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A bolt of excitement lit her nervous system and she amended her plans for the afternoon. She was initially going to talk to him about why he was so despondent, but maybe it would be better to give him some good memories. Something to hold onto when the going got tough, when he hated her for pulling the scabs off his emotional wounds.

Clicking, she urged Goddess forward and they moved at a brisk trot. Behind her Wyatt swore softly and she wondered if it was because of her ass rising up and down in the saddle, or if he had an erection, making trotting a most comfortable experience. A hint of mineral tang in the air from the lake reached her nose and she smiled as they broke through the tree line on the shore of the lake.

Thanks to the previous owners, there was a large sandy beach adjacent to the water and a pontoon floated farther out. There was even a pier, but she had no interest in fishing or boating right now.

Wyatt rode up next to her. “Wow, big lake. How much property do you have?”

“Around a hundred acres.” She dismounted and pulled a large folded blanket down from behind her saddle. She left the reins loose so Goddess could wander around at will. “This lake is pretty deep. It’s mineral-fed so we can swim in it without worrying about splashing around in toxic waste from some factory upstream.”

Wyatt followed suit, dismounting and giving Pants’ neck a good scrub before sending him off to graze. “We going skinny dipping?”

“No.”

He pursed his lips and helped her stretch the blanket out onto the sand. The red and gold patterns woven into the fabric blazed in the bright sunlight and she sighed, turning her face to the sky. “Strip.”

“What?”

“I said strip. Take off your clothes and lie down on the blanket on your stomach.”

“Why?”

There was so much suspicion in that word that she snorted and tossed off her hat. “Either do as I say or stop wasting my time.”

He stiffened, then whipped his shirt off with a defiant tilt to his chin. She pretended indifference and turned her face back to the sun while closing her eyes. In reality, she was afraid of her own actions if she saw him fully nude, waiting in the sunlight for her like one of Yuki’s most erotic bronze statues come to life.

Settling sounds came from the area of the blanket before he said, “I’m on my stomach on the blanket, Domina.”

Opening her eyes, she turned and slowly took in the visual feast of Wyatt’s perfect ass. Round and muscular, a shade lighter than his tanned back, her hands flexed with the need to grab it and sink her teeth into it. He looked up at her with hazel eyes gone dark with desire.

“Close your eyes.”

He frowned, but complied. She moved around to his side so he couldn’t peek and began to take off her own clothes. After folding them in a neat pile she straddled Wyatt’s back, tracing the muscles stiff with tension with her gaze. He kept twitching like he was going to look over his shoulder, but so far his eyes stayed closed.

“Callahan, you’re wound up tighter than an eighty-year-old virgin’s cooch.”

He laughed, his voice rough as he replied, “Domina, you have no idea how hard it is to keep from looking at you. To see your beautiful body, to brush my knuckle between your legs to find out how wet you are for me.”

She swallowed hard, her knees threatening to give out. “Do you want to know how wet I am?”

“Fuck yes.”

She slowly knelt down onto his back until she straddled his hips. Tilting her pelvis, she leisurely rubbed her pussy in tight circles on his lower spine. She was wet enough that she slid easily, his muscles bunching and shifting beneath her aching sex. Unable to help herself, she lay full on his back, her breasts crushed against him as she pressed her clit into this tailbone.

“I’m going to give you a back rub, Wyatt. Do you think you can stay still for me?”

“I don’t know.” His shoulders flexed, a delicious display of male power. “If I do, will you let me taste you? Please?”

“No.” She leaned forward, breathing in his ear. “But if you hold very still I may orgasm while I’m touching you. Do you think you can do that for me? I’ll need you very, very still.”

He froze, then a full body shiver vibrated his frame against hers. “I’ll try.”

“Don’t try. Do.”

Beginning with his shoulders she pressed her thumbs into the rock-hard mass of muscle, working him until his breathing became more even. She placed a soft kiss where his spine met his neck, rubbing her lips back and forth on the soft hair there. He had a variety of tattoos and she admired them while she worked, tracing the patterns with her finger. She dragged her nipples over him, relishing the pleasurable ache radiating through her body, unwilling to do anything to assuage it yet.

