Sandy Sullivan (17 page)

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Did she know how a tear-stained face could pull at
the heart of a Dom? Was she manipulating him like the other women he known? He
didn't think so. Elizabeth had an open and honest face. She had the need to
please that went deep into the soul of a natural submissive even if she also
had the personality of a highly intelligent and decisive woman who knew her
mind.

"All better now."

"May I speak, Sir?"

"You have a question, Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Sir.
Even though I didn't like the punishment of the hard spanking, I don't see how
something so painful can be erotic?"

"Remember the flogger?"

"Yes, Sir."

"It stung when I used it on you, but after
awhile, the pain turned into a pleasure so strong you couldn't help but float
with the feelings. An erotic spanking does very much the same thing."

"I don't think I want to find out."

"You don't have a choice in the matter,
sweetheart, but we won't be trying it tonight. Your bottom will be very sore
for a day or two." He lifted her off his legs and lay down spread out on
the coverlet. "Ride me, Elizabeth. I want your pussy wrapped around
me."

She crawled up to straddle his hips and lowered her
pussy down onto his shaft. The length of him slid into her quivering depths in
a slow glide.
God,
It
feels good.

"Fuck me like you love me."
Where the hell did that come from?

"I do Marcus. God, help me I do."

Oh, hell.
This isn't good. She's not supposed to
fall in love with me.
"Elizabeth?"

"Forget
I said that. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I love being with you.
Nothing more."

"All
right."

After
a moment, she rocked her hips, rubbing her clit across his pelvic bone. He
reached down between them to thumb the hardening little nub, earning a low moan
from her lips. Her hands did a little danced over his nipples, pulling a groan
from his lips. "I love when you play with my nipples. They are sensitive
like yours. You can suck them." She leaned down and ran her tongue over
his left one. His cock pulsed inside her. "Bite them." Her teeth
nipped at one and then the other. "God, you're so sexy."

When
she sat back up, he palmed her breasts and pulled down so he could suck on
hers. He loved her breasts. A good handful was the best size for him. She
continued to ride him in shallow strokes as he sucked first one, then the
other. He released her breasts to grasp her butt cheeks in his hands, earning a
squeak when he lightly smacked her sore butt.

"Mmm."

"Like
some pain with your pleasure, do you?"

"Yes,
Sir."

"Good.
Lean back and brace your hands on my thighs."

With
her hands back, her whole pussy and clit were open to his touch. A sharp slap
of his fingers against her engorged clit would bring her the pain he felt she
craved even if she wasn't aware of it. Two quick whacks
ramped
her up to a quivering mass of energy surrounding his aching cock. Her pussy
fluttered around him, squeezing to almost painful proportions.

"Your
pussy is grasping me so
hard,
it feels like you're
going to snap me in two."

"I'm
sorry, Sir."

"Don't
be. I love it. Clamp down on me again."

He
groaned when she squeezed her muscles around him so tight he thought the top
would blow off his cock. With his feet under him, he met her downward thrusts,
bringing her to the
brink,
her body was coated with a
fine sheen of sweat as she tried desperately to hold back her orgasm. He
reached for her clit, rubbing one side like he realized she liked it best.
"Come for me, Elizabeth." Her hair brushed his thighs when she threw
back her head to scream out with her orgasm. Her pussy milked him to the point
his own orgasm washed over him like the backward flow of water during a tsunami
without any regard to the destruction the water would cause. The drowning
sensation clouded his mind and heart while he tried to keep her from becoming
such a part of him, he couldn't function without her near. Falling in love
wouldn't do. He couldn't get involved with her on the level of love. It just
wouldn't work. Seeing each other for a weekend romp was one thing. But relationships
where two people didn't see each other for long periods of time were doomed. He
knew this from experience.

Chapter Ten

"I
have to go home, Marcus. Dad has work for me to do at the ranch,"
Elizabeth said, stroking the hair on his chest between her fingers.

"You
can stay until tomorrow can't you?"

"No.
I really can't. I'm sure Dad is already planning a wedding between us with how
much time we've spent together the last couple of days."

"Well,
we can't have that now, can we?" They both laughed but it sounded hollow
even to him.

She
sighed and sat up to pull on her clothes. "We can get together again before
I leave, right?"

"Sure.
I think my schedule will be free although I can't say for sure. Sick animals
are sick animals."

"I
know. Your practice comes first. I hope Dad can figure out what's killing his
cattle soon. He can't afford to lose anymore."

"He
really should send a tissue sample from one of them to a lab if he can.
Something doesn't smell right with this whole thing."

"How
about coming out to the house for dinner one night?"

"I
would love to."

"Good.
What about tomorrow evening?"

"You've
got a date, darlin'."

She
shivered and he smiled. "I love when you call me that. It's such a cowboy
thing. Did I ever tell you I'm not into cowboys?"

He
laughed and pulled her back down next to him. "No. Why don't you tell me
why you don't like us
cowpokes.
"

"It's
not you. You aren't a hardcore cowboy, but I've usually been attracted to men
in business suits."

"Ah.
This is why the tuxedo thing turned you on."

