Texas Men

by Delilah Devlin

  But where the hell was she?

  He rolled out of bed, his feet hitting the floor, and he stalked toward the open bathroom door. The room was empty now but filled with steam. Another towel lay on top of the laundry basket. So she’d showered.

  Logan strode out of the bedroom and cocked his ear. He heard faint stirrings in the playroom. A smile tugged at his lips. Though he’d been arguing with himself about putting the brakes on that aspect of his sexuality, Amy was plainly curious. He slowly turned the doorknob and cracked the door.

  What he saw made his cock pulse. So much for his vaunted control.

  Amy was gloriously naked and standing on the metal footings of the St. Andrew’s cross. Her ankles were strapped into the buckles. She’d also moved the arm shackles up the wooden structure, refastening bolts and lug nuts behind the frame to move them up to suit her height. She had one hand resting in the padded leather manacle.

  She’d also found the black hood he’d used on Sarah. She’d rolled it down her face, keeping her lips and mouth free.

  He padded quietly across the floor to stand in front of her. Her head turned. Maybe she’d heard a slight sound, but the way she nibbled on her bottom lip said she wasn’t sure.

  He lifted a hand and ran a fingertip around one rosy areola.

  “Logan?” she asked, uncertainty shaking her voice.

  “Worried it might be someone else?”

  “I wasn’t sure if it was Logan or…Master.”

  Logan stood still, his chest expanding, his cock growing steely. “What’s your preference, baby?”

  “I don’t want you thinking I’m some lightweight.”

  “I don’t.”

  “I don’t want you thinking of me as only a vanilla kind of girl.”

  “You aren’t?” he murmured, reaching up to close the last shackle. The crisp rasp of Velcro closing and the jangle of the buckle acted like the fiercest aphrodisiac on his libido. If Amy could see his face tightening, his muscles flexing now, she might have had cause to rethink her naive plan to seduce him.

  “Maybe I don’t want what I’ve had before,” she said, her voice sounding a little forlorn.

  “I didn’t frighten you before? I wasn’t very gentle.”

  “I loved it. But I frightened myself. I bit you. And you have ugly scratches all over your back.”

  “I can feel them now. Every time I flex. I love it. Means you lost control. That makes a man feel…powerful.”

  Her lips twisted into a smile. “Funny, that’s just the adjective I associate with you.”

  Logan stepped close enough that his cock pressed against her mons. “See what you do to me? That’s powerful. I usually have more control. I pride myself on it. Are you sure about putting yourself in my care?”

  “Can I be a little afraid?”

  “Fear is healthy. It can also be sexy as hell.”

  Her chest expanded slowly. “I want this. Please.”

  “Do you think this is all whips and crosses?”

  “No. I did a little research. After I watched you. I wanted to understand.”

  “Research?” He smiled. Well, so had he. The romance novel he’d bought had given him a blueprint to follow—flowers, dinner, a rose-petals-strewn bed—but he hadn’t counted on his own impatience or, more surprisingly, hers.

  He cleared his throat. “When I’m ‘Master,’” he said, removing any trace of amusement from his voice, “you can’t speak unless I allow it.”

  Her lips firmed. Seemed she was ready to start right now.

  “This is a process. Not one that can be accomplished in just one night.”

  “It will take longer?” She didn’t sound the least bit sorry to hear that.

  “A long process,” he purred. “I can guide you, if you like.”

  Her lips crimped. Suppressing a smile, perhaps? “Please, Master,” she replied in her prim, schoolteacher voice.

  “You’re still talking,” he said, reaching up to pinch a nipple.

  “Oh! Then we’ve already started?”

  “Sure you want to?”

  She swallowed and wet her bottom lip with her tongue and then nodded. Logan couldn’t help himself. Her mouth was still slightly swollen from his earlier kisses. It pouted. Already he knew how much a kiss went toward soothing her. He leaned forward and brushed her lips.

