He walked around her, inspecting her. She’d never felt so naked, bare in front of another person, yet so cared for at the same time.
When he came around again so he stood in front of her, he smiled. “You’re beautiful, baby. I love that you don’t shave your pussy but trim it. Your scars only make you look stronger. And your breasts? Fuck, I can’t wait to see them in clamps.”
Her knees shook as he left her to get the clamps from one of the drawers on a side table. He came back, and she felt like she could climax right then. He lowered his head, taking one nipple in his mouth. He sucked and teased until it was so hard she felt like she was breaking. When he put the clamp on, she sucked in a breath. Oh, God, it hurt, but in the best way possible. He did the same to her other breast, and she had to hold herself back from squirming. She was so wet she knew that if he looked he’d see it. That alone pushed her to the edge.
He kissed her again, a fierce show of strength and caring, nibbling on her bottom lip as he pulled back. “Go stand in front of the cross, facing the wall. Do you need me to tie you to it? Or are you going to be a good girl and hold on tight?”
Both ideas made her warm. “I can hold on.”
He raised a brow. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished.”
Right then, she’d take it, but she wanted to see if she could do it.
She went to the cross and put her arms on the slats, facing the wall. She could hear him looking through something, but she couldn’t look back and see. He hadn’t told her she could.
When the tail of something soft and smelling of leather brushed along her back, she gasped, but didn’t let go of the cross.
Austin came to her side and gripped her chin so she could face him. “This is our first time, so instead of surprising you or letting you tell me what things are just by touch, I’m going to show you. This is elk hide and buttery soft.” He held up a yellow flogger that looked almost brand new. She must have given something away because he nodded. “It’s new. Everything I will touch you with will be new. You’re the first woman I’ve brought here in ten years.
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
“Now we’re going to go slow today. I won’t go too hard. I don’t break the skin nor will I use anything different than what is in my hand right now. Do you know your safe word?”
“Yes, Austin.”
“Good girl. Face the wall.”
She did so and heard him move to her back. She closed her eyes, waiting.
The first touch of leather against the meat of her shoulder stunned her, the quick sting of pain receding into pleasure. He did the same to her other shoulder, then her lower back, ass, and thighs. He increased the pace slightly, never striking the same spot twice in a row. The pain gave way to warmth that went straight to her clit. Her breathing slowed, and she knew her pupils had dilated, the sweet pain becoming bliss.
Soon, she couldn’t remember how much time had passed until she felt his hands on her back, and her ass.
“Let go of the cross,” he whispered.
She let go and swayed on her feet, leaning into his hold. He soothed her, kissing her softly, running his hands over her body. He released each nipple clamp, sucking the nipples into his mouth before the hurt came.
“Come on, baby girl. You did so well. You look so fucking hot right now with my marks on you.”
He picked her up and pulled her to his chest. She closed her eyes, letting her body relax even further in his care. When he set her on the bed, she laid down, her legs spreading of their own accord.
She felt so good.
Austin came back and wiped her down with a cool cloth, caring for her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He brought a glass of water up to her lips, and she drank greedily.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as your submission to me, Sierra. I want to fill your pussy and make you come. Are you ready for me?”
She blinked up at him, her mind finally regaining focus. She hadn’t come yet because he’d been careful not to touch her clit.
“Yes, Austin. Make me come.”
He lowered himself to her, kissed her hard, and then spread kisses down her body until he reached her clit. He licked her once, and she came.
Her eyes shot open, and she bucked off the bed. He held her down and lapped up her juices. She was so wet that she could even hear him feasting on her. It was so fucking sexy that she was already on the verge of coming again. He nibbled on her pussy, spearing her with his tongue before fucking her with his fingers.
She came again when he pressed on that inner bundle of nerves, the muscles clamping around his fingers.
When he pulled away, she whimpered.
“Face down and on your knees. I want that ass in the air.”
She rolled over as he went for a condom. When she laid her cheek down on the mattress, she gripped the blanket. Before she could ask him for more, he filled her to the hilt in one stroke. They both called out and froze.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m going to fuck you hard. You ready for that?”
She moaned and then gasped as he smacked her ass. “You get me?”
“Yes, Austin.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled out then slammed back into her. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching him. Austin pumped in and out of her, his grip punishing on her hips. Before she could come, he left her for a moment then flipped her on her back. She bounced once, and then as she hit the bed again, he was in her.
“Austin!”
He pistoned into her, his eyes on her face. “Say my name again. Say it.”
“Austin. Austin. Austin,” she chanted his name then gasped into his mouth as he crushed it to hers.
He rotated his hips once more, and she came, her body shaking under his. He threw his head back and shouted as he filled the condom. When he could, he rested his head on hers, their breathing heavy.
“Best. Ever,” he mumbled.
