Cowboy Cool: Book 5 (Cowboy Justice Association) (28 page)

“I do,” he affirmed. “What did you have in mind?”

“The Abraham Lincoln Museum is in Springfield. He’s kind of a hero of mine and it’s pretty cool. We could go there.”

Reed nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll clean up in here while you shower.” She placed her coffee cup in the sink and moved toward the stairs, but he caught her hand. “And Kaylee? Make no mistake. I’m looking forward to spending some time with you.”

Heart squeezing in her chest, she dashed up the stairs with a smile on her face. He might not love her but he cared. She could work with that.

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“That museum was impressive,” Reed said as they unlocked the front door and collapsed on the couch. “And the technology made it even better. Going there was a great idea, honey.”

They’d had a terrific “date” day, laughing and talking the entire time. Kaylee didn’t push things and was simply content to have fun while he was here. It made her even more precious to him if that were possible. What he felt for her made him feel weak and strong all at the same time which only served to confuse the fuck out of him. But not enough to make him leave.

“I’m full of great ideas.” Kaylee had a mischievous gleam in her eye and suddenly he didn’t feel so damn tired. “I have one right now as a matter of fact.”

“Do you?” She straddled him and ran her hands up his chest, her lips brushing his. His heart tripped and his breath hitched in his chest. “I think I like this idea. What fantasy are we living out tonight?”

“Hmmmm…I’ve been thinking about that. How about master and slave?”

Kaylee giggled and his chest tightened painfully. Her green eyes were twinkling and her cheeks were pink with excitement. This fantasy must be a good one if she looked like this and he’d barely kissed her.

“Tell me about this master and slave fantasy. How does this one go?”

“Well…I was thinking it would be fun if you tied me to the bed so I’d be at your mercy. I’d have to do whatever you wanted, you know, like a sex slave,” she said, already breathless with anticipation. He bet if he checked her panties they were damp with arousal as well.

His cock liked the idea just fine, pressing painfully against the buttons on his fly. He’d played dominant/submissive games in the past and the thought of Kaylee bound for his pleasure was an intoxicating one. He had a few ideas of his own to make this fantasy even better.

“Then head upstairs and strip off your clothes. Sex slaves are supposed to be naked.”

Deliciously naked. Kaylee was self-conscious when unclothed but he thought she looked incredibly fuckable with her round breasts and curvy hips. Her ass cheeks were perfect for spanking and she definitely needed one tonight.

She flounced up the stairs, trying and succeeding to arouse him further. It wasn’t easy but he made himself wait a few minutes instead of panting after her like a dog in heat. He wanted to make this night last. With Kaylee bound to the bed, he could make her come as often as he wanted before fucking them both into oblivion.

The anticipation was too much. He bounded up the stairs and into the bedroom thinking she would be laid out on the bed like a buffet. Instead she was kneeling by the bed looking very submissive indeed.

But he knew better.

Fighting a grin, he kept his features set in a stern manner. If she wanted the whole experience he was happy to give it to her.

“So this is the new sex slave.” His voice boomed in the silence and he swore she was holding back a smile and a giggle as well. “I think I’ll sample what she has to offer before we go any further.”

He’d get her to help him let off a little steam so he would last longer later.

Standing in front of her, he placed his hand on her head. “Service me, slave. Show me what pleasure you can give me.”

There was a definite smirk on her face, but it would be gone in moments because her fingers were fumbling with the buttons on his jeans and tugging them down his thighs. His cock sprang free when she pulled down his boxer shorts and his balls tightened as he watched her tongue snake out and wet her full lips. That tongue and mouth needed to get busy.

Her hand surrounded him while the other cupped his sac with fondling fingers. He sucked in a breath as her wet, hot lips engulfed the head of his cock and he groaned as her tongue fluttered around the sensitive underside.

Shit. Damn. Fuck.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he recited crime statistics to keep from blowing too soon, wanting to enjoy her erotic ministrations a little while longer. Her lips tightened and the suction was almost more than he could take. The pressure built in his lower back and he pulled away but she followed him, her mouth never leaving his cock.

