Lassoed By A Dom (7 page)

“Yes, Sir.” God, how good it was to address him by the honorific. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“So I’m going to take that into consideration.” He stroked a fingertip down the length of one arm and across the upper swell of her breasts. “Do you believe in Fate?”

If she hadn’t before, she did now. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

“I’d say it’s Fate that brought us together. That brief contact in Oklahoma? I knew then there was something special in store for us. I just didn’t know what or when.” He walked slowly around her body, running the flat of his hand over the curve of her ass, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her micro skirt and grunting in satisfaction when he came into contact with the bare skin of her buttocks.

“Permission to speak?”

“Yes. Absolutely. I want to make sure we get everything on the table.” He paused. “This time.”

Trish hid a smile. She wanted the same thing. “I felt the same way that day. I was sorry when I looked again and you were gone. And now here we are.”

“Yes.” He was in front of her again. “And here we are. So. First things first. Safe word.”

“Misty.”

“Misty? Is there a special meaning to it?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s the name of my horse.”

He actually chuckled a little. “Fine. Misty it is. Now. Something you should know. Two of the things I favor are Shibari and the violet wand, usually in conjunction with each other. I need to know now if you have a problem with either of those.”

She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wanted to do, but she just shook her head. “No, Sir. No problem.”

“Excellent. So we’ll begin. Remove your clothing and place it on the chair over there. Then come to stand beneath the hook in the ceiling.”

Trish did as he asked, the soaked crotch of her thong rubbing against her slick thighs as she tugged it off. He’d take one look at that and know exactly how aroused she was. That was fine with her. Jake Keenan pushed her buttons when she’d thought he was pure vanilla. Now? She wanted him to know exactly how much he turned her on. They might only have two weeks together, but she planned to enjoy every minute of those fourteen days.

Chapter Four

Jake really wanted to drag tonight out as long as possible. The shock of discovering Trish Barton was into D/s still reverberated through him. Could he possibly get any luckier? He was torn between asking her what types of play turned her on the most and saying the hell with it and just pulling her into his own preferences. If only he’d known she was going to be here and had a chance to ask Clint about her. His palm itched to spank that gorgeous ass for not letting him know the night before, but then he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming, either.

He had brought only his favorite toys with him, expecting to find a familiar sub to spend time with. Rawhide, of course, had several he could use, but he always preferred his own. There were any number of other activities that would arouse both of them to incredible heights, but Jake was a fatalist. He always believed things happened the way they were supposed to so he would keep to his original plan. Tonight, he was going to stick with the things he enjoyed the most, the things he’d brought with him, and show her how much pleasure they could bring to her.

Jake unzipped his satchel and removed the long coil of blue silken cord, letting the soft rope glide through his fingers. He watched Trish through narrowed eyes, his cock already pulsing against his fly as his gaze took in the lines and curves of her figure, the rosy tips of her breasts, the sable-colored hair defining her pussy. As he moved closer to her, he could smell the rich perfume of her musk, and his gaze caught the slickness of her inner thighs. His balls ached as her scent invaded his body.

She stared at the length of rope.

“You know what they say about cowboys and their ropes,” he told her. “We learn how to hogtie women by roping and hogtying cattle.” He cupped her chin. “Have any other cowboys hogtied you, subbie? Used Shibari with you before?”

She nodded. “Yes, they have.” She gave him a teasing smile. “I liked it.” Then her face sobered. “But not too much. It’s a very good form of punishment when a sub has misbehaved.”

Jake almost laughed out loud. He was beginning to think he and this woman were made for each other, and that kind of thinking could be dangerous. At least until they both figured out where this was heading and ironed out a few glitches. “Good. Then you know the knots on the rope are placed for maximum pressure effect and the sub is restrained in a way as to give her Master free access to every part of her.”

“I do.” She wet her lower lip. “Sir.”

“Very good.”

