Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (14 page)

“I’ve got you, Emma,” whispered Valerie. “I’m still your top, whoever is holding the flogger. But Diego is much better at this than I am.”

That was an understatement. Diego warmed her back and moved onto her ass. Despite the cool air, she was sweating.

“Cover her back,” Diego said. She heard Valerie move, and in moments, a blanket was around her top half. Her bottom, however, was bare to the world. And to Diego’s flogger. The blows seemed to come from below, a sharp caress for the underside of her buttocks. So close to her pussy, which was well protected by her closed and bound legs. She squirmed, trying to get some friction, but she couldn’t.

He spanked her with his hand, in time with the drums. With each swat he would linger and squeeze. When he pulled on her buttocks, she could feel her pussy lips move. She wanted to be touched there, but the way Valerie had tied her, she wasn’t sure he even could.

“People are coming by and watching you,” whispered Valerie.

“No.” She felt obliged to protest, but Valerie’s words made her wetter. Moisture trickled down her thighs.

Something smaller than a hand, harder than a flogger tapped against her backside. “Would you like to show everyone what a good girl you are?” asked Diego.

“Yes,” she said, even though it gave the lie to what she’d just told Valerie.

“Even if it hurts?”

“Yes.” A sting would be worth it. She wasn’t sure why she felt she would be proud to take pain in front of all these people. But she would.
Look at me.

Whatever it was stopped tapping. And then it struck, pain blossoming on her ass. There was a spot on one cheek where it slapped. And a line across the other where it stung like hell. She cried out.

“What is it?”

“A riding crop. Want another?”

She hesitated.

“People are watching,” he said.

Valerie squeezed her hands.

“More, please, Sir,” she said.

He flicked the crop. It must have been the other way, because the line was on the other cheek and the slapping spot was different too. The sting made her core tighten and her pussy tingle. This time he didn’t wait or ask before moving and delivering another.

It stung and burned. She stuck out her ass for more, imagining the way it looked. Not to whoever was watching, not to Valerie, but to him.
For
him. She wanted to make him look good, to show everyone she was eager for what marks he gave her. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see anything, and it left her free to think about how she must look to him. The next blow made her press against the tree, gritting her teeth to avoid a shriek.

Then she pushed her ass out again. Bound as she was she couldn’t do much more than that, and the rope rubbed against her when she tried even that little movement. It didn’t matter. It was like a dance, to the beat of the distant drums. Bum-ba-dum-whack-bum-ba-dum-ass back out. It hurt more than square dancing. But it made her pussy ache. Her skin tingled. She could feel a climax build inside her, but she doubted the crop could press her over the edge. The frustration was annoying and delicious.

She couldn’t imagine she was ever going to say stop.

“Valerie, would you mind unbinding my sub’s legs?” asked Diego.

Yes, please
. Emma had imagined him fucking her against the tree. The bark would probably scrape. She didn’t care. She just wanted him inside her and didn’t care who watched.

“She’s
my
sub,” said Valerie.

Diego chuckled. “Still, would you mind?”

“She’s that way for a reason. She didn’t want sexual contact,” said Valerie.

“Oh, for God’s sake, get the ropes off me, Val!” cried Emma, realizing it wasn’t very submissive. Valerie was right. She had agreed to be Val’s sub. But it was impossible to think of her friend as really being in charge now that Diego was there.

“Now that’s a girl who knows what she wants,” said Diego, the approval in his voice making her tummy flip.

The knot was on the tree, so she didn’t feel Val’s hands on her. In a few moments, her legs were loose.

“Do you want…” Diego trailed off maddeningly.

She was almost tempted to just say yes.
Whatever you want to do to me
. “Want what?”

“Sir,” he corrected.

“Want what, Sir?”

“Sexual.” He paused, drawing it out. “Contact.” There was the faint hit of mimicry of Valerie’s words, but there was also a heavy sensuality to them, as if he was savoring the words and the thought both.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Just one moment,” said Valerie. Then she felt her friend’s hot breath against her cheek. “Should I release you to him?”

