Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Levi
She snatches the cowboy hat off my head, placing it on her own. Her lashes lift, and the shadow of the brim falls over her face. Her sapphire-blue eyes have lost their angelic quality; there's something devious behind them as her lips curl into a wicked little smile.
My heart skips a beat in my chest. A small whisper of apprehension that I’ve read her wrong. Wondering if she’s played the long game with me to get me into this position because she’s definitely pleased with herself.
“Zephyrine.” I use her name like a warning as I tug on one of the binds. She was paying attention because they’re done perfectly. Enough slack that I can move around, but not enough to have any hope of getting out of them without assistance. I’m at her mercy.
“Looks like I did a better job this time,” she muses as she sees me try the other wrist, and it’s equally snug.
“You’re a fast learner.”
“I am. It’s the key to surviving.” She closes the distance between us. “Or getting what you want.”
“Meaning?” I ask.
“Meaning I pay attention. I remember. Then I use it to my advantage when the time is right.” Her palm presses to my chest and drifts down.
“That’s what you’re doing now?” I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now, and I don’t know which of a half-dozen emotions coursing through me to embrace.
“I mean, I do have you all tied up. Just like at the convent. I don't think you’ll get loose this time though. No one can hear you yell either. Not all the way out here.” She grins at me and then peers back at the ranch in the distance.
The late light of the day hits all the angles of her cheekbones and lips, the light bouncing through her irises illuminates the blue, making it even brighter than usual. Fuck, she’s gorgeous even when she’s threatening my life.
“What’s your plan then?” I ask, careful to keep my tone level.
“Oh, I have a few ideas.” She brings her body up against mine.
“More than a few really. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I’d do if I ever got you into this position again.
” Her palm slips under my shirt and drifts up over my skin, and she leans closer to me.
The scent of her shampoo envelopes me, and I wonder if this is the last time it ever will.
“If you’re going to run, you’d better make sure Rowan never finds you. He’ll kill you if he does,” I warn her. Her palms freeze, and she pulls back to look at me. She gives me an admonishing look.
“I’m not going to run, cowboy. But you might wish I had when I’m done with you.”
I frown at her, trying to make sense of her meaning, and her wry smile spreads as she sees my confusion.
“In fact, I think I’ll go even harder on you for thinking there’s a chance I would run,” she says softly, her eyes studying me.
“Harder on me, how?” I ask, still grasping at straws for what her plan is.
She grins brightly, rolling her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes meet mine.
“How did you put it that one time? ‘It does something for you.’ I think that’s what you said when we were talking about you all tied up and me spread over your lap.”
Oh.
“Well fuck…” I can’t help the smile that breaks on my face, and it’s reflected back to me in hers.
I dip my head low as I laugh at myself, and I fucking feel heat curl up my spine and back down my neck.
I’d never have guessed this of her in a million fucking years.
She’s been so soft-spoken about everything so far, so sweet.
“So my memory is right then?” She pulls close to me again, her voice a low whisper, and I can feel her warm breath at my neck.
“You like the idea of your enemy’s daughter tying you up and stripping you down?
Using you to get what she needs? Or would you rather have the undersexed nun who can’t stop thinking about how much she wants you? ”
“I like them both,” I admit.
“Hmm. Well, I suppose they’ll both have to get a turn then.” She kisses my throat, her lips moving over my skin in soft strokes as her hands drift lower.
“What happened to my shy, sweet girl?”
“You’ll get her back when I’m done.” She palms me through my jeans, and I bite back a groan. I’m already going hard for her, and she grins against my skin. “I don’t know if there'll be anything left of you for her though.”
“Oh yeah?” I choke on the taunting words when she runs her palm back up the length of me, just enough pressure to make my cock twitch.
“Yeah. I have every intention of using every last drop up.”
“Fucking hell, Zeph.” I breathe her name like a prayer because I don’t know if I’m prepared for this version of her.
“Ah, ah,” she tuts. “You don’t get to say my name. Not until you earn it back.” She kisses my neck one last time, and then her hands fall to my belt, working the buckle to undo it.
“How do I do that?”
