Rodeo Heat

by Desiree Holt

  He stroked another strawberry across first one nipple then the other, the sensation feathery and exotic. The wet heat of his mouth as he licked every drop of the chocolate confection sent lightning bolts stabbing through her directly to her pussy. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to compress the increased fluttering in the walls of her vagina, but his body between her legs kept them wide apart.

  Ben took his time, sharing the berries with her before painting the chocolate on the hard tips of her breasts. He was right about the helplessness, except this time it felt different. As if by submitting to him she was actually the one in control.

  Whoa! What’s this all about?

  But before she could try to figure out what that meant, Ben was trailing a strawberry down between the valley of her breasts. He paused to upend it at her navel, rubbing the chocolate into the little indentation then down to the top of her slit. Pressing the tip of the fruit against her clit, he twirled it just enough to send sensations sizzling through her.

  He traced the swirl of her bellybutton with his tongue before closing his lips over it and sucking the remainder of the chocolate into his mouth. Humming with satisfaction, he moved his mouth lower and lower.

  “Want to try something a little different, darlin’?” His eyes were heavy-lidded, his voice thick.

  “I… You…” She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Like what, exactly?”

  He studied every inch of her face. “We’ve never talked about this.” His chuckle was deprecating. “Why would we? This isn’t supposed to go anywhere, right? But for the time it lasts, we can make it something special.”

  She was completely confused. “I don’t understand.”

  “In all your secret reading, sugar, was any of it about D/s relationships? BDSM?”

  Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Oh, yes, she knew all about that. Fantasized about playing the submissive role, her cheeks stained with embarrassment at how wet it made her. How stimulated she became.

  How she secretly wished for someone to do those things to her!

  She had taken one step forward and two steps backward in this budding relationship with Ben Lowell. Fear and anxiety had trapped her behind the shimmering wall of her desire. Was she ready to take an even bigger step now?

  She swallowed hard. “Yes. I have.” She felt the blush creep up her cheeks.

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about, darlin’.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It can be the most wonderful relationship in the world. Are you game to give it a try? Maybe little baby steps?” He kissed both cheeks. “See what it’s like to give up control but at the same time realizing you have it more than ever?”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Grace, in a healthy D/s relationship, the Dom’s pleasure comes from whatever pleasure the sub gives to him freely. It’s built on trust. I’m not suggesting we go the whole nine yards, although I’m convinced with you it would be incredible. But let’s just play at it a little, okay? Want to test it out?”

  She nodded wordlessly.

  He was off the bed in a flash, pulling open the nightstand drawer again and removing three long silk scarves.

  “Remember how good it was with the blindfold?” he asked, folding the gossamer material into a wide band.

  Grace nodded, watching him.

  “We’re going to do this again, okay?” He waited for her to nod. “So you can feel absolutely everything. I mean everything, Grace, darlin’.”

  As soon as the silk was placed across her eyes, she felt herself wrapped in an erotic cocoon. Every nerve ending in her body went on high alert. Her pussy wept, fluttered, demanded attention. The sound of the music was sharper and Ben humming along with it in a low baritone sent vibrations shuddering through her body.

  A threaded knot of tension curled up in her stomach as Ben slipped one of the other scarves beneath her knees, looping the fabric around each of them, lifting them and pulling them wide so he could fasten the long ends to the headboard. Now, her entire pussy was exposed for whatever he wanted to do with it. He carefully massaged the muscles of her thighs, hips and calves, slow, patient strokes, testing the muscles for too much strain.

  “I want you to enjoy this,” he told her. “We never got around to choosing a safe word for you the other night, you know. We need to do it now.”

  “S-Safe word?” Suddenly she was having second thoughts. Why should she need to be safe from Ben?

  He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her strawberry-tasting lips. “I don’t want you ever to be uncomfortable for one minute. This isn’t about unrelenting pain. It’s about just enough pain to cause unbearable pleasure. About as much variety as we want. So. Any time you want to stop, any time you’re uncomfortable, you use that word and everything comes to a halt. Got it?”

  She nodded. “Rodeo.”

  “Rodeo?” He huffed a chuckle. “Okay, rodeo it is. Just keep it in the back of your mind.” He adjusted her legs and her arms. “Are you okay now?”

  “Yes, but I’d be better if you touched me.”

  Another chuckle. “Touched you where, darlin’? Next rule is you always have to tell me where you want my mouth, my tongue, my hands.” He paused. “My cock.”

  She felt heat creep up her cheeks. That damn blush again. “I want you to touch…my…pussy.”

  There. She’d said it. Told him what she wanted from him. Needed. Somehow, this seemed even bolder than when he’d caught her that first night masturbating and ridden his hands over hers. She waited and, when nothing happened, she hitched her hips at him, silently urging him to movement.

  “Easy,” he said, “I’m building a fruit salad here. I like this container better than the one the hotel sent up.”

  He used his broad, blunt fingers to lightly open the lips of her pussy and she felt a small pressure as he pushed something inside her.

  A strawberry!

