Wild West Weekend

by C. R. Moss

  His hands sought and cupped her breasts. Delicate, solicitous, his thumbs brushed over her nipples. There was no harsh pinching or clamping of her breasts with sadistic toys. He was holding up to his word, making love to her, not using her, not just fucking her. The fact that he was present in the moment, utilizing only himself and his whole being, made the flames of her passion for him burn hotter.

  Dak’s mouth latched onto a hardened nub of a breast. She arched in response to his wonderful sucking, nipping and licking of the bud. Waves of liquid fire coursed through her as his tongue teased the tip of her areola. His hand caressed her other breast.

  She bent her back again when he switched and fastened his lips around the top of the other breast. He drew on the area, teasing the nipple with flicks of his tongue. While he suckled, his other hand probed the junction between her thighs. Thumb and forefinger stroked her slit again, tweaked her clit as the other digits slid into her canal, moving in and out. She thought she’d expire from the sweet agony he put her body through. He released her.

  Cool air at her slick pussy titillated her senses. Her hips hitched and a moment later Dak’s mouth fastened onto her. Euphoric tidal surges rolled through her body. His hands caressed her outer thighs and held onto her hips. He stroked his tongue within her, suckled on the sensitive area. Her pulse quickened, beating in fast response to the erotic sensations strumming the pleasure nerves of her body. She moaned and writhed, but he held fast to her hips and continued his assault. The touch of his tongue within the moist, heated fissure sent her mind whirring. The kiss of his lips on her clit made her hips buck. As he lapped and nipped the fine hairs of her pussy, he slid a couple of fingers into her canal. In and out they moved, alternating, tongue, then finger, finger, then tongue and sometimes both.

  She clutched the bed sheets as he continued kissing and suckling on her clit, differing his pressure. Varied groans and moans elicited from her. The satiny sheets were cool against her buttocks, his tongue hot in her canal, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed herself closer, encouraging his enthusiasm. After he laved her slit and her little rosette, he edged a finger into the tight rosette of her ass.

  She gasped at the unexpected intrusion, never thinking he’d be into that type of play. He put a hand on her hip, worked his tongue in her pussy and inserted the finger a bit further in. Several moments passed as he worked her pussy with his tongue and her ass with his finger. Waves of blissful fire billowed through her. She clutched and groped her breasts.

  He pulled from her and kneeled between her legs. His hands rested on her knees, fingers tracing lazy circles. She gazed up at him as she played with the hard nubs of her breasts. Gazing up at him, she was pleased to find his hooded, passion-filled eyes watching her intently. She wanted him inside her, connecting with her on a primal level where his soul could communicate with hers. “Got some condoms, big boy?”

  He nodded, rolled from her and pulled out a link of small packets from the nightstand. She took them from him.

  With tender care, she encompassed his cock with her hand and stroked it from base to tip, tightening her grip on the up-slide. Using her teeth, she ripped open a square, pulled out the latex sheath and covered his cock.

  Repositioning himself, he braced his hands on either side of her arms. His ready cock waited at her opening. “I love you, Catherine.”

  Again the feelings of comfort, home, love washed through her. Cassie gazed into his beautiful blues and, like she had when she was younger, knew she didn’t want to exist in a world that didn’t have Dakota in it. She wanted to be his. She wanted him to be her knight in shining fucking armor. “I love you, too, Dakota.”

  “Truly?” His eyes flickered with hope, anticipation… caution.

  The eagerness in his gaze and expression moved her. Dakota did want her, did love her. Her heart went out to him. No longer did she feel fearful of commitment, of what could happen. She did want him, did love him. “Truly.”

  “I’ve waited to hear that for a long, long time.”

  “Well, now you don’t have to wait any longer.” She brought his head down toward hers.

