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The house was silent, Annette long gone to her own home, the hands settled wherever they were, bunkhouse or other dwelling. She led the way to his bedroom as if she were in charge of the house, and damn all, just maybe she was. The sway of her hips beneath the insubstantial fabric of her dress made him want to reach out and cup the cheeks of her ass. He had to fist his hands to keep from doing that. Selene was in control.
Quinn had left one lamp on in the bedroom, the one beside the bed, turned to its lowest setting. When he moved to turn on the other one, Selene put her hand on his arm.
"Leave it. This gives me more than enough light."
Dropping the ropes onto a chair, she headed for the bathroom with the bit. He heard the sound of running water and wondered what the fuck she was planning to do with that piece of hardware.
Best not to wonder. Her voice, in his head.
She came back into the room and placed the bit on one of the nightstands. Quinn stood there, watching her, waiting for instruction from her. When she turned to him, her eyes were hot and hungry.
"Are you ready to do as I order, Quinn? Anything I order?"
He nodded, body tightening in anticipation of what was to come.
She fixed him with her haughty gaze. "I didn't hear you."
He swallowed. "Yes, Mistress."
"Excellent. Remove your clothes for me. Do it slowly. I want to enjoy seeing my package being unwrapped."
He used the bootjack in his closet to remove his boots, an age-old device that allowed him to hook each heel in the notch provided and tug his foot free. Setting the boots aside, he turned back to Selene and unbuttoned his shirt. When he pulled his arms free and tossed the shirt aside, she stepped closer to him and ran the tips of her fingers down the length of his chest. She stopped briefly as she came to each of the old scars not quite hidden by his chest hair.
"I notice these every time you're naked. How did you get them?"
He shrugged. "Hazards of rodeoing and ranching."
A tiny frown creased her brow. "You chose dangerous professions for yourself."
"It is what it is. Nothing was permanently damaged."
He was glad for the discipline he'd learned from rodeoing as she traced every ridge of muscle, brushed the fine mat of hair, drew a line with the tip of a finger from his breastbone down to the buckle on his belt. A shiver skated over his skin as she licked each scar with slow deliberation, as if just her touch could heal him even more. Fingernails flicked at his nipples, sending jolts of heat to his cock and his balls. With her delicate tongue she lapped at his toned pectorals then took a step back.
"Continue," she commanded.
He opened the big silver buckle on his belt and pulled it free from the loops before lowering the zipper of his jeans. She smiled when she saw that he was commando.
"You appreciated it the other night," he reminded her. "I thought you would enjoy it again."
"I'm happy that you choose to please your Mistress."
"Always."
When he was completely naked, he stood immobile while her eyes drank him in. Her slim fingers stroked his cock and she cupped his balls, giving his sac a gentle squeeze. Stepping back, she let her gaze take in every inch of his naked body, from his neck to his feet. One corner of her mouth tipped up in a smile when she came to his shaft, swollen and standing proud and erect.
"I see your body is ready for me."
He gave a hoarse chuckle. "It has been for over a week."
Moving closer again, she wrapped her fingers around it and dropped to her knees to lick the engorged head with sweeps of her tongue. She caught the bead of fluid sitting on the slit and dragged it into her mouth.
Quinn clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms to maintain some semblance of control. Though she was on her knees, he was the one subjugated here. She would go at this at her own pace and nothing he said or did would hurry her. Indeed, it might only earn him a punishment, although that idea wasn't half bad, either.
Selene drew back and rose to her feet. Bidding him stay in place with just a look, she carried the small satchel she'd brought with her to the nightstand and opened it, removing a tube of gel along with some other unidentifiable bottles. When she lifted out the apparatus that could be nothing but the strap-on, Quinn's heart stopped then stumbled into an erratic beat. He'd certainly seen dildos before. Many of the women he'd enjoyed sex with had their own collection. They'd asked him to put them up their asses while he fucked their pussies, but none of them had ever put one up his.
The dildo for this strap-on appeared larger than any he'd ever seen, although that could possibly just be his imagination. Attached to it was a complicated network of straps and buckles.
Selene held it up. Her eyes possessed a wicked gleam.
"I think this will suit, don't you?"
What was he supposed to say?
What you know I want to hear.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sure it will."
She slipped her dress over her head and kicked her shoes to the side. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of looking at that body, the smooth pussy, the taut nipples, the nicely rounded breasts. He wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her but he knew that wasn't on this particular agenda. Unfortunately. Instead his eyes were glued to her as she fitted the straps around her thighs and hips, adjusting them to fit securely, but he couldn't seem to look away from the enormous penis jutting from her slim body.
Selene stepped closer to him. "Would you like to touch it?" Before he could answer she took one of his hands and molded it around the toy. "I can't wait to see this penetrate you. To impale you with it. I've thought about this a lot, cowboy." She removed his hand and backed away. "Get up on the bed, on your knees. Head down, resting on your forearms."
Swallowing his lingering misgivings, he climbed onto the bed and arranged himself as she ordered. He had never felt so exposed in his life, with his ass, cock and balls unprotected and open to whatever she had in mind.
Trust her. Completely.
He wondered who exactly he was trying to convince, but he drew in a deep breath and tried to relax.
She stroked his buttoc
ks, following the curve down to his thighs. He shook at just that light contact. She touched him everywhere, his hips, the inside of his thighs, even down to his ankles, as if memorizing every contour of his body. When she trailed her hand through the hot crevice of his ass he automatically tightened against it.
She gave a low laugh while she fondled his testicle sac. The tip of her finger caressed the tight ring of his anus, circling the muscle before pushing inside. A second finger joined the first, then a third, moving and scissoring inside him, testing the lube.
"You did a good job." She pressed a kiss to the hollow at the base of his spine. "But I'm going to add more lubricant because the strap-on is much larger than my fingers. I have some other adjustments to make."
"Like what?" He couldn't stop himself from asking.
"Not worried, are you? Don't worry. I'll be gentle with you."
Yeah right.
She moved away again. From the corner of his eye he saw her at the satchel again.
"I'm going to blindfold you, Quinn. Taking away sight enhances all the other senses and I want you to feel every bit of this. Do you trust your Mistress enough for this?"
I do. Mistress.
He realized he was speaking inside her head.
Thank you. I will take good care of you.
When she placed the folded cloth across his eyes, he had a heartbeat of panic. Then he centered himself and forced his body to relax again.
Something touched his anus, something cool, and then her fingers were sliding into him, smoothing the fresh gel along his tissues, preparing him for what was to come. He thought he could have stayed that way for a long time, her fingers probing inside him, the feeling was so delicious. A completely unexpected treat. But so much with Selene was turning out to be that way.
She withdrew and he felt something rough around one ankle. The rope she'd carried in from the barn.
"I'm securing your ankles to the short posts at the foot of the bed. I'll be tying your hands as well."
By the time she had finished binding him, his knees were spread far apart, his ankles secured to the corner posts. When she said she'd be tying his hands as well, she hadn't meant to the top posts. Instead she had him go down to his elbows, then even farther, his arms at his sides, hands pointed to the foot of the bed, so she could secure his wrists with the ropes and run them down to tie them to the same posts as his ankles. The position pressed his cheek flat to the mattress, putting a strain on his neck and shoulder.
