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

by Redrae Gunn

  Kira nodded her head and then looked around the room. She wanted to get started on the tie-blankets for the kids in New Town and was mostly excited to go through all the soft material she had bought. It was still early and she wasn’t sure what Rock wanted to do.

  “I was thinking about doing sandwiches for supper,” Kira said.

  “Supper?” Rock asked.

  “Dinner,” Kira corrected herself then she reconsidered. “No, it’s definitely supper.”

  Rock turned so that he was facing Kira. He locked eyes with her, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. This was something that he wanted. Kira being herself instead of being what everyone else thought that she should be so he prompted her to continue. “Explain please.”

  “Dinner is formal, warm, like going out to eat or something,” Kira said as she tapped her chin. “Supper is more a fend-for-yourself type of deal. It’s cold usually, like sandwiches, potato salad, and peach cobbler over vanilla ice-cream.”

  “That sounds just fine,” Rock replied. “Supper it is.”

  “Great,” Kira clapped her hands. “The buns are on the counter.”

  Rock looked at Kira.

  Kira looked at Rock. His eyes were crinkled in amusement but there was no twitch in the mustache as he lowered his different-colored eyes at her. Right, I knew better than that. Kira cleared her throat under the intense gaze. “Or, you can tell me when you get hungry and I will prepare your supper.”

  “I’d like that, Kira,” Rock replied, smiling.

  Kira melted under his approval. She decided that now was as good as any time to ask for permission to take up some of the living room for her blanket project. When Rock nodded his head in agreement she brought in the different bags of material from her already-chilled room. She then went back down the hall to get her scissors and the sharpener. When she came back in the living room, Rock was seated in the recliner with a Plane and Pilot magazine in his hands.

  “How much did you spend on material?” Rock asked as he looked at the bags Kira had toted in and thrown on the couch.

  “A very small amount over two thousand,” Kira said lowering her gaze. She snapped her eyes back up to Rocks. She remembered how he liked eye contact. “Fleece is expensive even at Wal-Mart. I’m not going to spend the time to make these blankets if the material isn’t soft and fuzzy. Plus it’s for a great cause. Twenty blankets go to the adopt-a-family cause and then the twenty others I can make year round to give to the fire department.”

  “You don’t have to defend yourself, Kira,” Rock replied tilting his head to the side. She wouldn’t have gotten in trouble for spending money from Karl if it was hers so Rock wondered why she had felt the need to defend purchases. “Forty blankets, twenty by Christmas. That seems like quite a few.”

  “I used to only do one a day and start around Thanksgiving, but this year I was distracted,” Kira admitted. “I’m thankful that the blizzard came. I can probably whip all these out in the next five days.”

  Kira had spread out a black fleece with a rainbow-smiley face print and matched it with a dark pink fleece. She got down on her hands and knees and started trimming the material.

  Rock took one look at Kira on her hands and knees and stood abruptly. His magazine fell from his lap onto the floor. Kira’s head snapped his direction. “I’m just going upstairs for a second,” Rock explained and quickly left the room. He had some toys, unopened, that had been waiting for just this occasion.

  Kira watched him leave the room and then continued trimming the material. When Rock came back downstairs he was carrying a black bag. He sat the bag on the recliner and pointed three fingers to the floor. Kira rose and stood before him. She remembered the earlier threat about the work out she was going to get but she hadn’t expected it to start so early. Kira felt her whole body flush as she watched Rock’s eyes. They were dark and full of lust. Intense.

  Rock watched Kira’s reaction and didn’t hide the smile that formed on his lips. “Strip and get down on your hands and knees, little flower,” Rock said, trying to keep his voice easy. He wanted to issue the command to her and have her obey without hesitation but he didn’t want to scare her. He was pleasantly surprised when Kira didn’t hesitate and a few seconds later was on her hands and knees at his feet.

  Rock kneeled at Kira’s side and rubbed his hand across her soft back. She shivered at his touch and leaned against him. Rock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She was giving him everything he needed. The next would also be a test.

