Nightfall (23 page)

The dildo for this strap-on appeared larger than any he’d
ever seen, although that could possibly just be his imagination. Attached to it
was a complicated network of straps and buckles.

Selene held it up. Her eyes possessed a wicked gleam.

“I think this will suit, don’t you?”

What was he supposed to say?

What you know I want to hear.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sure it will.”

She slipped her dress over her head and kicked her shoes to
the side. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of looking at that body, the
smooth pussy, the taut nipples, the nicely rounded breasts. He wanted to run
his tongue over every inch of her but he knew that wasn’t on this particular
agenda. Unfortunately. Instead his eyes were glued to her as she fitted the
straps around her thighs and hips, adjusting them to fit securely, but he
couldn’t seem to look away from the enormous penis jutting from her slim body.

Selene stepped closer to him. “Would you like to touch it?”
Before he could answer she took one of his hands and molded it around the toy.
“I can’t wait to see this penetrate you. To impale you with it. I’ve thought
about this a lot, cowboy.” She removed his hand and backed away. “Get up on the
bed, on your knees. Head down, resting on your forearms.”

Swallowing his lingering misgivings, he climbed onto the bed
and arranged himself as she ordered. He had never felt so exposed in his life,
with his ass, cock and balls unprotected and open to whatever she had in mind.

Trust her. Completely.

He wondered who exactly he was trying to convince, but he
drew in a deep breath and tried to relax.

She stroked his buttocks, following the curve down to his
thighs. He shook at just that light contact. She touched him everywhere, his
hips, the inside of his thighs, even down to his ankles, as if memorizing every
contour of his body. When she trailed her hand through the hot crevice of his
ass he automatically tightened against it.

She gave a low laugh while she fondled his testicle sac. The
tip of her finger caressed the tight ring of his anus, circling the muscle
before pushing inside. A second finger joined the first, then a third, moving
and scissoring inside him, testing the lube.

“You did a good job.” She pressed a kiss to the hollow at
the base of his spine. “But I’m going to add more lubricant because the
strap-on is much larger than my fingers. I have some other adjustments to
make.”

“Like what?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Not worried, are you? Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with
you.”

Yeah right.

She moved away again. From the corner of his eye he saw her
at the satchel again.

“I’m going to blindfold you, Quinn. Taking away sight
enhances all the other senses and I want you to feel every bit of this. Do you
trust your Mistress enough for this?”

I do. Mistress.

He realized he was speaking inside her head.

Thank you. I will take good care of you.

When she placed the folded cloth across his eyes, he had a
heartbeat of panic. Then he centered himself and forced his body to relax
again.

Something touched his anus, something cool, and then her
fingers were sliding into him, smoothing the fresh gel along his tissues,
preparing him for what was to come. He thought he could have stayed that way
for a long time, her fingers probing inside him, the feeling was so delicious.
A completely unexpected treat. But so much with Selene was turning out to be
that way.

She withdrew and he felt something rough around one ankle.
The rope she’d carried in from the barn.

“I’m securing your ankles to the short posts at the foot of
the bed. I’ll be tying your hands as well.”

By the time she had finished binding him, his knees were
spread far apart, his ankles secured to the corner posts. When she said she’d
be tying his hands as well, she hadn’t meant to the top posts. Instead she had
him go down to his elbows, then even farther, his arms at his sides, hands
pointed to the foot of the bed, so she could secure his wrists with the ropes
and run them down to tie them to the same posts as his ankles. The position
pressed his cheek flat to the mattress, putting a strain on his neck and
shoulder.

His Mistress apparently only wanted him uncomfortable in the
right ways, however. The mattress dipped as she put a knee onto it. The phallus
strapped to her bobbed against his cheek. He could smell her pussy and it eased
his tension to know how aroused she was already. As soon as she slid pillows
beneath his head he exhaled, the strain on his neck and back muscles easing.

Other things didn’t ease, however. If she’d bound his arms
above his head, he would have felt less vulnerable, but now here he was. Every
muscle in his body was strained from the awkward position, his ass canted up.

