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  He’d think about it later, and he turned around to see Molly standing in the teepee’s entrance. The woman took his breath away. Jon watched as she walked around the room, touching a kneeling bench before stopping before the frame.

  “With this one you’d lie down inside the wood frame with your hands and feet secured. From there, I’d run a feather across your body or drip wax on a nipple. What was that?” He asked the question when she’d muttered something.

  Leaning down, he asked again what she was saying and realized she quietly groaned “Please” over and over again. Looking at her breasts, he noticed they were pebble hard and knew she was excited, not afraid. Good, the lead up to playing was looking good. He might as well get started in earnest. Delaying the bulk of their scene would heighten her excitement, but she didn’t need to tip over to the fearful side.

  “We’ll do that another time. Tonight, I’m going to secure your hands,” he told her as he opened a drawer. Pulling out a couple of long leather straps, he showed them to her and finished what he was saying. “I’ll use these to secure your hands above your head using those hooks.” He pointed to the thick center pole with two metal hooks about halfway up.

  She said nothing as she watched him tie a loop in the middle of each strap and place it over the hook. Under her focused attention, he tugged hard on each strip of leather to show her they’d not let her go.

  There were no words for what he was feeling at the moment. As patiently as he could, he waited for her to accept him and his kink. Jon didn’t know he’d been holding his breath until she stepped up to him. Kissing her hard on the lips, he made fast work of wrapping the straps around each arm. With her back to the pole, her arms were pulled above her head securely, but she could unwind them whenever she wanted.

  “Feel all right?” Looking intently at her hands, he waited for her to show they could move. He hadn’t pulled anything tightly, but he wanted to make sure.

  “Fine, I’m excited and curious about what’s going to happen next.” She tried to smile, but it faltered and instead her breathing sped up. He could tell because there was no looking away from her chest with the bright red painted nipples. They were where he planned to play tonight. Nothing too scary for her, only pleasure was the desired outcome.

  “I have something to tease your nipples and stretch them out, pull them way out for me to enjoy, and you do come. You ready to get kinky, flower?”

  “Oh, yes,” she murmured while squeezing her legs close together. Next time he’d need to secure her feet with a spreader bar, but he had to remember to go slow. There was no way he wanted to scare her into running.

  Taking a minute, he went back to the chest and removed the items he needed. Setting them on a table, he carried it back with him, making sure she couldn’t see what was there. The nipple twisters weren’t the most beautiful toys, but they certainly looked better than the other options and they worked.

  Coming around in front of her, he stood close enough that his hard-on poked her belly. Jon used his thumb to softly rub her plump bottom lip as he looked for passion to light her eyes. There was some, but he wanted to see fire. Dipping his finger between her parted lips, he licked his lips as she sucked him as if it were his cock.

  There was a vein of naughty need pumping through his woman. He would never get enough of seeing it float to the surface.

  “Soon I’ll fuck you, but first…” he told her as his other hand slipped down to tease an already excited nipple. They were constantly hard and pointing, but he wanted them bigger and ready for attention. “I’m going to indulge my need for your delightful nipples.”

  The few words were the only warning he offered before moving his mouth to surround the tip his finger didn’t work over. With his teeth, tongue, and mouth, he worked the tender nipples until they stood out. Surrounding one with his mouth, he sucked hard, as if he could take the areole and all to the back of his throat.

  Humming with delight, he pressed the nipple to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Gentle seduction, softness mixed with dirty passion, wasn’t how he normally possessed a woman, but this one was different.

  Swapping to the other nipple, his finger pinched and pulled the one his mouth had played with seconds before. While he enjoyed himself, Jon thought about how the next step she would find pleasure in as well.

  Biting and tugging one tight tip, he reached around the pole to the table top and got some lubricant. Squeezing a dollop onto his finger, he spread it over her nipple and a little beyond. After he covered the other one with the lube, he dipped a finger down between her legs.

  Gasping, Molly’s eyes opened and looked right at him. It was the first time they’d connected since he’d secured her arms to the pole, and this time he found the fire he’d been hoping to see. He dipped his digit into her pussy and left it buried while cupping her mound.

  “Spread your legs for me, lover. Let me watch your need for me grow.” There was no delaying or questioning, simply a small nod and her legs shifted apart. They weren’t as wide as he would’ve liked, but it was definitely enough for the moment.

  Jon stepped close to her, reached around her, and picked up one of the acrylic tubes with a sealed plastic screw. Lifting the device, he put the opening over her areole and started to twist the screw. He waited for her eyes to register what he was doing, and only then did he explain what was going to happen next.

  “I’m going to place these over your nipples and use the screws to take away air, pulling the tips out even further and holding them there. I believe you’ll enjoy having your nipples being pulled and held captive in a vacuum sealed environment. It’s all right to come.” Lightly he laughed while remembering her earlier challenge. “You have many more waiting for a release. I’d never think of denying you an orgasm.”

  Molly gasped at the first full twisting motion he made. At the second turn her eyelids fluttered before they drooped a bit. With the fifth full rotation she was breathing deeply and by the ninth she was coming. He put his finger inside her heat and was thrilled to be a part of her release. To feel it while not completely lost to the eroticism of the moment gave him a chance to take in other bits.

