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  She began by blowing on her palms until they became damp and warm. Then she made a steeple of her hands over his cock. His cock was too large for her to enclose its length, not that she minded. Once she’d lubricated him with her moisture, she slipped her fingers to the side of his shaft, exposing the head between her thumbs and forefingers. Inch by slow inch, she worked her palms down his shaft and pressed just enough to provide a measure of friction. He’d become fully erect by the time she reached his scrotum. His hold on her hair tightened.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, Kade,” she whispered. She’d placed her mouth so close that her breath reached his tip. “I’d never hurt you.”

  “Don’t…make a promise…you can’t keep.”

  Casting aside a niggling unease, she moved her fingers back up his length, careful to keep him housed. His grip shifted to her shoulders, maybe so he could pull her off him if he wanted. His quickened breath and taut muscles left no doubt of his reaction.

  “Sit down,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Please, sit down.”

  After a moment, he positioned himself over his office chair. Before he could lower himself onto it, she released his penis and pulled both his jeans and shorts down around his knees. Looking less than in control for the first time since she’d met him, he placed his naked ass on the seat. After rocking back on her heels, she lifted one of his legs at a time and stripped him. Her mouth felt dry. In contrast, she’d already soaked her panties’ crotch. Much as she longed to tighten her buttocks, she struggled to keep the focus on him—on bringing him pleasure.

  First she lubricated his cock by sucking him into her mouth and covering it with saliva. She reluctantly released him but immediately took him into her hands again. This time she positioned her fingers on either side of his shaft and held him upright. Applying light pressure, she stroked every inch of taut flesh. She occasionally brought his cock toward her and closed her lips over his tip but kept the contact brief and teasing.

  By now he was leaning back in the chair, legs widespread, hands gripping the armrest. He rocked from side to side, but she didn’t loosen her grip. Despite her determination to put him first, she clenched and released her pelvis to deal with her excitement.

  “Can’t…” he gasped, “take much more.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  He again took hold of her shoulders, his grip bordered on the painful. In it she sensed his reluctance to let a woman dictate the course of their sexual encounter, but so far he hadn’t tried to stop her.

  What did she mean, try? If he wanted, he could have her on her back and spread-eagled in a matter of seconds.

  Her imagination kicked into high gear. Even as she stroked and teased by lightly running her nails over his engorged veins, she lost herself in fantasy… Her attempt to give him head hadn’t pleased him. Determined to teach her a lesson, he yanked her hands off him and threw her facedown on a bed. She made a show of struggling, but of course he won the battle. Exhausted, she didn’t resist as he ordered her to bend her knees so her ass stuck up in the air, legs spread as wide as she could get them. Then he expertly demonstrated the art of tongue play.

  “Slide forward,” she ordered in a strangled tone. “Spread your legs.”

  “Damn it, Maita. I—”

  “Forward.” Despite her lightheadedness, she tugged on his cock. “Now.”

  To her relief, he scooted toward her until his ass was half off the edge of the chair. In this position, he could no longer hold on to her and was forced to grip the arms to keep from sliding off. Feeling as if she’d managed to run a Brahma into a corral, she set her mind to drawing out the lesson. A wild animal fought any and all ropes placed on it, but if the trainer went about things slow and calm, at length the animal understood who was in charge.

  She began by taking hold of Kade’s cock and drawing it up so she could see its underside. His legs looked so taut she wondered how long he could hold his position, maybe no longer than she could resist straddling him and easing him into her.

  Fucking. Pure and simple sex.

  Soon. Soon.

  Holding his organ up and away from him gave her access to his scrotum, yet she hesitated touching his family jewels. Life’s promise lived within the twin sacs. He held more than sperm in there, more than fluid she hoped would soon fill her. If she wasn’t on the pill and he didn’t use rubbers, he might impregnate her. She’d carry and then bear his child. No matter what happened between the two of them, they’d always have something precious in common.

  Did she want his child?

  Did she want her world changed? To no longer be alone?

  Incapable of answering the questions, she lifted his cock even more. If he asked, she’d have to admit she didn’t know what she was doing when she pressed her palm against the silken flesh under his balls. The moment she did, he arched off the chair.

  “Maita!”

  She continued to press. He remained poised on the edge of the chair, head back and breathing loud. Her naked breasts ached to be touched, and she regretted not having removed her jeans, but maybe it was better this way. Her sex remained out of reach.

  Giving in to desire, she stroked his perineum using small circular motions with her thumb pad. Her focus remained on the organ cradled in her other hand, its promise, vulnerability, and potential.

  “The whole time you were turning my body into what you wanted, I thought about doing the same to you,” she admitted. “I’m not like you. I’m no expert. But, I think, if I was a man, this is what I’d want.”

  She changed to an up and down motion. Traveling no more than a half inch with each stroke, she imagined her fingers inside him. The thought of burying her fingers in his anus stole her breath. Would he allow her to rule him in such a way? Could she make herself stop?

  He suddenly tensed even more. “Your…nails.”

  “I won’t hurt you.” She continued stroking. “I’d never—”

  The phone rang. She continued to hold him. It rang again. “I have—” he started.

