Can't Touch This

by Pepper Winters

  And fuck me if I didn’t almost blow right there and then.

  “Goddammit, Vesper.”

  She tugged on the leash. “No talking.” Standing, she pulled again. “Heel, there’s a good boy.” Although moving while in this state was excruciating and every motion begged me to finish what she’d started, I obeyed.

  I crawled beside her, trembling with lust.

  My cock remained standing to attention while my jeans lay open around my waist. But I didn’t move to pull them off. After all, she hadn’t told me to or given permission.

  She obviously wanted me this way.

  And shit if that didn’t make me even hotter.

  Christ, I need to come.

  Reaching the bed, Vesper unbuckled the leash from my collar and tossed the fabric over the back of my neck. Holding the two ends like reins, she slowly sat onto the mattress, spreading her legs shamelessly before me.

  “Now, we’re going to see just how good you can be.”

  Oh, sweet baby mother of God.

  My eyes locked onto her ivory panty covered pussy. I basically panted like the dog I pretended to be, looking at her like a prized kill.

  “Remove my knickers.” Her voice turned breathy and low.

  My hands had given up trembling for full on shaking as I hooked my fingers around the sides and tugged. She balanced herself using the leash around my neck, arching her hips off the bed.

  The moment I saw her naked, a feral groan echoed in my chest. “Goddammit, you’re gorgeous. The most gorgeous, wet, so fucking—”

  Her hands jerked the leash. “No talking. Your mouth has much more important work to do.”

  Fuuuuck.

  This was the best idea I’d ever had in my goddamn life. If she wanted to control every sexy time we had from now on, I would not complain. I looked up hoping to hell she was getting off on this as much as I was.

  I didn’t have to worry.

  Her cheeks were flush, her eyes wild, and the damp spot she’d already left on my bed proved that she liked bossing me around as much as she liked me shoving her to the ground and taking what I wanted.

  My body demanded I dive into her, to spear my tongue inside her.

  But I waited.

  Because I was a good boy.

  And she was my hot as sin mistress.

  Stroking under my chin, she whispered, “Do you want to lick me?”

  I swallowed hard.

  I nodded.

  “Do you want to give me pleasure like a good boy?”

  I pursed my lips together to stop the profanity filled begging.

  I nodded again.

  “In that case, obedient Ry, get to work.” Her legs spread even more; a welcome invitation for me to slide forward on my knees and wedge myself against the bed. My cock touched the soft sheets, and I pressed hard against it as I grabbed her hips, and yanked her pussy to my mouth.

  I wasn’t gentle.

  She hadn’t told me to be gentle.

  The instant her taste exploded on my tongue, I lost it.

  Lost it, lost it, lost it.

  I fucked her with my tongue.

  I bit her clit.

  I sucked her flesh.

  I stole every wetness she gave me.

  I turned wild.

  And through it all, she held on with the reins around my neck, jerking me forward if I pulled away, manhandling me to eat her harder, faster, deeper.

  “God, yes. Yes!” She writhed on the bed, her legs trembling around my head. “More.”

  I growled around her clit. “More what?”

  “More tongue!” Her yelp as I fucked her as deep as I could with the part of me she demanded made me struggle through another orgasm wave.

  As her heels jammed on the mattress, arching her body into my mouth, I added fingers to my tongue and stretched her wide. The way her pussy clenched around my digits made me black out from delirium.

  “Ryder, hell yes.”

  There was nothing calm and collected about this. It was noisy, wet, sexy as fuck, and almost demented at how frenzied we became.

  I gave her everything I was. And when her inner muscles clenched around my tongue and her whimpers turned to breathless screams, she let go of the leash, yelling, “I’m yours. You’re in charge. Do whatever you want.”

  Her reward was ten times better than I imagined.

  Ripping my mouth from her pussy, I stood up, grabbed the baby blue collar from the sheets and fisted her wrists. With trembling hands, I pinioned them together. Every dirty thing I’d wanted to say to her spilled out as I trembled and shook and prepared to take this woman so bloody deep and hard we’d both be bruised tomorrow.

  “Goddammit, you’re a tease, Ves.” I secured her wrists tight. “See what you’ve done to me. You’ve ruined me. Goddamn ruined me for anyone else.”

  Her eyes fell to my cock.

  I didn’t have the patience to rip off her blouse or remove my jeans. Clothing was forgotten as I pushed down my boxer-briefs to mid-thigh and once again grabbed her hips. “You’re going to be ridden now, you naughty, filthy girl. Ridden so damn deep, you’ll taste me inside you for days.”

  “Yes!”

  Her body draped over the edge of the bed while I stood up. I could throw her higher up the mattress; I could flip her to take her doggy, but tonight I felt like something new.

  Hoisting her hips into my arms, I angled her pussy until it touched the top of my cock. I held her there, my knees wedged against the side of the bed, my hips poised to thrust.

  Her body was all sleek angles and shadows as her hands remained above her head.

  “Are you ready to be fucked by this very obedient but entirely out of patience man?”

  She nodded, biting her lip.

  “Are you ready to come for me, scream for me, promise you’ll forever be mine?”

