by Katie Ashley
“Rather than a Title One school in the backwoods?” he countered.
“Yes, it’s true that Milton probably isn’t the most attractive prospect, but it sure as hell beats having to go through metal detectors and risk being shot. The last time anyone brought a gun to school it was by accident after they’d been hunting all weekend.”
“I could have dealt with the worst educational situation possible if it meant things would be easier for us.”
I was just about to argue that there wasn’t an “us” when, George, my dad’s old hound dog, along with my Oakley came bounding at us, barking and yipping in hello. The noise slightly jarred the shy Sampson, causing him to rare back. An experienced rider like me didn’t have an issue, but for someone like William, it took him by surprise and caused him to lose his balance and his grip on me.
With his arms flailing, he slid off the back of Sampson and plopped into a river of mud that had been made by the overseer mucking the paddocks.
After easing Sampson away from the giant puddle, I quickly dismounted and ran over to him. “Oh my God. Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m peachy,” he muttered.
When I glanced back at him, I snorted. Both his face and body were drenched in mud.
“Here,” I extended my hand to him.
With a furious shake of his head, he swatted my hand away. “I think I’ve already been emasculated by you enough for today.”
His obvious embarrassment only made me laugh harder. “It’s not funny.”
“Actually, it is.”
“So you think it’s funny being covered in mud?”
“I’m pretty sure there’s horse shit in there, too,” I added.
He cocked his head at me. “Excuse me then. You think it’s funny being covered in mud and horse shit?”
“Yeah, I actually do.”
Before I realized what was happening, William grabbed my still outstretched hand and jerked me to him. I shrieked as I started to fall. William’s body cushioned me, but then he rolled over, sending me sliding into the muddy pit. “You asshole!” I screeched as I smacked him.
He chuckled. “Guess it’s not so funny anymore, huh?”
I splashed him in the face. “You will so pay for this.”
A gleam of lust burned in his eyes. “Bring it on.”
“I think the appropriate punishment for you would be no playing.”
William leaned over to where our faces were almost touching. “You can be such a cruel Mistress.” He then crushed his lips to mine. One of his hands went to tangle in the mud drenched strands of my hair while the other went to my breast. I gasped with pleasure as his tongue darted into my mouth. As his tongue stroked mine, his hand kneaded my breast.
Lost in the sensations of William’s hands and tongue, I didn’t give a shit if Ansel or the overseer caught us. It was simply awe inspiring what the man could do with his tongue. I fought the urge to rip off my jeans and demand for him to do to my pussy what he was doing to my mouth.
William was just about to climb on top of me when the sound of a car door slamming caused him to jerk away. “Is that Ansel coming home?”
I nodded. “This is usually when he gets in from football practice.” I rose onto my feet. “Come on. We need to get cleaned up.”
“I can’t go in your house like this. I’ll make a huge mess.”
“That’s why we have a stable shower.”
“Ah, I see.”
After taking tentative steps out of the mud pile, I led William into the back door of the barn. To the side of where my dad’s office was, there was what looked like a closet door. Instead, it led into a small room with a cement floor and drain. It had dual shower heads because Daddy liked to be able to clean himself off and his dogs.
Turning on the water, I slipped my hand under to test it. Considering how old the pipes were, it sometimes took a while to warm up. When it felt hot enough, I turned back to William. “It’s ready.”
“Okay.”
As he started getting undressed, I lifted my shirt over my head. Taking my jeans off was a little harder. I grunted from the exertion of jerking the wet denim down my thighs. “Let me run these out to the dryer.”
“Okay.”
I’d barely got back through the door when William lunged at me. After backing me up against the shower wall, he pinned me in place with his thick thighs. He stared at me with a look of smoldering lust. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You owe me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Oh, you’re talking about when I left you with tented pants?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m sorry. I was under the impression you liked to play, and as your Domme, I called the shots.”
“You’re not my Domme, and we weren’t playing.” Leaning in, his teeth grazed my earlobe, causing me to shudder. “But I want to play now.”
“Hmm, you do? I guess I could find some rope out there tie you up.”
“No. I don’t want you to play with me. I want to play with you.”
The gleam in his eyes along with his words caused wetness to streak down my thighs that didn’t come from the shower. “Just what did you have in mind?”
“Put your hands on the shower head.”
I widened my eyes in shock. “You’re really serious?”
A wicked grin slunk across his face. “Fuck yeah. I’m going to play at being your master.”
“You think you’re a switch?”
“Maybe.”
“Even if you’re a switch, there’s no submissive in me.”
“Mmm, I love a challenge.” He jerked his chin up. “Now put your hands on the shower head.”
“And if I don’t?”
His response was to thrust his hand between my legs. An involuntary gasp left my lips as he began to stroke along my labia and clit. Two fingers easily slid inside me, and I bucked my hips against them.
