Impact (8 page)

She watched him ride with a strange mix of trepidation and pride. When he made it through the required eight seconds and then scrambled away from the bull and jumped up onto the rail, she released a hard breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He scored well, leaving him in third place for the second day of competition. The riding ended and the draft began a little while later and she was too busy organizing everything to think much more about the upcoming night.

When she finally finished he was waiting for her, his eyes hot. Her pussy heated, flooding with moisture. They began to walk out, keeping their stances casual as though they were just two people on the tour who happened to be heading in the same direction. He asked her within hearing of others if she wanted to share a cab, and she agreed in a careful monotone. But as soon as it pulled away from the arena he leaned over and pulled her hair back from her ear, licking the delicate shell. His teeth closed around the lobe, biting down gently.

“I can’t wait to have my cock in your mouth again,” he murmured, his voice silky, wrapping around her like the warmest blanket and melting her from the outside in. “Here are your instructions. You’ll go to your room and take off all your clothes. Then slide your key under the door enough that I can grab it from the outside. Get on your knees between the beds and wait for me, head down. You understand everything I said?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her sex heated further and her lungs began to ache as the need for air became paramount.

“What’s your safe word? You know what one is and what it’s used for, right?”

“Filly.”

“Filly?”

“I like horses.”

“All right then. Filly it is.” He leaned down and sniffed. “I can smell you.” His long fingers rubbed her pussy through her jeans. She moaned and he chuckled. Damn him. He was entertained by her torture? Of course he was. He was a Dom. And truth be told, this is what she wanted—a man who would take her over, direct her pleasure. She wanted to make a man happy, to serve him and be everything to him; the only one he needed and the only one he wanted.

They arrived at the hotel and, after paying the cabbie, he got out, striding into the lobby and away from her. She knew he was trying to maintain the illusion they weren’t together, but it still stung a little as she walked along a good ways behind him. They took separate elevators and when she arrived in her room she quickly shed her clothes, put her key under the door and assumed the position Conner had ordered her to take. She had no idea if he would arrive in three minutes or three hours, but she didn’t want to disappoint him by not being ready.

Tucking her chin to her chest, she waited. She wasn’t sure how long it was before she heard the telltale click of the door opening. Her heart began to pound in her chest. For some reason she felt as if tonight was a test, and one she couldn’t afford to fail. Out of the very corner of her eye she saw him shedding clothes, dropping them on the dresser. He tossed a bunch of items on the far nightstand and then approached her. He hadn’t said a word. She swallowed thickly and waited for his command.

He cupped her chin in his hand and lifted, guiding his fisted cock toward her mouth. “Open.” Keeping her head tilted back, he rose up on the balls of his feet and all but straddled her face, forcing his way to the very back of her throat until his balls rested on her chin. He held there for a moment, looking down at her as if daring her to object. Then he took hold of her head on both sides and began a steady in-and-out rhythm.

His eyes closed and his head fell back and she concentrated on keeping suction as his cock hit the soft palate at the back of her throat again and again. There was something about having Conner in her mouth that turned her on so much—knowing how much it pleased him made her want to do it. She knew much of it was her submissive nature at work, but she genuinely enjoyed giving him head.

When she looked up he was staring at his cock working in and out of her, his eyes smoldering with a barely banked flame. No man had ever looked at her like that, and at that moment she knew she would do just about anything for him. Reaching up, she cupped his balls in her hand, gently rolling them, and he growled. Taking his penis out of her mouth, he shoved closer to her. “Lick them,” he rasped. She laved first one, then the other, and then tongued the seam separating his balls.

“Yeah, Jessie girl, just like that,” he cooed, massaging the back of her neck. She wondered if he knew her neck was getting sore from the angle and wanted to alleviate the pain or if it was an unconscious gesture. She leaned back a little and moaned as his hand tightened, massaging harder. Just as she’d suspected. He might be dominant, but he was still thoughtful.

She licked right up his shaft as if he were her favorite flavor of ice cream, then ran the tip of her tongue around the purplish head, dipping into the slit to lap up the drop of pre-cum weeping from it. He moaned and pushed her back down onto his shaft, thrusting his hips to push up into her mouth at the same time. She forced herself to breathe through her nose so she wouldn’t gag and took as much of him as she could, swallowing around his cock head.

His thrusts became less controlled and she knew he was close to the edge. Reaching up, she pressed her thumb into the space between his balls and his anus, and he swore again, erupting in her mouth and sending his hot, salty cum straight down her throat. She swallowed as best she could while he continued to thrust, saying inane words of encouragement to her. When he was finally spent, he stumbled backward and landed on the bed, flat on his back. “Damn you, woman. You killed me.”

She stayed where she was, unsure what to do now. He reached down a hand and helped her up, pulling her onto the bed and next to his body. She snuggled into the crook of his neck and sighed. It would be dangerous to get used to this.

Just when she’d started to drift off his hand began to move on her ass and she heard his voice. “No sleeping yet, babe. I’m not through with you.” She turned her head to look at him, her lids heavy. He pushed her hair out of her face. “The blowjob was just the first thing, remember?” Leaning in to kiss her, he brushed his lips against hers and then pulled away. “Besides, you didn’t think I was gonna let you go to sleep without gettin’ inside that tight, wet pussy did you?”

She smiled. “You’re quite a talker.”

He grinned in reply. “Straddle me.” Lifting her leg over his torso, he pulled her until her pussy rested on top of his semihard dick. Taking a breast in each hand, he pushed them together and began an all-out assault with his tongue, lips and teeth. He was relentless, nipping and licking and sucking with gusto while she writhed on him like a cat. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, he released her nipple with an audible pop.

