the flames to life.
“Why didn’t you have it on before?”
“I thought about it, but I was worried you might think it presumptuous.”
“Presumptuous?” she giggled, picking up her mug. “That’s a big word for a cowboy.”
“And that’s a mighty brave thing for a girl to say who’s gonna feel my hand slappin’ her butt” he chuckled.
“Oh, my gosh,” she mumbled. “That just made my stomach flip.”
“Good to know,” he remarked, climbing on to the bed beside her.
“Are those photographs your ranch?”
“Yep. That’s Parker Farms. My grandaddy started it. Have you ever ridden?”
“No, never,” she yawned. “I think horses are amazing though. They’re so noble.”
“I have a real sweet gelding you can sit on.”
“Me, sit on a horse?”
“Five minutes and you’ll be gallopin’ around the place like a pro.”
“Of course I will,” she laughed, taking a gulp of her drink then yawning again. “I don’t know why I’m suddenly so tired.”
“I bet you didn’t sleep much last night, worried about coming over here.”
“Uh, no, not really.”
“Finish your chocolate and we can take a quick nap if you’d like.”
“I would. I’d like that very much,” she nodded.
Downing the last of the delicious drink she put her mug back on the nightstand, and stretching out she rolled her body into his. Moments later he was laying alongside her, encircling her in his arms.
“Mmm, this is heaven,” she sighed closing her eyes.
“Yep, sure is,” he agreed. “I’m real glad you’re here, baby.”
He’d not called her by the affectionate term before, and the softness of his voice, and the comforting tone it carried, washed over her like a gust of warm air.
“Me too,” she breathed.
CHAPTER SIX
They dozed peacefully, the drumbeat of the rain a soothing melody. A sporadic clap of thunder, like an unexpected clang of a symbol, was the only thing that prevented Crystal from falling into a deep sleep. When Clay shifted, lazily stretching, she put his arm around his waist and hugged him tightly.
“I’d better check how things are goin’ in the kitchen,” he muttered.
“No. Sorry. I refuse to let you leave,” she murmured sleepily.
“I’m bigger than you.”
“No fair.”
“That’s life,” he chuckled sitting up.
“May I use your bathroom?”
“Of course. It’s right through that door. Feel free to take a shower if you want.”
“Really? I would, thanks.”
“Clean towels are in the first cabinet on the right,” he said giving her a quick cuddle before slipping from the bed. “By the time you’re done lunch should be ready.”
“Mmm, I still don’t want you to leave,” she moaned.
“We can always come on back,” he winked.
“That helps, yes, that definitely helps!”
He pulled on his clothes, then leaned across the bed and gave her a quick kiss.
“Don’t keep me waitin’,” he winked. “You know what could happen.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she giggled.
She watched him amble from the room before slipping out from under the blanket, and grabbing her shirt she carried it into the bathroom. It was as impressive as the rest of the house, with dark brown granite counters and beige tile with a thick chocolate brown rug covering almost the entire floor. It felt soft and warm under her feet, and stepping into the stall she turned on the faucets. The hot water sprang forth almost immediately, a welcome contrast to the house she’d rented. The hot water took forever to move through the pipes and into her bathroom, and as she washed off she couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt.
This is totally weird. I’m actually taking a shower here. I never do this. It must be him. He’s made me feel so at home. So bizarre. Of course arriving with a poor, drenched, lost dog was a helluva a distraction. I’m so glad I found the poor thing. What a miracle.
In the kitchen, Clay had pulled the chicken from the oven, popped the cornbread in to warm, and was heating the sauce in the microwave. The mixed green salad in the large wooden bowl was already on the table with the pepper mill beside it. Clay enjoyed puttering around his kitchen and often had friends over for dinner. He wasn’t a great cook, but he had a few specialities, and on the nights he wanted company but knew he wouldn’t have time to prepare the meal, he had no qualms about ordering in. Over the last decade Whitefish had become a popular vacation spot, and one of the outcomes was the influx of some excellent eateries. It had been a while though, since he’d had the pleasure of being alone in the house with just a woman for company, and he couldn’t remember enjoying it quite so much. Crystal was suddenly becoming special, very special.
“That smells amazing.”
Looking up he saw her standing in the doorway, her blonde hair brushed and fresh pink gloss coating her lips, and he noticed for the first time how her aqua shirt brought out the green in her eyes. Wiping his hands on a dry dishtowel he moved across and hugged her.
“I hope you like it, but I can’t take any credit.”
“You can’t? But you made it.”
“My mom made the sauce and the cornbread. I just marinated the chicken and put it in the oven. All I have to do is take it out and lay it in a serving dish.”
“Can I help?”
“In a minute you can take the basket of cornbread and the gravy boat into the dining room,” he replied, releasing her and walking back to the kitchen island.
She watched him use stainless steel tongs to take the chicken pieces from the baking dish and place them in a deep bowl, then pull the gravy boat from the microwave and the cornbread from the oven.
“You’ve done this before,” she remarked.
“I have,” he nodded, dropping the squares of cornbread into a basket. “There. Done. Oops, almost forgot the honey butter. This I did make, so praise or criticism is welcome.”
“How did you learn to do this?” she asked, picking up the basket and gravy boat as he opened the refrigerator and retrieved his special butter.
“I have two brothers, and all three of us had to help prepare the meals. Mom said she wasn’t gonna be around forever and we needed to know our way around a kitchen.”
“What a great thing,” Crystal remarked.
“I think we’re good to go,” he declared, placing the honey butter in t
he cornbread basket and picking up the large bowl containing the chicken. “Now that I think about it, I’ve noticed your kitchen has always looked a bit, what’s the word?”
“Neglected?” she laughed. “There’s a reason I’ve never invited you over for dinner. I can make, let’s see, scrambled eggs on toast, what else…oh, I know. I can bake. I do have a flair for making cookies and cakes when the spirit moves me.”
“Then next time you come over I’ll expect dessert,” he said leading her into the dining room.
“Wow, it’s really coming down,” she remarked, glancing across at the windows.
The dining room was open to the living room, and her eyes dropped to the dog fast asleep in front of the fire.
“He’s dead to the world,” Clay remarked following her gaze.
“He is,” she agreed. “I’ll bet he’s going to be a terrific dog. Do you think he’s some kind of lab mix?”
“With that honey colored long hair I’d guess a mix of lab and golden retriever, maybe some shepherd mixed in. Hmm, now that I’m think about it, I’m not sure how I’m gonna do this.”
“What do you mean?” she asked as she put a large piece of chicken on her plate, along with some cornbread and salad.
“I wanna drop him off at my vet first thing in the mornin’, but I have to work and I don’t know how long I’m gonna be. I wasn’t plannin’ on coming back here ’til mid-week. I sure don’t want him sittin’ in the vet’s office for two days.”
“I can pick him up and take care of him. I’d absolutely love to do that,” she said excitedly.
“You don’t mind? That’d be great. Can you keep him until I come back? I’m thinking Wednesday. Tuesday night I have a dinner meetin’.”
“Sure,” she nodded, then a sudden frown crossed her face. “I just remembered, dammit, my lease says no pets. When I rented the house the owner was very clear about that. No pets, no exceptions.”
“Damn,” Clay muttered, then after a long thoughtful pause, he added, “how would you feel about stayin’ here?”
“Really? Are you kidding?”
“Nope, not kiddin’,” he replied, realizing he would like nothing better than to have her babysit his new dog in his home. “I know it’s probably inconvenient, but it’s gonna be real tough gettin’ back here before the vet closes, and then I’d have to take him back with me, and he’d be alone in my home on the ranch all day.”
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