Chapter Nine
Judd’s muscles were pleasantly sore. After a few hours of manual labor, he shouldn’t feel he’d gotten a workout, but he did. A sure sign he needed to do more outside the office, even if it was walking his own dog.
He showered and considered a shave, but Cecily’s door was already closed, and he didn’t want to waste another minute. He rubbed his head with a towel and threw on a pair of fresh boxers and jeans.
Barefoot, he walked down the hall. He threw a glance at Aiden’s closed door as he passed. The house was quiet, but he didn’t believe for a minute that his momma might not leap out and harass him any second.
Judd and Cecily hadn’t discussed whether or not they’d share a bed. He could take a chance and hopefully get his way—or she could send him to the couch.
Stopping in front of the door, he listened for movement beyond. No sound came back to him, and he listened to his heart thundering in his ears before lightly knocking.
She opened the door a crack, her eyes bright, hair curling around her beautiful face.
His lip quirked up at the corner. He pitched his voice low. “Can I come in?”
She offered him a nervous smile and stepped back. As soon as he moved into the room, he stopped dead. Candles lit around the space. The double bed from his childhood was thankfully sporting a simple navy bedspread and matching sheets instead of the cartoon characters of old. The covers were turned down and the pillows fluffed.
He swallowed hard.
There’s rope.
The coil lay in the center of the bed, along with a wide rectangular hairbrush, his own handcuffs… and the butt plug.
His eyes bulged as he turned his gaze to Cecily. He tried to find his voice, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat. “What is this?”
Her eyes burned as she stared up at him. “Do you like it?”
Hell. He fucking loved it. Could only think of using the smooth backside of that hairbrush on her bottom with her handcuffed to his bed.
For a long moment, he stared into her eyes. “Cecily, we need to talk.”
“Let’s talk here.” She walked over to the bed and untied the belt around her robe. The cotton parted to reveal the nude strip of skin and lower, the dark patch of curls covering her mound.
“Christ, what are you trying to do to me? Cover up so I can think straight. We need to talk about this.”
She hugged her robe closed and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Look, I know that you hold back with me. And I’m telling you that you don’t have to.”
He snaked his fingers through his damp hair, battling his own instincts—to take her, to show her exactly what she was getting into with him if she stuck it out.
But he wasn’t that person anymore. Was he?
A glance at the bed told him he was.
“Baby doll… this isn’t something you want.”
“How do you know until we try it out? I liked the things you’ve done so far. Your commands, the rope…” She wet her lower lip, and his balls clenched tight.
“Okay, well, that’s tame compared to what I’d ask from you in the bedroom.”
She cozied up to him, and he nearly cracked. “What’s that?”
He held her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “What I am… What I need is a woman who will take my commands without question. Because you trust me.”
“I do,” she said at once.
He shook his head. “I don’t think you understand. If I tie you up here and paddle you, you’re going to make noise. You might even cry.”
Her eyes widened more. “Because you hurt me?”
“It’s not hurting you—it’s breaking down barriers, which is emotional. I know how to make you feel the pleasure more intensely through the sting of my paddle—or whips. Fuck, Cecily, you’re not ready for this. You’re too naïve, too sweet—”
She ran a hand down his bare chest to his waistband. “I may not totally understand what is going to happen, but I want this. I want you. Not as you think I want you to be—as you are. I’m a grown woman and I think my decision should mean something to you.”
For a moment, he stared into her eyes, choking on words—choking on hope. “Baby doll.”
“You won’t hurt me, I know that, Judd. Can’t we please try… Sir?”
The word was a spark to gasoline. He pulled her up against his chest, hard. “How do you know you should call me that?”
“I don’t. Well, didn’t. But the few times I slipped and called you Sir instead of sheriff or Judd, I’ve seen a look in your eyes.”
“What look is that?”
“The same one you’re giving me right now.”
His throat worked as he considered taking her under his parents’ roof. Or taking her at all.
“Okay,” he said roughly, “but not here.”
* * * * *
Thank God his pa didn’t have any hired hands staying in the spare rooms behind the barn. It was the perfect spot to take a woman who was bound to make noise once Judd tied her up and spanked her sumptuous ass.
Cecily stood by the bed and let the robe drop to the floor. Her bare curves begged for his hands; he was in so much goddamn trouble. His mouth was desiccated, his dick rock-hard.
