L.C. Dean BUNDLE (Sturgis Rally Riders)

by L. C. Dean

  He complied without hesitation. Stunning, crystal blue eyes explored her face before wandering lower to take in her leather halter, bare midriff, and fitted but faded jeans. When his gaze finally returned to hers, she smiled at him. “Do you like what you see?”

  He nodded, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing.

  Kat wound a single chest hair around her fingertip and waited a heartbeat for her intent to register before she yanked the curl out. He hissed, but didn’t protest further. In reward for his good behavior, she leaned forward and kissed the tiny red dot, laving it with her tongue to soothe the sting. “Good boy. Someone’s trained you well. Tell me, do you have a Mistress at the moment?”

  “No, Ma’am. I’m not….” His words faded as if voicing them aloud would reveal too much, but his need spoke for itself.

  “Come with me and we’ll rectify that situation.”

  “I can’t.”

  With a scowl, she stepped away. “Did you tell me no?”

  “No! I mean yes, Ma’am, but not because I don’t want to. I-I have a gig.” He looked nervously at the neon sign flashing the time and temp above a side street. “My band…we play in half an hour and again at six. I gotta be there.” A bit of backbone seemed to restore itself in him, and he stepped closer though careful not to touch despite his endearing grin. “Rain check?”

  The rage that had flared with his rejection dissipated just as quickly. “When are you done?”

  “Eight. That’s when the headliners take the stage.”

  “All right then.” She dug a business card out of her purse and pulled a pen from his vest. After scribbling the address to her rented house on the back, she handed it to him. “Be there at eight thirty. If you’re late, I won’t wait.”

  He nodded and stuffed the information in his pants pocket. “I’ll be there.” Someone called for John. He lifted his hand in acknowledgement but still hesitated.

  “Did you need something else, puppy?”

  As he stepped close, his cologne teased her senses while the desire in his eyes urged her to take whatever she wanted, to savor all he would willingly yield. “May I have a kiss, Ma’am?”

  For once, her voice lodged in her throat and she could only nod.

  Warm, firm lips claimed hers, slightly hesitant at first, allowing her to take the lead, but when she simply rose to her toes to meet his seeking mouth, he groaned and claimed her, a little too eager, a tad rough, but endlessly—deliciously wonderful.

  ***

  Thoughts of the breathtaking beauty raced in circles through his head, distracting him from the crowd and his band. Her card said her name was Katalina Ferth, but he doubted she would give him permission to call her that. She lived in Portland, less than two hours from where he currently called home. If he pleased her, maybe she would allow him to visit her there. He wanted her, but more, he needed her to want him. Luscious curves had tempted him to drop to his knees and worship her with his tongue, while the fall of black hair, captured in a smooth braid down her back, conjured fantasies of lying beneath her as she rode his cock, her hair a silken curtain enclosing them in the private world where she reigned as queen. Fantasies of tasting her or controlling himself as she used him for her own pleasure hardened his cock despite the milling crowd. She implied she would train him, and he shivered at the concept.

  Do you have a Mistress? No, but he desired one with a lifelong passion.

  “Hey, get your head out of your ass and focus.”

  With a nod to the drummer, he checked his equipment once more then motioned for Kurt, the bass player, to start them off. The music pulsed for three short measures before John stepped to the mic and sang. The noisy crowd actually settled down a little. Some listened, a few intently, but more continued to chat, oblivious to the live entertainment the bar owner had paid a fortune to have throughout the week.

  A group of women sat at a table less than three feet from the stage. A blonde, two brunettes and…shit…a head of raven hair, sleek and shiny. He stumbled on the words before he caught himself. He finished the song and turned to the band. “‘Let’s Play.’”

  The guys shifted their music without comment, and he grabbed his mic from the stand before jumping from the stage. The song didn’t mesh with their other work, so they rarely played it, but it was his favorite, written based on a fantasy that he hoped she would help him explore.