“Turn around, baby, and sink onto my cock. I want you to ride me so I can watch your ass. Put your hands on my ankles and lean down so I can see my dick goin’ in and out of your pussy too.”

She did as instructed after rolling a condom down his length. Lining up her slit with his erection, she began to descend onto it slowly. He must’ve gotten impatient because he planted his feet and thrust upward, his cock stretching her as he went impossibly deep. She gasped as her pussy contracted in response and he groaned, thrusting again before settling down. “Ride me,” he ordered, and the tone of his voice told her he was hanging onto his control by the smallest of margins.

Dropping her head in between his knees, she rocked back and forth on his erection. “Oh yeah, Jess, that’s it, fuck me,” he ground out through clenched teeth. She tightened her muscles around him and he thrust upward. “So fuckin’ tight…” She leaned down more so her clit was scraping against him with each pass. The action sent jolts of pleasure to the little bundle of nerves and she cried out. “Jessie girl, you don’t have permission to come.”

She whimpered, unable to believe she’d gotten so desperate she was actually whimpering, but feeling as though if she didn’t get relief soon she was going to lose her mind. His penis slid over super-sensitized tissues inside her channel and she moaned. She felt a sharp slap to her ass and yelped. “You hear me, Jess? You don’t come without permission. If you do I’ll punish you.” He spanked her again, hard, with the flat of his hand, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The action was effective, though, and cooled her down, as he’d obviously intended. “Come up here and put your hands behind your back.” She did and he gathered them, forcing her upright as he held them in place at the small of her back. The new position didn’t allow for the clit stimulation, which she suspected he knew. She wanted to curse him, but in the back of her mind she knew she’d asked for this, she knew she craved this.

Another hard spank landed. “Move.” She realized she’d been all but sitting on his cock while he did all the work. She began to rock again and he spanked her several more times. “Don’t make me tell you again, Jessie girl, or the punishment will be a real one, not a few slaps with my hand.”

Her traitorous pussy gushed with more of her juices at the thought of being at his mercy while he took a flogger or a crop to her bare ass. She’d long since moved past feeling ashamed about what her body wanted—she’d accepted it and made peace with herself. Now she had to find a man who was willing to give it to her. If he was wrapped up in a six-foot-four, coal-black haired cowboy, all the better.

Conner pounded into her, nearly dislodging her from on top of his body. He removed one hand from holding hers behind her to hold on to her hip. She was sure she’d have a handprint there tomorrow to mark where he was gripping her, but the thought filled her with a strange sense of excitement—almost as if Conner was leaving his mark on her. With another thrust, he roared and came.

She continued to rock but gentled her movements as his orgasm died down. Her pussy was on fire and she wanted to touch her clit in the worst way. She knew it wouldn’t be hard to get her off, but she figured Conner was testing her and there was no way she was going to disappoint him. If it meant she went to bed tonight sexually frustrated she’d have to deal with it.

He let her wrists go and pulled her off him, depositing her on the bed. Rising, he then padded naked into the bathroom. After that, he pulled the covers up around both of them. “Now you can sleep.” Leaning over, he kissed her, briefly pushing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like pure man, and she felt herself slipping a little further. She drifted off to sleep almost immediately with one thought lingering in her mind—how could she convince him to stay, to be what she knew he could be?

* * * * *

The next morning she woke up and found herself lying on her side as Conner pushed into her from behind. “Mornin’.”

“Hey,” she answered, her mind sluggishly trying to climb out of the depths of sleep.

He fully seated himself in her pussy and began to push in and out. “Wrap your hands around the headboard and don’t move ’em.” Crawling over her body, he pushed her to her stomach and pulled her up, tucking her knees into her chest and splaying her legs wide. “Now that’s what I like to see first thing in the mornin’,” he said, grunting as he pushed in again, harder. “Your pussy’s all nice and pink, stretching to take my dick. And this ass,” he palmed her generous globes, “I can’t wait to get inside this ass. Has anyone ever fucked your ass before, Jessie girl?”

“Once,” she whispered.

“Your pussy about flooded my cock when I talked about taking you there. Maybe tonight…” he mused. “Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass tonight?” She whimpered as she thought about him taking ownership of that forbidden spot on her body. He slapped her ass. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” She knew what he wanted her to say, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Last night it had seemed so easy. Now in the harsh light of day, though, not so much. He drew back and pounded into her. “Yes, what, Jessie girl?” She forced herself to breathe as another resounding smack echoed sharply, then several more. “You gonna answer me or am I gonna hafta keep spanking you?” He pulled all the way out and landed a furious volley of spanks on her upper thighs. She hissed, trying to process the pain even as it morphed into something else, something darker and edgier. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he growled in her ear. “And your ass’ll only get redder ’til you tell me what I wanna hear.”

“Yes, Conner. Yes, I want you to fuck my ass,” she cried out. The words hadn’t left her mouth before he drove his cock into her. She gasped as she arched helplessly, needing to feel all he had to give.

“No comin’, Jess,” he warned.

“Dammit!” That earned her another series of slaps, this time to her sensitive inner thigh, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from unleashing another invective. Tasting the metallic flavor of her own blood, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, reminding herself that this was what she wanted and wondering why she was fighting him.

After he finished spanking her, he pumped furiously in and out of her pussy, nearly driving her insane. She resorted to thinking about the buck-off rates of various bulls to try to stave off her orgasm. After all, if he’d spanked her as hard as he had just for not answering him when he asked her a question, how would he punish her for having an orgasm without permission? An image flitted through her mind of him standing behind the sub in Decadence, working her bare ass first with the flogger and then with a nasty-looking strap. By the time he’d finished the woman had sported angry red lines from the top of her ass to almost halfway down her thighs. A little shiver went through her body at the thought of
being
that woman.