Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Ford closed his eyes and listened to the man’s heavy panting, his soft grunts and occasional long, drawn-out, “Fucks.”
If Dylan wanted Ford to come, he could easily do so by simply continuing to stimulate his prostate with his cock. However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Dylan would rather edge him instead of giving him any kind of relief.
None of this was surprising since this whole scenario was more about putting Ford in a vulnerable position. Simply put, a power move.
Ford got it. If he really dug deep, he’d have to admit he did the same by fucking Erin earlier in the very same playroom with the blinds open. On purpose.
To force Dylan’s hand. To make him react.
The whole reason Ford was currently face down with a cock up his ass.
Another groaned, “Fuck,” along with jerky hip movements had Ford thinking Dylan was at his limit.
The knowledge that his boss was about to come made Ford wish he wasn’t currently tied up. He was desperate to come, too. Only, Dylan wasn’t having it, and Ford couldn’t do it himself unless he humped the spanking bench. And if he did that, he and his balls would regret it.
Instead, he stayed as still as possible, packing away everything in his memory bank for a future use. The same as he did with that first kiss.
What played out in his head late at night were Erin and him joining Dylan in his huge custom-made bed. While all three were naked, of course.
Again, today was a step toward that goal. He only hoped the goal wasn’t unattainable. If it was and all he got was a cock up his ass… lesson learned. The hard way.
Wait. What was happening?
The man hadn’t even come yet and he was already pulling out? Was he into edging himself?
Ford cranked his head around in time to see Dylan scrambling to pull off the condom. Quickly pumping his cock in his fist twice, he shot his load.
Not into the condom, of course, but on Ford.
A few warm drips decorated one ass cheek, while the majority ended up in a thick puddle at the small of his back.
“That’s one hell of a sight,” Dylan panted. With his hard, but spent cock still in his hand, his head dropped forward while his chest rose and fell quickly as he recovered.
Ford was interested to see if his boss would leave him hanging or if he’d help give him some release. If the man needed suggestions on how to do that, Ford could come up with plenty of options. But after blowing out a loud breath, Dylan, with the empty condom dangling from between his fingers, went to toss it in the garbage.
The water ran in the small, attached bathroom and when Dylan came back out, his jeans were pulled up and his belt fastened. He held no towel or anything to clean up Ford.
Again, no surprise since the ranch owner was trying to degrade Ford, not reward him.
He’d allow it. This time.
But in the future… If they hooked up again, the scene would look different.
Dylan stopped at the end of the bench and carefully removed the “humbler.”
Oh, thank fuck.
He could handle being restrained. He could handle giving head. He could somewhat handle getting fucked. But that damn torture device was on another level.
If Dylan—or anyone—ever approached him again with one of those in their hand, someone would end up on their knees gasping for breath. It wouldn’t be Ford.
Once Ford’s family jewels were no longer stuck in the nutcracker, Dylan moved around the bench unbuckling the leather cuffs, freeing his arms and legs. Ford didn’t realize how his limbs being suspended above him had cut off his circulation.
But then, he had been more worried about the circulation being cut-off from his testicles. Did he need those the same way he needed his hands and feet to do work? No, but damn , his balls were important.
He remained face down on the bench, only rubbing his arms, for two reasons. One, he still had a puddle of cum on his back and wondered if Dylan would get around to taking care of that for him and two, he figured his rubbery legs, now experiencing painful pins and needles, probably couldn’t hold his weight yet.
If he tried to stand, he might collapse in a heap at Dylan’s feet.
His boss would probably like that.
Ford held out his hand to get assistance with getting up. He wanted to remind Dylan how hard he still was. Of course, his extended hand was ignored without a second glance and Erin’s ex headed toward the exit.
The man was simply going to leave?
Of course he was.
As Dylan reached the door, Ford yelled out a warning, “Erin’s going to ask what happened between us after she left.”
The ranch owner paused with his hand on the lock, not even bothering to spare Ford a second glance. “It’s no one’s business what went on between us.”
That was bullshit. “Not even hers?”
With a shake of his head, Dylan flipped the lock and ordered, “Get cleaned up, then free up this room as soon as possible,” before walking out and shutting the door.
Since his question wasn’t actually answered, Ford decided he wouldn’t lie to Erin. If she asked—and he knew she would—he would tell her the truth about what happened. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had several texts from her already on his phone.
The quiet of the empty playroom surrounded him, only leaving him with his thoughts and his raging hard-on.
He could wait until it went down on its own, or…
He could solve the problem himself in a more enjoyable way.
