A sheepish look crossed his face and she knew he’d used the papers as an excuse to see her. She was absurdly pleased.
“Nah.” He brushed the dust off his hat and put it back on before he headed outside.
She followed.
After she had the manila envelope in her hand, he said, “Don’t be late tonight.
Seventeen penalties is plenty to get me started,” before his rig took off in a cloud of dust.
Chapter Nineteen
AJ arrived at Cord’s house early evening to find a note taped to the door.
Strip. Lock the door. Sit by the fireplace, put on the blindfold and wait. No talking.
Oh man. What did he have in store for her?
She’d anticipated he’d want her naked as soon as possible, so she’d worn a summer sun dress—easy on, easy off, no bra, no panties. After she was naked, she paraded into the living room. The coffee table had been shoved against the far wall, leaving the big area rug empty.
The sitting area directly in front of the fireplace grate was constructed of slabs of slate. Despite the hot day, that dark rock never heated, so she knew it’d be like sitting on a block of ice on her bare ass. Still, she did it and slipped the neckerchief over her eyes.
While AJ waited in absolute silence, she listened to the sounds of the house. The chimes on the porch. The wind rattling the rafters. The whir of the ceiling fan. The hum of the refrigerator. In the distance she heard the horses neighing and the answering low moos of the cattle.
She inhaled slowly and deeply to counteract her racing heart. AJ smelled bacon and laundry soap and Windex and sage. And Cord.
Then she heard his bare feet shuffling across the wood floor. Muffled by the rug.
Closer. Closer. She swallowed hard when the footsteps stopped.
“Your penalties for tonight include no talkin’ unless I say so. Which also means you don’t get to argue with me. So let’s get started right away. Hold out your right hand.”
She did. A drop of something landed on her finger.
“Rub your fingertips together.”
She smeared the slickness, like oil or K-Y around the pad of her thumb and index finger.
“Kick your heels out but make sure you’re still balanced on the hearth. I wanna see your p-ssy.”
A strange feeling unfurled as she did as instructed, even as her cheeks burned: one set with cold, one with heat.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”
Her mouth opened to protest and she remembered the no talking rule.
“You’re learnin’. Move them fingers down to that juicy pink p-ssy.”
AJ tentatively stroked from her * down a few times, worried what would happen if she couldn’t come on his command.
“Just you and me here, baby doll. Don’t be embarrassed. Tease me. Make me wish it was my fingers gettin’ you off. Give me a show that’ll make my dick harder.”
With his encouragement, she lost some of her fear and pushed her middle finger into her p-ssy. She pumped that long digit in and out, getting it good and wet, using the bony section of her thumb to grind into her *. When her finger was slick enough, she slid it up to her * and rubbed. Lord that felt good, even when she did it to herself.
“So sexy. Keep goin’.”
Knowing he watched her was a complete turn on. She rubbed directly on that little nub and thought of Cord stroking his cock at the same time. Not allowing himself to come until she did. AJ bit her lip. So close. She tweaked her nipple hard with her free hand while she rubbed short strokes on her * and that did it. She came with a low moan.
Soon as the orgasm ended, she felt Cord in front of her. He plucked up her right hand to suck the juices from her fingers and her belly swooped.
“Jesus, that was hot as hell, my porn-star rodeo queen.” He helped her to her feet and carefully led her to the rug, urging her to lay on her back. “My turn.” Cold oil dripped between her breasts.
She gasped.
“Been wantin’ to do this since the first time I got my hands on these.” Cord straddled her waist and held the mounds together with his hands as he slid his warm cock in the deep valley of her cleavage. He hissed and began to thrust. “Between how goddamn good this feels and watchin’ you touch yourself, I ain’t gonna last long at all.”
AJ wished she wasn’t blindfolded so she could see his face. Yet she already knew the rhythm of his body. He was frantic, about to blow. When he gave four short thrusts, she felt his balls draw up off her belly.
Cord groaned and squeezed her breasts tightly as liquid warmth seeped out the end of his cock onto her chest.
She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he wasn’t sitting on her ribcage. AJ expelled a quiet sigh.
He used a soft cloth to wipe her down. His rough-skinned hands sweetly caressed her arms and legs. Callused fingertips traced the line of her jaw and throat, then her collarbones.
Just his hands, not his mouth. Why hadn’t he kissed her yet?
“I’m bettin’ that wasn’t your favorite position.”
