Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (7 page)

“Yes. Stand up straight. Arch your back. Chest out. Present it for my view as well as you can.”

Her cheeks had to be bright red by now, but she did as he directed. Her breasts didn’t stand up the way she would have liked, so she was grateful for the blindfold. On the other hand, she wanted to see whether he approved. It would make all the difference. The blindfold changed so much.

“They’re beautiful, Emma. Absolutely stunning.” He flicked one nipple. It stung for a moment, and then it ached. She wanted to be touched again. Even like that. “Yes, I definitely like you topless. In fact, I insist on it. Not that you’re in any position to change things.”

“Thank you, Sir.” If she couldn’t see his reaction, at least he was telling her. She tightened the muscles in her upper back, holding her posture.

He flicked again. “You like that, do you?”

“No. Yes.”

He kissed the aching nipple. “Poor baby.” Then he flicked it again, and she moaned. She didn’t know what he was going to do next. The uncertainty mirrored her answer in a way.

His face was suddenly close enough to her cheek that she could feel his breath. “You do realize I’m going to fuck you, don’t you,” he said softly.

“Yes, Sir.” She did now.

“Touching you makes me hard. Looking at you makes me hard. What we did last night, well, you know. And I can’t wait to bury my hard cock in your pussy.”

“Then why are we standing up?”

“Because we’re going to do it my way.”

His way. “Yes, Sir.” She hoped she didn’t sound too eager.
How can I want something so much when I don’t even know what it is?

She felt his hands on the outside of her thighs, rising to her hips, lifting her skirt. “It may involve a little discomfort, but no pain. The important thing I want you to keep in mind is that it will be exactly the way I want it. Would you like to take a little discomfort for me, Emma?”

Would I like to. Not would I be willing to, but would I
like
to. Still, not pain
. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled her panties down. “Honestly, I don’t know why you bother with these things.”

“Aren’t you wearing underwear?”

“Nope. You know, I was going to hike your skirt up, but now that I’ve caught a glimpse of your lovely ass, I don’t want to deprive myself of the view.” He unbuttoned her skirt on the side and pulled it down too. It pooled with her panties around her ankles. She wasn’t sure she trusted her balance enough to step away from them.

She didn’t need to. He picked her up. She kicked, reaching for the ground instinctively, and hit something with the toe of her shoe. It had to be his shin, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he carried her somewhere.

“Yes. Right here.” He set her back down and helped her get stable again. Then he let her go entirely. She tried to stay calm. Something rustled loudly. Maybe the sheets. Maybe she was next to the bed.

She remembered how he’d asked her to stand. Of course, she hadn’t been all the way naked then, but she tried anyway. Back arched. Chest out. She didn’t even know if he was looking at her. She hoped he was, though. He was right that she liked an audience. Him.

He touched her shoulder. “You’re lovely, Emma. Let me take my clothes off. Sorry you’re not allowed to watch.”

“I want to see you.”

“You will.”

“Naked.”

“When I decide to take your blindfold off, you will. Not yet.”

All she could do was imagine. And her imagination was pretty good. She knew he was big. And muscular. And if he couldn’t possibly be as perfect as her imagination made him, well, he was still pretty good. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe they both should have blindfolds. She suppressed a giggle.

“Nothing to be nervous about,” Diego said softly. “But I enjoy your nervousness, so carry on.”

She was about to protest she wasn’t nervous, but then she realized she was, even if that wasn’t why she giggled. She was wet too. Anxiety should have put her off, but instead it was intensifying the experience and making her feel extra alive.

“Now then.” She felt his warmth as he moved to touch her. His cock nestled above her ass, hard against her back. His hands roamed over her front, squeezing her breasts lightly, slipping over her belly, sliding along her thighs. “I’ve got a condom on, so don’t you worry about that.”

“Yes, Sir.” Condoms weren’t part of her fantasies, but a man who cared enough about himself and her to wear one most definitely was.

He lifted her off the ground and shoved her thighs apart. His cock pushed against her pussy. She didn’t kick this time. She didn’t care where her feet were. She wanted him inside.

