Going Home [Party on the Prairie 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Redrae Gunn

  Rock pulled the handgun from his jacket pocket. “I’m not going unprotected, Kira.”

  “How long have you been making the rounds?” Kira asked.

  “Every night since I moved in,” Rock said. “It makes me feel better, gives me a routine, and helps me notice if anything is out of place.”

  “Well, thank you,” Kira said softly. She yawned and shook her head. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”

  When Rock came back inside, he walked through Kira’s side of the house. She had curtain rods with thick blankets separating the dining room from the living room and another hanging at the end of the hallway heading to the garage. She was definitely prepared to keep the heat in the main living area.

  Kira’s light was on in her room and the door was open so Rock peeked in to tell her goodnight and see if spending the night in her room would be beneficial. Kira was dressed in a long nightshirt that had smiling frogs all over it. She was sprawled across the king size bed snoring softly. She hadn’t bothered to even pull back the covers.

  Rock looked at the time and understood that with it being way after midnight, it was past Kira’s bedtime. She was usually in bed by ten. He pulled a blanket off the end of her bed and covered her with it. She didn’t move and her breathing didn’t change. She was obviously spent. The late night fixing of a neighbor’s bucket and the preparations for the coming storm had added to her already full day.

  Rock left a note on her door that said he had been planning on joining her in bed but decided that if the power did go out they would be spending plenty of time together in the living room so he was going to sleep in his own bed and would see her in the morning.

  Rock climbed into bed and was thankful that he didn’t have to work the next day. He was equally tired and had never been through a blizzard this bad or this far away from civilization. Kira had seemed to be completely at ease so Rock resigned control in the preparation department and trusted her ability to get them through the storm.

  * * * *

  Rock woke to the wind blowing fiercely outside of the window of his room. He could hear the faint clattering of pans in the kitchen. He rolled over and fell back asleep. He had the day off and didn’t want to be disturbed this early in the morning.

  Two hours later, Rock woke to silence in the house. He dressed, came downstairs, and heard nothing. He called for Kira and still nothing. He checked the dry erase calendar that they had hung up near the entry of the kitchen to keep track of each other’s schedules. Kira had signed herself out to the shop. Rock smiled. He’d had hopes of punishing her for failing to tell him where she was. The little flower had anticipated his reaction and had told him exactly where she would be.

  Rock looked at where Kira’s keys usually hung and saw that the silver necklace he had given her was on the hook instead. He frowned and picked up the necklace wondering why she would’ve taken it off. His lips turned into a smile as he figured that wearing metal was probably not wise while welding. She had taken it off to go to the shop and it would probably be placed back on her neck the minute she returned her keys on the hook. How could he punish that?

  Rock rubbed his goatee and looked around the kitchen. There were cookies, muffins, homemade buns, hardboiled eggs, and boiled potatoes sitting on the counter. The girl had been busy. So where was breakfast? Rock smiled. Maybe he still would find a way to punish Kira. The opportunity didn’t present itself often. She was kind and more than willing to serve him. He sat at the counter and sipped on the last of the cold coffee.

  Having no fresh coffee and no breakfast was definitely a punishable offense. Rock grabbed the paper and read through it until he heard Kira open and close the front door gently. She was definitely trying to be quiet, most likely hoping that he was still asleep. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case.

  Rock stood and waited. When Kira came around the corner, his necklace was again around her neck and she gasped when she saw him.

  Kira noticed Rock’s stance and the three fingers on his right hand pointed at the ground. She quickly stood before him.

  “Explain to me why I woke up to the last of the coffee, no breakfast, and no little flower anywhere,” Rock said.

  Kira looked down and then remembered that she was required to maintain eye contact. Her heart stopped pounding when she looked into Rock’s eyes and his mustache twitched in a pleased smile. “I had a couple of things to finish up before the UPS guy arrives at nine,” Kira said. “I didn’t want to wake you up on your day off but I had planned on getting back before you were up.”

