“I’m not done with you,” he said.
“I surely hoped not,” she said, grinning up at him as she continued to lick her fingers. When she was finished, she stood up and turned around, putting her hands on the bed. She heard him step forward.
Smack! His hand slammed on to her bare ass.
Smack! It came down again. She moaned, not just for his benefit. Her pussy was soaking wet now as his hand came down again. He spanked her four more times, and her ass was on fire. Then he stopped. She looked over his shoulder and saw him moving to her closet. She was puzzled until he rummaged around in it and emerged with a belt.
What the hell!
“Um, what do you think you’re going to do with that?” she asked.
“I’ve wanted to do this for months now. You know it’s kind of liberating to think that the same whip you use on me, I now get to use on you. For months, I’ve thought about this exact scenario, and thanks to you handing over the reins, I am going to enjoy this moment while I can. So tell me, sub, when was the last time you had your ass whipped?” he asked, folding the belt in half as he stood behind her.
There was a quiet menace in his voice, she noticed, and looked up at him, as she immediately answered, “It’s been a while.”
Crack! Tears sprang to her eyes, and she screamed as the belt slashed against her ass.
“Damn, and here I was hoping that I was going to be the first. Oh well.”
Crack! She screamed again.
“Fuck!” She had created a monster.
Crack! She was openly crying now. She barely had enough air left to yell out.
He tossed the belt on to the bed next to her as he told her to stand up.
Quietly doing so, she wiped her eyes and faced him. He kissed her tears away as he lowered her to the bed. He lay on his back, gently spreading the burn in her ass. Her pussy convulsed. An ache she had never felt before bloomed within her. This was new, exciting, and very unexpected.
“Get my cock hard again,” he said as he stretched out on the bed.
He was already getting hard again. Smiling, she wiggled down between his legs and settled her tits on each side of his cock. She kissed his stomach and began to slide her breasts over his cock as she licked up and down along his stomach.
He moaned, and his dick began to respond, slowly at first. After about ten minutes, though, his gloriously stiff cock was fuckably hard and ready for more.
“Ever ride a horse, baby?”
“No, sir.”
“Well it’s time you did,” he said, pulling her up toward him. She shifted so that she was straddling him as he reached down to grab his dick and held it straight up for her. She lowered herself down slowly and felt the head of his cock enter her slick pussy. He removed his hand and placed them on her hips, ramming his rigid pole deep into her with one thrust. He let out a little gasp as she screamed. Leaning forward, she placed her hands by his head as she began to shift her hips up and down his shaft.
“Oh my God,” she purred as she felt every inch of him.
“That’s right, baby. Let’s ride,” he said.
Katarina sat back up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them, as she pinched her nipples with her fingers. His gripped tightened on her hips as she moved up and down. She began to squeeze his cock with her pussy muscles, his dick getting harder by the second.
“Ooh, Brannon. I’m gonna come! Tell me to make myself come.”
“Come for me, baby.”
Katarina reached her right hand down to her cunt as the other worked her breasts. His hands continued to lift her up and pull her down. Working her clit, slowly for a second and then more quickly, she moaned. She was so close. Within a minute, she felt the insides of her body tense and shiver. Katarina pushed down hard on his cock, her pussy clamped down and her skin flush. Closing her eyes, she gasped, and let out a loud moan as she erupted onto him.
Katarina opened her eyes and saw Brannon looking at her with lust. Leaning forward, he slowed down his thrusting. She smiled and kissed him, and then sat up again. Slowly, she began to lift herself high, just until the head of his cock was the only part of him in her, and then pushed herself down. Up, down, up, down, in, out, in, out. After a minute, she felt his dick tighten, and she pushed down as he came deep into her body. She heard him gasp as his warm cum pushed high into her.
He let out a deep sigh, and she leaned down again.
“Oh wow.” She gasped as his arms came around her, holding her tightly. Their breathing erratic, hearts beating furiously, bodies sweaty with release, this was her favorite moment, the euphoric afterglow of fucking. Only this time, they didn’t fuck. If she didn’t know any better, she would actually call it lovemaking. She had told him he could take charge, and he did. She submitted to him, and he held the reins. Yet, she would have thought he would have been more dominating. He was, only he confused her more.
Rolling off him, she lay next to him, admiring his physique. Brannon was an exceptionally good-looking man. Fit and trim, he took care of himself. She could tell he worked out, but she wasn’t so sure he acquired his muscles in the gym. Living in Treasure Cove, she knew that the majority of people were ranchers. She wondered if he, too, had a ranch somewhere in the vicinity. They never talked about anything personal while he was with her. That had been one of her stipulations. She kept her personal life separate from her job. However, Brannon wasn’t really her job, per se. He was just a perk she enjoyed once a week. But still, she started wondering what he did when he wasn’t around her. Did he have a girlfriend, a family? What did he do in his spare time? Before she realized what she was doing, she gasped and quickly removed herself from the bed.
You are not going down that path again!
“Kat?” he asked, halting her as she headed to her bathroom. Turning to look at him, she could see the worry in his eyes. What she was about to do was going to hurt him, she knew that, but she couldn’t allow unwanted feelings get in the way of everything she had acquired. No, she needed to stay the course.
