Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress (3 page)

“I could always stand.” Dane glanced around. “Is your ride still here?”

“No, he went back.”

“How are you getting back, then?”

“I hadn’t thought it out. Worst case, though, I could take off my boots and walk. I’m not fragile. This was just easier.”

“I didn’t think you were fragile. Although that’s part of the illusion, isn’t it? Strong-willed woman, leather-armored, but oh so delicate? Sitting or standing?”

Sue looked down at the sandy, ashy ground and nodded to indicate it. “Not very good for the leather, I suspect.”

Dane grinned. “You could take it off. You’d blend in more.” He tilted his head toward the bonfire, where more than half the people were naked.

“No.”

“I could take it off you.”

“No.” But for a moment, Sue look tempted.

Her look encouraged him. “Only one other solution, then.” He reached up and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. “Have to find you something to sit on.”

Sue shrieked, as he expected. She tried to pull away. He held her fast. “You’re going to mess your clothes if you keep that up,” he warned.

“Bastard.”

“Heh. True enough. But my parents did get married a year later.”

Sue stared at him, shocked for a moment into stopping her struggles. “I didn’t mean—”

“Of course you didn’t. They loved each other, and plenty of people can’t say that. Now then, did you wish to continue pretending you don’t want to be in my lap?” Her squirming made his cock stir, and it wouldn’t be long until he was hard if she kept it up. Which might offend or flatter her. But she could use any of a number of words—red, or “safe word” were universally understood in the community—and he would stop. Sue was an experienced player. She knew that.

Sue paused for a moment, her brow knitted in thought. “You’re incredibly arrogant, you know?”

“Maybe. I’m who I am. You, well, there’s something about you that you keep hidden away. What is it, Sue? Are you willing to find out?”

“This
is
who I am.” Sue met his gaze, and this time she didn’t turn away. “I have a good job and vanilla friends, but I never feel as much completely me as I do when I’m here. Dressed up. With a man at my feet.” She gave him an evil grin. “With him begging. Giving me the power to decide whether or not he gets an orgasm while I have all I want. Are you man enough for that?”

He wondered what she did for a living, but he didn’t want to get distracted. By implication, she wasn’t a full-time professional dominatrix at least. “Are you able to have an orgasm without rules?”

She blinked.

“It’s a serious question.” He adjusted her on his lap, so if he got any harder she wouldn’t notice instantly. He had a great view down her top, and it was hard to keep his concentration. “When was the last time?”

“That,” she said at last, “is a very impertinent question.”

“I ask lots of those.”

“So, what, you want to have vanilla sex with me? Why are you here?”

“A question with a question. A woman after my own heart. There isn’t much vanilla about me, and I’m here for the same reason you are, in a broad way. Escape. Intensity. Stripping away all the pretense of the real world and unleashing the parts of us we keep locked away.”

“Pretty words.”

“I like to think so.”

“But can you back them up?” Sue tilted her head at him, smirking.

“I can. You like giving pain?”

A moment of hesitation crossed her face, and he suspected she might be lying when she broadened her smirk and said, “Oh yes.” Maybe not lying. But only revealing a facet, as he said before.

“Well then. I’ll make a deal. I noticed you have sharp fingernails. I will give consent for you to use them on me if…”

The look of curiosity on her face made him think he had her hooked. “If what?”

“If I get to kiss you in the meantime.”

Sue wrapped her arms around him and tapped his back with her nails. “You’re sure?”

That was answer enough for him. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. Her lips parted, and he deepened the kiss. Immediately she dug her nails into his back and scraped down, sending pain shooting through him. She didn’t mess around, and for a moment, he thought she might be drawing blood.

He pulled her close, feeling her breasts against his bare chest where they were pushed up by the bustier. He cupped her ass. Maybe he shouldn’t have. She could hardly use a safe word while lip-locked. He loosened his grip on the back of her head for a moment, in case she needed to speak.

Instead, she dug a few more lines into his back. She was fierce, exactly the way he liked women. He didn’t usually go after dommes, but he wanted someone with some fight in her, and Sue had plenty.

