Passion's Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1) (27 page)

“Thanks, Doc.  For everything.”

* * * *

Two months later.

Leah walked into the bedroom and stopped short, staring in amazement.  Clay stood in the center of the room wearing black leather pants with buckles up the sides and heavy biker boots.  His broad chest was bare, his hair an inky curtain flowing down over his shoulders and back.  A black silk scarf draped over his hand.  He looked…
God,
he looked…she just shook her head in awe, unable to find the words to describe how he looked.  With his coppery-bronze skin, aquiline nose, those high cheekbones and full lips, he was primal.  Elemental.  A savage warrior, utterly masculine, with an almost ruthless lethality.  Clay Nighthorse had it all.  And all that undiluted male power was focused directly on her, making her achingly aware of the fact that she was naked beneath her dress, and wearing a large plug up her ass.  Biting her lip, she met his gaze.  What she saw there sucked the air out of her lungs, stealing her breath on a wave of lust.

“Strip, little sub.  Keep the heels.”  He spoke in that cool, impersonal voice she was coming to think of as his ‘Dom’ voice.  Because that’s exactly what it was.  Dominant.  Dominating.  Domineering.  All of those and more.  A voice that gave her no choice but to obey, because obedience meant pleasure and she was coming to crave that above all things.  A thought that, with anyone other than Clay, would have filled her with dread and anxiety.  Instead,
because
it was Clay, it filled her with lust and longing and a hunger so fierce, she thought it would consume her. 

“Yes, Sir.”  Biting her lip, she reached behind her back to unzip her yellow sundress with the field of daisies growing up the skirt.  It was one of nearly two dozen that Clay had bought her a couple of days ago at a sexy little shop in Norfolk.  She let the sleeveless bodice slide down her arms to gather briefly at her waist before gravity pulled the entire dress to the floor to lie in a puddle around her feet.  She stood there totally naked, wearing only the stilettos he’d also bought her.

“Step out.  Stand in the ‘Present’ position like I taught you.”

With a little frisson of anticipation mixed with apprehension, Leah stepped over the fabric circle.  Then she stood, legs shoulder-width apart, hands behind her back grasping opposite elbows, head up, eyes locked with his.  She could feel the heat of his gaze as it raked up and down her naked body like a physical caress.  Her belly rolled and hot cream gushed between her legs and began to dribble down the insides of her thighs like thick, warm honey.  She felt like she should say something—
anything—
but nothing came to mind.  Any words she might have come up with got tangled in her throat, leaving her mute and compliant.  Her gaze faltered and she lowered her head

Jesus Christ! 
Clay’s blood rushed from his head straight to his groin, hardening his cock so fast, he nearly swallowed his tongue.  If he didn’t get himself under control
right now
, he was going to be buried balls deep in her steamy cunt, fucking her to orgasm, and this evening would be over in less than a minute.  And that would never do because he had big plans for his little sub.  Plans that would immerse her in so much pleasure, she’d think she was drowning in it and would be forced to cling to him to keep from going under.  Drawing air deep into his lungs, he held it there for a slow count of ten, then slowly, slowly, let it out.  When he spoke, he was pleased that his voice managed to sound cool and impersonal.  “Are Everett and Daniel settled for the night?”

Leah had just come in from checking on her uncle and kissing him and Daniel good-night.  After showing them the five-carat diamond engagement ring with matching, diamond-studded wedding band Clay had presented her with that very morning, following a long, languid bout of lovemaking, after which he’d plugged her ass with the largest Princess plug in the set, one with a sparkling emerald at the base.

