Chapter Three
He’s wrong about the soreness. Come morning, my ass is so tender it hurts to move. I roll over gingerly as the sound of Cole’s voice stirs me awake. He’s on the phone asking someone to move my horse over to his ranch, and to offer his apologies at not showing up for the day’s events because something has come up.
Something’s come up all right. Your cock. I’d love to say it out loud, but the ache in my bottom has me thinking better of it. And Cole is off the phone now, anyway.
“Well, hello, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, grinning broadly when he sees me watching him through the hair that’s fallen in a tangle over my face. He leans over and pushes it back. “Ready for breakfast?”
He leans back to display an erection standing at full attention.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Serious as a heart attack,” he says. “Although if you’re not hungry, I am, and I’ll happily eat that pussy until you beg me to stop.”
I can’t imagine enduring six more days of this. But I know I can’t just walk away, and so does he. Another thing I know is that my body isn’t ready for more intense stimulation. Not yet, anyway. Before the day is done, he’ll have me again. But for now, since I’ve been given a choice between me going down on him, or him going down on me, I’d rather give than receive.
I raise myself to sitting and wince, then rise on my knees and sink back until my bottom is against my heels.
“Oh, I like that pose,” he says, smiling. “You look so pretty, so submissive, like a sweet, sun-kissed little slave girl.”
I look at his cock. The sun slanting through the blind is shining on it like a spotlight.
“Cole,” I say. “You know you could pick up that phone and call any one of those rodeo girls and they’d be here in five minutes. And I bet any one of them would give you a better blowjob than I can.”
“Yeah,” he says. “But I’d just be thinking of you the whole time. And that wouldn’t be nice, would it?”
“I hate you,” I say, but he just grins and points at his cock. I glare as I toss my hair over my shoulder, lean down and grab the base of his shaft. I wasn’t kidding when I said one of those girls could do it better. My fellatio skills aren’t what they should be. It’s not that I don’t like giving head. It’s just that I don’t have a whole lot of experience at it. But when I slip my lips around the smooth skin of his flared cock head, the way he moans takes me by surprise.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he says, winding his fingers through my tousled hair. He presses my head down, and I feel his smooth, flared head glide to the back of my throat. I take deep breaths through my nose as I start to move my mouth up and down the length of him.
“Mmmm… I’ve dreamed of you doing this so many times.” He raises his hips off the bed and I pull my mouth away but keep my hand on his shaft, working it up and down as I trace the roadmap of veins with my tongue. There’s a drop of pre-cum oozing from his slit and I lap it away. I should be resenting this, but the way Cole is moaning is making me feel powerful in a powerless situation. He’s grasping the covers now, twisting them in the same strong hands that restrained me last night. He tells me to suck him, to suck him off, tells me he wants to feel my sweet, hot mouth around his cock. His language is raw and coarse and visceral, just like he is. I’ve never been turned on giving a blowjob until now. I can feel myself soaking my new panties.
“I’m coming, baby,” he says, and his hand is on the back of my head again. “And you’re going to drink me all down, understand?”
Suddenly I’m feeling panicky again. I’ve never swallowed before. The few times I’ve given head, I turned away at the last moment as the cum shot up in a little fountain and ran down over my hand. How much is in an ejaculation? Winona and I Googled that one night when we were drunk. A tablespoon? Or was it a teaspoon? It hardly matters now, because I can feel Cole’s orgasm building, and I’ve been told to swallow. And I realize as he tenses that my pussy is throbbing from neglect. I want to reach down and touch myself, but in the back of my mind, I don’t want Cole to know that what he’s making me do is having that kind of effect on me. Then he comes and I feel the warm wash of his tribute shoot into the back of my mouth. I swallow—once, twice, three times as the room fills with his cries.
When he relaxes back on the bed, I sit back again on my heels and demurely wipe the corner of my mouth. Cole grins wickedly at me. “I knew you were a natural,” he says.
“You’re a pig,” I say.
Cole winks. “And you’re a little harlot. Look how hard those nipples are against your nightie.” And just like that, he changes the subject as he turns to rise from the bed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to start my day.” He picks up the suitcase and puts it on the bed as he did the night before. This time when he opens it, he pulls out a cute yellow sundress.
“I picked it up when I was in Austin about two months back,” he says as he tosses me the garment. “It looked like you.”
I hold the dress up and look at the label. The price is still on it. One hundred eight dollars. For a moment, I don’t know what to say.
“You bought this for me… in Austin? After we broke up?” I finger the eyelet lace edging. “You don’t think that’s weird?”
“Nope,” he says. “I once bought a saddle for a horse I didn’t own yet.”
“Wow, Cole. You really know how to charm a girl.”
“That’s not what I meant, Gina Louise.”
I stand up, pull the nightie off, and slip into the dress. “Yeah, I think it’s exactly what you meant. Now that I’ve sucked you off, are you going to give me a carrot?”
“I hurt your feelings,” he says.
“No, Cole,” I reply. “Women love being compared to livestock.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He pulls on his jeans and walks around the bed, and I’m surprised that he seems genuinely concerned over how I took his comment. “What I was getting at is that when I want something, being certain about it increases the odds of it working out.” He pauses. “And I’ve wanted you for a mighty long time.”
“‘Well, saddles and sundresses aside, you can keep wanting, Cole Patterson. Nothing’s changed.”
He pulls a fresh shirt out of the suitcase and I watch as he puts it on. “How’s your ass?”
“Sore,” I say, and blush.
“That was a punishment,” he says. “But when you’re not so sore, you know what I’m gonna do?” When I don’t answer, he tells me anyway. “I’m gonna put you over my knee and rub that pussy. I’m gonna pet it until you’re wet and quivering. Then I’m going to start spanking your ass, real easy like.” He pantomimes easy, seductive swats with a bit of an upswing as he describes them. “I’m going to build that pleasure and pain up at the same time until you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’m going to sit you up and bring you down on my cock. And I’m going to look into the eyes of a satisfied Gina Louise.” He grins. “Fetch your boots. We’re going out.”
“Where?” I ask.
“Out. Don’t ask questions.”