9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
J ared surveyed his handiwork on the back porch the next morning.
The loungers were set up, food laid out, now all he needed was Angie.
They only had a few days left and then she’d leave.
He wanted her to stay. A first for him. When he made this agreement with her, he never expected to find a woman who would relish his control.
He walked into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee.
As he mounted the stairs to wake her, he realized he didn’t know a lot about her life. Today, he would fix that.
Angie had to have her morning coffee, and he had no problem taking it to her. Inside her bedroom, he crossed to the bed and waved the coffee under her nose. She stretched but didn’t open her eyes.
“Morning, sweetness.” He brushed a kiss over her soft lips.
“Morning.” Her eyes opened and she pushed herself up as he straightened. He placed the mug in her outstretched hand.
“ Mmm ,” she purred as she blew on the coffee before taking a sip. “I love waking up this way.”
Jared’s heart leapt. Love. The word echoed in his head. Women had told them they loved him before, only to walk away when they couldn’t handle his brand of sex. But Angie was different, he reminded himself. The past week and a half told him that. She didn’t balk at anything he wanted to try.
There were only a few things she refused to do a second time.
One was using the cane; she agreed to try it, but after two swats, she’d called out yellow , telling him she wasn’t into that kind of pain for pleasure.
The other was being restrained on the kneeler.
When she called yellow again, they’d had a long talk.
She finally explained that it made her feel too vulnerable, too helpless.
Jared understood, and he admired her honesty with him. That’s what relationships were about.
Is that what I have with Angie? A relationship? It had been way more than sex. They’d worked together in his office, ate most of their meals together. Heck, he took her morning coffee more often than not.
Jared pushed those thoughts away. He’d think on it another day when his head was clearer.
“Your eyes are sparkling,” Angie remarked. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Some fun.”
Her mug was almost empty. He really must have been lost in his thoughts. He held his hand out to her as she placed her cup on the nightstand. “Go shower while I find the right clothes for you.”
Angie groaned as he pulled her to her feet. “Nothing too revealing, please. We almost gave that construction worker a heart attack.”
Jared slapped her ass as she walked by. “Yeah.” They’d been playing outside when one of the workers stumbled upon them.
The worker had taken a wrong turn and ended up at the back of the ranch house.
The kid, barely twenty-one, babbled out his apologies, then tripped over his own feet trying to get away.
Later, the construction manager apologized to Jared and Angie for the accident and promised none of the workers would come close to the ranch house again. Angie thanked him, but her face was flushed the entire time.
Jared didn’t blame her, but the outfit hadn’t been that revealing, nothing the worker wouldn’t have seen at the beach.
A topless beach.
Jared had spent the afternoon with Angie, assuring her that the kid wasn’t traumatized and making sure she wasn’t upset.
Going over to her closet, he pulled out a colorful skirt and a white T-shirt. Then he ran to the playroom and pulled out the toys he wanted her to wear today. When he returned, she was walking into the bedroom, staring at the clothes on the bed.
“At least, I won’t give anyone a heart attack.”
Jared chuckled. “I have some items for you to wear underneath.” He held up a thong.
Angie puffed out a breath. “You’re going to tease me again today.”
“You bet I am.” Jared stepped up to her and knelt. She lifted one foot and then the other, and then he slipped the thong up her legs. “Spread your legs.”
He finished pulling the material up until it was snug around her waist. Using his fingers, he traced the thong between her butt cheeks, then to her pussy. Her hips shifted when his fingers took the two rows of beads that made up the front of the thong and adjusted them.
“No vibrator this time, but the beads will stimulate you.” He tightened the thong. “How does that feel?”
“Sinful.”
Jared chuckled. He stood and picked up another toy, then slipped it over her neck. “This is a great piece of jewelry.” He ran the silver chain down her neck until the ends hung below her breasts. “These”—he held up two silver drops—“are very special.”
He slipped the lambskin leather loop over her already hard nipples and tightened the loop. Once that was done, he released the sliver drops.
Angie gasped.
