Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (18 page)

He pushed into her, and she felt him tense. He swelled inside her, twitched, and then he moaned, a deep, throaty, and thoroughly male sound of pleasure. Her pussy was still out of her control, pulsing and contracting around him. She wanted that anyway. Wanted him to empty his balls inside her until there was nothing left and no pleasure untaken.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, stilling her swing. Still inside her, he held her that way until the last throes of her orgasm faded. Even then, she felt as if her skin was electrified. His body made her feel safe, and so did the leather of the collar around her throat.
His. It tells everyone I’m his. As if the fact that he’s fucking me isn’t enough.

He pulled out of her, moved to her side, and leaned over to kiss her.

“Yours,” she said.

“Mine, indeed.”

“I won’t look, I promise. But did people watch?”

“I don’t know. I was looking only at you. When you came, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Or heard. Or felt.”

“Sorry about the screaming.”

“I love making you scream.” He grinned widely. “And even though I didn’t look, I am absolutely sure people watched.”

If she’d seen a suspended woman sucking cock and being fucked like that, she knew she’d watch. She grinned back, feeling certain he was right. Yet as she played his words back she realized the important thing was that he was watching and liked what he saw. It made her feel beautiful.

He stroked her cheek. “Time to take you down,” he said. “I don’t want to make you late for your departure.”

That was right. She had to leave. The reminder took her down in an entirely different sense. She smiled slightly at the thought that he’d see her in a week—and then sighed as a week seemed entirely too long. But they both had to work, and live. A week would have to do. And she would have to come back down to earth, literally and figuratively.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked.

He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up before answering. While he untied her, he told her about his work as a fixer of almost everything that could be found in a house. He undid the center tie first and then her legs, gently holding her as he returned her to a standing position. He asked about her work as he worked on the rest of the knots and listened with more interest than she thought the topic deserved as she told him about the exciting world of advertisement copy writing. Soon she was telling him anecdotes about some of the odder ad campaigns she had worked on, and he was telling her about some of his more difficult customers.

It wasn’t sexy, but it somehow made all of what they’d done seem more real, more attached to the world. When he’d undone the last knot, she pressed up against him, and he wrapped his hands around her. She wore nothing but the collar, without even rope to distract people from her nakedness, but in his arms, she felt safe and warm and cared for.

He squeezed her tightly. “Would you keep the collar for me? So that you can wear it again, when I see you this weekend?”

She smiled. To have something of him was perfect. Exactly what she needed. He was very good at figuring out what she needed. “Yes, please.” She snuggled up and then added, “Sir,” for no other reason than because it felt good to say. Then she wondered if he meant she should wear it all the time. “I can’t wear it at work.”

“Of course. Well, maybe some work places, but not most.”

Emma spotted Valerie standing in the corner. Valerie had her bags with her. Diego had followed her gaze apparently, because he said, “Looks like it’s about time for you to go.”

She nodded. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” He let go of her.

“Would you stay while I get dressed and packed?”

He grinned, and scooped her up without warning. “Yep. I’ll come back for my rope and such.” He carried her out the room as if she weighed almost nothing. “I’ll have her back and dressed in just a moment,” he told Valerie.

Valerie grinned. “I’m perfectly willing to have her naked in the car.”

Emma blushed. It felt good knowing that people liked her naked body. Maybe that was part of why she liked being played with in public. She shrugged. She didn’t have to have it figured out, to know it was okay, or to know that Diego made it better than okay.

She wanted to linger over getting ready, but she didn’t. They took time for a last hug and kiss, but all too soon she found herself in the car, heading back toward Philly with Valerie singing along to Lady Gaga. It all felt like a dream. But each time it didn’t seem real enough, she took a hand off the steering wheel and touched the steel ring of her collar. It was solid, like Diego. She smiled.

“So what does that mean?” asked Valerie.

“I don’t know yet,” replied Emma. “But I’m looking forward to finding out.”

