Ride The Mustang (SEALs Going Hot) Read online

  Okay, so he wasn’t there to see. But restraining herself this way only ramped up her excitement. She was more than ready for him.

  Placing the satchel on the floor next to her, he stood and looked at her for a long moment. “Clothes off,” he ordered. “And don’t rush.”

  She watched his eyes devour her as she removed her clothing piece by piece, her lips curved in a teasing smile. When she stood before him completely naked, his muscles bunched and tightened as he made a supreme effort to control himself. She thrilled to realize she could actually force a crack in that rigid barrier, the knowledge empowering her.

  “Did you enjoy our last time together?” he asked. “Did it excite you?”

  “Oh, yes.” You have no idea how much.

  “Good.”

  Her gaze followed his hands as he pulled items from the satchel. First, he placed a long length of blue rope on the bed. This was followed by something with a narrow braided handle and several short strips of leather dangling from it. Handcuffs lined with soft-looking pink fleece. And a thin strip of polished wood.

  With his eyes focused on her, he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the little chair not far from the bed. Shoes came next. No socks. Then the slacks, leaving him in boxer briefs that outlined every inch of his bulging cock and his balls.

  Sweet heaven!

  As wet as she was before, now liquid seeped out to slick the inside of her thighs. The room was rich with the scent of her musk. Fletch’s nostrils flared and a hungry smile curved his lips.

  “Oh, yeah. Maybe excite isn’t a strong enough word.” He lifted the long cord from the bed. “Silk. Nice and soft like your scarves, so it doesn’t bruise the skin. And long enough for me to do anything I want with it. Move two steps closer.”

  She took two steps forward. “I, um, was reading my books again.”

  “Oh?” He looped the rope around her waist. “Is that why you’re so fucking wet tonight?”

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Maybe.”

  His laugh was a raw sound. “Didn’t those books teach you the proper answers for your Dom?”

  She knew she was yanking his chain, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. “Perhaps I should read them again.”

  “And perhaps I should discipline you so you’ll remember next time.”

  Next time? Did that mean—

  “Pay attention,” he warned, “or your punishment might be even worse.”

  “Yes.” She peeked up at him through her lashes. “Sir.”

  He reached behind her and swatted her ass. “I see you really need to learn discipline. Now stand still.”

  She could keep her mouth shut, but she seemed to have no control over her accelerating heartrate as he wound the soft cord around her in an intricate pattern. Knots were centered over her navel and her clit and against the delicate ring of her anus as he continued to pull the fabric tighter. Then around her breasts, tightening so they lifted the mounds like an underwire bra.

  When he left a length still unused, she wanted to ask him why but decided it would be wiser for her to wait. And she didn’t have long to wait. Silently, he drew her hands behind her. Something clasped around her wrists and, from the feel, she knew it was the fleece-lined handcuffs. The lock clicking into place sounded abnormally loud in the room.

  Helpless!

  The word bounced around in her brain. But rather than frightening her, it only sent a stronger jolt of lust through her. And she wondered why that didn’t frighten her.

  Mustang picked up the rope again. When he tugged on the cuffs, she knew he was looping the rope over the lock and pulling it downward.

  “Time to kneel,” he told her.

  She did so awkwardly, out of balance without the use of her hands. But she somehow managed it without toppling over.

  “Good girl,” he praised.

  In the next moment, he wound the rest of the rope around each ankle. A slight yank as he tied the final knot, then he was standing in front of her, the fly of his boxers right at her eye level. She couldn’t stop from licking her lips.

  Mustang laughed. “I’m glad you’re hungry for it, because you’re going to get it all.”

  Stripping off his boxers, he dropped them on the rest of his clothes, then turned to face her again, standing barely the thickness of a paper away. Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked it slowly.

  “For three nights, I’ve been dreaming about your mouth on me again,” he told her. “Those sweet lips and that hot tongue. Now, I want it again.”

