Dark, Dangerous, Delicious - Control (2 page)

At four-fifty five on what was a sunny Thursday, Michael sat in his office curious about what his ex would do. And he had to wonder if he could go through with his threat if Bart didn’t. The rules had been laid out on paper and sent in an email and Michael had to admit, he was one creative man. Either Bart was going to run away screaming or be so intrigued he was hooked for another round in their wild and kinky ride.

He was nervous but ready to delve into an entirely new level of their relationship. Their failure had been all about Michael’s lack of ownership to any level of their passion. Today? Well, everything might be different. He’d looked toward the door every few minutes for the last hour. Now he finally turned his attention to the brief on his desk, one that had to get completed by the end of the night.

“Knock. Knock.”

The voice alone thrilled the hell out of him but Michael acted nonchalant, tilting his head only after he clicked a few random keys on the keyboard and rolled back in his chair. He eyed Bart’s face, his very tense face, and resisted smiling. “Close the door and come closer.” It really didn’t matter if the door was closed or not. The floor to ceiling windows would certainly allow the remaining after five employees a bird’s eye view that something was going on. Only the massive cherry desk would hide their carnal act at least for a little while. That is, if Bart didn’t scream out from pleasure. Or perhaps pain.

Bart closed the door, hesitating as he brushed his fingers across the cool wood. When he turned around he grimaced. “Not sure what you think you’re doing but…”

“What I should have done when we were together and what you hungered for back then. Full control. You received the rules?”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts. Those are my terms in order for you to continue working here and for us to become a couple again. Take it or leave it.” Michael held his breath.

“I um…”

“Answer me!”

Bart exhaled slowly. “Yes. I…I agree to the terms.”

“Very good. Now come here and drop to your knees. We’re going to start our new relationship with you sucking my cock. And yes, and you’re going to do this every day at least once. Do you understand?” He could see Bart debating before a slight grin appeared. “Do you?”

“Yes, sir I do. Mmmm…” He swaggered forward, darting a glance over his shoulder only once, before dropping to his knees and crawling the rest of the way. When he was between Michael’s legs he placed his hands on Michael’s thighs and turned both his ex and the chair around, enabling him to crawl in between Michael’s legs. “Suck your cock?”

“Take my dick all the way down, sucking hard.”

“That I can do.” Bart rubbed his hands up and down the tops of Michael’s thighs.

“And you’re going to take your time doing this.”

“Yes. Oh yes, sir.”

Dear God, he loved this. Why hadn’t he tried this before? When Bart unfastened his pants, fumbling to get the zipper down, Michael grabbed a file and proceeded to glare at the paperwork, already unable to focus. He couldn’t help but wonder what could be seen and would be said. The thought giving him a tingle skating down his back, he exhaled slowly, the sound as if this was done every day. “I’m waiting.”

“Yes, sir!” Bart eased Michael’s dick from his pants and breathed a swath of hot air down and across the throbbing shaft. “You know how I love to suck you.”

“Then do it!”

Wrapping his hand around the base of Michael’s cock, he brought the tip to his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip, grunts filtering into the air. He slid his hand down to the base of Michael’s cock, pumping up and down slowly.

“Suck me. Don’t tease me. You’re going to need to learn how to please me every day.”

“God…yes. Every day. Just as you say.”

“And I’m going to fuck you in the ass whenever I feel like it.” The way the man licked him made Michael shiver, his breath skip.

Bart dragged his tongue up and down Michael’s shaft as he continued stroking. “Yes, sir.”

Michael pressed his hand down on top of Bart’s head as he flipped through the paperwork, his heart racing. This was too damn hot. The moment Bart licked all the way down the length of his shaft, taking first one ball into his mouth and squeezing the other, he moaned out loud, his left leg shaking. “And…every day…we
will
have…a meeting. To make certain that…you are following directions.” Whew, the man knew how to suck cock.

“Mmm... Yes, sir.” Bart opened his mouth wide and engulfed the tip of Michael’s cockhead, using his strong jaw muscles to suck.

“And…and…” Momentarily lost in pleasure, he tilted his head back and opened his legs wider. Why hadn’t he taken the lead in their relationship earlier? Holy mother mercy and…

“Sir, I…” Marcy’s voice filtered into the room.

