Branded

by Tilly Greene

  “Do you have any?”

  “I sure do, even brought extra pots with me from Japan. You can have one. Go braless tonight and wear your sheer white blouse, then he can get a hint of the bright red whenever he checks out your breasts. He won’t be able to not look. Once he gets an eyeful of the red, I don’t doubt his eyes will remain glued to them.”

  “You’re a wicked woman, Sakura Nakamura,” she laughed as they headed to her friend’s room.

  “I’m learning and more than willing to share the information.”

  “Keep talking, I need to know as much as possible if I’m going after this man. Jon oozes sex appeal, and sounds like he knows all the tricks, and I must play the game right in order to catch the guy.” Molly had rarely failed, and she was going to do whatever it took to get her man and hopefully have a few orgasms along the way.

  No river flowed near the ranch, but that hadn’t stopped Jon from finding a way to enjoy water while outside. He’d built a private sanctuary behind a high wall on the edge of his land. The only structures were a shower stall built of stone with a path to a teepee surrounded by tall grass and trees. No one could chance upon the space and he let his hair down, literally, whenever he was there.

  Pulling off his hat, he walked into the teepee and looked around, taking in what could be seen and what he knew was there. Finally he understood why it had been important for him to finish building it. The inside wasn’t particularly large, but he could stand up and walk around the center pole for a few feet before his head touched the walls.

  The teepee housed a leather-covered spanking horse and a swing with its own stand tucked under the slant of the walls. He could access a low to the ground bondage frame by crawling or sitting on his knees. Behind the center pole, facing away from the entrance stood a small chest of drawers. Sitting on top were folded blankets, rather innocuous, but inside were leather straps, whips, and many more toys. Everything rested on the fabric-covered floor. His next project involved finding a rug.

  Hopes of Molly coming to play with him filled the structure.

  Until today, he’d only ever dreamed about tying her up and taking her until she cried out his name. After their kiss in the barn, he had more reason to think it was actually possible she’d visit.

  At some point, before he lost the plot and dipped his hand in her pants, he realized she was, if anything, a secret submissive. She’d been open to his kiss and focused on pleasing him. When her legs couldn’t open wide enough and she’d tried to climb him, he’d accepted the step she’d taken. Right then, he knew she was meant to be with him, and knew her being a sub to his dominant was possible. At least, he hoped so, but he’d possess her in whatever way she came.

  Reaching down to grab hold of his hard cock, he gave a squeeze and smiled.

  “All she has to do is ask,” he muttered and walked out to the shower. Setting his hat on a nearby bench, he pulled off his boots and socks, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. With purpose, he walked under the head and turned on the water.

  It was cold, but refreshing. He’d picked the veggies they needed for dinner and he wanted to clean off before getting dressed. There was no rush until he needed to head up to Matt and Ted’s house. He’d take the veggies, cleaned and prepped for grilling, then he’d have plenty of time to stop by the cottage and collect Molly and Saki.

  Soap he bought from a local lady who made her own rested on a rock set off to the side. He liked how she had bars available made of sage and juniper, and not only pretty flowers. There was no need for him to go around smelling like a bouquet.

  Once he was clean, Jon looked down at the rock hard erection he still sported. The only relief around, besides her, was his hand. He’d handled things that way since she’d arrived, once more was no big deal. Hopefully it was the last time.

  Heavily lathering his hands, he set the soap back down and turned around while remaining under the rain-like shower head. Facing the teepee, he imagined Molly walking naked into the structure with her arms secured behind her back. He adored her breasts and would keep her in whatever position they’d sit pushed out and his for the taking.

  When they weren’t bouncing freely, he wanted to clamp the tips and leave trapped bits of flesh for him to lick, bite, and tease with his fingers. Maybe he’d use his new nipple cylinders. Admittedly he’d bought them with her in mind. The device would make her nipples stand out even further. Turn redder, yes, but it was the standing out that had him stroking his rod a little quicker.

