Page 87 of The Stars in the Sky
Kinky
"WHAT THE HELL DO you have there?" I cried, staring at Will, who stood in the doorway of the tack room.
Bridles and reins hung on hooks all around the large tack room, which was sparsely furnished with a table, chair, and a few sawhorses. Extra bales of hay sat in a corner. Now that the kids were gone, most of the staff had taken off, we were alone in the tack room, and we had the ranch to ourselves.
We’d made it the two weeks. Sleeping together every night, I felt closer to him than I’d felt to another human being, ever; we’d kissed, we’d hugged, we’d caressed. But despite our insistent mutual attraction, there’d been no sex, no fucking, no making love.
And we were ready to explode.
Will had on a tight, dark blue, faded t-shirt, jeans, belt, boots, and a Justin trucker hat that crushed his unruly hair. He held a plastic bag from a drug store, a blanket, and something that looked like a dead animal. He turned around and closed and locked the door.
Oh, shit.
"Deal was," he said, stalking over to me, "we went two weeks without fucking, I get to do anything I want to you, except hurt you."
"Uh-huh," I managed.
"It's been two weeks. You up for it?"
I nodded. He’d stunned me into silence. I’d been turned on for days. I had been wet for the past hour. I wanted him and I wanted him now.
"Now's the time for kinky. Take your clothes off, Marie," he commanded. "Now."
He took a Pendleton blanket and spread it out on the ground. "Stand on this. You should know. If you want me to make love to you, right now, I will, wherever you want. But you wanted to see kinky. So, this is what is kinky to me."
He continued. "Gonna tie you up. Wanna take you to the edge, a time or two, but not let you come. But you gotta trust me that I'm gonna let you, eventually, after I play with you for a bit, and it will be massive."
I looked him in his gentle, chocolate brown eyes, trusting him with everything. Trusting him with me. I wanted him to feel like he could show me all parts of him, even those secret parts about what turned him on, what made him crazy. I loved all of him and I wanted to see all of him.
"Let's do it," I said.Show me what turns you on.
He smiled warmly and then his features changed and he looked at me fixedly.
Then, not breaking my gaze, I licked my lips.
I reached down and unbuttoned the buttons on my western-style shirt, one at a time, slowly, watching him the entire time. I eased my shirt off of one arm, then another, and I set it gently on a nearby table. Then I shuffled out of my vegan boots and socks, and onto the blanket. I unbuttoned my tight Wrangler jeans—the ones from high school, unzipped them, and eased them down over my hips and down my long legs.
I stood there, looking at him, bleached hair over my shoulders, wearing a fuchsia pink demi-bra and matching Brazilian cut panties, dying for him to touch me.
He stood there, looking back at me, eyes wide.
Then he took the furry thing, some sort of animal hide, and spread it on the nearby bales of hay.
"Is that a dead animal?"
"Relax. It's fake. Feel it."
I leaned over and felt the velvety blanket. I could deal with faux fur.
"Are you going to put on a cowboy hat?" I teased him. "Because if you're going for a weird dom/sub fantasy thing, I want you in a cowboy hat and no shirt."
"'Kay," he said, and strode over to another part of the tack room. He came back, holding a black cowboy hat. He set it down, took off his trucker hat, shrugged off his t-shirt, and put the cowboy hat on, low down on his face. In a trucker hat, he just looked like a hot guy. But in a cowboy hat? He looked dangerous. So heavenly tall, so muscular, in jeans, boots, and a black cowboy hat, his beautiful torso on display, his face a combination of turned on and amused, his dark eyes intense. All I could think was holy shit, my cowboy in all of his glory.
"I said clothes off, but I think I'll help you with this," he said. And then he pulled a folded dark blue bandanna out of the back of his pocket. "Think you need to have some sensory deprivation. You trust me?"
"I do," I said. "You know I do. I'm just fucking turned on."
"Good. Me too. Now I'm not gonna let you come right now. But I promise I will and it’ll be really good."
