The Stars in the Sky

Chapter 39: Kinky

"What the hell do you have there?" I ejaculated, staring at Will, who was standing in the doorway of the tack room.

Bridles and reins hung on hooks all around the large tack room, which was sparsely furnished with a table, chair, and a few sawhorses. Extra bales of hay sat in a corner. Now that the kids were gone, most of the staff had taken off, we were alone in the tack room, and we had the ranch to ourselves.

We had made it the two weeks. Sleeping together every night, I felt closer to him than I had felt to another human being; we had kissed, we had hugged, we had caressed. But despite our insistent mutual attraction, there had been no sex, no fucking, no making love.

And we were ready to explode.

Will wore a sexy, tight, dark blue, faded t-shirt, jeans, belt, boots, and his unruly hair was crushed under a Justin trucker hat. He was holding a plastic bag from a drug store, a blanket, and something that looked like a dead animal. He turned around and closed and locked the door.

Oh, shit.

"Deal was," he said, walking over to me, "we went two weeks without fucking, I get to do anything I want to you, except hurt you."

"Uh-huh," I managed.

"It's been two weeks. You up for it?"

I nodded. He had stunned me into silence. I had been turned on for days. I had been wet for the past hour. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

"Now's the time for kinky. Take your clothes off, Marie," he said. "Now."

He took a Pendleton blanket and spread it out on the ground. "Stand on this. You should know. If you want me to make love to you, right now, I will, wherever you want. But you wanted to see kinky. So, this is what is kinky to me."

He continued. "I want to tie you up. Wanna take you to the edge, a time or two, but not let you come. But you gotta trust me that I'm gonna let you, eventually, after I play with you for a bit, and it will be massive."

I looked him in his warm, chocolate brown eyes, trusting him with everything. Trusting him with me. I wanted him to feel like he could show me all parts of him, even those secret parts about what turned him on, what made him crazy. I loved all of him and I wanted to see all of him.

"Let's do it, Will," I said. Be vulnerable with me, together.  Show me what turns you on.

He smiled warmly and then his features changed and he looked at me more intently.

Then, not breaking my gaze, I licked my lips.

I reached down and unbuttoned the buttons on my western-style shirt, one at a time, slowly, watching him the entire time. I eased my shirt off of one arm, then another, and I set it gently on a nearby table. Then I shuffled out of my vegan boots and socks, and onto the blanket. I unbuttoned my tight Wrangler jeans — the ones from high school, unzipped them, and eased them down over my hips and down my long legs.

I stood there, looking at him, bleached hair over my shoulders, wearing nothing but a fuchsia pink demi-bra and matching Brazilian cut panties, dying for him to touch me.

He stood there, looking back at me, eyes wide.

Then he took the furry thing, which was some sort of animal hide and spread it on the nearby bales of hay.

"Is that a dead animal?"

"Relax. It's fake. Feel it."

I leaned over and felt the soft blanket. I could deal with faux fur.