  The hot walls of her pussy softened the strawberry at its head, allowing the rest of the luscious fruit to move smoothly inside her. He stroked the extended lips of her vulva then widened her again as a second strawberry followed the first. She wriggled a little, wondering just how many she could take inside, before she remembered how long and thick Ben’s cock was and relaxed into the unusual stimulation.

  “All right now, darlin’. I am going to have myself a real feast. You just lie back and enjoy it.”

  As if I could do anything else!

  Pressing his palms against the insides of her thighs, he widened them even more, then brushed his lips that felt so much like rough silk over the almost nude lips of her cunt, outlining their velvety folds with his tongue before thrusting the tip of it inside her soaked channel. Then he sucked out the plump, juicy berry. The little tiny pebbles on the skin of the fruit were like magic fingers dragging along her tender inner flesh, each one sending an electric shock to her core. The pulse in her womb strengthened, beating its sensual message to the rest of her body.

  Restrained as she was and blindfolded so her other senses were heightened, she felt each little movement with great intensity, the muscles of her pussy clutching at the berry as Ben dragged it out with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. He pressed his lips against her opening as he chewed and swallowed, humming in pleasure, then licked her opening of her pussy with the tip of his tongue before reaching it inside her and pulling the next piece of fruit toward him.

  By the time each berry had been sucked out, its juice squirting into her heated cunt, the tiny nubs on it lighting licks of flame along the lining of her vagina, Grace was a shuddering mass of need. Ben was a master at what he was doing, using just the right amount of suction. And all the while he danced his warm finger on her swollen clit, drawing out and building up her need. The bass guitar and the sax on the CD provided a counterpoint that floated on the air.

  When the last bit of strawberry had been sucked into his mouth, the juice running down to the crack of her ass, her clit aching from the magic touch of his
finger, Ben slipped his stiffened tongue deep into her pussy and brought her to a roaring climax that thundered through her entire body.

  Grace felt as if she’d fallen into a sensual whirlpool that kept spinning her around, every tiny muscle and nerve in her body sparking out of control, shivers racing through her as Ben manipulated her clit and her cunt, keeping her hovering at the peak, never letting her down from the grip of the roaring climax that gripped her tightly. At last he withdrew his tongue and languidly lapped her labia and the hot flesh surrounding her clit, his busy fingers slowing their vigorous movements until the last of the shudders and aftershocks had finally faded away.

  Chapter Nine

  Ben pulled himself farther up on Grace’s body, trailing soft kisses along her abdomen. He moved on to the valley of her breasts, pausing at the soft hollow of her throat where her pulse still beat erratically, and finally touching his lips to hers.

  “Taste yourself.” His voice was husky, low. “Taste how your juices mingle with the strawberry. You’re delicious, Grace. A meal fit for royalty. And I’m the lucky guy who gets to enjoy this.”

  She licked his lips with her tongue, enjoying the combined flavors of sweet and tart which were unbelievably arousing her spent body again.

  “I can’t,” she whispered, wishing she could squeeze her thighs together. “Not again. Not so soon.”

  He just laughed softly, a possessive sound.

  Even when Ben untied the scarves around her knees and stretched her legs out, he kept himself positioned between them, her wet pussy pressed against his chest where the soft pelt covering the hard wall of his chest tickled the sensitive skin.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked in a low voice as his hands massaged her thighs.

  Grace shook her head, her limbs still weak, the silk still covering her eyes, every feeling and sensation intensified. “No,” she answered and let out a slow breath. “I trust you not to hurt me, Ben. Except in pleasure.”

  His hands tightened on her reflexively and he pressed a kiss at the hollow of her throat. “That’s the only kind of pain you should ever have. The sweet edge of it, the kind that makes you hot and aroused. That’s what I want to give you, Gracie. All I want is to teach you how to enjoy your body and the things I can make it feel.”

  “Y-You do.” She was still trembling slightly and her words came out unsteadily. “You have no idea how much you do.”

  He slipped the blindfold from her eyes and kissed each of the lids then lifted her so she was against the pillows. He took a champagne flute from the nightstand and held it to her lips.

  “Drink, darlin’. You deserve nothing but champagne.”

  She sipped at the liquid, which was still cold, the bite of it cool as it slid down her throat. “Um,” she said, licking her lips.

  “Taste good?”She nodded.“I’m going to free your hands from the headboard, Grace, but then tie them behind your back. If that’s not okay, tell me now. Remember, you always have your safe word.”

  “I-It’s fine.” She licked her lips again. “What do you want me to do?”

  He brushed his mouth against hers. “I want you to use these sweet lips on me, Gracie. I want you to be my willing submissive and learn how to give me as much pleasure as I give you.” He kissed her again. “I promise you’ll enjoy it. Remember how we did it the other night?”

  Heat flashed through her body. “Yes.” I loved it. I never thought I would.

  “Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to make it even better.”

  He released the restraints around her wrists, lifted her from the bed and placed her on the floor in front of him. Then he handcuffed her hands behind her. Grace stared at him, studying his face, pulse pounding as she waited for his next move.

  “Kneel,” he commanded in a thick, heavy voice. “Right in front of me.”

  She had to work to keep her balance without the use of her hands, but she dropped not too awkwardly to her knees on the carpet. His swollen cock was barely an inch from her face. Ben lifted the champagne flute and held it to her lips again.

