The Cowboy's Rules: 2 (Cowboys After Dark:) (3 page)

Chad was correct.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror Cassie saw the erotic fear reflecting back at her. She knew what was coming and she both dreaded it, and longed for it. She knew that over the next few days she would feel different, simultaneously weaker and stronger, and her sense of belonging to him would cloak her, like a coat that had been sewn around her body.

The wet heat had already begun, and turning around she moved slowly to the door, placed her fingers around the handle, turned, and pushed it open.

H
er eyes fell upon the dildos, the various butt plugs, the large vibrator and the lube. She’d been expecting the lewd display but it still caused her to catch her breath, and as the fire ignited burning through her chest and across her face, she lifted her gaze and stared over at him.

He looked bigger than life; his arms were crossed and his head was titled as he studied her, his black robe draped around him like a vampire’s cape. As his lips curled into a small half-smile, a smile that said,
you forgot your place, now I’m going to remind you,
her thigh muscles constricted, her seat cheeks tensed, and a flood of moisture oozed between her legs; dropping his arms and locking her eyes he moved towards her.

At such times she was reminded of who Chad Douglas really was; a determined, fearless cowboy, a man who never backed away from a challenge, be it a naughty girl or a bullying tough guy, and a man who had instinctively known who she was and what she needed from the moment they’d met.

All those months ago, standing next to his truck in his aviator glasses, she had felt his quiet, resolute strength; he’d literally taken her breath away. Now, waiting nervously at the side of the bed the same feeling washed over her, and she felt her knees grow weak. She watched, mesmerized, as he reached down and picked up the small tube of lube, squeezing a large drop on the tip of his index finger.

“Wrap yourself around me,” he directed, his voice low and deep. “You know what I want.”

His slow, deliberate training over the early winter months as the fire had blazed, fighting the chill from the icy weather outside their window, had left no room for questions or doubt. Tremulously stepping forward she locked her fingers around his back, rested her head against his chest and separated her feet.

Dropping one arm to her waist he held her tightly as he dropped his other hand to her bottom, slipping his lubed finger inside her crack to search out her most private orifice. Finding the target the finger softly circled, like a shark circling its prey, then touched, pressed, and entered. He could feel her butt muscles constrict and her pelvis thrust against him in an instinctive refusal, her arms fervently clutching him.

“Relax,” he breathed. “I know it’s been a while, girl, but you know I’ll spank that tension right out of you if you don’t. Take a long deep breath and sink into my finger, sink and surrender.”

Cassie had wanted to submit to the probing, prurient visitor, but her negative reaction had been involuntary; she had forgotten how it felt, how utterly overwhelming it was to be taken in such a way.

Inhaling deeply, she held her breath for a moment, then relaxed her muscles as she exhaled, dropping her death grip around his body, letting herself fall limply against his chest, and released the tightness in the muscles of her seat cheeks.

“There you go, much better,” he purred, but as he slowly moved his finger he felt the stress begin to return. “No, girl, no, take that breath again,” he said firmly.

She did as he said, relishing his use of the word
girl
; he was retraining her, speaking to her as he would a skittish mare, and just like her equine sister she responded to his firm, tender control.

“Much better. Stay still now, I’m gonna do this for a while.”

Fully aware that he would do exactly as he said she rested her weight completely against him, slacking her muscles and calming herself; there was no point fighting the inevitable.

“There you go, that’s my girl, just like that,” he whispered.

Ratcheting up the attention, he gently probed with a steady rhythm, until finally satisfied he withdrew his finger.

“On to the bed now, knees and elbows, legs apart, hands on your cheeks and spread for me.”

The directive sent a fresh blush across her face, and lowering her eyes she slowly turned, crawling on to the mattress. Moving forward she pulled a pillow underneath her head, then taking a deep breath she reached back and grabbed her cheeks; stifling a gasp of humiliation she slowly pulled them apart.

Wordlessly he removed his robe, draped it across a nearby chair, and climbed behind her. Picking up a pink, glossy, medium-sized, hard rubber butt plug, he coated it with a generous amount of lube and presented it to her puckered hole.

