He stroked her hair, played with it for a while, and finally, he let his arm rest along her side, fingers trailing lazily on her hip.
She let him settle in, she waited until she felt him relax, and she gave it more time, enjoying being like this, on her couch, with him.
But eventually she moved her hand to his fly, unzipped him, and feeling the relaxation leave as his thighs and abs tensed all around her, she dug her hand in, pulled his dick free, adjusted her head and slid him, soft, into her mouth.
She sucked.
He hissed, “Fuck.”
And he grew.
She sucked harder.
He grew more and his fingers at her hip pressed in.
She laid there, pretending to watch the TV with his now hard cock in her mouth, sometimes sucking, sometimes rolling her tongue around.
He remained tense around her, his fingers digging into her flesh.
The episode ended and she dug into his fly again, his hips flexed and they didn’t relax because she cupped his balls, squeezed and sucked.
“Jesus, fuck,” he bit off.
She released him quickly and rolled to her knees in the couch, hand to his stomach, and looked into his eyes.
“Playroom, Branch. Naked, and drape yourself belly to the horse. I’ll be in, in a minute.”
He stared at her as she pushed away from him and sat back on her calves.
Then he angled out of the couch, tucked himself in his pants and sauntered through the family room, the kitchen.
“The key is on the hook by the door,” she called out just in time.
Without breaking stride, he nabbed the key from a hook that was behind the door and then he walked right out.
Damn, he was hot even doing that.
Four days ago, Evangeline had readied the playroom for when they were supposed to be playing in it, so all was prepared.
She’d had it all planned out, including her outfit, which didn’t include the tee and loose-fitting hipster jeans she was wearing.
Or the underwear, that wasn’t her worst, or her best.
So she dashed up the stairs, pulled off her clothes, exchanged underwear and decided to pull the same clothes back on.
It didn’t matter anyway. It wouldn’t take long before he wouldn’t notice at all what she was wearing.
She started to dash back to the stairs, but stopped herself and walked calmly down them, grinning at herself as she did.
Oh yes.
Branch Dillinger had no clue.
She slipped on her flip-flops by the door, grabbed her keys and locked the door after she left.
She could see the light from the playroom eking through the firmly closed slats of her plantation shutters.
And she forced herself to take her time walking the short distance between house and studio.
She stood outside, hand on the handle, and took a breath, two, four, six.
She had to make this good.
And then, when she had him ready, she had to make it the best.
On that thought, she opened the door.
She was always excited to play.
She was always exceptionally excited to play with Branch.
But seeing him naked, ass to the door, draped over her high sawhorse with its wide, padded bench, his cock still hard and hanging low between his spread legs, his balls beautiful, heavy and tight, she felt a drench of wet hit her panties and a weakening of her legs.
She sorted herself out, closed and locked the door, slipped off her flip-flops and moved to the dresser to drop the keys on the top and gather what she needed.
She nearly stutter-stepped when she saw, on top of the dresser right in the middle, her jewel.
He hadn’t worn it to her.
But he’d brought it with him, to leave behind, or to offer her to again stake her claim, she had no idea.
It didn’t matter.
It was hers.
But it would always only be his.
She put the keys down and moved to the front, side of the horse, where she saw him lying with his cheek to the blue leather of the padded bench, his gaze on her.
She got close and crouched so she was eye to eye.
“Okay, baby, tonight, you don’t get to talk. You can grunt. You can groan. I like your noises. But no words, yes?”
Heat drifted into his eyes as she spoke and he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
She nodded and continued, “In a second, I’m going to start your preparations. I want you to put your arms and legs along the legs of the horse. Do that now.”
He shifted as she’d asked, though he was mostly in that position already, at least his arms were dangling down the front legs of the horse. His legs weren’t spread that far apart.
Now they were.
“Excellent,” she breathed.
Having watched him position for her, her attention came back to his face.
“No moving. You won’t be able to soon, but no moving until I make that so.”
She saw the flash in his eyes at the hint of what he’d be getting but other than that, nothing.
She’d get something.
She’d get everything.
Because she was going to take it.
She touched her finger to his nose, his lower lip, his chin, then she lifted up and moved to the dresser.
First, she started with the oil. She smoothed it all over, massaging it into his flesh, taking her time, doing this to soothe him and herself, break them both in, only begin to build the burn.
When she had him oiled and glistening all over, neck to shoulders, down his arms, back, hips, ass, thighs, calves, ankles, the entirety of his delicious body gleaming and glorious, she went behind him on the horse.
She oiled his cleft, not inside, and decided it was time to get serious.
Liberally dosing her hand, she massaged his sac, watching his chin dip into his shoulder, his eyes close, and feeling his feet roll up.
“My big boy’s balls are almost as pretty as his cock, almost as pretty as his ass,” she whispered.
Branch kept his eyes closed, his legs tensed and up on the balls of his feet, and as she kept at him, she saw his jaw tense.
That was pretty too.
So pretty.