  He found how her mouth opened to a delicate o shape—intoxicating. Maybe next time he’d have her on her knees and sucking his cock while he helped plump her nipples. The other thing he noticed was how her eyes had remained opened, although they were only slits. Maybe she didn’t want to lose their connection, no matter how briefly.

  While he hadn’t planned it, seeing how she reacted had him pulling his finger from her pussy. After sucking it clean, he kissed her and went to work putting the second tub on and twisting it nine full times. He wanted her nipples to be even and it meant ensuring he turned the device the same amount.

  Taking in the beauty of her chest and looking through the clear tubes at her flesh being pulled, he grinned big.

  “Your nipples are stretched and look sensitive,” he told her with a big dose of joy. Seeing them turned him into the kid in a candy shop. He was surrounded by nothing except goodies and treats.

  Quickly he decided he wanted more and stepped back to the storage chest. After a few seconds, he found what he wanted—a similar tube to those on her nipples, but thinner.

  Carrying it back to where she fought to catch a steady breath, he kneeled down and licked her somewhat erect nub. Using his fingers, he fully uncovered the bundle and sucked even harder. He batted at her clit with his tongue, tugged on it with his teeth, then picked up the tube twister. Placing it over the excited flesh, he made a few rotations and watched as her nub was pulled in by the suction effect.

  Her groan was delightful to hear and, once he took his hand away from holding her opened, he dipped two fingers inside her pussy. Molly was quivering and dripping, but he wanted to see firsthand what happened when he twisted the screw. He twisted the top on the clit tube a few more times and she broke apart.

  The orgasms she was experiencing weren’t like the monumental one s
he’d had while they’d made love in his bed. These were beautiful bursts of erotic energy.

  With one and a half more twists, putting her closer to the edge again, Jon stood up and turned each plastic screw, pulling her nipples further into the tubes. With five rotations, he looked at her closely and told her what he believed was happening to her.

  “You’re close to breaking again, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she moaned but kept her eyes, small slits as they were, on him.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “No, not yet. I like it here, hanging by a thread and surrounded by erotic naughtiness,” Molly whispered with the aura of pleasure surrounding every word. To reward her honesty, he reached down and gave the tube on her clit a couple more twists. Her entire body quivered with need and he got off on every shake. The need to take his own calming breath had him pulling back and going to the table behind her.

  Tugging on his rock hard cock, he squeezed it and mentally talked himself down from coming. Usually he would last much longer before the need to come overtook him, but she was unlike any woman he’d been with before. She took him to new places, radiating with desire, and he never wanted to leave.

  It took a few minutes to calm down and think of where he wanted to go next with their passion. With a plan in mind, he exhaled and came back around.

  “Ready?” he asked and already knew her answer.

  “For anything you give me,” she told him with a small smile.

  With a nod, he kneeled in front of her and rolled the thick rubber ring off the tube end until it firmly surrounded her clit.

  Releasing her bundle from the tube, he leaned back and enjoyed the sight. Turned on by the bundle standing strong like a tiny erect cock with a ring, he ran his thumb over the protrusion. Her sharp, inhaled gasp had him looking up at her face and he found her staring down at him.

  Leaning over, he sucked her clit into his mouth and closed his teeth over it. Tugging gently, her hips bumped against his face. Figuring she was close to breaking, he stood up.

  “Almost there, flower. Soon we’ll fuck, but first…” he stopped talking as he gave a few more twists to the tubes covering her nipples until she stared at him with widened eyes and mouth. “I won’t deny your need to come, but if you hang on I promise you’ll be rewarded with a glorious climax.”

  It was a big promise, but she was responsive and her body and mind were almost there. Jon had a strong feeling she was going to explode if she waited until he came inside her pussy.

  With her nod, he carefully released the screws and removed the tubes from her breasts.

  “Beautiful! Your nipples are stunning, Molly. Simply stunning,” he told her as his fingers twirled the erect tips. They were big to start with, but the vacuuming made the fleshy points puff up and stand out more than half an inch.

  Her groan brought his head up and he saw need mark her face.

  “Please, please fuck me, Jon. I need you and your large prick inside me. Thrusting. Thrusting hard, hard and fast until I come. Please, stud. Please make me scream.” She talked as fast as she could while panting.

  “Stud?” A nickname he hadn’t expected, but if she saw him as a stud, fine. He’d play one and pleasure her again and again.

  “Yes, yes, stud. You’re a magnificent stud here to help me come.”

  “With pleasure,” he told her and reached for the condom he’d put on the table. Standing back, he rolled on the rubber while looking at every inch of her body. “Can you see your nipples and how far they stand out? It is a sexy look on you. Maybe next time you can go without a bra we’ll plump them up, leaving them to push against whatever top you’re wearing. It’s a look I’d like to see on you.”

  “Oh, man, take me, Jon. Please! I need to come badly,” she confessed. “I’m begging you.”

  “Shhh,” he tried to calm her down and he moved until he was flush against her body. “I’ve got you, flower.”

