Looking around the large shower he turned her toward the bench and patted her ass. “Hands on the bench, feet apart.”
Mallory moved into position without hesitation. Fletcher watched, his cock twitching at the sight of her full ass pointing at him, the skin still rosy from the top of her ass nearly down to her knees. He frowned when he saw a few of the cane weals showing a bit of bruising. He’d grab some arnica gel from the armoire and apply it before they went to dinner.
Ripping the condom packet open, he quickly rolled it down his cock before stepping up behind Mallory. “You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured as he stroked his fingers down the valley between the globes of her ass, over her back hole down to her pussy that was open and waiting.
Using his foot, he gently pushed one of her feet a little further away from the other, opening her even further. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, he smiled as she moaned and moved her body back toward him, her need more than obvious.
Fitting the head of his throbbing cock into her opening, he leaned forward. “So tight,” he murmured as he pushed deeper not stopping until he’d filled her completely. Mallory’s back arched, her head coming up with a sound that sent a shiver down his back.
“This is going to be fast,” he warned as he wrapped his hands around her hips, pulling out until only the head remained in her. He then shoved home again.
Mallory’s only response was a moan as her pussy clenched around him, shredding the last of his control, not that he’d had much before. Holding her secure, Fletcher began to piston in and out, his body sending signals that he would be leaving her behind if he wasn’t careful.
Reaching around her body, two fingers found her clit begging for attention. He stroked both over the little clump of nerves before pinching it between his fingers.
Mallory’s back arched further as she screamed out the orgasm that seemed to catch her by surprise. Her pussy clamped down around him and it only took three more strokes before he followed her over the edge into the nirvana of orgasm.
When he could no longer feel anything below his nose, he managed to turn them and collapse to the bench, his arms wrapping around her body and his cock still embedded deep in her.
“Wow,” she breathed as she dropped her head back on one shoulder. “That was…”
“Yeah, it was,” he had to agree.
It took a few minutes before he could feel his toes again. Once he did, he lifted her off his cock and helped her to her feet. Afterpulling the condom off, he tossed it on the bench to deal with later. Then he pushed Mallory under the still falling water and followed her. After rinsing them both off, he turned off the taps and pulled her along with him out of the shower.
After applying a coating of the soothing gel to her ass, he glanced at the clock. He’d lost track of time and had a feeling they were now running late for dinner at the Big House. But at least they were both relaxed and smiling.
Chapter Fifteen
The next week passed quickly as Mallory’s days were balanced between working her creative muscles in the morning with her artwork, and her afternoons in Master Fletcher’s ropes being tied in various ways to the different furniture in the Dungeon as he prepared for his first shibari presentation.
Evenings were spent cuddling with Fletcher in their room watching movies, walking around the resort enjoying the beauty of Rawhide Ranch in springtime, or taking part in whatever evening events took place. She learned to relax and felt the tears and holes in her heart and soul begin to meld back together and heal.
Then came the day she tested her bravery. She was heading to the barns to sketch, but before she left their suite, she pulled her portfolio out of the closet and laid it on the bed.
“What’s this?” Fletcher asked as he fixed himself another cup of coffee before settling in for his morning of putting out work fires.
Her stomach tied up in knots, Mallory took a deep breath and released it slowly before she could answer. “Since you don’t have any meetings scheduled for this morning, I thought you’d like to look at that.”
Before he could respond, she slipped out the door and ran down the hall. Her confidence was growing, but she could not stay while he looked through her work. She still felt broken, but needed to share this piece of her life with the man who was coming to mean everything to her.
But it wasn’t Fletcher who found her in the field sketching the ranch horses and hour later. It was Sadie, who looked troubled.
“What’s up?” Mallory asked, laying her sketchbook and pencil aside.
“There’s a man at the gate who says he’s here to see you,” Sadie said, rocking from one foot to the other, looking nervous. “I told the guard I’d check with you and see if you wanted to talk to him or not.”
Frowning, Mallory packed her drawing tools up and then headed back to the resort with Sadie at her side. “Did he give his name?”
“Uh-huh. Mitchell Harrison. Do you know him?”
“Shit. What the fuck does he want?” Mallory cursed and then looked at the woman beside her. “Don’t tell Master Fletcher or Master Derek I just swore.”
Sadie giggled as she made a cross over her heart and held out her pinkie. “Pinkie promise.”
Mallory joined her as she wrapped her pinkie around Sadie’s and they shook. “Thanks. Question is, what is he doing here and how do I tell him to get lost and forget he ever knew me without using an excess of naughty words?”
“The guards won’t let him past the front gate, so we can just call whoever is on gate duty and let them tell him,” Sadie offered as they marched up the steps to the front porch.