“I love these.” He flicked one of the drops with his finger before he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Why is it I always have to wear the jewelry? Why can’t I put some on you?”
“One day.” He kissed her. “Go ahead and dress.” Jared walked away. The idea of her putting a cock lariat or other such items on him had his dick straining against his pants. He wasn’t opposed to the idea.
Once she finished dressing, he took her hand and led her downstairs and onto the back porch. He’d already set everything up. Jared stretched out on the lounger, legs on either side, and patted the space between them. Angie sat and leaned back against his chest.
“Let’s chat,” Jared suggested. “Tell me more about yourself. Where did you grow up?”
***
Angie took a deep breath. She didn’t talk much about her family. “After I was adopted, Visalia, in the Central Valley.” The feeling of dread when she talked about her adopted family was absent. Interesting .
“What made you move to San Francisco?”
“I wanted the big city and bright lights.” Her stomach tightened when she remembered moving. Her adopted family was great, but they didn’t have a lot of money. She only had a couple changes of clothes and money she’d saved up from summer jobs.
She’d come a long way from that scared eighteen-year-old. “What about you? Where was the ranch you grew up on?” It was only fair that she learn about him too.
His arms tightened where they rested around her waist. “I grew up in Orland. It’s a couple hours’ drive from here.”
“Another small town.”
“Yes, but I loved it.”
“I bet. You could be top dog.” She was enjoying this laid-back relaxed chat with Jared, even if every little movement ratcheted up her need for him.
He laughed. “So to speak. I’ve always liked to be in control. I know my limits in public situations, though.” His lips brushed her temple. “How did you become a CPA?”
“I like numbers.” She shifted. The beads on the thong were driving her a little crazy. “I was good at math, so I took a clerical position at a firm, attended night classes, and worked my way up.”
“And succeeded.”
“Yes.” She sighed. Maybe succeeded too much. If success meant having to make all the decisions, she’d rather have failed. She was tired of making all the decisions. This time with Jared had been a blessing. Her mind already felt freer than it had in a long time. “Where did you go to college?”
“San Francisco State.”
“Is that where you met Tyler?” Becca had told her about meeting Tyler in college.
“Yep. We had a class together, but we didn’t meet up again until a few years after we both graduated.”
“And you decided to open the ranch?”
His fingers skimmed over her abdomen. “When we ran into each other at a conference, we went out for drinks. We were playing catch up, and Tyler expressed an interest in opening a dude ranch. I’d just put a down payment on the land for what you see today.
Tyler’s eyes lit up, and I asked him if he wanted to be my business partner. ”
“Were you always planning on it being an adult ranch?” She tilted her head so she could see his face.
“Well, the conference Tyler and I attended was about sexual preferences. I realized there was no safe place for couples to explore their sensuality. I told Tyler my idea.”
“And Quick Silver Ranch was born.” She’d never heard Jared so animated as he was when he talked about the ranch. This place was very special to him.
“It took some time, but we eventually pulled it off.” His voice held pride, and she liked it. He should be proud of what he and Tyler had accomplished.
She brushed a kiss over his chin. “How long before you became a runaway success?”
“What makes you think we’re a success?”
Her laughed filled the air. “Since I’ve been looking at your accounts, I know how much you’re making. Not that I care. But knowing you, the ranch could only be a success.”
“It’s amazing what word of mouth will do.” He brushed the undersides of her breasts with the pads of his fingers, careful not to disturb the tear drops.
She pressed her ass against his groin.
“Are you wet, my sweetness.” His lips were against her ear.
“Yes.” Of course she was. He made sure of it.
“I can see your nipples straining against the fabric of your t-shirt.”
“Someone put a toy on them.”
“And the bead thong?”
“Teasing me. As I’m sure you wanted.” She wiggled her ass against his erection. “You’re hard.”
“If you keep that up, I’m going to burst.” He gently bit the lobe of her ear.
Her heart pounded. Their time was almost up. Was this going to be the good-bye speech?
“There’s one of your fantasies I haven’t fulfilled yet.”