  Slowly, and with as much care as he could muster, he placed a bit of his cock inside her entrance. Bending a little, he put his hands under her knees and lifted her until they could wrap around his waist. Not wishing to hurt her, he wanted to control the depths his rod went.

  Molly muttered again and tried to go faster, but he wanted to savor the moment. She was slick with perspiration, hot to the touch, and yet he knew she wasn’t sick. No, his woman was full of passion and need, and he was the one to release her pleasure.

  “Here we go,” he told her as he slowly fed his cock inside her pussy. Earlier had been a bit rough for her; his rod was wide although average in length. Jon would do nothing to cause her pain.

  He watched her face for any signs of discomfort. Nothing happened and he carried on with what he was doing. Once he was buried, he pulled out about halfway and pushed his cock back in until his balls rested against her ass.

  “You all right?”

  “Please,” she whispered and tried to bump her hips against his, but couldn’t move.

  He assumed she was okay and pulled out before pushing his hard-on back into her wet heat. Jon tried to stay focused on moving smoothly in and out of her pussy, but struggled. He wanted to go wild and fuck her at will, but was cognizant of her body not being familiar with anything invading her sweet pussy.

  He had the best of intentions, but they soon fluttered to the wind when he bent over to suck a nipple into his mouth. She screamed, crying yes over and over again, and he plunged hard. Molly cried out again and started to come while he pushed into her pulsating channel and tried to pull back out.

  “Stud,” she called and, with her eyes on his, stopped fighting his possession. To him, it was a beautiful moment and he never wanted it to end, but it had to. Without any warning, her sweet cunt squeezed his rod one too many times and his seed burst out.

  Eventually he was able to rest his forehead against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist. While he tried to catch his breath, he enjoyed the pulsing beat his cock gave to each pounding beat her pussy offered. They were meant to be together and their bodies were ensuring he knew this to be true.

  “Will you stay with me?” he asked while holding her body pressed to the pole.

  “Yes, always,” she told him and sighed.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I want to hold you close, but I like being held secure for your pleasure.”

  “I’ll tie you up whenever you want,” he said and pulled back to release her arms. They’d been above her head long enough and he didn’t want her to ever feel pain.

  “Promise?” Her arms dropped around his neck and joined her legs, which continued to hold him at the waist.

  “Promise,” Jon told her and held her close. They were going to have a great future together. He simply knew it, then she surprised him by locking them together with the strongest words he’d ever heard.

  “I love you, Jon. With my heart, mind, and body, I love you.”

  “And I love you, Molly. Those have been my feelings since you appeared and struck me silent.”

  “Well, you’re talking now and I like what you’re saying.”

  “Then I’ll keep telling you how much I love you,” he told her and followed it with a kiss. They were going to make quite a couple, kinky and all. “I need to have a brand made for you.”

  “A what? A brand? Okay, I love you, but after the tattoo mistake, there is no way I’m getting a brand. Besides, it sounds almost barbaric.” She pressed her chest against him and swayed back and forth, causing her nipples to brush against him.

  “Not the type of brand I’m talking about and it won’t be a mistake, you’ll see.” Jon soothed her nerves and considered what he wanted on the brand. He didn’t own a ranch, but she was his woman and he wanted to claim her to seal their connection. He’d call Court tomorrow and get the name of the guy they’d used for Sunny’s brand.

  He couldn’t wait to put it in her and see her wearing it. Thinking about watching her roll it in her hand, his cock started to grow hard.
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  “Again?” Molly giggled when she noticed his rod stretching out.

  “We can wait,” he offered, but yes, he wanted her again and would continue to want to bury himself in her body.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered and he laughed.

  “We’re a good match.”

  “Yes we are, now take me, stud. Play with my nipples and fuck me hard,” she told him as she used her hands to hold her breasts out for him.

  Licking the large tips, he praised whoever he needed to thank for bringing her into his life.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Molly woke slowly as her body screamed—unique aches and pains made themselves known. Rolling over to her side, she groaned as the covers touched her raw nipples. She smiled and replayed her time spent with Jon. The man was a delightful lover who left her feeling cherished and satisfied.

  She was very satisfied, although she wouldn’t say no to another round if he offered. That was a given.

  Rolling onto her stomach, she held back the moan and instead embraced feeling his mark on her. She was sure he’d enjoyed playing with her breasts, because he couldn’t leave them alone. Good, because she’d been thrilled having them at the center of his attention.

  Opening her eyes, she started to take in his bedroom in daylight but was caught by the view. There were trees highlighted by a bright blue sky. What she was looking was probably beautiful, only her attention focused on the top of the teepee. The crisp, white point with pieces of wood poking out was all she could see and she wanted more of what happened in there.

  Memories of their night beneath the white canvas pulsed through her as if she were in the midst of the passion all over again. Her pussy picked up pace as her nipples tightened. Remembering how he’d used a device to make them both stick out even further than they ever had been before, and another on her clit, left her panting. She needed his fingers to touch her, stroking the excited flesh to stronger points. The idea of his mouth covering a nipple and suckling, teasing it with his tongue or gnawing with his teeth had her groaning with need.