Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

Brant thrust inside her, placing his hands on either side of her waist as he maneuvered her body one way and then another. “That’s it, sub. Ride me. Flex that pussy for me. Pulse against me, baby.”

Princess tried to follow his instructions, watching his handsome face for signs, hoping to read his expressions, gauge his lust, and figure out what made him happy, what brought him pleasure.

She reached behind her back and stroked his balls as she fucked him, using her fingertips to trace the swell of his sac. He cried out as she enhanced his pleasure. There was no question about it, Brant found satisfaction in her body.

His lips encircled one of her nipples and he sucked the hard point between his teeth, flicking her nipple with a reverent tongue, one committed to bringing her pleasure, true joy. “Let me come, Sir,” she whispered, realizing her words would sound out like a Dom’s favorite song.

“Not yet,” he said, doting more and more attention on her breasts, licking his way from one nipple to the next.

“Yes, Sir, please. I need to come!” she cried out, that new wave of hot and saucy pleasure moving closer, coming forward. And she refused to lose it! Her hands flattened against his chest and she used his body for leverage, riding him, enjoying everything about him as they fucked.

“No,” he growled, flipping over and tucking her body under his. “Not until I give you permission!”

His cock thrummed inside her walls and he pounded inside her, fucking her wild, riding her like she had eagerly rode him. He looped his arm under her leg and held her to him, screwing himself inside her as he pushed the weight of his cock higher inside her channel.

“That’s it, baby. Work that pretty little pussy for me,” he said, slowing down his gait and staring at their connection like it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. “Fuck yeah, Princess. Work it, honey. Ah yes, darlin’, that’s good and tight. You know what a man likes.”

Princess was so hot and wet. Brant stroked her in a way she’d never forget, thrusting inside her with painstakingly slow motions. He hit the right spot over and over again until she was cursing under her breath. He would take her right to that point, get her right there, and then leave her destroyed, unattended, and devastated.

“Let me come, Sir.” She groveled, tightening her legs around his back.

“Not…yet!” he exclaimed, shoving her arms above her head.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Damn it to hell! Now!” Her body closed around his shaft and a wave of pleasure washed over her. Shit! This was better than anything she’d realized in the past. The initial resistance brought more and more pleasure as she rode out the first orgasm only to find the second one right there awaiting her.

Brant bit his bottom lip and fucked her, forcing her legs apart as he impaled her. “Right there. Fuck! Yeah. Don’t move. Hold still.” He ground his body against hers, spreading her pussy lips as he screwed her. His mouth was moist as he watched his cock enter and retreat. “Oh yeah, Princess. Ah God, you feel so tight, so fucking good.”

Princess closed her eyes. She listened to the rhythmic slapping of their bodies. Brant was right. This was good, too good.

This was fucking perfect.

* * * *

When the sun came up, its rays beamed across their bed. Brant groaned, rolled over and stuffed his hand under the pillow. He felt the cold metal

clasp of the neckband he’d intended on placing around Princess’s neck the night before.

The evening had been so full of lust-filled loving. Brant had fallen asleep before he had the chance to ask Princess if she’d do him the honor of wearing the collar.

He looked down on Princess and wondered what kind of dreams she’d enjoyed after what they’d shared, after the night they’d experienced together. She slept with a smile tilting her lips, looking like a completely sated lover, a woman hopelessly ready to fulfill her obligation as a committed partner, a sub ready to please her Dom.

Brant took a deep breath. Quietly, he aroused himself, working his cock in and out of his palm. He slid a rubber over his shaft and bathed his dick in lube, anxious to awaken his lover with the sweetest of surprises.

Retrieving the collar, Brant unhooked the catch. He straddled Princess’s middle, placed the collar in his left hand and knelt over her, kissing her lips until Princess awoke, framed his face, and kissed him back.

“Hmm,” Princess moaned. “Good morning to you, too.”

“I have a little something for you.”

“You do?” she asked, drawing her knees forward and spreading her legs with understanding.

“Yes,” Brant replied, lifting his head off the pillow and working the leather collar around her neck.

Brant straddled her chest. “I want you to wear this. Do you think you can do that for me?” he asked, hooking the collar and assuming she wouldn’t tell him no.

Princess grinned. “If you didn’t already have that condom on, I’d show you how happy you’ve made me.”

Brant growled. “Show me, anyway.”