  “But—” She frowned and yanked on her handcuffs, signaling him she couldn’t reach out for him.

  “Ah, but that’s half the pleasure. Open up, April.”

  She opened her mouth wide, and Mustang slid the wide thickness of his shaft across her lower lip and onto her tongue. She hummed with satisfaction, her tongue sliding back and forth against the soft skin covering hard steel. When she brought her teeth down lightly, he groaned and thrust his hips at her.

  “Yeah. Good. That’s good. Do it. Just like the other night.”

  Of course, tonight she didn’t have the use of her hands, but as she worked her mouth up and down on him and teased him with her tongue she realized this was even more erotic. As she found her equilibrium, she was able to set up a steady rhythm, broken only when she drew her head back so her lips surrounded the head. She dipped her tongue into the slit, then swirled it around the head before taking all of him into her mouth again.

  This might have been one of the most sensual things she had ever done. With every movement of her body, the knots rubbed teasingly on her sensitive places. She found that by inching her hips back and forth, she could rub her body parts against the braided silk. She was sure the strand of the rope passing over her cunt was dripping wet by now.

  At some point, he scraped his fingers through her hair, gripping her head and moving it this way and that to adjust the angle. His cock swelled even more, if that was possible, filling her mouth to the point of nearly choking her.

  “Breath through your nose, April.” His voice was ragged. “Slow deep breaths.”

  He tilted her head back so the tip of his dick slid down the back of her throat. She swallowed convulsively, inhaled through her nostrils, and repressed the gag reflex. Then her entire head seemed to relax into the movement again. In and out, his heavy shaft rode on her slick tongue, and her lips closed around him.

  She lost track of time, focused only on the pleasure she gave Mustang and the stimulation of the Shibari design. When his grip on her head tightened and his fingers dug into her scalp, she knew he was close.

  “Now,” he shouted and immediately spurted into her mouth. Hot semen hit her tongue and throat, and she swallowed as quickly as she could.

  When the last bit of cum had drained from him and his cock relaxed on her tongue, he wrapped his fingers around the base and slowly withdrew from her mouth. Smoothing her hair, he bent forward and laced a light kiss on her lips. “You’re very good at that.”

  “Thank you.” Her lips were sore, but she managed a smile for him.

  Lifting her carefully, he placed her on the bed on her stomach, still completely bound in the elaborate design, and placed pillows beneath her head.

  “I need a little time to recover,” he told her. “You did a good job on me.”

  She waited to see what would come next. Would he spank her again? The residual sting and the memory had kept her aroused for two days afterwards. She didn’t have long to find out.

  He caressed her ass with his warm palm. “When you sat down after the other night, did you think of me?”

  “Yes.” She nodded then smiled. “Every minute.”

  “Good. No blindfold tonight. Not yet, anyway.” He pinched each cheek, and she jerked a little bit. “You turn such a beautiful shade of red. I can’t wait to see it again.” He brought the flat of his hand down on each globe with a sharp thwack!

  “Oh!” The word popped from her mouth bef
ore she realized it, but then she wiggled her bottom.

  “Did you like that, little subbie?” Another caress.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I did.” And she wasn’t telling a lie.

  “Tanning your ass will be enough to get me hard again, you know. And tonight, I have something to add. But first that spanking that you seem so anxious for. Ten. Remember to count.”

  Mustang wrapped his fingers around the chain between the handcuffs and applied his other palm of the cheek. These slaps were harder than she remembered. Her breath came in short puffs, and she found it more difficult to count. Concentration was harder, because every time she moved, the knots of silken rope pressed against erotic areas of her body. The one against her anus sent particular jolts of heat through her.

  “Ow,” she cried more than once. “Oh! Ow!”

  But every time she stopped counting, he pinched each cheek to remind her to keep going. The tweak raised the intensity of the pain as well as her need for something to fill her cunt. Anything. She almost didn’t care. And every time her body jerked, the knots did their work, stimulating her even more. At last, he applied ten to each buttock. By the time he finished, she was a writhing, squirming mass and so turned on she was ready to beg for his cock.