The unwanted memory flashed back of being sure that he wouldn’t want her anymore. The way it happened, with her not being able to see, and all of it out of her control, had pushed it out of her mind. And when he flicked the crop against her ass, which still felt like it was on fire, it grabbed her full attention and didn’t leave her a chance to worry. Now, suddenly, she had to decide whether to let herself go.

Nothing he’s done has ever really hurt me.

Emma wondered if she had an obligation to say no. She’d promised to be Valerie’s for the evening. But Valerie surely wouldn’t offer if she wasn’t okay with it. It was Valerie’s best feature—she was always totally up-front.

“Yes, please.”

“All yours, Master Diego,” said Valerie. “I’ll stay and watch.” She could feel Valerie move away.

Diego pushed her legs apart. A hand slipped between them. She knew he would find her wet. His fingers plunged inside her, and she almost came then and there. She shifted her weight, spreading her legs farther. Blushing, because people were watching. Her friend was watching. She was being a total slut, in public.

It was incredibly freeing.

He withdrew his hand. She moaned.

He leaned over. She felt his breath on her ear. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here in the open, against the tree. And I’m not going to stop until we both come, no matter how many people watch.”

“Yes, please.” She couldn’t think of anything better.
Now.

He nibbled on her lip, sending sparks through her body. “But first I need you to take a little more for me.”

“Why?” Did pain turn him on? Wasn’t he hard yet?

He pressed his body against hers. No, he was definitely hard. She could tell that even through his pants. “Because I said so. Do you need another reason?”

“No, Sir.”

“Will you take more for me, knowing you’re going to get fucked afterward?”

It was kind of embarrassing, when he put it that way. Was she that desperate? And yet she would have been tempted to agree even without the promised reward. The crop hurt. But it was…
interesting
. And she was sure it looked sexy as hell. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Keep your legs spread.”

She moved her feet open a little farther. Was he planning to strike her
there?
She would scream if he did that with the crop. She knew she would.

He tapped her bottom and then gave her a hard stroke across it. She pressed up against the tree, the line of pain staying with her. It took a force of will to keep her legs apart, not because she needed them closed, but just because it was hard not to move. Instinct said to run. Desire said she wanted more. Slowly, she stuck her butt out again.

She felt something soft rub against her pussy and then something hard and rough. The riding crop, she realized—first the floppy tip, then the hard but flexible shaft. It brushed against her clit and then rested. She moved back on it, getting friction.
I could get off this way. People are watching. I shouldn’t. I want to.

“Such a beautiful sight,” Diego cooed. “You really are a treasure. Keep working it, Emma.”

She moved faster, trying to come. If that’s what he wanted, that’s what he’d get. The crop slipped more as she made it wet. Her breath shortened. Her core tightened.

Suddenly, the crop went away.

She waited for it to strike, panting in frustration. Just when she decided he wasn’t going to, he whipped it against her bottom, raising the now familiar line of pain and that single point at the end where it was most intense. She cried out, not able to bite back the sound.

He’ll think I’m a wimp now
. “I’m sorry, Sir.” A tear ran down her face, whether from pain or from a feeling she’d failed him she wasn’t sure.

“Why? Tears are like jewels, little treasure. And cries like music.”

“You didn’t mind?”

“Not at all. It only brings more attention to what we’re doing. Scream for me, Emma.”

He struck her with the crop again. She started to scream and then choked it off when she realized he hadn’t hit her as hard as he had before. She’d been anticipating extreme intensity, and it took her a moment to realize she hadn’t received it.

“I said scream,” Diego said, firmly but without anger. He struck her again, plenty hard enough to sting, but no harder than the last.

She screamed as if he’d struck her with a bullwhip. Not that she knew what that would feel like. But she’d imagined, once, and seen one used in the dungeon.

“Good girl.” Diego’s soft voice was a comfort. She could hear the crop whistle through the air before it struck. He wanted screaming. And what Diego wanted was hers to give. She howled into the night, knowing she was safe in his care.

