by Jenny Penn
A flood gate opened. The painfully sensitive skin of his dick felt scalded by the heated cream all around him. Her hips jerked into a wild seesaw motion as her fingers pinched and twisted her tight little nipples. Like a summer storm, her release hit her hard and fast but began to dissipate quickly.
With a series of gasping breaths, she came back to her senses. All the tension seeped from her muscles, and she beamed down at him as if she’d done good by herself.
“If I had molested you, Mr. Tanner, I would have only taken what is mine, but never,” she leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on his lips, “ever give you yours. If you’re not man enough to take it, then you don’t deserve it, so you can rest assured I left you to your peaceful slumber all along.”
With that she shoved off him and onto her feet, leaving his wet cock cooling in the wind as she strutted toward the door. Mike blinked, his mind finally rousing to what just happened, what she had just done to him, and what he had just let her do. Aroused near the point of spontaneous combustion, his mind latched onto her final statement and the beast inside him roared into control.
Not man enough? Mike rose to his feet. I tried to warn the girl. His hand closed over one of the coils of rope hanging on the wall. She didn’t understand. Richard had that right. He pulled the rope free of its tack. It’s too late now. Mike skulked forward. It’s too late for Richard, too late for me, and too late for Mary Anne. He had no control left.
The angel didn’t even appear to be aware the devil was sneaking up on her. She bent down to pick up the discarded coat, letting her cream-coated pussy wink out at him from between her legs. She’d be doing a lot of that in the future, bending over to show off that cunt. He liked to ride a woman from behind, all his brothers did.
Mike’s gaze drifted up to the other dark entrance on display. That was one of the reasons why Mike’s lips twisted into a smile. That ass had already been well-used tonight, but it was far from done for the day. The same thing went for that sweet little pussy. She thought she knew what she was getting into, but she didn’t.
Holding on to the end of the rope, he let the coil slide free to the ground as she stood up. With one hand, she swung the coat around her shoulders while her other hand reached back for it. It took him less than half a second to send his jacket flying and captured both of her wrists in one hand. By the time her gasp broke the air, he already started to bind them together.
“What are—”
He yanked the knot tight and jerked her arms straight down over her ass as he looped the rope right between her legs, cutting off her startled question. With a shriek, she tried to shift away, but he held on to the rope and taught her the very first lesson. The rope slid up right through her pussy lips and gave her most intimate flesh a rugged caress.
The angel gasped, perhaps realizing her peril for the first time. Mike didn’t know, and he didn’t hesitate. Over, around, around, under, he bound her with the speed of a cattleman taking down a calf. Just like the cattle he roped, Mary Anne went to the ground in seconds.
He went with her to his knees and gently rolled her over as she tried to escape by flattening out. Every twist, every turn, even the expansion of her chest to suck breath in pulled the ropes tight and caressed every intimate secret on her body. Mike knew just how to make those ropes work so he didn’t have to. Tying off the knot, he rose to his feet to watch her writhe on the floor.
With her arms bound together and pinned behind her back by the several layers of rope wrapped around her breasts, she couldn’t move enough to escape and couldn’t stop moving long enough to stop tormenting herself. She gasped and panted, shivering at his feet.
Splayed out on her stomach, she lifted her head off the floor to look up at him. For a brief second, their gazes met, and he could see the excitement and fear mixed with desire as the reality of her situation began to sink in.
Without a word of explanation or assurance, he turned and walked away. He circled the room setting flame to one wick after another until the wood walls glowed in the yellow lantern light. Every corner the deeper hues of leathers and the muted whites of ropes hung, Mike ignored the equipment to scrounge through the horse blankets and pulled out the cleanest one.
Spreading it out over the dirt floor, he knelt down and lifted Mary Anne up and over, making her shiver as the motion caused the ropes to twist and pull. He hesitated there, studying the way her sheer white stockings accentuated the beautiful curves and turns of her legs. He traced the line up her left leg, making her shiver beneath his touch.