“I’m going to shower now. You know your way out,” she firmly said. Their scene was over. There was no need to draw it out. “My name is Mistress, pet. It’s best you remember that.”
* * * *
Brannon walked out of the Pleasure Cave wondering what he did wrong. Katarina was responsive, and he knew she enjoyed herself. He didn’t imagine her pussy sucking his cock, trying to choke the life out of it. No, everything was perfect, until it was over. However, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what the hell happened. Pulling his coat around him, he looked up at the sky and sighed. “Just great.”
Snow was coming. Running for his truck, he jumped in, quickly started it up, and settled in for the long drive home.
Born and raised in Treasure Cove, Brannon Kincaid loved everything about his hometown and the folks who lived there. However, lately, with so much going on, he was getting real tired of all the crap. He just wanted things to go back to normal. Growing up, he never envisioned himself as a Deputy Sheriff or part-time rancher. No, he wanted something more, something bigger than what Treasure Cove could give him, only he had no flipping clue as to what that was. Sometimes he felt as if his life was slowly passing him by. All of his friends were getting married and settling down, and what was he doing? He was sneaking into the Pleasure Cave once a week to play out his perverted fantasies. Oh yeah, he was perverted all right, and so were his brothers. Only know no one knew to what extent. Well, the McDaniel brothers knew, but they kept their mouths shut for fear of retribution. Brannon and his brothers had attended many parties out at the McDaniel place, and what happened at the Big-D Ranch…stayed at the Big-D.
Living on the outskirts of the county, time typically got away from him, and with nothing to do, his mind started to think. His mother always told him that was a bad thing, and lately he was starting to believe her. It wasn’t every day that a grown man got hard thinking about a faux-fur lion’s costume he saw on eBay yesterday for fifty bucks!
/> That was his conundrum. He liked dressing up and parading around like animals while his Mistress of Darkness beat his ass into oblivion.
“I am such a freak,” he muttered.
What made matters worse was that when he was just twelve, he saw his older brother doing the same damn thing, only his brother was the one doing the whipping. Since then, he’d kept his perversions to the confines of his own bedroom and under the strict supervision of Mistress Katarina.
He smiled when he thought of her. Ms. Katarina Eloise Clark was beautiful, smart, funny, with smoking hot body, and was sultry as sin in her black PVC as she wielded her whip. He really lucked out when he found her. It wasn’t every day that he asked a woman to beat his ass while dressed up in costume.
The first time they met, he had reserved one of the private tunnels for the day. He had brought what he needed and was prepared to have his fantasy come to life. Only that day, he got so much more. Gabriel didn’t tell him who was going to be doing the scene with him, only that it was someone new to the club. So when his Mistress walked in, dressed like Little Bo Peep, he damn near came in his pants. That day she herded him around that room as if she was the shepherdess to end all. Since then, his life consisted of counting down the days until Friday.
“I am so going to burn in hell, I just know it,” he said, shaking his head as he turned on the windshield wipers. A light snow had started to fall, and he cursed. He hated the cold weather. He hated the snow. He hated being confined to the ranch, and he hated that his time with Katarina was ending soon.
“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel. “Why did you sign a fucking three-month contract? Because you are a fucking idiot, that’s why.”
An hour later, he pulled into his designated parking spot and shut off the engine. Grabbing what he could, he ran from the truck toward his home. He fumbled with his keys as the wind blew around him, making him shiver. “Fuck, it’s cold.”
He finally got the door opened, only to have his brother Conner yell, “Shut the fucking door, asshole!”
Dropping his gear by the door, he shed his coat and hung it on the second hook. He even had a designated coat spot. Shaking his head, he headed for his room, where he quickly got out of his uniform and into a pair of sweats.
He was putting on a pair of socks when he noticed his brother standing at his door.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Why are you late? I had dinner done an hour ago.”
“I had an appointment in town.”
“Well, next time call and let me know. Dinner is ruined, no thanks to you,” his brother stated, and turned.
Brannon shook his head and said, “Conner?”
“Yeah.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Laughing, his brother replied, “I did, right before you walked in. But thanks for asking.”
“Any word from big brother?” Brannon asked, knowing damn well that would get Conner’s hackles up. He didn’t relish the thought of their oldest brother coming home soon. However, when big brother put baby brother in his place and got him off his back, Brannon was all too happy to instigate.
“No,” Conner grumbled, walking away as Brannon smiled.
Chapter Two
February, 2014, the Pleasure Cave
Katarina Clark stepped out of the shower. Her body tingled with satisfaction. This morning while she was in town having lunch over at Macie’s Diner, in walked the most captivating man she had ever had the pleasure of being with. Her heart still pound thinking about that one time back in Maine. It was a night she would never forget. She had thought at the time she would never see her sexy cowboy again, but boy had she been wrong. When the tall, muscular, and devilishly good-looking man walked into Macie’s Diner, she thought she was about to have apoplexy. There wasn’t much she didn’t remember about him. Looking at him in the flesh again, she knew that if he flexed his arms, he would rip that very tight shirt. His hair was cut shorter than she remembered, and he had grown a beard. He looked tougher, worldlier, and when he turned his gaze on her, her stomach still had those summersaults as her pussy quivered in suspense. Oh yeah, the man was walking hot sex on a stick, and she wanted another taste.