  Focused on her face, he smiled and sang, “A gift…to be treasured. Stripes of honor mark my worthless hide. I lay my heart and body at your feet…. Let’s play—while the day away. Use me, abuse me but let me come—home with you…. Don’t send me away…lost and confused. Exposed and vulnerable I beg for the crack of your command, the softness of your touch…. Let’s play—while the day away. Use me, abuse me….”

  He didn’t remember finishing the set. Only that she had left at first break. He rushed to pack his equipment, all the while thinking about her threat that she wouldn’t wait. Eight-thirty offered no leeway to dawdle. As soon as he’d secured his equipment in the van, he raced toward the east side of town. Running would be faster than trying to drive through the evening traffic.

  None of the houses had numbers on the block where she was staying, and he had less than ten minutes to reach her. Then he saw it, the same motorcycle that graced her business card. He leaped the four-foot fence without opening the gate and sprinted to the front porch. His knock echoed in the quiet night, nearly silent compared to the thunder of his heartbeat. He had to see her again, had to prove himself worthy of her desire.

  The door opened and a goddess in leather pants and a lace corset stood before him. Had she changed clothes for him?

  He bowed his head in awe. “Ma’am.”

  He made it. Even though she had set the time as a test, Katalina had not wanted him to fail.

  “Come in, puppy.” Once she closed the door, she ran her hand up his slender back, relishing the slight dampness that said he’d run to avoid displeasing her. His beautiful baritone still floated in her head, the plea for domination irresistible. “Undress and come down the hall.”

  She offered nothing more. Merely walked away to see if he would obey without question. Then smiled with satisfaction when she heard the rustle of his clothing as it fell to the floor. Hurry, my pup. Don’t make me wait.

  By the time he joined her in the bathroom, she was ready for him. A razor and shaving cream rested on the counter. Hot water ran in the sink and a fluffy washcloth lay at the ready.

  Unfortunately, he was not naked as instructed. Navy blue boxer briefs clung to his thighs and cock like a second skin. “Did I ask you to keep your underwear on?”

  A blush tinted his fair skin so adorably she almost forgave his slip. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

  She should enforce the use of Mistress, but his preferred term of respect rolled from his tongue with aching sweetness. He reached for the offending clothing, but she stayed his hand. Perhaps he needed them to quell his fear of the unknown. “I’ll remove them when I’m ready.” She wet the washcloth and beckoned him closer. The hot water stung her hands.

  When she laid the cloth against his chest, he sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. She wet his chest and stomach, paying special attention to where the hair grew thickest.

  Tossing the rag aside, she squirted a generous mound of shaving cream into her palm and smoothed it over his pecs. The cool menthol foam contrasted sharply with the heat, and his breath hissed again. Her body tightened in anticipation of when she would make him scream his pleasure. With infinite care, she scraped the hair from his body, washing away the cream to confirm she’d left nothing behind. Once his chest was bare, she repeated the process on the few hairs at the small of his back before turning her focus to his underwear. Taking a pair of scissors from the drawer, she slit the fabric up each side and allowed the boxers to fall away. Nothing to hide behind anymore, puppy.

  Eyes wide, he stiffened as she wet the cloth under the steaming water. When she laid it against his groin,
he flinched but soon stood steady.

  She stroked his hip in appreciation. “Good. So good.” The offensive hair on his legs and groin melted beneath the razor. His ass and butt crack received the same treatment until every inch of him was smooth. Tossing his ruined underwear toward the trash, she rinsed the sink and cleaned up, making him wait. He trembled, his cock long and rock hard, driving her crazy with his enthusiasm.

  “Come.”

  John followed her to the kitchen, the vinyl flooring cold beneath his feet. The air conditioning raised goose bumps on his naked flesh. He fought to control shivers when she turned to look at him. The fact that she remained clothed, while he stood completely exposed, bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Still, she was stunning; her dark hair, longer without the braid, fell in a smooth swath to her narrow waist. Her tight, high ass tempted him to drop to his knees and worship the generous curves, and while he was down there—

  “Why do I suspect you’re not with me right now?”

  Her casual question jerked him from his fantasy. “No, I’m here, Ma’am. Very much so.”

