Lassoed By A Dom (8 page)

But it wasn’t a sound of protest. It was the sound a sub made when she was riding the edge of pleasure/pain and she was reduced to little more than inarticulate sounds.

“Your body is such a feast,” he told her. “I don’t know where to begin.”

Pinching a nipple again to distract her, he touched the wand briefly on each cheek of her ass, one tap on each side then two then three. She twitched at each arc of electricity and tried to push her buttocks at him to indicate she wanted more. Lust surged through him, and he had to restrain himself from turning up the voltage on the wand.

He tapped her again, touching one place then another on that smooth, rosy skin. She jerked slightly at each tap, and by the third contact her eyes began to glaze, the first sign that she was sliding deeper into subspace. Adjusting the rigging again, he reached between her legs and drew a new pattern with the wand, sliding it up the inside of one leg and down the other, deliberately bypassing her cunt with it.

She moaned again and tried to squeeze her legs together. She wanted that stimulation on her labia, and he was going to give it to her, but not yet. Instead, he replaced the wand with his hand, testing the wetness of her pussy, lightly scraping a fingernail over her pussy lips then dragging it over her clit. He played lightly over her sensitive skin, but when he felt the first onset of tremors, he pulled his hand away.

“I know you want to come, but it’s not time yet.”

“Ohh.” She tried to wiggle her butt, signaling him she was ready.

He chuckled. “You’ll come when I’m ready to let you. But when I do, it will be well worth the wait.”

He lifted his hand to his mouth, licking her juices from his fingers before rubbing her cunt with his palm. “You taste better than any bourbon I’ve ever had a drink of. Next time we’re together here—and trust me, there will be a next time—I think I’ll spread your legs, tie your ankles in place and eat your pussy until you scream for release.” He bent his head low to hers. “Would you like that, girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Anything.”

Oh, yeah, she was so aroused. She had such a sensitive body. He thought he could play with her all night and never discover all of its secrets.

He touched the wand to each nipple, and she cried out, trying to jerk away from the contact. But then she swallowed and whispered, “More. Please, Sir.”

He’d give her more all right. A lot more.

He touched each nipple again, then slid the wand down to her navel and drew a circle around her belly button. She moaned as electricity made little arcs against her skin. He moved it down further, stopping just at the curve of her mound. Placing two fingers beneath her chin, he tilted her face so he could check her status. Her eyes were completely unfocused, her mind in that soft space where there was nothing but pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure. And she craved it, more and more. She was falling deeper and deeper into subspace, dropping into that sensuous whirlpool where she craved everything he chose to do to her.

Hefting the wand, he screwed an extender to it and attached a slender probe. Only experts would do any kind of insertion with violet wand play, but Jake had been doing this for a very long time. Turning the wand back on, he touched the tip of the probe to each nipple, rewarded by a twitch of her body. He touched the delicate spots at the back of each knee and ran the tip of the probe along the crease where each thigh met a cheek of her buttocks. Each spark of electricity elicited another jerk, another twitch, another moan. He increased the speed with which he drew patterns on her skin, sliding, skimming.

Before long he had her writhing as much as she could considering the restraint of her bindings, and her breathing was jerky. Reaching between her legs, he separated the lips of her pussy and very slowly inserted the probe. As soon as the current hit her sensitive, wet inner tissues she jerked even harder, cried out even louder. Jake rotated his wrist so the very thin probe danced around inside her channel, the current arcing against her sensitive skin.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. “Ohhhhh.”

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the way he had her bound it was impossible.

Easing the probe from her cunt, he drew it slowly through the crevice of her buttocks, back and forth, again and again. The intensity of the current was mild, but it was enough to stimulate every nerve and sensitive tissue in her entire body.

She had such a sweet ass, and her rear entrance beckoned to him like a sensuous promise. Before these two weeks were out, he’d fuck her there, more than once. Maybe he could convince her to accept a plug from him and wear it at night when she got into bed. And think of his cock inside her.

He dragged his fingers through her slit again, pinching her clit, but when she tried to hunch herself onto his touch, he pulled his hand away. “You think you want to come, girl?”

