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"No."
"Is that how you usually sleep?"
"Sometimes boxers, but it's easier to jump right in the shower first thing in the morning if you're already bare-assed."
"Such a practical man. Do you keep any lube near your bed? Anything you can use as lube?"
He blinked. "Uh, there's this balm I put on my hands or lips sometime when they get real chapped and cracked. It's in the nightstand drawer."
"Perfect. Spread a good amount on your hands, and then grip your cock with one of them, and put two fingers of the other hand up your ass. All the way to the bottom knuckle."
"What?"
"You've had a woman lick your rim. Penetrate you with her fingers?"
Some of his more experienced bed partners had introduced him to it. But he'd actually never put his own fingers up his ass.
"Yeah. A couple times. Just haven't done it with my own."
"No time like the present. I want you to start getting your ass ready for when I'll put on a nice thick strap-on and fuck your brains out, the way you've fucked your cute little buckle bunnies. Your fingers are nice and thick, much better than mine for that purpose. So do it."
Again he hesitated, but the erotic lure of it was too much for him to resist. The internal muscles of his ass already clenched with anticipation. "Okay."
"Hmm. I'm thinking I'd like to hear something a little more along the lines of 'Yes ma'am'. Think you can manage that?"
He paused, thought it over, and then it came to his lips as if it had just been waiting there to be said. "Yes ma'am." He'd called her Mistress the other night in the heat of the moment. Some part of him wanted to say that now too. But he restrained himself with "ma'am".
She purred. "God, hearing a cowboy say 'Yes, ma'am' in that drawl. It makes me want to have you stand in a corner and just say it all day long while I play with myself."
"I'd be happy to do the playing. Ma'am."
She laughed then, a throaty sound. "You like to flirt, Quinn. I like that."
Actually, he'd never been much in that department, but the edgy way she played at it herself inspired him. Then her voice sharpened to that sultry demand again. "Have you done what I told you to do?"
He slathered the udder balm on his fingers and gripped his cock, which was already nice and aching, like the skin was going to split right off it. Then he reached back, eased his other greased-up fingers into himself. His cock convulsed, cream blooming on the top, and a rasping breath escaped his lips.
"Nice." Her voice had that hum to it that he could feel vibrating all the way to his testicles. "The first time I fuck you, Quinn, I'm going to have you lying face down on your bed. I'm going to tie your wrists and ankles, spread you out wide. Then I'm going to put myself against your back, drag my nice big rubber cock down your spine, put it between your cheeks and push in so, so slow, until you're stretched and burning. Until your mind is completely breaking apart from the way it feels to have me fucking you like a man while my breasts press against your back and my hair brushes your shoulder, and you smell my cunt getting so wet..."
"God...Mistress."
"You can come for me now, Quinn. But you have to do it within five minutes or you don't get to do it at all. Remember what I said. I want to hear every filthy, uncensored thing going through your mind."
So he did just that. He described exactly what he was doing, the grip he had on his dick, how he was pushing the taut skin up to the head, stroking just the right spot firm and intent, and he said all sorts of delightful filthy things. How he wanted to fuck her cunt, her ass, shove himself into her mouth, come all over her tits...how he wanted her to fuck him...down on his knees, her behind him, fingers shoving into his ass, tongue there, then using the handle of his whip, making him shudder and bite back pleas for mercy as she worked him, his balls drew up and...
He spewed all over himself as she whispered the words to him. "Now, Quinn. Now."
The hot syrup clung to his fingers and dripped onto his balls. His skin was on fire wherever it touched. He felt as if every bit of energy had drained from his body through his cock and spilled around him. He'd had all kinds of sex--down and dirty, hot and sexy, even passable phone sex. But this? She had gotten into his mind, into his body, and taken over his senses. He had been powerless to do anything but what she commanded.
He was barely catching his breath when she spoke. "Remember, you call me whenever you need to do that."
She hung up. Just like that, leaving him hanging on to the throaty sound of her voice, which told him she was just as aroused. It tormented him as visions of her naked body shimmered in the air, her slender hips, her smooth pussy, her breasts swollen, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth. He imagined her pinching each of those nipples until they were engorged and stiff, then letting those fingers drift down the silken flesh of her stomach to her pussy. Separating the plump lips with the fingers of one hand while with the other she caressed her glistening slit in a long glide.
Christ! Heat jolted right into his balls and the vein feeding his shaft pulsed as his blood surged through it.
He closed his eyes and in his mind saw her bend her legs to give herself better access. Slip two then three fingers into her waiting cunt. His heart thudded as she fucked herself, now pinching her clit with her other hand and tugging and rolling it, bringing herself to climax with her slim fingers.
When she convulsed, spasms rippling over her body, his cock hardened to the point he was afraid to touch it for fear of damaging himself. At this rate, he'd have her on the phone all the damn time. He forced his eyes open, wiping away the image.
He needed more. Much more. Even if it meant letting her call the shots.
He couldn't leave it there so he dialed her again. She picked up on the first ring.
"Even your recovery time couldn't be that good."
"It just might be, baby." He grinned at the sound of her chuckle. "How are you?"
She paused. "What?"
"I asked how you're doing. Are you okay? Did your day go okay? I've been pretty busy with the ranch, and I haven't had a chance to check in."
He sensed the change in subject matter surprised her but she answered him. "You've checked in with Maria and your ranch hands to see how I'm doing, what I've been buying."
"Yeah."
"Then you know how I'm doing." She hung up again.
He stared at the phone. Was she pissed at him? She hadn't sounded that way. It sounded like she'd chuckled at him again before she ended the call. She was hard to figure. It took an act of will not to call back again, for more than one reason.
Sleep eluded him. Every scene with her played over and over in his mind. He felt the bite of the lash on his back, her touch on his bare ass, the sensation of her mouth. The unbelievable ability she had to bend him to her will. At last, he gave up and left the bed, getting an early jump on the day.
As he went about his work throughout the morning and afternoon, knowing he had to call her to get off kept him in a constant semi-aroused state. Perversely, it also helped him suppress the urge to call so he wouldn't seem like some sex-crazed lunatic. At least until evening.
Once he was in the shower that night, the water running down his bare body, the meanderings of his tired mind went right to his cock, and before he knew it, he was throbbing again. Her words in the darkness of early morning played out in his mind.
"I'll put on a nice thick strap-on and fuck your brains out."
Again his inner muscles tightened and a bolt of lust speared him. Fucking a woman's ass always turned him on, but what would it be like to experience it from the other side? Allowing that had never even been on his sexual horizon but now that Selene had planted the image in his mind...
