The Ranger's Rules

by Lily Harlem

  “Comfortable?” he asked, trailing the tip of the belt from her neck to her ass.

  “Yes.” She placed her cheek on her hands and seemed to relax into her position.

  “Good.” He continued to use the tip of the belt to caress her. Stroking it over her ass and thighs. “I’m going to mark your ass.”

  “Yes, Sir… but why? Have I been bad?”

  “You know you have.” He chuckled, happy that he had an answer to her question, whereas he wouldn’t have a few minutes ago. “You tried to make me come with your mouth just then.”

  “Oh… sorry, Sir.”

  “There will be two strikes. The belt has quite a bite.”

  She didn’t answer.

  Was she enjoying the anticipation as much as he was? He hoped so. The black belt against her pale buttocks was beautiful. But they wouldn’t be pale for long. Soon he’d have them marked, she’d be branded as his as he fucked her in a few minutes’ time.

  He drew back his hand, gave one practice flick of the belt, then brought it down hard against both of her buttocks.

  She cried out and jerked, shifting the heavy bench. “Oh, fuck. Bite… it’s a fucking shark.”

  “Shh…” He stepped up close and stroked her hair. “Take your punishment and you’ll be well rewarded.”

  “Fuck.”

  He hesitated and studied her face. “Do you need to safeword?”

  She flicked her head so she was facing away from him.

  Silence.

  “I’ll take that as a no then.” Again he trailed the belt down her back, this time he let it go down the cleft of her buttocks so the tip dangled against her pussy lips.

  She groaned and he smiled. He’d bet money on her being dripping wet for him.

  Once again he drew back the belt. He struck, his heart beating fast and his breath held.

  She shifted forward, arched her back and stretched her hands out, so her elbows were locked and her belly and chest lifted from the bench.

  “That’s it, punishment complete,” he said, moving close behind her and running his hand over the raised stripes on her butt. “And it’s so pretty.”

  “Rhett,” she moaned. “Please.”

  “You need this?” he asked, slipping his right hand between her legs. Quickly he found her entrance and pushed in. “Aw, sweet Jesus.”

  She was so warm and wet and her internal muscles clenched around him as she rubbed against the clit pad.

  “You won’t have to wait too long until you come,” he said. “But as always it’s on my command.”

  “I understand.”

  “Now lie flat again, as you were before.”

  She did, seeming to sag against the bench.

  Rhett withdrew then went to the cupboard. He retrieved a vibrator, in a sealed bag indicating it was sterile, and a new tube of lube. He then put them within reach of the bench and shucked off his boxers.

  “Tonight is a very special night, Casey.”

  “I know, Sir.”

  He ran his hands over her tiny waist, loving how he could practically span her body when she was wearing the corset. “And do you know why?”

  “Because we’re here, at Heart’s Desire.”

  “Yes, and for another reason.” He stooped and peppered kisses over her buttocks. Her skin was honey-sweet and warm on his lips. Pressing her cheeks apart, he exposed her anus. Without hesitation he kissed around it and over it.

  She tensed and groaned.

  He squeezed her reddened buttocks and she jolted forward then shuddered.

  He suppressed a smile. If she thought she was on sensation overload now, she’d have a shock in a minute.

  Standing, he gripped his cock, then angled it at her pussy.

  “Oh… yes…” she said, arching then bowing her spine. “Please.”

  He plunged in, the relief of it bringing moisture to his eyes. For weeks he’d wanted to fuck her like this, at the club, tied up, marked. And finally the moment had arrived.

  “Is it catching your clit?” he asked, knowing Casey liked to have clitoral stimulation when he took her from behind.

  “Yes… Yes…” She was breathless.

  His skin tingled. He was getting hot. With impatient movements he yanked his shirt off and threw it aside.

  Her ass was so soft to butt up against with each thrust and it wobbled just a little. His balls were tight, his need to come was growing. He wanted to fill her up, find his release, hear her cry out as she found hers.

  But it was still too soon.

  He pulled out.

  “No, Rhett…” she wailed.

  “Be patient.” He reached for the lube.

  “You said I wouldn’t have to wait long.”

  Had she been a more experienced sub he’d have given her two more strikes with the belt for her attitude. As it was he lubed up his right middle finger and set it over her asshole. In one steady push, he prised her open and sank knuckle deep.

  “Ah, ah…” She trembled. “Now? Here? There?”

  He’d surprised her, he knew he had, and that was pleasing. “Yes. Now, here, and right there. I’m going to take this sweet ass of yours, Casey. I’ve been telling you I would, now it’s time.”

  She kind of whimpered but it turned into a groan when he added another finger, easing her tight ring of muscle wider.

