Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1) (8 page)

Megan melted whenever he took control of her by her short hairs, but not nearly as fast as she did when he pulled the longer ones on her head. She’d brushed the strands to the point of gleaming, letting them cascade in waves down her back, just the way he liked it—initially. If he intended to use an implement on her back, he’d ask her to put it in a ponytail.

Would he choose the braided flogger or his well-worn riding crop? So much sexual tension had built up these past few days that she would take whatever he wanted, even a little pain, knowing it would lead to intense pleasure.

The door to the tack room creaked open, ramping up her pulse.

He walked up behind her and straddled her legs with his, pulling her against his erection. “Good girl. Perfect in every way.” She smiled at his praise and his excitement to be with her.

Ryder stroked the leather play collar around her neck with both hands, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. Wearing the collar helped put her more deeply into the submissive headspace for the scene.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she looked up to meet his gaze before he bent to kiss her hard. Her anticipation intensified. He broke away and ran his fingers through her hair, combing her hair and stimulating her scalp. Chills ran down her arms at the sensory overload. She loved having him play with her hair.

Draping the ends over her left breast, his hands moved to her neck and shoulders, alternately kneading and caressing. He knelt behind her, straddling her legs and placing blazing hot kisses along the path his hands had awakened moments ago. Her breathing became ragged and shallow, as she tilted her head to give him better access.

Ryder’s arms slipped under hers and around her body until his hands cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples. “We might need to clamp these for a little added stimulation later.” Not that she could stand much more, but she remained silent and waited as he stood and went to the toy bag to retrieve a pair of clamps. She wondered which he’d use. They’d tried every kind, and her tolerance increased with each session, although she didn’t care for clover clamps and hoped he wasn’t feeling particularly sadistic today.

His fingernails stroked her bare ass, kneading the flesh. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin.
Slap!
She jumped, not expecting him to start already.

“I can’t wait to warm up your ass, baby. Now, on your feet.”

Ryder helped her to stand and pinched her nipples again before placing plastic clothespins on each. She hissed. These had a wicked bite at first—and she knew they’d hurt even more when he removed them.

“I love your hair down, but it might get in the way tonight.”

Without question, she pulled a hair band from her wrist and quickly gathered her tresses into a ponytail before turning it into a knot on the top of her head.

“Perfect.” He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck that sent a shiver down her spine.

He pulled out the suspension wrist cuffs, giving her a clue that she’d be suspended at some point in this scene, or at the very least would have her arms over her head for a long period of time. They were still novices with rigging, but Ryder had been taught a lot about safe ways to play at home—or in the barn—during his training with Gunnar these past weeks.

Megan slipped her right hand into the cuff, her fingers folding over and gripping the leather as he buckled it onto her. Not only did this type of cuff give her wrist more support, but if he needed to take her down quickly, all he needed to do was release the mechanism with one hand while supporting her body with the other and she was released in seconds. Luckily, they’d never had an issue yet, but Ryder usually saved the riskier maneuvers for when he had Gunnar’s or a dungeon monitor’s supervision.

Ryder encased her other wrist similarly. Her heart began beating a little faster. She loved being in restraints, especially at this moment when he took control leaving her completely at his mercy. She had no idea what the night would hold, but Ryder always made sure she was more than satisfied.

Looping the end of a bundle of suspension rope through the mechanism, he then tossed the bundle over the beam above them.

“Look at me, Red.”

She met his gaze. He slowly tugged on the rope, lifting her arms incrementally higher over her head until the pull on her arms made her rise on tiptoes. He stopped immediately and let out some of the slack so she could rest her heels on the floor again.

Her body relaxed as she stared into his eyes, the now-familiar sense of freedom enveloping her as she surrendered to his control. She wouldn’t have to think about anything other than experiencing what he chose to do with her body tonight. Sinfully sweet, delicious things that always left her wanting more and screaming out her release.

