Corporate Cowboy

by Bella Masters

  Gage moved to the foot of the bed and watched her pussy as it grew wetter and pulsated.

  “Would you like to come, Emma,” Gage asked in a low, seductive voice.

  “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it.”

  “I would like to come, Sir.”

  “Ask properly please, Emma.”

  “May I please come, Sir?”

  “Yes, but there is only one way you may do so.”

  Gage reached up to each wrist and unhooked it from the thigh restraint. Her arms and legs fell limp against the bed. He tugged at the blindfold and took it off.

  Emma blinked and sat up.

  Gage turned and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. “Make yourself come, Emma. Masturbate for me. Leave the cuffs and tie in place. Spread your legs. And make yourself come.”

  Emma sat up and captured his gaze. She sat there looking at him, put two fingers in her mouth and licked them, and slid her fingers into her pussy. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed. Gage watched her fingers work in and out, circling her clit, pushing one finger inside her ever so slightly, then out again. He watched as she pulled back her pussy from the top, exposing more of her clit and rubbed across the hood. His gaze traveled up to her face as her eyes closed in pleasure, her mouth forming into an orgasmic O.

  “Don’t come yet, Emma,” he breathed. “Not yet. Bring yourself close but not over the edge.”

  He stroked his cock. Waiting. Watching her. Emma was lost in that place between Heaven and Hell, waiting with him.

  He stood up and grabbed the wand, pushing her fingers out of the way. He slid the wand over her clit, now knowing where she liked it. She gasped and clutched at her thighs. Gage held her in place. Her body shook, her squeals went deeper into her throat, and Gage knew she was close. “Come for me, Emma,” he said. “My pussy. Make my pussy come.”

  Emma screamed and threw her body back, her hands moving to her pelvis and squeezing. Gage tossed the wand away and put his mouth on her pussy, lapping at her and swallowing the remainder of her orgasm. She hummed her way back down to earth, grinding her bottom into the bed. “Oh, God, oh God…” she repeated.

  Gage glanced up to her face. She’d never looked more beautiful.

  He turned her over on her tummy and pulled at her hips. Her ass was now in the air. He quickly reattached each wrist to its thigh cuff so that she was restrained again.

  “My turn,” he said. “Hold on, Emma. I’m gonna fuck another orgasm out of you.”

  He plunged his cock into her wet, slick hole. He moaned as she pushed back against him and deepened his thrusts. She bucked and he grabbed her hips, holding her steady and still, while he fucked.

  He slapped her right cheek and said, “Don’t move. Stay just like that.” Then he spanked her again.

  Gage looked down and watched his cock slide deep into her tight hole. He watched her tiny asshole pucker and widen. He dared to slide a thumb closer to her anus, lightly rimming around the edges. Emma shook and wheezed, but she didn’t tell him to stop. He pressed a little harder at her opening and watched her muscles react.

  Emma blew out a rapid succession of breaths and tightened her grip on his dick. Gage threw back his head in agonizing pleasure. “Come. With. Me. Em-ma….”

  He shot hot cum up inside her. He grimaced for a moment and then let pleasure take over. He relished in the feel of her orgasmic convulsions sucking him deeper. He grasped her about the waist and pushed as deep inside her as he could, then after a moment, they rolled together onto their sides, panting.

  “I forgot a condom. I’m sorry. I just got lost in you…”

  “It’s okay,” breathed. “I’m on the pill.”

  “But—”

  “Shh, Gage. It’s okay.”

  He held her then, for the longest time. Finally, Gage said. “Let’s take a nap, and then when it gets dark, I’m carrying you out of here naked and into the house and to my bed. And once we are in the house, you are not wearing clothes all weekend.”

  He was exhausted. The trip had worn him out, coupled with the stress of the week and lack of sleep he’d had for days. All he wanted to do right now with Emma was be with her, side by side, skin to skin.

  “Emma?”