Chapter Seven

Emma knelt in the middle of her living room on top of a cushion from the sofa, her bottom supported by a small pillow on top of that. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. It was beating so hard.

The three months since her time at Bondage Ranch with Diego had been wonderful. They got together on weekends, at either her place or his, and the weekdays couldn’t pass quickly enough for Emma. Now he was on his way and should be arriving any moment.

She wore nothing but his leather collar and a pair of strappy black high-heeled sandals she’d bought a few days before and had decided looked great. She’d always dressed to blend in. Now she was discovering that she really liked looking good. Partly, it was the way it made Diego’s eyes light up.
But mostly it’s for me. I’m awfully selfish for a submissive
. She had wondered for a while if that was okay or if there was something wrong with that. But Diego had assured her he liked her the way she was.
Submissive doesn’t mean weak, and it doesn’t mean not fulfilling my desires. It just means I love doing the things my Master tells me to do.

And right that moment, what Diego had asked her to do was to kneel and wait for him, starting at eight o’clock that Friday night. No one was watching to see if she was cheating, and she could easily have scampered to the cushion the moment she’d heard him knock, or at the sound of him in the hall outside her apartment. Or at the turn of his key. She’d given him one several weekends before. She’d considered waiting, because kneeling wasn’t easy on her knees, and he might want her there for a while after he arrived. He’d never know. But something in her made her wait as directed anyway. Maybe she wanted to prove to herself that as much as she enjoyed being watched, that wasn’t all there was to her submission.

If he caught me running to my place, he might spank me for it
. That was almost reason to do it. But she wasn’t a brat. If he wanted to spank her, he’d spank her. He didn’t need an excuse. And he always found things to do with her without her provoking him. The look on his face when she did exactly as he asked was reward enough.

And soon she’d have it. She watched the door and took deep breaths. A lot could go wrong on a Friday with some of his driving during rush hour. She couldn’t wait a whole hour, if it took that long. Her knees wouldn’t be able to take that.
Maybe I should give them a rest now and just stand right near the cushion. But that’s not what he asked me to do.

She waited, and the seconds ticked away. She’d taken her watch off. He liked to be the one to worry about what time it was. But the clock she had hung over the television said it was a few minutes after eight.

Then she heard his key in the lock. She was surprised she hadn’t heard his feet in the hall. But that was most definitely the sound of a key.
What if someone’s trying to break in?
She dismissed the thought as silly and put it down to her nervousness. She arched her back and parted her legs slightly.
Come in, Master, look at me
. She had time for that much, but she didn’t think she’d have managed to finish if she’d tried to wait to kneel until she’d heard him.

Then the door opened, and Diego stood there. He was wearing tight black jeans that hugged his muscular legs, and a pressed white shirt with the top two buttons open. He looked good enough to eat. But best of all, a smile lit up his face just the way she wanted it to.

He walked slowly across the room. She licked her lips in anticipation. As much as she liked to be watched, she knew he liked to be alone with her. Him watching was more than enough to satisfy her kink. Maybe they’d go out to a club later that weekend, or maybe they’d stay in the bedroom and order in pizza. It was his decision. Just the way they both liked it.

As she stared at him, she realized he was getting erect, watching her. No wonder he was walking slowly. It was wonderful to have that effect on a man, just from kneeling and waiting. At last he stood in front of her. She reached up, putting her hands on the top button of his jeans. Then she looked up at him.

“May I, Sir?”

“You may.”

She pulled the buttons away. As usual, he wore no underwear, and his thick, hard cock sprang out and came to rest in her hands. She smelled his maleness, then pulled him a few inches closer and leaned forward to flick her tongue across the tip. She squeezed, and a tiny bead of precum formed. The first weekend after Bondage Ranch, he’d taken them both to a clinic to get tested. The results hadn’t been ready until after the weekend at his place. This time, they both knew they didn’t need anything between them. She flicked her tongue again and tasted his saltiness.

