Chapter Fourteen

She thought by play he meant it was time to go to the cabin and fuck. But what they ended up doing was finding a restaurant and getting a table.

“Are we going to do public play?” she asked as she put her napkin in her lap.

“I know you’re on edge because of last night, but I’m starved and you have to wait.” He took a drink from his glass of water. “Unless you want me to whip your ass in front of all these people, and then I’m game. We’ll probably have to meet Shelton again. He’d probably watch. But I’m not sure about that couple in the corner that looks like they’d explode if I took you over my knee.”

He took another drink and said, “But then again if I hung you from the rafter near their table the man might go crazy and get a hard-on.”

“I’d like to see that,” she said.

He threw his napkin on the table. “Then get naked and let’s try it out.”

When he was on his feet he held out his hand to help her up. “Sit down!” she said. Around them people turned to stare.

“You said you’d like to see it.” He took her hand. “I thought that meant you wanted to experience it, unless we find a mirror, then you can see it and experience it.”

Jett looked around. “Please, sit down,” she whispered.

When he didn’t follow her instruction she buried her face in her napkin. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Is that part of the experience? Being embarrassed I mean.” He still stood at the table. She looked up to see if he was holding out his hand. He was. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the sexy cowboy wanting to dominate her in the middle of a restaurant dining room.

“Please sit down.”

He took his seat and drained his water glass before he said, “You owe me.”

“Anything but this.”

They ordered steaks and baked potatoes with, as Griffin put it, a huge mound of mushrooms on the side. They ordered salads, fried cheese sticks, and surprisingly enough, fried mushrooms.

“I’m going to be so full I won’t be able to play,” she said.

“We’ll work it off.” The waitress returned with iced tea, and soon they were eating their way through the mountain of food that started to appear on their table. At the end, when she thought she would explode, he ordered cheesecake.

“How do you stay so thin?” she asked.

“Lots of exercise,” he said. “You’ll get it too when you move to Tres Lobos.”

Jett put down her fork. She stared at him for a moment as he took bite after bite of his dessert. “Something wrong?” he asked between bites.

“No,” she said, although she wanted to ask him questions about what life would be like at Tres Lobos.

“Don’t dwell on it,” he said.

“Can you read my mind?” she asked, “Pretty much.” He put down his fork. “Listen, you worry about things too much. Relax and let it flow. That’s an order, or we’ll visit that rafter issue again.”

She took a bite from her cheesecake.

“Are you going to finish it?” he asked.

“I’m stuffed.” She pushed her plate away.

Griffin paid the bill, and she noticed he left the waitress a hefty tip. She liked that he was generous and didn’t worry about money. She stopped by the restroom, and when she came out she found him standing near the truck with a length of rope in his hand.

“Took you long enough,” he said. They were parked at the back of the lot, since it had been fairly full when they’d arrived. There was little light, except for the bright stars and moon that lit the sky. “You can take off your clothes now.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” For a moment she thought he would take her back inside after she was naked and attach her wrists to the rafter. “I’m not getting undressed in the parking lot.”

“You’ll do as you’re told, or you’ll spend tonight as you did last night—aroused and unsatisfied.” He leaned against the truck and let the end of the rope swing from his hands.

“What if someone sees?” she asked.

“What if I count to five and if you’re not naked what I just said goes. One. Two.”

Before he got to three, Jett pulled her sweater over her head. She threw it in the back of the truck and undid her jeans. By the time he got to five, and she knew he was counting slowly, she was naked. She’d even taken off her boots, which had taken extra time.

She wrapped her arms around herself, then ran to the tree to try and hide.

“If you want me to tie you to the tree, all you have to do is ask.” He came toward her, the rope extended. She watched in shock as he tied a lasso at the end.

“Lots of time in the rodeo,” he said as he swung the loop above his head. Before she could protest he swung the rope and it landed around her. He pulled her forward as he tightened it around her, basically binding her arms to her body.

“Let me go!” Shock ran through her as she realized how loudly she’d spoken. She did a quick sweep of the lot to see if anyone was around. Griffin ignored her obvious alarm. He turned toward the truck and pulled her naked body after him.

Once she was beside him at the truck door he opened it, swooped her into his arms and placed her on the seat. He then took the edge of the rope and wound it around her wrists, and then her ankles. Jett sighed in relief as he closed the door. He got behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition.

He turned toward her and even in the darkness she could see him rake his gaze over her. Her nipples tightened, and wetness flowed between her legs. “I hope I don’t have to stop and ask for directions. I might have trouble explaining why I have a half hog-tied woman in the cab of my truck. Unless it’s Shelton I find, and he might want to play with you. And I might let him.”

She blustered a response, which she thought meant no, but Griffin ignored her. He backed out of the parking spot. By the time he was back on the highway she tried to slouch in her seat. He laughed. He pulled out his phone and his GPS made quick work of the trip. They were soon parked in front of a cabin buried deep in the woods.

“Wait here and I’ll scope it out,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ll just wait here,” she screamed after him when he was out of the cab. She shivered as the night air filtered through the door he’d left open.

“This is the place,” he said a few moments later as he appeared on her side of the truck. “I’m going to take the stuff in. You wait here.”

“You think that’s funny?” she yelled after him as she watched him go inside the cabin. He came back and took the suitcases into the cabin. When he returned again he picked her up and threw her over his shoulders as if she weighed no more than a grain of rice. After he’d set her down on the floor he undid her ankles and wrists, then slipped the rope over her head.

