Ride The Mustang (SEALs Going Hot) (7 page)

And have a lot of patience while she was doing it.

He wanted to take her out to dinner, but she loved cooking for him. Creating a special environment for the two of them. She still believed they had something special going between them. Really special. No matter how much he denied it to himself. If this gave him a hint of what he could have with her… Well, she could hope, but at least know she’d done whatever she could.

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When he rang the doorbell at exactly seven thirty, she took one last look at herself in the mirror, fluffed her hair with her fingertips, and opened the door.

God! The sight of him always took her breath away. A soft collar shirt and khakis caressed the lines of his lean body, and dark eyes looked out at her from a warrior’s face. He was wearing those hand tooled Western boots again, the quintessential cowboy. Raw sex on the hoof. A frisson of excitement skated over her skin, her every pulse point throbbed in anticipation, and it seemed every one of her cells quivered in excitement. She raised an eyebrow at the small satchel he carried in one hand.

He grinned. “Toys. For later.”

“Oh?” Her heart rate tripled. “Are we going to play games?”

“Oh, yeah.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Most definitely.”

She did her best to be calm and relaxed during dinner. Tonight she’d made it very casual, steaks on the grill, which she had Mustang tend while she finished the potatoes and salad. They made idle conversation over dinner. He told her what little he could about the training exercise and the guys in his platoon. She talked about some work she was doing at the office. The conversation was easy and superficial, but the sexual tension in the room was so intense she could almost see it. More than once, when she looked up from her plate, she caught Mustang eying her with a look so hot it nearly singed her skin.

“No dessert,” he said when she cleared the dinner dishes.

“Oh, but I have éclairs from the bakery,” she protested.

“Later.” He gave her a wolfish grin. “You’ll need to refresh your energy.”

She had barely managed to get the dishes in the dishwasher before he crowded her against the counter. Bracketing her with his arms, he pressed his groin against her ass, his erection thick and hard beneath the fabric of his slacks. The pressure of it against her body made her instantly more liquid than she already was.

“How’s that sweet bottom of yours tonight?” he asked, nipping at the lobe of one ear

“It’s—it’s good,” she stammered. “Better than good. Fine, even.”

He reached down and slid his hand beneath her short skirt, up along her thigh until he reached one cheek of her buttocks. The light pinch startled her, but it also made her nipples harden enough to cut glass.

“Feels good to me, too.” His lust-roughened voice scraped along her nerves and sent a spike of heat through her.

Not sure exactly how the rules of the game had changed since the other night, she let her instincts guide her and lifted her face to his, lips slightly parted. Then slowly, in the gesture she knew drove him crazy, she drew her tongue over her lower lip, moistening it.

The wild horse bucked, thrusting his groin against her hard and pressing his lips to hers. His tongue swept in as if it owned the inside of her mouth, and the heat from his body flashed through her.

He broke the kiss but his mouth still touched hers. “Tonight I want to see you on your knees. I want to see you in intricate rope designs. And I want to heat up that sweet, sweet ass of yours again.”

Her knees weakened at his words. If he hadn’t been pressed so hard against her, she wasn’t sure she’d have been able to stand.

Enjoy it while you can, April. At least you’ll have the memories.

His hand slid around to her mound, one finger inching beneath the triangle of silk covering her to find her wet slit.

“Soaked.” His voice rasped like a rough saw. “Damn, April. Have you been dreaming about me while I was gone?”

“Yes.” She whispered out the word.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom,” he growled, nipping her ear lobe again.

When he scraped her clit lightly with a fingernail, shock waves of lust raced through her. “Yes,” she breathed. “I think we should.”

He grabbed the satchel he’d brought with him, then lifted her in his arms and strode out of the kitchen.

She’d left one lamp on in the bedroom, casting a golden glow on everything. When he set her down on her feet at the side of the bed, the light cast shadows on the harsh lines of his face and caught the gleam of fire in his eyes. God, she wanted to lick him all over. But obediently she stood and waited for instructions from him.