She went for his cock and watched him clench his teeth as she stroked, firm and deep, slow, and back and again and again.
She slid the oil into her pocket and engaged both hands, massaging balls and stroking cock.
He allowed a bitten-back grunt, but she knew what that meant.
She kept at him until she saw his legs start to tremble and his teeth come out to bite his lip.
God, he was amazing.
Time to move on before she got too involved in this part and had him roll over so she could do the same as she’d been doing, but sitting on his face.
She let him go and watched his back move as he puffed out a breath, his feet rolled down, and she went to her cupboard.
She got what she needed and returned.
She didn’t make light work of it, she didn’t make short work of it and she didn’t relent as she did it.
She strapped him to the horse, every few inches, ankles to thighs, his hips free to move (slightly, they were resting against the horse but he could pull them away), upper waist and up his back, wrists to under his arms. She did this touching him, petting him, cooing to him, sliding her fingers through his hair, through his ass, over his balls, stroking his cock.
His breaths were coming heavy and she knew her big boy liked to be tied down, but strapped down and nearly completely unable to move, he loved.
“I see you like that, baby,” she whispered, bent over him, lips to his ear, fingers running lightly over the skin of his ass.
As told, he said nothing.
“Being good, and good gets rewarded, and I know how you like it, Branch.”
She slid her hand in his crease and circled his anus with her finger.
She watched his jaw get hard and felt her clit pulse.
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“So fucking pretty,” she whispered.
She kissed his ear, his shoulder, still circling at his ass, before she drifted slowly away and went back to her dresser.
She got what she wanted, a vibrating cock ring that had ears at the front for clit stimulation when she rode him while he had it on (or, more importantly, when he rode her). It also had a tail that also vibrated with a small bullet that reportedly (she’d bought it but never used it) packed a punch up the ass.
She’d soon find out.
She prepared the bullet, moved behind him and slid the ring up his cock, needing to go hard as he was so distended it was a tight fit. She seated it to the base.
Then she dropped to a crouch and fed the tail in his ass, sliding the lubed bullet inside.
His ass cheeks bunched and again he rolled up to his toes.
“Now you get a tail, handsome,” she said, not hiding the marvel in her tone at all he could do to her with just a few movements, how pretty he was, his cock ringed, the vibrating cord nestled through his balls and leading into his ass. “But I like yours better.”
After she fed it inside, she slipped her finger in gently, feeling his body give a slight jerk as she made sure the bullet was positioned where she wanted it.
When done, she fucked him lightly, careful not to move the toy, and watched his hands clench around the legs of the horse.
“You missed getting fucked, didn’t you, Branch?” she asked.
He huffed out a breath.
She grinned, slid her finger carefully out and went back to the dresser.
She grabbed the remote, turned, leaned her hips against the bureau and allowed the visual of her handiwork to glide languidly up her pussy, enjoyed it several moments longer just because she could, then she flipped the switch to low.
His head shot back, then forward, pressing his forehead against the padding, his fingers tight around the legs of the horse, his feet up on his toes.
Yes, it appeared that bullet packed a punch.
Astounding.
She moved to him, legs trembling, nipples so hard, even the soft silk of her bra was too rough, and crouched in front of him.
“Look at me, baby,” she urged.
He put his chin to the pad and caught her eyes, his heated, dark, liking what he was getting so much he was finding it hard to focus.
Her clit quivered.
“Did I hit the spot?” she asked.
He jerked up his chin.
She moved up the vibrations.
His teeth clenched and the horse jumped an inch.
Her lips parted and it took all she had not to take a handful of his hair and stand in front of him, making him watch while she shoved her hand in her jeans to take herself there.
Instead, she got in his face and announced, “Now you know I like your ass red, and you like your ass red, so let’s get on to that, why don’t we?”
He hissed a breath through his teeth. She smiled at him, leaned in, touched her mouth to the side of his lips and moved away.
She went back to the cupboard, grabbed a leather strap, thick with nice edges, and moved back to him.
“Ready?” she asked.
He didn’t move.
She slid the setting higher on his tail.
The horse lifted off the floor and landed hard and she watched his head jerk back and then fall forward.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she murmured, knowing her panties were drenched, her jeans were probably getting drenched, and hoping she got to the end of this scene without breaking it just to give herself what she needed.
It wouldn’t help, doing what she was going to do, liking doing it, liking watching him take it, and knowing how much he liked it too.
But she had a battle to win.
And she was going to give it all she had.
So she strapped his ass, hearing his burred hiss as he took the first blow, his second, his third, all at his ass, she didn’t deviate. And she kept at him, loving delivering every stroke, loving watching his head jerk back and stay back, his jaw carved in granite, a muscle jumping in his cheek, his ass tipping to get it, loving just as much getting every stroke.
No, her Branch, her big boy …
He had no clue.
She ratcheted the vibrations up his ass, through his balls and at the base of his cock, higher and higher as she strapped his ass and she kept doing both …
Until he broke.