  Images of her sliding on and off his cock while tied to the swing, secured to the horse with her ass in the air and strapped to the frame, flicked across his mind like a movie. No matter how he had her, he’d happily fuck her as she screamed her passion.

  There were two won’t do’s on his personal list, however, and they were set in stone. He’d never cover her eyes because he wanted to see the blue as he took her. He wanted to watch the pleasure bleed into them and their focus to be on him and them. Her mouth would also remain uncovered. She possessed delightful lips and he wanted to dip his fingers between them for her to suck, or thrust his cock in and out of them.

  He most wanted to hear her call him by name while his hands, mouth, or cock gave her pleasure.

  Fast and furiously, he pumped his rod as he looked at his teepee. Nothing but pleasure would happen within its canvas walls, whether she was bound or not. The structure was originally built to honor his heritage as a place for him to exist tranquilly. He wasn’t a full blown Crow, but a mix of various tribes and some white blood here and there. Jon did things his way. Some, he believed, came from his heritage and others were all him.

  Peace and pleasure were two things he wanted in life, and to have them however possible made him happy. Pleasure hadn’t played a major role for him until Molly entered his world. Now he needed to express his unique desire however, wherever, and with whomever he wanted. He chose an English flower.

  Stroking himself made a loud slick slapping sound because he was wet, and it pleased him to hear. Sex and the enjoyment of it was nothing to hide from. Actually, it was something to revere, honor, and he planned on doing that with Molly at his side.

  “Molly,” he groaned out loud. Flashing before his eyes, she thrust her bare breasts up for him to devour, and seed shot from his cock. Shouting at full volume and with pleasure, he climaxed in the wild.

  Turning around, he doused his body with cold water and laughed because he remained hard. His boner was sticking out, but it might as well. Turning off the water, he collected his things and walked back toward his house. Only one thing ruled Jon’s brain, and it was how he couldn’t wait to have her in his own space.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “You look gorgeous,” Saki told her as she stood back and looked Molly over.

  Because it was warm at night, Molly chose a loose black skirt, which fell below her knees, and a short-sleeved, almost sheer white blouse. Normally she’d wear a bra, chemise, or at least a tank top beneath to make it less va-va-voomish.

  Knowing where to look, she could see her nipples and they seemed obvious, but she would admit it wasn’t as noticeable as she assumed they’d be.

  Molly was slightly uncomfortable with baring it all and kept tugging her blouse away from her breasts.

  “Stop it! Seriously, I can hardly see them and I know they’re painted red.”

  “I don’t know. What if Matt or Ted notice? I would be so embarrassed.” She pulled on her top and tried again to hide her nipples, only nothing worked. Maybe she should put her bra on and be done with trying to seduce Jon.

  “You survived almost climaxing before them a few hours ago. I think you can handle a nipple flash or two. Besides, it will keep them thinking about painted breasts and encourage them to seek me out. At least, I hope they’ll look for me now we’ve crossed over to having sex of some sort. After our ride earlier, they better do more than look.”

  They’d shared a few details about what had happened earlier when Saki rode
out with Matt and Ted to check outlying shacks and fences. Things had been rather heated, and oral sex had ruled the moment since no one remembered to bring condoms. Either way, they’d taken a large step toward being together, and Molly couldn’t be happier for her friend. Saki had wanted to find love and she had, times two.

  Personally, she liked the guys and was thrilled for them all. Of course, she wished them nothing but years and years of happiness together.

  “I’m not sure. You know this is a huge step for me. If he can see my nipples then he can definitely see my tattoo,” she confided to her friend. The other woman knew about her inked back. It wasn’t anything she was ashamed to possess per se, but she wasn’t happy it was there and didn’t want the questions seeing it would bring up.

  “You know what, it’s a conversation you must have with him sooner or later, why not sooner?”

  “I suppose.” She wasn’t sure, but a knock on the door sounded and her time was up.

