by Jenny Penn
It took all of Alex’s self-control to remain there in the doorway as he watched her pet herself, driving the flush pinkening her skin to a rosy hue that had her gasping and straining toward a release that Alex could feel echoing in the clench of his own muscles. She was that beautiful, that alluring, and that mischievous.
The damn woman knew he was watching, knew what kind of effect her little show was having on him. Still, she dared to taunt him with a sensual stretch as her sticky fingers slid back over her tummy, leaving a trail that his mouth watered to follow as she curled her hands over her breasts, pausing only for a second before she finally lifted those fingers to her lips.
The sight of her sucking the cream from their tips had his dick pulsing with the demand that really couldn’t be denied this time. Snarling under the scorching flush of feral desire that raced through him, Alex shoved away from the doorframe and stalked right over to the bed to snatch Heather off of Konor’s lap and leave the poor bastard groaning while Heather squealed and giggled as Alex swung her up into his arms.
It was time to teach her the price that came with such brazen behavior.
Chapter 38
Heather giggled all the way across the main room, clearly enjoying being carted around. No doubt she thought she had him just the way she wanted—provoked into a complete loss of control, but she should have known better. It took more than a little peep show to break Alex’s will.
He had himself well in hand, figuratively speaking. Konor, on the other hand, sounded as if he were enjoying a more literal attempt to regain his control, whereas Heather wasn’t even bothering to disguise her gleeful excitement as Alex lowered her back onto her feet.
Ignoring the happy-slappy sounds coming from the bedroom, Alex dropped Heather down next to the bondage chair, which normally intimidated most women the first time they saw it. Not Heather, though. Then again, she’d already had a chance to examine the chair’s possibilities and, undoubtedly, already knew that the seat could fall away to leave her ass exposed, a possibility that didn’t appear to concern her in the slightest as she settled down onto its padded cushion with a smile.
That grin assured Alex she liked it in the ass, as if he hadn’t already figured that one out for himself. That wasn’t the only thing she liked. In fact, Heather seemed to like everything, which made her just about perfect for him because everything was just what he wanted to try with her.
They would eventually get to everything, even if it took a whole lifetime to check off the entire list, but tonight there was only one lesson to be learned—just who was in charge. That would be him, and he was simply letting Heather put on her little show.
She certainly appeared to be enjoying herself and definitely lacked any sense of modesty. Sliding her feet into the stirrups, she bent her knees along the metal braces and forced them open, splaying her thighs wide and flashing him a clear view of her cunt.
Pink, wet, and swollen with her need, the plump lips protecting her sensitive inner flesh parted beneath the press of two slender fingers that held them open, allowing Alex to watch as she stroked her other fingers over the swollen bud of her clit. She teased the little bundle of nerves, causing herself to shiver before allowing her fingers to dip down lower.
Alex’s breath caught and held as he watched her plunge those fingers into the tight clench of her sheath. The molten folds sucked her in deeper with an audible slurp that had Alex’s dick pulsing with a desperate need to feel that slick little cunt stretching around his hard flesh.
He kept that need tightly chained as he stepped up to grab her wrist as she pulled her hand free of her pussy and lifted those slender fingers dripping with cream toward her lips. Capturing her hand, he pulled it up toward his mouth to brush each fingertip against his lips before sucking them clean.
Hunger flared in Heather’s eyes as the tips of her breasts pebbled into hard points that silently begged for his attention. Alex smiled, feeling the power shift between them. It would stay that way as long as he kept her distracted by her own desires, which was fitting retribution, given the way Heather had already tormented him.
The only problem with Alex’s plan was that Heather’s arousal didn’t weaken her, it emboldened her, making her all the more dangerous. And all the harder to resist, but Alex held his ground as she reached out a hand to run her palm down the hard length of his erection.
“You took my treat, so I guess that means you owe me a snack.” Heather smiled mischievously up at him as her fingers tightened around his cock, treating him to a quick squeeze and pump before pursing her lips in to a pout. “Please, I am so hungry.”
Alex could hear the laughter lingering beneath the little-girl voice she used on him. The woman was outrageous. Worse than that, she was cocky as hell. Not that her confidence was misplaced. It took a formidable amount of strength to resist Heather as she stretched up to wrap her arms around his waist and nibble her way down his stomach.
She slid from the chair as she licked her way across Alex’s quivering muscles as he strained to hold back. He had to tap into a never-used-before reservoir of determination, but he managed somehow to fist a hand into the silky strands of her hair and pull her head back instead of forcing it down to where he ached for her kiss most of all.
He couldn’t deny that he hesitated, tempted almost beyond measure. In those seconds, he could feel the power shifting back toward her and clenched down tight. Ripping her away from him, Alex used his hold on her hair to yank her back up, earning a squeal from Heather as she tripped over her own feet.
“Hey now!” Heather shot Alex a dirty look as he released her. Lifting a hand to rub her scalp, she glared at him with a truly sullen look now. “I didn’t agree to let you manhandle me.”
“No, you agreed to obey,” Alex reminded her, keeping his tone grim in his expression hard as he towered over her. “And nobody told you to sit down, much less tease yourself or me.”