  Her sigh was soft, warm, entering his mouth a moment before her tongue did the same. He sucked on it and then slid his own inside her mouth to taste her sweet breath again as it sighed into him.

  When he pulled away, his erection was painfully hard. His balls drew up against his groin.

  “May I pull this hood the rest of the way down?” he asked, not waiting for an answer, wanting to stave off the temptation to kiss her again, but missing her expressive mouth as soon as he’d covered it.

  He walked to the wall where his floggers, whips, and other wanded implements were mounted. He chose a flogger with supple suede flanges and a tickler with soft, silken bristles. From a drawer beneath the display, he pulled a small narrow plug and a tube of lubricant. He brought them to her, along with a folding table, and set it beside her, laying down the tools for her pleasure carefully and silently.

  He glanced at Amy, standing so still, her body tense, poised to accept anything he wished to do. From the start she’d been eager to be led.

  Schoolteacher was a dream come true. Better than he’d imagined. Malleable, passionate. Eager to serve and to be pleasured.

  Tonight he’d give her a very gentle introduction, but he didn’t doubt she wouldn’t think so. She hadn’t a clue, no matter how much research she’d done. She couldn’t comprehend the trust between a dominant and his submissive. She might understand some of the practices and think she wanted to learn the intricacies of the perversions, but he was learning that she did have limits. And she had defied him. In her way.

  She’d balked at being shaved.

  In the end, her soft mons had delighted her. But because he’d been in a hurry to bury his cock inside her, he really hadn’t given her a reward for her obedience or shown her how much more sensation she would feel without that silky cloak of hair.

  He’d remedy that shortly.

  “I know I told you I wouldn’t play with one tiny entrance. But because you seem so eager to begin training…”

  Amy’s chest quivered on a shallow breath.

  “I’m going to insert a plug. Something very small to begin stretching you, readying you for my cock. Don’t worry that I’ll get too eager and try to rush you. I promised not to hurt you, and I know I didn’t keep that promise very well, but in this you can trust me.”

  He picked up the soft, plastic plug and lubed it with his fingers. Then he knelt between her legs. Her sex was moist but not nearly as wet as he would have liked. He needed her deeply aroused.

  He rubbed his fingers over her mound, enjoying the softness and the appearance of her pale creamy skin and reddened pussy. Then he slid his fingers between her raw folds and rubbed her clit.

  Again her pretty little tits quivered, the stems beginning to draw into taut points. He trailed along her damp folds, dipping inside to swirl in her honeyed depths, penetrating as far as his fingers could reach and drawing more fluid down.

  He needed a taste. Just a quick one. He rose slightly and opened his mouth to suckle her smooth labia, teasing the edges with lazy drifts of his tongue and then thrusting into her and lapping upward to glaze her clit.

  Her body trembled, and her thighs hardened.

  Tracing his fingers lower, he rubbed along her sensitive perineum, ignoring her gulping breaths and, at last, arriving at his destination.

  He parted her buttocks, widening them to stroke two fingers around and around her tight entrance. He dipped inside, just one fingertip, and her anus closed hard around him, trying to eject it.

  Logan brought the narrow tip of the plug to her entrance and inserted it, twisting it to deposit some of the lubricant on her tight ring. Then he pushed it slowl
y inward.

  Her breaths came faster, shallower.

  Carefully he pulled it out and then pressed it a little deeper, still twisting, and then rolled it in a widening circle to ease her tight grasp.

  Logan gritted his teeth against the strength of his own arousal, rising hard, tensing his thighs and filling his cock to the point of pain. He could already imagine how he’d feel sliding into her ass, the ring gripping him tighter than any cock ring he’d ever cinched around the base of his shaft.

  But she was a long way from being ready for that. He’d promised.

  He withdrew the device and slipped the metal tip of the tube into her opening and squeezed more lube directly inside her.

  Amy moaned. It was a tiny, wounded, desperate sound, but still she held her words.

