Lassoed By A Dom (10 page)

“She’s really got it out for you, doesn’t she?” Jake observed.

“She has for some time. If she spent as much time practicing as she does spreading rumors about me, she might actually beat me.”

Jake linked his fingers with hers. “I don’t see how you could cheat anyway. The timing clock is run electronically. The switch trips the minute you cross the sensor into the arena and stops when you cross it again.”

“Some of the smaller rodeos still use a stopwatch and a flag. Lily’s gripe is that I’m sleeping with the judges to get them to shave seconds off my time.”

Jake came to a dead stop and stared at her. “That’s absurd.”

“I know. But if she can get people to believe that, then she can get them to examine my electronic times, too. Maybe I had the switch rigged or whatever.”

“Listen to me.” He cupped her cheeks with his warm palms. “No matter where you are, if she causes any real trouble for you, call me immediately. You hear me?”

Trish managed a smile. “Don’t worry about it. There’s nothing to prove. Besides, you can’t just up and run off from your job whenever.”

“I can do whatever I damn please. Reece would back me up on something like this.” He locked his gaze with hers. “Promise me, Trish.”

She blew out a breath. “Okay. I promise. Can we change the subject now?”

****

But it was hard for Jake to get it out of his head. Hours later he was still mulling it over. Women could be real bitches, even worse than men. He’d have a hard time controlling his temper if Lily Whateverhernamewas screwed with Trish. He decided to get her mind off everything—and hopefully his mind, too—with a leisurely dinner at a top notch place.

Dinner was as good as he expected, but then the Rare Steak House never disappointed. Everything from the crab appetizers to the fresh salad to the perfectly aged steak had been top of the line. Conversation flowed easily between them as they ate slowly and consumed a bottle of wine.

Jake had been nervous when he picked Trish up, wondering if they could have a dinner out like normal people. After all, the first night they’d had other people as buffers at the restaurant. Then, the heat between them was so out of control they’d fallen into bed and practically torn each other’s clothes off. Then last night, after they’d gotten over the shock of seeing each other at Rawhide, they had an intense session that, at least as far as Jake was concerned, went beyond the actual play itself.

But sitting down to a meal together, having a normal discussion, was a whole other thing.

Not that sexual energy hadn’t sizzled in the air between them. As they worked their way through the meal, sharing stories about their lives, the air between them crackled with the electricity of their attraction to each other. He was fascinated watching her eat, the graceful movements of her hands as she forked a tiny lump of crabmeat into her mouth and sighed with ecstasy at its flavor. Or the play of muscles in her arms as she cut delicate bites of her steak and the elegant way she punctuated each taste with sips of wine. If anyone had told him watching a woman eat was an erotic experience, he would have said they were crazy. Yet, here they were, and he was so turned on he was afraid he might come in his slacks.

They’d decided to split a piece of Chocolate Decadence whipped cream cake, only Jake was having trouble concentrating on both eating and talking. When Trish cut off a small piece of the cake and pulled it slowly into her mouth, eyes closed in appreciation of its flavor, his cock tried to jump out of his pants. When she licked a stray dot of frosting from her lower lip, his balls ached as if he hadn’t had sex in a month.

And Trish, the little tease, knew damn well what she was doing to him. He could see it in her deliberate actions as she put another bite of cake into her mouth and slowly licked the frosting from the fork. When she swallowed, the muscles in her throat played like a ballet, flexing and moving.

Jake leaned across the table and said in a very low voice, “I’d sure love it if you stroked my cock with your mouth the way you do that chocolate cake:”

She gave him an impish grin. “Is that an order? Sir?”

“Would you like it to be?” He leaned back in his seat and picked up his coffee cup. “I could make it one.”

“And if I refused?” She slid her tongue over the tines of the fork in a deliberate movement. “Would you turn me over your knee right here and spank my ass?”

His slacks had gotten so tight in the crotch he had to reach down to shift the material, easing the pressure. The image of them in this booth, her skirt rucked up to her waist while the other patrons watched him paddle her ass almost made him come just sitting there.