One slim finger traced the seam of his mouth, drawing him
out of his head. “I gave a lot of thought to how I would do this. I saw
pictures of stallions, like your Midnight—”

‘Gelding,” he corrected in a hoarse voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Midnight is a gelding. That means he’s been castrated.”

“Well, you can be sure that won’t be happening here.”

“Damn straight on that.”

She chuckled. “As I was explaining, I saw horses restrained
for grooming and other things. I thought about putting a halter on you and I
may do that one of these days. Stand you up and secure the halter with two
ropes. Stretch out your arms and legs. I would have done it tonight, right
there in the barn, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to put on a show for any of
your hands who might be around.”

He snorted. “Damn straight about that too.”

She kissed his cheek. “My purpose is not to humiliate you,
cowboy. Whatever I order you to do is for my pleasure and to ensure you know
who is in charge.”

“I always know that. Now.” He did, tough as it might be
sometime. But he had totally lost the ability or desire to argue with her or
object to whatever she might want, at least right now.

“Open your mouth, Quinn, and bite down. I’ve gagged my bed
partners before, but I thought you would prefer something more, well, cowboy.”

“What bed partners?”

“Casual things, subs for the night in clubs and things like
that. No one like you. No one I wanted to keep.”

That mollified him, even as other things did a slow flip in
his stomach. He felt the cool metal of the bit press against his lips and
realized she’d been cleaning it in the bathroom for this. Though he insisted on
his men cleaning their tack as thoroughly as if they might eat off it, he
appreciated her consideration.

As it stretched his mouth, making his balls tighten and cock
leak onto the bed, she tied the leather laces from each end behind his head
with the blindfold knot.

She trailed her tongue over his parted lips, first the top
then the bottom. “I think we’re ready.”

The mattress shifted as she slid off and her fingers
followed the outline of his extended arm and bent leg as she moved to the foot
of the bed. Some kind of rough material slid beneath his widespread legs.

“A towel,” she explained. “We want to protect these nice
bedclothes.”

As her fingers slipped between his thighs to capture his
cock, stroking it lightly from root to tip, he prayed that he could last as
long as she wanted him to.

“What is it you wish to do more than anything, Quinn?” Her
voice had a sultry lilt to it. “Speak aloud. I love hearing you try to talk
around the bit.”

“Give my Mistress pleasure,” he managed. “Always my
Mistress.”

“Very good.” Her grip on his cock tightened and her strokes
grew bolder. “Perhaps I should make you come like this and wait until later to
take your ass. Leave you like this for a while.”

Jesus. Fuck. Damn.

He ground his teeth.

I heard that, but I won’t punish you. Not this time. Take
a deep breath and let it out.

As he did so, her hands separated the cheeks of his ass and
the tip of the strap-on pressed against his opening. With the added lube, it
slid smoothly against his flesh.

“More deep breaths,” she instructed.

He drew in another one, eased it out and closed his teeth
down on the bit as she pushed the dildo into his rectum, one inch at a time. He
found the breathing helped him to relax, at least as much as was possible
considering the phallus invading his ass. His sphincter muscle clamped against
the intrusion but Selene reached beneath him for his balls again and caressed
them. The stimulation and the breathing made his body ease its resistance and
the strap-on penetrated farther.

With one hand on a buttock cheek and the other still
fondling him, she pressed forward. The muscle released and the dildo slid
farther into his rectum until at last it was all the way in.
Jesus God.
He’d never felt anything like it. She withdrew and eased back, then pushed
forward again. The rhythm she set was driving his body toward a climax yet was
barely enough to get him there.

Selene moved her hand to his cock, her touch sending
powerful electricity sizzling through him. He knew he was hard enough to drive
fence posts and his balls ached with need. Splayed out as he was, he had no
power to control the movements of his body and he yanked at the ropes
restraining him in frustration.

“Easy,” she soothed. “I don’t want to rush this.”

Yes, rush it, he wanted to tell her. The smooth glide in and
out of his ass lit up the nerves in that sensitive skin, especially each time
it dragged over that sensitive gland. He had never imagined he’d enjoy
something like this but the dark pleasure of it shocked him.

