by BJ Wane
“No, it’s different, is all,” she panted, struggling to acclimate to the new sensations and surprising pleasure, wondering if there was nothing he could introduce her to that she would shy away from trying.
“Good,” he returned, smug satisfaction coloring his tone. “I like knowing I’m going where no man has been before. Deep breath, darlin’.”
Caden brushed her clit while thumbing her ass with short, jabbing prods, the dual assault driving Sydney to the precipice within seconds. Her mind spinning from the decadent intrusion and introduction to new sensations, she whimpered in pathetic capitulation to his dominance. Just as the small tremors heralding an orgasm began, he frustrated her by pulling back. Leaning against her, his mouth at her ear, he cut off her frustrated curse, uttering the four words she’d been pining for since meeting him. “I’ll fuck you, Sydney, not because you asked, but because I can’t hold back any longer. But make no mistake. This isn’t over.”
Everything he said after ‘I’ll fuck you’ barely registered through the roaring in her head and the surge of hot blood straight to her groin, swelling her vagina. The crinkle of opening a condom reached her ears as he sheathed himself. She held her breath as he grabbed her hips again, a shiver dancing down her spine as kept her still for his possession. One deep thrust and every delicious inch of his thick girth slid in a smooth glide through her slick channel until he was embedded deep inside her. Like everything else he’d subjected her to, she relished the burning pleasure of being jammed full, stretched wide. As if she’d been waiting forever for this, Sydney moaned in protest of his slow withdrawal and then embraced the next forceful plunge with a soft cry. His tight grip prevented her from moving, which increased the heat building from the steady pumping rhythm he set up. Every rub against swollen tissues, every brush against her clit inflamed the sensitive nerve endings until the heated friction threatened to combust.
Arching her head back, she closed her eyes and begged, “More, please, don’t stop.”
Caden had reduced submissive women to pleading before, but none of their entreaties affected him as strongly as Sydney’s soft, achingly desperate voice. The urge to take, to stake a claim by pounding into her until she splintered apart and then revealed what had upset her, wouldn’t let up. He’d never wanted to go after someone with such anger as he did the unknown person who’d left her troubled. How the hell had she gotten under his skin so fast, and so deep?
Digging his thumbs into her red-striped buttocks, he spread the plump globes to gaze upon the puckered opening into her ass before sliding his thumb back inside the tight orifice. Wet as a dewy morning and giving off as much heat as an Arizona desert, her pussy gripped his shaft with small clutches sure to drive him over the edge way too soon. His lust turned into a greedy bitch, clawing at his balls with a voracious need, hardening his cock into a tortured demand. He pounded into her with jackhammer thrusts, Sydney’s small grunts followed by soft mewls egging him on. Her cry of release echoed in the cavernous barn as she spasmed around his girth so hard he had trouble pulling away from the tight clutches. Then his brain fogged as his climax spewed forth, nearly driving him to his knees with the powerful ejaculations and mind-numbing sensations.
It took Caden several blind moments to return to earth and loosen his tight grip on her hips. “You good?” he breathed in harsh inquiry as he pulled with slow reluctance from her snug, still spasming clasp.
“More than,” she admitted with a return of her usual candor, followed by a small laugh and full body shudder.
Disposing of the condom in the corner trash, he zipped his jeans then bent to pull hers back up. “I’m glad to hear that. I was rough.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, turning her head and flipping him one of those cheeky grins he enjoyed, the shadows in her eyes replaced with a sated glow. “And I liked it. Now, aren’t you sorry you made me wait?”
Shaking his head, Caden released her hands and slung his arm around her shoulders as he led her out of the barn. “You’re incorrigible. I think I need to work on that. You’ll accompany me to The Barn tomorrow night as my sub.”
“Gee, Caden,” Sydney drawled. “You have such a sweet way of asking a girl out.”
“Who the fuck’s asking? I learned just minutes after meeting you that doesn’t work.”