“Yes, Austin,” she agreed.
He smiled against her cheek then held her close. “My good girl.”
Yes, she was. She was his.
And nothing could take that from her.
Nothing.
Chapter 15
“Again,” Austin shouted. “Say my name again.”
“Austin,” she panted, her body bowing as she came one more time on his cock.
His hands came to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “You’re mine, Sierra. Your pussy is like a fucking vise on my dick, and I’m going to come. You ready for that?”
“Please, please come inside me.”
He pushed up once more, and she gasped as he filled her. This time without a condom. Their first time without a condom.
They’d stayed up for hours after their time in the basement, making love and talking. They’d both discussed protection, and since she was on birth control and they were both clean, they were ready for him to go bare with her. Now Austin had woken her by making her sit on his cock.
She fell on top of him, and his arms went around her. One hand tangled in her hair, the other grasped her hip.
“I love being in you without a condom, Legs. Best. Feeling. Ever.”
She smiled against him. “I love it too.”
It was the first time they’d used that word in any way when it came to one another, and she wasn’t about to take it for granted.
“Let me stay here for a bit then I’ll pull out and clean you up.”
“I can just jump in the shower.”
He smacked her ass, the sting forcing a gasp out of you. “Let me take care of my woman.”
“Yes, Austin.”
“Good girl.”
Their exchange had almost become a joke between them, the way he always praised her for serving him. The joke had turned into something warmer inside her, and she knew she’d have to focus on that soon. Not right then. For now, she wanted to be lazy and enjoy their day off.
In fact, she had a plan for that,
but she needed to build up the courage to ask Austin about it. It wasn’t bad, just something monumental in her life. As if anything monumental could be “just”.
Finally, Austin got up, pulling out of her. She clamped her legs closed, trying to keep him within her. It made no sense, but some primal part of her wanted him inside her. So weird.
He came back into the room with a warm washcloth and cleaned her up, his gaze never leaving hers. “Feel good?”
She smiled. “Yes. You take good care of me. Let me make you breakfast after I help you shower.”
He leaned down and kissed the side of her mouth. “You take good care of me too, Legs.”
She warmed at his words then took his hand as he led her to the bathroom. They took a very thorough shower, then she let him go make his calls for work as she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. She wasn’t the best cook in the world, but she could take care of her man’s needs.
All of his needs.
She blushed as she thought about what she and Austin had done the night before. She hadn’t let go like that, trusted another person, since Jason ten years ago. Even then, though, she wasn’t sure she’d fully let go.
If she was honest with herself, she would say that she’d never fully given in to Jason. There had always been that residual resentment between the two of them. He’d never held a job but had one promised to him since birth. She had to scrape every penny together just to go to school so she could have a future that didn’t include waiting tables for the rest of her life.
No matter how much distance Jason had tried to put between them and his parents, they had caused rifts throughout the relationship. He never did cut ties because it simply never occurred to him to do so. She didn’t trust him enough to make it an ultimatum. Now that Sierra truly thought about it, she knew it would have strained their relationship to the point they might not have made it. The idea that they would have brought a child into the middle of that worried her, but she would have shouldered that pain to have her baby back. She must have known something was off between her and Jason all along because she’d never trusted or given in to him as she had with Austin in just one night.
That might scare her, but she would just take it in stride.
She’d had it.
She was finished with running.
She’d been a child with Jason, but she wasn’t with Austin.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she leaned against her man. “Good morning,” she murmured as he kissed up her neck, his beard scraping her delicately.
“Good morning,” he growled into her ear. “Breakfast smells amazing. Omelets?”
She nodded then pulled away so she wouldn’t burn either of them when she finished plating everything. She couldn’t quite think straight when Austin’s arms were around her.
“You have the single coffee maker, so I didn’t start your cup. I did put the little cup in there so all you have to do is press a button.”
He smiled at her and did just that. “Always thinking. So, what’s the plan for today? I know you have to do the books and I have some things I need to do paperwork-wise, but I honestly don’t want to spend the whole day cramped indoors.”
She brought their plates to the breakfast bar then sat down as Austin pulled out her seat. “I was thinking about that. What do you say we work for a couple hours since it’s only six? We woke up early so that will give us until eight or eight thirty to work until we go out.”
Austin took a bite of his omelet and groaned. “This is good, Legs. I’m going to have to keep you around just for these.”
“I live to serve,” she said dryly, then almost choked on her coffee at the heated look he gave her.
“Good to know,” he whispered.
She cleared her throat. “Anyway, at nine or so, I thought, if you were ready, we could go on a ride to Estes Park.”
She looked down at her plate instead of at him so she couldn’t gauge his reaction. The memory of how she’d freaked out at the shop when he’d asked her the first time was not lost on her.
Austin’s big hand went to the back of her neck, and she sucked in a breath before facing him.
