by Vonna Harper
Then Kade got out of his truck and she knew work had little to do with her shift in focus. She’d seen a few stallions walk like that—sure, proud, confident. Most unneutered male horses lived ruled by their sexuality and often became unmanageable, but some proudly accepted what set them apart from the geldings. Even when brought to stud, they retained a measure of dignity. Their strength and restraint calmed the mares, resulting in a well-orchestrated breeding instead of a frenzy of hooves, teeth, muscle and cock.
“You don’t want to leave,” Kade said as he positioned himself in front of her.
She should have stood, done something to decrease his impact on her senses. “I haven’t decided,” she evaded. “I don’t appreciate being given the kind of ultimatum he did.”
“You’re not going to change Rylan’s nature.”
“No, I’m not,” she agreed. She debated asking him to sit, but if she did, he might know how much power he had over her, power she didn’t want inflicted, did she? “Ah, what did you want to see me about?” Dumb, dumb, dumb.
“I’m not sure I can answer that.” He shifted position so his shins brushed her knees. “I haven’t touched a woman since the last time I saw you.”
Just like that—the rules have been laid down. “It didn’t have to be. I’m sure you could have had your pick of—”
“There weren’t any women where I was.”
“Too bad. I’m sorry you’re horny. And you think you can scratch your itch on me?”
“I want it to be more than that.”
Stop saying those things! Don’t you know I can’t think around you? “What do you mean by more?”
He didn’t respond but placed his hands on her chair arms and leaned toward her. He didn’t stop until scant inches separated their mouths. She could have turned aside. She would have if she hadn’t needed what he was offering.
“You understand what Rylan is proposing, don’t you?” he asked. “The job you’ve always wanted in exchange for being his sex slave.”
“I’m not interested.”
“In him or in the sex?”
His words trailed over her, heating her. She thought she understood verbal foreplay, but Kade changed the rules. Hell, he created his own. “Neither,” she belatedly replied.
“Are you sure? I’ve seen you turned on. You’re a sexual creature.”
“With a brain,” she retorted. “If he thinks he can control me because he pays my salary, he’s mistaken.”
“Are you going to tell him that?”
How did Kade expect her to think with him standing over her and challenging her with his sexuality? “I shouldn’t have to,” she finally came up with. “If he can’t figure it out on his own, I can’t help him.”
“It isn’t that easy, Maita.” Leaning closer, he began what she thought would be a kiss. But after touching his lips to hers, he closed his teeth over her lower lip and drew it into his mouth. Instantly, all argument, all discussion faded from her mind. She wanted one thing on this earth—him. To belong to him again.
“You can’t switch off your sexuality that easily,” he said after releasing her. He continued to loom over her. “You’re ruled by what’s between your legs.”
“How can you say that!” she demanded. Even as she threw the words at him, she felt herself heat there. If he touched her cunt, no way could she hide her reaction. “Damn it, Kade, just because you’ve become an expert in whatever the hell it is you do doesn’t mean all women are wired to respond in the same way.” She gave fleeting thought to getting to her feet and ordering him to leave. Instead, she licked her lips and struggled not to look down at the juncture to his legs.
“No,” he said, not moving an inch, “all women aren’t built the same. But once the layer of civilization is stripped away, one thing remains—their sexuality.”
She glared at him but couldn’t think of a single word to throw at him.
“You want me to demonstrate?” he asked. He straightened and brought his features back into focus. Damn! Everything about him served as a challenge to her sanity. “A little test?”
“What…kind of test?”
* * * * *
Stupid, stupid, stupid, she kept silently repeating. Unfortunately, even as the words echoed inside her, she stood in her bedroom like some damn dumb animal being led to slaughter while Kade handcuffed her hands behind her. She didn’t ask why he’d brought cuffs with him, neither did she ask what he had in mind.
Once the cuffs were in place, Kade turned her so she could see her reflection in the dresser mirror. He’d already removed her blouse but had left her bra in place. Her eyes had a trapped look—and more. At first she denied the other message, then gave in. Give me the ride of my life, she read in her reflection. Take me places I’ve never been before.
“Sit on the edge of your bed,” Kade ordered.
“What are you—”
“Sit! Now!”
Shaking, she did as he ordered. As soon as she’d sunk into the mattress, he knelt before her and lifted first one leg and then the other so he could remove her boots and socks.
“Stand.”
“Kade, what—”
“Stand!”
Mouth dry but another area of her anatomy in a decidedly different condition, she complied.
“Now,” he said, his tone a mix of calm and command, “you are going to remove your jeans and panties.”
“How can I? My hands—”
“No arguing! You will do as I order!” He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Your braid’s your undoing. As long as I hold it, I can make you do anything.”
“Kade!”
“Listen to me! You still have a lot to learn about what’s required of you.”
“And if I don’t want?”
“You won’t know until you’ve experienced it. This is how you’ll truly discover what’s required of a submissive. You’re teetering on the edge, wanting to step over but afraid.”
“No!”
