by Kat Catesby
Life has been full throttle since I came home from the hospital; I’m responsible for the wedding plans while Ash is project managing the spa expansion of the Lodge. It’s amazing how quickly things come together when you throw money at contractors…and they’re being project managed by a formidable cowboy with a dominant streak.
Once the spa is complete, we’ll be marketing the Lodge as an exclusive wedding venue and we’ve already hired full-time spa therapists and are interviewing for an event manager in the next few weeks. Our wedding is the first on the books and we’re going to use the professional photos from our big day as promotional material for our new venture.
We’ve taken a massive risk by doing this as the contractors have barely any wiggle room to blow through their deadline. If they do, they destroy our wedding and will have to deal with what I imagine will be, a very hormonal bridezilla. There’s no option of delaying our nuptials because I refuse to be a fat bride…yes, you heard right…Ash was my greatest gift and now I have one for him – not that he knows yet…
Ash has been pulling out all the stops to fuck a baby into me ever since we came home from the hospital and I announced that I was no longer protected by my pill. Not that I’m complaining, I just didn’t think it was possible for us to make love any more than we already did. It’s a wonder that anything – besides me – gets done around here. It’s a good thing I’m so hot for him that I never get sore; otherwise, I’d be walking around like a cowboy too.
With how busy life has been, even with Maddie being my maid of honor and taking on a fair share of wedding planning duties, I’d not been keeping a close tab on my monthly cycles. Ash wasn’t concerned about fertile days of the month, he was happy to take me all the time, so I hadn’t been paying attention to them either. Our usual routine was at least once a day (excessive for some, but I really wasn’t joking when I said we both had high sex drives) so why change it up just because we were trying to get pregnant. No such thing as too much sex when a beautiful little baby is the end goal. But, because I’d been too busy to pay attention, I didn’t notice that I’d missed my period until something really inconsequential sent me into a rage and my boobs ached. Thank God I don’t wear bras is all I can say because I’d have burned the fuckers. Those were my clues that Ash and his vigorous and insistent lovemaking had been successful and I just had it confirmed by the doctor.
Today was my last appointment to check the progress of my injuries; I’ve felt fine for a good few weeks now, so this appointment was just to confirm that I was indeed fixed. While I was there, I got the doctor to confirm my baby suspicions – one awkward pee in a sample cup and a pregnancy test later and I had the news I was dying to tell Ash.
Excitement bubbled to the surface like a little kid on their birthday as I drove the route from town to the ranch. As desperate as I was to tell Ash his baby daddy news, I needed to hold off. There was something I wanted to do now that I had the official ‘all clear’ from the doc. Ash and I may not have been engaging in the gentlest of sex but it was still well below our usual explosive, animalistic standard. We like it all-consuming, crazy powerful and intense but we’ve not unleashed that side completely since before my attack. I’ve no illusion that once Ash finds out our precious baby is growing inside the sanctuary of my womb, he’s going to keep going easy on me – not that he medically needs to, he just will because he’s a gigantic softy under his alpha layers. He’s going to be more terrified during this pregnancy than I will until our baby is safely delivered. Therefore, I want it hard and rough just once more before I tell him.
I walk into our bedroom and hear Ash in the shower and this gives me the opportunity to ensure I get what I want.
Over time, Ash’s kinky leftover toys and our new ones found their way to our bedroom – the walk-in closet has an assortment of very fun things hidden away, including a few drawers of seductively sexy underwear. I pull out a new lingerie set I’ve been dying to try – it’s one of the few times I’ll actually wear a bra – and quickly change before Ash finishes his shower. It’s a simple, sheer black lace set comprising a peek-a-boo bra and side tie crotchless thong…perfect easy access to my nipples, ass, and pussy. Ash slowly reintroduced anal play and today I want it all. I have an uncontrollable urge to be utterly consumed by him. Just wearing the lingerie ignites my skin in a way that has me clawing at the all-over-body-itch for him. I feel sexy, beautiful and oh-so-desperate to have him throw caution to the wind and take me with wild abandon.
