Riding Bitch

by Melinda Barron

  “Give me your hand and trust me.” He helped her stand, and then he helped her finish undressing. His hands felt like silk as they undid the button of her jeans.

  “You’re so tense, Felicia. We need to calm you down so you can sleep.”

  “I don’t think this is calming me down.” She fingered the ropes. “Are we taking this off?”

  “Nope.” He pressed his nose against hers, and she shivered. “You haven’t gotten the clue yet? I like you in rope.”

  “I’m getting that idea.” He tugged her jeans over her hips. “I’m surprised you haven’t thought of making my wedding dress from hemp.”

  “I’ve thought about it.” His voice drifted up from where he was crouched. He held her with one hand as she lifted a leg, and he worked the jeans off. They repeated the action, and then he pulled her panties down.

  When she was naked except for the rope, he once again clasped her hand and started for the door. She pulled back. “Don’t I get to undress you?”

  “Nope.” She thought about arguing, but so far, everything Ash had come up with had been great fun. This should be too.

  At first, she thought they were going to the tent. But as her eyes adjusted, she realized they were taking a slightly different route. To the north of the tent, she could see an area lit up by four points of light near the ground.

  “Did you bring a bed outside?”

  “Sort of.” They stopped near a blanket. There were stakes at each of the four corners.

  “You’re going to stake me out?”

  “It’s just like being tied to the bed, only outdoors,” Ash said as if she should have figured that out.

  “Except I’ll be on the ground, on my back.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, and they both laughed.

  “You’re right.” It didn’t take long to secure her, and she had to admit it felt very sexy. Ash knelt near her shoulder. He placed a small pillow under her head; then he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

  “Comfortable?”

  “Yes,” she responded.

  “Wet?”

  Felicia wiggled her hips. “Soaking.”

  “Good. You look tasty.” With that he bent and captured her nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth. Felicia lay there and let him suck and nibble. It felt incredibly seductive and more than a little naughty.

  When he released the hard bud, he licked it generously. The slight breeze caressed the wet nub and sent a shiver through her body. He moved to the other side and repeated the action, sucking and licking before he moved away.

  She wanted more, so much more, and she whimpered out her need.

  “So sweet,” Ash said as he traced circles around her belly button. “I like you like this, tied up and wanting more.”

  “Much more,” she whispered.

  “Tell me,” he prompted her.

  “Fuck me,” she responded.

  “Tsk, tsk, so boring.”

  Felicia tried to lift up. “What?”

  “I believe you and I have had this conversation. We need to work on your begging, and your creativity. Tell me where you want me to kiss you, Fee.”

  She almost said her lips, but then she realized that was not “creative.” And she couldn’t say her breasts, because he’d already done that just moments ago.

  “How about my pussy?”

  “I like that.” He straddled her, facing the wrong way to do what she’d asked. “But let’s start someplace else and move up to that. Where are you ticklish, sweet Fee?”

  He lightly ran his fingers over her sides. “Here?”

  Felicia jumped, laughter spilling out of her mouth. “Stop that!”

  “Or here?” His fingers worked her rib cage.

  “Ash!” She pulled on her bonds. The touch was light, erotic, but it was torture. She wanted him to touch her harder, and she said so.

  “Harder where?” His fingers went back to her side, the touch still very delicate. “Here?”

  “No!” Her laughter was deeper this time. “And that is not harder!”

  “You’re going to have to direct me,” he said seriously. “I’m new at this.”

  “Bull!” She pulled on her arms again, but she knew Ash would not respond to her need to be free. She had to do as he asked.

  “Ash, please…” Think, she screamed in her head. “Kiss my arms.”

  “Be specific,” he said as he bent to do her will.

  “Trace kisses up and down,” she commanded. “But concentrate on the area where my arm bends.” She felt so off-kilter right now that she couldn’t think what that area was called.

  “I can do that,” he said against her skin. His lips were damp, and he left a trail of wetness on her exposed skin.

  When he was done with the first arm, he moved to the second, worshipping it just like he had the first. Felicia settled into the earth, feeling the soft dirt under the blanket. It made her a part of it, part of the nature that she knew Ash loved so much.

  After he’d kissed every inch of her arms, she sighed.

  “Kiss my pussy.”

  “Too soon,” he said. “I need to give you a lesson on where I should touch you, don’t I?” He placed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Ash, don’t leave me.”

  “Just a few moments, babe. I’ll be right back.”

  He didn’t even move off her. Instead he reached to a spot above her head, and she knew he had this planned.

  “So much for spontaneity,” she said with a huff.

  “No, this is a lesson, darling.” He held a glass in front of her face.

  “What is that?”

  “Body paint.” He swirled a brush into the cup. “I’m going to show you a few of the more erogenous zones on your body.”

  “You’re going to kill me,” she managed to get out as he trickled the slippery material over her breasts.

  “What a way to go. Now, it’s true that the breasts and pussy are very sensitive to touch. But so many people forget things like the buttocks. I’ve spanked it quite a bit, so I don’t know if we’ll go there tonight. And of course, if we do, it will be after you’ve been let free.”