The weekend, that’s all I want. Sydney kept telling herself that all day on Friday while trying not to read too much into Caden’s announcement that she would go to The Barn tonight as his sub, or the thrill it had given her. He’d come to mean a lot to her in such a short time, and God, every time she thought of leaving her stomach cramped and her eyes filled with tears. Telling herself this wasn’t home, that she had a life in Missouri that she loved didn’t work, regardless of how much she missed her family and job. Last night, while lying in bed enjoying the pleasurable aftershocks of submitting to Caden, she’d fretted over what she should do about this recent threat to her happiness. Maybe she should head back home on Sunday, drive at a snail’s pace to allow her more time to think of an excuse for remaining with her friend so long that would sound plausible to her grandmother and uncles. As long as she stayed away from Uncle Mike, refused to be alone with him, she should be able to avoid a repeat of the way he’d come to her apartment on the pretext of making amends and then drugged her to force her hand. Hiring that thug proved how desperate he’d become for cash though, and if her shares continued to be his best option, avoiding him would only work for so long.
Her last option would be to come clean with her other two uncles, relying on their genuine love for her and stable home lives to come to her aid while sparing her grandmother the heartache of learning about her youngest child’s duplicity. “Between a rock and a hard place,” she muttered as she went through her limited wardrobe searching for something to wear tonight. Caden mentioned he liked the skirt she’d worn last week and considering how fast he had talked her out of it, she decided it didn’t much matter what she wore. Of course, his succinct command, ‘No panties or bra,’ was another hint he would strip her naked soon after entering the club. Donning a lightweight, fall sweater that buttoned down the front, she ran trembling hands down her sides as she replayed last night.
What was it about the way Caden simply took her over, just like last week in the club’s loft, that was such a freaking turn-on? Granted, there had been something missing from her previous sexual encounters, but that hadn’t kept her from enjoying the time she’d spent getting sweaty between the sheets with her partners. But nothing compared to the off-the-charts responses her sexy boss could evoke. No climax had ever come close to rivaling the heights he’d driven her to with his painful swats, penetrating blue eyes and deep-voiced commands. She savored every second under his dominant control, longed for more and despaired over where that would leave her once she left the ranch, and her Dom rancher.
“Sydney, let’s go,” Caden called out, his impatient voice spurring her on. She didn’t know what had occurred to change his mind about her and wasn’t about to ask. If only he hadn’t insisted on keeping his distance those first days, she’d have that many more memories to keep her warm at night after she left. If only the circumstances that brought her here weren’t the same ones driving her away. If only this were her home. If only…
“Connor let you slide on a few things last week since you were a guest. Tonight, you’ll need to observe all the rules,” Caden stated, holding open the door to The Barn for her.
Sydney shivered, but not because of the cool night air. His look alone was enough to keep her warm, but the sounds of BDSM play seeping through the entry door into the club as she stepped inside the large foyer also helped dispel any cold she might feel from walking around without panties. The air wafting up under her skirt teased the sensitive skin of her bare labia and heightened her awareness of her near-naked state, keeping her on that tantalizing edge of sexual anticipation.
When she’d accompanied Connor last week, she’d been too excited, as well as anxious over Ca
den’s reaction to discovering her here, to wonder if she would fit in with this crowd. As Caden pointed to her feet, she slipped off her shoes hoping he kept her busy enough she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. “I’ll hang up your jacket while you stow your shoes.” Opening a door opposite the cubby slots, he entered the huge, walk-in closet. Returning to her side, he cupped her elbow, his grip a comforting hold as he warned in a mild tone, “Remember to address me as Sir, or you could face consequences you’re not ready for.”
She smiled up at him with a raised brow. “Is that supposed to scare me, Boss?”
Her deliberate use of boss instead of sir drew his scowl before he shook his head, slid his hand down to clasp hers and opened the door into the clubroom with a smirk. “If you want to start racking them up, then by all means, do so.”
