Corporate Cowboy (24 page)

“Oh, one more thing,” he says, and blindfolds me again. He pulls the tie snug around my head. “Okay?”

I nod.

“Just like with the anal play, we’re going to take this slow.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I hear him take a deep breath and sigh. He moves up close behind me and rubs the flogger, I think, over my ass. He follows with the palms of his hands, smoothing them over my cheeks. He exhales hard, and I feel the heat of his breath on my back.

With a very light hand, he pulls the flogger across my shoulders and I shiver. At first right to left, then left to right. And again. The leather is soft, but I don’t doubt the sting it could give when applied in a specific way.

He steps back.

I wait but the swish of the flogger doesn’t come. I can’t see, but I feel Gage’s presence behind me, hear his even, heavy breathing, and I anticipate what those flicks of leather will feel like over my ass, at first soft and then growing greater and more intense, like he did to Amanda. I want to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that kind of intentional pleasure-pain. I need to know what it feels like.

I want to hear him get out of control, yell and scream and call me dirty names.

It doesn’t happen. Trying to give Gage the benefit of the doubt, I want to wait him out. I can’t. Is this a Dom thing? Control.

No. It’s never going to happen. He can’t do it and I am not only disappointed but scared. If he can’t do that, then…?

“Uncuff me, Gage,” I tell him. “Red. Stop. Now.”

After a moment, Gage unlatches the cuffs at my wrists. I push back the blindfold and turn to look at him. He stands there, the flogger in his right hand, his chest gleaming with sweat, his chest heaving. He looks sexy as hell and all I want is for him to devour me.

“You can do this, Gage.”

He shakes his head.

“Yes, you can.” I reach up and hook my fingers into the eye-hooks. “Just look into my eyes. Start slow, Gage. Please, Sir? Flog my breasts? I want to feel the leather sting my nipples.”

He slowly shakes his head, and whispers, “No.”

“I want to feel what it is like. I want to come hard. Just tease my tits with the leather and—”

“No!” Gage tosses the flogger at my feet.

Suddenly I feel almost as rejected as I did when I didn’t get picked for junior high school cheerleader.

“All right.” I pull my arms down and start across the room. “Dammit, Gage. I am not a fucking china doll.” Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he can’t do this.

Maybe I can’t. My sexual insecurities are getting the best of me.

“Emma, you have no idea what you are asking of me.”

I turn back, pulling on my shirt. “I know if Amanda asked you, you wouldn’t have had any trouble.”

“That’s different.”

I arch a brow. “Oh, really? How so.” I slip into my skirt and look for my shoes.

“I don’t love Amanda.”

“And you love me?”

He stares. “Yes. I do. I already told you that.”

“Then it hurts even more that you would do things to her to cause her pleasure that you won’t do to me. I can’t do this. Goodbye, Gage. I need to…”

I don’t know what I need or what I am feeling.
You are so sexually unsatisfying, Emma.
I find my shoes and put them on.

“Emma, please. Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I give him one last look. “You already have.”

Turning for the door, my heart is bursting. I no more want to step outside of it than I want to cut off my arm, but I can’t bear the thought of Gage needing more….

Of me wanting to give it, but him not thinking I can….

I hear a loud intake a breath behind me and turn around.

Gage is on his knees. “Emma, please. I’m begging you. Please do not walk out the door. Help me work through this. I can’t flog you. I can’t. I love you too damn much, and I don’t want to lose you…hurt you… I am so fucking scared right now of losing you.”

My heart is breaking. I take a step back toward him. “Gage, if you can’t do to me what you need to, if you can’t take that flogger and even barely flick it across my ass or my tits, then what happens when the time comes that you have this incredible urge to do so, and you can’t come to me? Where do you go? Back to Amanda? Because that’s what fucking scares me to death. I need to be what she was once for you. Not that you have to beat me or make marks on me…but I need to be your Amanda, Gage. I need to be what you need most. I need to know I satisfy you in every way.”

“You do satisfy me, Emma,” he whispered. “I don’t need to flog you in order to feel satisfied.”

He sits back on his knees, his head in his hands. I push away from the door and go to him, kneeling in front of him and pulling his face up to look at mine. I wipe the tears from his eyes and kiss his lips.

“I can’t,’ he says. “Don’t ask me.”

“Gage, I love you. I need for you to love me in the way you know best. I need to know I can give you what you need. And I need to know that I am the only one you are ever going to need. Because if none of that is true, then I need to go now.”

His eyes search mine. I’m still holding his face in my hands. And I feel incredibly good about the fact that he has not pushed me away.

I rise and kick my shoes off. Slowly, I push my skirt off again, unbutton and shrug out of my shirt. I grasp his hands and pull him to his feet, then reach for the flogger on the floor and hand it back to him.

“If it’s easier to start with your hand, then do that,” I tell him.

Then I turn toward the saddle spanking bench and drape myself over it, close my eyes, and wait.

After a moment, I feel Gage’s approach. His right hand barely skims my right ass cheek and he rubs over me tenderly, caressingly. He trails his fingers down my thigh a few inches and then snakes back up between my legs. He spreads me a little, pushes two fingers up inside me, and then withdraws with an agonizingly slow speed.

I huff out a breath at the pleasure and try to spread wider for him.

Then at once, I feel a pop! Gage slaps my right cheek. I moan and brace myself for the next one. Pop! He rubs it out and again, I wait.