After shaking out his arms to make sure they were usable, he lifted his torso carefully and once again twisted his neck so see the mess Dylan left behind.
He reached back and scooped up what he could in his palm. After bringing his hand in front of his face, he stared at Dylan’s cum, then rolled over and sat up.
With his empty hand, he gently pulled his balls up to inspect for damage.
With relief, he saw the coloring wasn’t too scary and it was quickly going back to normal. Now, to see if they still functioned as designed…
Keeping one hand cupped around his poor balls, he slid his other up and down his hard length, effectively spreading Dylan’s cum all over his cock.
Then he used that cum as a lubricant to do a little self-help.
He closed his eyes and let his imagination take over with Dylan straddling Ford’s hips and impaling himself on Ford’s cock.
Over and over...
And over.
Releasing his sack, he collared the root of his erection using his thumb and forefinger and continued to pump his fist.
“That’s it,” he whispered, forgetting where he was, forgetting what just happened. Hoping that one day soon his fantasy would be a reality.
Ford squeezed his cock tight while pumping it with his fist, driving himself right to that delicious edge. The one he rode the whole time Dylan was fucking him.
But this time, he lost his balance and slipped over the side.
Oh yeah , his balls were working just fine.
He opened his eyes to see the cum trail on his stomach. He smeared his hand through it, mixing what was left of Dylan’s cum with his own.
And smiled.
Erin found him in the barn with a curry comb in hand and a horse cross-tied in the breezeway.
When the gelding threw his head restlessly, Dylan stopped currying long enough to pat the dark bay’s flank and murmur, “Easy, boy. We’re almost through here.”
When the horse side-stepped, Dylan did the same so he wouldn’t get his toes crushed. “What’s bothering you?”
Erin finished heading through the open barn doors and into the breezeway. “Is it me?”
Dylan’s head whipped around, and he quickly masked the surprise on his face. “Not sure.” With a jerk of his head, he indicated she should move closer. “Let’s see.”
“Will he bite?”
“Only if you taste good,” Dylan teased softly, moving to the front of the horse and holding his halter to keep him still.
“What’s his name?”
“Rebel.”
“Does he act like one?”
“Too often,” Dylan answered dryly.
She stroked Rebel’s head, even though he kept throwing it like he was impatient. “What is he?”
“Thoroughbred. He must have sucked on the track since he ended up at the New Holland auction.”
“Where you swooped in like a hero to rescue him?”
“I can only hope I saved him from ending up in a bag.”
She brushed her fingers over his velvety-soft nose. “A bag?”
“Of dog food.”
Erin grimaced. “Has he thanked you yet?”
“Sure. By bucking my ass off when he decided an evergreen looked like Sasquatch.”
Erin rolled her lips under.
“You can laugh,” Dylan invited.
She covered her mouth with her hand. “I shouldn’t.”
“I missed your laugh,” Dylan murmured.
Erin dropped her hand, her amusement now gone.
But before she could address his comment, a chunky black cat came out of nowhere to weave around Erin’s ankles, head butt her shins and meow loudly for attention. “Another rescue?”
Dylan shook his head. “Not that one. She was one of my father’s barn cats.”
Erin squatted down and scratched her under the chin. “What’s her name?”
“Cat.”
Erin glanced up with a frown. She knew it was a cat. “Yes, but what’s the cat’s name?”
“Cat.”
It finally hit her… “The cat’s name is Cat?”
“Every barn cat’s name was Cat. Dad didn’t consider them pets, they were employed as rodent catchers.”
After running her hand down the feline’s arched back one last time, she stood. “Makes sense.”
“Sure, if you think so.”
“You don’t?”
Dylan shrugged.
“Then, give her a better name,” she suggested.
“She answers to it.”
“How many cats are here on the property?”
“Five and three of them are named Cat.”
Erin giggled. “That’s crazy. Is it like Thing 1, Thing 2 and Thing 3?”
“It’s Cat, Cat and Cat. No numbers needed. Like any typical cat, they only pay attention when they feel like it.”
“What’s the name of the other two?”
“Whiskers and Ginger.”
“Let me guess, Ginger is an orange tabby.”
“Your guess would be correct, but you didn’t come here to talk about horses or cats, Erin. Why are you here?”
The lighthearted conversation they were having was about to quickly come to a screeching halt.
Erin pulled in a breath before answering, “To apologize.”
Dylan’s brow wrinkled and his lips twisted. “For what?”
“For what happened yesterday.”
His head twitched to the side. “Which part?”
She frowned. Which part? “What you saw upstairs in the playroom. Did something else happen that I missed?”
