Rope Burn: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 5 (7 page)

In seconds, it was examined, given a syringe of medicine and branded with the Boot Knockers mark.

Her body took notice of every movement Stowe made. She couldn’t take her gaze off him. But she wanted him to hurry up and finish so they could return to the bungalow.

Tabbart’s body rolled against Stowe as they rode into the valley at a faster clip than they’d gone up. He was eager to get her off this horse and beneath him. Right after he put her in the shower and lathered every square inch of her.

His jeans were uncomfortably tight. With a soft, curvy woman ripe with need in front of him, he could barely concentrate on her questions.

“What were you giving the cows?”

“Wormer.”

“And why did you examine those three big cows?”

“Because they’re mine.” He ran his hand up her side to cup her full breast. When he pinched her nipple, she gasped. He held on, mind spinning around her reaction. His body burned to push her hard and fast. To tie her up, spank her. Take a crop to her sensitive nipples and make her remember forever who’d done it.

The urge to own a woman hadn’t felt so strong in a long time.

“Only those three are yours?”

“Yeah. I bought them to breed. They’re full grown and I want to use them to start a project.”

“What kind of project?”

He closed his fingers more tightly around her straining bud. She squirmed back against his cock. Perfect. So good.

Her breathing grew choppier, but he needed to satisfy her curiosity about the ranch workings first. Then the training would really begin.

“I plan to breed bulls for riding.”

“R-really?” She was getting impatient, her breathing harsher.

“Yes. I was making sure those three cows are ready to take the bull semen that’s being shipped in.”

“Ah.”

Releasing her nipple, he drew her high onto his lap so she felt every inch of his hardness. The horse jostled them lightly. She stopped asking questions. And his palm grew itchy to hold a whip.

Not yet.

At least he’d had the foresight to bring a picnic, and they’d eaten after he’d finished work. She’d have the energy to do what he commanded.

Getting the horse rubbed down and tucked into its stall took too long in his estimation. By the time he had Tabbart’s arm in his grip, leading her back to the bungalow, he was well past hot and bothered.

The instant he twisted the door lock, he penetrated her with his stare. “Strip.”

She rocked on her heels. Her gaze faltered.

“Take off your clothes, Tabbart.”

“But…”

“Do you need anything first? A drink? Food?”

“No.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

The hat shadowed her eyes but she raised her chin a little. “No.”

“Good. Then strip.”

When she didn’t move, he stepped forward. Slow and measured.

Her hands flew to her hat. She pulled it off and let it fall from her fingertips. He swallowed hard at the sight of the pink marks he’d left on her throat from their last session.

He clenched his hands into fists. He couldn’t wait to stripe her ass with his whip. Fuck, he could almost feel her red-hot skin as he pounded into her.

She pinched the cloth of her top but didn’t pull it off.

He moved closer, pitching his voice low. “You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“And you know I will give you pleasure when you please me, right?”

“I…yes.”

He nodded. “Then take off your clothes and stand before me naked.”

Though she struggled to obey, she did. God, it was a beautiful thing to behold. A woman unaccustomed to taking commands going against her basic instincts and placing her care in his hands.

He grew dizzy with power and the need to protect.

Her top hit the floor, along with her boots and jeans. As she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, her breasts jutted forward. Images of clamping those nipples flitted through his mind.

After her bra fell away, she eased her fingers under the elastic sides of her pearl-white panties.

“On second thought, leave those on.”

He walked past her into the bedroom. She followed without being asked, and he started the shower. Water sprayed from several heads and steam rose, making the pale-blue glass tiles appear smoky.

It took him seconds to shed his clothes. Then he gestured her inside.

“L-leave these on?” she asked, a finger under the side of her panties.

“Yes.” He picked her up and put her into the shower. Water doused her hair, darkening it further. The length stuck to her spine. Rivulets cut paths over her golden skin. He dropped to his knees to watch her panties turn from white to see-through.

