by BJ Wane
“Then we’re clear. Are we done? I’m hungry and I’ll bet the diner has a huge steak with my name on it.”
She gaped at him in surprise. “How on earth can you be hungry?”
“Sex, darlin’. I’m always starving after a good orgasm.”
“I wouldn’t know,” she mumbled, thinking of her own needs and how he denied them.
“Ah, poor baby. Feeling neglected?”
She leveled another glare at him, which only made him smile wider. “I shouldn’t have let you have any goodies. You didn’t deserve them. Now, help me clean up if you want your steak some time before midnight.” As he wrapped his arms around her, she leaned into him for his thorough kiss.
“Oh, I definitely want my steak before then. I’m not through with you tonight and I’ll need the protein.” With a swat to her ass she felt through her clothes, he added, “Come on. We’ll get this place cleaned up in no time.”
Forty-five minutes later the kitchen sparkled, Cassie had packed enough clothes and toiletries for a few days, washed up, and now sat in the small family-owned diner down the street from her bakery. Her first time in the fifties-era café, she enjoyed the Elvis Presley oldie, ‘Jailhouse Rock’ reverberating from the jukebox, the homey, classic red and white checked tablecloths and scenic black and white pictures of Bear Creek. The tantalizing aroma of grilled burgers and steaks had her stomach growling, reminding her she missed lunch today.
After ordering the chicken fried steak special, she glanced across their small table at Marc, her mouth going dry at the sizzling look in his eyes, a look that stirred a different hunger in her and had her eager to get going. The past two weeks without seeing him followed by their heated encounter in her kitchen left her frustrated in more ways than one.
“Tell me about your lodge,” she said, yearning to learn more about what he had been doing since they last saw each other. The more she knew about him, the easier it would be to learn where she stood with him.
“It’s similar to any other mountain vacation lodge. We have fifteen separate cabins we rent out year round and offer different activities depending on the season.”
“I saw some of the activities you offer.” Her smile teased, but she wondered if that was the norm for him and Jack.
“You mean Morgan and Jack’s engagement party? That was a private gathering with a few of our closest friends. We do cater to BDSM groups from all over and reserve certain time slots for them and equip the cabins and club room accordingly as well as planning outdoor activities in the warmer weather. Other times, our guests are families wanting a vacation in the mountains.”
The young waitress returned with their salads, her eyes on Marc as she leaned closer to him than necessary to set his bowl down. “Ranch dressing, right?”
“Right, darlin’. Thank you.”
Hating the irrational stab of jealousy poking her, Cassie mustered up a polite expression, thanked her for the salad then resumed their conversation, ignoring Marc’s knowing look. “You must stay busy. Are you booked now?”
“You want to know what kind of group we have checked in this week? Just regular folks. But we have a small BDSM group coming in next weekend. I’ll expect you to attend the gatherings if you’re not working,” he warned her, letting her know up front what she was getting into.
“As long as I’m with you, that’s fine by me. I mean that.”
Their food arrived and their conversation turned to mundane topics until it was time to go. After instructing her to follow him, Marc led the way out of town and back to Bear Creek Lodge. The possessive look that crossed her face when Darla flirted with him pleased him more than it should have, more than he wanted. Between that response and picturing some of the outdoor activities he’d like to indulge in with her had him impatient to get inside her again.
Morgan’s soft cries following the distinct sound of slapping flesh greeted them as he ushered her into the loft. Grinning at the blush creeping over her face, he led her to his bedroom. “Bathroom’s there,” he said, pointing to his left. “You’ve got five minutes.”
A little nervous, a lot excited, Cassie wasted no time using the facilities, eager to get naked with him again. Their quick fuck two weeks ago had been thrilling, but she longed for skin to skin contact. The burgundy and navy color scheme she noted in his bedroom carried through into the large bathroom with its double sink vanity and glass-enclosed walk-in shower. Her body quickened as she pictured the two of them together under the multiple showerheads. She hadn’t expected him to welcome her with open arms, but his reluctance to take up with her again, have her in his personal space made it difficult to keep a positive attitude. Leaving the bathroom, she swore she’d make the most out of whatever time he gave her.
His back was to her as he rummaged inside an oak armoire so she took a quick look around his room, her bare feet sinking into plush wine carpeting she knew would be warm in the winter months. Floor-to-ceiling windows bracketed the four-poster king-size bed that dominated the room. Two wide, overstuffed armchairs sat facing a large screen television on the opposite side of the bed, but it was the floor-to-ceiling mirrors covering the other wall that held her attention.
Marc turned, his eyes meeting her wide-eyed look in the mirror. “I like to watch and I want you to see yourself as I do.”
His simple, direct statement did nothing to ease the tight ball of tension knotting her stomach. “I don’t think I’d like that,” she replied with just as much candor.
“But if I tell you to watch in the mirror, you’ll do it, won’t you, Cassie?”
Spoken with soft authority, his words were more of an order than a question, one she wouldn’t rock the shaky boat they were in over. “Yes, sir.”
“Thank you. Now, strip.”