  “I know this is uncomfortable. A tight fit. I’m going to push it back inside, and I won’t stop, but you have to do something to make it easier. You have to trust me. You have to relax and allow me to do it. You have to take charge of your body. Overrule the natural urge to resist the intrusion. Can you do that? Nod if you can.”

  It didn’t come quickly. Several quivering breaths moved the hood over her mouth, but then it came. A slow, definite nod.

  Logan kissed her thigh and bent closer again, gently placing the plug at her entrance and pushing inward.

  The first couple of inches entered easier than before, but as its shape broadened, he could feel resistance again. “Easy,” he whispered. “Let me in, baby. Don’t fight. You’re mine to do with as I please. This pleases me very much.”

  As the broadest part of the plug slid past the ring, he exhaled, relieved he’d gotten her this far. The narrowing at the base would keep it in place while he played. “All done,” he said, straightening. “That will stay there until I take it out.”

  Logan stood, returning the lube to the tray, and then took a long drink of the sight of Amy Keating.

  Her body was taut, her hands fisted above the shackles.

  He didn’t like that she was nervous. He slicked his hand over her smooth mound and thrust two fingers inside her, curving them upward as he toggled her clit with his thumb.

  A tiny, thready moan seeped from her, and he continued to finger her, watching closely to catch the subtle changes in her breathing and deepening flush of color that painted her chest.

  “Have I told you how beautiful your body is?”

  Her breath caught, but she held her tongue.

  “Your length is a perfect match for mine. I like that I don’t have to bend very far to kiss you. I like that when I pull your hips into mine, my cock ruts against your sex.”

  He came closer and glided his lips along the top of her shoulder. “You’re so tall, I can fuck you standing without lifting you. Want me to prove it to you now?”

  Her nod was swift, her breaths faster, rasping, billowing against the black fabric.

  “I will. But not quite yet. You wanted to know what it was like to taste the flick of one of my floggers. I’ve chosen the softest I own because I don’t want you alarmed. Has anyone ever used one on you? No? Has anyone spanked you?”

  A sideways jerk of her head was all she could manage. His fingers, soaked in her arousal, were a more convincing answer.

  Her body tensed, her hips flexing forward and back in the tiniest pulses to draw on the fingers fucking into her.

  He withdrew his fingers and slid his cock along her folds, gliding forward and back. “I’m hard. If I wasn’t, I would have wanted you to suck on it, to unfurl it with your mouth.”

  He drew back, picked up the flogger, draped the leather strands over her shoulder, and pulled it downward, gliding it over her pebbled nipples. Then he pulled it away and gave her nipple a light slap. Not even enough to leave her skin pink, and yet she jerked against the bindings.

  He flicked the tail against the other nipple, just a little sharper, and she grunted.

  He slapped her belly and then her hips, flicked the tail at her thighs and brought it between her legs to lash upward, stinging her pussy.

  Amy’s back bowed; her belly undulated, curving upward, her thighs straining to widen, inviting another lash, which landed at the center of her pussy.

  Logan reached between her legs, soothing the stinging flesh with his fingers swirling over her lips. While she’d been wet before, now honey trickled along the inside of one thigh.

  Laying down the flogger, he picked up the silky tickler and worked it like a painter’s brush, stroking her breasts, her belly, and then brushing lightly over her mound.

  He parted her with his thumb and forefinger and twisted the soft bristles over her clit.

  Amy’s thighs shivered, and her hips rocked, stroking toward the wand.

  “While I’m sure your research was extensive, I’m wondering if you understand what motivates a person to choose to be the way I am, or to choose to serve a man like me. It’s not about the kink. Not really. I’m a man, and smelling your arousal, feeling the slick moisture building in your sex, that’s enough to make me hard. Sliding inside your tight little cunt is enough to make me come.”

  He tossed down the wand and undid her restraints, catching her when she sagged toward him. He carried her to the floor, pressing her down until she leaned on her hands, her knees braced apart.

  His whisked off the hood and waited while she blinked her eyes to adjust to the light; then he dug his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back.