Groaning, he opened his mouth over her pussy, over the soaking panties. The dark patch of her pubic hair trapped under the cloth sent him skidding out of control. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he mouthed her pussy. When he snaked his tongue up and down the wet seam, pushing the fabric into her, he narrowly held on.

Small squeaking noises escaped her, mingling with the patter of water. She skimmed her hands up to cup his face. His chest tightened.

Abruptly, he stood. Their gazes connected a split second before he lifted her and claimed her mouth. She twined around him, all passion. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while shoving his hard cock into the barrier of her panties. What he wouldn’t give to sink into her scorching heat right now, but no. Not yet.

He ran his hand around the curve of her ass. “What’s your safe word?”

“D-daisies. But I don’t want to use it.”

He growled and took up kissing her again, stroking the depths of her mouth in time to his hip movements. She locked her legs around him and matched his motions.

Just as quickly as he’d started kissing her, he stopped. He let her slide down his body, feeling every inch. Then he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the wall.

“Brace your hands here and here.” He gestured to the tile.

She hesitated, but after several seconds did his bidding.

“Spread your legs, love.”

She did, giving him a tormenting view of the white panties adhering to her round globes. The dark seam between made him wet his lips.

Leaning close enough she could feel his breath, he said, “I’m going to show you how my hand feels on you. Here.” He stroked the outer edge of her ass cheek.

“You mean…”

“Yes. Just a tap at first. I want to see how much you can take.”

A heartbeat of silence. He was asking a lot of her and in a short time. He didn’t often push so hard, but something about her… He wanted to get to the deepest stuff, and quick. Before she left the ranch and was gone from his life.

He settled his hand on her ass. “Ready, love?”

She nodded, cheek pressed against the tile. He moved enough to watch her face. It was imperative to see her reactions, to ensure he hadn’t gone too far.

He pulled back his hand.

Crack
!

She cried out.

“When I pinched you here earlier, you felt it for a long time. Am I right?”

She nodded, eyes shut.

He kissed her shoulder and poised his hand. “Feel me.”
Crack
.

A full-body shiver contorted her, but she didn’t use her safe word.

Crack
,
crack
,
crack
.

He leaned away to see the skin of her ass growing pinker under the wet panties. Fuck, so hot. His cock bounced on his abs, and it took a supreme amount of control not to reach for the niche in the shower wall and grab a condom.

Crack
,
crack
.

She took his taps with hardly a noise now, her eyes wide and fixed.

“Are you getting wet for me, love? Your pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it? I’m going to reward you for being so good. When you look in the mirror and see my handprint on your ass, you’re going to remember who fucked you so well.”

She mewled, and he delivered a few more slaps, the last one hardest. She jerked but didn’t try to squirm away.

With her ass growing redder and his cock harder, he ran his hand between her legs. Easing his fingertip under the crotch of her panties, he found her as slippery as sin.

“Fuck yeah,” he said raggedly.

She panted, pushing into his hand.

“Almost there. I need you wetter.”

He removed his finger and spanked her five more times. She was starting to react, lurching into his touch, taking it like the best sub. Bursting with pride, he turned her around and kissed her.

With each flip of Stowe’s tongue against hers, Tabbart lost more restraint. An unearthly noise filled the shower and she realized it was coming from her.

Her skin where he’d spanked her felt hot and electrified. Each nerve ending sizzled, making her highly aware of her every breath, heartbeat and pulsation of her pussy.

As she slicked her hands over his muscled form, she splayed her fingers to graze his erection. She sank her fingers into the trimmed hair cushioning his cock. He rocked against her hand and she knew what she had to do.

What she wanted to do.

Holding his gaze, she sank down his body. With that badass crooked smile, he guided her to her knees and held her face as she paused with his mushroom head at her lips.

“Don’t look away from me. Take me.”

Her senses snapped. She swallowed him on a moan. The salty man taste flooded her head and she took him deeper. Never had she desired to please a man this much. As a woman who wasn’t that into oral sex, this was a detour from her normal life.