  “Here we go! I’ll let him in as I head over to Matt and Ted’s. You two can walk together, alone, and talk.”

  “No, wait, it’s all ri—”

  “I can’t hear you,” Saki called out as she made her way to the front door.

  Damn, her friend had thrown her in the deep end and left!

  “Jon’s here and I’ll see you up at the house,” her friend yelled out, and shut the front door.

  There was no hope for her, she had to take charge and move on, but with a jumper. Grabbing a sweater from the cabinet, she slipped it on as she walked out to meet the man she hoped to seduce. The sweater would probably come off later. She simply needed a bit more time to get used to flashing her nipples.

  “Hi,” Molly offered as she stepped into the living room.

  Jon looked handsome and comfortable. Jeans, boots, and a faded and probably favorite t-shirt he’d left untucked made the man look beyond swoon worthy. Everything looked well worn, the jeans even had a rip along the knee, but he didn’t appear messy or uncaring. He looked comfortable, at ease with life and sexy as hell.

  The calm surrounding him threw her for a loop. Did he even remember what happened in the barn? How close he came to making her orgasm? She’d been panting for more from him while pressed up against his body and what, nothing? No ruffled feathers like she had at seeing him?

  “Hello, beautiful,” he told her as he reached for her hand and squeezed it while he kissed her lightly on the lips.

  Apparently all she needed was to hear his voice and she was instantly back in the barn, ready to lie down with him. Shaking her head, she silently reminded herself she was on a mission to seduce him, and she wasn’t going to deviate from that now.

  Smiling up into his deep brown eyes, she turned her hand in his, held on, and told him what she’d been thinking since their earlier interlude. The woman unsure of what to do next was not invited to dinner.

  “You are an incredible man who made me feel frisky this afternoon. Thank you for the pleasure and I hope we do it again with a more satisfying end.” She wasn’t sure if she was blushing, although she was definitely feeling the heat.

  “Plan on it,” he growled and kissed her with a firmer touch. He slid his hand through her hair and used his hold on her head to keep it tilted for him to deepen their connection. There was only one hand holding her, but she wasn’t sure where the other was until her heart thumped. The other hand grasped her chin as he swept his thumb over her lips, then gently tugged. She opened her mouth and his tongue swooped in to slip around hers.

  When his hand left her chin and reached down to squeeze and cup her backside, she couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure. She wanted him before he manhandled her and, with his touch, she became a puddle of need.

  Within a heartbeat of having her ready to beg for more from him, he pulled back and ran his thumb back and forth across her tender lips. They parted and would’ve taken the digit in her mouth if he didn’t take a step back.

  “Dinner. We need to eat dinner first,” he muttered aloud, although she believed he might be trying to convince himself of the necessity.

  Molly definitely needed reminding and convincing. Her head was spinning around him, his touch, and how much she wanted to experience more of it. One touch, one kiss, and she was completely lost. The man had the ability to turn her world upside down and inside out with passion holding it together.

  After a few deep breaths as he stared at her, he leaned down to pick a bag up and held out his hand.

  “Shall we go?” he murmured and waited for her to collect herself enough to walk toward the door.

  Before he opened the door, he turned to her and said one more thing, and the heat ruling her body sped back up.

  “Remember where we were for later,” he told with a wicked smile and one last kiss.

  They walked the stone path to the Wilson brothers’ house in the waning light with his arm rested across her shoulder. She liked the weight of its presence, the security it offered. For some reason it seemed right having him anchored to her side.

  The conversation between them kept to generalities such as the weather and progress of the project. In less than five minutes they were walking through the door. Molly was relaxed and comfortable with Jon, although her pussy occasionally throbbed as a reminder of her unfulfilled need.

  “Coward,” Saki whispered as she came up and waited to hear what beverages they wanted.