  Mustang eased his fingers through the hot crevice, pressing lightly on the twist of rope lodged there.

  “Rest a moment,” he told her, caressing her cheek with his fingers. “I have something special to add tonight, and I want to make sure you fully appreciate it.”

  She wet her lips. “Could—could I ask you a question?”

  His fingers stilled on her face. “Depends on what it is.”

  “Are the other…women you…enjoy this with experienced? Or are they new like me?”

  He was silent for so long she wasn’t sure he was going to answer. “I choose my partners carefully,” he said at last. “Even those outside the private club where I play know the score.”

  “So, if I had never pushed you, we’d never have done this?”

  Again he hesitated. Then he placed a kiss on one cheek of her ass. “But we’re doing it now. That’s what counts.”

  And that, apparently was the only answer she was going to get. The one she’d have to be satisfied with. Anyway, at the moment, every pheromone in her body was so ramped up she was done with conversation.

  “I think it’s time now for the blindfold.”

  “I didn’t get one—”

  “Brought my own tonight.” He held it in front of her so she could see it before placing the soft fabric over her eyes and knotting it at the back of her head. Then he trailed his fingers along her arm and down to her breasts where he tweaked a nipple. “In this bedroom, you are mine to do with as I wish. You know that, right?”

  She just nodded.

  “So. Something new to try.”

  In a moment, strips of some soft material dragged back and forth over her buttocks. She guessed it was the toy he’d placed on the bed with the braided handle.

  “Not a real flogger,” he told her. His tone was conversational, but his voice was roughened with barely contained lust. “But enough to see how you like it. Deep breath in and out.”

  She adjusted her body as best she could, drew in air, and let it out slowly. As she breathed out the little flogger bit into her bottom. Ravenous need shot through her like an electrical surge. Mustang’s fingers probed her pussy, checking her wetness.

  “A delicious liquid. Too bad you can’t see me taste it.” He dragged the leather thongs across her stinging skin again. “Your ass is so beautiful this color. Does it tingle?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, barely getting the word out.

  “Good. We’ll make it burn even more.” His mouth was next to her ear, his breath tickling her. “Does it make you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yessss.” God, yes!

  “Then this will make you crave it even more.”

  The short flogger fell in even strokes, one globe, then the other. With each blow, the temperature of her skin rose and the heat radiated to her inner thighs and pussy. She squeezed her legs together, but with the ropes and knots, all it did was stimulate her more. By the time he finished, she was biting the pillow, her cheeks were stained with tears, and her nose was running.

  Something soft touched her face, and she realized Mustang was cleaning her very gently. She wanted to thank him, but she had no breath left. When she heard the crinkle of foil that signaled the unwrapping of the condom, she almost cried again, this time with relief.

  The bed dipped as he climbed on behind her, his hands holding her hips firmly.

  “Remember,” he warned. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”

  At this point, she didn’t know how she’d hold on, especially once he filled her with one powerful thrust. She bit into the pillow again and let her mind drift away on an electric cloud of pleasure. Just like the other night, in this place she could go on and on, riding the hot point of desire. He rode her hard, like the wild horse he was named for, bucking and plunging, driving into her over and over and over.

  Her body ached and burned, her pussy demanded release, and the blindfold was soaked with new tears.

  “Now,” he ordered as he had the other night. “Come with me now.”

  With a sigh of relief, she gave herself over to an orgasm so intense she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. Every muscle in her body clenched, her heart raced, her entire body shuddered, and Mustang emptied himself again and again.

  April had no idea how much time passed before he finally slid from the grasp of her cunt. Movement, a clink, and the handcuffs were unlocked, releasing her aching arms. The knot at her ankles was released so he could stretch out her legs.

  “Let me attend to business, and then I’ll take care of you.” He kissed her cheek. “You did very well.”