  Rock dug through the bag and pulled out one of the anal plugs. He thought that the white would be best for the occasion tonight. A show of her innocent surrender, soon to belong to him completely.

  Rock put lube on the end of the plug. It wasn’t a large plug by any means. He then rubbed a lubed finger around Kira’s puckered hole. She clenched her butt cheeks and shivered again. Rock realized that it wasn’t from being nervous. The lube was freezing. He had forgotten to warm it. He was so excited to get her into this position he had forgotten to remember to warm the lube. It was a complete rookie mistake and Rock apologized.

  “Apology accepted, Master,” Kira whispered softly and sincerely.

  Rock’s chest squeezed. She didn’t tell him that it was okay, or not to worry about it, or that he better remember it next time. She forgave him. She understood. She still trusted. She knew it wasn’t intentional. That was a very pretty response. Rock felt Kira relax at his touch. She was ready.

  Rock placed the tip of the plug against her hole with one hand. His other hand grabbed her hip and pressed her securely against his hip. She tensed slightly. “Relax, baby.”

  “Yes, Master,” Kira said and obeyed.

  “Push back slowly,” Rock said softly. “My grip will slow you if you go too fast.”

  Kira did as he asked and pushed back slowly while exhaling. She wondered what was against her. Was it just his fingers? It wasn’t his cock because he was still dressed and she hadn’t heard his zipper come down. Was it a toy? She relaxed, trusting. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He walked the edge.

  Kira felt the size increase, relaxed into it, and was surprised when suddenly she closed over a hump. She still felt the tickle of a round nub pressing in on her and out on her. Obviously whatever he had inserted into her was now securely in place. It certainly wasn’t as large as she expected. His cock would be much larger.

  Rock released his grip from Kira’s hips and stood. He hadn’t given her permission to get up yet. He walked around her taking his time. He got down on one knee in front of her and raised her chin to look at him.

  “Is it too cold in your room already to pick out a matching garter belt, stockings, and corset?” Rock asked. He had wanted her to stay in warm clothing but the main part of the house was still warm enough for a little visual entertainment.

  Kira shook her head. “Never.” She breathed deeply and sighed as she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his big rough hand.

  Rock stood and offered Kira his hand. She took it and stood up. Her smile faded and she tilted her head to the side as she wiggled her ass. She looked over one of her shoulders and saw something white and fluffy coming from her ass. She looked over her other shoulder trying to get a better look. What in the hell? She lifted her leg and then looked between her legs as she put her head between her knees trying to see it better.

  Rock’s deep vibrating laughter pulled her from her fixation. She looked up at him. He was laughing hard and wore a full smile. His laugh was contagious and she giggled with him, realizing she looked like a dog trying to scratch an itch on its back or catch its own tail.

  “A mirror might help you out better,” Rock managed to say between fits of laughter.

  Kira laughed with him shaking her head. She had never heard or seen him laugh so hard. She’d never seen a smile or heard a laugh that reverberated through her heart and soul the way that his did. It was so comforting.

  “Yes, Master,” she managed as she ran down the
hallway and into her frigid room. She checked herself in the mirror. Protruding from her butt cheeks was a silky soft, perfectly white, fluffy, fuzzy tail. It looked almost like a rabbit but was more silky and feathery.

  She quickly grabbed the lacy white stockings, matching garter belt, and then decided that a sheer white corset, with delicate gold seams and matching gold straps, was the way to go. She didn’t want to be completely in white. That was to be saved for a marriage or a collaring, she didn’t care which. She was saving complete white for a lifetime commitment.

  When she came back into the living room, she noticed that Rock had added another log to the wood-burning stove and the driveway was dark. She had always felt vulnerable when the bright yard light was off. She looked out the sliding glass window and then turned her attention back to the living room.