“Yes.” He forced her to arch her neck even more. At the same time, he pulled her bra up over her breasts. “Are you going to obey, or am I going to have to force you?”
She already felt forced enough, thank you very much. Besides, truth was, she could hardly wait to see what he had planned. The cuffs allowed for some play between her hands, and although she had to contort her body this way and that to accomplish her goal, once he let go of her braid, she managed to unzip her jeans. She became something of a stripper as she slowly worked the fabric over her hips, then wriggled and turned until they were bunched around her ankles. Sitting again, she pushed them all the way off with her toes. By then she felt divorced from her anatomy—except for the heat between her legs.
The whole time, he’d stood a few feet away, watching.
“Now the panties.”
No more cloth against my crotch. Open to him. Accessible.
Unable to think beyond those flashes of comprehension, she sent the pale blue panties along the same path her jeans had taken.
“Sit down—on the chair.”
The only chair in the small room was better suited for a dining room because it was wooden with a straight back and legs with no cushion. She started to plant her ass on the hard seat, but Kade grabbed her arms and positioned them so they were behind the back rest.
“What are—” she started to ask but stopped when he glared at her. She’d tried not to think about the lengths of rope he’d brought into the room, but when he selected one and stepped behind her, nothing else mattered. Although she couldn’t see what he was doing, she had no doubt of his intention. Using movements that put her in mind of an experienced calf roper, he ran a rope from her wrists down to the rear leg stretcher.
“I could gag you,” he informed her when he’d finished. “And I might. Never lose sight of that. The moment you say something I don’t want to hear, I’ll silence you.”
Silent. Helpless. But because Kade offered something far different from what had once been force
d on the child she’d been, she nodded.
“Good. I suggest you speak only when I give you permission, but sometimes it might not be possible. Next, legs spread.”
Spread. Her cunt accessible. She shook as she complied by hooking her feet around the chair legs. Her tremors kicked up a notch when he tied her in place. As long as she remained still, the ropes around her ankles didn’t chafe, but she had to stay on her toes for comfort.
“A compliant little sex slave, aren’t you?” He unceremoniously stroked her labia. “A hungry bitch willing to do whatever her master orders.” His fingers slid over her slit. As if rewarding the invasion, she felt her cunt let down, bathing him.
“Doesn’t take much to get you going, does it,” he observed. For a length of time she couldn’t define, he stroked, caressed, sometimes probed. Her entire pussy belonged to him.
No, she acknowledged from deep inside the sensual world he’d spun over her, more than her pussy had given itself up to him. She’d surrendered her freedom, her voice, certainly her dignity to this man when she’d never believed that possible. At the same time, he’d freed her from her past.
And her body screamed for more.
“I’ll be back,” he said abruptly.
Belatedly comprehending that he no longer had his hand on her, she straightened as best she could and stared. The little room was empty. He’d left her alone and helpless, spread-eagled and hot.
Kade! Don’t leave me like this! I need—
She’d been about to admit she needed sex, but with her cunt now untouched and unstimulated, she saw herself as he must—as anyone who came in would. She’d allowed herself to be turned into an object. She’d become little more than a dripping sex organ.
Damn, damn, damn! What a compliant little slut he’s turned you into.
Still, when he returned, she would have launched herself into his arms if she could have. He’d removed his shirt and jeans. His straining cock remained hidden if obvious beneath his briefs. His hands were behind him, holding something.
“I’ve been exploring,” he said. “And I found something, actually several somethings.” With a flourish, he held out her assortment of vibrators. “I haven’t tested the batteries, but I’m guessing you know which ones are in operating order. Decision time, my little slave. Which is your favorite?”
Which one do you want me to use on you, she heard. Her vision blurred. She saw smears of silver, pink, black, everything from a compact bullet to a simulated penis. “I, ah, the blue pearlescent one,” she managed.
“Ah, because of the nub on the end—an efficient probe made for contact with your clit.”
Don’t make me think— Oh god, touch me with it and I’ll—
“Interesting because I initially would have made the same choice.” Although she didn’t need a demonstration, he placed the metallic nub against hers and turned it on. Sensation slammed into her. Trying to watch him and lose herself in pleasure at the same time splintered her.
“However—” He silenced the vibrator. “I found something I like even better.”
“Kade, please!” She lifted her buttocks off the seat in a desperate effort to present herself to him.
“Patience!”
He again went into the bathroom, and she thought she’d explode while waiting for him. The longer he was gone, the more she believed he was doing this on purpose, drawing out the suspense until she’d do anything for him. Her so-called uncle had once played the same game by withdrawing what passed for affection from him to say nothing of food and sleep until she complied. The difference between then and now, she told herself, was that she hadn’t wanted to do what she had so long ago.
But, damn it, admitting she was ruled by her need for stimulation and satisfaction unsettled her. She’d spent so many years and so much effort building her self-esteem and self-respect. And now she was throwing it away, handing herself over to a man she didn’t understand.
