Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress Read Online Free Page A

called out. “You can’t…” she started, but she didn’t finish as his thumb found her swollen clit. She stopped biting as her breath grew ragged.
    He curled his fingers inside her and elicited a gasp, then a moan. His cock ached for friction, so he pressed it against her thigh. What she’d done with her fingernails still stung, but that didn’t matter then. What mattered was Sue’s release. Without the distraction of her scrapes and bites, he could focus on touching her in all the right places.
    He bent down to suck on her breast again, covering the other with his hand. He didn’t know what she liked with her nipples—some women craved a soft touch; others liked full-on pain. So he teased first, then pinched lightly.
    “Don’t stop,” she ordered.
    He was tempted to stop because of the tone of her voice. She was used to giving orders, and he wasn’t a submissive. But as he looked at her, sprawled on the ground with her breasts bare and her legs spread, he didn’t think she was entirely in domme space, either. He nudged her clit again, more firmly this time. She grabbed his hair and pushed him down against her breast. He sucked hard enough to hurt.
    She screamed, but it wasn’t from agony. She grabbed his arm to pull his fingers from her other breast. He thought she was prying it away until her scream abruptly ended, and she sank her teeth into his arm. Her body shuddered and shook under his.
    He pulled on her jaw to extract his arm. She hadn’t drawn blood, but the mark would stay for a while.
    “No more,” she said, between gasps.
    He was tempted. He pressed down on her clit.
    “Please no,” she said.
    Didn’t think I’d get a please out of her. I’ll take that, even though I think I can make her come again . He withdrew his hand. Sticking his arm between her and the sand, he rolled over so she was on top again. He pulled her into an embrace.
    For several minutes, she said nothing while she caught her breath. Her head was on his shoulder, so he couldn’t see her face. He liked the way she felt next to him. The softness of her breasts squishing against his chest, in contrast with the stiff leather of the bustier. The way her legs intertwined with his. The sand chafed against the scrapes on his back, and the bites on his neck still stung. God, she’s fierce. Perfect . But her hand was uncurled now, the pads of her fingers soft against his stomach.
    She looked up at him. “What the hell was that?”
    “Sex.” He inhaled her scent, sweat and arousal blending with the smoke from the fire.
    “You didn’t get any.”
    “I thought you were used to denying your men,” he teased.
    “This was nothing like that.”
    “I wouldn’t have thought so.” He chuckled.
    She stuck out her jaw. “I’m not going to make you come. There is no quid pro quo.”
    “That doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. His cock felt differently, but it wasn’t in charge. Nothing he couldn’t take care of with a hand later. Or he could find someone else to help him out.
    An unfamiliar twinge hit him. Finding someone else seemed completely unsatisfactory, and he wasn’t sure why. He’d never been the jealous type. He’d always been happy to see his lovers enjoying themselves, whoever they were with, and expected at least tolerance in return. Love—even more so, lust—wasn’t a limited resource. It didn’t get diminished because you shared it. And yet the idea of being with some other woman later that evening had no appeal.
    The idea of Sue with some other man wasn’t to his liking either.
    “What are you thinking?” Sue asked.
    “Just that you’re not running to get away,” he lied.
    “I’d have to walk barefoot,” Sue pointed out. “It’s simply practical.”
    He squeezed her. “Do you get much in the way of cuddles?”
    Her face clouded, and she turned it away from him again. “No,” she mumbled.
    Even though he had understood her, he pulled her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Sorry, what was