Everything about this experience was. She’d definitely return to the set a new person.

When she cupped Stowe’s heavy balls in one hand and gently kneaded, he growled. “Yeah, love. Just like that. Down beneath them. Fuck yeah.”

His lack of inhibitions turned her on more and her pussy pulsated. She sucked him deeper, and deeper yet. Bobbing to take more, gathering the precome on the tip of his shaft with a soft moan.

As soon as she started to get into the action of sucking him, curling her tongue, pushing down on him hard and fast, he grabbed her face and held her inches from his length.

Within the steely cradle of his hands, she couldn’t move if she wanted. But she wasn’t afraid either.

“Don’t move. At all. Do you understand?”

She blinked up at him. She must have done something wrong.

“Say ‘yes, Master’.”

She felt a blush coat her cheeks. She looked away. “Yes, Master.”

“Look into my eyes and say it.”

This total power over her bucked everything she’d ever been taught. Feminism flew out the window. This wasn’t what most women did—gave up control to a man and called him Master. Yet with Stowe, it didn’t seem frightening.

She brought her gaze up to his. “Yes, Master.” The words were quiet but there. He heard.

“Good, love. Now hold still. I want to see how much you can take.”

A test? Nervousness filled her. Was he going to push into her mouth too deep? What if she choked?

He ran the tips of his fingers around her skull to the soft spot behind her ear. His reassurance worked. She relaxed into his hands as he directed his cock back into her mouth.

The instant she tasted him, she wanted more. She started to move but he gripped her hard, holding her immobile. His gaze was hot and dark on her, burrowing deep into her psyche.

She lost herself in his stare and the feel of him moving in her mouth.

“Open wider.”

She obeyed without thought and he sank a bit deeper. She tried to tip her head to accept him at a different angle but he didn’t let her move. He pumped into her mouth with exquisite slowness. God, he needed to move faster. She wanted to watch his face and feel him tense right before he came.

He eased his hips back and swung forward again. The tip of his cock struck her soft palate. She swallowed reflexively.

“That’s it. Just right.” His features twisted and she became so mesmerized by his bliss that she didn’t care he was using her so roughly.

She took his cock in her mouth in a way she’d never believed she could. Or would. Most women would find this offensive to the extreme. But knowing she was giving him pleasure…

Her pussy ached. As she moaned, he cut off the noise. She swallowed, trying to draw the cream from him. She wanted to taste him so bad.

He stopped dead, cradling her face, his cock head on her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks to suck him, but he barked an order. “Don’t move.”

Breathing heavily, she tried to make sense of a man who didn’t want to get off fast. Not Stowe. He had restraint unlike any she’d ever known. Of course, this was his job. But she had a feeling he was doing it for her sake.

Teaching her.

She held absolutely still, gaze locked on his, her insides quivering for more. Her jaw started to ache.

“Don’t move,” he reminded her.

Had she? She wanted to sink her fingers into his tight buns and yank him deep into her mouth so he could unload.

“Good. So good. I’m memorizing how you look right now with my cock resting in your open mouth.”

The image drew a long groan from her. She shifted on her knees.

“I bet your knees are starting to ache on that tile. Blink once for yes.”

She blinked. They did hurt, but she hadn’t been on her knees very long. She could take more. Especially when she wanted to tear all control from him and make him pound into her mouth until he roared with release.

At this rate, she’d come before he did, without a single touch. Her inner muscles fluttered in time to her heart.

He tightened his glutes and his cock bobbed on her tongue. She swallowed.

“When I say don’t move, I mean it, Tabbart.”

The reprimand was delivered in a low, soft voice. But she felt the impact to the cells of her being. She wanted to make this good for him.

Then he’ll make it good for me.

How much she’d learned in such a short time. This was her first day on the ranch.

She opened her eyes wide.

“Ah yes, love. Beg me with those eyes. Let me know you want my come shooting over your tongue.”

She tried to hold still but it was nearly impossible. She was so turned on. Aching. Needy.