Chapter 5
Tristan
I was dying. Who would have thought my end would come not from a bullet, or a car accident, but rather from a heart attack. While I wasn’t really having one, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my dick. My whole body was shaking with adrenaline, and I was starting to lose the fight against my instincts. I needed to come, more than I ever had in my life, but I couldn’t until my Mistress let me.
The beautiful goddess who played my body in a way I’d never experienced smiled at me. She drove me crazy with just one heated look from her beautiful green eyes. This auburn-haired siren could lure me to my doom and I’d happily follow her, my dick leading the way.
She rose from between my legs, leaving behind a bite mark that hurt like a bitch, but only made me harder. The pain mixed with the pleasure, the arousal so fierce it was a different kind of agony. And I lapped it all up, sinking deeper into her spell, falling harder by the second into the beautiful darkness of complete submission.
“Still on the edge?” she asked in an innocent voice that made her seem somehow… even more erotic than she already was.
“Yeah,” I managed to get out.
“Good. Now I’m going to put that big, fat dick of yours into my pussy. I’m going to ride you, come all over you, and you’re going to hold out until I say you may come. Understood? If you go off without my permission, I’ll be very disappointed in you.”
This was going to be the sweetest kind of hell possible.
She straddled my hips again, the lace of her crotchless panties rubbing against my thighs as she leaned forward for a kiss. I wanted to devour her, but she kept the caress of our lips light, teasing, and the taste of her drove the primal part of me wild. The smell of her arousal grew stronger and I wanted so badly to lick between her legs, to taste her. To make her climax all over my face. I wanted to do filthy, dirty things to her that would make even the most seasoned kinkster blush.
Reaching between us, she rubbed the tip of my dick over her entrance, pressing down just the tiniest bit, giving me a hint of what it would feel like to be inside her. She lowered herself down, the crown of my dick pushing inside of her. So hot, her body felt like fire as it wrapped around me, her gasp rising in strength as she sank down. I wanted to thrust up, to pound into her, to fuck her into a coma but I was afraid if I moved she’d stop. She was in control here, she called the shots, and it drove me wild.
“Mmmmm,” she purred out when she finally had me all the way inside of her, the small spasms of her inner muscles massaging my cock. “So good.”
I couldn’t speak at that moment as she raised her hips up, her pussy sucking on my cock.
An ache of the best kind roared through me as she lowered again, sheathing me inside of her. We were skin on skin, but I wasn’t worried because I knew everyone at the Ranch had been tested. Her sigh of pleasure as she sank down again had me lifting my hips, seating her all the way to the root. Her small hands gripped my shoulders, kneading the muscles there as she began to ride me, slowly at first then faster.
The erotic sounds of her wet pussy, the gasping of her breath, the way she looked with her head thrown back were the things dreams were made of. Wet, dirty, dreams that is. I watched her breasts bounce with her movements, the nipples pink and tight. Lunging forward as much as I could, I bit gently into the side of one of those soft mounds, nowhere near as hard as she bit me but enough to make her gasp. Instead of pulling away, she moved so I could work her nipple, sucking it deep, lost in her.
Arching her hips, she pulled her breast from my greedy mouth and gasped out, “Look at me.”
Our eyes met and I felt like lightning struck me. There was a connection between us that went beyond the flesh, beyond just lust. When I looked into her stunning green eyes, I felt like I was looking into her soul. Cheesy but so very true. We were connected in every way, body and spirit, and I reveled in feelings I’d never experienced before. Her lips parted as she began to pant, really riding me now, making my promise to not come until she said almost impossible. I was so primed, so ready to go I felt almost savage with the need to fill her up.
“Yes”—she broke our gaze to kiss me—“almost there, come with me, Tristan.”
I shifted my pelvis giving her room to rub her clit against my lower abdominals. She did just that, taking what she wanted from me, sending me into a place where only our bodies existed. Where the need to release became the center of my universe.
“Tristan,” she moaned, grinding down on me, “come for me.”
I bounced her on my cock the best I could, groaning as she tensed, her nails digging into me. She leaned forward, muffling a harsh moan against my neck as she bit me. The pain triggered my release and I came so fucking hard I almost blacked out. My heart surged, pounding an intense beat that matched the contraction and release of my dick as I filled her up. During all of this she kissed and licked my neck, her body soft and pliant against mine, her pussy squeezing tight as she rode out the fading echoes of her own orgasm.