One thing she had done while he was away was pull out the erotic romance novels she had and scour them for every BDSM scene she could remember. She also spent a lot of time on the Internet, amazed at the amount of information of the lifestyle that was available. The more she learned, the more fascinated she became. As she read, images of that night together kept flashing through her mind. It all left her in a high state of anticipation, one she was tempted to relieve herself. But she remembered Fletch’s commanding voice from their last time together: “Do not come until I tell you to.”

Okay, so he wasn’t there to see. But restraining herself this way only ramped up her excitement. She was more than ready for him.

Placing the satchel on the floor next to her, he stood and looked at her for a long moment. “Clothes off,” he ordered. “And don’t rush.”

She watched his eyes devour her as she removed her clothing piece by piece, her lips curved in a teasing smile. When she stood before him completely naked, his muscles bunched and tightened as he made a supreme effort to control himself. She thrilled to realize she could actually force a crack in that rigid barrier, the knowledge empowering her.

“Did you enjoy our last time together?” he asked. “Did it excite you?”

“Oh, yes.”
You have no idea how much.

“Good.”

Her gaze followed his hands as he pulled items from the satchel. First, he placed a long length of blue rope on the bed. This was followed by something with a narrow braided handle and several short strips of leather dangling from it. Handcuffs lined with soft-looking pink fleece. And a thin strip of polished wood.

With his eyes focused on her, he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the little chair not far from the bed. Shoes came next. No socks. Then the slacks, leaving him in boxer briefs that outlined every inch of his bulging cock and his balls.

Sweet heaven!

As wet as she was before, now liquid seeped out to slick the inside of her thighs. The room was rich with the scent of her musk. Fletch’s nostrils flared and a hungry smile curved his lips.

“Oh, yeah. Maybe excite isn’t a strong enough word.” He lifted the long cord from the bed. “Silk. Nice and soft like your scarves, so it doesn’t bruise the skin. And long enough for me to do anything I want with it. Move two steps closer.”

She took two steps forward. “I, um, was reading my books again.”

“Oh?” He looped the rope around her waist. “Is that why you’re so fucking wet tonight?”

She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Maybe.”

His laugh was a raw sound. “Didn’t those books teach you the proper answers for your Dom?”

She knew she was yanking his chain, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. “Perhaps I should read them again.”

“And perhaps I should discipline you so you’ll remember next time.”

Next time? Did that mean—

“Pay attention,” he warned, “or your punishment might be even worse.”

“Yes.” She peeked up at him through her lashes. “Sir.”

He reached behind her and swatted her ass. “I see you really need to learn discipline. Now stand still.”

She could keep her mouth shut, but she seemed to have no control over her accelerating heartrate as he wound the soft cord around her in an intricate pattern. Knots were centered over her navel and her clit and against the delicate ring of her anus as he continued to pull the fabric tighter. Then around her breasts, tightening so they lifted the mounds like an underwire bra.

When he left a length still unused, she wanted to ask him why but decided it would be wiser for her to wait. And she didn’t have long to wait. Silently, he drew her hands behind her. Something clasped around her wrists and, from the feel, she knew it was the fleece-lined handcuffs. The lock clicking into place sounded abnormally loud in the room.

Helpless!

The word bounced around in her brain. But rather than frightening her, it only sent a stronger jolt of lust through her. And she wondered why
that
didn’t frighten her.

Mustang picked up the rope again. When he tugged on the cuffs, she knew he was looping the rope over the lock and pulling it downward.

“Time to kneel,” he told her.

She did so awkwardly, out of balance without the use of her hands. But she somehow managed it without toppling over.

“Good girl,” he praised.

In the next moment, he wound the rest of the rope around each ankle. A slight yank as he tied the final knot, then he was standing in front of her, the fly of his boxers right at her eye level. She couldn’t stop from licking her lips.

Mustang laughed. “I’m glad you’re hungry for it, because you’re going to get it all.”

Stripping off his boxers, he dropped them on the rest of his clothes, then turned to face her again, standing barely the thickness of a paper away. Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked it slowly.

“For three nights, I’ve been dreaming about your mouth on me again,” he told her. “Those sweet lips and that hot tongue. Now, I want it again.”