Knowing that time is of the essence, I slip my feet into a pair of teetering, black stilettos and reach up to one of the high shelves and retrieve the spreader bar Ash hid up there. Following our argument over the sex toy in question, Ash hid it – poorly – high up on a shelf he thought I couldn’t reach…with stilettos and a chair, I can. I guess he thought it was a case of ‘out of sight, out of mind’ and although I was happy to play with the spreader bar after our row, Ash was too afraid that with David’s attack, the spreader bar would push me over the edge again. That and he’s been trying to be gentle with me…thank god that ends today.
Somehow, I climb down from the shelf without breaking an ankle, retrieve the assortment of toys I want us to play with and lay them out on the bed just as Ash turns the shower off. On the bed, I’ve placed a length of softer nylon rope, nipple clamps, and an anal plug. I smile down at my selection, pleased with how far I’ve come in the seven months I’ve been with Ash. I’m back to being the sexually adventurous and confident woman I was before I met David.
In the corner of our master suite, the remnants of an open-flame fire flicker in the fireplace, the heat enough to keep me warm in my skimpy underwear considering it’s November and the first snow of the season fell a few days ago. Despite the early snow, the contractors are still on target to complete our renovations in the next few weeks, just in time for our winter wedding.
The door to the bathroom opens and out walks Ash in a billow of steam, moisture glistening on his sculpted body and a towel wrapped low on his hips, revealing his delectable ‘v’ that arrows down to the dick of dreams. He stops short when he sees my scantily clad body before him, blindfold in one hand, spreader bar in the other. He glances at the bed and heat floods his eyes.
“You’ve been busy, Sunshine. I take it you got good news from the doctor?”
“Very.” If only he knew.
“And now you’d like to play,” it’s a statement, not a question.
“Damn straight. I’m done with gentle and as my fiancé, you have a duty to oblige,” I wink.
Ash flashes me a devilish smirk while his, suddenly very erect, cock tents his towel, causing it to fall to the floor in a heap around his feet. He stands there handsome and proud, deliciously naked, thick cock jutting skyward and I can’t help my tongue darting out to lick my parched lips in anticipation.
Ash takes two predatory steps towards me, bringing his body flush with mine, toe-to-toe, hip-to-hip and chest-to-chest. “Your fiancé is more than happy to oblige,” he growls before crashing his delectable full lips down on mine. I suck and bite at them before he plunges his tongue to dance deeply with my own. No man has ever kissed me as masterfully as Asher Scott does; he makes me want to make out for hours. I cling to the hard planes of his chest to stabilize myself from being weak-kneed in sky-high stilettos. His skin burns hotly beneath my hands and his fingers trail down my body with devastating pressure, over the lace of my panties until he finds the deliberate gap in the material and my glistening folds. He parts my labia and sinks two thick fingers into the depths of my hot, wet cunt. My knees buckle out from under me at the raw power of his touch deep inside me, right where I need it and the only reason I stay upright is because of Ash’s massively corded arm muscles wrapped around my waist.
All too soon, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me whimpering against his chest at the loss of him where I need him most. Ash chuckles, brings his fingers glazed with my desire, to his sensual lips and licks them with the tip of his tongue. S
howing me what that talented muscle could do if it were between my legs; my own private show as he performs oral acrobatics on his fingers before finally sucking them clean of my essence.
I groan with need.
Ash threads his fingers through my hair and holds me so close to him that we are sharing the same breath. He trails his nose and lips up the column of my neck, across my cheek to the shell of my ear, making me shiver.
“What’s your safe word,” he purrs.
“S – Sunshine,” I stammer with want.
“Use it if you need it, baby,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling my over-sensitized skin as he takes my hands – that have been creeping further south, seeking out his cock – in one of his and leads me to the bed. He grabs the rope with his free hand and tightly binds my wrists. I would love to say I’d paid attention and know exactly what sort of knot he used but truth is that normally by the time he’s tied me up, I’m already sex mad and have lost my mind. The same is true today. I’m melting into a puddle of desperation, the evidence slick between my thighs.