From the first time he’d seen a Shibari demonstration, he’d been fascinated with it and spent time studying the intricacies with an expert. The more he played with it, the more he became addicted to it and all the possibilities it presented. He could hardly wait to see Trish in the intricate net he’d create for her.

He allowed himself a moment to take in every inch of her luscious naked body that he hadn’t absorbed the night before. His gaze traveled over the nice plump breasts, not too big but just right. The flare of her hips and the curve of her ass. The strong legs, toned, with muscles developed through years of training and competing. He saw three little freckles on her left shoulder and took a moment to lick them lightly with his tongue. Two more sat just to the side of her belly button, and he bent to give them the same attention.

He walked around her slowly, his eyes drinking her in, imagining all the things he was going to do to her and how they would turn them both on. He’d seen her flying around the arena on her horse, totally in control of her situation. Now he was going to be completely in control of her.

“I wouldn’t have guessed submission was your thing.” He spoke the words quietly.

“Permission to speak, Sir?”

“Absolutely. I want to know.”

“From the first moment I began training for barrel racing, working to become one with my horse, learning to ride the cloverleaf in the fewest seconds possible, I’ve had to be in charge of everything. Totally controlling myself and my animal. Several years ago a friend took me to a club much like Rawhide where I met a very experienced Dom.” She lifted her shoulders and then let them relax. “I learned that not only was this the one aspect of my life where I didn’t have to be in control, but I really enjoyed giving it up to someone else.” She glanced up at him briefly. “I also discovered the pleasure in pain. So many ways, so much pain, so much pleasure.”

Listening to her, every muscle in his body tightened with anticipation. He could hardly wait to move forward with what he had planned. He began by tying one end of the rope in a loop around one wrist, fashioning a small knot to press against her pulse point. From there he continued winding the rope around her so every knot he fashioned hit a different point of stimulation. Across her back and onto the other wrist, pulling them both behind her back so that her breasts were thrust forward. Around each breast, pulling the rope tightly so each breast was plumped and thrust forward. Her nipples, such a pretty color, tempted him, and when he closed his mouth over one of them, he was pleased to feel how hard and stiff it was. Carefully, he bit down on it, the sound of pleasure she made making his nerve endings dance in response.

When he pressed the silk into the crevice of her ass, he guided it with the tip of a finger he used to press against the small opening there. She squeezed those cheeks together and made another one of those breathy little sounds. Bracing her with his forearm, he trailed his fingers down to her pussy, probing the hot flesh there and smiling to himself as he found it hot and very wet.

He continued to wind the rope in its intricate pattern, still paying careful attention to Trish’s body and her reaction to everything. He looked at her face, studying the expression in her eyes, noting how flushed her cheeks were and how the tiny flecks of gold in her coffee-colored eyes flared like tiny bursts of flames. He tugged on the rope at different points, knowing the knots on her clit and in her ass would press even harder. Although she said nothing, he was rewarded by the site of the pulse beating frantically at the soft hollow of her throat.

When he had every bit of the intricate design in place, with Trish’s wrists bound behind her and then connected to the rope between her ankles, he pressed a button in the floor and lowered the hook that was over her head. She never said a word as he made adjustments again to the rope, not even when he tightened things so her body was bowed forward. Winding the edge of the rope around the hook and locking it into place, he raised her constrained body just enough so her mouth was level with his crotch.

The thought of her mouth on him, with her body trussed up this way, every knot rubbing against an erotic spot as she sucked him, sent a hard current of electricity through him. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. He took great care lowering the zipper on his leather pants because he’d gone commando tonight and he was so engorged he risked injuring himself if he wasn’t careful.

At last he was naked, standing before her with his cock in his hand, stroking it as he rested the head on her lower lip.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. “I want to feel those sweet lips around me, tightening around my shaft. Is it as hot and wet as your cunt, little sub? Can it suck me in as hard? Do a good job, and I’ll reward you.”

Obediently, she opened her mouth as he asked, and he slid his dick in an inch, then two. When she closed her lips around him and teased the head with her tongue, he had to close his eyes to get control of himself. Last night, without any of this, had been incredible. But tonight? Shit! This was beyond anything he could have imagined, and he was far from a novice either at sex or BDSM.