Michael licked his lips as he raised his head and he simply rolled his chair back, encouraging Bart to follow his lead. “Yes, Marcy?” When Bart was safely tucked under his desk, his mouth working feverishly, he attempted to sit up and smile brightly. Somehow the sucking grew stronger. Bart was going to make him suffer. A single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

“Um…” Smiling, Marcy titled her head as she placed her hand on her hip. “Murphy Manufacturing might just be back on board. Of course if you can whip our boy into shape.” She wagged her finger in his direction.

And Michael simply grinned.

“Somehow I think you’re already in the process of doing just that.” She turned to leave.

“Marcy?” Michael asked casually.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take Friday off. I have some matters of control I need to give my full attention to.” Michael grinned like a kid as Bart continued to suck.

“Why yes, sir. Thank you sir,” she breathed.

“And thank you for your hard work.”

Her eyes twinkling, she turned to go then shot a glance over her shoulder. “I forgot to say howdy, Bart. I hope you both have a wonderful evening.”

Michael had a feeling things were going to change around the company and for the better.

Lick…

Rough Rider

“Does the little filly need help?” His deep voice boomed in the late afternoon sun.

“Why thank you kindly, Rusty but I’m a big girl. I think I can handle myself.” Brittany Stevens yawned and looked away, acting as nonchalant as she could manage, but every cell in her body was screaming with need. When he brushed his hand across the small of her back her knees began to knock. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. She glanced at the second cowboy, the one she’d been teasing mercilessly for years, and envisioned a sinful ménage, complete with whips and chains. Rusty Porter and Granger Dawson were two of the sexiest men she’d even known. Hot and wet didn’t begin to describe the way she was feeling.

“You know, I think the little lady needs some attention.”

There was something very dark and dangerous about the way Granger said the words. “Oh I need attention all right, but I don’t think you boys can handle me. No, I know you can’t.” Giving them both a heated look, she walked her mare closer to the barn, every nerve standing on end. Would they follow? Would the simply walk away? Out of the corner of her eye she could tell her best friend knew what was going on by the mischievous look in Fiona’s eyes. Refusing to turn around, Brittany hummed a tune, pretending she wasn’t about ready to cream her tiny thong.

When she heard nothing for a full minute she finally turned around, expecting only Fiona and a long ‘I told you so’.

Rusty wrapped one hand around Brittany’s wrist, dragging her forward. “We can handle you princess and we will, but every bit of what we do will be on our terms. Do you understand?”

Before she had a chance to say anything Granger flanked Rusty’s side, pointing his index finger. Easing his arm toward her, he lowered his head as he placed the tip of his finger on her nose. “I think you need to be taken over my knee, spanked like the bad little girl you are.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Brittany scoffed.

“I think they would, sugar,” Fiona piped in.

Rusty leaned over and nuzzled into Brittany’s ear. “Just try us.”

She closed her eyes, her entire body quivering from their touch, the intensity of their words. For a few seconds she was drawn to a delicious dream of being tied and flogged.

“Earth to Brittany.”

The sound of Fiona’s voice dragged her away from her incredible fantasy. Blinking, she was surprised to see the two men well over a hundred yards away. Had she been dreaming this? She took several steps and exhaled slowly, one too many wicked thoughts coursing through her mind.

“Let’s go ahead and…”

Barely hearing a word her friend was saying, Brittany moaned as she breathed their names. Along with something like
fuck me wild men.
Shaking her head, she knew she was in so much trouble around the rough-hewn men.

“What in the world are you saying, girl?” Laughing Fiona patted the mare’s flanks, a mischievous grin on her face. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Brittany gave Fiona a heated glance before gazing toward the two cowboys who were walking up the grassy knoll, sunlight casting a heavenly glimmer down their stunning bodies. Her pussy clenched just thinking about how sexy they were. “What I said was before tonight is over I’m going to fuck both of them like an insatiable, bucking bronco.” The words blurted out, she wasn’t shocked. No, this was exactly what she’d been longing for and damn it, her wicked fantasy was going to come true.