She shifted her leg so she was straddling him, her crotch against his knee. His cock ached, but he wasn’t going to make it the center of attention. She liked to control orgasms? Well, he refused to play, seeking her pleasure by choice, no matter how much his dick thought otherwise.

He bunched up her skirt in the back. It was so short even a little tug was enough to pull it away, so his knee felt the soft silk of her panties instead of leather. And her panties were very wet. He pulled her hair back, breaking the kiss for a moment, even as she traced more fire between his shoulders. “You like this.”

“You’re not just kissing.”

“No, I’m not. Is that little scratching the best you have, girl? Because I’m going to get bored and rip your clothes off if you don’t try harder.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He grinned.

“Never mind.” She grinned back, reached under his kilt, and grabbed his cock in her small hand.

“That’s not within our rules, either,” he said. He didn’t really object. Her hand was cool and wonderful.

“Oh yes it is.” She must have bent her fingers, because instead of a nice, smooth masturbating stroke, her nails made a line of pain on his cock, all the way from the base to the sensitive head.

“Fucking hell.” He pushed her off him, sending her sprawling on the soft sand. She lost her grip, or God knows what those nails might have done to his privates. In a moment, he was on her, protecting himself by pressing his cock against her hip bone and nudging his leg against her pussy. He pulled the cups of the bustier down, exposing small but beautiful round breasts, topped by bunched pink nipples.

“Kissing,” he said, and fiercely sucked one of her hard peaks.

“Scratching,” she replied, and scraped her nails across his cheek.

Instinctively, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them up and to the ground. She’d gotten very close to his eye, and protecting himself was reflexive. On the other hand, the position left him on top of her holding her to the ground, and he couldn’t blame her if she perceived it to be sexual assault. He let go of her wrists and unlatched from her breast. He looked up at her.

To his surprise, she was grinning. She slid down and moved her head up before sinking her teeth into his neck.

“Fuck, girl.” That wasn’t in the agreement, but he wasn’t going to safeword. He’d escalate back. He reached his hand down to her thigh and then moved it upward, giving her a moment to say something or stop him if she wanted. She found another place to bite. He slipped his hand under her panties and felt heaven, soft and wet and tight around his two fingers.

This time, it was she who called out. “You can’t…” she started, but she didn’t finish as his thumb found her swollen clit. She stopped biting as her breath grew ragged.

He curled his fingers inside her and elicited a gasp, then a moan. His cock ached for friction, so he pressed it against her thigh. What she’d done with her fingernails still stung, but that didn’t matter then. What mattered was Sue’s release. Without the distraction of her scrapes and bites, he could focus on touching her in all the right places.

He bent down to suck on her breast again, covering the other with his hand. He didn’t know what she liked with her nipples—some women craved a soft touch; others liked full-on pain. So he teased first, then pinched lightly.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered.

He was tempted to stop because of the tone of her voice. She was used to giving orders, and he wasn’t a submissive. But as he looked at her, sprawled on the ground with her breasts bare and her legs spread, he didn’t think she was entirely in domme space, either. He nudged her clit again, more firmly this time. She grabbed his hair and pushed him down against her breast. He sucked hard enough to hurt.

She screamed, but it wasn’t from agony. She grabbed his arm to pull his fingers from her other breast. He thought she was prying it away until her scream abruptly ended, and she sank her teeth into his arm. Her body shuddered and shook under his.

He pulled on her jaw to extract his arm. She hadn’t drawn blood, but the mark would stay for a while.

“No more,” she said, between gasps.

He was tempted. He pressed down on her clit.

“Please no,” she said.

Didn’t think I’d get a
please
out of her. I’ll take that, even though I think I can make her come again
. He withdrew his hand. Sticking his arm between her and the sand, he rolled over so she was on top again. He pulled her into an embrace.