  Dak captured her mouth in a kiss that made her mind reel. He thrust in. The warmth of passion welled within her, sent tendrils of sensations up her torso and down her legs. She circled her hips, slowly undulated them, enjoying how he seemed to fill her, complete her. Her juices flowed. His thick shaft slid in and out. He removed himself, and she growled into his mouth. A tug of teeth to his lower lip alerted him to her displeasure. He chuckled and plunged back in. Her hips rose to meet him. She wanted him to touch her core, brand her. She knew he was the only one who could break her from her own issues. He delved in deeper.

  Cassie broke the kiss and pushed her head against the pillow. Sweat slicked her skin. His pants and gasps rasped in time with hers as they joined and separated in a heated frenzy. Each entry and exit increased the fire burning within her. She dug her nails into his back. Her body tensed as a spasm of warm ecstasy vibrated through her, sending her up the slow, steep hill of the sexual roller coaster ride. She neared the crest, anticipated the fast thrilling descent.

  He grunted and tensed. The coaster dipped and zoomed, making her breathless one moment and wanting to scream and call out his name the next. She rode the pleasurable waves of sexual satisfaction until they calmed. Soon after, he collapsed on top of her. She held him, rubbed his back.

  “You’re mine now,” he stated in firm assurance.

  For the first time in a long time, she sighed with joy over a man’s protectiveness and mumbled an agreement.

  Dak rolled off of her. He stroked her arm. “Are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow? Clothes to sleep in?”

  “I’m fine. I usually sleep in the nude so I don’t need to borrow anything. Thanks though.” She smiled.

  Cassie lay there, ready to fall asleep under her love’s ever watchful gaze, peaceful and content. The bed shifted. She watched him rise and stride across the room. Dak’s form and shadow snuck into the bathroom.

  The door clicked shut. Moments later, his deep voice droned in a monotone mumble.

  Curiosity piqued her interest. She waited patiently for him to return. After all, they still had things to discuss and to do.

  Chapter Nine

  The last thing Dak wanted was to leave his warm bed and the woman in it, but he could have sworn he kept hearing his cell phone buzzing. The irritating sound would keep him from sleeping, or enjoying another round of lovemaking, so he wrenched himself from the bed to take care of what ever needed fixing. He grabbed his robe from a nearby chair and wrapped it around himself.

  After retrieving the phone from his jeans, he went into the bathroom and clicked the door shut as quiet as he could. The phone flipped open, presenting the list of missed calls.

  Two from my buddy in Metro. That can’t be good. Please tell me my brother and wranglers didn’t get in trouble with the bachelorette party here or at the bar off the parkway and aren’t in jail. The timestamp showed the first had come in within the past half hour and the second a couple of minutes ago. He rubbed a hand over his face, sat on the edge of the tub, thinking that maybe he should have gone out with the group. Then he could have made sure the guys behaved themselves. His toes squished on the wet bathmat.

  The first message said there had been an accident out on the one sixty. A black Lexus had run another car off the road. The Lexus fled the scene, but the passenger in the second car wasn’t so lucky. Detective Davis said he was calling because he wanted to make sure neither vehicle was associated with the Double D.

  The second message that came in a few minutes later stated it was Kate, daughter of the owners of the Triple Horn, who was in the other car. She and her soon to be ex-husband Buck had a fight in town so she was on her way to see her mom. She was conscious and stable, being transported to the hospital.

  Dak was about to dial Hugh to see if he knew anything when his phone rang and noticed his wrangler’s number on
the screen. He answered, “Hugh, I was just about to call you. Davis said there was an accident?”

  “Yeah, good, maybe you’ll be able to tell me what the hell is going on. First a luxury car was scoping out our ranch, and now I’ve heard Kate’s been run off the road?”

  Dakota’s stomach tightened with the thought of someone hurting his family, friends or guests. He wondered if the incident on the road had anything to do with that shindig Kent mentioned. “I doubt the driver was scoping out our ranch. Kent mentioned the Bennetts were throwing a weekend bash. Maybe the car’s from their spread. Wish I could tell you something more concrete. Do you know if the rest of our guests are all right?”

  “Yep, everyone’s accounted for ‘cept Cassie, your brother and that drama gal, Bristol.”