We remained like that, pressed together, sweaty and making soft sounds of enjoyment. A cool wind blew over us, setting her now mussed hair floating around my face, the strands of red burning almost bronze in the bright light. When she sat up, she gave me a beaming smile, her eyes sparkling in a way that entranced me. She was a goddess made flesh, and I wanted to worship her.
After easing off of me, she grabbed some wipes that she’d brought over and cleaned both of us up but left me restrained.
I said nothing as she shimmied back into her dress and giggled as she stumbled a little.
“I must say”—she leaned over to undo the restraints on my wrists—“that was amazing.”
Once my arms were free, I pulled her down onto my lap, the fabric of her dress soft against my skin. “Fuck yeah it was.”
Giggling again, she gave me a long, slow kiss that melted through me. “How are your arms? Wrists okay and everything?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I gave her a small smile as she stroked my face with her fingertips. “I can take a lot more than that.”
“Mmmm, I bet you can.” She rested her head on my chest, snuggling into my arms as she got comfortable on my lap. “Are you going to be at the dinner tonight at Derek’s?”
“Unfortunately, no. There are a couple mares that might be having their foals soon. I’m on night duty in the stables to keep an eye on them.”
Her reddish blonde eyebrows flew up. “Will you help them deliver?”
“I’ll call Travis, he’s the Stable Master and he’ll call Ranch’s vet if I see them going into labor. For the most part we’re hands off with the animals when they have their young and let nature take its course. We only step in if help is needed.”
“That’s logical. Since I won’t see you later tonight, did you have any questions about helping me out with my class tomorrow?”
I rubbed my face before I let out a heavy sigh, not wanting her to think less of me, but also wanting to be honest. “I’ve uh… read your books, but I don’t really know all the manners and stuff. I don’t want to embarrass you by using the wrong fork, or not bowing at the right time, or some shit. I know that kind of thing is important to you.”
“Silly man,” she said, playing with my chest hair, pausing to give my nipple a good pinch, “I wouldn’t expect you to know the ins and outs of high protocol, and I would never be embarrassed by you.”
“Still, I just… I don’t know…” I sighed, trying to put my thoughts into words, “I just want you to relax and have a good time. You have a great reputation and I don’t want people to look at me and wonder why a woman of your caliber and class is with someone like me.”
She sat up and looked me straight in the eye, the innate power that made her a Domme filling the space between us. “While we may not know each other very well, I assure you I’m nothing but proud to have you with me. You are a smart, charming, sexy as hell man who makes me smile. Who cares if you don’t know high protocol, things like that can be learned if it’s something that interests you. Does it? Please, be honest with me.”
Part of me wanted to lie, to assure her that I found the idea of high protocol something I wanted to pursue, but one thing I’d learned early on was to never lie to your BDSM partner. So much of what we did was based on trust, and you couldn’t have that trust when one party was pretending to be something they weren’t. I worried she’d lose interest in me, would think we weren’t compatible, and that I’d only get this one taste of heaven with her, but I couldn’t lie to her.
“It kind of does, but not really.” I licked my lips trying to read her face as I said, “I’m open to exploring it as long as you’re the one teaching me. Shit, you could teach me to crochet, or how to have a tea party, and I’d be into it.”
She gave me a soft kiss that I returned in earnest, our bodies stroking together in an unhurried way that was pure, decadent pleasure.
Pulling back, she smiled at me again, her lips pinkish red and slightly swollen. “You are very sweet, and maybe someday I will teach you to crochet, but I have other ideas for you now.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Though I’m not sure how much help I’ll be with the high-protocol stuff.”
“Don’t worry, I have that covered. All I’ll need you to do is just be yourself, or a version of yourself.”
“Uh, not sure what you mean by that.”
She ran her fingertips over the leather collar still around my throat. “Last night you mentioned you’re into pet play, right? It’s one of your favorite aspects of the BDSM lifestyle?”
I let a growl enter my voice as I said, “I enjoy it. A lot.”
She resumed stroking my chest, seemingly unable to keep her hands off of me. I could relate, I hadn’t stopped running my fingertips over the soft skin of her back, the silky feeling of her a decadent pleasure. The wind blew her hair again, partially obscuring one side of her face as she studied me closely with a small smile.
“I’ve been thinking about how you stated your play was more along the lines of a guard dog. Big, strong, protective of his Mistress. Untamable by anyone but her.”
“You got it,” I shifted a bit, adjusting my now semi-hard dick pressing against her skirt.
She tapped my leather collar again. “What does being a pet mean to you? What do you enjoy? Or, maybe more importantly, what doesn’t do it for you?”
