by Tilly Greene
The white picket fence lifestyle with a pie cooling on a window ledge and kinky choices were within their reach.
“Really?” She pulled back and looked at him. Under her deep perusal he smiled and wondered what she hoped to see.
“Yes, really. I’m not looking for a cleaner or sex slave, but a lover who loves to be tied up and taken and wants to tend roses in the front yard and bake pies. What I want is to spend time with my lover in all ways that make up life.”
“Do you mean I might occasionally be your slave? I wouldn’t mind giving that task a whirl and I can clean, mend, and roll socks.” Molly made light of his request and he knew there was more involved. She was a British citizen. He didn’t know the rules that would allow her to get on with living in the US. Maybe he should ask her to marry him. That would make everything easier.
“Or, you could marry me,” he said as the idea came to him. Jon hadn’t thought about marriage because no woman in his life had ever inspired him to think it would be a good idea. Everything about Molly made him think differently.
“Let’s start with living together and move on from there,” she told him and sealed their agreement with a kiss.
The change didn’t feel big, neither did her agreement make him want to take the offer back. The small shift in their living arrangements brought them closer together. It was the right thing to do.
“Shall we tell our friends who are staring out the window at us?”
She looked over her shoulder and laughed before turning back to face him.
“Maybe we should wait to tell the nosy buggers our good news.”
“I like the way you think,” he agreed and set her back on her feet. “What do you fancy? A burger? A salad?”
“A grilled cheese with two pickles spears and a lemonade, please. How about you?”
They talked food as they walked into the diner and sat at the table. Sunny had joined them with her usual large glass of Coke with no ice. There was no conversation going on as they walked up, and Jon almost laughed.
“What’s going on, you two? If I didn’t know better I’d say that was a proposal or something. It looked like serious stuff was discussed.” Sunny broke the silence. She put the question out there and finished with a big gulp of her drink.
“Nothing big, simply talking about the adventure the ladies had getting here.” He was calm and spoke the truth, but he struggled not to share. These were their friends and they had good news to tell them. Looking at Molly, he noticed she fussed with her water and couldn’t look up.
One of them was going to break down and he didn’t care.
Sunny had to seat a couple more groups and help a server bring out some food. The group talked about the drive to the diner and how they’d get a smaller truck for the ladies to drive. Jon realized the idea of at least Saki staying on at the ranch was assumed.
Their server came to the table and started to take their order. The two ladies were first and Saki was not sure whether to do soup or salad. While they were discussing the choices, Ted leaned over.
“Did you ask her to move in or marry you?”
“Both,” he said without thinking. When it dawned on him what he’d said, he looked at his friend, who was smiling.
“And?”
“She’s moving in and we’ll take it from there,” Jon told him.
“Congrats,” he said and shook his hand. Matt reached over and also shook his hand, which was what Saki saw as she passed the server’s attention on to the men.
“What happened? Why are you shaking his hand?”
“You told!” Molly said, expressing her dismay that he’d broken so quickly.
“Sorry, sweetie. I’d answered the question before I realized what I’d said,” he told her as he leaned over and lightly kissed her. “Saki and Sunny don’t know yet.”
Sunny was walking up to join the table again and Molly immediately burst out with their news. “We’re moving in together.”
The squeals of delight were immediate and he couldn’t hold back his smile. Including feminine elements into his world was going to be a new adventure, and he couldn’t wait to get started. Excited, Jon sat back to watch his lover spread her joy.
EPILOGUE
6 Months Later
“It’s amazing. I can’t see anything of the previous tattoo.” Sunny had lifted Molly’s t-shirt to see the new tattoo inked over the old.
“I’m pleased with this one, nicely detailed. While it belongs to me and is covering something up, I still think it’s simply stunning. If I’m going to have a tattoo, then I’m glad it’s this one. Thank you for helping me connect with such a great artist. The task was a daunting one and you made it easy. Jon figured you knew everyone through the diner and it turns out to be true.” Molly was finally comfortable baring her flesh and knowing the former boyfriend’s face wasn’t looking back.
She liked her work, it was challenging. She and Saki had opened a consulting office and were getting calls already. There were friends as well. Saki and she were close. They’d merely opened their arms and brought Sunny in to join them. Even the past was taken care of. She’d called her parents and, while there was no desire on her side to see them again, they occasionally had a reserved conversation.
“There was a time when I looked at getting inked, but chickened out. Micha is a great guy and I figured if anyone could do what you needed, he could. He’s had his own shop for over twenty years.”
“And he was fine with my idea of a jumping horse as the cover up. I hear animals are difficult, but he didn’t balk at all. Yes, I couldn’t be more pleased.” She turned around and gave the other woman a hug. “Thank you.”
“Come on, Molly, we need to go,” Jon called and impatiently waved his hand in a bid for her to get a move on.
“What has him in such a hurry to leave?” Sunny asked as they walked toward his truck. He stood talking with Court and, as usual, he took her breath away. The man was gorgeous perfection. Summer was over and he was tanner than usual. His coffee-colored skin was soft and spread tightly over his fit body. He simply made her drool.