“I’m not so much into exhibitionism, but I could be persuaded if that’s what you’d like.”

Mischief sparkled in her eyes. “Maybe we could just save that for later.”

Thoughts of what they might be doing later made his balls ache and the blood in his veins surge in an intense rush. “Speaking of later.”

“Yes?” She gathered a dollop of whipped cream on her fork and took her time licking it off the tines, her tongue lapping as if it was stroking the sides of his cock. When she twisted it around the tines, his cock throbbed so hard he was in actual pain.

Jesus!

A grin teased at the corners of her mouth. She was having too much fun with this.

“I know you’re fixated on this two weeks thing,” he said at last. “And I’m not going to fight you on it. Yet. But I want to make the most of it. I’d like it if you checked out of the motel and stayed with me for the rest of the rodeo.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? Isn’t that kind of announcing something to people?”

He shrugged. “What people? No one pays attention to my business. And I don’t think your jealous friend is going to track you down to my house. Say yes, Trish. Let’s do this.”

He could almost hear the gears grinding in her brain as she turned the idea over and over, looking at it from all angles. His nerves jitterbugged as he waited for her answer, but he made sure none of it showed on his face. Sitting there calmly was almost as tough as facing a new bull, but he managed because this would be an even bigger prize.

She swallowed another tiny bite of cake, washed it down with a sip of coffee, looked across the table at him, and smiled. “Okay. What can it hurt, right? And we won’t have to waste time driving back and forth to the motel.”

He did his best not to jump up and do a little victory dance. Small steps, he told himself. One at a time.

“In that case, why don’t we get out of here and head for the motel now. You can pack up your things and follow me in your truck to my house.”

Again she hesitated, and again he held his breath. Then she unleashed that cock-swelling smile on him again and nodded her head. “Okay. Lead on, cowboy.”

****

Two hours later, Trish had packed up everything with Jake’s help and followed him back to his house tucked into one corner of the vast Halliday Ranch. He insisted she not live out of her suitcase for two weeks and gave her closet and drawer space in one of the extra bedrooms.

“But only your clothes go in here,” he told her with a wink. “Your body stays with me.”

He sat on his bed, wearing only his boxer briefs, and she stood before him completely naked, feet apart, head bowed and hands behind her back in the classic submissive pose.

What am I doing moving into his house? Am I losing my mind?

Yet here she was, trembling with excitement as she waited for whatever came next.

“I said no intense play tonight,” he reminded her. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t still have a few things to settle.”

He reached out a hand and pinched one nipple, lightly at first, then harder. As soon as the thin spear of pain shot through her, the pulse in her cunt quickened and moisture flooded her pussy. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, but he had told her not to move so much as one muscle unless he gave her permission.

When he’d toyed with the one nipple until it throbbed, he turned his attention to the other, still not saying a word. Then he slid a hand between her legs, stroking his fingers through her slit, grunting with satisfaction at how wet she was. “Very good, girl. It makes me very happy that you’re obviously as horny as I am.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He laughed. “You are so subservient here, but I seem to remember in the restaurant you didn’t mind pushing my buttons a little. Didn’t I promise you a spanking for that?”

A light shiver skated over her skin. “Yes, you did.”

“Because you deserve it,” he reminded her.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Because I deserve it.”

He patted his thighs. “I want you right here. Now, girl.”

Obediently, she arranged herself across his legs, the sprinkling of hair on his thighs pleasantly abrading her breasts. Anticipation rippled through her as he smoothed the palm of one hand over the curve of her upturned ass. He stroked her skin, caressing her, now and then dipping the tips of his fingers into the hot crevice. God, she wanted him to fuck her there. She hoped that was one of the things he planned to get to eventually.

The slow steady rub of his hand had a hypnotic effect on her, everything falling away except herself and this man who was unexpectedly working his way into her heart. Tremors rippled through the walls of her pussy, and her nipples tingled with a delightful ache.

Smack!