  “Strip please.” Rock watched Kira strip out of her clothes but he also saw her discreetly check the time. Rock grabbed Kira by her waist and set her on the kitchen island. “I will enjoy the first part of my breakfast now. I saw that you checked the time so you know that the UPS guy will be here in less than twenty minutes. He could be sooner though.”

  Rock pushed Kira onto her back and positioned his barstool between her legs. He placed her legs on the armrests. “The goal is to get off as soon as possible. I am hungry and want breakfast, however, should the UPS man come, I have no problem continuing to finish the first course while he waits.”

  Kira’s heart pounded in her chest.

  “Kira?”

  “Yes, Master,” Kira replied.

  Rock spread Kira’s legs wide. “Stay like that,” he commanded and was pleased when she relaxed and her breathing slowed. He would normally take his time but he had no intention of sharing his breakfast with anyone. He licked through her soft folds and teased her clit while filling her with two of his fingers.

  Rock smiled at her sweet moan. He wanted to fill her with his cock but now wasn’t the time. They would have plenty of time for that later. So far everything had been one sided and they hadn’t experienced pleasure at the same time. That would come shortly. Kira wouldn’t expect it but he would demand it and he knew that she would give everything to him.

  Rock sucked on Kira’s clit. Her legs tensed and he nipped the inside of her thigh. He had told her not to move and it was an order that he needed obeyed. He dipped his tongue into her pussy and then focused back on her clit. He repeated the motion until her pretty little cunt was dripping moisture onto the counter.

  Kira kept her legs where Rock had commanded her to leave them. All she could focus on was the different sensations he was creating with her body. After five minutes under his careful attentions, Kira was on the brink. Her entire body ached from trying to stay still as Rock had commanded. She needed to come and she wasn’t sure if she had permission.

  “Masterrrrr?” Kira moaned. The sound of her needy voice echoed against the ceiling and she didn’t care how desperate she sounded.

  “Whenever you need to, little flower,” Rock answered her question.

  “Oh, Rock, Rock, Rock,” Kira moaned. Once again he wasn’t stopping. He was forcing her to stay. Her body shook and she wasn’t sure that she would survive if he didn’t stop touching her. She panted trying to tell him that it was too much.

  Rock pulled her to him and hugged her shaking body. He spun her around from the island and laid her on the dining room table. He unzipped his pants, pulled them down and spread her legs again. He hadn’t planned on fucking her yet but he couldn’t help himself now that he had tasted her.

  “We still have plenty of time and I’m not done with my breakfast,” Rock said as he positioned himself at her slick entrance.

  “Yes, Master,” Kira whined.

  “I will not take my time,” Rock warned her. “I will be rough.”

  Kira licked her lips. “Yes, Master. Use your slave.” She hadn’t planned on calling herself his slave. It just felt right and it obviously had an effect on her Master as he plunged into her and she arched her back trying to accommodate the fullness of him inside of her.

  “I plan on it,” Rock said as he thrust into her again. His pace was brutal, carnal, and rough. There was no being nice right now. He had thought about taking her so many times on
this table and he was going to do just that. He reached one hand to her mound and let his thumb tease her clit. The way that her pussy contracted around his cock nearly sent him over the edge.

  Rock slowed for a little bit and brought his thumbs to either side of her pink outer pussy lips. He pulled them apart slightly and watched his penis slide in and out of her. Her juices coated him and he could smell the scent of their sex. The smell was better than any perfume.

  Rock managed to hang onto the thread of control that he had left and waited for her to join him. It wasn’t going to take long. Kira’s breathing had already become erratic and she was struggling to stay still.

  When Kira moaned, Rock commanded her to look him in the eyes. When she looked him in the eyes, he commanded her to come for him. The soft whimpering as she said his name and the tears coming to her eyes as she tried to maintain eye contact with him were the perfect reactions. They were the reactions that he had been looking for.

  Rock’s orgasm started from his toes and he pulled Kira’s hips off the table with both of his hands as he pounded into her relentlessly, releasing every last drop of his seed, filling her with his cum. When she squirmed to get away from the thrusts, Rock only gripped her harder, forcing her to take it, to take all of him. To be his.