As embarrassed, as she’d been to get naked in a parking lot, she missed the rope when it was gone. “I have to make a phone call.” He tapped his finger against her nose. “I want you to go and take a nice hot bath and get squeaky clean. All over, and inside.”

Her stomach tightened at his words, because she knew exactly what he meant. He wanted to claim her in every way, and she was ready—she hoped. She padded down the hallway, and as she turned on the light in the bathroom she heard him say, “Hey Trick.”

While she was getting ready for play he would be telling his friend what had happened. She took a nice, hot bath as ordered, making sure her anus was as clean as possible. When she came back into the living room the rope was on the couch. There was a towel over one of the arms, and he swung a long string of anal beads from his fingers.

“I like toys,” he said. “It’ll be delicious to watch you squirm while I put these inside you. Get on your knees and get over here.”

Jett crawled toward him, her body quaking with need. When she was at his feet he ordered her to stand. Without further instruction he got up and bound her wrists with the rope. He let it drop to her feet before he bent and did the same with her ankles, pulling the rope tight. He expertly maneuvered her body so that she was at the end of the deep sofa.

“Over the arm,” he ordered. She did as he said. He grasped her hips and wiggled them so the rope, which was under her, moved between her pussy lips.

“Let’s hope you don’t get a rope burn,” he said, his voice indicating it really didn’t matter to him if she did or not.

The twine teased her clit, and she knew once he started it would provide enough friction for her to come at will. She prayed he wouldn’t order her not to unless he gave her permission. She knew a good sub would only come when her Dom told her she could, but tonight might be too much for her to handle.

Griffin lay over her, his weight pressing her into the couch. He grabbed a hunk of her hair and pulled her head back before he dangled the beads in front of her face.

“Ask me nicely,” he said deeply.

“Please, Mr. Flack, put the beads in my butt.”

“Now, beg me.”

Jett groaned, the desire building inside her making her feel as if she might catch on fire.

“Please! I can’t take much more. I want it, I need it, I’m begging you. Stuff them inside me, stuff them all in my ass!”

He was off her in seconds. Something cold dripped on her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart and rubbed it into her anus, and then without any hesitation, he did exactly as she’d asked. He pushed them into her so fast and hard and she groaned and rubbed herself against the rope. She came, biting her lip to keep from screaming out as he shoved the last few balls into her butt.

From out of the blue something hit her thighs, once, twice, three times. She’d felt a riding crop enough to know what it was. It struck her harder and harder, and as she moved the beads in her ass moved, and the rope rubbed against her clit.

Tears stung her eyes and she worked hard to keep from coming again, but when he moved the crop to her ass the stimulation was too much, and she came once more, the pleasure turning into hard pain. Griffin struck her harder and harder. Jett gave up trying to control her crying and screaming. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was saying, but when he leaned over her once more and ordered her to open her mouth she did, only to find the crop stuffed between her lips, basically stifling any noise.

“Let this go from your mouth and you won’t get fucked. Understand?”

After he stood he yanked the beads from her ass. Jett screamed against the crop, then groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stuffed his cock up her butt. When he was inside her he grasped her blistered cheeks and squeezed.

“Nothing like fucking a freshly whipped ass,” he said. Then he started to pound in and out of her. The tears that had stopped started again. The rope abused her clit, and a third orgasm remained just out of reach, her clit pounding from the over stimulation.

Griffin rode her long and hard. Toward the end he grasped either end of the riding crop that she still held between her teeth. It was almost as if they were reins and she was a horse he was riding. He slowed down, sped up, then slowed down again.

“You’ve got a nice, tight asshole,” he said. “I think I’m going to make you wear the beads while we drive home tomorrow. I like the idea of you fidgeting while they’re inside you.”

He thrust a few more times, and it amazed her that he hadn’t come yet. Her ass throbbed in pain when he stopped. It was too much. She needed him to finish.

“Drop the crop,” he ordered.

Jett coughed after the leather left her mouth. She wiggled her jaw after the pain of holding the leather-covered rod in her mouth.

“You’re perfect, Jett.”

His words made her shiver. “I’m going to abuse your butt quite a bit.” He moved faster and faster. Jett closed her eyes and willed him to come, willed him to leave her. “Talk to me.”

At first she wasn’t sure what he meant, but when he grasped her hips and started to fuck her harder, taking his dick all the way out of her ass before shoving it back in, she figured it out.

She started to talk like a porn star, begging him to fill her, to fuck her ass until she couldn’t sit down. She groaned and moaned and when she finally, finally, felt his hot liquid fill her insides she slumped against the sofa. Her body was like mush, and she wondered if she would ever be able to walk again.

His dick left her ass and she listened as he walked down the hall. When he returned she heard the rustle of clothes, the obvious click of a phone being unlocked, and then several more clicks.

“Are you taking pictures of my ass?” He didn’t answer her, but once again he lay over her body and the camera appeared in front of her face. There was her ass on the camera, decorated with long, red welts. He flicked the picture to the next and there were her thighs, full of angry welts.

“So beautiful,” he said. “Now, I’m going to take care of my handiwork, and then we’re going to bed.”

He was off her, and seconds later she sighed in pleasure as he rubbed cool lotion onto the lashes he’d just shown her. Jett closed her eyes and savored the way he took care of her. She couldn’t help but think she’d found the perfect Dom for her. He was harsh, true, but she loved it that way. She was no longer afraid of moving to Tres Lobos. She would be with Griffin, and things would be perfect.