Probably not a wise idea, she admitted even as her heart rate picked up speed as she peeked inside the playroom. The same as last week, the sheer pulse of the place seeped under Sydney’s skin the moment she stepped inside. A good number of people already filled the space, and as Caden drew her toward the bar, he stopped to say a word or two to friends and to introduce her. She didn’t try to keep track of names, or even say much in return to the friendly greetings and welcomes. What would be the point of making new friends when she might be leaving soon? Another pang tightened her stomach, but she shoved it aside in favor of getting the most out of Caden’s attention while she had it.
Sheriff Monroe beckoned them over to the bar as he nudged a stool out, and it took Sydney a moment to stifle a flare of resentment over the way he’d tattled to Caden after his keen observation locked on to her upset state yesterday. She understood the two of them were close, but that didn’t lessen her disgruntlement. Connor manned the bar, his Stetson tipped low, shielding his eyes, but the tight set to his jaw revealed he wasn’t in his usual, light-hearted mood tonight.
“What’s wrong?” Sydney asked him before Caden distracted her by pulling her in front of him on the stool, his arm coming around her waist to draw her back until her buttocks nestled against his groin.
“Let me guess,” Caden drawled above her head, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “No Annie again tonight.”
“We’re no longer seeing each other.” Connor’s clipped tone discouraged further inquiry. “What can I get you, sweetie?” He held out his hand for the punch card that would limit her to two drinks.
“A beer, anything light, please.” Even though the previous night’s excess kept her from wanting to indulge again tonight, Caden’s fingers toying with the top button of her sweater until it popped, prompted her to order something with a kick.
Conscious of both Grayson and Connor’s eyes on her, Sydney peered up at him with a quirk of her mouth, her throat dry at the subtle hint of exposure in brighter lighting than the dark corner upstairs. “You’re not wasting any time, are you?”
“You’re the one who addressed me improperly right after I told you my preferred form of address.” Caden kept his eyes on hers as he slipped open the next button and brought his beer to his mouth.
“I have a feeling this one will keep you on your toes,” Grayson commented as Caden released the third button.
“She’s run me ragged for two weeks and now she’s keeping things from me. What should we do with you, Sydney?” Caden murmured in a low, seductively conversational tone. The last button popped free and he spread the sweater open, exposing her bare breasts, when one word registered with a fiery response between her legs.
“We?” Sydney’s gaze flew to the sheriff’s, his stern frown not boding well for what they planned for her. Yet, instead of becoming leery, she thrilled to the prospect of another new experience. She didn’t lust after the other man, not the way she had Caden from the moment she clapped eyes on him through the window. But she doubted there was a woman alive who didn’t fantasize about two men doling out double the pleasure.
Running a rough finger over one puckered nipple, Caden replied, “You also refused to come clean with Grayson, so I thought it only fair he takes part in your punishment.”
With a nod from Caden, Grayson leaned forward and plucked the beer from her hand. She didn’t get a chance to ask why before Caden leaned her back, over his arm. With a glint in his eyes, he slowly tilted his beer bottle over her up-thrust breasts, leaving her just enough time to suck in a deep breath before the cold trickle drew a startled gasp. The sheriff leaned forward, shackled her wrists in one hand and dipped his head to lap at the spilled alcohol, stroking everywhere except over her aching, rigid nipples.
Caden bent to her ear. “Isn’t it nice of him to clean up my mess, Sydney?”
Nice? Not when he continued to avoid two of her most sensitive areas that throbbed for a touch. Connor’s low chuckle earned him a glare from her. “You too?” she asked, her face heating even though she couldn’t resist the urge to shift her torso toward Grayson’s lips. The not so innocent maneuver brushed one nipple against his stubbled cheek, the abrasion sending sizzling sparks of pleasure straight down to her core.
“I always enjoy a good punishment scene.” Connor thumbed back his hat, his look both caring and disapproving.
Caden delivered a sharp slap on her thigh, diverting her attention with the quick, painful burn. “It looks like we have to restrain more than her hands, Grayson, since she can’t be still.”
