Chapter Nine

She felt his hand wrapped around her arm and gently pulling her over to lay next to him. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the heat from his big body surrounding her.

He braced himself on his elbow, leaned over her, and cupped the back of her head. "Listen carefully, Sweetheart. I don't want anyone but you."

She swallowed and nodded. "Okay."

His eyes darkened. "If you want to wait some more before letting me have you, tell me now."

She raised her hand and cupped his cheek. "I don't want to wait."

A smoldering spark lit his eyes, and a flush of desire darkened his cheeks.

"If you give yourself to me right now, that's it."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

He ran his thumb over her lip. "It means you're mine and only mine."

"So, we would have a relationship?"

"Yes. If that's not what you want, tell me now."

"I do. I'm just worried I won't make you happy."

"Why would you say that, Sweetheart? Everything about you makes me happy and hot."

"I know you're a Dom, right?"

"Yes."

"I've never experienced that type of relationship, so I don't know if I will do something wrong."

"With this type of relationship, you don't have to worry. I'll tell you everything you need to know. We'll get more into the lifestyle, but I don't want to overwhelm you."

She nodded, relieved.

"I want you to think about us going to the club on the highway soon. I want you to be more comfortable with me and trust me enough to take care of you."

"I already trust you. Maybe that's stupid."

"No. You feel the connection between us as much as I do," he said. "And that pleases me very much."

Sara relaxed.

"I have another question," he said. "I know you're over the age of conceiving, correct?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes."

"How do you feel about me not wearing a condom? I haven't been with a woman for a long time and have been checked a few times since."

"I haven't been with anyone since my husband died, and he was the only one I'd ever been with, so I know I'm good."

He waited for her to think about it.

"I think it will be fine. I'd rather feel your skin and not rubber."

"Me, too."

He bent and pressed a kiss to her lips before raising his head. "At any time, if you get scared or feel pain, say yellow , and we'll stop and talk about it."

Sara nodded.

When his head descended this time, it stayed, and every thought in her mind fled, leaving her to concentrate on how he was making her feel.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and she could feel her need rise to a level it had never been before, and that was only because of the kiss. She couldn't imagine what would happen when he actually touched her.

"Let's get your sandals off, Sweetheart."

Before she moved, he had slipped them off. She pressed her legs together to ease the ache.

"Loosen your legs. I don't want you ever to think you can keep me out. By the end of the day, I will own you."

She nodded but wasn't sure why.

Her legs parted and then spread wider when his hand slid up the inside of one. When he cupped her cunt through her shorts, she arched off the blanket and gasped. The intensity of it surprised her.

"Fuck. I can feel your heat through your clothing, Sweetheart. I think you might want me as much as I do you."

"More," she murmured.

He chuckled. "That's not possible. I've never felt this depth of emotion before in my life."

"Me, either."

His fingertips delved into her shorts to rub against her wet opening and hard clit.

"Oh, God."

"Easy."

He bent his head and started kissing her again. She whimpered when he pulled away from her cunt, making him laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll give it a lot of attention. I need to see you naked."

She froze. She hadn't thought of the fact that he'd see her whole body in the bright sunlight, showing every stretch mark and dimple. Her hands grabbed onto the edge of her shirt, which he had about unbuttoned.

"What's the problem, Sweetheart?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to be naked here."

"Why?" he asked gently.

"The light is bright, and you'll see every flaw I have."

He smiled gently. "And I'll love every one of them and hope you'll be able to handle my scars. Ranch life isn't safe, so I've gotten quite a few injuries along the way."

"That's different," she said.

"Not in my book. You better get used to being naked around me because I'll have you like that every chance I can."

"Will you be naked?"

"When we make love or fool around, but otherwise, no, I'll be dressed."

"That's not fair," she complained.

Grant shrugged. "You'll do what your Dom says or else."

She felt a wave of anxiety hit her at his words. "Or else what?"

"You'll get punished, of course."

"What would you do?"

"I'm answering all your questions this time because you're not used to me or the submissive lifestyle. Otherwise, I wouldn't like to be questioned. As far as punishments, I prefer a nice spanking or using the bullet if you're really naughty."

Her brows pinched together. Now, that sounded scary. "What's that?"

"It's a hard plastic egg-shaped apparatus I'll insert into your cunt or ass. I'll keep it there for as long as I want and use the remote to turn on and off the vibrations."

"How is that bad?"

He rolled his eyes. "How about later I give you a taste of it, and you'll see?"

She nodded.

"Now, let go of your shirt," he demanded in a dark, smooth tone.

She released her grip and let him pull her shirt off and toss it to the side. He rolled her to the side and unsnapped her bra. That ended up on the discarded shirt.

"Such pretty breasts," he said. "I'm going to have so much fun with these."

A squeal tore from her throat when his mouth attached itself to her nipple and sucked. The tugging sent a jagged streak of pleasure down her body and ended at her clit that throbbed. He continued with her breast for another few minutes, going back and forth between the two.

She was startled when she felt his fingers unbuttoning her shorts. He paused and didn't say anything when her hands covered his. Sara sighed and put her hands down at her sides.

"Good girl. Keep them there."

He went back to tormenting her. The cool breeze on her cunt lips made her realize he had all her clothing off, so she lay there naked.

He lifted his head and stared down at her.

It felt like the heat was scorching her skin as his gaze slowly slid down her body. One of her hands automatically went to the stretch marks on her lower belly. She didn't mind them because they reminded her of carrying her boys inside of her. But to a man who had never had kids, she assumed he'd think they were ugly.

"Hands down at your side, Little Sub," he growled.

She reluctantly did it and then closed her eyes, unable to see the disgust on his face.

The seconds ticked by, and when she didn't hear or feel anything, she opened them and found him staring at her face with a tender look in his eyes.

"I need you to know that I find everything about you beautiful and sexy." He traced the stretch marks. "All I can think about when I look at them is I wish it had been my child you grew in this tiny body."

She reached out and cupped his cheek. "I wish it, too, but then I wouldn't have my wonderful boys. I know there is a reason, but I doubt we'll ever find out why that wasn't in God's plan for us."

He kissed her palm before laying her hand back down at her side. He gave her a sweet kiss before he moved down, tormenting her and making her cry out.

She lifted her hands when he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

"No. I can't have you touch me right now, Sweetheart. I'm too close to losing it."

Sara exhaled and lay still. It seemed to take forever for him to move between her legs. She was startled to find he had pulled down his pants but left them bunched at his ankles.

"I need to be prepared to dress quickly if someone comes," he told her.

She nodded and set her hands on his shoulder.

"I need you to relax. I'll take this first time slowly, so I don't hurt you."

She lifted her legs and felt the head of his cock start to push into her. The pressure surprised her, and she moved her hips to relieve some of it. It seemed to take forever, and his cock never stopped.

"I know. I'm just about in," he said.

The air whooshed from her lungs as he thrust the last two inches inside of her. She regained her senses, but that didn't last long. As soon as he started thrusting, all thought diminished, and only her senses were still alert. Nothing but foggy mist filled her head as electric shocks spanned her body.

She tried to fight the intensity, but he didn't allow it, so she just gave herself over to him.