  Kira surrendered herself completely to Rock’s will. Her mind was still, calm, and she felt peace in her soul as she watched Rock thrust his orgasm into her. She did that. She had made him do that, feel that way, bare his soul to her. She felt the tears fall down the sides of her face from the force of her own orgasm but she dared not wipe them away. She didn’t want to move just in case it took something away from Rock’s pleasure.

  Rock leaned over and saw the tears. He also saw the smile, the satiated expression, and the calm surrender in Kira’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto him as he settled in a kitchen chair. He managed to keep his softening penis inside of her and he stroked her back as she buried her head against his chest and contently sighed.

  “Master is still hungry,” Kira whispered as she heard Rock’s stomach grumble.

  Rock flexed his penis against her quivering insides and growled.

  “I meant for food.” Kira giggled rubbing her nose against the stubble on the underside of Rock’s chin.

  Rock nodded and then smacked Kira’s ass. “Get dressed little flower,” Rock said. “Then you can cook me breakfast.”

  Kira quickly dressed back into her leather work clothes and she talked to him about the latest requests as she moved gracefully around the kitchen. The snow had stalled momentarily but they had still lost the satellite. Kira had pulled an old black-and-white TV down from one of the cabinets and they listened to the only station they could get.

  Kira was serving Rock his coffee and a buttered blueberry muffin when the front door opened and a gruff voice started cussing at Kira.

  Rock was instantly on alert but his gaydar had gone through the roof.

  “Oh, hell no, honey, Kira,” the voice continued while the sounds of stomping feet echoed through the entry. “You promised that you would be wearing the red sequins for Christmas and I did not drive out here to see you in work clothes. Give a girl a break.”

  Kira threw back her head and laughed. Rock watched her genuine smile, no fear, no worry that she was being caught in her work clothes. Whoever was coming in the house was much like Gunner and she trusted the person completely. It was someone with whom she felt comfortable enough to not hide behind her disguise.

  “I smell cookies,” the man said and he walked over to Kira’s counter and pulled two chocolate chip cookies from the plate. Then he turned and noticed Rock. “Didn’t know you had company.”

  “Chad Kraft, meet my roommate, Rock Pyre,” Kira said as she waved her hand at Rock. “Rock Pyre, meet your UPS guy, Chad Kraft.”

  “I’m not digging on your landlord, sir,” Chad’s raspy voice said as he extended his hand to Rock.

  “Chad likes to cross dress in his spare time and he can’t believe that UPS sent him this far away from top-end ladies’ clothes stores,” Kira broke the awkwardness that had settled heavy in the room. “Rock is a Dominant and likes taking advantage of his landlord so the two of you really don’t have anything in common.”

  Rock shook Chad’s hand and Chad backed away whistling. “Kira, is it the eyes, the handshake, or the mere presence?”

  “All of the above.” Kira laughed as she stood with her shoulder against Chad’s shoulder as they studied Rock. “Pretty intense isn’t he?”

  “Oh yeah,” Chad said, studying Rock. “I have a package for a Rock Pyre on the truck. I say Rock makes Kira change into the red sequined corset that she had promised to wear. Once I see the outfit then I will retrieve said package. Until then, it is held hostage.”

  Rock stood from the stool and pointed three fingers at the floor. When Kira came over to him he whispered in her ear. “I, too, would like to see this corset, may I suggest a white leather skirt, red stockings with garter belt, white thong, and matching white above the knee leather boots.”

  Kira smiled at Rock and nodded her head. “Master reads my mind,” Kira whispered back. When she looked down, Rock grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Chad is a woman trapped in a man’s body. Despite the voice, he has actually asked me to help him find the finer side of women’s clothing.”

  “You aren’t in any trouble Kira,” Rock said firmly. “Go change, little flower. Now.”

  Kira nearly ran out of the room.

  * * * *

  When Kira came back in the room dressed exactly as Rock had requested Chad let out a slow whistle. “Girl, that is hot.” He clapped his hands and then rubbed them across his short black hair.