  “Ash!” Felicia screamed. “Stop teasing me.”

  “But it’s so much fun.” He ran the paintbrush up her arm. “You did get these spots, but you missed the wrists, which are very sensitive.”

  The brush moved over the rope, then traced a line up one side of it and down the other. Felicia shivered as pure lust surged through her. Several times she caught herself pulling at her ropes. When she did, Ash told her to lie still and enjoy it. So she did, and it was incredible.

  “Am I right?” He was leaning over her again, his face just inches above. She wondered how long he’d been staring at her, what she looked like to him.

  “Yes,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Do the other one.”

  “As you command.” This time she lay there and let the feeling soak into her, just as he’d said. Her nipples tingled as he kissed and painted, and her clit pulsed with desire.

  But she didn’t tell him that. She wanted to follow his lead on this, see where it took them. She could lie here all night, looking up at the stars while Ash played with her body.

  “Shall we move a little lower?” he asked her seductively.

  “Huh?” It was as if she were floating somewhere in the stars. “Oh sure,” she said as his meaning struck home.

  He inched down her body, stopping when his jean-clad bottom was on her hips. She was pretty sure they’d been this way before, but she kept her mouth shut as he painted on her belly. It felt as if he were writing letters. Finally, he made a long line with a dot under it.

  “What does it say?”

  “Ash’s!” he told her. “And it looks very impressive.”

  His next stop was her thighs. He ignored her pussy completely as he drew circles with the brush. It should have tickled, but it made her burn, the flames
licking out to touch her every nerve ending, making her want to come so desperately she couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, even though she’d told herself she was going to stay still.

  “Please,” she managed to say, although she wasn’t sure how her brain was connecting with her lips and voice box to make them work.

  “Not yet,” he said, even though he leaned over and placed a kiss on her mound. “Soon, sweet Fee, soon.”

  The thighs seemed to be the most sensitive of the spots he’d played with. The minute the brush touched the skin just under her pussy, Felicia tensed.

  “Oh…” She’d been about to say a very nasty word, but she caught herself at the last minute. Instead she moaned as he played with her, crying out for him to please, please end her suffering.

  “Suffering?” He’d sat back.

  “You know what I mean.” At least she hoped he did, because she wasn’t sure she could explain. “You have to make me come, please!”

  “No, what I have to do is let it build until you come so hard you pass out.”

  He went back to work, drawing lines and circles on her skin until she was screaming. If he’d had neighbors, they probably would have been calling the cops by now to see what was happening up at the Chee place. She supposed he must have been satisfied with her reaction, because he moved on to her ankles. He tickled them with his fingers and then painted around the ropes in the exact same fashion as he’d done with her wrists.

  From time to time his hair would caress her skin. Wouldn’t it be interesting, she thought, if she came from his tickling her with his tresses?

  She wasn’t screaming anymore, but Felicia didn’t know if that was because she didn’t have the energy or she didn’t enjoy having her feet played with as much as her thighs or her arms. It was something they’d have to explore later.

  “Are you still with me?” Ash’s voice sounded in her ear, soft and gentle.

  “I think so,” she said. “I need to come.”

  “I know, babe.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “Tell me how. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to eat you? Do you want me to play with your sweet pussy until you topple over the ledge that you’re holding on to right now?”

  “All of it,” she said with a deep sigh.

  “How about I use my fingers so I can watch your pretty face when you slide into the abyss.” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t wait for a response. His fingers found her clit expertly, but if Felicia had thought he was going to make her come quickly, she was wrong. He stroked her clit, pinching it, then backing off before he did it again, and again.

  When his fingers were still, his lips went to work, not on her clit but on her nipples, sucking first one and then the other.

  Felicia was back to begging, screaming out for him to please, please let her find some satisfaction.

  She wasn’t sure how long he tortured her this way. All she knew was when he finally kept the pressure on her clit and she came, her eyes pulsed and she saw stars, and not just the ones up in the sky.

  When the fake stars had faded, replaced by the real ones, Ash was propped up beside her, a big grin on his face.

  “Free my hands so I can do the same for you,” she said, wanting to touch him more than she ever had before.

  “I already came, sweetheart,” he said. “I used one hand on you, the other on me.”

  “Not fair.” She pouted. “I wanted to play with you.”

  “Next time.” He kissed her deeply, and then he undid her bonds.

  “I need to shower,” she pointed out.

  “We’ll take a fast one and then hop into bed. We have a busy day tomorrow. Are you worried about it?”

  “A little. I’ve never been very good at standing up to my father.” She sat up slowly, rubbing her wrists and then her ankles. Her muscles ached from being in the same position for so long. “But now I have you to help me through it.”

  “He is a bit of a tyrant.” Ash put his hands on hers. Then he lifted one of her hands to his lips before he continued, “But we’re in the right, Fee. We were then too, but he got the best of us. It won’t work this time.”

  She nodded. He was right. Her father wouldn’t ruin things this time, and Felicia was determined to get an answer to a question that had bothered her for the last thirteen years.

  Why.

