The Gardener

by Dakota Trace

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  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design: Selena Kitt

  The Gardener © 2009 Dakota Trace

  eXcessica publishing

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  The Gardener

  By Dakota Trace

  Standing in the doorway, Alexa watched the sweat drip down the gardener's chest. The tall, muscular man had stopped beside the mower and wiped his brow off with a well-tanned arm. It was the day before Independence Day and the temperatures were well into the nineties. She’d been observing him all afternoon. An illicit thrill raced through her at the thought of what punishment she was courting.

  Since the first time he’d caught her staring at him half dressed, he’d taken it as a challenge. A sexual challenge he’s more than willing to meet. Standing in front of the sliding glass doors over looking her back yard in a pair of barely there underwear and cropped t-shirt in clear view of him, was sure to bring out his dominant tendencies. I’d never be aggressive enough to approach a man of his confidence. Lucky me, I stumbled upon a sure thing to get his attention. It’s hard to believe he’s attracted to me when he could have his choice of hard bodied co-eds, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ll take what I can get for as long as I can.

  * * * *

  Caleb shut the mower off. His work was finally finished. He’d been aware of Alexa’s presence since she’d appeared in front of the glass doors. For reasons unbeknownst to him, the idea of her watching him and devouring him with those soft grey eyes was an aphrodisiac. She knows what’s going to happen if I catch her too. She was warned. The memory of it teased his already over stimulated nerves. She’d been lying outside in a lounger with her laptop, catching a few rays while she pounded away at the keyboard. Every so often she’d look up to watch him making the circuit around her huge backyard. It’d distracted him to the point, when he’d come back around, he’d let the mower die and stood over her with his hands on his hips.

  “You know, sitting there devouring me with those eyes, is a sure way to get yourself into trouble, ma’am, especially dressed like that.” She’d blushed before closing her laptop and disappearing inside.

  For a few weeks afterwards, he saw her, but she was always completely clothed, until a month later when he arrived to find her wrapped in a terry towel bathrobe with a towel on her head. Before he was aware of what he was doing, he’d pulled the sash out of the robe and had her hands tied together after peeling it off her lush body.

  His cock surged behind the zipper of his jeans at the memory of their first time together. She’s everything I want in a woman. Gentle and caring, but a complete submissive. Pushing the mower back to his truck he rolled it onto the trailer and secured it with ease. Patting his pockets to make sure he had his keys and the slender collar he‘d picked out, he headed back up the walk to the house.

  He hoped she’d accept it because he hadn’t been able to think of a better birthday present for her. I’m ready to make our relationship permanent. Walking in the front door like he owned it, he flipped the lock on it with a smile. Alexa turned from sliding glass doors and immediately knelt down, her head lowered.

  “Upstairs.” Scrambling to her feet, she obeyed.

  * * * *

  Alexa gasped as she was pushed down onto her bed. Caleb had stripped off his shorts and pressed his naked body against hers. Pinning her hands above her head, he pressed open mouthed kisses against her quivering flesh. When he picked up the restraints he’d installed shortly after they became intimate, she offered him her hands. Anticipation flowed through her veins. She hid a smile as he tethered first one wrist and then the other. She loved the intense look he always got on his face when he tied her up.

  “Not too tight?“

  She pulled experimentally on her restraints. “No, sir. “ Even to her own ears, her voice sounded breathless.

  Every time, he tied her up, she gave complete control of her pleasure to him. Satisfying her until she was a puddle under him was a talent he had. She tried not to dwell on where he’d acquired the knowledge. Even being at least ten years her junior, he had more sexual confidence than her dead husband had.

  After securing her legs, she watched as he stepped back from the bed to simply admire his handiwork. Spread eagle across the silk counterpane of her bed, she was sure she made the tempting image. Stifling a protest as he turned away, she tried to calm herself. She’d learned the hard way he would come to her when he was ready. No amount of begging would sway him.

  Her eyes widened when she saw the tray of ice cubes in his hand. Setting it on the stand next to the bed for easy access, he leaned down and kissed her before pulling back.

  "Damn, it was hot out today, almost as hot as you look. I think you need something to cool down you down." Pulling one of the ice cubes out of the tray he stuck inside his mouth before taking it out and running it across the soft flesh of her stomach. A moan escaped her at the icy touch of it. She held her breath when he traced up her ribcage. Is he going to rub that on my nipples?

  When he stopped just short of her breasts, she wondered why he was waiting, until he leaned down and ran his tongue over one and then other. A shriek filled the room as he followed his tongue with the ice. The sharp contrast of heat and cold was enough to make her jerk against her restraints. Ah, he’s going to drive me crazy with that ice cube!

  "Are you still hot?" When she nodded, he grinned devilishly. "I'll have to work on that." Placing a soft kiss on her navel, he explored it briefly before he slid farther down the bed. When his head was level with her spread legs, he settled comfortably on his elbows.