She sensed his presence before her eyes focused. His pace was slow, and his gaze remained, not on her naked and accessible body, but her face. When he again stood close enough to easily touch her everywhere, he showed her his latest possession.
“I’m not surprised you have this,” he said of the muscle massager she sometimes relied on after a particularly rough day. “It goes with the lifestyle, doesn’t it?”
“Lifestyle?”
“Not bondage if that’s what you’re thinking.” He laid the vibrator on the chair between her legs.
She struggled not to gape at it. “I—wasn’t. I’ve never—”
“Never used it on your pussy?”
“No.”
“Good. I want this to be your first time.” Leaving her, he went to a low table where she’d set up her stereo system. He unplugged the extension cord from the stereo and brought it, still connected to the wall socket, back with him. He let her see him plug the massager into the cord. “Believe me, by the time I’m done, you’ll wonder why you waited.”
Picking up the massager, he turned it on. A quiet humming filled the air and assaulted her senses. She knew what he intended to do with it. Still, when he touched it to her mons, she tried to escape by pushing herself against the back of the chair and closing her legs as much as the ankle ropes would allow. She fought the impact on her sex by holding her breath.
“It won’t work, Maita,” Kade informed her. He increased the pressure. “There isn’t a woman alive who can stop her body from reacting. It’s instinct, physical, animal.”
Animal. She’d seen more than her share of brood mares with their tails high in the air, vaginas dripping, flinging their heads at the sky and prancing on nervous hooves. Their excitement had filled the air with energy and sent an unmistakable message to any stallions in the area.
Sucking in desperately needed air, Maita surrendered to sensation. Head back and legs again splayed, she felt imprisoned by movement. Kade was right—the massager produced a punch her vibrators had only hinted it. When using them, she’d had to work and encourage her vagina before she could hope to orgasm. Even with fresh batteries, she’d had to resort to fantasy by imagining herself in the arms of some hunk with an oversized cock. But the massager…god, she could be half-dead and she’d still respond!
The moment he slid it from her mons to the entrance to her sex, her cunt muscles started clenching. She knew nothing beyond reaction, beyond this breakneck race to a climax.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she chanted. “I can’t take, can’t take—”
“Yes, you can. You’re going to.”
All right, she silently agreed. I surrender. Bring it on.
He did or maybe all credit lay with the muscle relaxer. Now she fought her bonds, not because she wanted freedom, but because she couldn’t remain still. Arching her spine but keeping her legs apart, she rose a few inches off the chair. When her spine couldn’t handle the strain anymore, she collapsed.
But the massager kept after her, pushing her to the edge and beyond.
The climax rolled out of and over her, waves going on and on. She heard herself scream. The cry, like her climax, seemed endless.
“Breathe,” Kade ordered. “Breathe.”
She did. At least she thought she did. Her head cleared enough to realize he hadn’t freed her from assault. Even more overwhelming, he kicked up the massager’s power. Her climax reached a new level. She was drowning, a small creature caught in a hurricane.
“No, no, no.”
“Yes.”
Because he controlled everything, she rode this new wave. Electricity burned throughout her. Her pussy became an out-of-control monster, pleasure and pain swirling together as one.
“Please, please, please.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Yes!”
“What will you do for me then?”
“Anything! Anything.” She whimpered the last.
“All right. Don’t fight. Just experience.”
Feeling as if she’d been struck with a cattle prod,
she somehow latched onto his words. Because she had no control over her muscles anyway, she hadn’t tried to fight the assault. Now she stopped thinking, stopped trying to anticipate, to keep from dying. Instead, she rocked to the ecstasy-waves and became them. She started grunting. Her cunt muscles continued to contract and release in waves, but they were becoming weaker. She felt wrapped in hues of gray and black.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she heard Kade say. “I’d never hurt you.”
She felt lightheaded. “I’m going to…”
Chapter Eleven
Kade untied Maita and half-carried, half-led her to her bed. He placed her in a sitting position so he could unfasten her bra then helped her lay down. Are you all right? he wanted to ask but self-doubt kept him silent. No, not self-doubt he amended as he brushed strands of hair back from her cheeks. Right now he pretty much hated himself.
Why? This was hardly the first time he’d forced an explosive and long-lasting climax from a woman. The others had admitted how much they loved the experience, and he couldn’t remember how many had asked for a repeat performance. Sometimes he accommodated them. Sometimes he didn’t.
But never before had he felt as if he’d been experiencing the same thing.
“Do you want to go to sleep?” he asked as he sat beside her. “I’ll leave you alone if you do.”
“No!” She grabbed his arm with unexpected strength. “Stay here.”
“I’d think you’d be glad to be rid of me.”
She shook her head and repositioned herself so she was on her side and looking up at him. “I’m afraid to be by myself, with myself.”
Not sure he understood what she was getting at, he unabashedly studied her. She looked so damn small around livestock. Even with her strong shoulders and muscled arms, her body was made for comforting. He might not think that if he didn’t know what she’d endured as a child, but he did.