Mariette And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 2) (25 page)

As the Queen of RDS, Shay was allowed to have whoever and whatever she wanted; anything at all. Some of the guys were her sex puppets whenever Eric wasn’t around but she was pretty sure that Eric had it the same way. She remembered back when she caught Tasty sucking his dick through one of the glory holes in their living room. Open relationships were nothing in RDS, it was when you actually claimed someone else’s partner that causes a problem. Two things come to mind when thinking about Tasty, who didn’t she fuck and why would anyone every even fathom ‘wifeying’ her. Shay shrugged at the thought.
If they like it, they like it
she said under her breath
—

The car hit a bump in the road. Henriquez wrapped his arm around her and grabbed her breasts, “you aight,” he questioned smirking.

Shay wiped his hand off of her breasts, “I’m fine.”

He chuckled. Henriquez wasn’t bad looking but there was just something unknown about him. Something that she sort of wasn’t sure she would ever want to explore. He was handsome on the outside. He was tall with almost black hair and green eyes. He was really fair in complexion but was still attractive.  He wore dressy clothes: slacks, a button-up shirt and dress-shoes were his go-to pieces and that was fine and dandy but she just couldn’t help but wonder about him. He liked the fancier things and seemed pretty calm and collected when he got his way. She knew his type and didn’t really want anything to do with him but she couldn’t prove anything yet.

They arrived at Analdo’s Dress Shop at around 11:30 am and as they pulled up Henriquez tidied up his shirt and the cuffs of his sleeves. When the car came to a full stop Shay grabbed her black quilted Chanel bag and prepared to leave the car. As she did Henriquez stepped out and outstretched his hand to grab hers. As she came to her feet she tripped out of the car. He grabbed her ass squeezing it tight and sliding his finger over her warm pussy. She shooed his hand away as she so often had to do with him only this time he grabbed her wrist. He chuckled in response to her
standoffishness
.

“You forgot something,” his emerald eyes looked thirsty… He picked up her eyeglasses and slid one of the temples between her breasts. She looked away from him embarrassed.

“You got security detail today Riquez,” Snow ordered, “Eric needs me for a drop.”

Henriquez’s face lit up and it annoyed Shay but she simply smiled and carried on into the shop. Analdo was an older Italian man who made much of Shay’s wardrobe from dresses to shoes. She was sort of like his model. He thought she was the most beautiful thing and often times awarded all sorts of gifts and trinkets just to show his appreciation of her coming to his shop. She spent thousands on his work on a monthly basis so his gifts weren’t exactly unwarranted.

“My darling,” he covered his mouth as if he was in a state of shock or surprise, “you look absolutely adorable,” he spun her around, “ I made something very special for you that I’m sure will suit your tastes,” he brought out a sheer black dress.

Shay gasped as he slid the dress on the mannequin her used as a mold for her clothing— it had her exact measurements. The dress was perfectly sheer just how she liked her clothing. Henriquez was sitting in a wide cushioned chair with his right leg resting over his left watching their interaction. Analdo pressed the dress up to her body and began to explain the specifications— basically that there is extra space for her breasts and her bottom so that the dress lays flat on her body.

“This would look perfect with the cuff-style heels that I just bought or maybe even my clear stripper heels if I’m feeling very daring,” she put her glasses on. She looked more like a conservative secretary when she had her glasses on. She didn’t wear them often because they creased her eyes and made them dark and sometimes puffy which she hated.

She glanced out the window to see a familiar face. Layla wearing a pants suit with her hair up in a French bun. She was talking on her cell phone with someone. Shay wanted to say hello but something— someone told her not to. Henriquez clenched his teeth.

“Put on the dress to see if it fits,” he ordered.

Shay looked at him over her glasses because clearly he forgot who was in charge.

“You know Eric hates when you spend money on things that you don’t wear— try it on,” he said in slightly a more polite manner.

She went into the dressing room and removed her top and skirt and slid on the dress. Her black bra was visible through it and you could see that she was wearing a g-string. She came out of the dressing room with her new dress on. It fit super snug. Analdo clearly was in love with it as well. He cupped his hands over his mouth looking astonished.  She went to the mirror to see the dress on and she loved it. She liked how it looked on her body. The soft feminine lines of her abdomen were visible. She ironically didn’t like showing her belly button but this dress was so right.

Henriquez grabbed her by her hips and spun her around, “looks good— box the rest of them u—

“Shay, I didn’t think I’d see you in a place like this,” Layla hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Shay snapped.

“I meant, I didn’t think you were a fan of the great Analdo’s work— yesterday you were—

“Yesterday was a special occasion,” she quickly retorted.