Once he’s satisfied I’m secure, he sits down and pulls me over his lap using the tail of the rope. I gently fall into position, his cock hot against my abdomen, bound hands scrabbling uselessly for purchase while my ass is high in the air. Ash holds me in this position as if he were going to spank me but inflicting pain isn’t really our thing and given the bruises he’s seen on my body, he doesn’t have much of a desire to mark me.
With my weight evenly distributed, Ash returns his fingers to my aching pussy. One large hand spreads my ass cheeks while the other maintains his sensual massage of my G-spot, pumping languidly, driving me to the edge of sanity with the feel of him and the wet sounds of my cunt dripping around him. Being restrained always made me blisteringly hot and intensely wet and this is no exception. I’d be ashamed of the loud slurping sounds if it wasn’t such a fucking turn on for us both. I moan loudly and roll my hips in sync with his touch, climbing higher and higher; I’m about to crest the wave of pleasure when he withdraws his digits and trails them back to the tight rosette of my anus, slicking the path with my juices and lubricating the puckered ring of muscle. I’m a mix of emotions: frustrated at being denied my orgasm but loving the feel of his exploration. Ash isn’t usually one for delayed gratification – he’s more of a give-her-as-many-orgasms-as-possible instead of the deny-her-till-she’s-begging type of guy. The fact that he denied me means he’s really out to play with me.
Bring it on.
Ash puts firm pressure behind his finger until the tip pops through the tight muscle, the sensation dark and dirty. Again, he retreats. His hand leaves me completely to grab hold of the anal plug that he then runs through my wet folds, probing my pussy and coating it with my juices so that it’s lubricated enough to penetrate my ass. I fidget and rock on his lap, eager to be filled and oh-so-slowly, he gives me what I want. Pushing the plug and stretching me as I relax around the flared head until it’s almost too much, too wide, too overwhelming and then it pops through my stretched ring completely and it’s seated fully within me. A stuffed back passage is a bizarre sensation – oddly conflicting, yet sinfully erotic.
Ash helps me to my feet, hands bound, ass full and guides me on shaky legs to a wall where a discreet hook has been placed. Every step heightens the anal intrusion, making me clamp around it, causing sparks of the sweetest torture to lick through my body. Ash turns me so that my body faces him, lifts the tail of rope and ties it to the hook so that my arms are taut above my head. Elongated and on display for him, I whimper for more. My body is combusting and I’ve no way to give it what it needs, the release it craves. I’m at Ash’s mercy and I thrive on it. Unconsciously, my thighs rub together, giving my aching clit the tiniest bit of friction in the vain attempt to ease its beautiful discomfort.
Ash’s deep voice tsks, “We can’t have that, Sunshine.”
I groan at my thwarted efforts to placate my need while Ash stalks me with the spread bar in hand. He stands flush with my body, forces his thigh between mine and rubs my core, allowing me to grind down on the solid stone muscle, the coarse hair of his leg tickling my clit for a moment before he kicks my legs wide and breaks contact. The evidence of my arousal leaves a gleaming wet patch on his clean skin. Ash takes in the sight, his nostrils flaring, eyes burning with barely restrained lust. Like an animal in heat, I’ve marked him with my scent, with the very essence of me.
“Damn baby, I can smell your arousal from here,” he growls hungrily.
“It’s entirely your fault.”
He chuckles at my breathless reply, “I’ll take that.”
Trailing his fingers down one leg, he affixes my left ankle into the supple leather cuff before moving my right leg into a wider stance and doing the same. He grins up at me before adjusting the bar and forcing my legs wider still. I’m teetering on the edge of balance, forcing me to pull more of my weight up through the rope. If I don’t, I’ll topple and end up hanging by my arms. I’m in no danger of hurting myself – Ash won’t let me come to harm – so being positioned on the brink like this is hot as hell. I’m so open and exposed to him, the wide position forcing my ass to clench harder around the plug. My hips couldn’t go wider if he tried and the warm breath of his sharp exhales hits me right where I want him as he continues to kneel in front of me, eyes level with my needy, dripping cunt, bared for his perusal.