“Yes, please.” Her words were barely a whisper.

“You’ll come when I give you permission. When I finally have my dick inside you.”

By now his cock was at full mast again, begging for attention, and he was so tempted to give in. But he wasn’t finished yet. Removing the probe, he attached a short Mylar flogger to the extension. The Mylar conducted the electricity and enhanced the impact of the current. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he applied it to Trish’s bare skin—the cheeks of her ass, the backs of her thighs, the tops of her breasts. The contacts were light, but frequent, never giving her relief from one to the other until her moan was one long cry.

By now she was so far into subspace he could have done anything he wanted with her. This was where a responsible Dom came in, one who knew how much further to push his sub, how much further into subspace he could take her. Trish was so damn responsive they’d gotten here a lot faster than he’d expected. Of course, his body was telling him not soon enough.

Fuck her now. Let her come with you now. Now, now, now.

It was definitely time. He couldn’t make himself wait another moment, no matter how fascinated he was with her response to the wand.

When was the last time a woman had gotten to him that way? So long ago he didn’t even remember. Tossing the wand and the attachments into the open case, he rolled on a condom, adjusted Trish’s rigging and positioned himself behind her and between her thighs. Holding her in place with his hands firmly on her hips, he drove into her with one fierce plunge.

Holy shit!

He closed his eyes and let the sensation of her tight wet pussy gripping him rocket through his body. He swore he could still feel the vibrations from the wand, the tiny little shocks that stimulated every single nerve. He had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding right there on the spot, especially when he opened his eyes and took in the reddened skin of her thighs and buttocks where he’d skimmed over her with the wand and let the Mylar flogger do its dance.

Pulling in the edges of his control, he began a steady in and out movement, sliding his cock out until only the head was encased, then plunging back in again. He tried to go slowly, to draw it out, but Trish changed all that.

“Please,” she cried out. “Please, please, please. Faster. Harder. Oh, god, harder.”

Her words sent urgent signals to his body. He increased his speed, thrusting deep each time, sucking in his breath as her wet, tight walls dragged at him.

Then, as if a switch was flipped, his control shattered, and he ratcheted into full speed, driving hard and fast into her waiting, eager body. The moment he felt the first tremors in her pussy, he let go, taking both into an orgasm that plunged them over a steep cliff. He held her tightly as their bodies shuddered, everything fading away except the cataclysmic release.

This had to be the most intense climax he’d ever had, nearly every bit of energy drained from him, his muscles protesting. Just moving would be an effort. But he was a responsible Dom and had an obligation. He eased himself from the clasp of her pussy and disposed of the condom in a container provided. Then he slowly and carefully undid the Shibari rigging, taking care as he unwound each knot, bracing her with his body.

When the last coil fell away, he carried her in his arms to a table covered with soft padding and meticulously rubbed a medicated, soothing balm over every inch of her body. He rubbed her muscles until he felt the strain ease, then pulled a warm quilt from the cupboard built into the table, wrapped her in it, and carried her to the large armchair in one corner of the room.

Cuddling her against his body, he fed her the rest of the water in tiny sips, rubbing her back and murmuring soothing words, until he was sure, at last she’d fully returned from subspace and knew where she was. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed, and he thought his heart would turn over. He was in such big trouble here. He wanted to keep her forever, and her forever only lasted two weeks. Following her on the circuit was certainly not practical, and she’d been very explicit about not hanging it up yet. He just had to have faith that somehow it would all work out.

When he felt her completely relax against him, her breathing steadier and more even, he kissed her forehead.

“You doing okay, girl?”

She sighed. “Yes, Sir. Would it be okay if I stayed here all night?”

He laughed softly. “I think I could arrange someplace more comfortable.”

She looked up at him. “Are you taking me back to the motel?”

“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” He shifted her slightly in his lap. “How about if I take you back to my house at the ranch? My bed there’s a lot more comfortable than the one at the motel.”

“Hmm.” She nestled against him again. “Sounds good to me. Could you carry me?”

He chuckled again. “Whatever you’d like.”