Ryder glanced away to secure the rope before his gaze swept over her from head to ankle cuffs. As always when he gave her that look, her stomach dropped—and his grin told her he was fully aware of his effect on her.

*     *     *

Ryder smiled. The slight hitch in her breathing told him she was as turned on as he was. Beginning at her ankle cuffs, his gaze moved up quickly to the juncture of her thighs. Her mound, sprinkled with ginger curls, beckoned him to touch her, but he intended to prolong that moment for as long as he could resist.

Which might not be all that long given that he’d crashed on her three nights in a row. Taking a step toward her, he couldn’t help noticing that the pins on her nipples protruded in an obscene way. He’d seen Gunnar remove wooden clothespins with his whip, but Ryder hadn’t perfected that technique yet. Still, he’d equally enjoy removing them with his hands and hearing her squeals—a mixture of pain and pure delight.

He stopped in front of her and traced his finger across her lips, then slowly down her jaw, neck, and shoulders. Gooseflesh rose in the path of his finger until he reached her breast. He flicked the clothespin, and she hissed.

He grinned and walked around behind her. The curve of her ass beckoned him. He slapped her with his hand without warning. Another hiss. He longed to run his fingers between her legs to see if she was as wet as he suspected, but knew without a doubt she was.

“Let’s see if we can’t redden you up a little to start.”

Walking over to the table, he picked up the single tail. Had she noticed it? No doubt. She was very observant. But did she know he was going to actually use it on her tonight? Probably not. It had been so long since they’d played, and she might benefit from a little warm-up with the riding crop first. Stooping down, he pulled out his toy bag.

Returning to where she stood waiting, he stroked the tip of the crop from her shoulder blade to her ass once, twice, but on the third time, he tapped her ass with the crop a few times to bring the blood flow to the surface. Looking up, he saw her hands clenching the rough jute rope in anticipation of more.

Not a problem. He delivered more light smacks. After she’d pinkened up nicely, he landed a hard slap against her.

“Ack!” She flinched away from him, but soon regained her composure and returned to place.

He knew she could take much more than this. Before allowing her to prepare herself for the next ones, he rained a dozen or so more strikes against her ass cheeks.

But the crop wasn’t doing it for him today. He stopped and went back to the table to retrieve the braided single tail. Wait. He wanted to restrain her in such a way to minimize movement. Setting it back down, he came back to her, noticing the red marks on her ass. He reached out to squeeze them, intensifying the pain.

She gasped, but her panting breaths told him she loved it. He bent to whisper in her ear. “Ready for more?”

“Oh, yes, Sir!”

“Excellent. Step closer to the wall and spread your legs wider.” Grabbing a spreader bar from his toy bag, he fastened it to the ankle cuffs before further inhibiting her movements by attaching chains from the D-ring in each cuff to an eyebolt in the floor. He wasn’t going to do any wraparounds, so didn’t need to worry about the lack of space in front of her. But he wanted optimal space for his whip to fly behind her.

Once again, he retrieved the single tail and uncurled it. Running it through his hands, he checked to be sure it was in perfect condition. The nylon popper at the end would leave little red kisses on her back almost in the shape of butterflies, which was the best he could describe them from the ones he’d applied to Gunnar’s back during training. Gunnar also had applied a row of them on Ryder so he’d know what Megan was feeling, too. The marks hadn’t lasted more than an hour, but each person’s skin was different. He couldn’t wait to see how Megan’s fair skin would mark.

He just prayed the whip wouldn’t tangle. That could cause a nasty sting and he didn’t think Megan was into that kind of pain.

Practicing the movement his hand and arm would use a few times in the air without the whip, he decided he was ready. He stretched the whip out on the floor to judge the proper distance for where to stand. He’d need to make a mark there for future play times.

“Hold perfectly still, Red. Remember to speak your safeword, if you need to.”

*     *     *

Megan braced herself for whatever would come next. He’d tired of the crop awfully soon. She waited until she heard the swish of air and something unfamiliar flicked against her right shoulder blade.