“If you don’t put your hands on the shower head, I’ll do to you what you did to me today and not let you come.” To prove how serious he was, he removed his hand. I whimpered from the loss of contact. He brought his fingers to his lips. He slid his tongue slowly up and down them. “Hmm, you taste good. I think I’d like to eat your pussy, too.” He made a tsking noise. “But I can’t do that if you don’t obey me.”
“Bastard,” I muttered to which he merely grinned.
Although it was against everything within me, I slowly raised my hands above my head. When I gripped the showerhead with my fingers, I stared defiantly at William. “That’s my girl.”
I jerked my hands back. Wagging a finger at him, I exclaimed, “Don’t you dare call me girl!”
I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth before William shoved his hand between my legs again. His thumb pressed against my clit as he pumped two fingers in me. Once again, he brought me closer and closer. “Be a good girl and put your hands on the shower head.”
Knowing he would once again deny me, I grunted with dual frustration as I lifted my arms up. Once my fingers rested against the steel, William slipped a third finger into me. My hips rose and fell against hand. Just as I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out.
I opened my mouth to protest when he dropped down to his knees before me. He lifted my foot and placed it on his shoulder before burying his face in my pussy. “Oh God,” I murmured. When I dropped my hand to bring it to his hair, he stopped.
Gritting my teeth, I placed my hand back above me. He then went back to driving me wild. His tongue worked broad strokes over my clit, nipping and nibbling it lightly with his teeth. As I exploded around his tongue, my fingers gripped the steel showerhead for dear life. “William!” I cried.
He didn’t give me any time to come down. Instead, he hoisted me up into his arms and was striding over to the pile of fresh hay bales stacked again the far wall. After putting me down on my feet, he bent me over one of the bales. Anticipation caused
me to ignore the way the hay itched and pricked over my skin.
Gripping my thighs, he jerked them apart. With one harsh thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. My fingers gripped the bale for dear life as he began pounding in and out of me. It felt so fucking good. I was so worked up from the sex and his domination that when he slipped his hand between us to stroke my clit, I came almost instantly.
His hand trailed up my back to grip my hair. He tugged it hard, causing me to cry out with both pleasure and pain. My outburst caused William to abruptly pull out of me. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Glancing at him over my shoulder, I grinned. “Yeah. But I want it harder.”
“The hair pulling?”
“Everything.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He placed a tender kiss on my shoulder blade before biting me. Then he jerked my hair at the same time he plunged back inside me. “William, yes,” I moaned. I could see then why some people wanted pain with sex.
The air around us permeated with the smell of sex and sweat while the sounds of our skin slapping together and pants of pleasure filled the barn. We were going to need another shower to wash away all the sweat…and pieces of hay.
Taking me by the shoulders, William pulled my torso up to press against his chest. The pressure of his hands on my hips was deliciously painful as he jerked me back with his thrusts. One hand snaked from my waist up to my breast. When he pinched my nipple, I moaned. I was so close, and I knew from William’s tensing body he was too.
Reaching behind me, I placed my hands on the top of his buttocks and raked my fingernails into his skin. The sting was enough to send him over the edge. He came with a shout just as my walls began convulsing around him for my second orgasm.
William collapsed onto his back in the hay, taking me him. We lay there, our chest heaving. “That was amazing.”
“Yes. It was,” I panted. Propping up on one elbow, he peered at me. “How did you like playing the sub?”
“How did you like being the dom?”
He grinned. “I asked you first.”
I reached up to pick a piece of hay out of his hair. “It wasn’t so bad.”
“You came three times, and it wasn’t so bad?”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. It was pretty damn hot.” I nudged his shoulder with mine. “What about you?”
“I liked it. I mean, I don’t see myself ever being a dom all the time, but it was really sexy telling you what to do.”
“Do you think you would ever want to do anything more extreme than telling me what to do and orgasm denial?”
“Like would I want to tie you up?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe.” He appeared thoughtful. “I don’t think I could ever use a flogger or cane on you. I’d be too afraid I’d hurt you.”
I smiled at his overprotectiveness. “I don’t think I’d want that anyway. Maybe a good spank on the ass from time to time.”
His brows rose in surprise. “You’d really let me do that?”
“Sure. Just as long as you don’t call me ‘girl’.”
“I’ll try to remember.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
When William slid out of me, he muttered, “Oh fuck.”
Since it didn’t sound like a pleasurable response, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“No condom.”
“We’ve both been tested at the club, and I’ve got an IUD.”
He exhaled in relief. “Thank God.”
“Worried I might give you something?” I teasingly asked.
He shook his head. “It’s more about getting you pregnant.”
His response surprised me. “I thought you said before that you didn’t like CBT because of wanting kids in the future.”
“I did, and I do.”
Both my pride and my feelings got delivered a hell of a stinging slap at that remark. “What is it?” he asked.