The blow jolted her, both because she had lulled herself into a peaceful state and because it sounded so loud. The sting spread through her body, heating the surface of her skin. Before she could absorb the effect of it, Jake’s hand fell again, and yet again. Loud, sharp smacks that sounded like rifle shots in the air. The kind that generated a burn that radiated through the buttocks and down the inside of the thighs.

“I have to say, you have the most delicious-looking ass, girl.” Jake smoothed his hand over it again. “Shit, it feels hot as a stove. Let’s warm it up a little more, shall we? I want to make sure you understand how respectful you need to be.”

Trish bit her lower lip as his hand landed again, harder this time, the sound sharper. She knew better than to grab his leg unless he specifically told her to, so she locked her fingers together and squeezed them as each additional blow landed. Every time her body jolted, the crisp hair on Jake’s legs rubbed more intensely against her sore nipples, a pain so pleasurable it suffused her entire body.

She didn’t even realize the spanking had stopped until Jakes fingers probed between the lips of her cunt and slid into her drenched channel. She squeezed her inner walls down on him, but he just gave a guttural laugh and slipped his fingers out.

“Would you like me to fuck you with my fingers, girl? Play with your clit? Make you even hotter than you are now?”

Hot didn’t even begin to describe how she was feeling. The spanking woke up all her pheromones and sent them cascading through her body. She was sure it wouldn’t take much for her to come, but she knew better than to do so without permission. It amazed her that Jake could bring her to that point so easily and quickly? She had been with a lot of experienced Doms who had skillfully roused her again and again, but no one had ever brought her so quickly to a state of erotic hunger.

A hand cracked against her flesh again. “You didn’t answer me, girl. Do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Y-yes, Sir. If you please.”

“Spread your legs wider for me.”

Doing so made her balance precarious, but she knew he was aware of that. Making her uncomfortable was part of the process. With one hand on her back between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, he returned the other to her pussy, sliding two fingers into her slick channel. He twisted his hand so his thumb grazed her clit, rubbing the little nub back and forth. She forced herself to hold still while he thrust his fingers in and out, adding a third one and filling her even more. She lost herself in the rhythm, forgetting her uncomfortable position, forgetting everything except the sensations cascading through her.

Her inner walls pulsed with need, clamping down on Jake’s fingers, and she did her best to hitch herself against his thumb without losing her balance. Her release spiraled up from deep inside her, body aching for relief, pussy clamping down as hard as it could. But just at the point where she felt herself toppling over the edge, Jake slid his fingers from her, gave her one last smack on her ass, and turned her over.

“Not yet.” His onyx-black eyes bore into hers, gleaming with lust and hunger. “Not until I say so.”

He placed one hand beneath her shoulders to brace her, holding her still draped across his thighs. When she squeezed her legs together, he nudged them apart and shook his head. “I need to get to that sweet little clit. Keep those legs open for me.”

He insinuated one of his legs between both of hers, his thigh brushing against the lips of her cunt. With his gaze still locked to hers, he traced the length of her slit, up and down, before focusing on her clit. Back and forth, his finger moved over that ultra-sensitive nub of flesh. Faster, then slower, but always with a steady stroke. She gritted her teeth to clamp down on the rush of sensation, but his movement was so clever, his fingers touching her just so, that the rush of erotic sensation soon swept through her again.

And again, when she reached the point of climax, he withdrew his hand, his lips curved in a hungry, knowing smile. “You know I could keep doing this,” he told her in a low, gravelly voice. “Take you right up to the edge and back off again and again.”

Oh, god! She didn’t think she could stand it, as close as she was. She called on every bit of self-control she’d developed over the years to keep her from falling apart and giving in to her body’s demands.

“However.” He stopped a moment to lick her cream from his fingers. “This is your lucky night. I want to fuck you so badly I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

Lifting her from his lap, he stood up, turned, and arranged her on the bed on her hands and knees, legs wide apart, feet hanging just over the edge of the mattress. When he pressed his mouth to her buttocks, one cheek then the other, her pussy fluttered in response. She wanted to tell him to hurry, hurry, hurry. When she heard the familiar rip of foil, her body tightened with anticipation.