  “I can’t say where Damon and Bristol are, but Cassie’s with me. When I get a chance, I’m gonna find out what happened. None of our neighbors or guests deserve to get hurt because some asshole is joy riding around.”

  “Is Kate okay? Do you know?”

  Dak wondered about the concern in Hugh’s voice for the woman, but then reminded himself that what Hugh did on his own time was his business. He just hoped his wrangler steered clear of Buck until the ink on the divorce decree was dry. “Last I heard, she was alive and on the way to SHH.” Dak started straightening up the room. He picked up and folded Cassie’s clothes. “Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

  “Yeah, right?”

  He smiled at the obvious sound of Hugh’s relief. “Listen, I’ll catch up with you later in the morning. Hopefully, I’ll have more of an idea of what’s really going on then.” Dak disconnected the call and stepped out of the bathroom. He laid Cassie’s clothes on the counter between the bathroom and closet and put his phone back in his jeans.

  He gazed at the woman in his bed staring back at him. She was silhouetted by the glow of the moonlight streaming in his windows. Thank God he was with her and not out on the road. It pained him that a visitor to the city, another ranch or home in the area who’d had too much alcohol and gone out for a joy ride could have hurt anyone he loved.

  The ranch owners and families in the area were responsible, good people. How they let someone under the influence off their property, if that was the case, puzzled him.

  “Everything all right Dakota?”

  “Yeah.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “There was an accident out on the one sixty, but the drivers are okay.”

  “Wow. Glad to know they’re all right.” She tilted her head, studied him. “How many robes do you have?”

  “Robes? I’ve only got this one. Why?”

  “Because we’re going out.” She bounded from the bed, yanking off the flat sheet at the same time.

  “Going out?”

  “Yeah.” It took her several tries, but she wrapped the slippery black sheet around her toga style. “Grab me a belt will you?”

  “Okay,” he drew the word out as if cautious about what ideas were running through her head. He strolled to the closet, chose a thin belt and tossed it to her. “I can’t say I remember wanting to go anywhere, but I’m up for whatever you have in mind.”

  “Great! We’ll need to bring the condoms and bandana or two along, as well.” Cassie looped the belt around her. “I mean, I have toys in my cabin, but I don’t want to waste time getting them. Good thing I don’t mind improvising.”

  Dakota sauntered up to her, rubbed her upper arms.

  She giggled and pushed him away. “Not here. Out there.” She bobbed her head toward the door. “Now, come on, grab the rest of the stuff and follow me.”

  Outside, they hurried hand in hand along the tree line until she found the head of a trail. With a quick turn, she directed them down it. A breeze rustled the tress. Moonlight lit their way. The scrub brush created abstract patterns on the ground. Winged creatures took flight when they entered a small clearing.

  “Hey, our childhood play house is nearby. Just down that other trail and around the bend on that ridge. You remember it, right? The room in the cave? How about we check it out?”

  “Hey, how about I run this outing, you keep your mouth shut and do what I say?” In a flash, Cassie unbuckled the belt from her waist and lightly slapped his leg with the leather. Her sheet fell off, but she didn’t care. Being naked outside added to the experience.

  “Hey!” Dakota’s gaze fell to her breasts, and he seemed to forget what she had just done. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded.

  “Now, let’s see.” She looked around. “Over there. That tree’s trunk looks just about right.”

  “Right for what?”

  “You’re going to lay on the ground, with your arms above your head and I’m gonna tie you up to the tree. Now come on.” She tried to yank him forward.

  “What? Wait a moment.” He didn’t budge. “What’s this about a tree?”

  “Haven’t you ever been tied up in bed?”

  “Can’t say that I have. What about the critters? Aren’t you concerned about the bugs and snakes?” He cocked his head. “You look like a cat that’s gotten into the cream.”

  “Nope. At least I wasn’t until you said something. Let’s hope they scampered and slithered away when we walked up. As for the cat with cream, not yet, but I will be soon.” She reached out and groped his crotch with a playful squeeze. “Get out of that robe.”