When she perched on the edge of the bed, knees together, breasts natural, the tips hard, his cock throbbed. He took a step toward her and stopped.
“Cecily.”
“I want you, Judd. Just as you are, whatever way that is. You choose the pleasure to give me. I’m ready.”
He jammed his fingers through his hair. The battle inside him was raw, black. If he was going to walk away, it had to be now.
But she wasn’t asking him to do that. She was asking him to give her the pleasure he chose.
My God.
“Judd.” Her voice came out a harsh whisper. “Why are you fighting it?”
“I don’t want to lose you,” he grated out.
A soft sound burst from her. She shifted on the mattress, drawing his attention to the shadow between her thighs and her hard nipples. But it was the dark need in her eyes that made his decision.
In two strides he reached the bed. Caught her around the waist and bore her back on the covers, driving his thigh between her legs. She moaned as her damp heat hit his denim-clad thigh and he found her mouth. Taking control, guiding her through a series of open-mouthed, breathless kisses that had her writhing on his thigh.
She moaned, and he answered with a groan of his own. Need curled like smoke in his core. Fucking hell, he’d gone mad. She had no idea what she was asking for.
He’d stop right after he kissed her one more time.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, dancing it over hers, tasting the passion and a hint of mint from her toothpaste. Breaking away, he panted as he stared into her eyes.
She ran her fingers up his spine to dig into his shoulders. “I need you.”
If that was true, he had some training to do. Training a sub.
His cock was achingly hard, his control tightly wound as he got off the bed and looked down at her.
“What I’m going to do is instruct you, and we will both find our way to extreme pleasure.”
She nodded.
“You’re a natural sub—I feel it. God, do I. But I have to make sure you’re safe first and foremost. I’m going to use this rope to tie you up, and you’re going to listen only to my voice and react. Do you understand?” His voice had taken on that edge of command he’d been trying to slice from his life for too long. With Cecily, he didn’t have to anymore.
“I understand.”
“Sir,” he supplied. “From now on, you will address me as Sir when we are alone this way.”
She nodded, eyes bright with excitement. “Sir.”
His chest constricted.
“I assume you’ve never been spanked.”
“N-no.”
“Then how did you think of the hairbrush?”
She flushed. “Amaryllis mentioned Aiden uses it on her sometimes.”
Fuck. He should have known she’d talk to his sister-in-law about this. He didn’t know whether to be angry or thank her.
He breathed out.
Tried to think straight.
Couldn’t see anything but the mirage of using that brush on her ass like a paddle.
So much trust went into a relationship between a Dom and submissive. And here she was giving it all to him, based on a guess at what he needed. She knew him so well.
“You understand what happens?”
“I don’t need to know it all. You’ll tell me as we go.”
Oh God, the trust. There it was, laid bare for him.
He nodded, holding back a roar of primal satisfaction. “I tell you what’s happening, I ask you constantly how you feel, what you’re thinking. This kind of play is about breaking down barriers and growing closer.”
“I like that… Sir,” she murmured.
He grabbed the coil of rope. “Put your arms up,” he ordered.
She did his bidding, wrists together.
With a groan, he let the length of hemp slide through his palms. Then he took the end and wrapped it around her wrists until she was bound. The knots were loose enough she could escape if she really wanted, but solid enough she could tug at them as she screamed her way through several orgasms.
Dark need hit his senses, and he stared down at his handiwork. “Spread your legs. I’m going to tie your ankles apart.” The short bedposts were the perfect places to hitch the rope loops over. When she was spread eagle on the bed, he got up and stared at her.
“So fucking beautiful. Hot. Jesus Christ, baby doll.”
“I love the way you’re looking at me. Sir,” she added. Her breasts rose and fell.
Long seconds passed while he considered what he was going to do next. He hadn’t tried the butt plug on her yet—and it was high time.
He’d grabbed all the essentials before bringing Cecily to the barn, and he reached for a tube of lubricant now. She watched him with her teeth set into her bottom lip as he smeared a copious amount of lube onto the butt plug.
Holding her gaze, he said, “Don’t tense up. This won’t hurt. You’ll only feel pressure. First my fingers.”
As he stroked her netherhole, he watched her reactions closely. After the fourth stroke, her eyelids fluttered in pleasure. He continued to tease her backside, running his fingertip around the ring and then dipping it inside the scantest bit.