“Oh, which one is that?” He’d done so many things, a lot of them she’d never even fantasized about.
“You with two men.”
Her blood heated. They’d talked about it in the beginning, but she hadn’t really thought about it, since the ranch was closed, and there was no one else around. “What did you have in mind?”
His hands covered hers where they rested on her belly. His skin was cool. “There’s a club in Sacramento I’m a member of.”
“A gentleman’s club?” She couldn’t quite picture Jared going to a place like that. He was too sexual to sit and watch women strip.
“Not really.” He shifted. “You know I like my sex a little rough and kinky.”
“Yes, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m enjoying that side of you too.”
“Which makes me happy.” His lips caressed her cheek. “The club is owned by a friend, and it’s a BDSM club.”
“Oh.” That was the only word she could think of.
It did make sense. Jared needed to have an outlet where he could explore his needs. He’d mentioned one night that it had been some time since he’d been with a woman who enjoyed sex like she did.
“Gabe is a friend, and I’ve already spoken to him. If you’re agreeable, we will go to the club tomorrow. Gabe will be our third.”
Angie closed her eyes. Excitement filled her—along with apprehension. How would it feel to have another person with them? Would they play in the club? Would others be watching?
“I can feel your anxiousness. Gabe will know your safe words and the rules around our ménage.”
She nodded, and her fingers entangled with his. “Tell me what the ménage will entail.” One thing she’d learned in her time with Jared was if she asked him questions, he would answer her.
“Anything you want. You’ll have two men to worship your body, two sets of hands caressing you, two sets of lips to kiss and lick every inch of your body.”
Each word increased her arousal. “Will Gabe want to fuck me?”
“Only if you want.” His lips caressed her temple. “How would you feel having another man in your mouth?”
“That might work.” She could see Jared getting very worked up as she sucked another man, and she didn’t think it would be too bad.
“Would you allow him to take your ass while I fucked you?”
Angie stiffened. She hadn’t thought about that. Two men, two cocks… Oh the possibilities, but still, she was hesitant. “I’m not sure.”
“It’s okay.” His breath brushed her cheek. “We can play things by ear. You have your safe words, and we will stop the instant you call it out.”
“Will you use toys?”
“Oh, yes.” She could feel his smile against her skin. “Toys. Lots of them. We’ll play with your body for hours until you’re screaming for us to make you come.”
What little apprehension Angie had left, she pushed away. If she passed up this opportunity, she’d always wonder what could have been. “Let’s do it.”
Jared turned her face to his, and they kissed deeply. Before she knew it, she was straddling his hard erection. Jared’s fingers worked her T-shirt up and over her head. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against his hair-roughened chest. When had he removed his shirt?
“As much as I like these”—he played with the tear drops— “it’s time for them to go.” He loosened the fastening and pulled the necklace off.
Slipping his fingers inside the waistband of the skirt, Jared began to slide it down, and Angie helped him by lifting herself up. When it reached her ankles, she kicked it away, then found the fastening of his jeans.
“Easy, baby.” He covered her hands with his.
“I want you.”
“You can have me, but let’s not rush it.”
***
Jared couldn’t sleep, but he didn’t want to get out of bed. He enjoyed holding Angie, feeling her warm body cuddled up to his. He glanced at the clock and bit back a groan. Three in the morning. While he’d slept for a few hours, he also knew what was keeping him awake.
The threesome with Gabe.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fulfill Angie’s fantasy. He did, but her hesitation made him wonder if she really wanted this. Or was she trying to please him? There was also the big elephant in the room: he’d been the third with Becca and Tyler. Did Angie even know about that?
She was close with Becca, and it was possible Becca told her about it, but he didn’t know. Angie never said anything or indicated she knew.
She shifted in her sleep, and he tightened his arms around her.
He needed to take things one step at a time.
In the morning, he’d tell her about Becca and Tyler.
It would give her an out if she needed it.
He wasn’t willing to risk Angie not enjoying herself.
She meant way too much to him, and he wouldn’t see her hurt.