“It this what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Maybe later,” he teases before standing. “Time to kick it up a gear, baby. Are you ready?” I nod enthusiastically. “Answer with words, I need to hear you.”
“Yes,” I bite out, a mixture of frustration and excitement.
Ash lifts the blindfold from the bed and gently places it over my eyes, tying it firmly so I can’t peak. As soon as the darkness engulfs me, my other senses soar into the stratosphere. Everything intensifies; the fullness of my clenching ass, the exposure of my wet, open pussy, the pull of the rope around the delicate skin of my wrists and the burning of my skin that’s becoming too hot for my poor, needy body to handle. I don’t know where the next touch or caress is coming from and that has me panting in delirious anticipation.
I’m not waiting long before a sharp pinching engulfs my right nipple. He’s attaching the nipples clamps to my exposed, tender peaks through my peek-a-boo bra and I nearly explode on the spot. Ash adjusts the tightness of the clamps to the right side of barely manageable before giving each clamp a firm tug. The sensation spears its way to my clit and Ash massages the pain away with the lapping of his tongue against each bursting bud. Nipple clamping is the one form of erotic pain that I don’t mind…in fact I downright love it.
“It makes me so fuckin’ hard to see you like this – strung out and coming apart from my touch. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He then takes my lips and swallows my moans with a kiss so deep I feel it in my toes. Being the master of tease that he is, the kiss doesn’t last anywhere near as long as it should. My lips are left bereft and tingling while I blindly wonder what he’ll do next.
I thought the level of trust needed to play like this was forever out of my reach; I guess the universe was looking out for me when they gifted me Ash.
My pulse roars in my ears, pounding in time to my heaving breaths, my skin shivering with the ghosts of his touch.
He draws the moment out, building unbearable anticipation, the room silent but for the sounds of my gasps and the crackle of the waning fire. My ears strain for the slightest sound of him, any clue as to his next action but the man moves on silent ninja feet – seriously impressive given the size and bulk he carries.
Suddenly, his hot mouth is on my clit, his wet tongue spreading and devouring me with decadent licks, lapping at my dripping desire. I can’t contain the scream that claws free from my parched lips. I mewl constantly at his onslaught: the feel of his fingers gripping my hips in place and his mouth buried between my legs magnified sublimely by my inability to see.
I feel like I climb the peak to orgasmic bliss in seconds but time is an abstract construct when you’re blinded physically and with pleasure. My body coils and then snaps with euphoric bliss, my climax shuddering through my bound body, tendrils of fire licking across my sizzling skin from the white-hot knot in my core. He doesn’t relent, causing the pleasure to crest over and over like waves slamming onto the shore. Moments later his lips find mine and I taste the tang of my arousal mingled with the taste of him. Ash demands everything from me and I give it all, willingly, desperately. He runs his fingers down my side until he settles them firmly on the curve of my hips, tilting, and angling and then thrusting into my still quivering cunt with his thick cock in one debilitating thrust. I lose the ability to speak, to think…to almost breathe.
There’s almost not enough room for him inside me with the anal plug still occupying my ass. It’s taking up vital Asher-dick space, forcing his meaty girth and penis-envy length into a much tighter channel and it feels mind-blowing.
If Ash’s grunts and growls are any indication, it’s not just beautifully intense for me either. He pounds me like a machine until I’m forced over the edge of ecstasy yet again, free-falling without a safety net, my body falling apart, my muscles shredded with the constant tense and release of soul-shattering climaxes.
This one might just have gone too far though; my poor pregnancy hormone boobs can’t take the pinch of the clamps anymore. The pain has notched too far in the wrong direction and I need the clamps off my tender, swollen nubs.
“Ash! My breasts…the clamps…get them off. Please!” There’s an edge of alarm in my voice – I’m not panicking but the pain crept up quickly and has consumed my poor nipples.