Henriquez smirked.

“I remember,” Layla smiled, “that dress suits you,” she said.

She was being awkward for reasons Shay couldn’t wrap her head around. Yesterday night she was all over Shay’s pussy and now she was acting as if she didn’t recognize her or anything. It was annoying to say the least. If there was one thing Shay couldn’t stand was a person who acted brand new when they got around a certain crowd. Perhaps Layla thought Shay was a lowly person because of the mesh top she sported the night before without a bra. She was covered up with a fur coat— it wasn’t like everyone could see her nipples. She definitely wasn’t a Tasty.

Analdo handed Layla a red and white polka dot halter-top style jump suit.

“I can’t stand a ‘somewhere over the rainbow’ type bitch,” Shay stated firmly taking out her wallet to pay for her clothes, “nobody even asked for your comments anyway polka dots and moonbeams bitch,” Shay snarled.

Henriquez laughed quietly but lost control.

“Don’t shade me,” Layla stated properly pressing her dainty hand to her chest. Henriquez laughed. Shay was so pissed she took off the dress right then and there and changed before leaving without saying another word to Layla. The night before she was so different… She trusted her because she saw much of herself in her but now she simply couldn’t understand.

It was around 6 p.m. when all of a sudden Shay’s phone was blowing up. Today was supposed to be a super chill day but instead a whole bunch of shit was going down. First Layla and now this! She was getting so many different texts from so many people that she silenced her phone. She just didn’t feel like being bothered. Eric still wasn’t home which meant that she had to deal with Henriquez until he got back. She sighed heavily as she looked over at him as he read a magazine while sipping on some coconut rum from last night.

She wasn’t going to be bothered by him. She went into her closet room and slipped back into her brand new dress. Analdo had made another masterpiece. She loved it so much that she even changed her shoes to the cuff link heels she described earlier. The look would be complete with something to cover up her bottom so she threw on a thin black mini skirt that Analdo had made her and removed her bra and but the top back on. The room was dimly lit so you could barely see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Henriquez stood in the doorway, “you do know that everyone is trying to get in contact with you, right,” he questioned stroking his beard.

“Yeah— I know. I don’t feel like being bothered,” she pushed past him, her long dark hair swinging behind her. She went back to the bar in the kitchen where she left her phone and grabbed a bowl and poured some chocolate in it and reached for fresh strawberries. Henriquez stood with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. She swirled the strawberries in the chocolate and bit into the sweet berry.

“Can I have some?” he inquired though he seemed a bit flustered. She shoved the bowl over to him and he ate one. She reached over to have another only this time he grabbed the bowl and laughed, “These are mine,” he popped another into his mouth, “mmmm…. If you want another one you have to let me give it to you,” he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head as if it were some epic kind of ultimatum. She’d let him have it though because she wanted to know what he was all about. He had always acted strange around her and now was her opportunity to see why.

He swirled a berry in chocolate and threw it into her mouth. She laughed because she was both shocked and off guard, “bitch if that hit my dress we would’ve had some problems,” she snickered.

“I like problems,” he threw another one. She barely caught this one— the proof was the chocolate smeared on the side of her lips. He stepped closer and wiped it from her lips and licked it from his finger, “you want some more,” he smiled, “I won’t attack your with desert, I swear,” he chortled.

She allowed herself to get closer. He gently took a berry and placed it to her lips, “you can have it whenever you’d like,” he breathed. She bit into it slowly gazing into his jade colored eyes. He grabbed the side of her head and looked her up and down.

“You missed one,” he stooped down a bit his warm breath made her nipple hardened just before he grabbed her tit and lapped it, “two,” he said gazing up at her taking her other pierced nipple into his mouth.

She sort of felt bad about letting him taste her like that but she loved his roughness and the thirst in his eyes made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world. He grabbed her hips and slammed them into him, pressing his hard cock into her nice and close to let her know how he felt at the moment. His hand danced around her chin and pushed the long strands of hair away from her face. He analyzed her neck before plunging into it and kissing it deeply and passionately. She knew better than to just let him leave marks on her. She pushed him away and stepped back. She just wanted to throw on something different. She picked up her phone and headed back into her closet. She was so embarrassed by how wet she was that she clenched her legs together and decided to shower but he wouldn’t let her.

He grabbed her hands and pressed them to the wall. She knew she should have stopped him for some reason but she decided it would feel better if she didn’t. He unzipped his pants and then suddenly she could feel the tip of him sliding up and down her pussy. She slid in the same direction as him. Her hips moving in ways he never imagined. He grabbed her while groaning and steadied her hips so that he could slide into her. He was thick and long and as he pushed it into her she moaned loud— his instant reaction was to pull her hair to hush her up.