  Rock wasn’t in the room. Kira couldn’t help herself and she went to the black bag still on the floor. She looked inside and pulled out four more feathery anal plugs. Blue, red, pink, purple, and a bottle of lube. She mentally searched her closet. She had matching stockings, garter belts, and corsets that would match every single plug.

  She ran her hand over the smooth thick plastic that matched each tail. The plastic was hard, resembling glass, not cheap at all. The feathery tail was so soft and fuzzy. Kira picked up the pink one and rubbed it against her face. Very soft. She fingered the plastic again. No hard edges and just enough of a nub to keep it in. Just enough of a nub to make for easy extraction.

  Kira glanced around the living room and placed the items back in the bag. She hadn’t been caught peeking but in all honesty she hadn’t been told not to look in the bag. In her defense, she needed to know what else was in the bag just in case she needed to coordinate colors again.

  Rock looked through the vent upstairs and watched Kira go through the bag that he had intentionally left downstairs. He was pleased with her every reaction despite the fact that she was going through a bag that was clearly his. She had checked out the lube as well. Rubbing a drop between her fingers, smelling it and finally touching a finger to the tip of her tongue. Curious little flower.

  Every action had been something that Rock had hoped for. He hadn’t expected it, but he had certainly hoped for it. He was so pleased with the way that she watched him. So attentive. He needed to teach her a few other signals and the thought of teaching her had his erection threatening his zipper again.

  Rock changed into loose flannel pajamas and a tank top. He smelled his underarms. He never had carried much of an odor. His hair was smooth, not coarse. He smirked. After a few days without fresh water or power, Rock wondered how fresh he would smell. He resigned himself into Kira’s care when it came to providing him with clean water, food, and shelter. So far, she hadn’t let him down. He hoped that she would never let him down. His heart hoped for him.

  Kira looked at her blanket and finished trimming the excess material. Once finished with that, she started cutting the edges that she would soon tie together. Finally she glanced around the room. It was still only her and the rabbit tail occupying the space so she grabbed her MP3 player, connected the over-the-ear headphones, and got to work.

  Rock came downstairs and grabbed a beer from his fridge. Kira had taken the liberty of stocking it for him and he enjoyed her care. She had even left a bottle opener on the counter for him. He leaned against the wall and looked at his little flower, bent on her hands and knees, tying together the cloth pieces that would soon become some child’s warmth.

  Something in the back of Rock’s brain put the pieces together. Kira loved putting things together. She had chairs with wood and metal. Same with the cages, her bed, the desks, lamps, everything was a combination, even her friends. Gunner was socially inept but technologically a genius. Miles had nothing to offer Kira but fish that she could’ve caught for herself yet she sewed his life back together with metal and fire.

  Kira turned the corner of her blanket and noticed Rock’s feet at the edge of the dining room. She smiled at him, waved her hand in his signature peace sign, and then returned to tying the blanket. She hummed along with the music she was listening to. She had tucked the MP3 into her corset.

  Rock was more than content to resume his place in the recliner and watch as Kira, now donning a tail, tied together the pieces for someone else’s life. When his erection pulled his sweatpants into a tent over his groin, he tried to turn his attention back to the magazine that he had dropped earlier. He had just succeeded in distracting himself, when his stomach grumbled at him.

  Rock glanced over to Kira. She had finished one of the blankets and was now trimming the excess material off of a blanket that would soon be green on one side and have a tractor print on the other side.

  Rock stood as he stared at the fluffy tail in Kira’s ass. He pointed three fingers to the floor. He was prepared to wait for Kira to round the corner of her blanket. He was not prepared for her spinning around, pulling the headphones from her ears, and coming to stand in front of him.

  Rock raised his eyebrows at her hurried response.

  “I was waiting for you to get hungry,” Kira said, smiling at him. She reached out her arms and ran her hands down the front of his biceps. He was so muscular. At forty-five he had the body and build that most twenty-year-olds dreamed of. He would’ve been a college football recruiter’s dream.