"Well,
yes and no. I'm attracted to the man in the tuxedo, which you'll need to put on
sometime so I can take it off you." She leaned in to kiss him.

So, my little minx is forceful at
times too.

"I've
realized the men in business suits are a cover for what I really want."

"Oh?"

"Yes,
a man who takes control but still allows me to be me."

"Ah."

"You're
that man, Marcus."

"Don't
get tied up with me, Elizabeth. What you're feeling is gratefulness to a Dom
who introduced you what the lifestyle means to a submissive.
Nothing
more."

"No,
it's more. I want you in my life, but we can't really have this conversation
now. I need to get moving."

"Think
about this before you say something or do something you'll regret later. What
if you meet someone in Billings?"

"I
know what I want. I want you." She jumped to her feet to finish dressing.
"I'm not talking about love, Marcus, just getting to know you better when
we can get together," she said, snapping her blouse while he watched from
the bed. "We can see where things go from here. I'm tired of waiting for
what I need. You give me what I desire. I think there could be something more
between us, but I don't want to push you. If you don't feel the same, say so
now."

"I
like you a lot, Elizabeth. You're beautiful, smart, funny, sexy-as-hell and you
do for me what many women haven't been able to. You let me be me. You're open
to what I can teach you in your sexuality. I think it's gorgeous. We can
continue to explore this D/s
relatoinship
until we're
both satisfied, but I don't want you to think there will be anything beyond
that."

She
looked up and smiled, her eyes twinkling in the light of the room. "Good.
We're on the same page then. If I don't see you before, I'll see you at Dad's
tomorrow evening for dinner."

"You
bet!" Her eyes wandered over his body as he stood from the side of the
bed.

"Such
temptation."

"For
you, but you must go, remember?"

"I
know, but I want to touch."

"No
touching. Off you go," he said swatting her on the jean-clad butt.

"Spoiled-sport."

"You've
earned ten swats for your smart remark, young lady."

"Damn
it!"

"Shall
I make it fifteen?"

"No,
Sir. My lips are sealed, Sir."

She
snapped off a smart salute and disappeared quickly around the corner of his
room before he could swat her behind again. Her mouth would get her into
trouble, but he wasn't quite sure if she was looking for ways to get spanked.

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Hot,
tired and thirsty, Elizabeth dismounted from her horse with a groan. She hadn't
sat on a horse for hours on end in years. Her poor thighs were screaming at her
for the tortured they'd endured today.
Poor Marcus.
I won't
be able to spread my legs for him.
She giggled at the thought.

"What
are you laughing about?" her father asked with a grin. "You look like
you're walking bowlegged and you're laughing about it?"

"I
think it's funny, Dad. I'm so sore I can hardly walk."

They
shared their laughter as he helped her walk to the porch and slide into the
rocker. "I'll get the horses put away. You rest cowgirl."

"Thanks,
Dad."

Marcus'
truck rumbled up the driveway right on time and she rolled her eyes. She hadn't
even had a chance to shower yet. The smell of sweat, horses and dirt permeated every
part of her body. Lord, would she be attractive to him right now.

"Hey,
darlin'," he said, leaning over to give her a kiss. "Been out all day?"

"Yes,
and I hate to burst your bubble, but there won't be any sex tonight. I can't
spread my legs."

"Oh,
poor baby.
How about if I rub some great liniment
I have at my place into those sore muscles?"

He
rubbed his palm on her thigh and she groaned in pain. "I don't think I can
move from this chair to even shower. I smell awful."

"You
smell like hard work, woman. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, I happen
to think sweat, animals and dirt is sexy."

She
laughed. "You would."

"I
can help you shower," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'm
sure you'd love to do it too."

"You
bet!"

"Hey
Marcus.
I didn't realize you were coming over," her
father said, stepping up onto the porch.

"Elizabeth
didn't tell you she invited me to dinner?"

"Oops."

"No
problem. We can set another plate."

The
spray of gravel announced the arrival of Cade and Natalie.

"We've
got a houseful tonight."

"Are
you sure it's not problem?" Marcus asked.

"Not
at all.
We always have tons of leftovers anyway," she
replied, waving to Natalie coming up the stairs behind him.

"Marcus.
It's nice to see you. We've missed you coming over for dinner," Natalie
said, giving him a hug.

"Elizabeth
has been keeping me busy when I'm not at the office."

"Has
she now?
Interesting."

"Shut
up, Nat," Elizabeth snapped. "Don't butt in."

"I'm
not!
Geez."

"
Heya
brother.
How are things with
you? I haven't seen you since I've been home and it's almost time for me to
leave."

"You've
been busy, sister-dear and you haven't been over for dinner either."

"Yeah,
well I've been working the cattle with Dad and entertaining Marcus."

"So
I hear." Cade's gaze shifted between her and Marcus before stopping on
their father. "So what's this I hear there were toxic levels of nitrates
in the water sample?"

"Yes.
I wish I knew how they got there."

"I
asked Elizabeth if you had any enemies who might want to poison your herd, but
she said no," Marcus said. "Can you think of anyone?"

"Not
me," Mitchell replied.

"What
if they were out to hurt someone close to you through you?"