It had been two months since her Uncle Everett’s heart attack and since she’d nearly been killed by Richard Gordon. Five weeks since Everett had been released from the hospital and Clay and Leah had taken him to the ranch to recuperate.  Daniel Rayburn had arrived three weeks ago to help care for his long-time companion.  He had closed Everett’s San Francisco gallery indefinitely until the two men could decide what to do with it.  They were ensconced in the giant king size bed in the second master suite at the opposite end of the upstairs hallway from Clay and Leah’s bedroom.  After only two days of being at home, Everett had started losing that frail, old-man look that he’d had in the ICU in San Francisco.  He’d spent part of every afternoon sitting in the sunshine out on the balcony outside his and Daniel’s room, and had developed quite a tan.  All three of them, Everett, Daniel, and Leah, were now accomplished horseback riders and often rode off together, following the various trails that meandered in all directions from the ranch house in the center, like anchor threads of a spider’s web.  But only Clay and Leah went to the clearing with the waterfall.  Everyone on the ranch respected that as their private place.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered Clay’s question, slightly breathless with anticipation.  Tonight would be their first real scene since her encounter with Richard Gordon.  Oh, they had made love, of course.  But her shoulder was still healing, so it had been mostly vanilla sex and Leah had definitely started to miss the edge and the thrill of a real D/s scene. She didn’t know what Clay had planned for tonight, but she was looking forward to it with great anticipation and more than just a little trepidation.  All she knew was it was going to be intense.  The size of the plug in her ass told her that.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.  She did so, swaying slightly.  She heard his quiet footsteps approaching her, felt the heat of his body against her bare belly and thighs as he stood before her, admiring the view.  He crowded her, invading her personal space until all she could think about was his very large, very male, impossibly hard body. Then his hands lifted to stroke the sides of her breasts igniting her nerve endings, sending goose bumps rippling up and down her arms and back.  Her belly clenched, spilling cream out into her slit.

His hands moved to frame the sides of her head, lifting her face to his.  “Look at me, baby.”  Her eyes fluttered open.  He stared at her, awed by the hot need he saw shimmering in their green depths..  “
Christ,
Leah.  You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”  He slid his hands down her neck, across her shoulders, down her arms, landing briefly on her waist before sliding around her back, and down the curve of her buttocks.  He latched onto her ass cheeks, hefting them several times, making them jiggle.  “Gorgeous,” he repeated, releasing her and walking around to stand behind her.  He hefted her buttocks again, admiring her jiggling flesh.  “Legs farther apart,” he ordered, barely giving her enough time to move before plowing a hand between her legs and through her entire slit from back to front, letting his fingers dance around her clit before thrusting the middle two into her vagina.  She let out a shivery little shriek, taking a few mincing steps in her stilettos as pleasure steamrollered over her.  “Clay…”

“Silence.”  She compressed her lips between her teeth while he continued playing with her, building her pleasure one brick at a time.  “Stop squirming.”

She tried, honest, she did.  But she couldn’t hold herself still as pleasure rained down on her like a meteor shower.

His lips pursed as if he were deep in thought.  “You seem to be having difficulty following even the simplest of commands this evening, little sub,” he observed.  “That leads me to believe that a bit of discipline is in order.”

Discipline!  Oh.  My.  God!

He bent his head and licked her ear, her subsequent squeals and wriggles of pleasure making him chuckle.  “Yes, a little discipline is definitely in order.”  He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nipped it before stepping back away from her, taking his heat with him.  “Close your eyes, love.”

Uh-oh.  This can’t be good.

Her breath hitched, forcing Clay to close his own eyes as a wave of hunger swept through him. 
Christ
,
he loved that little sound.  That sudden, sharp intake of breath that told him she was his for the taking.  His cock was a red-hot bar of iron throttled by the tightness of his pants.  It was a wonder it didn’t burn a hole through the leather.  “Tonight is all about feeling,” he said when he felt he could trust his voice enough to resume speaking.  “This blindfold will force you to focus entirely on the sensations your body is experiencing without the distraction of sight.”  She felt the slide of silk as he covered her eyes with the black scarf, tying it tightly behind her head and adjusting it on her face so there were no gaps for her to see through. 
Geez!

“Hold out your wrists.”

Teeth tugging on her lower lip, she extended her arms in front of her.  Something wide and soft encircled her right wrist, followed by the metallic
snick
of a padlock.  Then the same sensation on her left wrist.  Clay inserted his index finger inside the cuffs to make sure they weren’t too tight.  Next she heard clinking sounds as a chain was clipped to each cuff, hooking her wrists together.  She felt a couple of tugs on the chain.