“I like these stockings, angel.” Mike flattened his hand over the naked skin of her thigh above the lace white hem. “I especially like seeing you in nothing but them.”
Smoothing his hand up the inside of her thigh, they slid apart as the small motion sent another shudder racing across her skin. She was hot and so wet the insides of her thighs were slick with her cream. The scent of sex thickened in the air, warming it, combining with the musk of leather and dirt. The combination prickled over Mike’s senses, setting them to alert.
“That doesn’t mean I approve of you flaunting your nakedness.” Mike’s voice hardened as his hand curled around the rope coming right up between her ass cheeks.
With a jerk, he made her scream with pleasure as her ass lifted with his strength. Her knees scrambled up and under, trying to balance her weight. She’d done just as he wanted, and Mike released the rope to push her thighs wider. She didn’t resist. With her ass high and her front plastered to the ground, she panted out little sexy mewing sounds and stayed still.
Mike sighed and let his hands rest on the golden globes of her ass. “You’ve done a lot of wicked things, angel. I’m afraid now you have to pay the devil his due.”
He lifted his hand and brought it down with a full momentum smack. Her whole body jerked under the impact. Her breath caught, her muscles tensing before rippling with tiny convulsions. He didn’t give her time to come to grips with the sensation but spanked her until her ass glowed and the scent of her desire was all he could smell. It overpowered every breath he took and he could almost taste her on his lips.
Her whole body shivered and trembled as she fought for breath. His little angel just had a small release. It would be one of many for Mary Anne tonight. Soon, she would learn that too much pleasure could be its own punishment.
Incoherent phrases trickled out through her moans as she began gasping for breath, and he waited until she calmed down enough to understand his words.
“That was for so blatantly flaunting your body. From now on, you will not take your clothes off unless ordered to do so, understand?”
When she didn’t respond fast enough, he lifted a hand to close around the rope. “Understand?”
“Yes.” Her whisper barely broke the air. He tightened his grip on the rope, bringing renewed tension to the already taut strings.
“What was that?”
“Yes.” She said it much louder, but still he wasn’t appeased.
Giving the rope a little tug, he spoke over her gasp. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mr. Tanner.”
“Very good, angel.”
Mike released the rope to give her flaming bottom a soothing rub before lifting up to his feet. He hesitated for a moment, assuring she stayed in the position he’d put her. She shivered and shifted but didn’t straighten out. Leaving her there, he began to collect what he needed from the walls.
Leather straps, a set of stirrup irons, some thin cotton sheets used to wrap the horses’ legs, and an iron stake. Mike carried the entire pile over to Mary Anne. Dumping them on the ground, he saw her stiffen at the heavy impact. Her eyes snapped open and began instantly to whip over the items.
He began to undo the knot at the center of her back. The silence grew around them, and he knew her wicked imagination ran wild. She didn’t speak, though, already understanding the rules of his game. Instead, she gave herself over to him with a trust that only made him more determined to enjoy the delights her
heavenly body had to offer.
Acting like a doll, she didn’t resist or assist as Mike slowly unwrap her bindings. Soaking wet, the last bit of rope slid free of her pussy. All that remained to undo were her wrists. With nothing more than the pressure of his hand, he showed her how to bend her knees and bring her wrist under her feet so that her wrists lay bound against her stomach.
Mike liked the way that look, the ominous sign of male dominance against her soft, feminine, curved stomach. It led a man’s eyes to that smooth mound. If she hadn’t wanted to drive a man to the savage recesses of his feral lusts, then she shouldn’t have shaved that pussy.
Mike’s lips curled with that thought, and he pulled her arms up and over her head. He staked her to the floor with a long enough stretch of rope that he could turn her any way he desired. He pulled the rope taut, holding his angel bound, before tightening down the final knot.