“But—” She frowned and yanked on her handcuffs, signaling him she couldn’t reach out for him.

“Ah, but that’s half the pleasure. Open up, April.”

She opened her mouth wide, and Mustang slid the wide thickness of his shaft across her lower lip and onto her tongue. She hummed with satisfaction, her tongue sliding back and forth against the soft skin covering hard steel. When she brought her teeth down lightly, he groaned and thrust his hips at her.

“Yeah. Good. That’s good. Do it. Just like the other night.”

Of course, tonight she didn’t have the use of her hands, but as she worked her mouth up and down on him and teased him with her tongue she realized this was even more erotic. As she found her equilibrium, she was able to set up a steady rhythm, broken only when she drew her head back so her lips surrounded the head. She dipped her tongue into the slit, then swirled it around the head before taking all of him into her mouth again.

This might have been one of the most sensual things she had ever done. With every movement of her body, the knots rubbed teasingly on her sensitive places. She found that by inching her hips back and forth, she could rub her body parts against the braided silk. She was sure the strand of the rope passing over her cunt was dripping wet by now.

At some point, he scraped his fingers through her hair, gripping her head and moving it this way and that to adjust the angle. His cock swelled even more, if that was possible, filling her mouth to the point of nearly choking her.

“Breath through your nose, April.” His voice was ragged. “Slow deep breaths.”

He tilted her head back so the tip of his dick slid down the back of her throat. She swallowed convulsively, inhaled through her nostrils, and repressed the gag reflex. Then her entire head seemed to relax into the movement again. In and out, his heavy shaft rode on her slick tongue, and her lips closed around him.

She lost track of time, focused only on the pleasure she gave Mustang and the stimulation of the Shibari design. When his grip on her head tightened and his fingers dug into her scalp, she knew he was close.

“Now,” he shouted and immediately spurted into her mouth. Hot semen hit her tongue and throat, and she swallowed as quickly as she could.

When the last bit of cum had drained from him and his cock relaxed on her tongue, he wrapped his fingers around the base and slowly withdrew from her mouth. Smoothing her hair, he bent forward and laced a light kiss on her lips. “You’re very good at that.”

“Thank you.” Her lips were sore, but she managed a smile for him.

Lifting her carefully, he placed her on the bed on her stomach, still completely bound in the elaborate design, and placed pillows beneath her head.

“I need a little time to recover,” he told her. “You did a good job on me.”

She waited to see what would come next. Would he spank her again? The residual sting and the memory had kept her aroused for two days afterwards. She didn’t have long to find out.

He caressed her ass with his warm palm. “When you sat down after the other night, did you think of me?”

“Yes.” She nodded then smiled. “Every minute.”

“Good. No blindfold tonight. Not yet, anyway.” He pinched each cheek, and she jerked a little bit. “You turn such a beautiful shade of red. I can’t wait to see it again.” He brought the flat of his hand down on each globe with a sharp
thwack!

“Oh!” The word popped from her mouth before she realized it, but then she wiggled her bottom.

“Did you like that, little subbie?” Another caress.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I did.” And she wasn’t telling a lie.

“Tanning your ass will be enough to get me hard again, you know. And tonight, I have something to add. But first that spanking that you seem so anxious for. Ten. Remember to count.”

Mustang wrapped his fingers around the chain between the handcuffs and applied his other palm of the cheek. These slaps were harder than she remembered. Her breath came in short puffs, and she found it more difficult to count. Concentration was harder, because every time she moved, the knots of silken rope pressed against erotic areas of her body. The one against her anus sent particular jolts of heat through her.

“Ow,” she cried more than once. “Oh! Ow!”

But every time she stopped counting, he pinched each cheek to remind her to keep going. The tweak raised the intensity of the pain as well as her need for something to fill her cunt. Anything. She almost didn’t care. And every time her body jerked, the knots did their work, stimulating her even more. At last, he applied ten to each buttock. By the time he finished, she was a writhing, squirming mass and so turned on she was ready to beg for his cock.