She shook her head.
“I’ve got a couple of other ideas for tonight. You need to be on the fireplace for the next one.” He helped her up and her butt met cold stone again. “Hang tight.”
And she was tired of not talking. “For what?”
Immediately Cord’s breath burned her ear. “You don’t get to ask questions. And that one just earned you another penalty, baby doll. Stay put and stay quiet.”
As his footsteps faded she debated on taking off the blindfold when a thought occurred to her. Maybe withholding kisses was her penalty. If that was the case, she’d sit here like a lump all night because she absolutely craved the man’s kisses.
Her heart thudded when she heard him return.
“Arrange yourself like you were before.”
AJ put her hands behind her and spread her legs open.
“Good. Stay like that. No touchin’ me unless I say so.”
Cord’s lips brushed hers so softly she whimpered. He teased her for an eternity with his mouth and breath and little bites and flicks of his tongue until she was wet and lightheaded from the sensual onslaught.
“Open your mouth.”
Something long, cold, sweet and decidedly phallic brushed her top and bottom lip and tongue before Cord’s mouth devoured hers in a kiss so hot her body went up in flames.
Which would explain why the Popsicle melted so quickly when he placed it on her nipples.
He swallowed her scream as he circled the icy tip around and around those rigid twin peaks. Then his mouth was licking the sticky sweetness from her left breast as he traced the frozen treat down the center of her body. Past her belly button, down her pubic bone, making a couple of tiny circles over her *—surely he wasn’t planning on—and he pushed the icy pop inside.
“Omigod!”
“That’s another one, AJ.” Cord switched to her right nipple and suckled while twirling the ice pop inside her clenching sex.
Her p-ssy was on fire. It quickly became numb as Cord f*cked her with the Popsicle.
She heard drips—a combination of her flowing juices and the melting ice splatting on the floor beneath her, and she moaned at the eroticism bombarding her from every angle.
Darkness. His warm tongue bathing the very tips of her nipples. The sucking noise of the Popsicle and the sweet orange scent. The hard stone digging into her butt. The ache in her arms from keeping herself upright. The sound of Cord’s broken breaths and the feel of his goatee gliding across her tingling skin.
The Popsicle disappeared and was replaced with Cord’s mouth. His hot tongue burrowed into her cold p-ssy and she screamed.
He slurped and sucked, eating at her with finesse, then gluttony. His mouth covered her mound completely as his teeth and tongue and lips demanded her total surrender.
She gave it.
AJ wailed as the orgasm thundered through her, every pulse point in her body was synchronized to the flicking of his tongue. Before she could catch her breath, Cord lifted her and reversed their positions. He sat on the hearth and stretched her over his lap.
“Now that you’ve been rewarded, you will take your punishment like a good girl.”
Smack smack—he landed a firm blow on each cheek.
She yelped at the sting of pain, which felt unbearably hot against the coldness of her butt cheeks.
“That’s one. Not a sound, AJ. Each sound earns another penalty.”
Whack whack.
“But—”
Two more spanks, harder than the first ones. “That’s another. I ain’t kiddin’. Hold still.”
Whack whack.
AJ bit her lip and braced herself. She hung upside down, naked, across a man’s lap as he peppered her ass with swats. Why wasn’t she humiliated? Why wasn’t she running away?
Because she knew it turned Cord on to epic levels. He was strung tight with exhilaration and heady with sexual power. He never hit her hard enough to hurt, just enough so there was no doubt who was in charge.
God. Was Cord McKay ever in charge.
Whack whack.
At some point around spank nineteen, AJ wasn’t dreading that connection of his big hand to her ass; she anticipated it. She craved it. So much to the point she moaned.
Loudly. Twice.
“That earned you two more, baby doll.”
Whack whack.
“This ass is beautiful, all pink and white.” Whack whack. “Warmed up from bein’ on that cold hearth.”
“Warm. It feels hot and—”
Whack whack whack whack. He hissed, “I can keep goin’ all night. I’m findin’ I like this way more than I ever imagined. Way more.”
Whack whack. His hands smoothed over the heated mounds, down between her legs.
He wormed two fingers inside her p-ssy.
“You’re soppin’ wet. This little spankin’ stopped bein’ a punishment, didn’t it?”
She didn’t answer.
Whack whack. “Answer me.”
“Yes! I thought about talking the whole time just so you’d keep doing it—”