by Nicole Snow
“What are you doing with those?” I murmured, trembling a little as I imagined all the lusty possibilities.
“Quiet. I won't answer you with words. Listen to your flesh...”
The bed next to me sank beneath his weight. He reached forward, aggressively tugging my wrists into his hands.
Gabe meticulously bound my hands, and moved to the sturdy knob in the center of the bedpost for attaching the other end. When he'd finished and started on my ankles, I pulled as hard as I could.
My hands wouldn't budge. Its fibers were a little worn, scratchy even, adding extra incentive to keep still and do exactly what he said.
My toes flexed as he pulled my legs apart. In just a couple minutes, he had me completely open, defenseless and poised with both ankles split and pointed at the large bedposts.
Now, Sir? Is this good enough?
I wondered, but I didn't say the words. He moved to the end of the bed, arms crossed and staring at my steaming sex. It was exposed and fragrant – open, hot, and yearning just for him.
My eyes widened when he took the first button on his shirt in hand. Starting at the top, he worked his way down, fingers dancing down his chest purposefully.
Pop-pop-pop.
When he hit his belt, he stopped and slowly grasped his shirt, pulling it open and letting it fall off his arms.
Magnificent chest exposed, he came forward, and nestled his knees at the bed's edge. He knew I was watching – devouring him with my eyes – enjoying every anxious second.
My gaze lingered on his rock hard hills and valleys, so long I didn't catch him working on his jeans. They fell in a heap, rolling off his hips, and his dark boxers were right behind them.
If his hard torso was glorious, then the erection that sprang out was divine. It pulsed gently in the air, animated with desire. When he took it in one fist and rolled his fingers down his shaft, it grew a little bigger, the round purple head pulsing with anticipation.
I wondered what its smooth, thick surface would feel like in my mouth. What a decadent thrill, imagining it tight and burning in my hands!
But mostly, I just wanted to take it deep inside me, in all its primal, masculine glory. I wanted to feel it the way a woman is meant to feel a man's most intimate, rugged beauty.
Please, Sir. Come a little closer. I'm ready!
Lucky day. He bent his knees until he joined me on the bed, across my body on his hands like a proud lion.
I lifted my legs, forgetting I couldn't. The ropes burned instantly on my skin, making me moan and shift beneath him as he came closer, closer.
“Oh!” I chirped, feeling his hard length pushed against my wetness. “Right there. I want you inside me, Sir. Don't you want it too?”
He stopped, lowering his muscular body, until he was just a few inches from completely laying on top of me. His breath streamed against my lips, hot and angry. He stopped just short of a kiss.
“Only if you tell me who this belongs to.” With a curt snarl, one strong hand reached behind my head and seized my hair. “I need to own all of you, Ashley. Every soft curve, every kiss, every pretty pink tip and fold. Understand?”
He pulled. The ends of my makeshift ponytail sizzled. Crushed by all the wild desire coursing through me, I pushed up against his body, as much as the ropes would allow.
“Ah, yes, Sir! I get it. I'm yours and only yours. No one is ever gonna touch me again. I wouldn't dream of being defiled after laying with a god. I'm yours, Sir. Yours, yours, yours...”
I balked, wondering what the hell I was saying. But the gleam in his eyes brightened, and the menacing grip on my hair relaxed.
Without another word, he leaned into me, smashing my breasts against his shield-like chest and kissing me deep. His tongue probed into my mouth, cutting swift circles.
I kissed him back, sucking at the one part of him inside me. I ached for the other part, though. I literally hurt with the need to be opened, stretched, and filled.
Like a mind reader, Gabe didn't let me hurt for long. Still deep in his kiss, I sensed his hips shifting forward, finally with purpose.
He wasn't toying with me anymore. There was no mistaking this movement.
In a single push, he forced his way inside me, rooting his hardness deep.
My slick flesh opened. All the warm velvet inside me opened like a flower meeting its precious sunlight, eagerly parting for the hard explorer dominating the emptiness.