He slid every centimeter into her and then slowly and meticulously pulled it out. He was teasing her. He liked how impatient she was and that she didn’t accept anything less than what she wanted and how exactly she wanted it. She pushed her pussy onto his throbbing cock. He placed his hand on her lower back and got close to her ear.

“You can take what I give you,” he said huskily— his breath was much heavier now, and even though his cock wasn’t as big as Eric’s he filled her up so much it made her want to scream. He grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it hard. Shay gasped and bit her bottom lip, moaning was the only response she could seem to muster. He stepped back a little and pushed her upper back towards the floor to get a nice bend. He gently moved her legs apart as he pushed his fat cock into her tight hole and slid it back out. Slowly and controlled until he stopped completely.

All of a sudden he wrapped her hair around his hands and slammed his entire length into her. With each and every thrust he fucked her harder and faster and she moaned louder and louder, her pussy got more and more slippery. He slapped her ass so hard that she literally screamed. He gave her back control of her own body and sat onto the soft pink couch in her closet room. His cock was so hard it was standing by itself.

She crawled over to him like a lioness and took it into her mouth. He helped her all the way down to his balls before pulling her back by her hair and getting a good look at her.

“I want you to sit on it and ride it really fucking hard,” he said looking into her eyes, “I want you to bounce on it until it erupts inside of you— can you do that for me?” he inquired.

Her eyes stayed locked on him as she sat onto his cock. He moaned heavily, “mmmm…. Good girl,” he smirked. She took his face which suddenly flushed red, she laughed to herself. He wasn’t so bad and she though it was cute that he was so shy for the big aggressive man he was. She didn’t mind and she didn’t really care. She just liked how he felt inside of her. She liked doing it with him and she was actually surprised that she actually enjoyed when he pulled her hair. It wasn’t something that she wasn’t used to. But it was definitely not something that she would think for a man to do. It reminded her of when she and Eric had just gotten together he would grab her hair when they had anal together but this time was different— I guess.

It felt so good sliding in and out that she was confident that she wouldn’t need help to get an orgasm so she pushed on hard and deep as good as she could and pushed away. She swirled her hips on him, watching him watch her. It turned her on. She liked that he was so attentive. She bounced harder and faster and watched him groan and curse under his breath. It was so obvious that he loved the warmth of her pussy but now she was more interested in watching him cum.

He sat up, grabbing her breasts and pressing them into one another and sucking them as she rode him. The feeling she had as he grew bigger and harder combined with the stinging pain of him pinching her right breast and sucking the left. She suddenly felt high like she smoked a fatty blunt and then all of a sudden her orgasm came. He laid her down on the couch and slammed hard and rough into her making sure to use her orgasm as a precursor for the next. Not only was he drilling her tight hole hard but also deep and even though they were fucking in such an almost primitive sort of way she felt as if there was some sort of passion there. She felt secure.

Henriquez looked down at her lips and dove in to nibble them. She moaned as he went from her lips to her neck again. She was hoping to God that he didn’t mark her— that’s one thing that Eric would not tolerate. It was different to fuck other people but if he saw any bit of hickey on her he would completely and totally flip out. She pushed at Henriquez. He lips trailed down from between her breasts to her belly button and then to her pussy. He was stroking his cock finger fucking her pussy as he gently licked all over it. Shay completely and totally lost control. Her body began controlling itself. She wanted to pace herself to be able to take more of him but she just couldn’t. She climaxed again and as she did he let his cock slide up and down her wet pussy lips shooting hot cum all over her belly.

He gasped catching his breath, “I’m almost embarrassed,” he huffed, “you’re so beautiful,” he explained, “you should’ve chosen me,” he finished.

“What are you talking about?” Shay inquired.

“Instead of Eric— he’s soft… he’s not half the man you need. If you would let me have you I would never leave you alone. I promise you that. Not just for sex either. You’re smart, intelligent and you don’t mind having other girls,” Henriquez laughed. Clearly he knew about her hooking up with Layla the other night. She didn’t really care.

“I’ve always had a
crush
on you… I was just always afraid to tell you— and now this,” he got quiet suddenly.

She didn’t know what to say. She never thought in a million years that Henriquez would have been that interested in her especially considering the fact that he never said so. He was hardly ever at any events nor did he ever reach out to her unless he was on security duty. She expected a lot of things from a guy like him but this certainly wasn’t one.  They sat quiet for a moment before he cleaned her up with a warm damp cloth. After she dressed again she went to the kitchen to grab her phone. She had messages from at least 30 people all saying that Eric was in trouble.