“Fuuuuck.” I groaned. She was so goddamn tight with the plug in her ass, I was glad I’d picked a small one. My dick barely fit in her pussy—something to consider for next time, because this might be the best and shortest fuck of my life. I forced myself to go slowly, to savor the clench of her body and the tremors rippling through her. Emma’s moans jacked up my own pleasure degree by degree. Reaching around, I found her clit with two fingers of my right hand and strummed.
“Ford. Please. Oh my God. I’m going to—”
“Already?” I couldn’t keep the chuckle out of my own voice.
“Please.” She moaned.
I pressed down on her clit and increased my pace, keeping my thrusts smooth and steady—at least until her body bore down, practically strangling my cock.
“Holy shit!” Her scream echoed across the acres and acres of rolling hills and meadows, followed by my groan of pleasure as my orgasm burst from my balls and I emptied myself inside the condom.
My last thought before I caught myself on the seat of the ATV was: I wish there had been nothing between us.
Chapter 13
Emma
On our last night alone together, after-dinner drinks had quickly turned into making out on the couch like teenagers. I pulled away just long enough to gasp, “How about some, um ... hard spanking tonight? You know. With a paddle.”
Ford's change in expression was subtle; he didn't even let me up from where he had me pinned. But I could hear his delighted surprise as he said, “You didn't seem keen when I first put that idea on the table.”
“I kind of wasn't,” I admitted. I hadn't freaked out or anything, just paused so long that Ford had changed the subject. “But then I just … couldn't stop thinking about it.” I bit my lip, smiling. “Especially when I was alone in bed.” Just the thought of being at Ford’s mercy, and the sting of the paddle, still made my mouth go dry. Now, though, I knew it was from excitement rather than fear. And with our parents due back tomorrow morning, I couldn't resist indulging in submission—in Ford's masterful touch—one last time.
If the speed at which he'd dragged me upstairs was any hint, Ford felt the same way.
Now I lay facedown on his sheets, breathing in his unique scent of sweat and soap, blind except for a sliver of light at the bottom of my vision. My wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bedposts. I had been waiting for Ford to finish his preparations for ten minutes now, maybe fifteen—it was hard to keep track while blindfolded. My dark world was full of sensation, attuned to every noise, smell, and stray air current ghosting over my skin. Knowing Ford, he was taking his time on purpose, letting me build myself up into a frenzy of anticipation. It was definitely working; I shifted against my restraints and felt slickness already spreading between my legs.
The doorknob finally turned. Bare feet padded softly over to the bed. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.” Before he could ask, I added, “And my safe word is pink.”
He chuckled. “Good girl.” One finger tickled my nape and slowly stroked down my spine, lingering at the small of my back. I shivered, tensing up. Was he going to shove that finger into my pussy—or maybe my ass? I hadn't forgotten our day out by the overlook. He squeezed my butt cheek hard and I squeaked.
“You're jumpy tonight, sweetheart.” He paused. “You know, we can do something else. Kinky sex isn't like reciting the alphabet—you don't have to go on to XYZ just because you've done ABC. There's no point if you don't enjoy yourself.”
I shook my head. “I know. But I … want to find out what it's like. What that woman in the tack room was feeling.”
An indrawn breath. “Damn, Emma,” he said. His voice had gone husky. “You've taken to this stuff like a duck to water. I've never seen anyone move so fast.”
“What can I say? I have a good teacher.” I wiggled my hips in his direction. “Now start spanking already.”
He gave a little huff of laughter. “With that tone of voice, young lady, I think I'll have to.” I heard a noise of wood on flesh. I realized that he had slapped the paddle into his hand so that I could hear its force. “But first … I think I'll warm you up. Lift your hips.”
Warm plastic nudged at my soaking pussy. I hurried to obey his order. The dildo slid in easily, despite its girth, but its length seemed to go on and on, until I felt even fuller than I did with Ford's huge cock. A curved, flattened nub at the base fit snugly against my clit. He groped around for a second, and I whimpered when the dildo started vibrating. God bless a man who owns a vibrating dildo for his woman’s pleasure. If this wasn’t love, it was damn close.