  “You’re going to hug me like a damn vise,” he said. “You feel so fucking incredible in here. Try and relax a little. I’ve got a big dick to fit in here.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  He smiled though he shouldn’t really. She was forgetting her place. But he’d forgive her. This was a momentous occasion. “That’s it, a little more.” He added another lubed finger and stretched her.

  She groaned and rubbed her clit against the pad.

  “That’s it, stimulate yourself.”

  She continued as he worked her, enjoying the sight of his fingers in her hole and her lubed skin stretching.

  “Oh, Rhett. Please.”

  “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

  “Yes, if we’re going to do it, yes… now.”

  “With pleasure.”

  He withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at her tight pucker. As he pressed forward the tip was coated in lube. She parted around him, her opening stretching. On and on he pushed in, wanting to be at full depth but not daring to rush.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped, her shoulders tensing.

  “You’re doing great,” he said. “Just great.”

  And she was; he was almost fully seated.

  “That’s it, no more…” she said, her voice tense.

  “I’m in, all the way. Feel my balls against you.” He stilled as deep as he could get.

  “Oh, Rhett…”

  “Casey, you’re fucking awesome in here.”

  “I want to come.”

  “You will, you will.” He closed his eyes, tempted to drive them both to a fast furious orgasm, but there was one more thing.

  He reached for the vibrator then pulled almost out of Casey’s ass. He set the tip of the toy at her pussy then pushed it deep.

  “Rhett?” She half turned. “What?”

  “It’s okay, it’s not my dick, it’s a vibe.”

  “I can’t… I don’t know.”

  “Trust me, you can, and you’ll thank me.”

  God, he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. His balls were packed up tight, his cock steely hard. Seeing her trussed up with the boots and the corset, a vibrator in her pussy and him poised at her ass, he’d never been so turned on, so ready to just go for it.

  “You gotta relax, Casey,” he said, easing back into her ass. It was even tighter now, the vibrator taking up precious space. And it was rigid, he was aware of the hard toy through the thin membrane of flesh separating her two channels.

  Damn, that feels hot.

  He hit full depth.

  She flailed her arms, as if not knowing what to do with them.

  Re
aching forward, he caught first the right, then the left. He pinned them in the center of her back with just one of his hands.

  “Oh, Rhett…” she cried. “It’s so much.”

  “Yes, and you’ll come now.” His tone was gruffer than he’d intended, but his control was slipping.

  Quickly he reached downward, found the switch for the vibrator and turned it on.

  She cried out, ecstasy lacing the hoarse sound.

  He did too. The vibrator sent shockwaves of bliss through his entire cock.

  “Come, Casey, come.” He shunted into her, pulled back, barged in again.

  “I’m coming…” she wailed, jerking her clit against the pad. “Oh, God… now, Rhett.” She groaned in a deep, moaning way and her body stiffened then relaxed as if succumbing to all she was experiencing.

  Her asshole clenched around his root and Rhett gave in to the need for release. He fucked her hard, fast and let his pleasure rip from him.

  She was writhing, the muscles in her arms bunched, and he stared down at her, wanting to remember the moment forever.

  “It’s so good, don’t stop…” she gasped.

  He kept on going, riding through her extended orgasm with her. On and on the contractions in her ass hugged him and her body spasmed.

  Eventually she stilled. A sheen of sweat bloomed on her shoulders and several strands of hair had fallen down and stuck to her neck, around the collar.

  “Are you okay?” he asked quietly as he stroked her buttocks and pulled his cock half out then eased back in.

  “Yes, Sir…” She had her eyes closed and when he released her wrists, she let her arms hang downward as though too exhausted to figure out where to put them.

  It was clear she was as satisfied and wrung out as he was. He loved her so much—this beautiful, kind, giving woman. She was the perfect match for him in every way.

  He leaned forward and kissed her hot back, between her shoulder blades, enjoying the scent of her skin and the saltiness that laced his lips, and thought of the diamond ring he had secreted in his trouser pocket.

  She liked the collar, and understood it, he knew that, but he also knew marriage was important to Casey. And if it was important to her, it was important to him.

  Gently he eased out of her, then removed the vibrator. Unable to stop touching her, and enjoying her sated, pliable body, he ran his hands over the corset, her hot buttocks, and down her soft thighs.

  Gradually his breathing returned to normal, though he remained warm and his brow was damp.

  Casey was still and quiet, her breaths steady and shallow. She still had her eyes closed and he guessed she was enjoying the caresses as he brought her down from her high.

  “Baby, come here.” He eased her to standing, keeping his arm around her waist to support her. “You can’t go to sleep here.”

  She murmured something that sounded like a protest, then smiled and opened her eyes.

  He dipped his head and kissed her, poking his tongue into her mouth and feeling pleased when she responded and kissed him back.

  Would he ever get enough of her?