  “How do you know that I am hungry, little rabbit?” Rock asked. The tail tonight made her his rabbit. She would always be his little flower. But for tonight, and until the plugs had all been used, burning the memory into his brain, she was his rabbit. He liked the way that she ran her small hands over his arms. Her touch was comforting to him.

  Kira glanced out the sliding glass doors that faced to the west. “The sun is down, it’s probably past six, so you would be hungry right now after work. You’d be coming home.”

  Rock lowered his head at her attentiveness and noticed the way that she blushed.

  “I didn’t mean home,” Kira retracted her previous statement. “I mean it is your home while you are here but I didn’t assume that you came home. To me. It is your home. While you’re here. You can come back, though. It’ll still be your home. But. I don’t want you to leave. I mean. Oh, man. I screwed this up on so many levels. Can you just forget that I even opened my chops?”

  “Your chops?” Rock asked barely controlling his laugh.

  “My mouth,” Kira replied as she bit her teeth together with an audible chomp.

  “I like calling it home,” Rock said.

  “I–I like thinking of you calling it home,” Kira whispered.

  Rock turned her toward the kitchen and smacked her on the ass. He smiled when she jumped, squealed and skipped into the kitchen.

  * * * *

  Rock and Kira snuggled under the blankets. Kira didn’t want to get up but she knew that they probably needed more wood in the stove and she needed to start breakfast. Rock growled a low rumble in protest when she tried to remove herself from under his arm. He tightened his grip on her breast and wrapped a leg around her for good measure. Then he started to breathe deeply again. His erection, firmly nestled between her butt cheeks, hadn’t gone down even when he started to snore.

  Kira waited. She couldn’t believe that he would be ready again. He had taken her once they had crawled into bed and again in the middle of the night. Both times she’d had intense orgasms. So different from the last few people that she had been with. Sure, she’d gotten off, but not with the intensity that made tears come from her eyes. Rock fit her better. He also knew which buttons to push and exactly when to push them.

  She had to get up. She slowly extracted herself from his leg and had nearly succeeded in getting out from under his arm when Rock opened his eyes. Kira’s heart flew into her throat at the intensity in which he studied her. His jaw was set firm and there was a warning in his eyes.

  “I have to check the fire,” Kira explained, trying to get her hammering heart back under control. She didn’t like the war
ning in his eyes but she could deal with that. She didn’t want to see disappointment. That, she couldn’t handle.

  “At my age, little flower, a perfectly good morning erection should not be wasted,” Rock said seriously as he pulled back the blanket and displayed his organ. “I think a blowjob would start the day out rather well, don’t you?”

  Kira licked her lips and nodded her head. After everything that he had given to her, she had no problem complying with his request. Kira licked the velvety shaft and smiled when Rock’s approving growl left his lips. Her confidence improved and she wrapped her lips around the smooth head. She felt Rock stir and her eyes flew open and focused on his face. He had moved another pillow behind his head so that he could watch what she was doing to him.

  “Eye contact is not required.” Rock smiled at Kira. “It adds strain to your neck and takes away from focusing on the task at hand.”

  Kira nodded her head with his penis still in her mouth. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips tightly around the head as she started a soft sucking rhythm with her mouth combined with running her tongue along the underside of the shaft right beneath the head. She tried taking him in further but a firm hand grabbed a fistful of hair and she looked at him.

  “You have a delicate jaw, little flower, small bones, and a dainty mouth,” Rock explained as he loosened his grip. “There is no way that you will be able to take all of me, or even half of me, and I have no intention of hearing choking sounds coming from you. I am enjoying what you are doing right now.”

  Kira smiled, grateful that he had no intention of ramming his penis down her throat. She was also warmed by the compliment that he was enjoying what she was doing. She continued her rhythm and the smell of him wafted to her nose. She breathed deeply and smelled not only him, but her. He hadn’t washed from the last two times that they’d had sex. She got the fuzzy feeling in her belly. She had marked him. She smelled like him. She owned him, too. The realization hardened her resolve to make this a top-ten blowjob for Rock.