He lodged in farther and then let gravity do the rest. He stretched her as he slid inside, wakening a series of nerves. One arm wrapped around her chest and the other pressed against her mound with enough force to support her weight. It was amazing that he could lift her and still have the control to do that. She’d never been with anyone even close to that strong.

Then again, she’d never been with anyone with a cock that big either.

“Want to feel me thrusting in and out?” he asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Of course not. But I’d still like you to tell me.”

She giggled. “Yes, Sir, I do.” If he wanted to hear her, he probably wanted to hear more. “Fuck me.”

“Can’t get my best motion if all my strength has to go into holding you. So let’s go over here, against the wall.” He took a step forward and then shifted to the side slightly. His arm shifted, to hold her shoulders back instead of her chest.

“Yes.” She had fantasies of being held up against a wall and being fucked. Usually from the front, but whatever he wanted to do. He probably had his reasons. And if his reasons were entirely selfish, that was fine with her.

“Or the window.”

She yelped when she felt the cold glass against her chest. The bastard had purposely held her shoulders back so that her tits struck first. He probably got his kicks out of that. Although it was better than her face hitting, she supposed. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against the glass.

“Like I said,” he murmured. “A little discomfort.”

It was more than a little, with her nipples already hard and aching. The window felt like it was made of ice. But then his cock moved inside her. As cold as the window was, his cock was hot. He pushed in and out, and with each push forward she felt her breasts squish against the window. She pushed back, instinctively. They established a rhythm, each thrust slow but taking him deep. His hand was firm on her mound. He slipped a finger downward and pressed on her clit. She always thought she liked only a gentle touch there, but right now his hard pressure was perfect. He lowered her so that her feet could touch the floor, and she was bent at the waist.

It took her a moment to realize that a window meant more than just cold.

“Are there people out there?” she asked, panicked.

“You’re safe.”

“You promised.”

“Not to take you from this room. I didn’t promise not to give you what you want. Right now, though, no one is in position to see you.”

She relaxed. And once she did she realized she felt vaguely disappointed. Here she was, being fucked by this gorgeous man. She might not be worth watching, but he was. Of course, by pressing her against the window, he’d made her the main event.

And just because no one could see them now didn’t mean that no one would. The idea of being caught played with her mind. She shouldn’t want it. But it was exciting. The window opened onto the back. There was a set of swings she had seen, and if she’d looked almost straight down, she would have seen the stocks. Both were popular play areas. If she could see them, anyone who wandered there could certainly see her, if they bothered to look up.

The curtains had been pulled closed so they could sleep in more easily. He must have opened them. The rustling sound she’d heard earlier made sense now. He wanted her to be visible. Wanted people to have at least a chance to see that he was fucking her. The worse thing was, the more she thought about it, the more turned on she was. She bucked against him desperately, not sure whether she was trying to push back from the window or fuck him harder, but she knew she was right on the edge. If he kept this up, she would come. And anyone could see it, who happened to be walking by or playing.

“Well, there might be a couple on the swings,” he said. As he said it, he wiggled his finger against her clit and thrust in her hard.

She screamed. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming out of control. She shook so hard the window vibrated. He pulled on her hips, fucking her faster, his breathing revealing his own urgency. She turned her head, pushing her forehead against the window so she’d have better leverage and could meet his thrusts. Even the glass felt good on her breasts right now. She wanted to be touched and filled before the pleasure rippling through her subsided.

She hoped the couple on the swings were getting an eyeful. Hell, she hoped they were calling to their friends, telling them to watch her getting fucked by this gorgeous man. Hopefully they’d see his face when he came, even if she couldn’t.

He let out a low moan when it hit him. His cock pulsed inside her, joining the vibrations of her pussy. She reached to hold him inside, but her wrists wouldn’t separate. He pulled her up from the glass, holding her tight.

“The window turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thought it would.” God, he sounded smug.

“Hold me?” she pleaded.