Watching as he sauntered into the diner, those who knew her mysterious cowboy smiled and greeted him. However, it was Macie who screeched, dropping a full tray of food as she flung herself into his arms.
Trying not to eavesdrop, she picked up her cup of coffee and pretended to look oblivious.
“When did you get back in town, stranger?” Macie asked, hugging her cowboy’s neck. At first, Kat wanted to rip Macie’s arms from her sockets and beat her to death with her own arms for touching him, but then Kat remembered that what they had was just a one-night stand. Hell, he probably didn’t even remember her.
“This morning, I swung by the ranch, dropped my gear, and headed into town for some of your good cooking.” His husky voice still enthralled her. Goose bumps rose all over her body. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy leaked. Oh, yeah, her body was responsive and on high alert.
“That better be all you’re wanting,” Matthew firmly said behind his wife, his arms folded across his chest.
“Oh, Matthew, shut it and come over and say hello to J.D.,” Macie scolded.
J.D. The name suited him.
“Well, I’ll be. The prodigal son has returned.” Matthew grinned.
“And it’s about time, too,” Macie said as the man lowered her back to the ground.
“So, where have you been? Last we heard you were hiking up in the Andes, but that was years ago,” Matthew asked, shaking Jack’s hand.
“Oh you know me. I never could stay in one place long enough. Anyway, what’s this I hear about you marrying my gal?” he asked, smiling at the town’s only attorney. Kat growled, shooting daggers once again at Macie.
“Yeah, though she put me and Andrew through the ringer first,” Matthew replied.
Laughing, J.D. said, “That’s my girl.”
“So, does your mom know you’re back yet?” Matthew asked.
“No. I was telling Macie I just got in this morning,” he said, looking lovingly at the diner owner. “Feed me, woman, and catch me up on everything around here.”
Katarina listened for over an hour as Macie regaled J.D. about everything that had been happening in town. From what she could gather, he had been gone for quite some time. Only he never said where.
Then it happened. He turned and their eyes met. Recognition crossed his face, and then his eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. Kat couldn’t stop him, not that she really wanted to. She had gotten tired of watching every female within a five-foot radius flirt with the man. Nevertheless, Kat had a feeling that all that was about to end when J.D. stood and said, “Well, dip my dick in frying pan and serve me for Sunday brunch…Pussy Kat, is that you?”
There was no way to hide the fact that he knew who she was, especially when he scooped her up into his arms and kissed the living daylights out of her. Her status of single white female was now nonexistent, and the word claimed was tattooed to her forehead. She couldn’t fight him off even if she wanted to. Just being in his arms again had her pussy dripping like molasses. God, all he had to do was touch her and she’d combust in a heartbeat. They only had that one night so long ago, but that night seared itself into her brain, and her pussy was on its knees, begging her to take him back to her place and let him take advantage. Katarina smiled, wanting to do just that, but first she had to think of something to stop everyone from staring at her.
“Oh, Pussy Kat, I sure have missed you,” he said, putting her back down on her feet, still retaining his hold on her. “Do you remember me, Pussy Kat? Please say yes, because that night we spent together has kept me warm and hard for you.”
“I remember you,” she whispered, trying to extricate herself from his arms.
“Oh good.” He sighed, scooping her up into his arms. “You had me worried there for a second. I
thought for sure I was gonna have to show you how we met. I don’t think Macie would like me fucking you like a bucking bronco on one of her tables. I think its best we save that for her and her men.”
Giggling, she tried to hide her face from mortification. J.D wasn’t a soft talker. Nope, he was loud and eccentric, and everyone in the diner heard him clearly. Even Macie was laughing and blushing at what the large man said. Katarina knew she was never going to live this down.
Of course, none of that mattered now, because the moment he carried her out of the diner, they headed straight for the Pleasure Cave, and that was where they had been for the last week.
He was in her bed sleeping, and she intended to keep him there. Walking out of her bathroom, her heart still did flip-flops when she watched him. He was just…wow!
“You’re watching me again,” he muttered sleepily.
Laughing, she climbed back onto her bed and snuggled next to him. “Can you blame me? You’re very nice to look at.”
“Sassy wench,” he said, nuzzling her neck. Making herself comfortable, she closed her eyes for a second and savored the feel of herself wrapped in his arms.
She must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes, all she saw was his mesmerizing blue eyes, staring at her. The look in his eyes was hard, and for the first time she didn’t know what to do. He sensed her dilemma, probably from the blank look she was sure she had on her face.
“Oh my little Pussy Kat, you fell asleep. You are such a bad kitty. Shall I snap you out of your haze?” he said as his hand slid down her back to her ass cheek, and suddenly she felt a burning in the pit of her stomach. An ache, really, bordering on must-have or need. Her muscles twitched under his hand. God, she would do anything for this man.
The only word that left her mouth was a very breathless “please.”
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