  She smiled and strolled forward. Her delicate fingers circled his cock and stroked until a bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip. “Do you want to come already, pet?”

  He shook his head no, though she had to know it was a lie. His cock ached to explode in her hand, but to admit it would weaken him. He could wait as long as she asked him to.

  “Really?” She chuckled, rolling his balls with gentle pressure. “That’s good because I don’t want you to just yet. Do you think you can hold out a while?”

  At his nod, she stepped away and returned with a set of black silicone rings. “You wouldn’t mind some help, would you?”

  Oh God, thank you. “No, Ma’am. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  She stopped and looked up into his eyes. How had he missed she was shorter than him even in heels? She seemed bigger than life. “You can’t disappoint me, puppy.” Gentle fingers brushed his cheekbone. “You please me greatly by simply being here.”

  Her confidence in him boosted his ego, reinforcing his resolve to be whatever she needed. He gritted his teeth as she stretched a ring over his dick and beneath his balls. She added another around the sack itself and a third on his cock. The snug fit squeezed hard enough to hold off losing it. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

  Turning to the table, she lifted a small flogger, allowing the thin leather strips to sift through her fingers. “Have you ever had your ass warmed?”

  “N-no.” His cock bobbed.

  The small whip tickled when she trailed it lightly over his skin. “How long has it been since you’ve had a Domme?”

  “Never.” Blood heated his cheeks, but he would not lie to her about this, not when it mattered so much. “Only in fantasies.”

  A grin spread across her face. “So, sadomasochistic erotica only?”

  Would she send him away if he admitted his ignorance? He dropped his eyes, hiding from her knowing gaze. “Yes.”

  “Oh, you really are a pup.” Stepping behind him, she kissed between his shoulder blades and slid her hand around to stroke his chest. “May I introduce you to light pain play?”

  When he hesitated, she tweaked his nipple and longing shivered through him.

  “You can say no.”

  He groaned when she pressed the soft lace of her corset to his back. “What if I don’t like it?”

  “Say so and I’ll stop.”

  “What about a safe word?”

  “I don’t intend to push you that hard, at least not this first time. No or stop will do, but if you would feel better if you had one then you should.”

  Would he? His stomach clenched at the idea of using it. Doing so would mean he had failed her, but not having one could put him in a risky situation. “Maybe.”

  She walked around him, the tips of the flogger brushing his hip. “I won’t hurt you, sweet boy, but tell me your word. What would it be? Remember to make it something you wouldn’t normally use during sex.”

  “Stage.”

  Her laughter rolled over him, soothing his fears. “Seems appropriate. Stage it is.” She pulled his head down for a firm kiss, her tongue flicking his lip ring with teasing strokes.

  When she released him, he followed her mouth with his own, not touching although he longed to do so. “One more?”

  “Later. Right now I want to see your beautiful backside turn rosy for me.” Moving behind him again, she tapped his ankle with a booted toe to make him widen his stance. “Ready?”

  He could only nod. The first kiss of the flogger barely grazed his skin, a feather brush, the next a bit harder, and the next, until each rhythmic stroke sent electrical pulses to his cock. His balls drew up to escape the occasional bite of the lash when it nipped between his legs. It didn’t hurt so much as arouse him to a new level of consciousness. His ass lit on fire, but the rest of his body and mind sang in a greedy chorus for more—more sensation, more of her, more…. When he could no longer hold back a cry of desperation, she stopped.

  “You did so well, puppy.” Firm hands kneaded his ass cheeks, aggravating and soothing at the same time. “Your skin glows and feels so hot. I can’t wait to make you come so I can watch your whole body flush bright pink.”

  John groaned and pushed back into her caress. “Yes, Ma’am. I want that too, but I want to pleasure you more. May I lick your beautiful pussy?”

  She put her flogger back on the table and turned to look at him. “Do you really want that?”

  “Yes, please.” He stepped closer, anxious to taste her, but before he could do so, the door opened and two of the women from the bar strolled in. It took a second to register that he stood naked and red-assed in the middle of their kitchen floor. He covered his dick, but Ma’am pulled his hands aside.