“Fine then, master.” Refusing to be intimidated, Heather shot him a dirty look for that as she continued to massage her head. “What would you have me do, your majesty?”
Alex didn’t answer that snotty question. Instead, he simply glanced up, taking her eyes with him until they widened over the set of fuzzy cuffs dangling from the hook overhead. It wasn’t shock, though, that had Heather’s hands falling still.
No, the grin tugging on her lips assured Alex that she was far from annoyed, much less disgusted. That smile curled with wicked suggestion as she arched her back in a sensual motion and lifted her hands over her head.
“Is this better, sir?”
Taking a menacing step forward, Alex didn’t utter a word as he caught both of her wrists in one hand. Quickly, he secured the cuffs around them while Heather played it cool, barely sparing him a glance. Alex knew the truth, though. It was there in the wild pound of her pulse beneath his thumb.
She was either really nervous or really excited. Given the heavy scent of feminine arousal thickening in the air, he could easily guess which one it was and that’s just how he wanted her—hot and wet. Now, he wanted her to see just what he planned to do to her.
Knowing she was tracking his every move, Alex stepped to the side where he’d set up of metal tray that looked like it should be holding surgical equipment, but, instead of scalpels and retractors, he’d prepped this tray with straps of leather and dildos too thin to be filling. Heather would find out that disappointing truth soon enough. Right then, she was still trying to pretend like she wasn’t growing nervous.
“This is a nice setup you guys have here,” Heather commented as she eyed the tray doubtfully. “Do you know what you’re doing over there?”
In response to that Alex picked up one of the strips of leather and turned to tie it around her waist, managing to accidentally brush his hair over the straining tips of her breast in the process. Heather’s breath caught, and she flexed toward the teasing caress, but Alex withdrew almost instantly.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Heather sighe
d as her gaze softened along with her tone, becoming a husky stroke that licked over Alex’s senses. “But then again, that is what you Cattlemen are known for—knowing exactly what you’re about.
“And not tiring out quickly…though, I guess naps aren’t counted,” Heather teased him, the husky catch in her voice giving way to another giggle as she glanced down at him, a satisfied smile pulling at her lips.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Heather assured him. “Just consider it a gentle reminder that I only have a week and every moment counts.”
Alex stilled at the challenge embedded in her warning. If Heather thought he was going to let her simply walk away after a week, she had another thing coming. She was also in for a surprise if she thought he would be so easily goaded…or, maybe, she wouldn’t be.
Alex reconsidered his conclusion as he turned to face Heather, dildo in hand. Instead of souring into a look of concern, which would have been appropriate given the circumstances, Heather’s expression only glowed brighter as she eyed him with a smile full of wicked amusement.
“Come now, Sheriff, you don’t think after what I’m used to getting that skinny little thing is going to keep a woman like me satisfied?” Heather asked with an enough haughty indignation to make Alex snicker.
“No, I don’t.” Stepping up behind her, he paused to lean forward and whispered in her ear. “That’s kind of the point.”
Before Heather could respond to that he reached for the crank that had her cuffs separating, splaying her arms wide above her head. Her wrists were separated by the length of the metal bar that eased forward with a pull of a different lever, which had her slowly bending over at the waist.
Normally a woman’s ankles would have been secured into a second set of cuffs that kept her feet held as wide open as her arms, but Alex hadn’t bothered with them, certain that Heather would never back down from the challenge this moment represented. He was right.
With another giggle, she bent forward and spread her legs, tilting her ass high into the air. She shook it at him in blatant attempt to antagonize him, an effort that echoed in her tone as she cast a smile back over her shoulder at him.
“Go on and do your worst, Sheriff,” Heather taunted him, daring to threaten him despite her vulnerable position. “But know this—one day I will have my revenge. That can either be a very good thing or a really bad one.”
Alex bit back a laugh, impressed at her daring, but not wanting to encourage her disobedience. Heather was difficult enough to handle. Some measure of compliance would make both of their lives so much easier. That was exactly what he meant to prove to her.
That, and that nobody else would ever made her feel as good as he and Konor could. Alex knew that was true. He could see the shivers racing across her body as they trailed in the wake of the heated flesh pinkening her skin and watched as her muscles tightened with anticipation as he reached out to run a palm over the plush, rounded curve of her ass.
Heather’s muscles quivered beneath his touch, trembling with the same rush that had her sucking in a quick breath as he separated the soft cheeks of her ass to tease the clenched opening hidden between them with the tips of his fingers. With a whimper, she pressed backward in a wanton reflex that had Alex forgetting himself for the moment and teasing her with more than just an inch, but Heather ruined the moment as she giggled and wiggled again.
Alex snarled and jerked his hand back, replacing his fingers with the smooth, rounded tip of the hard plastic cock he was still clutching in his other fist. Heather groaned as he slid the dildo deep into her. She cast a dirty look back at him over her shoulder as she all but pouted.
“It’s not enough,” Heather complained. “Don’t you have anything better to give me?”
“It will do,” Alex assured her as he set the leather straps around the flared base of the toy, securing it in place before delivering a sharp slap to her ass that had Heather squealing.