Her thighs slapped against him with each move forward, her
fingers tightening around his cock as she increased the pace. His entire body
tensed as his climax began to uncoil.

She stopped. Withdrew completely. Removed her hand from his
body.

“Mistress,” he growled. “Please. I beg you.”

“What is it you wish, cowboy? My hand? My mouth? This cock
I’m wearing?”

“Yes.” He was drooling over the bit. “All of it.
Everything.”

She eased the phallus back into his body. “At my command.”

“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want.” Christ, he needed to come in
the worst way.

She gave a light laugh. “Really? Anything I want? I think I
should do this on a regular basis.”

“Please,” he begged.

“You only had to ask,” she teased.

Now she drove into him rapidly, her hand stroking his cock
in cadence with the thrusts of her hips. He clamped down on the bit so hard he
was afraid he’d crack the enamel on his teeth. Every muscle in his body
tightened.

“Please…Mistress.”

“Yes, Quinn. Now.”

As his orgasm gripped him with an unfamiliar violence, huge
shudders racked him from head to toe. He spewed his release, her small fingers
milking him, his come ejaculating with such tremendous force it took away what
little breath he had left. He yanked so hard on the ropes binding him he could
feel them cutting into his wrists. He was glad for the pillows beneath his head
because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to hold it up.

She rode him through it, the huge greased dildo sliding in
and out of his ass. When the last tremor finally died away he felt as if every
bit of energy had been drained from his body. If not for the restraints he
would have curled into a fetal position and willed himself into
unconsciousness.

Oh no, cowboy. You don’t get to leave my presence without
permission. Not even your mind.

Selene gave his cock one last stroke before withdrawing from
his body. The ropes around his ankles were released, her hands caressing the
places where they’d bound him. Easing his legs from their painful position, she
massaged the muscles with her angel’s touch, kneading from ankle to thigh and
back again until the strain eased. Then his wrists. More gentle stroking,
kneading, rubbing, until the muscles in his arms also relaxed.

Thank you, Mistress.

It’s my pleasure. And my responsibility.

The bed dipped again as she knelt on it beside his head,
easing the bit from his mouth. She touched the corners with a tissue, blotting
the moisture where he’d drooled uncontrollably. Finally, the blindfold was
lifted away.

He blinked at the sudden light, low as it was, jarred back
into reality. Selene turned his head and pressed a kiss to his abused lips.

“You did well, cowboy. You pleased me a great deal.” She ran
two fingers through the folds of her pussy then painted his lips with her
liquid. “Taste me. That apparatus has a clitoral stimulator that works very
well. I came hard with the effort, although not as hard as you.”

He licked his lips. “I always enjoy the taste of my
Mistress.”

Selene readjusted the pillows and nudged him over to his
back. “Because you’ve served me so well, I’m going to reward you.”

His heart stuttered at her words and the look in her eyes.

“You’ve earned the third mark.” She paused. “If that’s still
what you want.”

“I do.” His raspy voice didn’t half convey his pleasure at
finally being made one with her.

“You won’t be the same person afterward. Remember that.”

“Do it,” he said in the same raw voice.

She brushed his tousled hair from his brow and kissed his
eyelid, his nose and his cheeks, every touch conveying the feel of a blessing.
When she straddled him, her wet pussy imprinted itself on his stomach, her incredible
scent filling his nostrils.

“You’re mine, cowboy. Remember that.”

“Always.” His heart stuttered.

She smiled, her drawn lips revealing her fangs, which
emerged even farther at his attention. Lifting one of his wrists to her mouth,
she pierced the artery. As she did, he felt that lovely sense of suction from
her lips, then…something different. Fire. He arched up with a gasp as her mouth
suddenly became a branding iron, scorching the place where she impaled him. Not
so painful as to be unbearable, but he felt a rush through his veins, an
acceleration of his heartbeat, and then lightheadedness, all the physical
effects consuming him as the third mark serum released into his blood.