  Chapter Eight

  The smell of cinnamon wafted out from the oven as Felicia checked the rolls. She decided they needed a few more minutes and shut the door just as Ash came in from outside.

  “You’re letting out the heat when you do that, you know. That’s why there’s a glass window for you to look inside.”

  “Nag, nag, nag,” she said with a grin. “I know what I’m doing.” She looked at the clock. It was eight fifteen, and she’d been up since six. She hadn’t been able to sleep, even after the extremely relaxing, incredibly erotic night with her future husband.

  “I hope so. I’m looking forward to some home cooking.”

  “Are you marrying me for my ability to make dinner?”

  “That and your tight pussy.”

  Felicia had just picked up her coffee cup and taken a drink when Ash made his last pronouncement. Hot liquid spewed from her mouth and hit the counter as she laughed. After she set the cup down, she picked up a towel.

  “You’re terrible,” she said as she wiped up the mess. “Plus, how do you know I can cook?”

  “If you can’t, we have a problem.” He walked to where she was and then wrapped his arms around her from behind. When he’d pulled her into his chest, he said, “The love-slave thing might not work because we’ll need your salary to buy lots of takeout.”

  “I can cook,” she said. But his statement pointed to something she didn’t want to think about. They didn’t really know each other in the everyday sense of life. The time they’d spent on the road was not normal, and their time here had been casual yet hurried to get to the showing, and now in dealing with their parents.

  She’d figured out he slept on the right side of the bed because of the nights they’d been together. But other than that…

  “We haven’t discussed children or religion or…anything.”

  “We know what we need to, that we love each other,” Ash said. “Maybe it’s naive of me to say it, but I think we’ll make it work. We’ll make a pact with each other to always talk about things, to always let the other know how we’re feeling, and to always, always hold on to our love.”

  Her heart raced. “It hasn’t disappeared in the thirteen years we’ve been apart, and I’m not sick of you after a week together.”

  “Good to hear,” he replied.

  The grin on his face made her love him more. They both turned their heads toward the back door as the sound of an approaching car could be heard. Felicia checked her watch.

  “Twenty minutes early,” she said. “That would be my dad. He’ll think that if he’s here before your parents, he can get what he wants to say in first.”

  Ash crossed to the door. “Yup, it’s your parents, but mine are right behind them. I wonder if they met earlier to go over strategy.”

  “I can hear it now. It’s too soon. You’re rushing it. You need to wait.”

  “Don’t let them get the best of you,” Ash told her. She went to him, and he hugged her. “I should have spanked you this morning to give you a sore ass to think of instead of being worried.”

  Felicia laughed as he opened the back door. Her father came in first, followed by her mother and then Ash’s parents.

  “Hello, Dad, Mom,” she said. She walked to them, thinking that maybe he would hug her. He didn’t make a move, but her mother did.

  “Good morning, dear,” her mother said as she hugged her daughter. When she released her, she turned to Ash. “This is a beautiful house.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Montrose, but it’ll be much better after Fee’s put a woman’s touch on it. Hello, Mr. Montrose.” He held out his hand, and her father ignored it.

  Felici
a’s temper flared. “Don’t be an a—” Before she could get the word out, Ash put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. She took the warning and closed her mouth. She turned to her future in-laws.

  “Mr. Chee. Mrs. Chee.” She inclined her head slightly to both of them in turn.

  “Hello, Felicia,” Mrs. Chee said, moving into the kitchen as if she owned the place. Ash’s father, however, went to the side of her body that was free and did the same thing his son had just done.

  “Call me Charlie,” he said.

  Felicia wasn’t sure how to respond, but a split second later she realized that in all the troubles of the past, she’d never heard Ash say one thing about his father being against their relationship. It had always been his mother he’d talked about. She’d just assumed that his dad had wanted to get his son away from the white girl too.

  She felt a sudden kinship with the man who was smiling down at her. “Thank you, Charlie.”

  “Fee made breakfast, if anyone is hungry,” Ash said. He walked toward the island in the center of the large kitchen. “The rolls will be out in a few minutes, as will the frittata. There’s fruit, and we have coffee.”

  The tension in the room was so tight Felicia wondered if they all might spontaneously combust.

  Finally, her mother said, “I’d like some coffee, please.”

  Felicia could have kissed her. The simple request started the others off on their requests for beverages, and by the time they’d been served, everyone had something to drink, except her father, who still looked as if he wanted to slap everyone in the room.

  Felicia took the food from the oven and served up plates. They moved to the dining room table, where the six of them sat comfortably. After they’d eaten a little, Ash started the conversation.

  “I think we know what everyone is going to say, but let’s hear it anyway.”

  “It’s much too soon,” her father spat out. “Felicia needs to come back to Shiprock, and if the two of you want to have a relationship, you can wait awhile to see if things work.”

  “Long distance?” Felicia shook her head. “Not going to happen.”

  She was floored that her father had made such a suggestion. Then she realized what he’d been thinking: make it seem like he would accept the relationship if they waited awhile, but when she was away from Ash, he would chip away, berating her for making a bad choice.