  He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “I want it to only ever be me who makes love to you,” he said. “Forever.”

  “That suits me.” She pushed a strand of his hair from his brow, her touch light and gentle.

  “And only me who makes you breakfast in bed, washes your hair in the shower, takes you on game drives.” He needed to say these things, so she knew exactly what he was going to ask of her.

  “And spanks my ass?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, that too.” He slipped his hand to her rear and gave it a light squeeze. “This damn sexy ass will be my undoing, and now that I’ve been inside you there…” He paused. “Fucking hell, Casey. It’s never been so good, please tell me it was for you too.”

  “Couldn’t you tell that it was?”

  “I need to hear you say it, sub.”

  She tipped her head and pressed her breasts against his chest. “Truth was I’ve been nervous about it. You taking me there. I wasn’t sure if it, you, would fit. You’re big, Rhett.”

  “We fit perfectly.”

  “Yes. Thank goodness.” She ran her hand down his cheek and neck to his sternum.

  He was sure she’d be able to feel his heart beating. The words he was about to utter were giving him a rush of adrenaline. It would all be up to Casey. The ball would be in her court. Dominant or not, Rhett would have to go with the flow.

  “It was good for me,” she said quietly and still with the slightly dreamy look in her eyes. “More than good, with the vibrator as well, it was incredibly stimulating and intense yet exhausting at the same time. And hearing you, feeling you and to know you were enjoying it too, that was the icing on the cake.”

  “Actually,” he said, releasing her with one hand and reaching into his trouser pocket. It was just within reach and he plucked out the ring, thankful it was still there in its small velvet envelope. “I think this is the icing on the cake.”

  She looked at him quizzically. “What’s that?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead he lowered to the floor, gliding his body against hers as he went down on one knee. He kissed her belly, over her navel, and inhaled her scent. He then took hold of her right hand.

  “Rhett?” she said, her eyes widening and the sleepy expression evaporating. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m not in the habit of going onto my knees before anyone, as you of all people should know,” he said. “But on this occasion, it’s the only way to ask the question.”

  She was quiet for a moment, then, “What question?” She gripped the side of the bench as she stared at his face.

  “The question of…” He released her hand briefly to pluck the ring from the material, then took it in his again and held the sparkling piece of jewelry up between them. “Will you do me the very great honor, Casey Summers, of becoming my wife?”

  She pulled in a breath and pressed her lips together. Her eyes misted.

  “I love you more than anything else in the world, more than life itself,” he said, his heart rattling in his chest so hard he was beginning to wonder if he’d survive this conversation. “Since I met you I’ve been for the first time, truly happy, truly content. I can’t imagine going on without you, or you having to go back to the UK, Casey. Having you at the lodge with me, living there, it’s perfect. And each morning when I wake up and you’re there next to me, I—”

  She caught his chin in her palm. “Shh.”

  He swallowed.

  “Are you going to let me answer?”

  “Only if the answer is yes.” His throat was tight. He couldn’t ever remember feeling so vulnerable. This woman had such power over him. With one word, the wrong word, his life would be over. He didn’t know how he’d go on.

  She tipped her head and smiled.

  “You’re killing me here,” he said, gruffer than he’d intended.

  “It’s not often I have you on your knees, Sir. Maybe I’m making the most of it.”

  He kind of growled, a noise he didn’t even know he could make. “You’ll pay for it.”

  She threw her head back and laughed—a deep, hearty laugh that jiggled her naked breasts.

  Any other time he’d have relished the sight and the sound, but right now he was struggling to breathe. “Casey…”

  “Of course I’ll marry you, Rhett Dawson.” She leaned down and gripped the top of his arms. “Who else would I want to spend my life with other than you? It’s only you, always will be.”

  He stood. Relief poured into his veins. “So that’s a yes?” He needed to hear the three-letter word that would make him the happiest man alive.

  “Yes, it’s a yes.” She flung her arms around his neck. She was smiling broadly. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He scooped her up, swung her in a three-sixty arc and pressed his lips to hers. He’d hoped she’d agree to be his wife, his woman for all of time, of course he had. He would even have sa
id the odds were in his favor. But with Casey nothing was ever completely certain. She kept him on his toes, kept him curious to know what she’d do, how she’d do it. Never had anyone fascinated, bewildered, and enchanted him the way she did.

  And now, as he deepened the kiss and dragged her closer still, he thanked his lucky stars that she’d come into his life. Even though he’d been a sullen ass with an attitude most women would have given up on, she’d stuck around.

  More than stuck around, she’d stuck with him. And now it seemed she was happy to for all of time, here in Africa, putting up with his demanding, and at times dangerous job.

  Life had never been so good, or so sexy and satisfying. And with Casey at his side, Rhett felt as though he could take on the world, and win.

  The End

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