I considered this. “I’m not into bathroom type stuff, no peeing on a tree for me. And I don’t really get into the whole barking thing. Is that going to be an issue?”
Her smile warmed my chest. “No, you wouldn’t have to bark if you don’t want to. But you could growl. And if you need to speak with me, we can set up some kind of signal. But the point of pet play, at least for me, is to allow you to relax and not have to be ‘human’. You won’t have to worry about manners, or which spoon to use, or the intricate dance of high protocol. All you will have to worry about is serving and protecting your Mistress.”
“And that’s going to help you teach your high-protocol class?”
“The class isn’t strictly high-protocol education. I’ll be spanning a lot of different topics and having you there as your dog persona would work for what I need.”
“Then I’m more than happy to help out. What about crawling everywhere? One of my knees has an old injury, not sure how long I could keep that up.”
Pressing her soft lips to my collarbone, she licked up along the side of my neck before saying, “I won’t require you to crawl. Think of it more like… being Anubis restrained. The head of a dog, the body of a man, wearing the collar of your Mistress. I’ll expect you to kneel and maybe a few other things, but I’ll keep your knee in mind.”
I let out a soft sigh as she resumed stroking me. “That’ll work. I don’t know how busy you are or what your schedule is, but tomorrow evening the Ranch is hosting a mosh in the park.”
“A mosh? Like a mosh pit at a concert?”
Grinning, I ran my hand over my head, the stubble scraping against my palm. “No, nothing like that. It’s when the pets and their owners get together to hang out. We do activities and the pets can play together in a big group known as a mosh.”
Her green eyes narrowed. “What kind of play? Sexual?”
“Sometimes, but the outdoor weekly mosh is more for blowing off steam and companionship. It’s usually just the pets losing themselves in their animal personas and having a chance to play and burn off some stress. Think of it like a dog park. Yeah you’ll get the occasional animals trying to hump on each other, but mostly it’s just letting loose and enjoying being a pet. For those who do want to engage in the sexual side of things, there are different meetups and parties.” I gave the glider a push with my foot again, sending us swaying. “The mosh is a lot of fun, I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“I think I will as well. And just to remind you, while we are together, I don’t share.”
I brought her hand to my mouth, kissing her fingertips as I said, “And neither do I.”
“You’re awfully bossy for a sub,” she teased me as I released her hand.
“I know. That’s part of the reason why I like being Diesel.”
“Diesel?”
I fought a blush as I dipped my head a little and grinned at her. “Yeah, the name of my dog persona.”
“What does being Diesel have to do with you being bossy?”
The wind blew hard enough to lift her skirt, revealing a hint of her spectacularly sexy panties before she smoothed the fabric back down. “Well, I’m kind of always in charge, or at least I was. Back in Chicago, I was pretty high ranking in my precinct, and I was known as the kind of guy who got shit done, so people would come to me for help. When you’re as naturally protective as I am, it’s hard to turn that vigilance off and relax. Even when I’m not on the job, I’m never really off duty. As a human, I find it almost impossible. But as Diesel, once I get into the right headspace, it’s a lot easier. Something happens inside my head when I put my mask on, when I slip into my harness and gear up. I’m able to let go of control in a way I find really hard to when I’m just me.”
She was quiet for a moment, just studying me with soft eyes. “You are a very interesting man, Tristan.”
“Uh-thanks?”
The corners of her still kiss-swollen lips tilted. “You’re welcome and thank you for being so honest with me.”
We swung in silence for a while, content in each other’s company as she watched the trees swaying above us, and I watched her. Images of her dancing on various stages, snippets from the videos I’d seen, flashed through my mind. As gorgeous as she’d been in full costume dancing her heart out, I found her even more beautiful now. Along with her shoes, her hat had been discarded on the grass near the glider, and our activities had mussed her carefully curled hair. The bright red lipstick she’d been wearing was long gone, and there was a relaxation to her delicate features that I hadn’t seen before. It suddenly dawned on me that her life must be stressful as hell. Up until this point, I’d kind of seen her as this larger-than-life figure, someone who had it all together, but she was so much more than her public persona.
“Mind if I ask you a few questions about yourself?” I asked as she let one of her hands fall over the side of the glider’s bench seat, trailing her fingers over the grass as we rocked.
“What kind of questions?” she asked in a sharp voice as she grew tense on my lap, her arms crossing over her chest.