Coughing, Fiona shook her head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I kinda like the wild and wicked side.”

“I’m hungry and those two hunks are the perfect snack.” She’d never been so utterly brazen her entire life, preferring to have a relationship with one man at a time. But these two dominating and very demanding men were like candy and she needed to feast. The truth was, she craved giving up her usual control, if only for a single night of raw, uninhibited passion.

“As your best friend, perhaps your only friend, I have to remind you about all the diseases in the world.”

“Oh come on. I’ve known them practically my whole life,” Brittany cooed as she handed off her horse’s reins to the stable boy and continue to think about all the naughty things she could…no
would
do with them.

“You’ve just moved back here and somehow I don’t think that constitutes you knowing Granger and Rusty but so well. No matter what you think, those men have changed.”

“How so?” Brittany remained unfettered, hunger building.

Fiona leaned over, giving her a haughty look. “They like to tie up women. So I’ve been told anyway.”

“Uh-huh. Said almost as if you know from personal experience.”

“Muah?” She batted her eyelashes. “Not me but the tales around town are pretty steep. Just watch out or you might just end up in their clutches.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Brittany could certainly see herself being tied down to the two men. Giggling, she brushed her hand down the swell of her breasts. My, oh my, could she ever.

Shaking her head Fiona folded her arms. “You certainly aren’t the little wallflower you were a few years ago.”

“Fiona!” But the truth was, Brittany was much different than she used to be. Thank God, in her opinion.

“Just sayin’. They’re hot but they’re a handful. Just hear what I’m saying to you.” Latching the gate stall, she winked.

“And what else do you know? Do they like to do it in the ass or perhaps go to kink clubs where flogging is on the menu?” How she loved to goad her bestie.

“What I do know is it’s time for a tall glass of wine.” Without giving her another glance, Fiona headed away from the barn.

Okay so Brittany had to admit, the two men were completely different than when she’d left Montana almost ten years before. Now they were hot. Sizzling.
My, oh my.
Giggling, she managed to trail behind Fiona and toward the main house. Living at a dude ranch certainly had its share of delicious perks, including seeing hunky cowboys all day long. A few seconds later she broke her lust filled trance and followed Fiona onto the back patio.

“Red or white?” Fiona asked, her look chastising.

“Red. Blood red to be exact.”

“Uh-huh. I can see we have a pussy cat by the tail.”

“More like a tiger. Ggggrrr!” Giving Fiona a weighted look, Brittany had to laugh. She hadn’t been with a man in so long she wasn’t certain she knew how to use anything but a vibrating piece of rubber.

Fiona shook her head as she popped the cork on a bottle of red wine. Pouring two glasses, she pushed one in Brittany’s direction before huffing. “Okay I’ll bite. Do you really want to take on both men?”

“Like a wild woman.” Turning to face her friend, she licked the rim of her wine glass and took a huge gulp before continuing. “Granger is the ultimate in white chocolate, delectable and all I want is to lick him until I get to the rock hard center. And Rusty is heavenly and sinful dark chocolate, oh so scintillating to the touch. I crave being pushed hard across perhaps this table, one cock shoved into my pussy and the other into my mouth. In my opinion the perfect sandwich cookie. Mmm… Finger licking good.” There was that moment, the very stilling moment, when she realized without a shadow of a doubt they were no longer alone.

“That is an incredible vision. Scandalous and so very decadent,” Fiona breathed as she brought her wine glass to her lips and lifted her gaze, a look of pure mischief in her eyes.

“And we have company, don’t we?” Brittany managed to bark, her throat dry and her heart racing. Inhaling, she knew the answer given the incredible scent of all men’s cologne wafting in her direction.

Crack!

Brittany would know the sound of a rope slapping hard against the cool, tile floor any day. Talk about lassoing.
Whew.
She gulped and pressed her hands down on her pants.

“Finger licking good?”

Rusty’s voice was such a powerful aphrodisiac, the deep timbre all but driving her insane with desire. He was the most gorgeous black man she’d ever laid eyes on and his eyes, face, chest and the rest of his carved body were breathtaking.

“I think she needs a lesson in submitting. Don’t you? And she needs that spanking we mentioned.”