For several minutes, she said nothing while she caught her breath. Her head was on his shoulder, so he couldn’t see her face. He liked the way she felt next to him. The softness of her breasts squishing against his chest, in contrast with the stiff leather of the bustier. The way her legs intertwined with his. The sand chafed against the scrapes on his back, and the bites on his neck still stung.
God, she’s fierce. Perfect
. But her hand was uncurled now, the pads of her fingers soft against his stomach.

She looked up at him. “What the hell was that?”

“Sex.” He inhaled her scent, sweat and arousal blending with the smoke from the fire.

“You didn’t get any.”

“I thought you were used to denying your men,” he teased.

“This was nothing like that.”

“I wouldn’t have thought so.” He chuckled.

She stuck out her jaw. “I’m not going to make you come. There is no quid pro quo.”

“That doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. His cock felt differently, but it wasn’t in charge. Nothing he couldn’t take care of with a hand later. Or he could find someone else to help him out.

An unfamiliar twinge hit him. Finding someone else seemed completely unsatisfactory, and he wasn’t sure why. He’d never been the jealous type. He’d always been happy to see his lovers enjoying themselves, whoever they were with, and expected at least tolerance in return. Love—even more so, lust—wasn’t a limited resource. It didn’t get diminished because you shared it. And yet the idea of being with some other woman later that evening had no appeal.

The idea of Sue with some other man wasn’t to his liking either.

“What are you thinking?” Sue asked.

“Just that you’re not running to get away,” he lied.

“I’d have to walk barefoot,” Sue pointed out. “It’s simply practical.”

He squeezed her. “Do you get much in the way of cuddles?”

Her face clouded, and she turned it away from him again. “No,” she mumbled.

Even though he had understood her, he pulled her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Sorry, what was that?”

She glowered at him. “All I want. All I need,” she said. “I’m always in charge, remember?” She squirmed and tugged on her bustier, re-covering her beautiful breasts.

The emotional armor had gone up with the leather. He felt the back of her hand against his thigh as she yanked her skirt down. She started to pull away.

He held her fast. “This time you’re going to get more.”

Her body tensed, and he thought she was going to fight him. That was fine. He didn’t mind a wrestle. She knew the rules. Safeword, and he’d let her go.

Then she relaxed, and her body softened in his arms. “What the hell,” she murmured and nestled in. The bonfire seemed to grow larger and warmer as he felt its heat on the arm holding Sue close.

He smiled to himself. To have gotten that moment of vulnerability from her when she wasn’t turned on was as satisfying as her letting herself when she wanted to come. And probably more of an accomplishment, although he knew it wasn’t all his personal magnetism. Both the postorgasmic glow and the heat of the fire could make someone lethargic.

Only the heat was affecting him, and he had no intention of falling asleep with this delectable creature in his arms. He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed. The sweat from her body moistened his, and the hammer of her pulse beat nearly in time with the beating drums. The flicker of the flames created changing shadows, and dancers moving around the bonfire added to the effect. Now and then, a primal cry or sigh of pleasure would make it hard to hear her breathe.

Sue was still for only a few minutes. It was hard to tell if she had fallen asleep. She raised her head and her eyelids fluttered open. “Will you carry me back?” she asked, her voice soft. “Or at least help me over the muddy patches?”

“I will.”

“I’m in no rush if you’re not.”

“I’m not.”

She sat up, and this time, he let her go. He moved to sit next to her. They stared into the fire together quietly for a while. He could practically see the gears turning in her mind. He waited.

“Who was on top there?”

“No one. Both of us. Me.”

“Hmf,” she said. “It was chaotic.”

“And fun?”

“And fun. And that was an incredible orgasm.”

He grinned. “Sex isn’t always orderly, with predefined roles. Sometimes it’s best if two people see where their level is, without deciding in advance. You are mean with your fingernails.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes. And no. I don’t mind. It’s all sensation and passion. I’ll feel you for hours, and as I do, I’ll remember the look of ecstasy on your face when you came.”

“Huh. When I mark most men, it’s so they can remember the experience of submission. So they can be proud they endured.”

“I’m not most men. I loved your ferocity. Not the proud mistress but your animal self. You channel it when you dominate, don’t you? But in a refined, careful way.”