Cassie squeezed her eyes and clenched her teeth. There was nothing he did that affected her in such a profound way, and as he began to press the large intruder forward she did her best to consciously relax, though the heat of the moment was searing through her. This was punishment, it was perverse pleasure, it was his gesture of ownership, his complete subjugation of her, and as the bulbous intruder entered she whimpered her groan of surrender.

His hands took hold of her wrists and pulled them away, letting her cheeks fall back in place. He smiled as her skin, still red from the earlier spanking, framed the flange, the colors so similar as to make it almost invisible. Smoothing his hands over her cheeks, he spanked her lightly, then tapped his forefinger against the exposed rubber.

“Who’s in charge, girl?” he growled.

“You are, Sir,” she bleated.

“Any doubt about that?”

“No, Sir, none.”

“Place your hands on the small of your back.”

Cassie groaned as she did as instructed, knowing he was going to shackle her wrists, enhancing her feeling of helplessness. In less than a minute the cuffs were on and snapped together, and she could feel him leave the bed.

Oooh, Lord, now what? Is he going to strap me, or fuck me, or-

The tongues of the flogger snapped her from any thought, and as the heavy stinging kiss bit through her flesh she howled her protest. The second strike landed, then the third, the slow, methodical pattern sending her into a strange, altered state.

The rich stroking of the leather tendrils underscored the fullness in her backside, and her wails transformed into strange, guttural groans. From either side of her the tongues flew through the air, then flipped upwards and downwards against her pussy, sending a scorching heat through her sex.

Chad dropped the flogger on the bed and quickly snatched a vibrating dildo. Her gorgeously glowing backside was staring up at him, the glistening wetness of her pussy was shining between her swollen lips, and he could hear the muffled sounds of her pleasured anguish.

His cock was craving the hot tightness her anus would offer, and he quickly slid the vibrator into her anxious cunt. As he flicked the button that brought it to life she lifted her head, yowling her erotic, joyful surprise.

Holding her left cheek to the side, he reached for the flange and slowly withdrew the plug, her groans fueling his aching need. Rubbing the lube across the tip of his cock, he positioned himself, and slowly eased inside the tight, enveloping, mysterious cavern.

The scintillating vibrations rippled through his penis, and as he slowly fucked, savoring the exquisite sensations, he could hear her cries growing in pitch; the vibrator was sending her into her release.

He had to come first; he knew her orgasm would be nuclear and he needed to be fully present when she exploded. Gripping her cheeks he quickened his thrusts, knowing she was hurtling headlong into her climax. Urgently pumping he gazed at her marvelously marked behind and shackled wrists, and as he listened to her song of sybaritic pleasure he responded, fucking her with renewed gusto. The intensity was almost too much; his cock was controlling him, thrilling at the deep, tight, delicious grotto, the zing of the vibrator bringing him to his bursting point.

Throwing back his head he let his moment careen through him, groaning loudly as the rocketing convulsions tingled through his loins, and barely able to draw breath, his heart hammering, he embraced the fleeting spasms as they washed over him. He never wanted it to end, but as the waves became ripples, then waned away, and his cock fell from between her cheeks, he promised himself not to wait so long for the next such encounter.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, then gazing down he saw the dildo attempting to escape her cunt. After hastily unsnapping her shackles to free her wrists, he pushed the dildo back into her depths, and cupping his hand to hold it in place he stretched out alongside her.

“Hey girl, you come now, you come for me,” he purred, his lips at her ear, “you come long and hard.”

When he’d fallen from her dark crevice she’d moaned with relief, yet ached for his return. Her pussy was alive with sparkling sensations, and when she heard his words, they seemed to be coming from inside her head. His deep, warm, wonderful voice was sending her into her bliss. Every part of her body was prickling, or tingling, or stinging, or on fire, and as the giant orgasm wrapped itself around her and began to squeeze, she took a huge gasp and waited.