The strokes of the crop were a strange substitute for the cock she wanted in her pussy, not pushing her over the edge but not letting her back away from it either. That was reason enough to scream louder, or to sob in between blows. More tears drifted down her face, but she wasn’t ashamed of them.
Jewels
, Diego had called them. It felt cathartic to let it all go, for it to be okay to cry. She had never felt comfortable crying in front of others. But the crop gave her an excuse, made it physical rather than emotional. She stuck out her ass for another stripe of pain. And waited.

What she got instead was Diego’s hands on her hips. Both of them, so he wasn’t holding the crop anymore. A second later she felt his cock at her entrance, nudging. It was erect and covered in a condom. He held her firm and filled her with one hard thrust. She knew she must have been incredibly wet to give so little resistance. The weight of him pushed her against the tree, and his body held her there. The bark was rough on her skin, but she didn’t care. Not as long as that magnificent cock was stretching her.
Just a few thrusts
. Even as she thought it, she assumed he’d stop or slow down. He seemed to be enjoying not quite letting her come.

But he didn’t. He thrust into her hard, again and again, and her climax, too long delayed, rolled over her like a tidal wave, her whole body feeling rigid, then gloriously liquid as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered in his ear.

He seemed so perfectly in control and calm as she lost control. She was like a puppet on a string, powerless to affect him. All the worries and doubts she had about playing with him came rushing back, even as tremors cascaded from her core and through her limbs.

Then she heard his breathing grow more ragged and knew she was having an effect after all. She pushed back against him. She squeezed with her pussy and was rewarded with a sound halfway between a grunt and a groan. Even tied up, she had power. She moved her hips in time with his thrusts. His cock felt like it was getting even bigger, and then at last, he sighed and let go. His cock pulsed inside her.

She twisted her head instinctively, without being sure why. He pressed his mouth against hers, and she parted her lips to admit his tongue.
That’s why
. They kissed long and deep, tongues swishing against each other. She was vaguely embarrassed by how wet her mouth became, salivating as if for a favorite meal. Which she supposed he was.

“I was afraid I’d lost you.” His voice held such heartbreak she wanted to hold him. But it also made her happy. He missed her. She mattered to him. She wasn’t the only one with those emotions.

“I was
sure
I lost you.”

“They cleared me.”

“They cleared
us
,” she corrected. “I always knew you hadn’t done it. You’re far too smart to go picking Sue’s lock in public right after that, and you were with me the whole time when someone threw the gems into my room.”

“I thought you thought—”

“Never. Not everyone decides who is guilty based on the color of their skin, or their heritage. You’re just not that kind of person.”

“And what kind of person am I?” She could hear the tension go out of his voice.

“A wonderful, masterful dom,” she whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” He sounded amused.

“Because you’re so close. Don’t get so far away that you can’t hear me whisper.”

She felt his hands go around her. His chest pressed against her back. He wasn’t just hugging her; he was hugging the tree. Untying her, perhaps. A moment later she felt the ropes around her arms loosen. Soon, she could wiggle out and rest her arms parallel to his, although she was still pinned by his body.

He slipped the blindfold off. It was darker than it had been. A little camp lantern, set up on the ground, and the distant bonfire were all that provided any light at all. Underlit by the lantern, his face looked spooky, but it was unmistakably him. Despite all the noise they made, Valerie, sitting cross-legged just behind the lantern, was the only person watching. Even Sue and her boy toy had vanished. Diego moved back. Emma twisted in his grasp and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her bra fell to the ground. She didn’t really care, no matter who walked by. Being in his arms was far more important than being covered.

They kissed again. The first kiss had been greedy. This time, she thought she might be able to depend on more coming. She was willing to take a chance, anyway.

“I hate to break up a tender moment,” said Valerie.

“But?” Diego asked.

“I’m thinking my topping services are no longer required.” Valerie got up. “Of course I’ll stay, if you feel unsafe with him. I do understand that you’re my responsibility.”

Oh my God
. Emma had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be Valerie’s sub. And Val had been doing
her
a favor. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. “I’m so sorry Val. I didn’t— Of course I’ll—”