“Very nice,” Clay murmured, his voice slightly strained.  “Very nice indeed.”  He cleared his throat.  “You are a vision, Leah.  I’ve often dreamed of you wearing my cuffs.  But now, to see you standing here like this, knowing that you are not just my sub, but also my beloved wife—”He broke off, unable to finish around the sudden restriction in his throat.

Leah said nothing, too busy fighting off her own tears.

“Come, little sub.”  He gave another tug on the chain hooking her wrists together, urging her forward.  “I think it’s time to introduce you to the Play Room.”

Leah gulped.

Oh.

My.

God!

The Play Room, for crap’s sake! 
The locked, soundproof room off their bedroom that she’d been curious about ever since she had arrived at Nighthorse Ranch.  The room she’d been both dying to see and dying to stay out of since that first night.  She heard beeps as Clay entered the code to release the magnetic lock.  He guided her forward into the room until she felt something bump gently against her belly.

Clay released her hands, watching as she felt her way along the padded, leather-covered surface of the wooden sawhorse-shaped device he had led her to.  “Stand still.”

She heard him move across the concrete floor, open a drawer, and rummage around inside it for a few seconds.  The drawer closed and he walked back over to stand behind her.  She could feel the heat from his body against her naked back.  Then she felt something soft touch her throat and encircle her neck.  Another padlock snicked.  A collar!

“This collar marks you as mine,” he said.  “You will wear it at all times except in the shower, until the permanent one I commissioned for you is finished.”  He gazed at the collar encircling her neck, his mark of ownership.  It was made out of butter-soft leather, stained a dark, eggplant purple.  “Bend forward,” he instructed, feeling his mouth go dry as she draped herself over the contraption, a move that lifted her ass high in the air.  He moved around to stand in front of her and hunkered down, unclipping the chain that held her wrists together.  Pulling her left hand out to her side, he clipped the leather wrist cuff to the left front leg of the sawhorse.  He then did the same thing to her right hand.  As soon as she was bound, he reached up and palmed her pendulous breasts, lifting them toward him with his fingertips, then flicking his thumbs across her hardened nipples, a move that had her moaning and squirming her hips as pleasure zapped her clit.

Flames lanced her skin with every stroke of his fingertips, searing her with their heat, conquering her with his touch. Just when she thought she would be able to come from this alone, he stood up and withdrew his fingers, conquering her this time through total deprivation.  If she could have moved, she would have followed him, sought him out and grabbed his hands, urging him to place them back on her breasts.  Instead, she just slumped over the sawhorse, her breaths coming in harsh, sharp pants.  She didn’t hear him move around behind her, but she did hear him say, “Spread your legs.”

With a guttural groan, she shuffled her feet outward.

“Farther apart.  Good girl.”  He knelt behind her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her ass cheek as he secured her ankles to the rear legs of the sawhorse, leaving her bent over the padded device, splayed wide for his pleasure.  It was a position that put her ass high in the air and opened her labia, revealing both her swollen folds and the twinkling emerald ass jewel to his avid gaze.  Reaching up with both his hands, he began kneading and plumping and stroking her buttocks, smashing them together, pulling them apart over and over, staring at the sparkling green stone.  “I’m going to take you here, Leah.  Tonight.”

She gulped.  He was going to fuck her in the ass!  Just the thought made her belly clench, spilling more hot cream from her womb.  Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched around the smooth steel plug, making it wobble slightly.  Being ass-fucked was a thought that should have filled her with dread.  Yet it didn’t.  Just the opposite, in fact.  He had prepared her so well with the graduated plugs over the past few days, getting her accustomed to the feeling of pleasurable fullness they provided, she couldn’t wait to feel his cock slide into her opening and fill her entire channel. 
Holy crap! 
Did she just think that?
What was the matter with her?  How could she be looking forward to something so…dark?  So…unnatural?  So…
delicious
her mind supplied, and she shivered again.