  “Sip slowly, darlin’. Savor it, the way I do the taste of your sweet, sweet pussy.”

  Grace’s head was spinning as the cool, effervescent liquid trickled down her throat.

  The music changed again, something smooth and erotic, a counterpoint to the beating of her heart and the racing of her pulse.

  Ben cupped one hand under her jaw, using the other to guide his swollen cock to her mouth. He wrapped his fingers around the rigid shaft and brushed it back and forth against her lips.

  “Open your mouth, darlin’,” he crooned. “Let me feel those velvet lips on my skin.”

  Having her hands tied behind her, unable to touch him, only able to do as he ordered, was so arousing it was unbelievable. In the beginning of this…whatever it was…Ben had come at her like a rutting bull and her long-dormant sexual needs had responded with the explosion of fireworks. But tonight he was tantalizing her, teasing her, tempting her, drawing her along a voluptuous sensory path unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had never felt so worshiped. So cherished.

  So alive!

  She was excited, nervous, anxious—but definitely ready to try anything Ben had in mind. Whatever this man wanted, she would do it without hesitation.

  “Shake your shoulders, so I can see your breasts move,” he ordered in a thick voice.

  Grace did as he asked, her breasts wobbling as she clamped her lips tight around Ben’s cock to hold it in place.

  “God, your breasts are so gorgeous,” he breathed. He slipped his hand from her chin to cup one of the swaying mounds before capturing a nipple and pinching it. “Gorgeous,” he said again. “Spread your knees wider.”

  Grace did as he asked, at the same time sucking Ben’s cock more deeply into her mouth.

  “Easy,” he whispered. “A little at a time. Let me feel the wetness of your mouth and the slickness of your tongue. Lick me, Grace.”

  She struggled to comply, working her tongue around the thick shaft that nearly filled her mouth but still managing to taste the velvety underside, the feel of it so sensuous. As Ben increased the pressure on her nipple, he worked his cock farther and farther into her mouth. She moaned as the smooth head hit the back of her throat and she felt a tiny drop of semen on the back of her tongue.

  “Breathe, sugar,” he instructed her. “Breathe so you don’t choke. This is a lot for your little mouth to take. We found that out the other night, didn’t we?”

  She tried to nod her head, but her mouth was too full of Ben.

  He slid in and out, pushing just a little farther each time, still tormenting her nipple. The dual sensations sent fire streaking through her straight to her womb, her pussy flooding with her juices.

  Grace moved her head faster and faster, feeling the pulsing of Ben’s cock and the new droplets of semen that fell on her tongue. Without warning, he pulled back, gave one last tug on her nipple and lifted her to the bed again, placing her on her knees.

  “W-What’s wrong?” she stammered. “What did I do?”

  “Nothing, sugar.” He was breathing heavily as he leaned over her. “I was about ready to come in that sweet mouth of yours, but I’d rather come in your ass instead. That lovely, sweet, oh-so-tight ass. That hot place that no one’s ever penetrated before. They haven’t, have they, Gracie?”

  She shook her head, a dark thrill running through her. “No. No one.”

  “I am so ready to fuck you, Grace.” He ran his fingers through her slit which she knew had to be dripping. “Oh, yeah. Soaked. You love this, don’t you? Every bit of it.”

  She couldn’t speak, only dip her head once.

  “I’m going to truly make you mine tonight. Mine. You understand?”

  Conflicting emotions gripped her. His? Was she ready to belong to someone again? Wait. This is only short-term, though, right? He was confusing her, but she wanted his cock, his mouth, more than anything, so she nodded her agreement.


  “Let’s see what we have here,” he growled in a low voice. He pressed his hardened cock into her, and smoothed a hand over the bare skin of her ass.

  God, she is every man’s wet dream, Ben thought, caressing the cheeks of her ass. Somehow he’d managed to press her On switch, and he had no intention of turning it off. There was so much he wanted to teach her about the D/s lifestyle, not just the sex, but the trust and give and take of the relationship. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way about a woman. For the first time, he began to think about something beyond the next town, the next rodeo, the next woman. He just hoped tomorrow Grace wouldn’t run again in fear or anxiety, scared to find out what life could hold for both of them. Especially given his own suddenly confused feelings.

  He delved into her pussy again, her copious fluids coating them. She was so responsive. Separating the globes of her buttocks with the fingers of one hand, he used the other to paint her anus with her fluids, pressing just the tip of his finger into her opening. She clenched the cheeks of her ass and, without thinking, he lifted his hand and brought it down in a sharp slap.

  Grace jerked on his lap and he pressed her in place.

  “Go with it, Gracie. Let me spank this pretty little ass of yours.” He brought his hand down again. “There. Tell me that doesn’t make you get even wetter. Hotter.” Another slap. “Tell me, Gracie.”

  “Y-Yes, it does.”

  “Tell me you like it,” he ordered.

  “I like it.” Her breath came in uneven spurts. “I like it.”

  “Tell me you love it.” Slap, slap. “Beg me to spank you more.”

  “I-I love it. Oh, God.” She bit back a sob. “S-Spank me more.”