Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Hope placed the empty coffee mug in the sink. While their conversation had been great, that wasn’t why she had come to his cabin. No, she was there for physical, not mental, stimulation.
She hadn’t had sex in at least two months now, ever since she informed Darren she would be teaching yoga classes at Double D Ranch.
“You’re really willing to give me up for that little bit of money you’ll make from those pervs?”
The perv comment had really pissed her off, so she simply replied, “Yes,” and left it at that.
She could’ve told him that she didn’t like where he stood on a lot of topics, or how he treated some people, or that their sex life had become mundane, but she didn’t need to insult him to make her feel better about her decision.
And that was what it was. A decision for her life. Not his.
Whenever they had sex, he also discouraged anything even remotely non-vanilla. Because of that, she’d been suppressing some of her desires in an attempt to keep things between them smooth.
She liked a variety. Darren didn’t.
Her ex-boyfriend also held the opinion that teaching yoga classes was a hobby, not a “real” job.
In the end, her relationship with Darren proved two weeks wasn’t nearly long enough to know someone before moving in together.
Yes, they’d had their good moments, but in the end, their ideologies clashed too much for them to live in complete harmony.
She had ignored it for a while, until there came a point she couldn’t anymore.
Getting hired by Double D Ranch had been the perfect excuse to end their relationship. She wished Darren well with whatever his future held. Unfortunately, she did not get that in return. He was the kind of man who relentlessly judged others but thought his own shit didn’t stink.
Now she was single again and free to do whatever she was in the mood for. And right now, she was in the mood to do the tall, handsome, former trooper that stood only a few feet away.
He was game. She was game. Obviously, it was time to play.
She spun around. “What are you into besides men?”
“Women,” he said, tongue in cheek.
“Obviously. Last time I checked, I am one. Other than that?”
“Satisfying sex.” He was purposely being obtuse.
“Well, look at that. So am I. What else? You need to narrow it down.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Do I? Or should we just explore?”
“Do you have a safe word?”
“Do you?”
She smiled. “I do.”
Cam mirrored that smile. “So do I.”
Her smile spread. “I like the sound of that.”
“You probably won’t hear it.”
She also liked a challenge. “Don’t bet on it.”
“Damn,” he whispered. “What’s yours?”
“Shanti.”
His head twitched. “What’s that?”
“It means peace. What’s yours?”
“Oklahoma.”
She’d admit hers was unique, but his? “Have you been there?”
“No.”
Her brow furrowed. “Then why’d you pick it?”
After a slight hesitation, he finally answered. “Johnny Knoxville used it as his safe word in Jackass.”
“Jackass? I have no idea what that is.”
Cam chuckled. “Maybe it’s for the best.”
“Got it. As a former cop, I assumed you were either a Dom or leaned toward the more dominant side. Am I wrong?”
“I’m pretty flexible. It all depends on who I’m with. Do you prefer to be submissive?”
“No.”
He blinked. “No?”
Hope tipped her head to the side. “Did you expect me to say yes because I’m a woman?”
“No…I…No.” He groaned. “Yes. Sorry.” He lifted a let-me-explain finger. “But not because you’re a woman; because you seem to be more of a”—he waved a hand around—“free spirit. A gentle soul, if you will. Please take that as a compliment and not an insult.”
“Unlike you, who had no problem cuffing people during your career?”
“Just because I did it for my job, doesn’t mean I enjoy doing it in my down time.”
“Good to know.”
“But it also doesn’t mean I don’t like to do it in my down time.” He shot her a toothy grin. “If you want to be cuffed and stuffed, I’ll gladly do that without complaint.”
“And if you like to be cuffed and stuffed, I will gladly do that as well.” As well as plenty of other things.
“Okay, then. How about we move this conversation into the bedroom?” He held out a hand toward the only bedroom in the cabin.
“I figured tonight would be pretty tame. I’m starting to believe it’ll be the opposite.”
“You do know where we are right now, right?” he asked as he followed her into his bedroom.
“Your cabin?”
“Welcome to Double D Ranch, the adults-only ranch resort where your fantasies become reality. Unpack, unwind, and get uninhibited,” he recited.
“Hmm.” She tapped her lips with her finger. “I think I’ve heard that somewhere before…”
He chuckled. “Haven’t we all?”
She stopped in the middle of his bedroom and glanced around. It wasn’t huge, but it was neat and organized. Nothing had been left out. He was most likely someone who liked everything to have its place.
Police departments were normally paramilitary organizations, so that made sense.
Despite that, she’d love to test his limits, see if she could break him and force him to sing, “Oklahoma!”
It had been a while since she’d had that chance with anyone. Certainly not with Darren. She had joked around once about putting clamps on his nipples and he went off about it. That was the last time she mentioned anything even remotely outside of vanilla.
If the Lyonses hadn’t turned their family farm into a ranch resort, would she and Darren still be together? She hadn’t realized just how dissatisfied and unfulfilled she was in her relationship until after they split.
Maybe her being hired at the resort was a blessing in disguise.
And she certainly couldn’t complain about the man whose room she stood in. “So…since you’ve already seen me in all my pride and glory, how soon do I get to see you?” With what she could see in his shorts and tank earlier, she couldn’t wait to see the rest.
“Do you want me to strip?”
She wouldn’t say no to a private striptease.
