Chapter 17
Aura
“Lock the door.”
His mouth falls open as if he can’t believe this is finally happening. I arch a single eyebrow, and he scrambles to click the lock on the tack room door.
“That blanket over there.” I tip my chin in the direction of the plastic shelf stacked with neatly folded clean blankets, stashed for the winter. “Put it on the tack trunk there.”
He does what he’s told, and the rush of power washes over me.
I scan the room. “Now bring me that rope.”
“What?” He looks confused, and I narrow my eyes.
“You said you’d do what you were told. I told you this wasn’t going to happen unless you followed my instructions. Can you do that for me?”
He nods eagerly, grabbing the soft cotton lead rope and bringing it to me. I run a finger down his chest, stopping just when I get to his shiny belt buckle. He reaches up to touch me, but I push him away. “No touching. Hands behind your back.”
His hands drop slowly to his sides and then he moves them behind his back.
“Spin around.”
He slowly turns around.
“Before we really get into it, I need you to know, it’s okay to tell me if something isn’t working for you. And we should have a safe word. Just in case things get to be too much.”
He nods.
“What do you think, should we stick with the classic red, yellow, or do you want me to pick something else?”
He blinks up at me, eyes a little hazy. “Whatever you think.”
My lips curl up at the corners. “Right answer, Cowboy. I think we’ll stick with the classic. If you need me to slow down say yellow, and if you need me to stop, say red. Got it?”
“Yes.”
My heart is pounding from the rush as I step in closer to him.
A delicious tingle is already building between my legs.
I run my fingers down his arms, then take my time slowly wrapping the rope around his wrists to bind them together.
I make sure they’re snug, but not cutting off his circulation, and tie it off in a quick release knot.
“Is that okay?” I ask him. “Not too tight?”
“Yes, it’s fine.”
“Good. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.” Well maybe that’s not fair. I’m sure it will get uncomfortable for him, but I don’t think he’s going to be complaining when I’m through with him.
“Now, kneel on the ground.”
He drops to his knees directly in front of me.
“A little farther back.”
I wait until he shuffles back a foot or so. “Good. Now can you keep quiet?”
He nods.
“Perfect.”
His eyes widen as I start to undo my shirt, one agonizing button at a time. The cool air in the barn raises goosebumps on my skin as it’s slowly revealed to him.
He watches, waiting, so I take my time enjoying the tease.
I pause after popping the last button on the shirt and slowly part the sides until my delicate lace bra is on display.
Was I planning for this to happen today?
I’ll never tell. He swallows hard as I reach behind my back, but before I unclasp the lingerie, I shake my head and shift my hands to the button on my jeans.
He tracks the movement as I flip the snap open and slowly drag the zipper down.
The denim parts in the middle to reveal a hint of matching red lace.
Sitting down, I slide the boots and socks off my feet, taking my time to place them neatly beside the tack trunk.
Standing up, I slide the tight denim down my legs. Once I’m free, I fold the jeans and place them off to the side, strategically bending to let him get a glimpse of my ass.
My body is already on fire, burning hotter every second, and hopefully the anticipation is doing the same for him. The bra is next. I slide it down my arms and off before I glance over my shoulder to see him watching my every move. It’s heady, the power I have over him in this moment.
I finally turn around to let him see, dropping the bra in front of him.
“Fuuuck…” A long hiss of breath follows the exclamation, and he shifts on his knees.
A shiver skates across my skin as I run my hands up my body, taking my time. When I finally reach my breasts, I reach up to run my thumbs in small circles around the hardened points of my nipples. I inhale a gasp at the touch, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Please, can I touch you?” he begs, but I shake my head.
“Not yet.”
My eyes slip shut as I circle the sensitive buds, squeezing and tweaking them. Pleasure zips through me in a direct line to my pussy.
When I can’t take it any longer, I hook my thumbs through the waistband of my barely-there thong, dragging it down my legs.
“This is torture,” he says.
“I thought I told you to be quiet.” The confidence and power fill me up with his every gasp and inhale. “Maybe you need some help with that.”
His eyes widen as I step closer, dangling the damp panties in front of his face. He takes a deep inhale.
“Open up.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Open up.”
His gaze darts up to my face, down to the panties, and back, but then he obeys.