“Yes.” He slipped out of her and turned her around. He kissed her deeply, holding her against his warm, naked body. He had taken off all his clothes. She hadn’t been sure, until now. His chest was warm and firm against her breasts, and his arms so strong.

“Now do you know what you like?” he asked.

She frowned. He’d given her wonderful pleasure, but she still felt she ought to protest. “You had no right. You should have negotiated, before you exposed me like that.”

“You’re absolutely right.” He surprised her by agreeing easily, and she didn’t know what else she could say.

He moved forward, pressing her back against the window, which was warmer than it had been. Her back leaned against the glass once more, and she wiggled her butt, trying to find the window sill, thinking that maybe she could use it to semisit. But it wasn’t there. She frowned, confused, and then it slowly dawned on her. It wasn’t a window at all.

“It’s just the mirror, love. I wouldn’t strip you in front of people without negotiation. But you have to admit, you loved it.” He lifted the blindfold off her eyes, shading them from the overhead light in the room with his hand.

He was smiling at her, but it wasn’t a triumphant, smug smile. He looked, well, proud of her. Which was crazy, because she was rather embarrassed.

The other thing she noticed right away was that he was built. His chest was well-defined, his shoulders broad, his abdomen a rippling six-pack. And even half-erect, his cock was as big as any she’d had the pleasure to see up close. He’d disposed of the condom at some point, but she could see the wrapper on the floor.

“It’s okay,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair that had headed for her eyes the moment the blindfold cleared the way. “Your desires are okay, Emma. And you felt fantastic when you came. I’d like to do that again. Soon.”

Of course she’d know it was the mirror next time, but she supposed he didn’t mean that specifically. Next time, he’d want to do it for real. And yes, it had most definitely turned her on. It was hot, being exposed. The problem was meeting people’s eyes afterward, but maybe at Bondage Ranch, she could let herself go some. She didn’t have to deal with any of the people here the rest of her life, except for Valerie.

But dealing with Valerie was bad enough. And she didn’t like being tricked. When Emma was turned on, she was excited to think there was an audience. That didn’t mean that defined her. It just meant her libido was a bit twisted. It didn’t prove a thing.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” she said, glaring at him.

“With a mirror?”

“With a mirror or a window. You have no idea what a shy person I am. To let you even see me naked gives me jitters. To let other people—you just have no idea.”

“Oh. I know a few things about shyness.”

His look of utter sincerity took her in for a moment, but then she remembered what Valerie had said about seeing him with a handful of women. “Yeah. Right. You do this sort of thing all the time.”

He took a step back from her. For a moment she thought he was going to deny it. But instead he shrugged. “Yeah. Well, now and then. But it’s not the same with everyone. Each person is different. And I’ve only done this sort of thing once with you. Well, twice.”

When he said different, she was pretty sure he meant that she was being more difficult than most. But she didn’t know how to back down and wasn’t sure she wanted to. “You tricked me.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you feel you should apologize for that?”

“No. Not this time. I did the best thing I could do, to turn on my sub, and keep her safe at the same time. To give you your fantasy without the consequences. No, Emma, I’m not going to apologize.”

They looked fixedly at each other until Emma realized there was no way she was going to win a staring contest. What he said was fair enough. “Please don’t trick me again.”

He smiled slightly. “Is that a limit?”

“Yes, I do believe it is.”

“Very well. I suggest you keep it a soft limit, but I will observe it. A lot of BDSM play relies on expectation being different, possibly scarier, than what actually happens. But there is still a lot we can do. Someday, if you’re with someone you trust, let them play with your head a little. But I will not.”

She caught the implication. Was he accusing her of not trusting him, or just stating a fact? She decided she didn’t have to be defensive. “Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled and moved a half step closer. She looked up at him. He was so tall, she’d have to stand on tiptoes to kiss him if he didn’t bend over. Even then, he’d have to tilt his head down. “And thank you for tricking me this once,” she murmured, not at all sure it was a good concession to make. But she had to admit she’d been turned on. She arched her feet, and he bent down, his lips meeting hers. She melted. And then her tummy rumbled, loudly.