She continued to work on him, moving down his ribs, pausing now and again to place a kiss on different sections, or a sharp nip if the mood hit her. Wyatt would tense, then relax, then tense again. Spinning around, she began to work on his tight buttocks, tracing her finger down the seam and smiling when he clenched up.

“Have you ever let a woman play back here?”

“Hell no.” His voice was tight. “Domina.”

“Hmmm.” She mentally added taking him with a strap-on to her bucket list.

Soon the warmth of the sun did the work of her hands, soothing him and helping him relax beneath her. The scent of his heated skin mixed with her own, creating an intoxicating and very unique perfume that added to her arousal. God, she wanted to flip him over and look at what he was packing, see if the reality matched the glimpses she’d seen through his jeans, but she didn’t dare. Giving herself to him too quickly would spoil his full appreciation of the pleasures his body had to offer them both. She needed him fully committed to the moment, every ounce of his concentration on her. She needed him to embrace life, to look forward to the pleasures that far outweighed the pains.

He’d been amazingly well-behaved today and she wondered what his triggers were for his panic attacks. Being exposed outdoors didn’t seem to stress him out too much, but being out for a ride might have helped. There was just something about a horse’s rocking gait that seemed to sooth the soul. She’d have to push him a little bit later today. Right now it was all about pleasure and he’d been such a good boy.

She turned around again and began to rock her hips back and forth, as if his hard cock was inside of her, her movements fluid and unhurried. Bracing her hands on his shoulders she moved a little faster, her throbbing clit dragging deliciously over his smooth skin covering taut muscle. His breathing picked up and he began to make rough sounds deep in his throat as she moved back and forth. With each drag of her hips she drifted closer to her orgasm, a tightening in her stomach making her moan aloud.

“Fuck, Doc...uh...Domina, please let me make you come. I swear I won’t do anything you don’t want. Please let me touch you.” She’d bet her 'Vette that right now his cock was close to bursting, blood filling him until he wanted to rut into the ground beneath him. The pain from his denied orgasm must be exquisite and a deep wave of satisfaction moved through her. All that power, all that need, contained and controlled by her will. It made her feel like she held a tiger captive on a leash made of cobwebs.

“No.” She smiled as he cursed and his hips rose just the slightest bit beneath her.

She didn’t know what it was about teasing a man that got her off so intensely, but knowing that Wyatt wanted her so badly and couldn’t have her because he'd chosen to submit to her wishes drove her crazy. Desire burned through her, hotter than the sun beating down on her shoulders, and she began to play with her nipples, squeezing and pinching them, imagining they were in his mouth. Her whole body became sensitized and she opened herself to the feeling, inhaling Wyatt's scent mixed with her musk deep into her lungs, mentally straining for a connection to him.

Each roll of her hips increased his agitation until he practically bucked under her, as if he was fucking a willing woman beneath him.

“Mmmm, I’m going to come, Wyatt. My pussy is so wet and swollen. Imagine what it would feel like to plunge your cock into me right now, to fuck the orgasm out of me.”

“God dammit!” Wyatt started to get up, then settled back down. “I’m losing my fucking mind, Domina. Please come, please use me. Fucking hell, I can feel how hot and wet you are. Come for me, please come for me.” His voice had a deep, guttural quality and yet still somehow managed to sound like begging. A rough and sweet pleading that moved her heart and brushed against her soul.

She rode him hard, all pretenses of seduction gone. Grinding her pelvis in tight circles on his back she gasped at the first tightening sensation deep in her belly, a delicious precursor of the pleasure waiting a breath away. She lay fully against him, her breathing ragged as she wrapped her arms around him the best she could, wanting this connection, needing it. This was Wyatt beneath her, the man who’d risked his life time and time again to save hers, the man who trusted her enough to give himself to her for a month’s time.

“You feel so good,” she breathed into his ear. “I’m about to come. Everything is getting tight, needy. I…oh God…Wyatt.”