  Moments later, Dak was on his back, naked, and tied to the tree with the bandana between his flesh and the bark. Neither of them needed much priming. At least she didn’t since she was still aroused from their lovemaking in the cabin. The gentle wind blew through the area again, brushed against their bodies. Her nipples peaked and she noticed his did as well.

  “So is this still part of the experience of me giving up control?”

  “Yep,” she replied and straddled his legs. “And just me having my way with you.” Cassie stroked her palms up and down his torso, caressed his growing cock.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Shoot.” She pinched his nipples.

  He grunted and stirred. “Have you ever been in a position like this and been hurt? Not that I don’t trust you, but I have to admit I’m still feeling cautious about the whole role playing, kink thing. And I keep thinking that, if you’ve experienced things, then maybe you won’t translate the bad stuff into what we’re doing.”

  “Fair enough.” She reviewed her life in a few fleeting seconds and picked out some of the rougher episodes. “During a college recess, a friend and I hitchhiked to Tijuana and back. Since we didn’t have any problems on that trip, we decided to hitch rides to Florida when the school year was over. That didn’t go as smoothly.” She shrugged, then continued, Then one of my early underground boyfriends had me play the part of a pony one night. I still remember how the leather and silver-studded harness around my chest and hips chaffed my bare skin, how the satin crotchless panties and garters tickled me. God, my feet ached in that pair of ultra high-heeled boots he made me wear. Every time I tried to move, the small cart attached to me shifted. And I couldn’t call out for assistance either.”

  “Wow.” Dakota’s mouth hung open. “That must have been uncomfortable.”

  “It was. The guy, who was also my boyfriend, had been in a pissy mood for quite some time. I was unsure of our relationship. My trust in him was dwindling. Soon after that I realized I’d rather be in control, and that I needed to listen to my instincts. I vowed to myself that if I ever felt unsafe again, I’d hightail it out of the situation.” She bent over and licked a nipple, rubbed her lower abdomen against his cock.

  “And those bruises?” his voice bordered on the edge of sexual impatience. He tugged against the bindings around his wrists and the tree.

  Cassie kissed her way down his torso to the top of his groin. She looked around, found the bag Dak brought, prepped a condom and put it on his cock. “A momentary lapse of reason at a party. A guy my friend knew took a session a little too far. We thought we co
uld trust him. He used a flogger handle to try to get a reaction out of me, and when I wouldn’t yield, he choked me. At that point I couldn’t say my safety word, and the idiot wasn’t paying attention to the safety signal. Luckily, another couple came by and stopped him before I passed out. They took him away. Said they’d take care of him. All is well.”

  He lifted his head and gaped at her. “What do you mean all is well? He assaulted you. You should’ve pressed charges.”

  “Perhaps I should’ve, but I’m okay. He went to the dungeon of that group’s Master. I’m sure got what he deserved. But, it only proves to me that I should’ve trusted my instincts that night when it took me more than two seconds to decide whether to participate or not.”

  “And what are your instincts telling you now?” he asked in a deep rich voice reminding her of expensive fudge.

  “That I should…” She slipped onto him. His cock filled her, warmed her. She rocked her hips in a leisurely pace, taking charge of how he’d pleasure her.

  “Good instincts.” His back arched. A moan rolled from him.

  She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Life was easy and good again, sparkling for her like it had in her youth. Dakota had lassoed the moon and stars and brought them down for her. She hated that she had to leave, but at least this time it wasn’t going to be permanent. They had found each other again, re-ignited their feelings, and she wasn’t going to do anything to ruin that. But she had things to take care of back where she came from before she settled down in Nevada.

  As waves of passion washed through her, heating her, she tossed her head back, stared up into the night. Bright celestial bodies softened the inky sky. She took a deep breath, soaked in the peace, rode his cock. The quiet enchanted beauty of southern Nevada had possessed her soul, infused her blood. She felt as if she had come home. Scents of earth and sky, animals and remnants of campfires, a passionate scream, filled the cool night air that embraced her.

  Passionate scream?

  She looked down at Dak. He was moaning but surely not screaming.