Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Forcing himself to pull away, Dylan set down the brush and picked up the crop next. He whipped his palm harder in front of Erin’s face, making her eyes open at the sharp slap.
If his palm could take that strike, so could her ass.
But unlike the rest of her, he didn’t want her ass pink, he wanted it as red as Ford had made it two days ago. He wanted his marks to cover any that remained from his facilities manager.
Was it like a dog marking a bush after another male peed on it? Sure. He also didn’t care if anyone thought that.
He lightly tapped the wide leather end of the riding crop all over her body, only striking her slightly harder on her breasts and nipples.
“You know the word to say if it gets to be too much. Do you need a reminder?”
“No,” she groaned. “I know what it is.”
“Good…” He then frowned when he realized they needed to get to know each other all over again. A lot changed in seventeen years. “Do you like praise?”
“I do,” came out on a breath.
“Then… good girl.” He bopped her playfully on her nose with the crop. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Or do anything that turns you off. So, if I do, use pineapple.”
“I will. Promise.”
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Did she shudder? Well, then. Yes, he was liking this version of Erin. A hell of a lot.
Maybe instead of being jealous, he really should thank Ford for helping her to discover her inner kink.
He’d consider it. But right now, he had more important things to do. One of them being turning her ass a gorgeous shade of red.
He smoothed his palm over one cheek, then the other, before picking his target and striking it. He made sure to hold back and not put all his strength behind it. He wanted her to enjoy it, not suffer or injure her. He’d also preferred her adrenaline to kick in before cropping her any harder.
Despite his impatience, he restrained himself until her ass cheeks were just on the cusp of red. Once they were, he warned, “I won’t be holding back anymore. You know what to do if it becomes too much.”
He couldn’t see her face, but he could see her nod. So, with that, he let the crop fly. He left marks that began to rise into welts all over both cheeks, making her ass remind him of a peppermint stick.
Good enough to lick.
She did not use her word or cry out in pain, instead she seemed to fall into a blissful state.
The result was perfect.
“Holy shit, that’s a beautiful sight,” he whispered while rubbing his uncomfortably hard erection through his jeans. He wouldn’t be surprised if his cock now had a permanent impression of his zipper.
He came around, tipped her chin up to check to see how far she had fallen into her subspace and whispered again, “So damn beautiful.”
Oh yes , she enjoyed her ass getting spanked or whipped. Her relaxed state confirmed it.
He dragged a thumb over her full bottom lip and asked softly, “All good?”
She nodded.
With that, he took her mouth again. He wanted to nudge her out of her trance enough so she could answer an important question he should’ve asked before they started. Apparently, he had lost his head at the thought of finally fucking Erin and he needed to get his shit together before continuing.
It took a few seconds before she responded to the kiss but when she did, it quickly turned frenzied. They couldn’t get enough of each other’s mouths. He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the pebbled tip.
With a groan, he reluctantly broke free. He tossed the crop aside so he could unfasten his belt and jeans. He paused with his hands on the waistband. “Are you on birth control?”
When she nodded, a lock of dark brown hair got caught on her eyelashes. He swept it away since she couldn’t. As a Dominant, it was his job to take care of her when she couldn’t take care of herself. That included looking out for her best interests. “Do you want me to use a condom?”
Her eyes turned as dark as night due to her pupils expanding. “Do you test regularly?”
“I do.” Since he had no permanent or long-term partner, to do so was not only for his safety, but anyone he played with.
“When was the last time?”
“Two months ago.”
“That’s a long time.” She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
He locked gazes with her, so she’d know he stated nothing but the truth. “Erin, in that time, I haven’t had sex with anyone except the same man you occasionally have sex with.”
She sucked in a breath. “No one?”
“No. The truth is, I’ve been so busy with the resort, I haven’t taken the time to find anyone. Ford was my first for almost a year.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he confirmed. “So, I’ll ask again, do I need to wear a condom?” He wanted to fill her with his cum the same way Ford did. He wanted to see it coating her inner thighs.
He wanted it to remind her of who she fucked today. And if Ford happened to fuck her later, he would know, too. But it was solely her choice, and he would respect her decision either way.
“Then no.”
“No, I don’t need to wear one? Or no, I can’t come inside you?”
“The first is no. The second is yes, please, Sir.”
Sir.
He was not her Dom. Not yet anyway. But, Jesus , that answer along with her using that specific honorific set his libido on fire just like her ass and caused a roaring heat deep within his gut.