“Honey,” he said, his voice hoarse and tortured. “Pull off, baby.”

Of course his little slave didn’t listen to him. Instead she rolled his balls in her clever hands and flitted her tongue around the head. He felt his cock swell and then his hot seed was filling her mouth. She sucked him dry and then sat back on her heels, looking pleased with herself while he tried to pull himself together.

Naughty.

“I told you to pull off, little slave. Not obeying your master is grounds for punishment. Stand up and place your hands on the bed.”

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Reed was going to spank her. Kaylee had known defying him in the bedroom at any time, let alone during a game of master and slave, was a reason for a good spanking. He was all alpha when it came to sex and that was just fine and dandy.

Now she was going to get the punishment she wanted so badly.

“Yes, Master,” she said as meekly as she could manage without looking triumphant.

Rising to her feet, she bent at the waist and placed her palms on the mattress. Her legs were braced wide apart and her thighs were sticky with honey. She could hear the hammer of her pulse in her ears and she relaxed her entire body as she waited in heavenly anticipation.

His hands rubbed her ass cheeks, warming them up and her body hummed in appreciation of his touch. There wasn’t another man in the world she would do this with but with Reed it seemed almost natural to play with their sexuality and explore their long held desires.

“This is for your disobedience,” Reed intoned, his voice sending shivers up her spine. She closed her eyes, wanting to savor every moment of his mastery. He didn’t make her wait, bringing his palm down on her bottom sharply. The heat on her ass simmered as he peppered the cheeks with slaps designed to raise the temperature on her skin gradually. The warmth grew and spread to her pussy and clit, her feet shifting as her arousal grew.

The spanking stopped abruptly but his fingers stroked the abused flesh gently. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little slave.”

She had to remind herself to breathe before she could answer. “I have, Master. I’m very sorry for my disobedience.”

It was a boldface lie because she’d do it again knowing her ass would be red-hot and her pussy drenched when he was finished.

“Lie on the bed on your back,” he commanded and she scrambled to do his bidding, but first she had to move the tethers she’d dug out of the back of the closet. He frowned and picked up the straps with fur-lined cuffs at the end.

“Slave? What are these?”

She could feel her deep-red flush from head to toe. “Um, I ordered them for research. I’ve never actually used them but I needed to know how they worked for a book,” she said, breaking character for the explanation. “Are they okay?”

Holding her breath while he examined them closely, she exhaled when he smiled. “These will do nicely. I thought we’d have to use socks or something. This is much better.” He straightened up and went immediately back into fantasy-man mode. “Arms over your head, little slave.”

She lifted her arms and he wrapped one end of the tether to the brass headboard. The other end had the two fur-lined cuffs. Those he wound snugly around her wrists and fastened them with velcro straps. She tugged at the bonds and found they were secure but comfortable. The padding and lining would keep her skin from being bruised and marked but the tether would keep her firmly attached to the bed.

But he wasn’t done. Attaching one of the other straps to the side bar of her bed, he lifted her leg and wrapped the cuff around her thigh before repeating the process on the other side. He sat back on his heels and grinned at her predicament. He’d bound her legs wide apart and pulled high so every inch of her pussy was wide open for his inspection.

“Now this is a slave bound for my use. And I do intend to use this slave well.”

“This is obscene,” she hissed, trying to pull her legs together. “You can see—well, everything.”

Reed nodded and stroked his chin, still smiling. “I do like to look. So pretty and pink and all wet. Just for me.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Relax, baby. You’re beautiful everywhere.”

She wanted to believe him, but there was that spot of doubt deep inside that kept her from enjoying this. He seemed to recognize it because he nodded as if he’d decided something important.

“I see you don’t believe me. You’re right, words are meaningless. I’ll show you so you never forget.”

He bent his head and ran his tongue from opening to clit and then back again. Callused hands on her quivering thighs, he explored every centimeter of her pussy before tongue-fucking her until she had to bite back her screams. With no mercy he’d taken her right to the edge of orgasm. No build up, no teasing. Simply pure unadulterated ecstasy.

