McKenzie, Cooper - Taming Blaze [Club Esoteria 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“You’re real good,” he said when she reached the gate after twenty minutes of riding.

“I guess it’s like riding a bicycle. You never forget,” she said, her face sore from grinning for so long.

“Think you can handle a ride outside the ring?”

Though her backside was starting to grumble, Blaze nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

He turned his horse toward the opening in the fence then waited until she came up beside them. Only then did he nudge his horse into motion again. They headed away from the barn, behind the exercise ring, then toward the tree line a dozen yards away. Blaze saw an opening in the brush and figured that was their destination.

As they walked, Andy started asking questions again, as if he had memorized a first-date guide of conversation starters. Blaze was relieved he did, as it kept her from having to come up with questions of her own. While she wondered about the man, she also had yet to figure out where the boundary between first date, Dominant/submissive, and Blaze-is-being-too-nosy-for-her-own-good was. Instead of stumbling on a topic that might trip her up, she forced herself to only answer his questions then listen closely when he shared information about himself.

As they rode, she relaxed and focused more on the man beside her than where they were going or what was going on around them. Her attention was jerked back to what she was supposed to be doing when Leroy jerked the reins from her hands again then took off running down the path.

She squeaked in surprise as she grabbed the saddle horn with one hand and reached for the reins with the other. The thin leather strap draped over the horse’s neck was just out of her reach. Leroy picked up speed as he went along, until he was outright galloping through the woods.

“Andy, help!” she screamed, which only set Leroy to running even faster.

A long minute later, Jack caught up with them and eased just ahead. Andy reached over and took hold of Leroy’s reins. Once he had them firmly in hand, he slowed his horse, forcing Leroy to a stop as well.

As soon as the horses stopped, Andy was down off Jake. Before she knew what was happening, he had pulled her from Leroy’s back and hugged her tight. “Are you okay?”

Blaze melted at the strong, secure hug and could only nod her head up and down in response. She mewed a soft protest when he released her and took a step back. But he did not go far, just far enough to look her up and down to confirm her condition for himself.

Once he seemed satisfied she was in one piece, he closed the distance between them, this time with one hand sliding around the side of her neck. His touch encouraged her to lift her face, which she did, and she sighed when his lips came down on her.

The kiss went on and grew deeper until their tongues teased and tormented each other and breathing became an afterthought. Her pussy gushed cream, and her nipples grew painfully hard as they pressed into his chest. She slid her arms around his back to hold on as her knees went weak. She leaned into him and was grateful that he had the strength to hold them both up and steady.

When he lifted his head, she tried to follow to continue. Instead of kissing her again, he turned his head away to scout the small clearing where they had stopped. He stared at something behind her for a long time before releasing her and taking two steps back.

“Give me your bandana, kitten,” he said, his voice soft, but with that thread of dominance running through it that she remembered from Friday night.

Chapter 6

Kitten. He had called her kitten. The nickname he had gifted her with at the club sent a heated thrill through her, followed immediately by a cold chill.

She had never played BDSM games outside the club before. She may have been a little reckless in some areas of her life but this was not one of them. Though she hesitated giving in, the steady look in his eyes softened her defiance, but did not melt it completely.

“Sir?” she said as she dug the square cloth out of her back pocket but did not hand it over immediately. She needed answers first.

“Yes?”

“I don’t scene outside the club,” she said, dropping her face to stare at the toes of her sneakers.

Since she did not own a pair of boots without four-inch stiletto heels, Andy had approved her choice sneakers as an alternative. The flat shoes made her even more aware of how much bigger he was since he wore cowboy boots with a walking heel.

“Look at me, kitten,” he ordered gently then remained silent and still until she lifted her gaze to his face again.

As her eyes traveled up his body, she could not help but notice the prominent bulge pushing at the zipper of his jeans. So, she wasn’t the only one aroused by their ride. When she met his eyes, they were amber with heavy lids, again shouting he felt as wound up and needy as she did.

“I know you think
scening
only in the club is safe, but you take things too close to the edge of physically harming yourself. I won’t hurt you, and we won’t do anything you won’t like. But I want to push your boundaries in a different direction. I want to play out here while we’re alone. No one will see us except Leroy and Jack, and I promise they won’t say anything to anyone.”

Blaze debated with herself for a minute. On the one hand, he had not caused her harm to this point, and he had brought her more pleasure Friday night than she had ever felt before at the club. On the other hand, they were out in the woods alone, and if she allowed him to tie her up again, she would be at his mercy if he decided to get psycho on her. Would Mack hear her screams from the barn? Would he bother to come investigate?

Instead of answering, she swallowed hard and took a step back. Crossing her arms over her chest, she called up every bit of brash boldness within her.

“What do you want to do to me?”

Andy blinked and looked surprised for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

“Good girl, be cautious. What I want to do is blindfold you, and then maybe I’ll tie you facing that tree.” He pointed to a large crepe myrtle at the edge of the clearing with several trunks coming out of the ground close together. “After that, I’ll let my imagination take over.”