Cassie removed her clothes under his watchful eyes and by the time she stood naked before him, her nipples had puckered into tight, pointed peaks and her bare folds glistened with arousal she couldn’t hide. His vivid green eyes took in every inch of her before he patted the turned-down bed.
“Hop up, darlin’, and lie in the middle.”
Her few concerns flew the coop when he straddled her body and raised her right arm to attach a wrist cuff before doing the same to her left. When he ordered her to spread her legs, she couldn’t help but look down her quivering body and note the embarrassing way her folds separated along with her legs, revealing the pink wet flesh of her vagina. After he attached cuffs around each ankle, leaving her spread-eagled and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, he picked up the other pillow.
“Lift your hips.”
His calm instructions brooked no argument and, as before, she found herself grateful for his take-charge attitude. All she had to do was obey and enjoy the thrill it gave her.
Tucking the pillow under her buttocks, he then sat back and viewed his handiwork. Responding to his heated look, her stiff nipples pointed straight up, the soft mounds of her breasts laying softly on her chest. Her long, slender legs lay sprawled wide, her hips elevated, putting her mound on prominent display, her breath quickening when he stared with frank openness at her pink, glistening flesh.
Running one finger down her seam, a small grin tugged at his lips. “Cassie, darlin’, if you don’t quit biting your lip, I’ll be forced to punish you.”
Cassie released her lip, her still sore buttocks clenching in protest. Sucking in a deep breath, she watched him dip his head and take a slow lick up the middle of her slit. Unprepared for the searing heat of instant pleasure, she strained against her bonds in a vain attempt to get closer to him, her hips jerking against his mouth.
With a sigh, Marc moved back and shook his head at her. “I see you’re not going to behave.” Reaching over the side of the bed, he drew out a middle strap and tightened it over her hips, right above her bare mound. “There, now you have to lie still and take whatever I dish out.”
“I need to move,” she protested without thought. “I need to… ouch!” The sudden sting from his
sharp slap on the bare flesh of her labia cut off her words and her breath.
“I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you when I’m ready and not before. Now, where was I?” Settling between her legs again, he used his thumbs to spread her pink-tinged folds further apart, fully exposing her.
Combined embarrassment and arousal had her whimpering as he dipped his dark head and soothed the burn from his slap with his tongue before delving inside her. Her first instinct to arch against his marauding mouth met with restraint and sent her arousal soaring. She remembered a similar response when they were together in Omaha, a response she searched for and couldn’t find when she returned to that club and agreed to be tutored by Master Greg. Shoving aside memories she wanted to forget, she let her mind and body drift on the pleasure of Master Marc’s mouth.
The touch of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, and the nibble of his teeth on the bare skin of her pussy sent her into a storm of ecstasy unlike anything she’d experienced before. It shocked her how much more she could feel without hair and vowed she’d keep herself denuded if this was the reward she got for the pain of waxing. She turned her head from the carnal picture of his face between her tethered thighs, only to encounter the shocking, equally carnal image of herself in the mirror with her hips elevated, all the focus on her uplifted mound. Slamming her eyes shut, she ceased to think as he assaulted her with his tongue, his fingers joining in the fray inside her to bring her to a fever pitch. Stroking that one spot sure to set her off, he rooted out her clit with his lips, drawing on the tight knot of nerves with deep suction. Unable to fight the dual assault, a cry slipped past her compressed lips, her body shaking with repeated, strained attempts to move against him. Small tremors heralding an impending climax rippled through her, built to tight clutches when he inched a finger into her anus. Before she could go over into a full-blown orgasm, he inched back, releasing her clit as he pulled with torturous slowness from her body to leave her shaking in frustration.
“Damn it, Marc, quit teasing me,” she cried out and then realized her mistake when he frowned at her. “I mean, sir. I’m sorry, just, please….”
Marc couldn’t get mad at her. With her flushed face and labored breathing from frustration, her poor bottom lip would not last if he didn’t give her relief soon. Discovering she was as responsive as he remembered was both heady and disconcerting as it made keeping his emotions out of the equation more difficult.
“Nice save. Trust me, I’ll give you what you need.” Dipping his head, he resumed his feast, tasting her on his tongue as he licked, fingered, and nibbled on her flesh until she came close again before pulling back. He brought her right to the edge of climax over and over again, stopping before she could crest that hill. Her ass was tight, but he worked in another finger, and the way she clamped around them told him she enjoyed anal play.
Releasing her clit once again, he glanced up at her soft cry. Tears of frustration and need streaked her cheeks, tugging at his conscience. Dipping his head, he latched onto her clit again, suckling with hard pulls of his lips and pressure from his tongue while he finger fucked both orifices with deep hard strokes. Her walls clamped around his fingers in a slick vise when he nipped the small bundle of nerves, his mouth filling with her cream as she climaxed. The tight press of his cock against his zipper had him cursing for being so eager to torment her he didn’t think to strip before lying down with her.