I cried out, twirling my wrists. The rope snapped at my skin, but I was past caring. I let it nip my ankles as I pushed myself up.
Up into his body, up to meet his shaft, up to make him own me. Up, up, up, and always burning with the leaping flames!
Gabe's brow furrowed as he started to pump. His first thrusts came slow and steady, as if he were testing my body's response.
My flesh answered him beautifully. It parted to accommodate him, hugging his erection without impeding its movement.
Inside and out, I submitted. I fully embraced my surrender to a man who truly wanted me, who cared for me like no other.
I couldn't wrap my legs around him, so I settled with squeezing my thighs on his flanks. The hot touch of our flesh drove him faster, harder.
Soon, I was beneath a human machine, mining my depths like an unrelenting steam engine. Gabe burrowed deep and lifted, rhythmically marking my depths. My breasts bounced, sometimes slapping his chest, sensitive nipples in full bloom.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I blubbered, lost in my nonsense and the louder roar of hot blood in my ears.
My heartbeat matched my cries. Above it all, the distant roar of his steady grunts boomed, his thunder approaching my body.
His thrust quickened, and so did his tugging at my hair. I truly learned what it was like to burn from head to toe, jerk by jerk, stroke by stroke.
Something's missing, isn't it? He's not wearing a condom.
My sweaty face flushed a deeper red when the surprise hit me. I wasn't on the pill. Nothing stopped him from firing his potent seed into my fertile valley, which lay so open and ripe for his invasion.
But we were in too deep. There wasn't any time – and definitely no desire – to slow the inevitable.
If anything, my body revolted, realizing the road was open to completing the mission programmed into my genes. I didn't want to get pregnant, but if I did...I'd deal with it.
I let go. My legs rubbed his flesh, our skins growing warmer by the second.
My breasts shook beneath him. My clit hummed, collecting the lightning striking up from underneath it, purifying the carnal energies formed by his cock pumping into me again and again.
Control slipped with nothing but a whimper. I threw my head back, shrieking through my teeth. Gabe yanked on my hair again when he felt my imminent climax.
I exploded on his shaft, riding his hardness, trying to keep my wits in the evil wave that rose through me. Of course, I failed miserably.
But failing felt so good when it meant coming this hard. Orgasm blasted through me like a rocket, leaving its fiery contrails smoking through my system. My ankles thrashed in the ropes as I throttled my hips into his again and again. Grinding, milking, pumping...I wouldn't stop until he came with me.
There was nothing but a slight tremor in his throat before his avalanche started.
Gabe pitched back, fighting the wild bump of my body beneath him. But he couldn't fend off nature, and raw sex caught him by the throat.
His arm went rigid, fingers coiled in my hair, pulling almost to the point where he tore it at the roots. His hips screamed forward and crashed into me, burying his cock to my womb.
It swelled like a warm balloon and burst an instant later. No man ever came inside me before without anything between us. I wasn't expecting such a rabid torrent.
His seed poured out in a molten river, sweeping up onto my soft, slick shores, licking me from the inside with pure lava.
I buckled and came harder. My sex clenched, stealing all the energy from the rest of my body, locke
d around his spasming flesh.
Above me, Gabe grunted, crying out with the same throaty growl I had to let loose. Our bodies surrendered to the maelstrom, and together they came.
Come flooded me, overflowing my narrow cavern and spilling out around the fissure where our bodies joined together. I shivered through my ecstasy as something thick and hot streamed out along my spanked ass.
One last reminder of how I'd surrendered, how he'd absolutely possessed me.
And now he was in me, his very essence, threatening to seize control in the deepest, most primal way a man can. My body quaked, loving every second, using my cinnamon spasms to lap up his richness.
When my hungry womb couldn't hold anymore, we began to relax. Gabe's orgasm petered down to a trickle. He remained in me, in no great hurry to withdraw his cock from the warm sea he'd released inside me.
Shaking with rapture, he lowered, delicately kissing my cheek. I smiled.
“Quite a fucking ride,” he panted, breathless and satisfied to the bone. “I've had other subs, but nothing as good as that. You did everything I said. Everything.”