  He leaned up a little and looked down into her face. She was dozing. Her week had been as stressful as his. He smiled and touched the tip of her nose with his index finger. “Mine,” he whispered, and then pulled the comforter up over the two of them.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  I wake and realize I am not in Gage’s bed at the house as he promised, but we are still in the tack room. There are no windows, the room is dark, and I blink looking for a clock. I don’t find one.

  I stir and search the other side of the room.

  Gage increases his hold on me and pulls me back under the covers.

  “Don’t move,” he says into my hair.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “What were you looking for?”

  “Nothing really. The time.”

  “Um. No clocks here. That’s the beauty. It’s timeless inside these walls. No windows, no clocks, it can be dark or light depending on what we need, want. The walls are soundproofed. There’s the washroom and a small kitchenette. The outside world does not exist.”

  I very much like the sound of that and sink back into warmth and the promise of decadent sex to come.

  ****

  Sometime later, I wake with Gage’s stiff cock between my legs as he slowly pushes and pulls between them from behind. His hand is cupping my pussy, his fingers fiddling with my pussy lips. I groan and roll onto my tummy, and Gage moves with me. I squeal a little as he spreads my legs, loving that we have not yet spoken a word to each other.

  Gage pins my hips to the bed and settles between my thighs. His arms on either side of my shoulders support his upper body.

  He begins a lazy but thorough stroking of my vagina with his dick. I clench and tighten my hold on him, and he groans into my hair. “Fuck,” he whispers. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  We take it slow and easy and I’m enjoying the feeling of being totally submissive to him in every way. Whatever he wants, I will give him. Not only because I know it will please him, but it will please me.

  “Um…” He pushes deeper, and I press my tummy into the bed and arch my butt up, pushing against him in rhythm to his thrusts. My pussy craves him, relishes in each push, and I don’t want him to stop.

  But he does, slowing to where he is barely moving. “Stay still,” he whispers. “Let’s give it a few more minutes. I just want to lie here inside of you.”

  I reach for his hand and pull a finger toward my mouth, and suck on it. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  We lie in silence, the room still dark. With Gage’s cock locked inside of me, he pushes one hand down to my pussy and holds me. His other hand is in my mouth, and I gently suck each of his fingers.

  “Emma,” he breathes. “You are my heart. Thank you for coming to me.”

  I pull his fingers out of my mouth and tuck them under my cheek. “Thank you for letting me stay.”

  He chuckles a little, and I feel his cock move inside me. “I don’t think I had a choice,” he says.

  “No you didn’t, cowboy.”

  He burrows into my hair and I tug at his pinky finger and suck some more. “I think I could come with you doing that,” he says. I think I could come with his cock lying still inside me. A few minutes later, I hear his soft snore.

  ****

  Lights flickering above wake me. I roll over and sit up in the bed to see Gage standing across the room, looking through the drawers I organized. “Morning.”

  He turns and smiles. “Come here, Emma.”

  I amble across the floor to where he stands. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Time to pick out more play toys for today. What do you think? You pick three this time and I get to pick one.”

  I arch a brow. “Really?”

  “O
h yes.”

  I lean into him and rest my head on his upper arm. “I want these. And this.” I hand him the thigh and wrist cuffs and this time it is he, who arches his brow.

  “Again?” he asks.

  “I like the black leather and studs.”

  “So it’s a fashion statement?”

  I smile. “A little. They make me feel like a biker chick.”

  Gage laughs out loud. “I can’t argue with that. I do have to say I’m surprised at the nipple clamps.”

  “They intrigue me. If I don’t like them, I will be shouting red.”

  He nods. “Duly noted.”

  “You have one more.”

  I know that I do. I bypass the second drawer and reach down to the bottom one and pick up a flogger. “This.”

  I look up into his eyes.

  “No, Emma.”

  I frown. “Why not? That is what I choose.”

  He shakes his head. “No. I’ll not use that on you.”

  Stepping back, I stare hard at him. “Gage Parker, I know I’m totally being unsub-like right now, but you’ll have to get over it. You gave me a choice, and I’d like to try this.”