“Good boy.” I tell him as I stuff the panties into his mouth. “That should help you keep quiet.”
My pussy is already pulsing with need as I sink back down on the trunk. I spread my legs nice and slow to give him a good view.
Leaving my left hand to toy with my breasts, I slide the right one down my sensitized skin until I reach my core.
The exhibition has already gotten me so wet.
Perfect. His moan is muffled by the barrier of fabric as I dip one finger into my heated channel.
I use my own juice as lube to rub my clit in slow steady circles.
My eyes are begging to flutter shut, but I fight the urge.
Seeing his gaze locked on my circling finger is half the turn on.
The tingle of need builds as I alternate between rubbing my clit and sliding one, then two digits inside. The pressure builds and builds, so I pull away before it tips over the edge.
I lean forward, pulling the panties out of his mouth.
“Want a taste?” I ask him.
He eagerly nods. He’s a quick learner, but this time I want to hear him say the words. I want to find out what that mouth is capable of in more ways than one.
“You can talk to me now. Tell me what you want.”
He hesitates for only a moment. “I want to taste you.”
“You already did.” I nod at the discarded bundle of red fabric.
“Yes, but I want to taste you there. I want to lick your sweet pussy like I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.”
“I want that too. I want to grind myself on your face until I come. If you do your job well enough then maybe I’ll let you inside.”
“Oh, god, yes,” he says.
“Okay then, come closer. Are you okay? The rope’s not too tight?”
He shakes his head as he shuffles closer. “No, it’s fine, but I really want to touch you.”
“Well then, you’d better earn it.”
His head dips down between my thighs, but then he looks up at me, asking for permission.
“You can go ahead. Be a good boy and lick me until I come all over your face. I want to see you glistening with my juice.”
This time I do shut my eyes, leaning my head back to just experience this first touch. His breath brushes my already heated center, coming closer and closer until his tongue makes contact. I gasp, arching my hips into him. His licks are soft, tentative at first.
“You can do better than that. Pretend I’m the most delicious ice cream you’ve tasted in your life, and make sure you don’t miss a single taste.”
His strokes get more confident as he goes, licking from my hole to my clit. I squirm under the intense sensations, sweat beading on my forehead, but I rein it back a bit, needing to maintain control of the situation.
“Now suck on me. Suck on my clit.”
My hand flies up to try to stifle the shout when he eagerly obeys. Something about doing this in the barn where anyone could walk in and hear us is ramping up the heat.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Quint. Fuck.”
I grab the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and pull him in even closer while he alternates sucking my clit and circling it with his tongue.
My hips buck up against him as my heart pounds in my ears. The heat builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore. Gasping, grinding, yanking on his hair, I tumble. Electricity shoots through me, lighting my nerves on fire.
He’s gasping and mumbling against me as the pressure builds.
“Quint,” I gasp his name as I come.
“Aura, Aura. I have to… I can’t…”
My fingers tighten their grip on his hair as shudders continue to ripple through me. He’s still buried in my pussy gasping as his entire body tenses and he cries out, voice muffled between my thighs.
Then he pulls away and my grip on his hair loosens to let him. He blinks up at me, breathing in shuddery gasps.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“It’s okay. You did good. Very good.”
The air suddenly feels cool on my overheated skin as I fall back against the wall. My limbs are loose and pliable. My brain fried.
He looks down. “But I…”
I pulls myself out of the haze, following his gaze to the damp spot on his jeans. And my lips curl up in a smile. He got so worked up, he came in his pants. Holy fuck that’s hot.
“It’s okay. You did good. I’ll let it slide this time.”
Then I reach down to scoop up the neat pile of clothes. Quint’s mouth falls open when I slip my arms back through my bra straps, and reach around to close the hooks at the back.
The look of desperation on his face as he watches me methodically put all my clothes back on is perfection.
“But I wanted to fuck you so bad. You have no idea.”
I manage to keep my fingers steady as I button the cotton shirt back up, then walk around him to unwind the rope.
I check his wrists over, soothing the red indentations.
The marks I put on him. I swipe the hat off his head, swapping it out for his own and head over to hang the lead rope back neatly on its hook before walking toward the exit.
When I get to the tack room door, I turn around.
“I guess you’ll have to wait a little longer.”