When she began to push against him for more, he swallowed a guttural groan and dripped more lube over her pucker. In the dim lighting of the room, seeing her forbidden entrance glistening and ready made his cock throb.
“Slow your breathing. I don’t want you passing out,” he ordered.
She hiccupped and swallowed a gulp. A shiver coursed through her as he sank his finger to the first knuckle into her entrance. Holding her stare, he eased his entire finger in. She cried out and wiggled down on his hand.
“Fuck. You’re so responsive. Take it slow—I don’t want you hurt.”
“It feels good. Nobody’s ever…” She bit her lip again, the plump skin inviting him to kiss her. But first he had to seat this plug in her backside and stretch her good so she remembered who had played with her tonight.
After fingering her ass for several minutes, he felt her begin to loosen. When he could easily add a second finger, she was prepared. Heart hammering, he sat back on his knees and looked down at her.
“I’m going to insert the toy now. You’re going to feel full, and I want you to bear down as I slide it in. Tell me if anything hurts or you want me to stop.”
She nodded, eyes bright with excitement. As he slipped the plug through her relaxed outer ring, he watched her closely for signs of distress. She gasped and pulled at the ropes. Once he had the toy fulling stretching her ass, he stared at it.
“Fuck, you look so hot. Sexy as hell.” He leaned in and kissed her gently at first. She quaked and made a mewl of desire, which he couldn’t resist. Soon he was slanting his mouth across hers, claiming her sounds for himself. When he was on the brink of losing control, he pushed back.
“How do you feel?”
“Turned on,” she whispered.
He nodded and reached for the hairbrush. “You’re going to feel my paddle. Focus on the sound, the feel. The heat. If at any point, you’re too scared to voice anything, you use a safe word. It’s a simple word that—”
“Stars,” she said at once.
He nodded. “Stars it is.” He gripped the hairbrush. The bristles were a soft, natural material but the handle smooth and polished. Good for slipping into her pussy and fucking her with if he had a mind to.
Eyelids drooping, he stepped up to the bed again. “I’m going to show you how good we can be together. Are you ready, baby doll?”
Her green eyes smoldered. “Yes, sir.”
* * * * *
Judd’s body glistened with sweat and a few drops of water from his shower clung to the ends of the hair lying across his forehead. His legs were braced wide and his jeans hung low on chiseled hips. Each cut of his chest muscles rippled as he made even the most minute of motions.
She was so jittery with anticipation, she could hardly breathe. She gasped for breath and it made her breasts jiggle.
He wet his lips and moved in. “Have you ever had your nipples spanked, baby doll?”
A shock of pleasure hit her and ran rampant. “N-no, Sir.” The form of address was coming easier to her. And each time she said Sir, excitement trickled low through her belly.
“I’ll start slow and light. I want you to tell me how each smack feels. You ready?”
She nodded. Heart racing, her nipples instantly pebbled. He held the back of the brush over her breast. She waited for a light sting but he only dragged the sleek wood over her taut bud.
Sensation struck like a thousand fireworks in her system. She arched off the bed.
He trailed the brush over her nipple, up and down, in small circles. When she couldn’t hold back anymore, small cries left her.
The first light smack made her jerk. She screamed as wild need hit. The toy stretching her backside only sent more sensation through her system.
He drew the brush away, and she wanted so bad to follow that instrument of pleasure. Such a humble object and in Judd’s hands, it became a tool of bliss.
He stared down at her as if studying her reaction. “How does that feel?”
“So good. I need more, Judd.”
“Judd or Sir?” He teased her by stroking the brush down her belly but avoiding the aching nipples that most wanted his touch.
“S-sir!”
Shock struck. Her pussy squeezed at giving him complete control.
“S-sir. I need more.”
His eyes hooded. “Arch your back.”
Her movement made the butt plug grind against her inner walls, and she cried out with pleasure.
He worked the brush over her other nipple until it puckered hard. When she began to rise off the bed to get closer to his caress, he delivered a gentle tap to the point. Hard enough to let her know he was in control.
“Oh my God. I need more. Smack them harder. Suck them. Bite them.”
“Greedy woman. You’ll get what I decide you should have.” He stood back to consider her, looking over her face, down to her breasts, which were straining. Then down her body to settle between her thighs and the toy fitted in her ass.