He rolled his hips beneath her, the muscles of his back contracting and flexing as he moved with her, giving her what she needed, what she craved. She pressed herself as close to him as she could and bit the swell of muscle where his shoulder connected to his neck, muffling her cries. Then her body broke with pleasure and she writhed atop him, her empty pussy clenching and releasing, a welcome rush of intense sensation that had her moaning incoherently. Through it all Wyatt kept whispering deliciously naughty things to her, a litany of how he was going to take her, fuck her, taste her when she finally gave him permission.

When the last shudder was wrung from her pleasure-saturated body she collapsed on top of him, her rapid breathing slowing while he continued to move beneath her, little involuntary twitches that made her smile. Oh, he was feeling it now, that raw hunger that could only come from fierce, unsated sexual need. She rubbed her face back and forth over him before lifting herself off and standing on unsteady legs. She’d left a slick spot on his back, evidence of her release.

It would be wonderful to make him flip over and ride either his amazing tongue or big cock, but with the edge taken off of her own need, she found herself more solidly in control of her own desire, allowing her to see to his. With his eyes tightly closed, Wyatt practically trembled from the strain of obeying her wishes. She ran her finger through the moist folds of her labia, gathering her arousal.

Kneeling on the side he wasn’t facing, she traced her finger over his lips, gasping as he opened his mouth and sucked at her with an almost frantic need. Each flick of his tongue seemed to stroke between her legs, as if her finger had a direct connection to her clit. Her desire began to slowly build again and she reluctantly pulled away from him.

He started to turn, but she stood and placed her foot lightly on the back of his neck. “Don’t move.”

It took her longer than usual to put on her clothes due to her shaking hands, but she finally managed to get everything into place and nudged his hip with her foot. “Get dressed. Yuki is expecting us in the studio.”

He leaned up on his elbows and gave her a dirty look that made her giggle. His brows drew lower, but the edge of his mouth twitched with a suppressed smile. “How cold is the water in the lake?”

“Not too bad at the shore, but if you swim out deeper it gets chilly.”

“Excellent.”

He leapt from the blanket and she had a brief glimpse of a very impressive erection before he sprinted away and surged into the water, his broad shoulders flexing as he dove beneath the surface. Feeling wonderfully alive and satisfied, she watched him swim out to the pontoon and back, splashing through the water with long, aggressive strokes while she went to gather up their horses.

*****

Yuki looked up with they entered the small living room off the barn, a wide smile lighting her face. She had on her welder’s apron and James sat on the couch pushed against the far wall, his laptop open as he checked his investments and did some day trading. In the real world James was a very successful investment banker, so successful that he had been able to retire at the age of thirty-five, though he still played the market.

“Hi guys,” Yuki said as she examined Wyatt’s still damp hair. “Did you go down to the lake?”

“We did.” Michelle glanced over at Wyatt with a grin. “It was most refreshing.”

James closed his laptop and shook his head in mock pity. “Looks like one of you had fun.”

“I don’t know if fun is the word I’d be using,” Wyatt muttered.

The combined laughter of Yuki and James filled the room. Yuki shrugged out of her apron and pointed her chin to the coffee pot. “Would you like a cup, Michelle?”

James stood and gestured to Wyatt. “Come on, I’ll show you around while these two gossip. You have no idea how nice it is to have another guy here.”

Wyatt shot Michelle a heated glance, but allowed James to lead him out the door.

As soon as he was out of sight Michelle let out a harsh sigh and collapsed back on the overstuffed pale blue couch against the wall. “Motherfucker.”

“I was going to ask if he was any good, but the way you’re all relaxed now speaks for itself.”

She sat up and fidgeted with the edge of the couch that had begun to fray. “Well, we didn’t exactly do that.”

“Huh. Oral?”

“Um, nope.”

“Fingers?”

“Uh uh.”

“For fuck's sake woman, did you come from a kiss?”

“Actually we haven’t kissed yet either.” She dared a glance at Yuki and winced at the disapproval radiating from her best friend. “I don’t want to rush things.”

“Okay, so how is somehow having an orgasm with him not rushing things? You’re putting the cart before the horse, my dear.”

“Don’t push me. I-I’m not ready.”

Yuki crossed the room with a brisk stride before squatting down in front of Michelle, getting in her personal space. Typical Domme, always poking where she wasn’t invited. “Honey, Owen would be super pissed if he saw you doing this.”