“Absolutely.” She sat on the edge of the bed, licked her lips and pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of her.
“Stand right there and show me what you got. Hold on.” She held up an open palm.
“Do I need to grab my purse out of the car and dig out some one dollar bills?”
“You’ll only need nickels since my striptease performance might be a bit lacking.”
She attempted to sound serious when she asked, “Do you want the nickels thrown at you or slipped into your slot?”
A laugh burst from him, making her smile. He was a good sport and she was enjoying the natural, easy banter between them.
She circled her hand in the air and wiggled her eyebrows. “All right, let’s go.” She was looking forward to this.
One of his eyebrows cocked. “Impatient?”
“Sure am! I only got a teaser this morning. I’m ready for the complete reveal.”
He placed his hand over both of his nipples, pretending like he was shy. “You’ll make me self-conscious.”
She huffed, “I doubt it.”
With a toothy grin, he slowly peeled his T-shirt up and over his head, revealing his very spectacular chest. Holy smokes, it was obvious he hit up the resort’s gym on a regular basis. He actually had a well-defined six-pack and not a beer keg.
When he was done sensually sliding his hands down his bare torso, her eyes were automatically drawn to his full sleeve next, the same as they had been that morning. “Did you get the kraken on your arm to match the kraken in your pants?”
“Like I warned earlier, you might be disappointed.”
“It’s not the size that counts…”
He shot her a look. “Don’t kid yourself.”
“Just call me Goldilocks. I want the cock that’s not too small and not too big, but just right.”
On a man that was just right.
Who also knew how to have sex just right.
She was holding on to a lot of hope that Cam was good in bed.
Her anticipation ramped up when he unfastened his jeans and tucked his thumbs into the waistband. Then, holding her gaze, he shucked them, dropping them to the floor before also shoving his boxer briefs down, freeing his erection with a bounce.
Hell yes!
He stepped out of the pants and underwear pooled around his bare feet. “Don’t laugh.”
She certainly wasn’t laughing.
He had a beautiful cock, and that wasn’t something she’d normally say about just any male member. His was a nice shape and size and everything was in proportion.
The pearl of precum clinging to the tip made her mouth water.
“Should I turn in a circle?”
“No.” With a shake of her head, she lifted her hand again with the palm out. “Stay there.”
She got to her feet and approached him. Slowly circling him, Hope took her time visually inspecting and admiring every inch of his beautiful body she could see.
Hot damn. She just hit the jackpot.
“I’m going to touch you.” Normally, she’d ask out of habit from teaching yoga, but tonight wasn’t normal.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
She stopped behind him, her hands lightly skimming over his broad back, down to the muscular globes of his ass, before sliding back up and across his wide shoulders.
When she stepped in front of him, she saw him fisting the root of his cock. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?”
His fingers flexed before releasing his hard length and dropping his hands to his sides. “Sorry. Does this mean you’ll be giving all the orders tonight?”
“Do you mind?”
It took him a few seconds to respond. “I don’t know what you’re into.” For a seemingly confident man, she was surprised to hear worry coloring his words.
“Nothing too crazy.”
“Crazy can be relative.”
“You have a safe word,” she reminded him. “Although, I don’t think you’ll need it tonight. I want to get to know you better. Maybe we’ll click. Maybe we won’t.” She hoped they did.
Now she just needed to figure out what she wanted to do to him first. Or if she wanted to order him to simply do her.
The main event could wait. His body was like a playground and she wanted to explore it to see what equipment she wanted to play with first.
No matter what, tonight wouldn’t be completely vanilla. She wanted to kick it up just a notch. “Do you have a blindfold?”
Again, he hesitated. “Sure. But I’m not really into being blindfolded.”
“I don’t remember asking if you were. Get it.”
Something as simple as being blindfolded would push him out of his comfort zone? Interesting. She had to guess that had to do with being former law enforcement. Being tied up, or not having all of your senses, like your sight, could make him feel vulnerable.
“Is it for me or you?”
“You, of course. If I wear it, I won’t be able to see what I’m doing.”
“And what will you be doing?”
“You’ll figure it out. Give it time. And don’t forget that safe word if anything I do gets to be too much.”
“You’re making me apprehensive.”
“I promise not to hurt you. Tonight’s all about pleasure.”
His dark brown eyes held heat. “Would you hurt me if I asked?”
That had her pausing and looking at him in a new light. “As long as we’re both getting something out of it, sure. Is that what you want?”
Again, he hesitated. “For now, I’ll let you do what you want to do. If it’s either not enough or too much, I’ll let you know.”
“Deal.” She held out her hand, palm up. “Now, get the blindfold.”
“Yes...” His head twitched and his forehead furrowed. “What honorific do you want me to use?”
She wasn’t picky, and that wasn’t something she normally required, but she appreciated him asking. “What do you prefer?”
One side of his mouth pulled up. “Mistress.”
She preferred that over Ma’am, since that title made her feel much older than her thirty years. “I’m fine with that. How about you?”
“When I’m the top, Master or Sir works. But none is needed, if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Master does, but Sir is perfectly fine.”
“Good.”
“Good. Now that we have that settled, get that blindfold.”
He gave her a single nod. “Yes, Mistress.”
Damn. Just that simple title made the heat swirl through her, her pussy clench, and her nipples ache.