  He eyed me. “This was on the list of things that were open to discussion.”

  “Then I’m opening discussion. I would like to try these. Please, Sir?”

  Gage’s lip twitched. “I might be able to work it in.”

  He laid it aside and turned his attention to another drawer. I have a feeling this is not the end of this discussion, and that he has no intention of using it.

  “I choose this,” he says, holding up a small, glass dildo with ridges, “and I would like to try a little anal play with you, if you would give me permission.”

  Ah. Here we go. “I agree, but only if you agree to use the flogger, at least a little.”

  I see the oh shit look race across his face. He glances to the dildo and hands it to me. “All right. Take all of these items over to the bed, Emma. Then we’re going to take a shower together.”

  I gather the toys, anticipating our next round of play.

  ****

  I sit in the center of the bed in the position Gage has instructed while waiting for him. He is finishing up in the washroom. I have already showered and dried my hair and prepared myself for this afternoon.

  I think it is afternoon. I am not certain.

  I stare at the floor as Gage approaches, watching his shadow move across the room. I hear his footsteps on the hard plank floor and with every movement he makes, my body comes alive, awaiting whatever pleasure is in store for me.

  Gage approaches and inspects the toys I have laid out on a table beside the bed. Without words, he moves to me and moves my hair back over my shoulders, then lifts my chin a bit. He grasps one nipple and squeezes. My breath catches. He tugs and plays it for a moment and then attaches a silver metal clamp behind my nipple.

  I gasp a little and then settle into the sting. He moves to my right breasts and does the same. Pulling and tugging until my nipple is erect and hard. The second clamp is in place. A silver chain connects to the two clamps. Gage slowly lets the chain go and the weight of the chain drags my nipples down.

  It’s painful but in a good way. I exhale, the pinch thrilling and a lot sexy. I am not making eye contact with him, but rather staring at his cock, which is brilliantly hard and ready for me.

  Gage tugs on the chain, which I like. “Are these okay, Emma?”

  I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. I will be back with you in a few minutes.”

  I wait and listen. Gage fiddles with some things on the wall, and then after a few minutes, comes back to me.

  “Stand please.”

  He helps me to my feet. “Time for biker chick cuffs,” he says. “You can look at me, Emma.”

  I do and he is smiling. I smile back.

  While he fits the cuffs around my wrists, he talks to me. “I like you in your biker chick attire. Turns me on. But it will be even better when you’re shackled to that wall over there. But first…” He takes the clips off my nipples.

  “Ow!”

  He nods. “Yes, we don’t want to leave them on too long. Let’s save that for later. You’ve now had a little taste.”

  I want to rub my nipples, but he turns me around and smacks my ass. “Over here, Emma.”

  He leads me to the saddle bench. “Bend over this, please.” I lean my tummy on the saddle. “You can put your knees here, Emma.”

  “That’s better.”

  “Yes. Just kneel and lie over the saddle, let your arms hang.” He rounds the bench to the other side and shackles each of my wrists to an eyehook on a wooden leg. “There now, how is that?”

  “You say that like you’ve just given me a sucker and I know the shot is still coming.”

  Gage laughs again as he moves behind me. “I have some lube here. It will be cold.”

  “Oh… Wow.” Yes, it was cold.

  He starts at my pussy, slowly pushing a finger in and out. I love the way he fingers me, like he’s sampling a honey pot. I love that I’m hooked over this thing, vulnerable and restrained, and can’t move much—and that I trust him with whatever it is he is going to do to me. He spreads the lube over my ass and then drizzles it down my crack. The cold makes me jump a little but also arouses me. Then something even colder, harder—the dildo?—touches me. It was glass with ridges, shorter than most I’ve seen. He drags it between my inner lips and then up the tender area between my vagina and anus.

  He plays back and forth for a little while, heightening my senses there. Then he stops.