His fingers plunge inside me again and stroke, and then simultaneously I feel another sharp slap. I realize he’s working both hands now, one penetrating me and the other spanking. With each sharp slap, my arousal heightens and I moan.

“Are you all right, Emma?” he croaks.

“Green. Green.”

He continues stroking and slapping and then he stops. Nothing.

“Stay there. Stay still,” he says. I stay put, waiting, anticipating…

He starts softly with the flogger, swishing it across my thighs, underneath my buttocks. He flicks a little harder occasionally, leaving me with a slight sting. He moves higher, flipping the leather strings against my ass, and I jerk with the sharp tickle as the leather pieces inch closer to my pussy.

I quake with need and want to come. I’m amazed at the speed at which he is flicking the flogger over me, sending me into a wall of frenzy.

“My God, your pussy is dripping,” Gage says. “Emma, that is so fucking hot.”

The flogger is suddenly gone. Gage slaps my ass again and drops to his knees behind me. Instantly, his mouth is in my pussy, lapping at my juices. An instant orgasm punches through me and crashes through my body. I moan and shout his name. “Gage, Gage….”

I am spent. Languid. Draped over the saddle and loving the feel of the soft leather against my tits and tummy. Then Gage stands and grasps my hips, shoving his dick up my pussy, and yells.

I can’t believe he’s so hard again, this soon. The man is definitely unquenchable, and he is all mine.

“You are fucking mine, you blond cunt. I love spanking your ass and making you come. I love fucking you from behind and watching your pussy drip all over my dick. I want to fuck your asshole and come in every hole you have. You are fucking mine! Do you hear that? No one else’s. You are fucking mine!”

He groans and comes, pushing so hard into me I fear we’ll topple the bench. But I am so pleased, so satisfied, feel so possessed and…loved.

“Ah, goddamn, Emma…” He pounds with short rapid strokes finishing off his orgasm and then falls over me on the bench.

After a moment, I whisper, “I’m sorry I had to force your hand.”

“I’m glad you did. You may have to do that from time to time.”

I smile. “Gladly.”

His breathing is heavy in my ear, but I hear very clearly when he says, “I goddamn fucking love you, Emma Lavender. Please, please do not ever leave me.”

I smile and reach for one of his hands. “You have a potty mouth.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“But my blond cunt loves it,” I reply. “And I love you.”

“Marry me.”

I hesitate only a second. “Yes.”

Gage pushes back and pulls me up off the saddle, turning me to face him. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Gage kisses me and we stumble backward onto the bed. I giggle and realize he is hard again, and that I want him again, just as much and maybe more.

Flipping over onto my back, I spread my legs wide and push my middle finger into my still dripping pussy.

“How may I please you, Sir?”

Epilogue

“So, what did your family say?”

Emma got up from the sofa in Gage’s office and laid her notebook on the table. She’d been making preliminary plans for the wedding, trying to decide if the ballroom would be a big enough venue, considering all of Gage’s family and hers.

Gage looked up from his computer. “My mother cried. My father wanted to know where I’ve been hiding you. And my sister wanted to know what you looked like. What did your family say?”

“Well, my mother is having a hissy-fit because the wedding is not going to be in Charlotte. I tried to explain to her why it’s impossible to have the wedding there. Besides, I live here now, and here is where I am going to stay.”

Gage nodded. “Hm.”

“Daddy wanted to know if your ranch was one of those places where middle-aged men with midlife crises go to play cowboy. I assured him it wasn’t.”

“Dude ranch. Ah, no….”

“My brother said, ‘Cool.’ Anyway, I didn’t know you had a sister.”

Gage turned away from the computer and caught her eye. “I do. She lives in Seattle, and she’s coming home in two weeks. Her name is Olivia and she’s a dancer. I’m sure she is going to be thrilled to meet you.”

Emma smiled. “I can’t wait to meet her! And when do I meet your parents?”

Shrugging, Gage said, “They’re coming tonight for dinner. Their ranch is just twenty minutes away.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Oh, and then there is my little brother, Murphy. He’s up in McKenna land though. But he and his new wife, Callie, will definitely be at the wedding.”

“McKenna land?”

“More family. My dad’s brother’s side. Their ranch is closer to Yellowstone.”

Emma just stared at him. “For a man who didn’t want to talk about family, you sure have a passel of ‘em.”

He laughed. “That I do. Running yet?”

Emma nudged Gage’s chair with her hip and then sat in his lap. “Never, cowboy. I’m in for the long haul, Sir.”

Gage leaned in for a kiss. “I’m going to ask Cole tonight to be my best man.”

Smiling, Emma said, “Oh perfect! He and my best friend Jess will make the cutest wedding party couple!”

“I don’t understand.”

“Maid of Honor. They’ll look great together.”

Gage shook his head. “I still don’t understand.”

Emma laughed. “You don’t have to, cowboy, I’ll handle it. All you need to do is show up and bring the rings.”

Gage pushed Emma off his lap and stood up. “Oh, that’s right.” He pulled something out of his pocket, got down on one knee, and opened a small black box. “Officially now, will you marry me, Emma Lavender? I promise to love and control and pleasure you forever.”

Emma grinned, and Gage reached for her hand. As he pushed the engagement ring on her finger, she said, “As you wish, Sir.”

THE END

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