Her lips were so soft, her tongue an erotic weapon all its own as she did her best to swirl it around the head and probe the slit with the tip. Adjusting the angle of the Shibari web that ensnared her so her head was tilted slightly back, he continued easing his dick into her mouth, an inch at a time, until she had taken him completely. Cupping his balls, he set up a cadence with his hips, back and forth, in and out, the velvet of her mouth like a hot blanket wrapped around his skin.

“Good,” he breathed. “So fucking good. Yeah, that’s it. Use your teeth, girl. Scrape my shaft. Oh, yeah. Just like that.”

As he thrust in and out, riding her tongue, feeling the suction created by her lips, little groans rumbled in her throat and vibrated against him. It was one of the most erotic things he could imagine. He couldn’t help himself. He reached around her and pinched both cheeks of her ass, his mouth watering at the sight of the red marks that appeared at once. He did it again and again, leaving a pattern that provoked his senses even more.

“More, girl,” he told her in a guttural voice. “Yes, that’s it. Jesus. Fuck! That’s so fucking good.”

He felt his orgasm building already and tried to force it back. All too quickly he felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine and the tightening in his balls. Not yet, not yet, he told himself, but his body paid no attention, automatically stepping up the pace. The faster he moved the harder Trish sucked until his semen pulsated through his cock and exploded into her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose, her throat moving convulsively, she swallowed every drop until she’d sucked him dry.

Slowly, he eased himself from her mouth and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. When she touched the tip of her tongue to it, lust crackled through him again. Two seconds ago, he’d been drained dry. Now his cock was sending him another message. Holy shit! This woman was liable to kill him.

“Very good, girl. Excellent. I think we’ll have to do a lot more of that.” He cupped her chin and tilted her head so he could look into her eyes. “It’s so much better when you’re helpless. Fuck. It’s more than better.”

“Th-thank you, Sir.” Her breathing was choppy.

Well, he was about to make it choppier and guarantee they both enjoyed it.

He adjusted the rigging to ease the strain on her arms and legs and pull her more upright. Fetching a bottle of water from the tiny fridge in the corner, he uncapped it and fed her a few sips, slowly, massaging her jaw at the same time. Then he set it aside and loosened the rigging a little more. Then he moved his satchel and the small table it was on against the wall in front of Trish. “How are you doing, subbie?”

She was watching him with eyes slightly unfocused. He knew hanging her in the intricate webbing and weaving the Shibari pattern around her would stimulate her even before he’d slid his cock into her mouth. He had seen other subs go deep into subspace from the stimulation of the knots and the endorphins released by the pain. He had no idea, though, how much Trish could take so they would move along in increments. The last thing he wanted was to push her too far too fast and lose all of this—whatever this was turning out to be.

“Fine, Master.” The little minx licked her lips again, even as her words tumbled out unevenly. “Thank you for asking.”

“I have something special here, something that’s high on my list of preferences.” He leaned down to speak in her ear. “Something that will drive you out of your mind with want and need. And make you crave more and more.” He lifted a metal case from the satchel, placed it on the table and opened it, displaying his full violet wand kit. “Have any of your Doms used this with you?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She drew in a deep breath and let it out. “And I enjoy it very much.”

His cock pulsed again at her words. “By the time we’re finished tonight, I hope to drive the memories of everyone else out of your mind.”

Her eyes widened. “But—”

“For the time you’re here,” he amended.

And for longer than that if I have anything to say about it.

He plugged the wand into an outlet in the wall and turned it on, briefly touching the back of his hand and his arm to make sure it was sparking. Trish’s eyes followed him as he came to stand beside her, her body jerking as he pinched each nipple, hard. He waited a moment then did it again, harder, watching carefully to see how far he could push her. He did it five times, each time pressing harder, before he saw her jaw tense and heard a sound of pain roll up from her throat.