  “Anal play can be very pleasurable if it’s done the right way. I know you’ve not had this experience so we are taking it slow, and I will do very little today. More to come later. Please tell me anytime you would like for me to stop.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I feel his fingertip slowly massaging that forbidden area. I am surprised I find it so erotic, so sexy. Pleasurable.

  “I am glad I can give this to you,” I whisper.

  Gage’s breath catches. “It is my pleasure.”

  For several minutes, he massages in a circular motion and then slowly slips the tip of his finger inside of me and holds it there. “You are tight,” he whispers. “I’m going to stay right here for a few seconds or more until your muscles relax. Breathe, Emma.” I exhale slowly through my mouth, and he applies a little more pressure. It hurts, a little, but not enough for me to call red.

  I blow out another breath. Gage pulls his finger back slowly, then takes the cold, glass dildo and just rubs it around the edges of my anus. The cold hardness provides a complete different sensation.

  “Once you are more familiar, we’ll try out this toy. I think you might like it.”

  “I like the cold,” I tell him.

  “Um, that is good to know, Emma. There are lots of things we can do with cold objects.”

  “Ice?” I’m thinking of my nipples again.

  “Oh yes.”

  I think talking has relaxed me a bit. Gage pushes his finger into me again, slowly stretching, and I feel a release of the muscle there. “Oh. Wow.”

  He slowly pushes in and out. “I felt your muscles relax. Good. Shall we continue for a little while longer?”

  “Green.”

  Gage takes his time. While his finger probes a little deeper, he pushes his thumb into my vagina, and then—

  “Oh my God, Gage. That…feels…incredible.” It’s like he’s pinching me, holding me between his thumb and finger.

  “You like that?”

  “I do.”

  “Um…” Slowly, he pulls his fingers out. “That’s enough for today, Emma.”

  Then he surprises me by sliding his cock up inside of me, instead. “Oh!”

  “Can’t let a good, wet pussy go to waste, can we? Just for a minute….”

  He pumps me, stroking in and out, scratching at my G-spot and I shiver. “I like your ass up in the air, Emma.”

  Pr
essure builds within. The angle he is entering me is different. I pull against the shackles on my wrists. Gage puts his hands on either cheek of my ass and spreads me apart farther.

  And he pushes deeper.

  “Gage!” The orgasm zips up through me, taking me by surprise. I scream, not realizing having an orgasm while being bent over the bench would be a whole different kind of feeling.

  He repeatedly slaps against me with his body, rattling my orgasm and lengthening it out.

  “Goddamn, Emma… Shit.” Then with one last thrust, he stills, and cries out, almost a primal howl.

  For the longest moment, it seems, we stay frozen like that, then Gage relaxes and runs his hands over my back and my ass.

  “Shit, Emma, are you all right?”

  “I’m good, but I need to move soon.”

  “Of course.” He pulls out. Reaching over the bench, he unhooks both wrists and pulls me up to a standing position. He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my earlobe. “I’m sorry. I meant to take things slowly today, Emma, try new things and enjoy ourselves. I didn’t mean to take you roughly. I don’t want to mess this up between us.”

  I clasp his arms and nuzzle next to his face. “Gage, I am fine.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  He leads me to the wall where the cross once stood, and I notice a couple of eyehooks there. Gage has me face the wall, and connects each of my wrist cuffs to the hook. “Until I get the cross fixed, this will have to do,” he says. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him pick up a flogger off the nightstand. I’m a little excited we’re going to try this.

  “Oh, one more thing,” he says, and blindfolds me again. He pulls the tie snug around my head. “Okay?”

  I nod.

  “Just like with the anal play, we’re going to take this slow.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I hear him take a deep breath and sigh. He moves up close behind me and rubs the flogger, I think, over my ass. He follows with the palms of his hands, smoothing them over my cheeks. He exhales hard, and I feel the heat of his breath on my back.

  With a very light hand, he pulls the flogger across my shoulders and I shiver. At first right to left, then left to right. And again. The leather is soft, but I don’t doubt the sting it could give when applied in a specific way.