Running his tongue around her clit in ever-decreasing circles, he chuckled as she spat out several four-letter words in frustration.

“What a naughty mouth for a slave. But I know what to do. Time to come, Kaylee.”

His mouth closed over her clit just as he smacked her already sore bottom. The pleasure and pain sent her over immediately, her climax so powerful it seemed to turn her inside out. He continued to spank her as his tongue sent her higher, not letting her come down from the first orgasm. She’d barely caught her breath when the second one began.

Lost to the waves crashing through her, she tugged at her bonds only to be assured she was still his helpless prisoner. The mere thought of being at his mercy amped up her arousal all over again even as his fingers sought and found her nipples. Plucking the hard buds, his mouth never ceased its efforts to send her higher and she shot into climax number three as she called his name in a voice she barely recognized as her own.

The pleasure was simply too much. Pleas for mercy came tumbling from her lips as she sucked in air to her aching lungs. Her pussy clenched, needing to be filled and her body trembled as her orgasm slowly gave up control.

The bed shifted and she opened her eyes to see Reed stripping out of his clothes. Piece by piece his magnificent body, honed to perfection was revealed to her gaze. She relished every moment not knowing how much longer she would have with him. She wanted to make every minute count.

She let her gaze travel from his square jaw to his wide, muscular shoulders, then down to his ridged abs so flat you could bounce a quarter off of them. His powerful thighs were revealed as he pushed down the denim fabric of his jeans and she couldn’t help but stare at the impressive cock jutting from between his legs. The first time she’d taken it she thought it might break her in two. Even now he stretched her muscles each time but in the most pleasurable way possible. She loved the feeling of fullness he gave.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, wanting and needing him more each day. Dark thoughts of his departure began to fill her head but she ruthlessly pushed them away. There would be time for that later. Now was all about the pleasure they created together.

“What a demanding slave,” Reed chuckled as he ripped open a condom. “Lucky for her I’m about at the end of my rope too.”

He didn’t look it, his expression cool but she knew the mask would drop away soon enough. He couldn’t keep the facade going once he was inside of her. Then and only then did she see his raw emotions on display.

He braced himself above, his palms planted on either side of her. Bound this way, she had no control as he entered her slowly, drawing out the sensations. Pushing forward and pulling back. Each stroke sending him deeper into her cunt until he was finally in to the hilt.

Pausing for a moment, he let her get used to his invasion but she was already impatient. She swayed her hips and he cursed as her pussy tightened on his cock.

“Naughty slave.”

His hands gripped her thighs and his weight pinned her hips to the bed as he powered into her, each thrust sending tremors of delight all the way to her curled toes. Mindless with pleasure, the room tilted and blurred as unbelievably her body climbed toward another release.

“Don’t be afraid of it, baby. Let it happen,” Reed encouraged, his mouth nipping at her shoulder. “Give it to me.”

Trusting him as she had no other man, she stopped fighting the urge to fall and let herself float like a feather on the wind. Her body didn’t belong to just her anymore, he owned it in the most elemental way a man could, her body capable of erotic pleasure as she’d never known it. Every sense was alive as she felt the rough hairs on his thighs and his breath on her neck. She could hear him pant with exertion and see the corded muscles in his arms as he held himself above her.

He pistoned in and out of her like a metronome, each stroke rubbing that secret spot on the inside and her swollen clit on the outside. The twin sensations were too much and she exploded in a flash of brilliance. White and colored lights danced in front of her eyes as the swell of pleasure carried her away. Groaning, his own release took him. She could feel his cock jerk inside of her and the flush of heat as he emptied his seed into the condom.

When it was over not an ounce of strength was left in her body. Reed quickly released her from her bonds and cradled her close as the sweat dried on their skin.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised softly before padding into the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and tenderly ran it over her still quivering flesh. After tossing it in the hamper, he pulled her close and rubbed his chin on the top of her head.