“Nobody else knows you like I do, Sir.”
At first, the words seemed strange and ridiculous. But later, when he unbound my ropes and tugged me close against his sweet, spicy scented chest, I knew they were the truth.
I know your soul, Gabe. And together, it's only a matter of time until we know each other every way we can.
He fell asleep slightly before me. My body fumed with its delicious markings, some deep and soft, and others sore.
I rested one hand on my lower belly. There was nothing left to do but surrender to the magic of dreams. I knew I'd see him in my head, probably all the way until dawn, when he'd awaken and take me again.
Trouble was, my dreams had already bled into reality. It wouldn't be easy telling anything apart now. Dozing so complacently with his virile sperm planted deep inside me should've caused a crazy panic.
But it didn't. As long as I had him, nothing else mattered, no matter how beautiful or messy.
IV: Lassos, Past and Future
Sex, sweat, and branded flesh makes everything official.
The week after I submitted to Gabe for the first time passed softly, as if I'd never woken from his bed. Even the boisterous weekend nights at the saloon didn't bother me.
A couple days after our romp together, he took me out for coffee. I tried to focus on the conversation, but it wasn't easy listening to him talk about his days in the oil fields, or how he'd like to go back in time and kick the ass of every boy who'd treated me like the town slut.
I wasn't hearing anything. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him, sink my nails deep, and have him for dinner and dessert.
Unfortunately, sex would have to wait. Work took up the next few days. Besides, my ass was still sore – something that made Gabe grin like a rowdy fool when I told him.
He gave me the gentlest smack on the way out to his motorcycle. I yelped at the tenderness, and everybody in the cafe stared at me.
Yeah, a sore ass can amp up everything. Punching him playfully in the arm didn't help – especially when it just made him ooze that deep, rich chuckle, and reminded me how inhumanly hard he was built.
“Relax,” he said, tucking me behind him on the bike and wrapping my eager fingers around his waist. “How about I make it up to you? Let's go out to Kappel's the next evening you're free.”
My eyes lit up.
Kappel's was the town's lone high end steakhouse. I'd been there once or twice with Pa, and only to celebrate a landmark birthday and entertain an Aunt I barely knew.
The few evenings between coffee and date night were long. I wasn't just after the steak and glamor. I wanted him, free and wild, all over me and in me – however he desired.
On those cold nights, alone in my bed, I wanted to rub out my frustration. But I held it in. I kept myself pure for him, my Sir, the sole being who deserved my pleasure and my flesh.
All of it.
Gabe picked me up in his large black SUV. A light dusting of snow had blown in earlier that week with the mountain wind. Montana was telling us the roads were about to become too treacherous for motorcycles.
At the restaurant, we sat down and ordered, starting with mussels, asparagus salads, and red wine.
I tried to look the waiter in the eye. It wasn't easy when I felt so out of place, dressed in an old black dress and slightly scuffed up heels.
Across from me, Gabe looked immaculate. He looked more like a powerful businessman in a shirt and tie, a cowboy turned oil tycoon. Or, at least, the nephew of one.
“What brought you back here?” I asked over our second glasses of wine. “I mean, really. You had all the success in the world...you could go anywhere beyond this podunk town.”
“I'm a Montana boy at heart, Ashley. I've had my adventures in the Dakotas and beyond, and there's time for plenty more.” He paused, deep in thought.
“But, hell! I don't wanna live anywhere but here. There's something about the mountains – these mountains – that just fit. I've seen the way the Cascades run jagged from Washington up into Canada. I've seen the Appalachians and the Rockies. None of them are the same.”
“No? But what about the Urals? The Alps? The Himalayas?” I smiled, playfully testing him to the limit.
“I'll see 'em all one day. But they're not home. This is the only place in the world where a man like me can find peace. I like familiar things – things that are beautiful and overlooked by outsiders.”
He reached for my hand. I wasn't sure if it was his touch or the wine too. I began to burn, shifting my thighs together beneath the table.