Bucking against the table, thrusting his hips, fucking nothing, he groaned, “Fuck, Angie, fuck, fuck.”
She landed three more lashes then she dropped the strap and grabbed his cock.
He kept thrusting through it.
She bent over his back as best she could.
“Do you want your plug?”
“Fuck yes,” he grunted.
“With the tail?”
“Both,” he ground out.
She moved to the dresser, lubed the plug and brought it back.
He was still slightly bucking, forehead to the table, groaning, “Fuck, shit, fuck.”
She touched the plug to his hole.
Branch twisted his neck and speared her with his eyes.
“Drive it deep,” he growled.
She drove it deep and his head jerked back, eyes closed, his entire body tensed, all the muscles growing defined, as a forced, slow, guttural “Yes” rumbled from his throat.
That was when she knew it was time.
Fast, she tore her clothes off, leaving them in a puddle on the floor.
After that, she swiftly released the straps from his back and arms, but not his legs.
“Up,” she ordered.
He pushed up to straight with his legs strapped to the horse, his engorged, rock-hard cock bounding free of the edge of the horse, standing proud in the nest of black hair between his legs, his balls separated by the vibrating cord, flushed and heavy.
Unbelievable.
Magnificent.
She climbed on the horse.
She’d intended to offer herself to him then order him to take her.
But she didn’t get that chance.
Before she could get in position, his hands clamped on her hips, hauling her between his legs.
That was not on. A sub didn’t take over. Not unless told.
She should have reprimanded him, ordered him to stop.
She was too caught up in his reaction, the power of him, everything about him, she didn’t even consider it. The thought didn’t cross her mind.
If she was in her mind and not all about her body, him, what was happening between them, she would be shocked about this.
She was a Domme.
But she wasn’t shocked because she was too busy totally getting off on it.
He took both of her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Then he gripped his dick, positioned it, took hold of her upper hips in both hands, and his flaming eyes locked to hers, rammed her down as he drove inside.
Taking him, being full of Branch, her back arched, neck arched, head pressing back into pad.
“Who likes to take a fucking?” he growled, pounding inside her, deep, he was so thick, God, God. “Look at me, Angie,” he ordered.
She forced her eyes to him. So beautiful, he kept thrusting inside her, the horse jolting with every stroke.
“Hands up, baby, hold onto the horse. Arch for me,” he demanded.
She didn’t even hesitate.
She did as told.
“That’s it.” He kept driving deep, faster, harder, his cock slamming into her clit and the vibrations of the ring at the base of his dick unrelenting.
“Branch,” she gasped, her head arching back again.
“You like to get fucked, Angie?” he asked.
Alpha-sub payback.
God, glorious.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She felt his hand leave her hip and then she felt his fingers twist and pull her nipple and her entire body spasmed, arching further, tightening her legs around
him, driving her own hips into his thrusts.
“Look at me,” he bit out, pinching her nipple, the sting scoring a line of fire from breast to clit, and with effort, she did. “Say it, baby,” he kept at her. “Tell me you like to get fucked.”
“I like to get fucked, Branch.”
“How do you like to get fucked, Angie?”
“Hard, Branch. Rough.”
“Yeah, you like it how I give it, don’t you? Any way I wanna give it.”
“Yes, I like it how you give it,” she forced out.
“And who’s fucking you, baby? Whose cock are you taking?”
“Yours.”
“Mine,” he clipped. “And whose pussy is taking my cock?”
“Mine.”
He drove in and ground in.
Hard.
She moaned.
Loud.
“Whose?” he asked.
“Yours,” she pushed out. “Your pussy, baby. You’re taking your pussy.”
He again started thrusting
“Yeah, I fucking am.” He bent over her, gripping her at her neck and powering her down into his drives, grinding out, “Tell me how much you like your fucking.”
“I love it, baby,” she breathed. “Fucking love it. Don’t stop.”
He pounded into her.
“Don’t stop, Branch.”
“You gotta come, Angie,” he grunted.
“Baby,” she breathed.
His hand went into her hair and his lips brushed hers.
“Come, Angie,” he whispered and ran his tongue along her lower lip.
She came.
And he kissed her.
Gasping into his mouth as he slid his tongue inside and she moaned against it, thrilling at finally getting the taste of him, arching into his body, engulfed by all he was giving, all she was feeling.
She was still consumed by her climax as his grunts filled her mouth and the horse moved under them as he drove them across the floor, slamming into her, coming inside her, driving his orgasm up her cunt and down her throat. It retriggered hers and she wrapped her arms around him for something to hold on to as the world fell away and they both slipped over the edge.
Vaguely, still trembling through powerful aftershocks, she felt his kiss gentle, turn soft, sweet, before he slid his lips along her cheek, her jaw. They went away and she felt his hand leave her hip. He made a low noise, his cock slipped out, but it slipped back in, without the vibrations, and she knew he’d pulled off his ring and tail.