  She threw her head back. “Yes! I promise.”

  “In that case—” I thrust forward. My cock entered her in one swift erotic impale. One second cold air around me, the next hot, hot Vesper. Her inner muscles seized, fighting me and welcoming me at the same time. “—you can have me.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY

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  Vesper

  WORDS.

  Who cared about words?

  I certainly didn’t when Ryder pounded into me.

  And I used the word pounded because that was exactly what he did.

  His cock pounded.

  His passion pounded.

  Everything between us unsaid and known pounded.

  Again and again and again.

  The bed rocked as he fucked me.

  The mattress creaked as he made love to me.

  And through it all, all I could think about was how much he meant to me after such a short amount of time. How this level of attraction and lust and togetherness wasn’t common and was worth so much more than what we originally thought.

  “Fuck, Vesper. I need to come so bad.” Ryder hoisted my hips higher until the only contact I had were my shoulder blades on the bed and his hands holding me in position for his cock. He never stopped riding me just like he promised. In and out. Down and up. Driving me mad, mad, mad.

  The orgasm he’d almost given me with his tongue detonated back into business.

  “Come, I want to. I’ll be with you.”

  The sparkling warning made me gasp and tense.

  He growled, “Are you…can I?”

  Through my sex-addled fog, I knew what he wanted to know. “Yes, the pill kicked in yesterday. I’m protected.”

  “Thank fuck because the rumours of me being your cousin are already all around town.”

  The naughtiness of yet another taboo added more gasoline to our rabid raging fire.

  Ryder fell on top of me, his hips pistoning as he yanked my legs up, holding them against my chest as he ploughed me into the mattress.

  The way he bent my body added a brand new element of wrongness. I curled under his pressure, making me tighter and
him so, so big.

  “Hell, I’m gonna—” His face twisted as the loudest groan exploded from his chest. His body jerked and jived as he took me again and again.

  The first splash of his release set me off.

  I shattered.

  Violently and completely.

  The release that’d lived in my clit the moment he’d put the collar around his neck erupted and I’d never felt anything as breath-taking or life changing in my entire existence.

  By the time we returned to our bodies and not floating in sensual subspace, Ryder unbuckled the collar from around my wrists and I corralled my floppy hands to remove the one from around his throat.

  The moment we were restraint free, we tumbled together, breathing hard.

  Spooning me from behind, Ryder pulled my overheated tingling body into his front, slotting his cock still slippery from me against my ass cheeks.

  We were sticky and gross but we made no move to leave.

  I stilled as his arms wrapped right around me, hugging me hard. We didn’t say a word but once the hug ended, he murmured, “You know, don’t you?”

  That you’re falling for me?

  That you like me more than you should?

  I snuggled into him. “I think so.”

  Another minute passed.

  I whispered, “And you know, too?”

  That I’m falling for you.

  That I like you far more than I should.

  His arms tightened, repeating what I’d said, “I think so.”

  I whispered, “Does that scare you?”

  “Fucking terrifies.”

  “What do we do?”

  He sighed, taking his sweet time to reply. “We just let go, fall, and hope to God we land in the same place.”

  Silence fell.

  Thoughts turned heavy.

  But the fear turned to acceptance, knowing we were both in the same sinking love boat.

  That was all there was to it.

  We would drown or float together.

  Tapping my hip, Ryder sat up and helped hoist me from the rumbled bed. “Come on, best friend in the world. Up.”

  My hair tumbled around me as I stood on wobbly legs. “After what we just did, I better be more than just your friend.”

  “Girlfriend?”

  “The best girlfriend.”

  He grinned. “Best, only, forever.”

  My heart hopped like a damn bunny rabbit.

  His hand looped around mine. “Come on.”

  “Where are you taking me?” I yawned. “After sex like that, I need to sleep. Especially as I have work in the morning and I’m currently brain dead.” I laughed softly, looking at the ripped open bag and its collar contents. “I’ll never look at dog or cat toys the same again.”

  Chuckling, he scooped up the pussy tickler with its feather and ribbons. “We didn’t get to play with this one.”

  “There’s always next time.”

  Kissing my forehead, he grinned. “You’re right. Plenty more games afoot.” Squeezing my fingers, he guided me forward. “And that is why we’re taking a shower. I’m going to massage away the long day you’ve had, and then you’re falling asleep in my bed where I can watch over you.”

  “By watch over, you mean keep me prisoner, right?”

  “Hey, girlfriend…prisoner. I thought they were one and the same.”

  I laughed, following him into the bathroom. “In that case, I think I’d agree to being your prisoner if it meant I was subjected to more of your singular brand of punishment.”

  Turning on the spray and helping me into an old claw foot bath where old tiles had already been chipped off the walls in preparation for new ones, Ryder kissed me as water rained over our heads. “Vesper, if keeping you prisoner was the only way I could keep you, you’d be my slave for life.”

  And that was how my dreams consisted of Ryder Carson being my master and me his willing little sex slave all night.

  It was a good dream.

  A great dream.

  And I added it to the games we could play in the future.

  Because we would have a future.

  A long one.