  “Answer it.”

  Although she kept her fingers against the flesh under his balls, he started to straighten and reached for the instrument. His “What?” sounded terse and distracted.

  “No, not this weekend,” he said after a moment. “Weekends aren’t convenient for me.”

  They weren’t because his rodeo business went into high gear then. Weekdays were better for…his other occupation. Feeling a little sick, she stopped trying to distract him but kept her fingers on him.

  “I don’t need the money, Sam. I don’t give a damn if you triple it.” He listened. “I’ll get back to you.” Another pause. “Fine. Think about it. When you’ve made up your mind, let me know.” He hung up without saying goodbye. “If it rings again, I’m not answering.”

  “This Sam wants you to, what, train some woman?”

  “Sam’s a middleman.” He sounded reluctant to speak. “I’ve gotten a lot of work because of him.”

  Work hardly explained Kade’s service. “What do you want him to make up his mind about?”

  “Whether he’ll use me again.” He leaned forward, took hold of her wrists, and drew her hands off his cock. “I’m sure he knew I was otherwise occupied.”

  “And if he doesn’t ask for your…your services again?”

  “He will. He’s trying to play hardball, but I hold the bargaining chips.” After glancing down at his engorged organ, he gave her a sidewise glance. “I thought, if she doesn’t stop playing with me, I’m going to come so damn loud I’ll burst Sam’s eardrums.”

  “I didn’t want to stop,” she admitted, “but I thought the call might be important.”

  “It wasn’t.”

  * * * * *

  Kade lay on his back on his bed, his eyes never leaving Maita as she slowly circled him. Following his admission that he could care less about Sam’s offer, she’d asked where his bedroom was. He’d surprised himself by leading the way. Then she’d or
dered him to present himself for servicing, and he’d complied.

  She’d more than taken her own sweet time getting rid of the rest of her clothes and killed even more time reaching inside herself for proof of her sexual excitement. As she made her way around his bed, he wondered if he’d tell her he’d never before brought a woman into this room.

  Brought? No, she’d called the shots tonight, not him.

  Coming smack up against the reality of his solitary bedroom distracted him from what he hoped to hell was about to happen. He’d had access to countless women over the years. It made sense to work them in his specially designed room. As for those he’d chosen to have sex with… Hell, it wasn’t as if this rural part of the country was overrun with single and willing women. Fortunately, the rodeo atmosphere had proven to be more than conducive to one-night stands.

  One-night stands? Not always. Sometimes he spent the entire time he was in a town with the same woman.

  But he’d always kissed her goodbye and driven down the road.

  “This is my way of saying thank you,” Maita said as she crawled onto the bed. She positioned herself near his feet but didn’t touch him.

  “For what? Multiple orgasms?”

  “No.” She placed his feet on her thighs and began massaging his insteps. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told anyone so much about my upbringing. I guess…maybe having you physically and sexually expose me freed me.”

  “I’m glad.” He meant it.

  “Do your other, ah, women unload the way I did?”

  The others weren’t mine. I simply provided a service. “We didn’t do a lot of talking.”

  “Then I’m the only blabbermouth?”

  The mix of pressure and gentle strokes on his feet distracted him from a great deal—or maybe he wasn’t ready to face what she’d brought up. Soon, damn soon, they’d fuck. In the meantime, he’d turn certain parts of his anatomy over to her, not to further sexually stimulate what was ready to rock and roll, but because, because…

  Peace and relaxation seeped out from her fingers, traveled up his legs, heated his pelvis and belly and of course his cock. Sensation radiated out until he felt her touch on the top of his head and tip of his fingers. The greatest heat settled around his heart. His pulse quickened and nothing beyond this room—this woman, mattered.

  Once she’d been a scared and helpless child exploited by a monster. Somehow she’d survived and now faced life with courage and strength. He had no doubt that somewhere deep inside her lived remnants of the girl she’d once been, but he’d seen her reckless courage and gentle, caring nature around horses. The monster who’d exploited her hadn’t destroyed her humanity.

  Her honesty touched him as no woman ever had.

  The moment the thought hit, he forced it away. Without knowing, she helped by shifting her manipulations to his calves. As she kneaded away the knots deposited by a long, physical day, he embraced the calm, warm world she’d created for him. He surrounded himself with it, barely existing.

  She began humming. Because his bedroom windows were open, insect sounds blended with her barely audible notes. His eyes closed. He found himself in a universe of clouds and endless prairie. Out here civilization and responsibility couldn’t reach him. Alone in this place he loved, he simply was.

  Then she spread his legs, climbed into the space she’d created and used her magical fingers to locate and minister to the knots in his thighs. Consciousness returned. Whenever she wanted, she could take hold of his cock and…and what, command him?

  Maybe. She understood him, at least she did his sexual nature. She had the power to turn him into what she wanted him to be, just as he’d manipulated countless women.

  Opening his eyes, he locked his attention on her and told himself that at least she hadn’t found the way to his soul.

  Then she returned his gaze, and he was no longer sure.