“And you get what you’re given, not what you ask for,” Alex instructed her as he stepped to the side to retrieve the other dildo.
“Yes but I can always take whatever I want,” Heather shot back as she watched him with heated gaze. “Because, really? Are you going to deny me?”
Alex hesitated, meeting her gaze as he paused to answer her question with one of his own. “What do you think?”
It took her a moment to answer, but when she finally did, she sounded both satisfied and tickled, despite the grimness of her words. “I think I’m in trouble now.”
“Oh, yeah.” Alex nodded. “You’re in deep.”
“Then I guess I win.” Heather’s smirk returned along with the satisfied gleam in her eye. “Because that’s just where I wanted to be. Like I said, Sheriff, do your worst. I won’t complain, or beg.”
“So be it.”
Neither one of them spoke after that, but Alex could feel Heather’s gaze monitoring his every motion until he stepped back behind her and out of sight. That’s when he reached for the thing he hadn’t shown her—a plastic cock ring that came with an attached little vibrator for her clit that would be sure to drive her wild. The ring fit over the dildo, but Alex wanted his chance to tease a few whimpers out of her first.
Swollen and wet, her pussy lips hung down, a pink, creamy paradise peeking out from beneath the shadowed valley of her ass. Alex reached out and traced the slick ravine that trailed from where her muscles clenched tight around the first dildo down to the molten depths begging to be plundered by the second.
He denied her, taking the time to tease Heather and himself as he stroked his fingers over her folds, feeling the heated rush of her body’s response as she shivered and mewed with a delight that settled into a sigh as he replaced his fingers with the long, slender shaft of the dildo.
He slid the fake cock all the way in, settling the small vibrator against the throbbing bud of her clit. Catching Alex’s gaze in the wide, floor-length mirror angled in the corner of the room to reflect everything that was happening, Heather smiled, far from intimidated.
She struck a pose, clearly checking herself out as Alex stepped back to raise the lever that pulled her arms back over her head. He cranked it up even higher than it had been before, pulling Heather all the way to her tiptoes as she smiled at her own reflection.
“I look good in these straps.” Heather unabashedly admired herself, though after a moment her lips puckered into a renewed pout as her gaze narrowed back on him. “But don’t you think that my nipples look a little unadorned?”
Arching her back, she seemed to consider the matter before nodding along to her own question. “Like maybe they need some clamps.”
Alex’s hands stilled as his eyes instinctively shot to the sight of the puckered tips of her breasts, easily imagining them with clamps on.
“You can put bells on them and I’ll shake them for you.” Heather waggled her eyes comically in the mirror as a grin grew more goofy by the second. “Unless, of course, you want me to shake them for you now.”
That’s just what she did, laughing with every wiggle. Her enthusiasm was as contagious as the sight of her tits jiggling in the mirror was arousing. She was having fun, and so was Alex.
He was hard. He was hurting. He was desperate enough to make a fool of himself. Yet, he held back, wanting simply to allow Heather to enjoy her moment. More than that, he wanted to laugh with her and share in her silliest, wickedest dreams.
He knew just where those dreams started. They began with wrapping a thick swath of velvet around her eyes and blinding her to the world while teasing her with the thought that she was being exposed to it. Reaching up to pull the curtains back, he left them closed as he ran his hands down the rings rattling them on their bar and leaving Heather with the impression that she was now on display.
Just as Alex assumed she would be, Heather appeared thrilled by the idea. If the heady scent of her arousal thickening in the air wasn’t enough to prove how excited being exposed got her, the grin spreading across her face certainly did
.
That smile turned into a sharp cry of surprise as Konor appeared, clamps in hand, and prowled silently across the room. He caught Heather completely by surprise when he opened one set of metal teeth and clamped them down over the puckered tip of her breasts. Instantly, a fiery blush blossomed across her chest, the color deepening a Konor caught her other nipple with the second clamp.
Heather squealed and danced backward away from Konor and right into the slap Alex aimed across her ass that sent her twirling back toward Konor, who caught her up in his arms. He held her steady as Alex clicked on the little vibrator, setting her clit buzzing and making Heather squeal as she twisted out of Konor’s arms.
She danced across the floor as far as her restrains would let her. Her motions caused her tits to sway and bounce as the clamps dangling from them tugged on her tender tips. Heather’s breath caught in a visible lift of her breasts that tempted Alex to take a taste.
He held back, joining Konor instead, in admiring the vision Heather made as she squirmed before them. She was their own personal porn-goddess, and it was time to sit back and watch the show.
That’s just what Alex did.
* * * *
Heather didn’t know how long she hung there. The seconds drew out into a lifetime as the pleasure radiating out of her cunt quickly became a pained frustration. Waves of orgasmic delight pounded through her, pushing her toward an explosion that never erupted. She strained and bucked, trying desperately to ignite the flood of rapture swamping through her but it refused to combust.
Instead, that maddening little butterfly with those too-thin dildos continued to drive her nuts, fueling the inferno of lust that only raged higher at the sense of her own vulnerability. She was out of control and loving every second of it.