Her orgasm went on and on, her screams echoing in the room as she convulsed under him. He struggled to bring her down slow and easy, licking her sheath with long, slow strokes as he slipped his fingers from her vagina and anus. Kissing her soft folds then her bare mound, he moved up to her waist where he paused to release the strap before continuing up to her breasts. Giving each nipple a soft kiss, he continued his journey to take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
Cassie’s lips clung to his, tasting her climax as she shook from her explosive reaction. She had never come like that before and she wasn’t sure she would survive it if it happened again. Marc was the only man she had ever allowed to give her oral sex. After she fled from him, she had struggled to find herself and her sexuality. Rick liked different positions, but was a very reserved man and happy with conventional sex. When she had finally given in to her memories and had sought a dom to prepare her to return to Marc, she’d been desperate to find answers for herself. But even after Master Greg had agreed to tutor her, she hadn’t allowed him that pleasure. She wanted to keep something just for Marc, a sacrifice she didn’t know if he’d appreciate, but now she was glad she had made it.
“You have too many clothes on, master,” she told him with an impish grin when his lips released hers.
“Yes, I do.” Marc rose, stripped off his jeans then reached for a condom off the bedside table until she shook her head at him.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you don’t want to use that.”
He hesitated then slipped the condom on before releasing her ankles and settling between her thighs again. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t fuck bareback, ever.”
“I understand.” No doubt they had work to do in the trust department, she thought, then ceased to think at all when he entered her in one smooth thrust.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Marc ordered, his tone brusque with impatience and the deep desire to pass on his cardinal rule and feel her silken walls caressing his bare shaft. Thrusting into her, he took her with deep, hard strokes that built to relentless pounding, pleasure swamping him from head to toe.
Cassie clutched his hips with her legs, locking her ankles on his lower back as she met him stroke for stroke. Unbelievably, she felt the pulses of another orgasm starting and when he reached up and released her arms, she clasped his muscled shoulders and rode out the storm with him. His hard, naked body felt so good against her, his breath hot and heavy in her ear as they strained together to reach a simultaneous climax that left them both damp and spent.
* * *
“I take it you’ve had a change of heart,” Jack greeted Marc the next morning as he poured himself a cup of coffee and eyed his friend and partner over the rim.
“It’s more complicated than that.” Early morning sunlight poured in from the windows on the far wall, bathing the great room in a swath of light as Marc flipped pancakes while listening for Cassie to rouse. She had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep last night, but he hadn’t been so lucky. The threat of this stalker had decided the issue of whether he would give in to her request to pick up where they left off before she ran out on him. To both his surprise and irritation, he discovered his feelings still ran too deep for him to turn his back on her. “Scott called me yesterday after Cassie had shown him a note she got in the mail from a stalker. There’s no way I would let her handle that alone.”
Jack frowned at his combative tone. “You don’t have to justify your involvement to me. I of all people know how difficult it is to stay away from a woman you want, one your body wars with your mind over. Hell, if you hadn’t nudged me in Morgan’s direction and she hadn’t pushed me from the other end, I’d probably still be just a friend.”
“Instead of fuck buddies?”
Jack returned his smile. “That’s my soon-to-be wife you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, and she’d go for the fuck buddy term without blinking an eye. Where is she?”
“Outside drawing. Said something about catching the sunrise. We heard you and Cassie when you came in. You must’ve wore her out more than I did Morgan. Is she going to be staying here, then, where it’ll be safer?”
He stacked the pancakes on a warm plate before pouring more batter on the griddle. “Yes, but the minx refused to come as my guest. She would only agree if she was in my bed, figuratively and literally.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “She blackmailed you? Did you set her straight?”
“I showed her I didn’t like ultimatums, but, between you and me, I was glad she forced the issue, taking the decision out of my hands.”
It still rankled, but he had to concede it simplified things for now.
“You’re just as affected by her now as you were two years ago.”
“Yeah, it seems like it.”
Marc frowned, wondering why Cassie was the only woman he had ever met who could affect him with such strong emotions. They had only known each other on a personal level for days, yet he felt as if he had known her for years. He knew she bit her bottom lip when nervous or unsure about something. She turned a delightful shade of pink when he embarrassed her, bright red when aroused, and when she came her soft voice turned throaty, loud when she screamed. In between scenes, he would sit and talk with her, giving her time to adjust and come down from the ultimate highs she wasn’t used to. During those quiet times, he had discovered she loved omelets with spinach and feta cheese, hated mushrooms, and enjoyed an addiction to dark chocolate. She loved to read and took long walks when she needed time to think. Scott told him how she’d befriended Ed, the widowed mailman, and endeared herself to the town’s patrons with her warm smiles and welcoming presence. He knew he still wanted her and if anyone hurt her there was nowhere they could hide to avoid his wrath.
Jack slapped him on the back with a hearty laugh. “Welcome to my world. I’ll go call Morgan in.”
“I heard the shower come on, so I’ll tell Cassie breakfast’s ready.”
Cassie had just emerged from the bathroom dressed in a calf-length denim skirt and a sleeveless blue blouse when Marc entered the bedroom and her heart did that disconcerting flip at the sight of him. Jittery with morning-after nerves, she reminded herself this was what she wanted, what she had insisted upon.
“Good morning, darlin’. Sleep well?”