  Alexa gasped when she felt the coolness of the ice followed by the hot flame of his tongue. When he ran it up her inner thigh, she held her breath. She exhaled sharply when he nipped the tender skin between her thigh and pussy. Shaking with desire, she couldn’t believe how easily he pushed her to the edge. Every time she let him tie her up, she knew he would make her come so hard with his inventiveness.

  "Patience, Alexa.”

  "Please..." Tugging on her bonds she tried to keep from begging. Begging doesn’t do any good. He’ll let me come when he’s ready.

  "Soon." His promise was whispered against her most sensitive flesh. One hand reached up to pinch at her hard nipples while the other ran the melting ice cube over her bare folds. Pleasure shot down to her inner thighs. When she finally started to plead with him, he lifted his head.

  "Please, Caleb, Sir. I'll do anything."

  "Anything?" He gave the crease of her leg a slow lick.

  "Yes."

  "I'll hold you to it," was the only warning he gave before he buried his tongue inside her folds.

  "Ahh!" She couldn’t stop the cry from escaping her. Her thighs trembled against the sides of his face as he captured her clit between his lips. Shock tore through her when he pressed the ice inside her sheath. “Oh my god, Sir!”

  At her cry, he pulled his m
outh away. Lifting her head off the pillow at his abandonment, she saw him studying her intensely as if he was waiting for something. What does he want from me? I’ll do anything to please him.

  "What?”

  “We’ll talk about it later because right now I want you to come for me.” Accenting his words, he slid three calloused fingers inside her. Lowering his head, he spread her open and fluttered the end of his tongue against her clit. A harsh groan was pulled from her as her climax surged back to the surface. This is why I loved being tied up! He can control my body and make it sing. Oh god, I’m going to come! A wail built up in her throat as pleasure washed over her. Trembling against her restraints, she panted as it eased.

  "Good girl. You always come so hard for me when I restrain you. I can tease you and play with your body to my content." Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled two more ice cubes from the tray. Anticipation filled her when he parted her folds with his free hand and he inserted both of them inside her.

  “Oh god! If that doesn't cool me down, nothing will."

  “We’ll see how cool you feel in a few minutes.”

  "What are you going to do?" She knew he might not answer, but she couldn’t help but ask. Instead of responding, he pulled her open, exposed her clit and attacked it. She screamed, as her already sensitive clit throbbed with another orgasm.

  * * * *

  Satisfaction filled Caleb as he listened to the excited moans and whimpers escaping her. She’s so damn responsive. I could listen to her cries for days. Pressing his aching cock against the satin bedding under him, he savored the feel of the coolness while he licked the bittersweet cream off her waxed folds.

  “You taste so good. Now I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. Would you like that, Alexa?”

  “Oh yes, Sir!” Her voice was raspy.

  “Enough to do anything I say, right?” He slipped one finger inside her again, only to pull it free and tease her rosebud.

  “Oh god!”

  “Relax for me.”

  He almost smiled as he felt her trying to relax her ass for him. His finger slid a bit further inside her before he stopped, giving her time to adjust. She’s expressed her desire to try this, but was afraid of the pain. I want to show her how good the pain can be.

  She cried out as he slid two fingers inside her pussy before forcing his finger farther up her ass.

  “Feel how good it hurts?”

  “Oh, yes.” Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and pain.

  Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled the supple anal plug he’d bought her the last time he’d visited out of the bedside table drawer.

  “Have you been using this like I asked?”

  Silence met his question. He lifted his gaze to lock on hers. Seeing how far gone she was, he understood her silence. She’s so aroused it’s hard for her to focus.

  “Alexa, I asked you a question.”

  Her eyes focused on him finally. “It burns…but yes, I’ve been using it.”

  “A good burn? One that makes you wet?” She nodded. “Good then this will make you even wetter.” After teasing her pussy with it, he slid it inside her ass.

  “Oh, it burns so good!”

  Loving her response, he crawled to his knees. Lifting her ass with his hands, he positioned himself between her thighs. She moaned as the movement jarred the plug in her ass.

  “You’re going to moan a helluva lot louder before I’m done.” Flexing his hips he slid inside her hard and fast.

  “Sir!”

  "Christ, you're so hot and so god damn wet." Thrusting he watched the pleasure and pain fill her expression. From the feel of her hot wetness around him, he could tell she was close to coming again. “Do you want to come again, Alexa?"

  "Oh, please, Sir. I want to come again if it pleases you.”

  "Of course it would please me.” Leaning down he bit her nipples just hard enough to send her soaring again.

  "Jesus Christ, Almighty, Sir!" Her scream pleased him. Waiting for her calm, he savored the tightness of her cunt.

  Finally he spoke. "Are you ready for more?"