  “I’ll have water, thank you,” she said with what she knew was a weak smile. Of course she was afraid to take the sweater off, although she knew it would eventually go. The need to tease Jon’s passion was stronger than the one she had to keep her nipples and tattoo hidden.

  “Water, please,” Jon growled and she blushed profusely under the stares of Ted and Matt.

  Were their plans for a passionate meeting of some sort later obvious to everyone? Normally she’d have a glass of wine and him a whisky or beer with dinner, but no, they both wanted water. She chose to be clear-headed and had a feeling he had as well.

  “Interesting,” Ted offered as an aside.

  Unable to take the stress any longer, she dashed into the kitchen to help Saki with the drinks.

  “A sweater? A cardigan? Come on, Molly. You’re only delaying the inevitable showdown between you two. Take it off and accept the challenge to get your man.”

  Her friend was right. The challenge to seduce Jon had already been tossed down. She might as well carry on and win the man.

  “Fine,” she said as she took the sweater off and picked up a couple of glasses already on the countertop. She wasn’t sure what they were or who they were for, but she took them and would figure things out.

  Walking into the other room, she looked to see at least what color the drinks were and decided one was water and the other was colored. Stopping in front of Jon, she handed him the water with a smile and turned to Matt.

  “Is this one yours?” She asked the question and smiled even bigger. Groaning erupted hind her. Her soon to be lover had expressed himself when seeing her breasts. This would be an interesting night.

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned under his breath, but loud enough that Ted looked at him with a laugh.

  “I believe some people would call it ‘throwing down the gauntlet’. My friend, I think you’ve been challenged to seduce the woman. What’s your plan?”

  “Accept and get on with it.” Jon finished the water in one gulp and went into the kitchen for a bigger glass and more water. He had a feeling he was going to need it.

  Seeing Saki closing a bottle of wine, he knew what had happened.

  “Did you suggest Molly paint her nipples red and go braless tonight?” He asked the question without looking at the woman. Instead, Jon got another glass and filled it with water, waiting patiently for her answer, even though he knew it already.

  “Um, yes, but only as, as a, I…”

  “Thank you,” he murmured as he placed a kiss on her cheek before heading back into the living room.

  Lust ran
through him, burned through him as he watched the mounds of flesh gently sway beneath her blouse. The bright red nipples weren’t obvious, but neither could they be ignored. They made a beautiful sight for him. He could look all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be able to touch his cock.

  He had little doubt it would blow with the merest whisper of contact. No complaints from him. He’d bide his time before he stripped her naked and indulged every stroke over her flesh, like he’d dreamed of doing.

  Was the red makeup flavored? Jon couldn’t remember what Matt said about the time he’d enjoyed Saki’s painted nipples, but he was curious about them. Why was the red not smudging her white blouse? Would it come off on his mouth? Maybe it had to be rubbed off or possibly cleaned with a special solution.

  There were many questions about the red tips running through his head. They were busting to get out and mollify his curiosity. When she returned he’d let her know he’d seen them and go from there. No way would he let her get away with taking such a step without saying something.

  During his turn at the grill, he finally found his chance to say something. She came up as he turned the asparagus stalks.

  “Those tips are all mine,” he claimed. “To paint them red is like waving a flag in front of a bull. I must warn you, taunting the beast could lead to more than you bargained for.” He didn’t want to scare her, but it was the truth. The desire he’d tamed earlier resurfaced, ready to explode. He needed to get his hands and mouth on her, and drive his cock in and out of her sweet body. A warning was the best he could offer.

  “Are you the bull?” Molly laughed, but stopped once she looked at him and realized how serious he was.

  “Absolutely, flower. You’d best prepare yourself. I intend to claim you, those beautifully enticing nipples, and much more of your delicious body.”

  “Oh my,” she whispered in surprise. Fine, he might’ve shocked her with the level of his need, but at least she understood his position. There’d be no games. Normally he had no patience for them, but he had been willing to take things slow for her sake. Not now, not after she gave him a hint of red tips.