He could feel her eyes, those big, beautiful eyes, tracking his every movement as he looped leather straps over the beam and began tying the stirrup irons to them. Leaving them to clink as they swayed in the air, it took him a moment of scavenging to find a strip of wood that fits his needs.
Swinging it over his shoulder like a club, he strutted back toward his angel to find her gaze fixated on the stirrups twinkling in the lamp light. It brought a smirk to his lips, and he paused. Intentionally gathering the leather strips in hand, he pulled the stirrups. Her gaze turned to him. He could see it clearly in her eyes then, the aroused wickedness twinkling with anticipation.
“You know, angel, you really challenge a man to use his imagination,” Mike sighed. “I guess we’re going to find out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
Releasing the stirrups, it took him several minutes of adjusting before he managed to get the board tied in right. Suspended by the same leathers that ended in the stirrups, the board’s weight sank it down so the irons clunked against it. With the way he’d tied the board in, it held the stirrups apart at either end of the board. It was all set and ready for his angel.
Adjusting the tension on the leathers, he slid them forward until the board levitated inches from Mary Anne’s stocking clad feet. Going back to his knees, he lifted her foot right up onto his thigh and took a moment to stroke his hands up the softness of her stockings to the velvety smoothness of her thigh.
“I really do like these stockings. I’m beginning to see why Malcolm had you running around the house with no petticoats on. Just knowing this awaited him beneath your skirt must have made it hard as hell for him not to stick his hand up there and give you a good petting.” Mike’s hand traveled the distance up and back. He tightened it over the arch of her foot as he lifted his gaze toward hers.
“You knew that, though, just as you knew what you were doing when you put on that little show for me earlier when you were going through the trunk. You’re just a little temptress, but there is a line, angel, you don’t cross.”
Mike lifted her foot, forcing her knee to bend slightly as he slid her toes under the iron band of the stirrup. Shoving up to his feet, he continued as he stepped over her to place her other foot in the second stirrup.
“You see, when a man is working, he needs to focus on work. While it might be tempting to a little vixen like you to try and distract him, that’s a very dangerous game to play.”
He straightened up and reached for the tails of the leather. Pulling them slowly to keep the knot from tightening, the board lifted upward. Mary Anne had the sense about her to keep her feet in the stirrups and let her legs lift as he continued his explanation.
“See, a man can get really hurt if he’s not focused, and it’s hard to stay focused when you got a tease taunting you. Like tonight when I hammered my thumb.” Mike stopped the progression of the board when her legs had lifted so high that only her ass touched the floor. He tied the leather tight and smiled down at Mary Anne. “Kind of like you right now.”
Chapter 14
Stepping behind the board, Mike sank to his knees and crawled up between her splayed legs. Settling the weight of his hips down on hers so she could feel just how hard she made him, he planted his hand on either side of her shoulders.
Mary Anne brazenly met his gaze head on, but he could see the worry starting to crinkle around her eyes. Mike let his smile free to reflect the wicked perversion of thoughts circling in his head. Still, he held back, waiting until she swallowed and cast her gaze toward the wood he strung up. That’s the signal he’d been waiting for. Leaning close, he whispered in her ear.
“Your feet come out of these stirrups before I give you permission,” Mike lifted to give her a little shrug, “well, you’re going to get hammered.”
He knew what she thought and left her with that impression as he slid back on his knees until his nose teased the top of her mound. Sliding his palms beneath the generous globes of her ass, he lifted her up to the open mouth kiss he had waiting for her.
Her whole body jerked as his tongue slipped down her slit and twirled around her clit. The irons clanked against the board as her thighs twisted on either side of him. Mike took notes earlier when he watched her pet herself. He already figured out a few things about his angel and knew just what to do to drive her insane.
Scraping the flat of his tongue over the tip of her clit, he began to roll it hard and fast. His reward was instant. She gasped, gulping in great breaths of air as her body tightened all around him. Her ass lifted out of his palms as her hips lifted, forcing more of her pulsing bud against his tongue.