The change in her body language tipped me off that I’d stumbled on a hidden minefield. “Nothing too personal. I was just wondering why you went into sociology. But if that’s too personal, it’s okay.”
She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Sorry I snapped at you. I’m just a little protective of my privacy after that whole… you know. Debacle with the videos.”
I rubbed her knee as I said, “Actually, I don’t know.” She tensed again and I quickly added, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“No, no, it’s no big deal. Well, it is a big deal but I’m trying to not make it a big deal.” She sighed and looked up at the tree as she said, “I was dating a guy for a couple years. I thought he was ‘the one’. Turns out he wasn’t. He scammed me and a bunch of other people out of money with a cryptocurrency scheme and tried to blackmail me with videos he had recorded during our intimate playtimes. I told the FBI and the police when I found out, and in retaliation he released some of those videos onto the Internet. Everyone saw them, my family, friends, everyone. I know it sounds silly considering I’m a burlesque dancer and show almost all of my body when I perform, but having people see me having sex—sharing intimacy with my submissive—felt so violating.” Red stained her upper chest and her cheeks, her voice harsh as she said, “I lost a bunch of endorsements, and a few universities where I was booked to lecture canceled me as well. The worst was the gossip storm it caused among some of my extended family. My mom tried to do damage control, but going to the annual family reunion that summer was super awkward. I could feel people judging me, shunning me and treating me differently all because I like to have kinky sex.”
“Shit, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
“Thank you. It’s why I don’t really play in public anymore. I used to enjoy it, but now I just feel… almost sick with worry that someone is recording me. My manager did a lot of damage control, and we’ve worked hard with tech experts on getting my video taken down anytime it pops up on a site, but you know how the Internet is. Once it’s on there, it never really goes away.”
“No offense, but fuck people for treating you differently. You were the victim in the situation; they had no right to make you feel any shame at all. You did the right thing, and it cost you. They should have had your back.”
Her smile erased some of the shadows in her eyes as she patted my chest. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say… in a scary way. You can be quite intimidating when you’re mad. It’s kind of sexy.”
I laughed, the tension breaking a bit as I resumed cuddling her. “Yeah, well, I’ve seen a lot of bad shit when I was on the force in Chicago. I always hated it when victims got blamed for shit their perpetrator did to them. Our society is kinda fucked up that way.”
“Indeed it is. Okay, happy thoughts, enough of this melancholy.” She gave my nipple a tweak that made me yelp and her smile. She settled back so her head was resting on the pillows over the arm of the glider, her legs draped over my lap. “I’m assuming you have pet play gear that you like?”
A little taken aback by the quick change in topic, I nodded. “You assumed right.”
“Wear whatever you feel comfortable in tomorrow, except for the collar. I want to choose that myself. Are you comfortable wearing my collar? I know some consider it more binding than a wedding ring, others an accessory. In this case, it symbolizes that while I’m here, you’re mine and I don’t share. Is that going to be an issue?”
“No issue at all. Truth be told, I don’t want to share you with anyone else anyways. Selfish, I know, but I’m old enough to know myself and I’m very protective of you.” He leaned down and raised me with his arm so he could give me a soft kiss. “And I’ll gladly wear your collar.”
“Excellent.” She yawned and stretched out again, humming softly as I kept the glider rocking. “This place feels like paradise. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and the air smells so clean. And I just had some stupendous orgasms.”
I brushed my fingers up and down her smooth legs, just enjoying touching her, not seeking to build any heat when she was so obviously tired. “That was one of the first things I noticed about the Ranch. When I got out of the car, it smelled way different from Chicago. No exhaust, no ever-present reek of rotting garbage, or the faint stink of piss and just too many people in one place. And the silence was crazy. That first night I had a hard time sleeping. I had to put a TV show with sounds of traffic and shit on in the background to get a wink. I was so used to the cacophony of sirens, cars, and people thumping around on the floors above, below, and beside me that being alone, in my new house, felt uncomfortable.”
She closed her eyes, curling on her side a little as she said, “But it’s not really quiet, is it? I mean I can hear the chirp of insects, the breeze through the trees, and a thousand other sounds that are faint, but still part of the natural music. Speaking of insects, do you want to put your clothes back on so you don’t get eaten by mosquitoes?”
“Nah, I’m good. It’s breezy enough to keep them away. I’ll wait until you fall asleep, then get dressed.”
One eye peeked open at me as she gave me a small smile. “I’m so very glad I met you, Tristan.”
Stroking her legs as she closed her eyes again, I said in a low voice filled with meaning, “Me too.”