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the step she’d taken.
Right then, he knew she was meant to be with him, and knew her
being a sub to his dominant was possible. At least, he hoped so,
but he’d possess her in whatever way she came.
    Reaching down to grab hold of his
hard cock, he gave a squeeze and smiled.
    “All she has to do is ask,” he
muttered and walked out to the shower. Setting his hat on a nearby
bench, he pulled off his boots and socks, then stripped off his
jeans and underwear. With purpose, he walked under the head and
turned on the water.
    It was cold, but refreshing. He’d
picked the veggies they needed for dinner and he wanted to clean
off before getting dressed. There was no rush until he needed to
head up to Matt and Ted’s house. He’d take the veggies, cleaned and
prepped for grilling, then he’d have plenty of time to stop by the
cottage and collect Molly and Saki.
    Soap he bought from a local lady who
made her own rested on a rock set off to the side. He liked how she
had bars available made of sage and juniper, and not only pretty
flowers. There was no need for him to go around smelling like a
bouquet.
    Once he was clean, Jon looked down
at the rock hard erection he still sported. The only relief around,
besides her, was his hand. He’d handled things that way since she’d
arrived, once more was no big deal. Hopefully it was the last
time.
    Heavily lathering his hands, he set
the soap back down and turned around while remaining under the
rain-like shower head. Facing the teepee, he imagined Molly walking
naked into the structure with her arms secured behind her back. He
adored her breasts and would keep her in whatever position they’d
sit pushed out and his for the taking.
    When they weren’t bouncing freely,
he wanted to clamp the tips and leave trapped bits of flesh for him
to lick, bite, and tease with his fingers. Maybe he’d use his new
nipple cylinders. Admittedly he’d bought them with her in mind. The
device would make her nipples stand out even further. Turn redder,
yes, but it was the standing out that had him stroking his rod a
little quicker.
    Images of her sliding on and off his
cock while tied to the swing, secured to the horse with her ass in
the air and strapped to the frame, flicked across his mind like a
movie. No matter how he had her, he’d happily fuck her as she
screamed her passion.
    There were two won’t do’s on his
personal list, however, and they were set in stone. He’d never
cover her eyes because he wanted to see the blue as he took her. He
wanted to watch the pleasure bleed into them and their focus to be
on him and them. Her mouth would also remain uncovered. She
possessed delightful lips and he wanted to dip his fingers between
them for her to suck, or thrust his cock in and out of
them.
    He most wanted to hear her call him
by name while his hands, mouth, or cock gave her
pleasure.
    Fast and furiously, he pumped his
rod as he looked at his teepee. Nothing but pleasure would happen
within its canvas walls, whether she was bound or not. The
structure was originally built to honor his heritage as a place for
him to exist tranquilly. He wasn’t a full blown Crow, but a mix of
various tribes and some white blood here and there. Jon did things
his way. Some, he believed, came from his heritage and others were
all him.
    Peace and pleasure were two things
he wanted in life, and to have them however possible made him
happy. Pleasure hadn’t played a major role for him until Molly
entered his world. Now he needed to express his unique desire
however, wherever, and with whomever he wanted. He chose an English
flower.
    Stroking himself made a loud slick
slapping sound because he was wet, and it pleased him to hear. Sex
and the enjoyment of it was nothing to hide from. Actually, it was
something to revere, honor, and he planned on doing that with Molly
at his side.
    “Molly,” he groaned out loud.
Flashing before his eyes, she thrust her bare breasts up for him to
devour, and seed shot from his