She wanted more. Gripping the shaft in her fist, she held it so that she could take the rest of him in her mouth without fear of triggering her gag reflex. She slid her mouth up and down on his cock, moving her hand in rhythm with it. He wrapped some of her hair in his hand and then pulled her forward.

Someday maybe I won’t need the hand to set a limit. Maybe
. His groan of pleasure was enough confirmation that she didn’t need to be able to take all of him to give him pleasure. She hoped he wouldn’t stop her. She looked up. He couldn’t read her unless he could see her expression. Did he understand that this time she wanted to be able to take him to completion, to taste his orgasm in her mouth? She wasn’t sure she understood why she wanted that, herself.
Because I can. Because we can.

She licked along the underside, not wanting to seem in a rush. But she
was
in a rush. She wanted to tell him that his pleasure could come first. Maybe that should be up to him? But it was in the end. She didn’t think she was a bad submissive, just because she was trying to send a signal, or provide some input. He could stop her if he wanted to. Or make her finish. The thought made her grin. Wouldn’t that be hot.

Suddenly he dropped his key ring on the floor. Maybe she’d just gotten to him so much he hadn’t remembered to hold on. She moved back to ask, and his hand tightened in her hair. The signal was clear. He wanted his cock to stay in her mouth.
Mmm.

“Pick the keys up with your left hand.”

A little distraction. She looked for them, spotted them, and picked them up. She tried to hand them to him.

“No. Hold them. When your mouth is full, you need something to drop as a safe word. If you drop the keys, I’ll know you want me to stop.” His hand loosened on her hair. “Nod once if you understand.”

She bobbed on his cock.

“I should have had you nod five times.”

She didn’t need any more encouragement to resume. His grip on her hair tightened again, and now he settled the other hand. He pushed her down, matching the rhythm she was establishing, not letting her pull back even if she wanted to. He rocked his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth. All she had to do now was keep her lips tight around him and suck. He did the rest, controlling her, fucking her mouth.

He knows what he needs
. She gripped the keys tightly. There was no way she was going to drop them by accident, even though the metal dug into her hands.

She felt his cock swell and knew he was close. She gripped the keys tighter. Soon he came, spurting into her mouth, burning her throat like whiskey. She inhaled his musky scent and savored his strong salty taste. Then there was more, and she swallowed until he was done, then licked his shaft to get every last drop. Someday she’d do it with an audience, if he wanted her to, but she didn’t need anyone but him. It was enough to know he was watching and feeling. And the fact that he could, if he wanted to, make her do it in a club as well as at home, or even out at the woods on Bondage Ranch, turned her on. She was available to him, in every way.

The grip on her hair loosened. She leaned back gradually, in case he wanted to stop her, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “Did I please you?” she asked, looking up at him. She didn’t really doubt it, and her smirk no doubt betrayed her. She liked to hear him say it.

“You pleased me very much. Wasn’t what I intended when I got here, but it was irresistible.”

She grinned. She turned her hand up and offered him her keys. As he took them from her hand, she was struck by an unhappy thought. “Was I topping from below?” She knew that was supposed to be bad. And she didn’t want to be in control, because it felt so good when he was.

“No. You were communicating. And being an inspiration. My little treasure was most definitely not topping from below.”

She smiled.

He hooked his finger in the ring of her collar and tugged lightly. Stepping back, he made room for her to stand on the floor in front of the cushion. She rose, trying to be graceful, and stood in front of him.

“Present, little treasure.”

She knew what he wanted. They’d worked out a code, a few words to tell her how to stand, how to kneel. Even in private, he did everything with an eye to how things looked, which was just what she needed. He could usually indicate what position to take with a gesture, as well. It was like practicing a dance.
When
—if, at his pleasure, she corrected—
we go to a club, I will be as beautiful as any jewelry
. She put her hands behind her head, the gesture lifting her chest and thrusting it out. She separated her feet, giving him access to her body.