“Following instructions. Doing what I say, when I say it. I don’t want to have to punish you for not listening, you know?” Her eyes lift to meet mine as she tosses my belt to the ground, and her fingers nimbly work their way over the button on my jeans.
“Got it.” I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life. No woman has ever been brave enough to try this on me.
“Yes, ma’am.” She pauses as she drags my zipper down, looking me dead in the eye when she says it.
“Yes, ma’am.” I repeat it back to her, and her lips quiver with amusement.
“That’s good.” She finishes her work on the zipper, and her hands go to the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs.
She tugs them down, sliding them off my hips and down my thighs.
“And this is even better,” she murmurs softly, her lip rolling between her teeth again as she reaches for me.
She wraps her hand around me, and the softness of her palm drags down the length of my cock.
It feels like fucking heaven, given how tight she’s got me wound up already.
So good I let out a soft whimper before I can stop myself. Her eyes light up at the sound.
“Oh, you’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?
” She strokes me again, and I try to cover the next one, but she draws it out of me anyway.
Her smile spreads as my hips jolt forward of their own accord.
“I need you ready for me. I won’t last very long.
Not with how big you are. How wet you make me. But you know that, don’t you?”
“Fuck.” I take in a sharp breath when her other hand cups my balls, and she strokes her thumb up and down, squeezing gently while she keeps up a slow, steady pace on my cock.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone know the big bad wolf likes to be put on a leash sometimes.” She drags her lips up my throat, from the base of my neck all the way up to my ear. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“Fuck me,” I curse, closing my eyes. Apparently, that’s all I’ve got right now. A series of curses and whimpers. She’s already got me so focused on listening to her. I can’t even think straight.
“You’re right. We should get the first one out of the way.
Take the edge off for you.” She lets me go momentarily, studying me as if she’s deciding if I’m worthy of her.
The loss of her touch nearly kills me. I lean my head back and look up at the faded blue of the sky, closing my eyes as she gives me one last stroke to make sure I’m ready before she takes what she wants.
“Sit down.” She breaks the silence, and my eyes snap open to see the serious look on her face as she orders me into place.
I have to move carefully, twist my wrists a little, and grip the rope as I move to a seated position.
“Lean back against the fence.” Another order from her follows, and I do as she says.
She grins down at me once I’m in position, my hands still wrapped around the rope and my arms spread wide.
I can feel the rough, dry grass against my ass and upper thighs, and my mind drifts for a moment before I see her reach under her skirt.
She pulls her panties down her long legs, taking her time like she wants to make me suffer.
She lets them pool in the grass and steps out of them one leg at a time.
It feels like I'm watching her in slow motion, like none of this can be real.
She walks over the top of me, one boot on either side of my thighs until she hits her knees and tucks her feet under, lifting her skirt and dropping it neatly around me. She hovers over my dick, a sincere look in her eyes as she searches my face.
“Should we have a safe word?”
“I won’t need one.” This woman could ride my cock raw if she wanted, and I’d just beg for more from her.
“You might. You don’t know what I’m capable of.” There’s a sly little grin teasing at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes flash with amusement.
“I don't, but I’m a fast learner,” I counter.
“Just in case. We should. Do you have one you like?”
I shake my head. “Never needed one.”
“Hmm.” She presses her lips together, and her eyes wander skyward as she thinks. A smile breaks across her beautiful face, and she looks at me in amusement. “How about confess?”
I shake my head with a smile, remembering that vulnerable, sweet voice behind the wall of the confessional. Wondering if it’s this very scenario she was conjuring up at night. I wouldn’t hate it if it were.
“You’re a wicked little thing, you know that, sweetheart?”
“Is that a yes?” She refuses to be deterred.
“Confess it is,” I agree.
She doesn’t waste time after that. Guiding herself down onto my cock. I groan, leaning my head back against the rail of the fence once she’s fully seated. She’s so fucking warm and wet and perfect. I don’t deserve her, but I think I might love being at her mercy.
She braces her hands on my shoulders, and she rocks herself up and over my cock. Once. Twice. It’s too fucking good. I could die like this. She could kill me once she’s done with me, and I’d thank her for it.
“God, I love the way you feel. You’re so perfect.” She praises me softly as she works her tight cunt up and down on my cock.