Sliding a palm up her side, he looped her thigh over his shoulder so he could reach those sweet tits bobbing with each ragged breath she took. Mike smiled against her cunt as he sucked her little clit in through his teeth. She shrieked and jerked, banging her mound against his nose before giving over to the writhing convulsion that rippled over her skin.
He could see, feel, and taste her response as he lowered the flat of his hand until he barely brushed the tip of her nipple. He began to twirl it around and around, faster, as he worked his tongue over her captive clit. Her whole body jerked, bucked, and convulsed as her legs wrapped around his head, and she rode his mouth into a screaming orgasm.
Mike released her, letting her pussy slide away as her ass fell to the ground. Her legs had gone limp, and he shrugged them off as he sat back and stared down at the flushed, trembling beauty bound and captive at his mercy.
Slowly, the rapid rise of her breasts evened out and her head lifted from where it fell into her arm. Satisfied contentment shone out through her gaze as she met his.
With a sad shake of his head, Mike sighed. “I told you not to take those feet out of them stirrups, but you just don’t listen. I got this feeling in my gut you ain’t never going to listen.” Mike paused as if considering that. “Makes me hard thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you over the years. Gives a man a thrill, ‘cause there are things I’d like to try, but I just ain’t never had a captured audience like you. Are you sure this is where you want to be for the rest of your life, angel?”
In the face of that blatant threat, she smiled. “I thought you were going to give me a hammering, Mr. Tanner.”
So be it.
He’d given her a chance to put this to an end, and she hadn’t taken the escape. “You’re not really understanding the nature of a tease here, angel.”
With that cryptic response, he shoved up to his feet, pushing the stirrup board out of his way. It took him another moment to collect the supplies he needed for the next round. He could feel her gaze tracking him around the room and left off the last item on his list. He wanted that to be a surprise. Returning with another pile of leathers and two more stakes, he dropped the bundle at her feet.
As he crouched down beside her, she brightened her smile, and he could clearly see the manipulations beginning to swirl behind her eyes. Content with her recent climax, his angel already started to plot how to take control of the situation in face off all the disadvantages.
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�You know you really don’t have to tie me up to fuck me, Mr. Tanner.”
“Is that right?” Mike picked up the bolt of cotton he left beside her earlier and began to unwind the roll.
“I’d never say no to you, Mr. Tanner,” Mary Anne purred.
“That’s a good thing, angel,” Mike retorted, keeping his tone light and cheery as he lifted his head to smile at her, “because I have to hurt ya a little.”
That made her blink and her lips flattened out. “What?”
“Well.” He lifted her head off the ground and began working the cotton around her, covering her wide eyes in the process. “When a person is trying to focus on a task, having somebody tease them into making a mistake can cause them pain.”
Mike tucked the end of the cotton into its own folds and sat back. Thickened by several layers, it made a decent enough blindfold. Even without her gaze pleading up at him, he could see the worry on her features. Good, she deserved it for the things she’d done.
“Mike?”
He leaned down to brush a gentle kiss across her lips and still their trembling before he whispered against her mouth. “It’s Mr. Tanner, angel, and don’t worry. We’ll get to your fucking real soon.”
Shifting his attention to her feet, Mike moved in their direction. It took only moments for him to bind them with the leather straps. Using the stakes, he secured her legs wide open.
An angel at the offering for the devil.
As Mike straightened up, his gaze cut across a set of worn cowboy boots. His eyes darted straight up his brother’s body and found Malcolm leaning against the door. That just went to show how badly Mary Anne distracted him. He hadn’t heard Malcolm break the latch or even the hinges squeaking when the door slid open.
Rising to his feet, Mike met Malcolm’s smug look with a scowl, silently daring his brother to interfere. Malcolm’s arms uncrossed from his chest as his hands lifted in a universal sign of defeat. The only problem was Mike didn’t know if he believed it.