“You want kids in the future, just not with me.”
William’s eyes widened. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Right.”
When I started to stand up, he pulled me to him. “Sophie, I would love to have children with you. Someday. Tomorrow. Whenever. With your capacity for love and caring, I can’t even begin to imagine what an amazing mother you would be. The reason I said what I did is I wouldn’t want to force you into marriage because of an unexpected pregnancy.”
My mouth dropped open in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I want you to be with me because you want to be. Not because you feel you have to for the sake of a child.” His expression grew even more serious. “Maybe this is the best time to talk about our future.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why is it you always want to do the serious talks when we’re naked?”
“Maybe it’s coincidence, or maybe it’s because we’re truly vulnerable when we’re naked. We can’t hide behind clothes, so we tend to speak more freely.”
“That’s really deep.”
“I am deep. You should know that by now.”
“I know you get pretty damn deep inside me.”
William growled. “Would you stop deflecting with the sexual innuendo?”
Holding up my hands, I replied, “Fine. I’m sorry.”
“We could make this work.” At my skeptical look, he shook his head. “We just had some pretty amazing sex where I didn’t have to be a sub or be hit to get off.”
“But you’ve said yourself you have to play.”
“Before you, I thought I did. But now I see I can have good sex—great sex— without it.
But if you got tired of playing the domme or it became uncomfortable for you, then I could still get it out of the system at the club. But only if you were okay with that.”
“Where another woman would make you come? How does that fit anywhere into a healthy relationship?” I huffed with disgust.
“Then I don’t have to go to the club. I only suggested that if you weren’t comfortable playing with me from time to time.”
“Let’s just suspend disbelief for a moment and say that I agreed. Have you forgotten that you’re my boss? How is it possible for us to have any sort of relationship in this town?”
William chewed thoughtfully on a piece of hay. After a few moments, he said, “We could date in secret until the end of the year. You could put in for a transfer to another school in the district. Then when we weren’t boss and employee anymore, we could make it public. Even if people wanted to speculate on when we got together, it wouldn’t have any legal ramifications.”
“Why am I the one who has to leave Milton?”
“Yours is just the easier position. As a principal, the school board decides where I go.”
Even though he made sense, I still wanted to be stubborn and not like the idea. “I don’t know if it’s worth taking the risk until the year is over.”
William’s expression became wounded. “Don’t you at least want to try?”
I didn’t want to answer his question. Instead, I continued internally battling the angel and demon waging war with each other as they perched on my shoulders.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until I don’t have a breath left in me. We have a deep connection. One that surpasses Domme and sub and everything physical and goes deep emotionally…maybe even spiritually.” William placed his hand over my heart. “So why won’t you let me in here?”
“Because every time I love someone, they leave me,” I whispered.
“I promise I won’t do that.”
I shook my head sadly. “You can’t promise that—no one can.”
“Then how about this: it can be like the section of the wedding vows, ‘until death us do part’.” He cupped my face in his hands. “I won’t leave you unless I have to, or unless I’m obeying your command.”
More than anything in the world, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to have someone as wonderful as William by my side. “Okay, okay, we can give it a try.”
He stared at m
e for a moment, looking like he wasn’t sure he heard me right. “Really?”
“I’ll be your secret girlfriend, and we can sneak around like we’re having some affair.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not. And when you say it like that, you make it sound all cheap and seedy.”
I laughed. “Heaven forbid it sound like that.”
“Exactly.” He brought his lips to mine. “This is going to work, you’ll see. And in the meantime, I’m going to make you so happy that you’ll wonder why you ever had doubts.”
At the earnestness of his expression, I gave him a genuine smile. “I really hope so.”
At the bang on the barn door, both William and I jumped. “You guys decent?” Ansel called.
“Um, well…” I replied.
Ansel made a sound of disgust. “Once you’re done fornicating and are clothed, come back up to the house. Dad wants us to all have dinner together.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. We’ll be right there.”
Ansel’s laughter carried as he started away from the barn. “Fornicating, huh?” William asked.
I sighed. “My grandfather is a Baptist preacher in the backwoods of Alabama. He likes to use that word when he’s cautioning Ansel and me on making good choices.”
William grinned. “You of all people are a minister’s granddaughter?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”
“Just when I think you can’t surprise me anymore, you go and tell me something like that.”
I laughed. “It’s not like we’re close or anything. My mom’s parents weren’t the touchy feeling kind like my dad’s were. We really only see them at holidays.”
“Regardless, you have to admit that it makes for a pretty interesting dynamic with you being a foul-mouthed Domme.”
“I have faith…I just don’t brow beat people with it like he does.”
“And that’s good. We’re not supposed to be zealots with it. Just let our lights shine.”
“Wow. Now we’re talking about faith while naked. I think it’s time we get dressed before lightning strikes the barn.”