His expression once again closed up tight.
“You two didn’t get into a fight after I left, did you?”
“No, nothing like that.” His initial hesitation was a bit suspicious.
“It was a stupid idea.”
“What was?”
“Thinking that if you saw us together, you’d be tempted to join us,” she answered.
“In a playroom with the blinds open?”
“No… I…” She shook her head. “No, in private.”
“What I did see, Erin, was once again, he didn’t use a condom.”
Why did that bother him so much? Unless he joined them, it didn’t affect him at all. “Ford and I are long past that, Dylan. I told you that.”
“Are we?”
What? “We haven’t… We aren’t…”
“Not yet, but you just said your goal was to tempt me. So, if I joined you two, shouldn’t that be one of my concerns?”
“No.”
His brow furrowed. “How would it not?”
“Simple. I don’t have sex with anyone else but him.” She had free rein to do so, but she didn’t. Anytime she was in the mood to have sex, she contacted Ford. He was always accommodating.
“He doesn’t have sex with anyone else, either?”
“He gets tested regularly. But he always uses protection when he’s with anyone else.”
“Him being with others doesn’t bother you at all?”
“No.”
“That’s not normal, Erin.”
“Says who? Society? Our relationship is our relationship. We make it what we want. And right now, we don’t want it to be exclusive.”
“Would it be if you asked?”
“I didn’t come here to discuss that, Dylan.”
“Then, why are you here?”
“Again, to apologize for going about it the wrong way.”
One eyebrow lifted. “Why do you think it was wrong? Maybe it wasn’t and it convinced me.”
His tone sounded a bit aggravated, which led her to believe he wasn’t convinced. Was he being sarcastic? “Did it?”
Dylan scratched his forehead, then, without a word, unclipped the cross-ties and led Rebel by his halter to a nearby stall. He slapped the horse softly on the hind end with a soft, “Good boy,” closed the stall door and turned.
“Well?” she prodded.
“I loved you, Erin.”
Holy shit. She hoped to move forward and not rehash their past. “And I loved you. But we need to get past this, Dylan. It was seventeen years ago.”
“Seventeen years wasted.”
She sighed. Maybe coming to see him today was a mistake. “I’m sorry you see it that way.”
“If I had stayed and asked you to marry me, would you have done it?”
Her chest tightened. “Yes.”
“Then, do you realize our kids could be teenagers by now?”
Was this his way of getting back at seeing her and Ford together? Was this some sort of punishment?
She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled in a breath. “Dylan, that’s not fair.”
“You’re right. Life isn’t fair. You out of anyone should know that since you lost Hart.”
“Please stop,” she whispered. “My heart broke when you left. My heart broke when Kyle died. Please don’t break it all over again.”
She opened her eyes when Dylan’s hand cupped her jaw, and he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry. I’m being a complete ass. We agreed to move on, and I’ll admit that I’m having a hard time doing that. It was difficult to think of you with Hart. It’s even harder for me to see you with Ford.”
“Two years, Dylan. We had two years together in school. I’ve been seeing Ford for ten.”
“But not seriously.”
“Every relationship doesn’t have to be serious,” she reminded him.
“You were supposed to be mine.”
“If you can’t share me, then I never will be. Ford has been there for me during all the years you weren’t. I will not kick him to the curb simply because that’s what you want. And since you insist we head down this path again, I will remind you, you could’ve stayed,” she said softly.
“No, I couldn’t have. I needed to get out of this town. It felt like I was suffocating, and it would’ve held me back. I needed more.”
“More,” she murmured.
“Yes, an education, to see the world, to discover?—”
“More than me.”
“I knew I was different, so I needed to figure out who I was and not rely on who everyone expected me to be.”
“You found yourself.”
“It took a while.”
“I found myself while living here,” she countered. “You might’ve too if you had given it a chance.”
“It wasn’t a chance I wanted to take.” When she thought he would explain that remark further, he instead asked, “Was Hart into what you’re into?”
“No.”
“When did you discover it?”
“After Ford and I became friends.”
He pulled away and barked, “Friends?”
“Yes, friends. We were friends first. Then after Kyle’s accident, Ford looked after me. He always made sure I was okay, that I was surviving.”
“Very convenient,” Dylan said dryly.
“It wasn’t like that. Our relationship developed slowly.”
“And now he beats your ass.”
Erin pinned her lips together and shook her head. “You’re simplifying something that isn’t so simple. And he does more than that.”
“Do you love him?”
Her head jerked back. “We’re lovers.”
“Do. You. Love. Him?” he prodded.