Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
isaac
The girl knows how to tie a knot. I’ll give her that. After stripping me completely naked, and taking her sweet time doing so, she uses the reins in the way I’d hoped she would. Hands bound behind my back, cock at full mast, I watch her and wait.
She chews her lower lip, thinking. Silently evaluating every inch of me from my mouth to my fully erect dick.
“Do I pass inspection?”
She trails her index finger down my chest, slowly, purposefully. Her nails are short and blunt, squared off and covered with red polish so dark it’s almost purple.
“I was expecting more tattoos.”
I have the lower half of a sleeve completed on my right arm and the ranch’s brand on my chest.
“You’d have to tell me your name for me to add it to my art.”
She smiles seductively. “That’s okay. I doubt you’ll have any trouble remembering me.”
Her confidence is as sexy as that perfect ass. The swells of smooth breasts overflow from her tank top. The urge to bury my face in every part of her is very real.
And getting harder not to act on. Speaking of harder, my dick could bust through a plate glass window.
Which is why my heart nearly breaks when she kisses me softly on the cheek and says, “I need a shower.”
My knees threaten to buckle. “I would offer to help but—” I jerk my chin over my shoulder toward my bound hands.
Her lips lift on one side. “That’s okay, cowboy. You can still watch.”
She walks toward the bathroom, pauses at the clawfoot tub, then moves to turn the spray on in the shower.
“Removable showerhead. Very helpful.”
A growl escapes from my chest. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Her sly grin turns to a bright blinding smile. “And why not?”
Doing my best to warn her with my eyes, I narrow them on her. “When you come, it’s going to happen in one of two places tonight.”
She tilts her head like a confused puppy. “The shower isn’t one of them?”
“Unless you’re riding my tongue or my cock in the shower, no, it’s not.”
Heat flashes like lightning in those dark eyes. Got her.
I step close enough my erection bumps her hip. “Why the shower, spitfire? Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous on me now.”
She bites her lower lip. Suddenly the confident woman’s expression resembles that of a vulnerable little girl.
“It’s been a long day. I flew here a few hours ago. Had a layover. I just need to freshen up at least before we . . . you know.”
She pulls some toiletry items from a medium-sized black leather bag. I glance at the lavender scented body wash as she sets it on the counter.
“You know what I like pussy to taste like?”
Those eyes of hers widen.
“Pussy,” I clarify, before leaning in to kiss her sweet mouth. To demonstrate, I lick her lips slowly, suck them gently in my mouth then bite down just a little on the bottom one.
“I’m about to dirty you up, spitfire. Thoroughly. But if you want to get clean first, be my guest.”
She’s torn, I can see that. Can feel it when she drags her tongue along mine. But I know women and women like to feel sparkly and immaculate before they let a man get intimately acquainted with all the sweetest parts of them. So, I step back.
“Get to it, dirty girl. Your time to be in control of these reins is running out.”
With that, she strips quickly and practically leaps into the shower.
Leaning on the counter with my bare ass against cold marble, I watch as she starts soaping up.
Fuuuck.
I can’t say I’ve ever watched a woman shower before.
Damn sure never while stark naked with my hands tied tightly behind my back. I can’t even stroke my dick for relief.
To her credit, she does seem to be washing quickly. But her perfect ass is still going to pay for making me wait.
It’s the most divine form of torture.
She washes her hair, then uses a loofah type deal all over her body and shaves her legs. I have the oddest impulse to break these fucking reins and get in there to wash her hair and every inch of her body for her. My eyes track her every movement as she squeezes lush tits while rinsing them.
When she removes the shower-head and runs it between her legs, every ounce of blood I possess flows to my cock. I’m in very real danger of passing out.
“Careful, spitfire,” I warn when she lets it linger just a little too long.
A small whimper escapes. She pretends I don’t exist, but I catch a few little peeks over her shoulder to make sure I’m watching. Same as she did on the bull earlier.
When she turns the water off, I’m almost sad the show is over. She covers herself with a towel and moves past me to reach for some lotion.
After she dries off, I learn the show is not over at all. I’m entranced, completely under her spell as she slathers lotion and some type of oil everywhere.
“If you untie me, I can help,” I offer.
Her eyes meet mine. “You’re about to help plenty, cowboy. Get on your knees.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kneeling is a great idea since I do need to thank the gods of one night stands for bringing this perfect woman to me tonight.
I drop to my knees and look up just in time to see her beautiful bare cunt come toward my face. She lifts one leg onto my shoulder, and past the scent of the lotion and oil she used, I smell the unique scent of her need.
It makes my mouth water.
“Kiss me sweetly, cowboy,” she commands. “Until I ask for more.”
I do as I’m told, placing soft gentle kisses across her puffy pouty pussy. I wish like hell I had my hands free to spread and taste her more thoroughly. Before I can voice my desires, she uses her hands to spread herself open for me.
“That’s a good girl,” I mumble, just before letting my tongue tease her sweet pink slit. “Thank you.”
She whimpers again. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you.”
Not yet. But soon.
I wish I could see her facial expressions, but her sounds will have to be my guide. And guide me they do.
I violate every inch of her sensitive flesh until my tongue aches.
When she’s close to orgasm, I back down a little.
But I keep kissing her inner thighs, her mound, her swollen twitchy clit.
When I open-mouth kiss her just above her slit, letting my tongue tease her opening once more, she cries out.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“No stopping, got it.”
What motherfucker could ever stop eating this perfect pussy when she clearly enjoys it this immensely? Not this guy.
I flatten my tongue, licking her more firmly now from slit to clit. Up and down, over and over. When I suck her entire pussy into my mouth, she jerks, then leans back on the counter behind her for support.
“Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod,” she cries.
I take that to mean she likes the sucking.
She’s vulnerable right now, edged to the point of coming if I breathe hard on her. So I use that moment to get the truth out of my mystery woman.
“Tell me what you want, dirty girl. Tell me everything you want me to do to you tonight.”
I swirl around her clit, collecting her juices on my tongue just before I plunge it as deep as I can get inside her honeyed opening.
Her body jolts forward, shoving her cunt harder against my face.
“I want you to fuck me. Hard. Everywhere. Make me come, make it hurt. Then make it feel so fucking good. Then make it hurt again. All night long.”
I might have to rethink my policy of one night only.
“Please,” she adds.
Fuck. I might have to marry this woman so I can do this every day for the rest of my life.
Her thighs clench around my head and she’s riding my face like an animal possessed. Her pussy clenches on my tongue and she’s there, but she’s struggling to let go all the way.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let go on my tongue. I need it, baby.”
I stab my tongue inside her once more, focusing on the delicious taste of her instead of freaking the hell out because I have never in my life called a woman baby or any other term of endearment for that matter—unless calling my sister-in-law city girl counts, which it doesn’t because she’s family—when my beautiful mystery woman comes.
Hard.
So fucking hard.
Her orgasm is slow and drawn out, causing her to tense and buck against my tongue, mewling low like an animal in pain. Or in heat.
She’d been needing that for a while then.
I can’t wait to find out what else she needs.