Thankfully, our steaks arrived, a welcome distraction from the insistent lust crackling through my nerves.
I cut a small piece of the pinkish, marinated meat, scraped it through my garlic potatoes, and rolled it against my tongue. Heaven!
“Mmm. Oh, wow.” I had to close my eyes for a second.
“Hey, beautiful.” Gabe waited until I looked at him to continue. “Save some of that for later. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let the chef here steal what's mine.”
Near my bare ankle, I felt his shoe, cool and demanding. I grinned, showing off my teeth one last time before they dove into more delectable meat.
We talked more, all about dreams fulfilled and those that lay ahead, sparkling with promise. I didn't realize how fast the meal filled me up.
Gabe and I finished the evening with a rich slice of chocolate cake and ice cream glazed with a caramel whiskey sauce. I thought I heard angels blowing their trumpets around me when I bit into it, savoring the chocolate and its silky sweetness.
I couldn't force down another bite after the cake. Gabe ordered a single shot of bourbon, the same thing he'd asked for that night he flagged me down at the Silver Quarter.
“It's a nightcap. And a toast,” he said, raising up his small glass. “Here's to things to come!”
Like a total dork, I clinked his glass with my water. Couldn't manage more than a baby sip.
Later, I was laughing at some stupid joke, fingers wrapped tight in his on the way out. I didn't see the lean, lanky shadow until I ran right into it.
Walking into a stranger's chest woke me up fast. I lifted my head and my blood ran cold.
It was none other than Alan Winkman – Mayor Winkman's snotty son – the man who'd used me like a slut and lied to the whole town.
“Well, well, well! I always see familiar faces at the bar, but never in a million years did I ever think I'd see little Miss Lambert here!” He sniffed, as if my very presence tainted the Kappel's exclusive atmosphere.
I made a noise like a hiccup as my breath hitched. Alan broke into a grin and stroked his chin, maneuvering to stand in front of us before we could continue on to the door.
“You know him?” Gabe sounded surprised.
“Oh, sir, you have no idea. Miss Lambert and I go way back, all the way to Marigold High. Isn't that right, Ashley?” He
looked at me with his small, bird-like eyes.
I refused to answer.
“Hey, I know you're a good guy,” Alan said, turning his attention to Gabe. “I've seen you around here for a few months. Listen, there's a few things you might want to clear up with your date – though I doubt she'll be very forthcoming with you...”
Alan, clearly drunk, started to laugh. His high pitched, tinny cackle roiled my stomach. I clenched my jaw, wondering how I'd ever been so stupid and inexperienced to fuck this guy.
“I mean, this girl's the town whore. And I'm really, really sorry! Somebody should've told you. I hope you've been wearing a rubber with whatever you've been doing with that skank.” Alan paused, laughing again, acting as though Gabe were chuckling right along with him. “Whatever, it's your choice, man. Just don't bring her here again. Some of us want to enjoy dinner without worrying about a visit from the health inspector!”
More mad laughter. A thousand needles rumbled through my system.
I took a step forward and prepared to give it to him when Gabe's hold on my hand tightened. He popped forward, still holding my hand as his free fist shot out, smacking Winkman Jr. right below the ear.
The violent impact rocked his skinny face backward. He went crashing toward the ground, but caught himself on a bench near the door, wide eyes shaking with disbelief.
I worried Alan would rear up and hit Gabe back, but he didn't have the courage. No lesser man would dare strike the man next to me, bowed up like an angry tiger defending itself.
“You little idiot,” Alan said, wiping a small streak of blood from his mouth.
Gabe lunged, and stopped just short of hitting him again. His offender recoiled on the bench, but quickly lifted up and stumbled toward the door when he saw his attack wasn't going to pursue him.
“I swear you'll live to regret this. Dumb, ballsy bastard! It's like you don't even know who I am...”
Alan twisted. We watched him disappear through the door.
I stamped my heel on the ground, amazed and wanting to jeer at him all the way to his vehicle, but Gabe stopped me.
