Going Home (MF)

Party on the Prairie 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 86,110
1 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, public exhibition, paddling, flogging, sensation play, sex toys, HEA]
Kira Knudson spent most of her adult life avoiding the place she was raised. She never referred to her grandfather’s farm as her home, and she certainly had not friends from her youth. So when Kira returns to the farm to help her grandfather in his final days, she can’t imagine that she will stay once he passes.
Rock Pyre is a middle-aged man looking for a place to stay as he earns some quick money in the oil fields and find a quiet piece of property on which to retire. Meeting the innocent and obviously misjudged Kira isn’t something that he expected but everything that he needs.
With Rock’s protection and his promise to help, Kira realizes that people will judge her no matter what and as long as she is honest with herself she can handle it. After all, home is where the heart is.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Going Home (MF)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Going Home (MF)

Party on the Prairie 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 86,110
1 Ratings (4.0)
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“Did you have a Dom moment, little flower?” Rock was smiling.

“Definitely not,” Kira said defensively. “I had a sub helping sub moment.”

“Whatever you’d like to call it doesn’t matter,” Rock said. “Where are we at now? In the fruit salad.”

“Ripening peach,” Kira said quickly. “I still don’t like this.”

“But it’s what you need right?” Rock said.

“Please don’t go into the speech about sometimes what I need and what I want are two different things,” Kira replied.

“Well what you want and what you need are two different things but they are also usually connected. Intricately,” Rock said, his voice growing dark and deep. Deeper than normal.

“Master, please?” Kira asked. Her plea for his support sounded in her voice.

Rock stilled and leveled his gaze at her. He pushed away from the door frame and started toward her. The closer he came the calmer she became. “You have my support at all times. While Sam is here, I am still your Master. Understood?”

“Thank you.” Kira breathed as she looked at her leather pants. She was going with a corset as well, black to match her pants, and her leather stilettos that she used to work. She needed to stay in work mode and hope that Carmen was right. This was just another client. Not Sherriff Sam Morgan.


* * * *


Rock looked out the sliding glass window as Sam got out of his car. He was in his own vehicle and in plain clothes at Carmen’s suggestion that they go out for New Year’s Eve. Carmen had gotten Sam to come out as her date because she didn’t want to be a third wheel.

“Carmen, go answer the door and tell him that Kira’s Master would like to speak to him in the kitchen. Seat him at the dining room table and then please come into the living room with Kira,” Rock said firmly. When Carmen ran into the kitchen, Rock turned his attention to his wilting little flower.

“You are not to react to another man.” Rock fisted Kira’s hair in his hand. He forced her to kneel and look up at him. “Do you understand?”


“You are reacting to another man. If we were in a club and you were my collared slave I would be well within my right to punish you. Severely.” Rock let her process the punishment he had given her earlier in the week and waited. She still hadn’t grasped it yet so he finished. “I would also ignore your safe word.”

“You haven’t collared me,” Kira said and then she touched the necklace she was wearing. It was the one that Rock had given her. “Master, my reactions are hard to control.”

“That is a good answer,” Rock said sternly. “Not the one I wanted but it will suffice. For now.”

“Help, Rock,” Kira whispered. “Take my worries on you. Please?”

Rock motioned for Kira to stand. He didn’t kneel but he lowered his torso so that they were eye level. “Place your hands on my shoulders.” She did. “Now breathe. I will be with you, next to you, so close to you that you will feel my presence, my power, and you will obey my will.”

Kira nodded.

“Pull from me,” Rock said. “All my strength, all of my will, all of me. Pull it to you and submit to taking it. I will be here for you. You will do this for Sam, for Carmen, for yourself, but most of all you will do this because I said you must do this.”

Kira stood straighter. She thrust back her shoulders. She would do this. It was more than time.

Rock watched as Kira’s entire demeanor changed. She still was submitting to him. But as she glanced at the kitchen, where Sam and Carmen were talking, her entire mood changed.

Kira walked into the kitchen and saw Carmen flirting with Sam. “You need to go there,” Kira said to Carmen as she pointed to the end chair of the dining room table. “You need to go there.” Kira pointed Sam to the chair next to where Rock had sat down.

Sam glanced at Rock and then took his place at the table.

“Sheriff Morgan.” Kira exhaled and inhaled slowly, meeting Sam’s gaze. “I am going to give you something that you have always wanted.”