Lifting his head and licking his lips, he nodded in agreement. “She did make it difficult for me to concentrate.”
Bemused, turned on and a touch miffed, Caden caught Sydney off guard again as he righted her, slipped off the stool and tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing, one arm wrapped in a tight band around her legs. But her mortification and indignity didn’t stop there.
“Here, let me,” the sheriff offered, flipping up her skirt.
“Caden!” The only thing her squealed protest earned her was another sharp slap on her thigh. Adding to both her embarrassment and arousal, he brought his free hand between her legs and teased the entrance to her pussy with light strokes while they ascended the stairs to the loft. Sydney kept her flaming face down, her eyes on Grayson’s jean covered legs as he followed them.
When they reached the upper floor, Grayson caressed her buttocks, saying, “I’ll pick out something that’ll decorate this pretty ass nicely.”
“Meet us at the Wheel of Misfortune,” Caden said.
Sydney refused to ask him what that was, instead closing her eyes as he walked across the loft, stopped and lowered her to her feet. Blood rushed south then swept back up to her face as she opened her eyes and saw a large wagon wheel hanging a few inches off the floor. All but four spokes had been removed, these spread wide enough apart to provide large spaces in between. A smaller wheel with writing along the spokes and a flap attached in the center sat propped next to the bigger apparatus.
Turning questioning eyes up to Caden, he spoke before she could voice her misgivings about the contraption. “You have me worried about you, and I’m not used to fretting over a woman. It’s your fault you’ve come to mean so much to me, and your fault for pushing until you ended up in this position. Remember the safeword and either say it or strip.”
He didn’t look happy about his feelings, and neither was she. Not because he too meant more to her than she’d planned for, but because she knew better than him this couldn’t go anywhere. Removing her clothes, she avoided looking at Grayson when he returned carrying a round leather paddle that made her buttocks clench. She would deal with the repercussions of her feelings when she left. Tonight, she yearned for as much attention from her rancher as she could get.
Caden looked at Grayson and nodded toward the smaller wheel. “You can do the honors while I prep my sub.”
The sheriff removed the toothpick from his mouth and slipped it into his pocket. “Glad to.”
Grabbing her hand, Caden tugged her next to him and cupped her breast, his thumb strumming her nipple. “He’ll spin and whatever position the flap land
s on will be the one we’ll restrain you in on the wagon wheel. Don’t worry, the spokes were sanded smooth to negate the risk of splinters. Now, bend over and grab your ankles. Any time you want to tell us what happened yesterday, say so and we’ll stop.”
Humiliation heated her face but Sydney refused to utter red, no matter how much that order tempted her to. She didn’t know which disconcerted her the most, bending over or the different prospects awaiting her with the apparatus. Grabbing her ankles, she was grateful for the way her hair shielded her face from what they were doing. She heard the small wheel spin then held her breath as Caden spread her buttocks and inserted a row of greased, cool balls inside her. Unable to hold still against the strange invasion, she swayed her hips, the move rolling the foreign objects against the tight walls and ultrasensitive nerves along her rectum.
“What the heck are those things?” she gasped as Caden helped her upright, her entire body quaking from the tiny sparks of pleasure the anal toy produced.
“Vibrating anal beads, but I haven’t turned them on yet.” He glanced at the smaller wheel as the fast twirling slowed and then stopped. “It looks like you’ll be starting in the ideal position.” Caden and Grayson exchanged identical grins, leaving her to wonder if the sheriff hadn’t taken liberties with his spin.
Sydney didn’t protest when they bound her facing the wheel, stretching her arms up and out along the top spokes before cuffing her wrists and then doing the same with her spread ankles. She had little time left with Caden and planned to soak up every minute of his attention she could get before she moved on, even if she trembled inside over what they might do because of her silence about her troubles.
“Perfect.” Caden stepped in front of her and her heart turned over at the tight set to his mouth. With her arms bound on the two spokes, her breasts were thrust forward, aligned just right to it make it easy for him to tug on her nipples.