“I’m not sure. He said Court had something for him and was coming over to get it. I joined him so I could thank you and see if you wanted more nipple makeup. Saki plans to make an order this weekend and we can get our requests in as well.”
“Yes please, two pots should be good. Court really likes the stuff and I’m all about making him happy.” Sunny laughed and gave her friend a hug.
Molly hugged her friend again and moved to Jon’s side, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“Ready?” He wasn’t actually waiting for her to answer. The man already had the truck door open. When she joined him, he wasted no time and lifted her onto the seat, stretching the seatbelt across her front.
“See you both at tomorrow night’s dinner party with Saki and the boys,” Sunny called out as they left. All Molly had time to do was cry out “yes” as they drove back to the Big W Ranch.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Molly asked Jon as she put her hand on his leg.
“You’ll see,” he told her, then asked her to do something for him. “Unbutton your blouse, flower. Let me enjoy your breasts bouncing as I drive the back home. The road is marked with potholes and will make for an interesting ride.”
She had no desire to deny him and did what he asked. Without being asked, she used her hands to roll the extended tips and get her juices flowing again. The phone call from Colt had broken them apart from an extended scene where she’d been into playing a submissive role. She had spent the morning naked and kneeling in front of him. He had played at will, but got on with the few projects he’d needed to do around the house. After installing a wood burning stove in the teepee, they’d gone back to the house to make a list for the market.
They were living together and she loved every moment. It had been a difficult separation when she and Saki went back to Japan to retrieve their things. After almost a month away, she swore it would
never happen again. Obviously she’d chosen her man and wanted to spend her days and nights with him.
Pinching the tips, she tugged them and couldn’t hold in her moan.
“I love my nipples to be big like this,” she told him as she cupped her breasts. “Do you want to suck them, maybe bite and pull on them until I cry out with need?”
“You know I do and I will, but I have something else I think you might like.”
“You’re secretive after your visit with Court,” she said with a smile. “Do I strip again?”
“Yes, at the front door, then crawl into the living room. I’ll start a fire which will allow you to be nice and toasty.”
“Sounds lovely.”
Usually he parked up at the main barn and they walked back, but not this time. He pulled the truck by the white picket fence he’d put up around the front yard. The first day she moved in he’d asked for her to plant roses and she had. Molly enjoyed tending them and the smell they gave off; they reminded her a little bit of home.
“You never park down here,” she said as he got out and walked around to help her out. “What’s going on, stud?”
“You know I love it when you call me that.” He picked her up and carried her into the house. “Strip and come join me in the living room.”
She shrugged and went about taking off her clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on a bench by the door. Getting down on her hands and knees, she slowly crawled to the other room, her pussy gaining moisture with each sliding step. At one point she leaned down until her nipples scraped the cool wood floor and gasped.
It didn’t ease her need but fed it further. Carrying on with crawling, she stopped where he kneeled on the thick, sheepskin rug.
Once she settled on her knees in front of him, exactly where she wanted to be, Molly lifted her eyes to his. There was a grin on his face and a fire warming his chocolate brown eyes. Something was making him happy.
“For you,” he said as he handed over a box.
“What Court had?”
“He ordered something for Sunny and went into Billings to get it and picked my order up as well. Saved me a trip,” he told her before he egged her on to open it. “Hurry and open it.”
Molly untied the bow and pulled the lid off. After shifting the paper to the side, she pulled out a toy, a silver butt plug. Nice, but she wasn’t sure what was special about it. There was one similar in size in the teepee they’d used. Then she looked at the flat end and she was surprised.
The brass disc said, “This is Jon Black’s Woman” with a freehand etched drawing of a blackhawk at rest. The bird represented him, her lover. Once she realized the connection, tears started to build and threatened to spill.
“It’s beautiful and it means a great deal to me,” she shared as she stretched up as he leaned down and pressed her lips to his. There was nothing heated about their kiss—it held their hearts and feelings for each other. It was all about love. “Can I wear it now?”
“Of course,” he told her and reached to the side for some lubricant. Squirting a large dollop onto his finger, he put another dose on the wrinkled rose she’d bent over and turned to him.
Reaching around, he circled her clit and waited for her legs to naturally spread a little wider before he pressed his lubed finger against her backdoor. While he hadn’t taken her in the ass, Jon had often teased her with the use of a plug. If they went out, she sometimes had left the house with one in place.
“You have a beautiful ass, flower. I bought this special plug to mark you as mine, to solidify our love and life together. To put my brand on you.” He leaned over and kissed a cheek as he worked a second finger into her back channel. He added a third digit after he’d squeezed in more lube. He worked the liquid in as he spread the fingers wider.
She was enjoying every bit of his attention and laid her chest on the carpet, pushing her ass out even further.
After he ran his lubricated hands over the bulbous end of the plug, the slightly pointed end rested against her rear entrance.
“Ready?” he asked and she groaned yes. There was no delay; immediately he pressed the plug in and her body had been well prepared. The round end took her breath away as it passed through, but didn’t hurt. It wasn’t a big plug, but she definitely wouldn’t forget it was inside her whenever she wore the toy.