Sam’s eyebrows raised. “And what is that?”

“I am going to show you what I have been hiding on this property.”




When Rock came back downstairs he was carrying a black bag. He sat the bag on the recliner and pointed three fingers to the floor. Kira rose and stood before him. Her heart started to pound. She remembered the earlier threat about the work out she was going to get but she hadn’t expected it to start so early. Kira felt her whole body flush as she watched Rock’s eyes. They were dark and full of lust. Intense.

Rock didn’t hide the smile that formed on his lips as she watched Kira’s reaction. “Strip and get down on your hands and knees, little flower,” Rock said, trying to keep his voice easy. He wanted to issue the command to her and have her obey without hesitation but he didn’t want to scare her. He was pleasantly surprised when Kira didn’t hesitate and a few seconds later was on her hands and knees at his feet.

Rock kneeled at Kira’s side and rubbed his hand across her soft back. She shivered at his touch and leaned against him. Rock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She was giving him everything he needed. The next would also be a test.

Rock dug through the bag and pulled out one of the anal plugs. He thought that the white would be best for the occasion tonight. A show of her innocent surrender, soon to belong to him completely.

Rock put lube on the end of the plug. It wasn’t a large plug by any means. He then rubbed a lubed finger around Kira’s puckered hole. She clenched her butt cheeks and shivered again. Rock realized that it wasn’t from being nervous. The lube was freezing. He had forgotten to warm it. He was so excited to get her into this position he had forgotten to remember to warm the lube. It was a complete rookie mistake and Rock apologized.

“Apology accepted, Master,” Kira whispered softly and sincerely.

Rock’s chest squeezed. She didn’t tell him that it was okay, or not to worry about it, or that he better remember it next time. She forgave him. She understood. She still trusted. She knew it wasn’t intentional. That was a very pretty response. Rock felt Kira relax at his touch. She was ready.

Rock placed the tip of the plug against her hole with one hand. His other hand grabbed her hip and pressed her securely against his hip. She tensed slightly. “Relax, baby.”

“Yes, Master,” Kira said and obeyed.

“Push back slowly,” Rock said softly. “My grip will slow you if you go too fast.”

Kira did as he asked and pushed back slowly while exhaling. She had no idea what was against her. Was it just his fingers? It wasn’t his cock because he was still dressed and she hadn’t heard his zipper come down. Was it a toy? She relaxed, trusting. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He walked the edge.

Kira felt the size increase, relaxed into it, and was surprised when suddenly she closed over a hump. She still felt the tickle of a round nub pressing in on her and out on her. Obviously whatever he had inserted into her was now securely in place. It certainly wasn’t as large as she expected. His cock would be much larger.

Rock released his grip from Kira’s hips and stood. He was pleased that she stayed on her hands and knees. He hadn’t given her permission to get up yet. He walked around her taking his time. He got down on one knee in front of her and raised her chin to look at him.

“Is it too cold in your room already to pick out a matching garter belt, stockings, and corset?” Rock asked. He had wanted her to stay in warm clothing but the main part of the house was still warm enough for a little visual entertainment.

Kira shook her head. “Never.” She breathed deeply and sighed as she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his big rough hand. That hand was the most comforting thing she had ever felt on her cheek.

Rock stood and offered Kira his hand she took it and stood up. Her smile faded and she tilted her head to the side as she wiggled her ass. She looked over one of her shoulders and saw something white and fluffy coming from her ass. She looked over her other shoulder trying to get a better look. What in the hell? She lifted her leg and then looked between her legs as she put her head between her knees trying to see it better.

Rock’s deep vibrating laughter pulled her from her fixation. She looked up at him. He was laughing hard and wore a full smile. His laugh was contagious and she giggled with him, realizing she looked like a dog trying to scratch an itch on its back or catch its own tail.

“A mirror might help you out better,” Rock managed to say between fits of laughter.

Kira laughed with him shaking her head. She had never heard or seen him laugh so hard. She’d never seen a smile or heard a laugh that reverberated through her heart and soul the way that his did. It was so comforting.

“Yes, Master,” she managed as she ran down the hallway and into her frigid room. She checked herself in the mirror. Protruding from her butt cheeks was a silky soft, perfectly white, fluffy, fuzzy tail.

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