She was standing on a sand dune, foamy waves were lapping below her, and Chad, her amazing, strong, loving Chad, was telling her to jump. Raising her arms, which suddenly felt like wings, she launched herself off the cliff, sending herself into the mercy of the winds. They tumbled her, shuddered her up and down, and she was surrounded by wave after wave of astonishing sensations that felt like an intense enveloping of a thousand pins and needles.

She wanted it to last forever, but as the warm tingles finally left her, she found herself circling above the wispy grasses that fluttered in the ocean’s breeze below; such peace, such serenity, such a wondrous place she was in. It was silent, and golden, and white and warm, but she could hear a distant call. Straining to listen, she recognized it was Chad; he was asking her to come back to him.

I don’t want to, I’m in heaven. I’m in the sky and I’m sure I’ll see some Angels.

But his call was too great to refuse, his will too strong to disobey, and she slowly drifted towards the dunes, the white, fluffy, powder-soft dunes.

“There you are,” he crooned.

Her eyes were open but unfocused, and blinking rapidly she saw him gazing down at her.

“I was…up…floating…so peaceful…” she murmured.

“Uh-huh, I know, come on now, come to me.”

An unexpected wash of emotion flooded through her heart, and sobbing loudly she fell against him.

“It’s okay, girl, you’re just releasin’ a whole lotta pent up stuff,” he said tenderly. “You cry as much as you want.”

“I feel so strange,” she muttered.

“I know, but soon you’ll feel much better,” he promised.

Her eyes needed to close again, and as the sobbing began to abate she snuggled against him, feeling the safe beating of his heart in her ear, and sighing heavily she allowed the gentle sleep to engulf her.

C
had knew that aftercare was just as important in the days and nights that followed, as it was directly after such an intense session.

He remained consistently affectionate, and when the stars were twinkling and the hour was late he would make gentle love to her, kissing her body with lingering lips, and caressing her with warm leisurely strokes of his fingertips. He’d dance his tongue against her sweetness, bringing her to the brink, then holding her down he’d impale her fervently, riding her forward to her release.

The edge she’d developed over the previous weeks had evaporated, and while he knew Cassie would never be easy, she was back to being her yielding, sweet self. Hannah had been ecstatic when Marty had told her that she would be allowed to work with Cassie and her horses, but his approval had come with a warning.

“You still have to take care of this house and me, Hannah,” he’d said sternly. “You know I’m an old-fashioned guy, and you can’t let things go around here.”

“I won’t, I swear. I’m so excited. Thank you. You know I love being your housewife,” she’d promised, though as she’d made her vow she was fervently wishing she really was his housewife, and there was a ring on her finger.

It was a week later that Chad took Cassie into his office directly after breakfast to explain his plans for her barn and riding ring. There was a large sheet of paper laid across his desk, and smiling happily she could see how it perfect it was going to be.

“Everything’s been worked out,” he declared. “The field is basically flat so the grading will only take a day, and the barn can go to the side of the ring here, with the two small fenced paddocks behind it,” he declared as he pointed out the various areas on the large drawing.

“Chad, this is absolutely incredible,” she beamed.

“The construction on our house will be starting this week, but it has to be one week on and one week off, so it won’t interfere with the clinics when they start.”

“Right,” Cassie frowned.

“Don’t worry, I’ve learned how to manage them,” he grinned. “No more than a dozen people at a time, and some of those will bring their own horses.”

“It’s six days, right?” she asked.

“Yep, but the first day is an orientation day and everyone meets in the livin’ room here. They spend some time gettin’ to know each other and readin’ the rules. There’s four clinics over the spring and summer, one every other week.”

“And you feed all these people in a tent by the barn. How does that work?”

“Yep. It’s set up by the barn and it’s catered. It’s a bit crowded but it’s good trainin‘ for the horses too. We serve lunch, and then a coffee break in the afternoon,” then pausing he added, “though that first night, the orientation, Hannah asked if she could cater it so I’m givin’ her a chance. If she does a good job she can do all of them.”

“She’s amazing,” Cassie remarked. “I know she’s a fabulous cook, but to prepare so much food.”