He left her curled in the chair while he put the wand and its attachments back in the case and dropped the case and the coil into the satchel. He spoke into the intercom to ask Clint if he could use the back exit. Then he dressed Trish very carefully, leaving off the thong and bra and sticking them in his satchel. Wrapping the quilt around her again, he lifted her in his arms, bent to pick up his satchel, and opened the door to the hallway. Clint was waiting there for him.

“You’re all set. I’ll keep the alarm off until you’re out the door.”

“Thanks, Clint.”

“Take good care of her,” the owner said. “She’s a terrific woman.”

“Don’t I know it. And I’ve got this covered.” He paused. “Are the Wrights still here? I think she rode here with them.”

Clint laughed. “Liz said she’d be after you with a hot poker if you didn’t take good care of Miss Barton. She charged me with making sure that happened. I’m pleased I’ll be able to report success to her.”

“Thanks. I’ll get this wrap back to you.”

The other man nodded. “No problem.”

He cuddled Trish against him as he walked to his pickup, pressing the button on the key fob to unlock the doors. He settled her in the passenger seat and buckled her in, keeping the wrap tucked around her, then jogged to the driver’s side. When he had the motor running, he punched on the radio and found some soft music he turned down low. Something soothing to fill the cab while they drove through the dark streets. As soon as they hit the Interstate, he reached for her hand, pleased when she curled her fingers into his. They rode like that all the way to his house, a small but comfortable three bedroom foreman’s house at one corner of the Halliday ranch.

“We’re here, darlin’.”

“Mmm. Tired,” she told him.

“I’ll bet.”

He opted to leave the satchel in the truck, instead unbuckling Trish and carrying her into the house and down the short hallway to his room. He took a moment to give silent thanks that he’d put clean sheets on the bed. Must have been his good luck angel nudging him.

She needed a soothing hot bath to finish easing the ache in her muscles, but that would have to wait until the morning. Now he just removed her clothing, laying it on the chair by the bed, pulled back the covers, and eased her between the sheets.

She gave him a fuzzy smile. “I really could do that myself.”

“But why should you when I enjoy taking care of you.” He brushed a light kiss over her lips. “Be right with you.”

He texted Reece to tell him he’d be a little late tomorrow, then sent a message to the hand who helped him with the bulls to let him know he had the early work to do. Finally, he tugged off his boots, stripped off his clothes and slipped into bed next to Trish. Pulling her into his arms, he tucked her head against his shoulder. She just felt so right there. One night didn’t necessarily make a relationship, but in some cases, it might. She was the sub of his dreams. He could feel it deep inside himself. If only he could convince Trish. Somehow, in the next two weeks, he had to convince her they had to find a way to move forward.

Somehow.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and let himself drift off to sleep.

Chapter Five

Trish has just finished exercising Misty and was walking her back to the barn when her cell phone rang. She looked at the readout—Liz. Of course. “Checking up on me?”

“Just making sure you got home okay,” her friend said. “Not that I really had any doubts.”

“You know, that was pretty sneaky of you.” She stopped just outside the barn, the horse stopping obediently behind her. “When I was running my mouth, you could have told me Jake was a Dom.”

“And if I did?” A long pause stretched across the connection. “Wouldn’t that have colored your feelings for him and complicated the situation?”

“Oh, and it’s not complicated now?” Trish gave an unsteady laugh. “Before last night, I could easily have walked away from him, just hanging on to my memories.”

“And now?” Liz asked the question in a quiet voice.

Trish sighed. “Liz, it was an incredible experience last night. He touched places inside me no Dom has ever reached before. And afterwards he was so tender, so caring.”

“Sounds like the two of you really have that connection you talked about. Is that so bad?”

“You know how I feel.” She started walking again, heading for the cool interior of the barn. “I don’t mind a man giving me orders in the bedroom, but if I give Jake the slightest hint of how I feel, I’m afraid he’ll be all over me wanting to get me off the circuit. And I can’t see a man like him sitting around waiting for me to show up a couple of weeks here and there. Or flying around to where I compete. He’s got his own responsibilities.”