Chapter 10

Tess

I’m usually the one applying the handcuffs, but right now, the reasons why I like control at play time have flown completely out of my mind. The moment Parker tasted me, nothing else mattered. Now he’s on top of me, his dick hovering above me while his fingers work inside me.

Those fingers are talented. Somehow, he’s able to stroke and pump, getting deep into me while still circling my clit in the most perfect way. His mouth is on my nipple, sucking in rhythm with the stroking, flicking his tongue across the hard nib at the end. There are so many moving parts here, and he’s good at all of them.

I want him inside me. I want to feel him fill me up and drill into me until I can’t move anymore. I can see that he’s hard. I want to take him in my hands and guide him into me, but I’m still cuffed to the bed. I strain against them, hearing the connecting chain rattle on the bed railing. My back arches, and I feel the tightening in my core, ready to release another orgasm.

My mouth opens in a moan. I’m panting and struggling to move closer to his fingers, for a deeper connection. He’s pumping into me again now. I ride his hand while I come, and when I’m finished, he keeps stroking my pussy slowly, bringing his mouth to mine and covering the next moan. I can still taste myself on his tongue.

“I’m ready, Parker,” I say between kisses. “Please, I want you.”

His smile can be felt against my lips, and he reaches over to grab the handcuff keys from the bedside table. As soon as my hands are free, they’re on him. They take hold in his hair, then move down to his back, urging him to be closer to me. With one hand, I reach over to the bedside table again and get the little box I keep there.

I open the box and bring it between Parker and me. He sees the contents and grins. It’s where I keep a selection of condoms. I don’t even notice that he’s selected one when he puts it down and teases the tip of his dick at my wet opening. I nod at him, and he slides inside.

The feeling of fullness I imagined when I had him in my mouth is even better than I thought it would be. He’s slow at first, pulling himself almost all the way out and then driving back in with every thrust. I can feel his balls hitting me each time. He kisses me and then pauses.

“Turn over.” He smiles.

I do as he asks, bracing myself for him to continue. On his next thrust, he fills me completely. He thrusts again, picking up the pace from before. I put a hand up on the wall when he gets faster. My breathing gets harder again. He’s going faster and I’m honestly not sure how he can move like this without his breathing getting hard too.

When he comes, he pushes into me, as his hard cock pulses against my channel walls. I come with him, making me cry out while it happens. He strokes into me slowly a few more times instead of ending it abruptly. With a slow movement backwards, he pulls out completely, and I feel a sense of sadness that he’s not inside me anymore.

We both adjust ourselves and lay down on the bed. I don’t know what to say after this. For fuck’s sake this was our first date. He just started talking to me about his family and ranching, and he was so passionate. I felt closer to him in that single conversation at the dinner table than I’ve ever felt.

So, when he kissed me on the front porch, it was like it all came forward. I wanted him then and there. I’m not someone who shies away from taking what I want. I didn’t think that would be any kind of big deal with him. Now I’m having some doubts. Sex like this on the first date? It’s a lot.

“Where’s your bathroom?” I’m pulled out of my sudden anxiety by his question.

“Right outside the door and across the hall.” I point to the sliver of light at the door.

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. I can hear the water running and wonder if I should go in there after him. I find I don’t want to move at all. My legs feel like jelly and my whole body is relaxed, save for the bit of chafing at my wrists. Parker comes back and makes sure to close the door until only that sliver of light remains again. He returns to bed, laying next to me.

“Well, this has been one hell of a first date.” He leans over and nuzzles into my neck.

I turn to face him. “It’s not over yet.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t.”

“Have you ever had a first date like this before?”

“Never,” I smile at him.

“Really?”

“What? You think just because I have a box of condoms by the bed that I go around having sex on the first date all the time? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“I didn’t mean to imply…” he trails off.

“I didn’t think you were, it’s fine.”

He drapes an arm over me, and I snuggle in close to him. My bed hadn’t been made before but now it’s far more disheveled. I pull the blanket up to cover both of us, sleep starting to weigh on me, making it feel heavier than it really is on my skin.

We’re both still naked and I didn’t expect a sleepover, but I’m not mad about it at all. I’ve taught people about BDSM in the past. I’ve enjoyed watching them discover their passions. But this is different. Parker didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He let me lead him with the blindfold, and then he took the lead seamlessly.

Maybe I’ll wake him up in a couple hours and we can keep going. I already miss feeling him moving inside me, his tongue on my nipple, his fingers on my clit. All of it. I want more, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. But for now, I can’t keep sleep from overtaking me.

I hope I don’t end up snoring in his arms. I hope he doesn’t care that I didn’t brush my teeth. I hope we intertwine in our sleep and wake up tangled together and ready to go all over again. I nuzzle his chest and kiss him there.

“I just want this to be real, Parker. Please let it be real,” I confess.

“Pixie, this is more real than anything I’ve known.”

And I’m out after that.

When I wake up, he’s not there. I feel a piece of paper where his body had been before I fell asleep. The bed feels cold, and I’m disappointed that I’m not going to get morning sex either. I reach for the paper and snuggle into the pillow that still smells like him. He left me a note.

Tess,

I had a wonderful time at dinner with you. What happened after can only be described as phenomenal. However, I’m still a ranch hand and I still have to be up right after dawn to do chores and deal with a full day of work. I didn’t want to leave this morning. You looked so beautiful and peaceful asleep in your bed there.

I’m not sure when we can have dinner again since our work schedules will tend to collide, but I was hoping you’d come see me at the ranch for lunch today before your shift. I’d love to see you then, even if it’s only for a short while.

Your favorite cowboy,

Rowdy

God, this man. His sign off makes me laugh out loud. I didn’t once think of that nickname the whole time we were together last night. Although, he definitely lived up to it. I look at my phone and see it’s already 10:30am. I send him a text to let him know I saw his note.

Me: Love the note. Nice touch. I’ll see you around 12:30 at the ranch?

Parker: Wouldn’t miss it for anything.

I lay my phone down and stretch, realizing I’m still naked and in desperate need of a shower. I guess it’s time to do life now.