  Her mouth opened naturally as he drew her back. “What motivates me is feeding a need inside you that desires to be led, craves to serve. I’m not looking for a doormat and would never expect you to cater to me anytime except within the confines of this room. Are you willing to serve me, Amy?”

  Amy licked her lips. Everything he’d done and said was so foreign, so far removed from her experience. The free-thinking woman she was, the woman who’d excelled at school and carved out a career and a home for herself, should have felt more resistance to his invitation.

  Instead she melted at the heat and need reflected in his dark gaze. Her heart trembled, her pussy flooded, her limbs shook, threatening to collapse beneath her.

  The tension his body radiated told her this was a crossing point, and that if she balked, even for a second, she could expect more of what he’d given her before, which had been amazing. But she wanted to take the deeper journey. Learn the secrets to his soul, as corny as that sounded.

  “How can I serve you?” she whispered.

  A swallow worked the muscles of his throat. His eyes glowed with warmth and approval. “You may have my cock. To play with as you please. My reward for your obedience.”

  She almost smiled. Her reward would be his as well, only she guessed that when he was in “master mode,” his pleasure wouldn’t always be so straightforward. But hadn’t she dreamed of taking him with her mouth? “May I speak?”

  He nodded, his jaw grinding taut.

  Amy rubbed her cheek along his heated shaft, drinking in the scent of his musk, and then raised her gaze. “I thought I knew what I wanted. What any woman wants. A man who loves me. A man who will be a partner. What you’re offering—what it sounds like to me—is more than that, not less. I do this because I want you. All of you. But not because I could have been this way with any other man. Do you understand?”

  “I didn’t think you would ever have walked into a club and offered yourself as a sub to any other man.”

  She nodded. “I would never do that.”

  “Is that because this is abhorrent to you?”

  Her smile slowly stretched her trembling lips. “No, it’s because I never wanted a man so badly. The things you want from me are things I want to give. I crave serving you because I know the pleasure I bring you will be returned. Is that enough?”

  Logan’s face suffused with lust, triggering a jolt of heat that released a steady flow of excitement.

  His half-lidded gaze swept her face, landing on her lips. “It’s more than I could have hoped. But right now
I’m afraid I have to demand that you take my cock between your lovely pouting lips and suck me.”

  She canted her head and gave him as close to a sultry look as she could manage, given she was fighting a grin. “Do you expect me to always be obedient?”

  His rueful smile was everything she’d desired. “Hell, no,” he growled.

  “Do I have to like everything?”

  “No, but experimenting will be part of the fun.”

  “Do you know that the idea of becoming slave to your master feels kind of liberating?”

  “I think you do understand,” he crooned.

  Right now, Amy wanted his satiny cock sliding into her mouth. But the act wasn’t the one of submission he had in mind, because she intended to enslave him.

  As he pushed his cock downward toward her lips, she stroked her tongue over the tip, licking up a gleaming drop of pre-cum. Salty, musky flavor exploded on her tongue, and she eagerly opened her lips to suckle the spongy cap.

  As she suctioned and swirled her tongue over him, she lost herself in the pleasure of his taste and the varying textures of his manhood. The soft head gave way to steely, satiny smooth shaft. Her sex and sphincter began to pulse as she remembered how his girth and length had stretched her. The tenderness of the tissues lining her channel, of the ring gripping the plug, were sexy reminders of the power of her attraction over him.

  That Logan found her long, supple body lovely fueled her love for him, an acknowledgment she’d keep to herself because she didn’t want to rush him.

  He was a man, and even in her limited experience, she understood his need to lead her on this journey.

  So she moaned around him to tell him how much she honored his masculinity, how much she desired him. As she knelt and wrapped her hands around him, she gripped him firmly, twisting her hands around his shaft as she rocked forward to engulf him in her wet heat.

  She’d let him think about another moist place as she swallowed and her throat clasped around his head. When one hand cupped his smooth, velvety sac and rolled his balls in her palm, she hoped he remembered the pleasure of banging them against her soft, moist flesh.