  Or if he wanted to keep his own past hidden from her.

  Chapter Nine

  A few moments ago Kade had looked so peaceful Maita had been content to work his leg muscles. When he closed his eyes, she wondered if he might fall asleep, but his penis had served as proof of his conscious state.

  Then he’d looked at her, and she’d returned the connection and known something had shifted in him.

  Instead of asking for an explanation she didn’t believe he’d give her, she forced her questions aside.

  “I’m not a masseuse,” she admitted as she straddled his legs. “I figured you must have been on your feet most of the day and would appreciate a little TLC.”

  “I did. I’ve never had—”

  “You haven’t?” Although it put strain in her back and caused her breasts to sag, she leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his cock. “All right, here’s the plan. At least I think I have this worked out. We could waste time on foreplay, but I’d prefer to get to the main event.” She kissed him again, this time drawing out the contact. He dug his nails into the coverlet. “From the looks of things, you’re ready. So am I.” Feeling no embarrassment, she lubricated her fingers with her juices and deposited it on his shaft. His knuckles turned white.

  “Not yet.” He sounded as if he was strangling. “First, a rubber.”

  “I’m not ovulating.”

  “I never fuck without one.”

  Because you don’t trust the women to tell you the truth? “What if I said I was on the pill? Would it make a difference?”

  “No. They aren’t perfect.” With something between a groan and a curse, he lifted her off him, got to his feet and half stumbled over to a dresser. He pulled out a box of condoms and slipped one in place. Then he returned and positioned himself as he’d been before.

  As he watched unblinking, she settled herself so her vagina was directly over his cock. The moment the organs made feathering contact, she reached down and guided him into her. Much as she wanted to swallow him now, she took him slow, savoring his heated length and breadth.

  His hardness softened her and pulled her thoughts and emotions off everything except the act of fucking. Once she was sure he’d begun the journey to her core, she released him. Head back and hands on her hips, she savored. Her thighs felt hot, her pussy swollen and hungry at the same time.

  “Where…are you?” he asked.

  “Nowhere. Feeling.”

  Gripping her pelvis, he buried himself deeper, fuller. She acknowledged his mastery in such matters. The moment went beyond gratitude for an experienced sex partner and touched on the trust she innately felt—trust that allowed her to lay herself bare to him.

  She’d think about this later. Now—

  Suddenly he pulled her down onto him. Keeping the connection between their sex organs intact, he rolled onto his side. Now she lay beside him, her body cradled in his larger one. Not looking at her, he began pumping. At first his thrusts threatened to knock her back. Then, finding a small measure of logic, she braced herself on her elbow and hip. Bending her knees made it possible for her to ride and rock with him, to prepare herself for each assault. She stared at the blur of his chest, her knees occasionally scraping his thighs.

  They didn’t quite fit—the size difference was too great for a seamless union. But his cock glided over her lips, against her inner walls, repeatedly kissed her clit, and she didn’t care about anything else.

  The room smelled of man and the world beyond the open window. Her flesh caught fire, flames that blended with his, became part of him.

  He increased his pace. His muscles turned to iron, and he evolved into a pulsing machine. Although she grew dizzy from matching him thrust for thrust, she raced up the mountain with him. She felt the first hot explosion of semen fill the condom. Then her cunt muscles spasmed, and she cried out her delight.

  Together! Climaxing as one!

  * * * * *

  When she heard the knock on her door, Maita’s first thought was that Kade had come to see her, but he’d told her he had to go look at a couple of possible saddle broncs and wouldn
’t be back until tomorrow night at the latest. As for whether he’d want to get together when he returned or had other business to tend to—

  Shaking off unwanted images of him plying his trade, she opened the door to find herself face to face with a weeping Ann.

  “Can-can I come in?” Ann managed.

  “Of course. My god, what’s wrong?”

  Ann didn’t say anything until she’d collapsed on the couch that went with the cabin. “Do you have a drink?”

  Maita poured a Coke and whiskey for both of them and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Give,” she ordered after Ann had taken a big swallow. “What the hell’s going on?”

  Ann downed more whiskey. “I need— Will you do a favor for me?”

  “What is it?”

  After yet another swallow, Ann removed her shoes. Then she stood and pulled off her jeans. The black panties came next. “This.” Ann fingered the tiny clit ring. “I need fucking help getting rid of it.”

  “Why don’t you want it?”

  “Because he doesn’t want me!” Ann slumped onto the couch again. She rested her head on the back of the couch and slid forward, exposing her clean-shaven cunt. “I thought…the trip we’ve been on… I thought he wanted us to have a vacation together.” She wiped her nose on her shirttail, prompting Maita to hurry into the bathroom for a box of tissues.

  After loudly blowing her nose, Ann continued. The first night at the luxury hotel in southern California had been everything she could want complete with hours of sex and sex play on a heart-shaped bed with an overhead mirror. “Then the next night he took me to a club.”

  “What kind of club?” Not staring at Ann’s sex was hard.

  “I don’t know what the hell it was called, but I sure as hell know what it exists for—trolling.”

  “A meat market?”