While still processing what it was, another swish and the same sensation on her left shoulder blade.

The whip! How he was delivering the feathering brush strokes with a whip she couldn’t fathom, but that was definitely the sound the whip had made when Gunnar demonstrated at his dungeon. How did Ryder keep it so quiet, though? She hadn’t gone with him to most of the sessions, choosing to work with her art council friends on the festival, but he’d picked up some wicked skills.

“How would you describe those two, Red?”

“Soft. Light. I know from the sound you’re using a whip, but would have expected much more of a stinging sensation.”

“Good. That’s what I’m aiming for to start with, but I want to be sure what you’re feeling on your end is what I intended. Now, I’m going to tag several places across your upper back and some other places that are safe. I’ll take a photo so you can see the marks later.”

She nodded.

“But I’m also going to test your endurance and how hard you want to feel the lash, so remember you’re to use your safeword if I go too far.”

“Yes, Sir. You know I will.”

She held onto the rope above her head as she waited for the next lash.

Swish.

This one landed in the area between her shoulder blades, and the next several alternated ever closer to her spine. She smiled. She was going to love the whip. Delicious. Her back grew warmer as he laid another row of little butterfly kisses across her upper back.

The first blow to her butt took her by surprise, though.

“Ow!”

“Ow good or ow bad?”

She could hear the smirk in his voice. “Well, it definitely doesn’t feel the same there as it did on my back.”

“Different, how?”

“It stung.”

“Is that a sensation you’d like to explore further, or should I return to the lighter touches?”

“Keep doing the same. I wasn’t expecting it, but that makes it all the more enjoyable.”

Swish.

She steeled herself, but the sting wasn’t as sharp this time. However, the next one was similar to the first that had landed on her backside. He was probably still learning to adjust the force and precision—and her butt stuck out a little farther than her upper back.

Swish.

Once again, the sting. She moaned. This was going to become one of her favorite kinks. Another dozen lashes, and she started to float away.

She’d found a new bliss.

Ryder came up behind her, stroking her back, placing soft kisses on the places she knew must be reddened by the whip. He reached around her, the whip coiled in his hand, rubbing it over her abdomen and over her breasts. It caught one of the clothespins and she hissed at the tweaking of her sensitive nipple.

“I didn’t want to forget about removing these before we go much further.” He grasped one of the pins with one hand while his other, the whip looped over his forearm, forged a path to her pussy. “Ready?”

Probably not, but she nodded. When the pin was removed, she remained suspended literally and figuratively for a moment as she waited for the inevitable rush of blood flow back into her nipple. The second it happened, his hand began stroking the area around her clit.

“Oh, mother…of
God
, that hurts!” But his ministrations quickly shifted her focus away from the pain and to the pleasure he was delivering to her body. “Yes! So close! Please, Sir, may I come?”

“I think you’ve earned your first orgasm tonight for making this session so enjoyable for me.”

He removed the other pin, sending her instantly over the crest as he stroked her harder and faster, pressing her body against his where his erection told her of delicious things to come later.

“Yesss!”

The orgasm rolled through her for what seemed like hours but must have been mere seconds. She laid her head against his shoulder as he continued to touch both her nipples and her clit, slowly bringing her back down.

*     *     *

Megan’s release had been faster than he’d anticipated. Fuck, he enjoyed hearing her come like that. When he sensed she was close to surrendering to the endorphins, he murmured in her ear, “Would you like a few more kisses on your back?”

“Mm-hmm,” she whispered almost dreamily.

He stepped back and smacked her on the ass to revive her a bit. She stood taller. “Good girl.”

He resumed his place, uncoiled the whip, and gave it a couple of light flicks in the opposite direction to make sure he was ready. When the first one made contact with the upper curve of her ass, she moaned. He alternated where he let the popper land—back, ass, upper thighs—so she couldn’t prepare herself. He was doing better at judging distance to different body parts. Practice made perfect. While he enjoyed hearing her cry out, he wanted it to be for something intentional and not accidental.