So damn ready to fuck her, he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to pull out his throbbing cock. No surprise that the tip was shiny with smeared precum.
He pumped his cock as he slipped a finger between her folds to check to see how wet she was. He was pleased to find her soaked. “Good girl,” he whispered again, now plunging two fingers in and out of her to spread her arousal.
Releasing a low, drawn-out moan, her hips rocked in time with his fingers. He added his thumb, pressing it against her clit. He circled and flicked it while continuing to finger fuck her and watch her face carefully.
Since she let him do everything he desired so far, Erin deserved a reward. “Spread your legs a little more,” he murmured. “That’s it. Good girl.”
With flushed cheeks, another shudder ripped through her. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and her ragged breathing was peppered with little moans and whimpers.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Look at you. Perfection.”
“May I come, Sir?”
Her calling him Sir again almost made him lose his shit. Especially since he hadn’t ordered her to call him by any title. “You may.”
When she threw her head back, he was mesmerized with how her orgasm completely took over. Her soft wail, her closed eyes, her arching back, her slick pussy pulsating around his fingers…
All a thing of beauty. All of it making him desperate to fuck her. But since this was a reward, he made himself wait until the last ripple of her climax faded away.
When it did, she opened her eyes and gave him a soft, satisfied smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
Jesus , he could get used to her using that title with him. Especially since he hadn’t heard her use it with Ford the other day.
“My pleasure.” With their gazes locked, he tucked his slick fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. “So damn good that I’m tempted to make a meal of you. But not today, it’ll give us something to look forward to.”
He wrapped his arms around her, planted his hands on the hot skin of her ass and lifted her with ease. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
When she did, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. After the little taste he had, it made his mouth water and tempted him to throw her legs over his shoulders so he could eat her until she came once more.
Instead, he dropped her weight and impaled her on his cock, planting himself so deep, it was impossible to go any farther. He had to pause and breathe through his urge to ram up into her relentlessly. He’d waited for this moment for such a long time, he never thought he’d get the chance.
But here they were. Finally.
Collecting himself, he gritted his teeth and called on his willpower so he wouldn’t blow this whole thing.
It was time to get busy.
Using his tight hold on her ass, he lifted and lowered her over and over. With how deeply his fingertips were digging into her ass cheeks, it had to be uncomfortable. But unless he heard her say “pineapple,” he was continuing.
Wrapping her fingers around the leather strap binding her, it alleviated some of her weight and helped her ride his cock. He swore her hips rolled so smoothly, her joints had to be made with ball-bearings.
Christ , it had been a long time since he fucked anyone without a condom. He could feel everything . Every tiny pulse. Every twitch. The way her pussy clamped tightly around him. The way her wet heat hugged him, and her juices rolled down his cock and coated his balls.
He needed to concentrate on something else or he worried he’d come too quickly. He didn’t know if there would be a repeat of today, so he didn’t want it to end too soon.
He also wanted to make sure she came again. Since he did want a repeat, he needed to prove he could satisfy her and not only himself.
For a distraction, he locked lips with her again. He needed to concentrate on the kiss and not her pussy milking his cock.
It was almost impossible.
He had no idea what Heaven was like, but this had to be damn close.
He missed this for the last seventeen years.
This.
Her.
His mind drifted to a “what if” that haunted him.
If he never left, she would’ve belonged to him and no one else. She would’ve been his alone. He had never wanted to share her and that was why it was difficult to think of her with Hart.
And now with Ford.
While he wanted to think he fucked up by leaving, the truth was, he hadn’t. He would have suppressed his true inner self and that might’ve led to depression.
Even hating himself.
Possibly hating others.
Staying might have doomed the two of them, anyway. So, while leaving felt like a mistake, it was the right thing to do. Today proved it had been best for both of them.
But, damn , he could still grieve the loss of that time.
Once he was done doing that, he needed to get the hell over it and stop being an asshole about it. Stop obsessing on what could’ve been and look at what could be.
What happened the other day with Ford and what was happening today with Erin could be his future.
If he wanted it.
The offer was there. He only had to accept.
The unbearable pressure building inside him pulled him from his thoughts. He needed to dig deep to find that desperately needed control. The way she bucked against him, along with the sounds slipping from between her lips, he knew she had to be on the brink.
Or he hoped so, since he certainly was.
Luckily, he wasn’t wrong.
She cried out and tensed, her body bowing against him. The second she came, he held her down so he was planted deep inside her when he chased her orgasm with his own.
His cock pulsed as intensely as her pussy when he filled her with his cum.