“You sure you’re up for that, Legs?”
She nodded. “I think so. I mean we’ll know before we even leave the driveway, right?”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
She smiled at that. No, she didn’t. Not with Austin. He took her as she was, and she wouldn’t trade that for anything. “I know. I have something to prove to myself. Plus, I miss riding, Austin. I used to do it weekly, and now I haven’t been on a bike in a decade. I’m ready.”
He searched her face, for what she didn’t know, but he must have found it. “Okay then. I don’t have that much paperwork to do, so I can get the bike ready for us when you’re finishing up. A ride to Estes Park isn’t that far, but it’s not around the block either.”
“I know. I want to go in big.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “We will, baby. I have an extra helmet that my sisters use when they ride with me, so you’ll be good there. We’ll have to stop off at Maya’s and get you a leather jacket because it might get cold up there on the mountain in some spots.”
Sierra thought of Austin’s sister and the fact that the other woman didn’t seem to like her. “Why Maya?”
Austin winked. “Because she lives the closest, and since I know she’s not home because she’s working at the shop today, we can just go in and take it.”
Sierra held up her hands. “Oh no. I am not going to steal from your sister. A sister who doesn’t like me.”
His eyes widened. “Why would you think that?”
“Uh, because she’s always a little snarky to me.”
“She’s Maya. She lives on snark. It’s like oxygen to her. She likes you. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have let you in the back with me.” He grinned at her. “Not that I think that would have stopped you. You’ve got nerves of steel.”
“If that’s what you think, sure. But why are we stealing her jacket?”
Austin shrugged then started on the dishes. “Because she won’t care. I’ll text her just in case, but she’ll be fine. She’s not wearing it today because Jake is out of town, so she’s not riding.”
“I thought Maya would want her own bike.” She seemed the type of woman who wanted that kind of power between her legs. In fact, in the past, the idea of owning her own bike had crossed Sierra’s mind a time or two. She wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that right then.
“She’d rather daydream without having to deal with steering and all that. I see that look on your face. You want a bike of your own?”
She lowered her eyes then sighed. “I used to. I didn’t know if Jason would have liked it though.”
Austin put a wet hand under her chin. “If you feel like you can handle a bike, then get one. Let’s get through actually seeing if you can ride on the back of mine first. I think you owning your own bike would be fucking sexy, honestly. I’m not that much of a caveman.”
“Sure you aren’t.”
“Me Austin. Me want you.”
Sierra threw her head back and laughed. “Oh my God. Never do that again. Please. I beg of you.”
He rolled his eyes then smacked her on the ass. “Go get some work done while I finish the dishes. I’ll text Maya and see if I can get her jacket. If not, I have two more sisters and a mom who would have one to fit you. The only one of us without a jacket is Alexander’s wife, but seeing how she’s never even been on the back of a bike, there isn’t a problem there.”
Sierra caught his tone and raised a brow as she pulled out her work. “You don’t like her?”
He shook his head. “Can’t stand her. She’s a bitch, and since I try not to call women that name, that should tell you how much she bothers me. She treats Alex like shit and thinks our family is a bunch of inbred losers. Between her and Meghan’s husband, Richard, we Montgomerys haven’t had much luck with spou
ses.”
He left it at that, and she was glad. If he had made a joke about changing that, she might have freaked out. They hadn’t been dating long enough for marriage, but the idea that she could spend forever with Austin didn’t scare her as much now.
They worked side by side for an hour, and surprisingly, Austin’s presence didn’t hurt her concentration. She’d taken her bag with her when they went to his place, so she had her things with her to work on. Since they were both focused, she didn’t have time to worry about being nervous or anything like that. It was just…comfortable.
And nice.
Austin left her alone for a bit to get things ready for their ride. She finished up one set of numbers and felt good enough to call it a day. She packed everything up and then looked down at her clothes. Thankfully, she had on jeans and a tank and had brought boots, so she’d be properly clothed on the bike. Once she had a helmet and jacket, she was all set.
Yet her stomach threatened to revolt.
She could do this.
She wasn’t going to crash.
There wasn’t going to be fire and pain and screams.
She’d ride with Austin and be safe.
Austin would be safe.
He walked in, his boots squeaking on the kitchen tile. “We can back out, Sierra. We don’t have to do this.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m ready. Just having a little pep talk. Do we need to bring anything?”
He gave her a look then held out his hand. She went to him without question, sinking into him. “I have food and water and extra supplies in the saddle bags. It’s not that far of a ride up there, and it’s a tourist area so we can grab lunch and just hang out. We had a tough winter so the river and streams are going to be swollen. It should be a nice view. I have my camera in the bag, too, in case you want to take photos.”
The man thought of everything, and he was doing his best to make the destination worth it, rather than focusing on the ride to get there.
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