  Rock watched Kira sashay across the kitchen doing her best model walk. Chad was only interested in the size of the boots, the place where she found the stockings, and if she thought that he would look good in red. This corset had no straps behind the neck and Rock liked the way that it gripped Kira’s stomach and forced her tits to be on display. He was also pleased that she was wearing the silver necklace he had bought for her.

  Chad was leaning against the counter enjoying his cookies and coffee when a frown crossed his face as he looked out the sliding glass windows in the living room.

  “What?” Rock asked.

  “Sherriff Morgan just pulled up.” Chad made a gagging sound. “I hate that guy. He’s just a prick. Nothing nice about him at all. He’s a dick.”

  Kira froze. She’d never let Sam Morgan see her like this. She’d never allowed him one memory of anything but her dressed in her Clark Kent gear. She needed to change but couldn’t because she had been ordered to wear this outfit. She didn’t want to give Sam any reason to come around more often but she didn’t want to disappoint Master Rock.

  “Kira,” Rock called to her and she spun around to face him. He pointed three fingers to the ground and Kira came to him, shaking. Rock turned to Chad. “I’m going to give Kira a little bit of encouragement and confidence.”

  “By all means,” Chad’s voice rasped through the air. “Girlfriend needs it.”

  “You are dressed for whose pleasure?” Rock asked.

  “Yours,” Kira replied.

  Silence.

  “Master’s,” Kira corrected herself.

  “Mine, too, Kira,” Chad offered.

  “You will not respond to Sherriff Morgan’s looks or words, Kira,” Rock said. “I am your Master and you will only respond to me and Chad. We like the outfit and we get to comment on it. Any other comments, any other looks, are to be ignored.”

  “Yes, Master,” Kira said. She glanced at Chad and smiled.

  “I’m down with what he said,” Chad replied and nodded at Rock. “Wish he was gay.”

  Rock laughed and just then there was a knock on the door.

  “Chad you get the door, please, and Kira, continue with my eggs, over easy, do not burn my toast,” Rock said to Kira. She smiled and he tapped her o
n her nose when Chad went to get the door. “Only me, Kira. He will say something. He will look at you and that’s fine. You are doing this for me and it pleases me that you are willing to do this for me.”

  She relaxed. “Yes, Master.”

  “Informal,” Rock said. Kira nodded and crossed the kitchen to start the toast.

  Kira glanced at the entry. She felt Sherriff Morgan’s gaze move up and down her body but she pushed it aside because she also felt Rock’s gaze on her. She focused on Rock’s gaze, the gaze that held her to him, the one that protected her, cared for her, and had just fucked her crazy on the dining room table, right after he had eaten her pussy for breakfast on the kitchen island.

  When Sam Morgan came around the corner, Rock stood and introduced himself as Kira’s tenant. He sat back down at the island and ran his large hand across the top of it. Sam sat down at the end of the dining room table and faced the kitchen.

  Kira looked at both of them, and Rock’s mustache twitched at her and he winked as he rubbed the top of the island. Kira’s eyes widened and she turned away from Rock as she felt a blush come to her face.

  “I’ll get those packages,” Chad said as he grabbed another two cookies and headed out the door.

  “So you have all the necessary supplies for the blizzard?” Sam asked.

  “Kira has everything imaginable to survive a blizzard,” Rock commented. He knew that Sam was glaring at the back of his head but he didn’t care. He had seen Kira smirk as she cracked his eggs into the pan. His response had pleased her. The dance was beautiful between the two of them. The subtle signs, the open expressions, the feeling of possession.

  “Don’t worry, Sherriff Morgan, I won’t kill him and eat him during the blizzard,” Kira scoffed. “Rock will live.”

  “So are you planning on going anywhere?” Sam Morgan asked, looking pointedly at Kira’s outfit.

  “Definitely staying in,” Kira said as she started Rock’s toast. The silence in the room was heavy but Kira concentrated on Rock’s eggs. She was grateful that Rock had given her something to do to keep her mind occupied. She had just served Rock’s breakfast when Chad came back inside.