With eyes closed, he pressed his forehead to hers for a second as they both rode out the aftershocks and tried to rein in their out-of-control breathing.
When it was over, when they were both spent, he pulled back and they simply stared into each other’s eyes.
He was sure his mirrored hers. And what filled hers was shock. Amazement. Maybe a tinge of regret. Not for doing this now, today, but for this only being their first time.
He decided right then and there, he would not let it be their last. And if Ford had to be involved…
Could he not only work with him but share Erin?
Could he get over his jealousy?
He might have to.
“You ready?” He wished they didn’t have to part yet, but he also knew it was inevitable. Plus, he’d been unavailable for far too long already. He needed to check to make sure the resort was still standing and the guests happy.
When she nodded, he asked, “Are you okay?”
She nodded again.
“Barn cat got your tongue?”
Her grin matched his. “I’m still basking in that awesome orgasm. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Literally, it was my pleasure, too.” He shifted. “Let me put you on your feet and untie you.” He lifted her just enough to separate them before letting her slide down his body.
“My arms were starting to fall asleep.”
He quickly removed the stirrup leather from her wrists. Before she could rub the circulation back into her hands, he massaged them for her. Aftercare was his job and so was giving her praise. “You did good.”
“So did you.”
He lifted his gaze. “I’m glad you were satisfied.”
“We’ll have to do this again.”
“I agree. Better?”
“Yes, my blood is flowing again. Thank you.”
He released her arms, and they dropped to her sides.
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” He lifted his gaze again, but this time from securing his jeans and belt. “As I’m sure you know, it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re taken care of.” When she went to retrieve her dress and thong, he stopped her. “Wait. Let me find something to reduce the welts first.”
She glanced over her shoulder in an attempt to see the damage. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” he confirmed, even without seeing it. He lifted a wait-a-minute finger and went over to the barn’s medicine cabinet. He dug around until he found a bottle of witch hazel. It had been purchased for the animals, but it would work to reduce the swelling on humans, too.
“Let me see,” he murmured as he stepped behind her. Damn , that sight… If he hadn’t only just filled her with his cum, he’d be rock solid again.
Pouring some of the witch hazel into his palm, he smoothed the liquid over her red, raised skin on both cheeks. “Give it a second to dry. That should help.”
“Soaking in my tub will also help.”
While he would love an invite to join her, he wasn’t pushing his luck. Not today, anyway. All bets might be off in the future.
He plucked her thong from the floor and handed it over. While she pulled it on, he held her sundress. She took it from him next, pulled it over her head and let it drop into place.
Shame, that.
Even so, she was just as gorgeous in that dress as she was naked. She gave him her back and he zipped her up.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge in the tack room next. “Make sure to drink all of that.”
She accepted it. “I will.” She cracked the lid on the water and downed a healthy swallow.
“Definitely take that warm bath when you get home. Do you want aspirin? The first aid kit has some.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
He was tempted to say, “Good girl,” again but they were no longer in a scene, and he didn’t want to sound overbearing. Instead, he asked, “Can I check on you later?”
Her brown eyes went wide. “Like stopping over?”
He shook his head. “Just a simple text.”
“Sure.”
“I don’t have your number.”
With a tilt of her head, she shot him a knowing look.
Of course she saw through his request. He didn’t have her number, and this was a good excuse to get it.
“Do you have your cell phone on you?”
He slipped it from his back pocket, unlocked the screen and pulled up his contacts.
When she held out her hand, he didn’t hesitate to hand it over. She plugged in her digits. Then with a smile, she stepped toe-to-toe with him, pressing the phone to his chest. His hand automatically enveloped hers, but she didn’t release it. Instead, she leaned in with her face tipped up.
It was only natural that they would share a parting kiss. Right?
After driving his hand through her hair, he cupped the back of her head as she went up on her toes and pressed their mouths together.
Even though the kiss was brief, it still made his blood hum. Especially when his palms picked up the heat of her spanked ass through the light fabric of her dress.
“I want to do this again,” she murmured against his lips.
He also looked forward that.
Soon.
“Great minds…” He didn’t bother to finish that common idiom, she knew the rest.
After releasing his cell phone, she dropped from her tiptoes, making him once again aware of their six-inch height difference. “I’m glad we’re finally moving forward, Dylan, and no longer lingering in the past. Now, I have a tub calling my name.” With a soft smile, she disappeared through the tack room door.
That was when he realized he was also smiling like a damn fool.
Because today ended up being a good day.
He hoped tomorrow was even better.