  I was sure of it.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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  Ryder

  LIFE HAD A WAY OF speeding up without noticing.

  Vesper and I remained in our happy bubble for two weeks. She went to work; I renovated the house. Once Barb was cleared of any infection from her wired-shut muzzle, she moved in with Vesper which mellowed Visa surprisingly.

  Our texts never ceased and my thoughts never strayed from her.

  She sometimes slept over while others she returned home. I brought home a rescue or two and she started introducing Visa and Barb to Scar and Hippo (on the one time she was able to coax her opinionated pussy into the car).

  For a single bachelor, my life suddenly became obsessed with togetherness and family.

  When Vesper wasn’t working, and I wasn’t bothering her with new rescues, we hung out like every-day couples.

  We went to the movies to see the new James Bond (which she didn’t care for), and in return I accompanied her to the latest chick flick (that I didn’t care for). However, I loved every corny pick up line because she held my hand and allowed me to cop a feel in the dark.

  It was a win-win, really. Distracting her got me hard and gave me a reprieve from actually listening to sexually repressed dialogue.

  A few days later, she gave me a hand job in my Mustang in the parking lot of McDonalds when we’d both had a crazy long night with an abused Zuchon (a Bichon Frise and Shih Tzu cross), and hadn’t eaten all day. I’d repaid the finger service the following afternoon when I popped into her surgery and she had half an hour free between appointments.

  We were damn insatiable but not just for sex. For each other.

  I ached like the fucking flu when we were apart and when we together, I got itchy thinking of her leaving. I didn’t like being apart, and as stupid as it was, I wanted to ask her to move in with me.

  In fact, I would never ever admit this out loud, but I was doing my best to come up with a way to help her out financially, so she could continue to donate to the shelter and be able to afford decadent meals for herself.

  However, I hadn’t come up with a way that wouldn’t be a slap in her face or come across as meddling.

  One day while Vesper was chained at work, I’d visited the shelter to check out their list of top sponsors. I was now in the records thanks to my good deeds but Vesper had been there long before I had.

  How had I never noticed her name in the top three donators before?

  Not just her personally but the surgery was a donator, too.

  Did I need to have a word with her about financial forecast and stability? Had she forward planned retirement and thought about what she would do if, heaven forbid, she could never work again?

  I loved her generosity, but it also made me nervous as hell.

  * * *

  “Do you want to come around tomorrow night?” Vesper asked during one of our late night phone calls.

  I’d seen her today for a quick lunch at the surgery but hadn't been able to head to hers tonight as she’d had another online conference with the stuffy bigwigs of the veterinary council.

  “Just try to keep me away.” I sprawled in my bed, inhaling Vesper from the last time she’d slept over. She didn’t sleep here often enough for my tastes but at least she’d started leaving little things like a spare toothbrush and a couple of extra clean panties for the shame dash into work the next morning.

  Her voice held a smile. “I’ll make some tagliatelle; I know you like pastas.”

  The thought of her making me a home-cooked meal made me grateful and upset. How much of her weekly budget would go to that one meal and what would she eat afterward if she insisted on giving most of her pay-check away?

  “I’ll even dress up as a sexy chef and wear nothing under the apron.”

  I bit my fist
. “You’d do that for me?”

  “I’d do whatever you wanted me to do.”

  My body tightened. “Including bending over the counter and letting me sink inside you from behind?”

  “Yum, especially that.”

  “Hell yes, I’m—” My erotic fantasy slammed to a stop. “Ah, shit, I can’t come over tomorrow.”

  “Oh?” Sadness filled her tone, then was covered by false joviality. “Oh okay, no problem. Another time.”

  “Don’t do that. Say you’re pissed at me and ask why I’m standing you up.”

  The phone line crackled before she sucked in a breath. “Okay, fine. I’m not happy. I’m going to miss you and it will suck and I’ll end up having lonely pasta for one with Visa and Barb.”

  “There’s my girl. Damn it turns me on knowing that you’re going to miss me.”

  “Are you going to miss me?”

  “Like a bloody lovesick fool.”

  “Well that’s a consolation prize at least. I hope it hurts.”

  “Oh, Ves, it will, believe me. Knowing I could be with you instead of entertaining someone else will be a dagger in my bleeding heart.”

  The line crackled again.

  I waited for her to demand who I was entertaining. I knew she cared deeply for me. We hadn’t come out and used the word that dangled around her hearts like blazing billboards but I knew she would stew if she didn’t ask.

  And frankly, it kinda pissed me off that she never asked who Fiona was from my stupid text about Fi saying Ves should like me. Not that it mattered now as they’d met about a week ago and become almost as close as her and Polly.

  Damn women and their brethren.

  “Go on, Ves. Spit it out.”

  An explosive sigh hit my ear. “Are you trying to make me jealous or are you just proving a point?”

  “A bit of both. But it depends on what point I’m trying to prove.”

  “The stupid point being you’re trying to make me admit that I’m in lo—” She wrenched to a stop. She coughed. “Um, the point being that I’m incredibly possessive of you and don’t like the thought of you being with anyone else but me.”

  I practically hyperventilated at the almost slip.