  There wasn’t an inch of her body that wasn’t in some kind of pain, yet she felt more fulfilled than she could ever remember. Her affinity for this shocked her, but even more startling was that she wanted more. Much more. And she wasn’t sure when or how to ask for it. Would tonight be their last night? Was this a farewell fuck?

  Don’t be crude, April.

  She heard water running, and finally, Mustang was back, turning her over, unwinding the silk rope. He removed the blindfold last, using it to blot the remainder of her tears. Lifting her in his arms, he reached toward her nightstand and picked up a bottle of something. Then he carried her to the bathroom where water was running in the tub. With a move more practiced than she wanted to think about, he stepped into it, sat down, and arranged her in front of him so she leaned against his chest.

  “Relax,” he said. “I worked you hard tonight for a novice. Let me make you feel better.”

  When the water reached almost chin level, he turned it off. Then he proceeded to rub whatever was in the bottle over every muscle and joint in her body. It soothed her immediately, along with the wonderful pressure of his fingers. The man had the touch of a god. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into it, feeling the calming effect of the cream and the water and Mustang’s touch.

  She was nearly asleep, the worst of the aches and soreness sliding away, when Mustang flipped the drain open with his toe and lifted her from the tub. He braced her with one arm while he used his free hand to dry her off, then set her on the edge of the tub while he dried his own body.

  Then they were back in bed again, the lamp off, and his big body curled around hers, one hand cupping a breast.

  “You’re sleeping here again tonight?” She could hardly believe it.

  “Yes. Ssh. Just close your eyes.”

  As she drifted off, she thought she heard him say, “What the fuck am I doing?”

  Chapter Six

  “Are the Peruvian jungles always this stinking hot?” Mustang whispered to Iceman.

  It took every bit of his iron control not to swat at the insects buzzing happily around his head. Sweat streaked his face and mixed unpl
easantly with the black camo face paint, and the steaming air made it difficult to breathe.

  You’re a SEAL, shithead. Suck it up.

  “When we blow this asshole to kingdom come,” Iceman whispered back, “our ride will be waiting and so will an ice cold shower and an equally cold beer.” He winked at Mustang. “Along with our hot women.”

  Mustang didn’t comment. The woman waiting for him back in Virginia Beach was certainly hot. So hot she was singeing every part of his body. Including his heart. And it scared the crap out of him. He kept breaking his own rules with her and then staring into the yawning pit of disaster. When he should have walked away, he sank in deeper.

  He and Viv had started out the same way, with an instant connection that led to very incendiary sex. He was a newly minted Dom and eager to introduce her to the games he liked to play. She’d taken to them as avidly as April, and in his mind it all blended together. Now, he felt it choking him. He had made a firm vow never, ever to risk his heart again. Never to lay himself open to the intense pain it had taken him a long time to deal with.

  Yet both times he’d gone to April’s to tell her it was over, the situation got out of control and he’d gotten himself in deeper. And this last time, it was his own doing.

  Idiot.

  This weekend he would just go there, tell her they had to talk and lay it out for her. He would do it as nicely as he could but it had to be over. He couldn’t risk himself again.

  “Better pay attention,” Iceman whispered. “It’s almost showtime.”

  The platoon was deployed to take out the headquarters of a major drug cartel in Peru, working on a joint mission with the Peruvian Junglas, the Peruvian Special Forces Group that fought enemies in the jungles. Peru had recently taken over as cocaine king from Colombia, and the government had asked for help to eradicate this especially powerful cartel.

  Infiltrating at night, they had made their way to the well-concealed fortress-like base of the head of the cartel, also the location of his major factory and surrounded by rich green fields of the coca plants. The joint group moved silently through the thick jungle growth to their destination. More silent than a whisper, they had all moved on their assigned paths, laying explosives, first around the part of the fields, then close to the compound itself. Every plastic pack was connected to another with detonator cord, and timers were placed at strategic points.