  “No need to hide. You have a gorgeous cock.”

  Fuck. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back to avoid acknowledging the situation.

  Thin, cold fingers, unlike Ma’am’s warm ones, brushed his shoulder then wandered downward to the top of his ass. The stranger squeezed his abused flesh painfully. “Damn, Kat. He’s something else. Up for a little four-way tonight? Jess and I wouldn’t mind a piece of him.”

  He shuddered. All the women with her earlier had been pretty, but he didn’t want anyone except his beautiful goddess. Kat? It suited her.

  “Look at me, puppy.”

  Drawing a fortifying breath, he met her warm brown eyes.

  “Would you like that?”

  “If it pleases you, Ma’am.”

  She sighed and shook her head. “That’s not what I asked. Do you want me to share you?”

  His chest clenched, restricting his breathing. He didn’t know her, couldn’t guess what she wanted him to say, so he chose the truth. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “No, Ma’am. Can tonight be just you and me? Please?”

  His heart dropped to his stomach when she scowled before turning to her friends. “Sorry, ladies. You heard the man.”

  The one who’d touched him snorted. “You’re going to let your boy call the shots?”

  “For now, yes.” As soon as her friends left, she pressed her chest to his, her hand playing his cock like a fine instrument. “Well done…I want you to myself as well.”

  He swallowed hard and tried to resist shifting his hips toward her. He failed. “Was it a test then? Letting the others see me like this?”

  “And if it was?”

  “Did I pass?”

  “Yes.” She rose to her toes, her hands on his shoulders for balance. “You seem so hungry to submit. I had to know if you would accept anyone, or if you experienced the same pull I did.”

  She’s drawn to me? He couldn’t stop grinning. “I do.”

  “Good. Then let’s continue this in my room.” Her hand closed around his dick, and she led him down the hall toward paradise.

  Kat longed to draw the pup into her lap and hold him, but she needed to fuck him first. His stoic accept
ance of the lash proved him stronger than she’d hoped, but he allowed her to control him. Power washed over her in a heady rush.

  Once in the privacy of her bedroom, she released him and stepped back. Taking hold of a nearby a chair, she lifted her foot. “Boots.”

  John settled her heel on his thigh and unzipped the boot, pulling it free then taking a moment to rub her tender arch. He repeated the process on her other foot before releasing her and moving away. He stood with his hands at his side as if relaxed, but tension tightened his muscles. Waiting for her next move? Slowly, she stripped off her leather pants and thong, then undid the hooks of her corset. Her chest ached from the confinement. “Will you rub my breasts for me, pup?” She phrased it as a question because she wanted it to be his choice.

  He closed the distance between them. “May I touch you freely, Ma’am?”

  “Yes.” The breathy whisper seemed to come from someone else. He would think her weak, but still she cried out as he swept her into his arms and laid her on the cool cotton sheets.

  His gaze traveled over her naked body in an unsettling caress. “You’re beyond beautiful. So made for a man to love.”

  “So what’s stopping you?”

  With incredible finesse, he massaged every muscle in her legs, worked the tension from her arms, and finally loosened a knot in her shoulder she hadn’t noticed. By the time he reached her chest, she was a human puddle. Long fingers closed around each breast and pressed lightly, rubbing and kneading the tenderness away.

  “You’re so soft. Incredible in every way.”

  She could only close her eyes and experience the moment. Her body became more and more pliant with each sensual squeeze. When he brought his mouth into play, she nearly came. No one had ever made her feel so desirable before. Warm lips closed over her nipple and sucked it to a tight peak while his long musician’s fingers slid down her body to tenderly probe her cunt. In and out, he explored her, stroking her toward orgasm. His magic mouth joined the play and she bucked beneath him, lifting toward his talented tongue. Orgasm hovered just beyond reach. She spread her legs wider, gripping his long hair in her fist as she rode his face. “Almost, puppy. Almost—” When he rolled the small ball on his lip ring against her clit, she came with a scream, her body drawing tight, lifting and grinding against him before releasing in a wet rush.