There was no desire to hold back the moan when it made the journey inside her and the flat disk rested again her backside. Maybe someday she could take a bigger one, but for now this one was absolutely perfect. The plug claimed her as belonging to the man she loved, nothing could be better.
Jon pressed his cock to her pussy and ran his hand over her ass. The way his rod slowly but smoothly slid inside her pussy let her know he’d put lubricant on it as well. She was full with her lover.
Only after he was inside her and his balls pressed against her pussy did he reach around and, with big calloused hands holding her breasts, help her sit up. Not fully up, but enough for her nipples to be off the carpet. Two fingers of each hand had trapped her tight elongated tips between them. He brought his fingers together, tightly, and she couldn’t stop from shouting at him.
“Oh, yes, yes. My nipples hurt and it feels good. Squeeze harder,” she cried out.
“Like this?” he grunted as he put the tips between his fingertips and firmly pinched.
There was no answer except a groan. The rumbling nonsense was all she could manage as he held her body and fucked her. Spreading his legs wider, he widened her stance and stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.
“I am full of you,” she finally muttered.
It was a glorious possession. Jon slid easily through her tight pussy, something they’d discovered lubricant helped.
Molly couldn’t be happier or more turned on to hear her man grunt wildly as he passionately loved her body. His love was there with every stroke and pinch. Only a few more strokes and she fell part, crying out for her man.
“Jonnn!” she screamed and he sped up to take her even faster. Strong hips bounced against her backside, creating a delightful body slapping sound.
It wasn’t long before he lost it and was coming himself. His fingers pinched, twisted, and pulled her nipples even further as he pumped cum into her pussy. The roar he let out was loud and unfettered, something she was always excited to hear. He didn't always freely call out, but she was turned on whenever he did.
To feel the pulsations and panting breaths from them both let her know they’d survived another hot bout of making love. They collapsed to their sides with him still buried inside her wet heat. She wanted him there, staking a claim.
“Love you, stud, and thank you for the plug. I am full of you and happy to feel that way,” she shared while nudging her ass back against him.
Jon laughed lightly and kept plucking her long nipples.
“I love you, too, flower. I’m glad you like your present because you’ll be wearing it on many of our nights out. Your new look will be sexy elongated nipples, maybe with rings around them to hold them out, and the plug. You’ll be stunning and only I will know what’s going on to have you breathless and excited.”
“Oh my, I can’t wait,” she told him and groaned as he lifted her leg over his hip and one of his hands started to play with her clit.
“There is nothing I want more in life than to have you naked with me and it’s happening. I am a happy and content man.”
The one thing she looked forward to was actually something she had every day.
“I get to open my eyes in the morning and see your face. That’s what makes me happy,”
They were good together, were meant to be together. Life didn’t get any better than this.
A Kinky Ride
A frisky couple living on a ranch in Montana enjoys sex. Every day is busy with breeding, raising and training horses, but they always make time for a trip between the sheets, cuffed to a bar or tied to a saddle. He dominates her as if gentling a mare and she blooms under his t
ouch. Vanilla loving is fine, pleasurable, but they’re also seriously involved in BDSM.
They experiment freely with an assortment of toys and always finish satisfied. He brings a new toy home as a surprise, but is worried. Of course it pushes her boundaries. Doing so always sends them further into passions realm. However, now he wonders if it’s going to break them apart or bring them closer together?
CHAPTER ONE
“The workmanship is fantastic,” Jon Black said as he looked over the customized butt plug he’d had made for Molly. “Your friend is definitely skilled.”
“Look what else he made for me. It’s not metalwork, but leather and different,” Court Dickerson told his friend while pulling something black out of a velvet bag. It felt awkward to hold, but he knew the other man would be able to see what it was once he took the protective paper off the one-of-a-kind pieces. Hard to call it a sex toy except, technically, it was a toy.
“Wow,” muttered Jon with awe in his voice. “A mask?”
“A sensory deprivation mask made to look like a horse’s head, with mane, ears, and all. I didn’t want some bland hood with a zipper for the mouth or some innocuous covering for the eyes and ears. I had to have something she’d enjoy and that I wanted to look at while pleasuring my lover. With this, I’m assuming Sunny doesn’t want to look like some kind of blowup doll when she puts it on.” Court guffawed and shook his head as he talked with his friend.
Standard bondage hoods had never held interest for Court. Not even when he’d endured forced celibacy during his extensive time in rehab.
The leather hood was a masterpiece, he concluded as he fiddled with its various components.
Ultimately, what could be seen as a sex toy was much more than that. The eyes were covered with a piece of leather he snapped on, and it sat flush against the rest of the mask. A zipper ran from ear to ear and would open if he wanted. The oddest parts were the pronounced forehead and muzzle. They were large, not as big as an actual horse’s, but obviously resembled a horse’s head. He could use the zipper to open it all the way back to her cheeks and feed her his cock. The unique muzzle made it an enticing part of the mask.