Blaze’s pussy clenched painfully tight as she thought of the possibilities. Excitement over being under Andy’s control in such a situation quickly overrode any fear of being alone with him. She felt certain he would never hurt her unless she asked for it. And today, after riding a horse and getting all wound up, she wanted, no, needed more of what he had given her Friday—gentle, sensual pleasure-play instead of pain.

Without another word, Blaze unfurled the bandana she still held, folded it diagonally, and rolled it into a long strip. Lifting the cloth to her face, she blindfolded herself in what she hoped Master Z would take as a sign of trust.

Once she dropped her arms to her sides, she froze. Though she knew there were no cliffs within many miles of where they stood, she still worried about falling off the edge of the world if she moved. She bit her lip as she listened, but did not hear Master Z move. She jumped when he ran a single fingertip across her lips. She sighed when that same finger traced down her neck, past her collarbone, and down her chest to the first closed button of her shirt centered between her breasts.

“Watching you ride made me wonder what you’re wearing under this,” he said in the soft, deep voice she was coming to recognize as his Dom voice.

“Just a bra,” she said with a half shrug. “Nothing impressive.”

“Oh, I don’t think anything about you is unimpressive,” he said.

She felt his fingers working the first button free then moving down her shirt, opening each one in turn until he reached the waistband of her jeans. Then cool fingers traced a line up from waistband up her belly to the front clasp of her bra.

“Uh-huh, easy access,” he murmured as he traced lines up either side of the plastic pieces that held her bra closed over the top of her breasts to the straps and then back down again.

Blaze smiled as he fumbled with the clasp. When she lifted her hands to open it herself, he pushed her hands away. “Arms by your sides, kitten.”

He did not move again until she had dropped her arms. Only then did he begin working at the plastic again. A few seconds later, the two pieces separated. Her breath caught when he pushed the cups out of his way and immediately claimed her nipples with callused fingertips.

She made a soft sound when warm, wet lips replaced the hand on her left breast. He suckled the tip, batted at it with his tongue, and nibbled gently before transferring the attention to her other breast. After giving it the same treatment, he stepped back, and she was alone again.

Her arousal was growing by the minute, even without Master Z’s touch, but fear of the unseen was there as well. “Sir?” she called when he did not touch her further.

“
Shhh
, kitten, it’s all right. I’m right here,” he whispered from behind her.

How had he gotten there without her hearing him move?

A long moment later, she felt his fingers part the hair down the back of her head and sweep it over her shoulders, baring the back of her neck. In the next seconds, he brushed lips and tongue and chin across the skin.

Until that moment, Blaze had never considered the back of the neck as an erogenous zone. Of course, no one before Master Z had ever paid any attention to that spot before. When he nibbled his way from her hairline down her spine, she shivered with the heat and electric need that pulsed through her, sending her hips to moving back and forth and weakening her knees. She arched her back, trying to move away and ease the powerful feeling that slammed through her, but an arm sliding around her middle and cupping one breast held her in place.

She began to moan, while at the same time gasping for breath as the combination of lips and tongue on her nape and hand playing with her breast shoved her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. But before she could fling herself over the edge into release, Andy pulled away again.

This time she whined as disappointment washed over her.

“Not yet, kitten. First, we’re going to walk to the tree so you have something to hold onto. Then maybe I’ll play some more.”

He sounded too happy, but Blaze did not fight him as he settled his hands on her shoulders and slowly guided her forward. She shuffled along, finding herself exhilarated by the many emotions battling for supremacy inside her, as well as the gut feeling that no matter what might happen, Master Z would not allow harm to come to her.

She trusted him.

That was a first for her. That was why she never
scened
outside the main room at Club Esoteria. She would not allow herself to trust the men she spent time with. But here she was, trusting a man who she knew little about, but who seemed to have only her best interests at heart.

With that realization, all of the muscles of her shoulders loosened and shed the tension that she considered normal when dealing with sex and men. A moment later, Master stopped her from walking any further.

“Arms up and out to the sides,” he said as he stepped away.

Though she was once again alone, this time she did not fear being alone because she knew he would not go far. The long, thick erection that pressed into her backside with each step they took assured her of that, as well as her gut instinct that said that as a Dom, he would never abandon her.

She heard a foot scuff in some leaves in front of her, and then he wrapped a hand around each of her wrists. He pulled her arms forward, and she felt the tree trunks against her arms as he brought her hands together. When she took a step forward in order to maintain her balance, he slapped the back of one hand.

“Don’t move, kitten.”

She stepped back again as he finished tying her wrists together with what felt like the bandana he had put in his pocket. When he stepped back again, she felt off balance and unsure whether she should lean against the tree trunks that brushed her shoulders or not.

Before panic could fully form, his hands took hold of her hips and pulled them back so that she was forced to move her feet back to maintain her balance. This move also pressed her shoulders into the tree trunks.

“Mmm, pretty,” he murmured. He licked at the back of her neck as his hands played with her exposed breasts just long enough to get Blaze breathing hard again. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Me?”

“No speaking unless you are answering a question,” he said, his tone now harsh. “You will not speak unless it is to beg me to tame all your wild ways by being your full-time and permanent Dom. Or to call red, which will end everything between us, and you will have to explain to Taurus what happened. Do you understand?”