“How much can you take? How far can I push you?” He smoothed the brush down her belly to the crest of her pussy. Then flipped the brush in his hand and used the rounded handle to trail across her pulsing clit.
She came off the bed, heels digging into the mattress. She bit back a scream of bliss. Her inner thigh muscles shook as she attempted to get him to touch her pussy.
He stared into her eyes, and a thrill buried deep. This man, she was so ready to follow him into any experience he wanted. This sexual act was doing exactly what he’d promised—she felt closer to him than ever.
She gyrated her hips in the air. “More.”
“More what?” he commanded.
“Oh God. More, Sir. More!”
“You want this, my little wildcat?” Again he stroked her clit. Rubbing it back and forth under the brush handle. When she started to tremble on the verge of losing control, he lifted the handle and slipped it into her pussy.
She choked off a sound of ecstasy. Her insides clamped around the brush and her ass squeezed the toy. She pushed up and into the handle once, twice.
He pulled it free and replaced it with his fingers. Curling his palm so his fingers pressed against her inner wall in a mind-melting spot and his thumb depressing her clit.
“I’m going to come. I need to come,” she whimpered. The triple ecstasy of his fingers inside her and on her clit along with the toy…
He thrust his fingers in and upward. She shook, on the verge.
“Not until I tell you to.”
“Wh-what?”
“Focus on my voice and my words.”
Her head swam as she met his dark, urgent look.
“Your body is mine. You don’t come until I say you can.”
“Y-yes, Sir!” Not only was she dying to reach that peak just out of her reach, but her mind was locked in, focused solely on Judd. On his voice, his movements. She adjusted her body to his fingers twitching even a fraction. Suddenly, she realized what this was all about.
And she loved it.
“You’re so wet for me. You want to come.”
“Please.”
“Sir.”
“Please, Sir.” She panted.
His gaze intensified, pinning her to the bed more securely than the ropes as he drove his fingers in and out of her pussy. Juices flowed, her squeaking gasps filled the air, along with the rough growls erupting from his throat.
“Now.” The single word sent her sailing over the edge.
* * * * *
Seeing Cecily come apart for him, lips trapped between her teeth, shaking with pleasure coursing through her body had him so fucking hard, he was about to blow.
His balls clenched to his body and he counted to ten before he could stop finger-fucking her. She jerked with sensitivity, and he stuck his fingers in her mouth so she could taste herself.
“I’m not nearly finished playing with you, baby doll. But if I don’t get inside you now, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
He took a moment to gently remove the butt plug, not wanting her to grow sore. Then he stripped off his clothing and donned a condom with one quick move of his wrist. When he hovered over her, he gazed into her eyes. Her eyes hazy with passion.
“Let me see you move your hands.”
She demonstrated she could.
“Feet okay? Not numb?”
She shook her head. Curls tumbled across her face, and he gently brushed them back. Then he leaned in to kiss her. A slow stoking of the fires again. Teasing her with nibbles and bites along her lips. This was how it was meant to be, the give and take. Fuck, she was so right.
She pushed upward, and her wet pussy brushed the tip of his cock. Extreme warmth enveloped him and spread down to his balls. He cupped her jaw in one hand. “Look at me when I enter you.”
He slipped the head of his erection inside her. A fraction at first and then an inch. More and more until he was bedded deep. She squeezed him with her inner muscles and tossed her head back.
“Look at me,” he demanded, bringing her gaze back to his.
Only when their gazes were locked did he begin to move. Slow pulses of his hips that sent her up the mattress. He reached beneath her and lifted her ass to meet his thrusts. Faster and faster, he moved, and she wriggled closer, fucking herself down on his cock.
“You feel so fucking good. So hot, wet, soft. God, your eyes…”
“Sir… I need you deeper.” Her words were a whispered plea.
Who was he to deny her? He threw his all into taking her, harder, pushing deep until his balls were nestled against her ass. She started to contract around him, a raw cry in her throat.
He cut off her noise with a kiss as he drove fast and hard. Need coiled at the base of his spine and he exploded with a rough moan. He couldn’t wait to experiment with just how far he could push her.
The first three pumps, he hardly registered the words.
But on the fourth, his brain wrapped around what she was saying.
“I love you, Judd. Damn, I love you.”