  "More? I don’t think I can…”

  "I think you can.” Resuming the hard pace he’d begun, the only thing she could do is writhe against her restraints as he forced her flesh to respond once again. His eyes flared with pleasure. "Yes, you certainly can.” Once he was certain she was aroused again, he stopped.

  "Why did you stop, Sir?" Her gaze was uncertain.

  "Because I can. Now stay absolutely still. No moving. If you move I’ll stop. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathless.

  "That’s right because my slave does everything I ask her.”

  She moaned, but held still as he started thrusting once more. “Yes, Sir.”

  She’s doing very well but I don’t think she’ll be still for long. I don’t think she’ll have the patience for it, but I’ll be more than happy to teach her.

  He noted she lasted a bit longer than he thought before, on the seventh stroke, her hips left the bed to meet his. Immediately he stopped. Crying out, she fell back to the bed to lie still once more.

  “That’s a good little slave. Lay still, I want you to feel everything; the fullness in your ass, the burning of the plug, how tight you are around me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He savored the flush climbing up her chest. She’s very close to coming again. It will take finesse to keep from pushing her over.

  Keeping his thrusts shallow, he allowed her need to build without peaking. Every moan and gasp was like music to his ears. When he thought she was ready, he picked up speed and depth, only to stop as she began to instinctively move with him once more. As before, she realized what she’d done and forced her hips back down to the bed.

  “Please, Sir. I need to come.”

  “You do? What do you say?"

  “Please Sir, I need to come,” she repeated.

  “No, those are not the words I want to hear tonight, Slave.” He began to thrust slowly once more.

  “Sir, I don’t understand?” she begged, not understanding what he wanted and needed.

  “If I give you the words I want, will you say them?”

  She nodded her head.

  “But you have to mean them, Alexa. Once you say them I won’t allow you to take them back. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please give me the words.” Need and desire shone in her eyes.

  “Please Master, let your slave come.”

  “Please Master, let your slave come.” She said the words without a pause, not realizing how badly he’d been wanting to hear them cross her lips. The need to claim her rushed through him.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move!"

  “Please Master, fuck your slave! Make her come!”

  Digging under her pillow, he pulled out the vibrator he knew she kept there at his request. Switching it on, he thrust it between their bodies and placed it on her clit.

  She arched against him. “No, it’s too much, Master!”

  “No, it’s going to be just enough, Slave, to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

  She bucked against it, trying to dislodge it from her sensitive clit.

  “Go ahead and try to fight it but I’ll win.” Using his dominant position over her he pinned her hips against the bed.

  “Please, Master, it’s too much! I’m going to come too hard.”

  "Never too hard, slave. Just hard enough.” Pressing it harder against her clit, he turned the power up to high and started thrusting faster. “Now come, Slave. Come for your Master.”

  "Master!” Her scream filled the room as she came for him. He closed his eyes as he felt the rhythmic squeeze and release of her pussy. So good, and she’s mine.

  "Yes, slave, remember who gave you this pleasure."

  She opened her eyes and tried to focus on him. The shocked pleasure in them gave him a thrill of satisfaction before he went over the edge himself. His cock started t
o shoot rope after scalding rope of come into her thrashing body.

  "Master!" she screamed as his orgasm obviously pushed her over the edge once more. When the last tremor of pleasure left him, he sank down over her with a sigh of pleasure, loving the feel of her softness against him.

  * * * *

  Alexa lay happily under Caleb as she tried to catch her breath. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. After experiencing his domination, nothing else can compare. I only hope he doesn’t tire of me.

  "You did well, slave." Lifting his head from her chest, he brushed his thumb over her lips.

  "Thank you, Sir.” She blushed.

  “I’m not Sir, anymore, Alexa.”

  A moment of uncertainty filled her when he rolled off her and grabbed his shorts off the floor. She tried to see what he was doing.

  “From now on, it’s Master. No more Sir. Do you understand?” He showed her the slender collar in his hand.

  Is that what I think it is? He once spoke of a collar being a permanent bond between a submissive and her Dom.

  “Is that for me, Master?”

  “It is, if you’re committed to it and wish to serve me.”

  Staring at the collar with longing, she wrestled with her own fear. If he wasn’t confident in his desire for me despite our age difference, we wouldn’t be here. This is something I want regardless of how it may or may not turn out.

  “Then it would please this slave to serve you, if you desire.”

  Staring into his eyes, she saw the pleasure she given him with her answer and knew she had pleased him. The answering emotion inside her reassured her she’d made the correct decision and their age difference would never be an issue. They belonged together.

  He knelt next to the bed and stroked her cheek before lifting her hair. Still bound, she shivered with pleasure at his touch.

  “Lift your head for me, slave.”

  She obeyed and felt the brush of the leather across the nape of her neck before he fastened it snugly around her slender throat. The rasp of the leather and the reality of what she’d committed to brought her pleasure.