The slave seemed flustered as she shook his hand. She’d pulled her veil up to hide her face below her eyes, but JD detected a definite blush rising on her cheeks. She was even prettier up close, her stick-straight blonde hair pulled into a genie ponytail that swished gently behind the lilac pillbox hat. With a shock JD realized that her hat, as well as her belly dancing sash that jingled with fake coins, was from his store. They carried some role playing items like that. JD tried not to look at her bra. It had been two years since he’d been attracted to another woman, and the possibility terrified him. “Hi. I’m Hannah O’Loughlin.”
“Hannah from Montana,” said Lila.
JD didn’t want to apologize to Hannah in front of Lila and Regina. Not letting go of her hand, he smoothly steered her away from the women, toward the stage where thankfully the band was taking a break. “I want to apologize for my partner, Colt.”
Hannah looked confused. “Colt? You mean the large cowboy I was just talking to? I thought his name was Don Gatling.”
Now JD was confused. “Colt Gatling. Muscular, buff—”
“Lila called him Dominating Don, I guess on account of how strong his personality is.”
A strong personality. Is that what it’s called? Heh. Oh, the days of innocence! “Well, that’s what I wanted to apologize for. My partner comes on a little strong sometimes. He’s really just a Dom with a teddy bear inside. I hope he didn’t offend or shock you.”
Hannah frowned. “There goes that ‘Don’ again. Is he some kind of cowboy mafia figure that I should be afraid of? I really don’t want any trouble.”
Somehow JD had wound up terrifying the poor girl instead of placating her. “No, not ‘Don.’ ‘Dom.’ You know, like a…” It suddenly occurred to him that she might be uneducated in the ways of BDSM. JD had seen plenty of customers like that in his store. Some were tourists stopping in on their way to Lake Tahoe or Reno, thinking they might enjoy the quaintness of the gold rush town. But sometimes even the residents of Last Chance would come up to JD and ask, “What’s this?” while holding a mop flogger or nipple clamps.
JD took a different tack now. “I’m thinking that he mistook your costume for being a serious statement about your submiss—about your slave personality. It was a simple case of mistaken identity. I really apologize for him. He can be a bit forward at times. He’s mafia only in his mind, but I’m afraid he’s just a simple cowboy.”
Hannah now took JD’s arm and drew him closer to the back wall behind a bank of speakers. “So he’s just simple, then? God, I’m so sorry. No wonder he thought I was really a slave. I sure hope he didn’t really think Casey Anthony was pole dancing, too.”
A wave of joy swept over JD to be standing this close to Hannah. He was so close he could lean forward a few inches to catch a whiff of her natural vanilla scent, and once again his prick plumped and lengthened. Hannah had a freshness, both in body and in spirit. Because she was so tanned, he guessed she did something outdoorsy like Colt. But was she really so naïve that she thought “Don” Gatling was a challenged cowboy who wanted to date a harem girl? Or was Colt’s approach with women so rusty that she hadn’t even gotten the picture? “No, he’s actually a pretty astute businessman. He owns the Lay-Z-Boy Ranch. Some of it borders this ranch. What did he say to you?”
Hannah’s jaw under the chiffon veil hung low. “He’s the owner of the Lay-Z-Boy? Oh, I thought he was a thug sent by their owner, Frank Garibaldi.”
“Garibaldi is Colt’s uncle. He decided not to sell but to deed it to Colt, since Colt is the only relative who has any enthusiasm about ranching.”
“I see…” Hannah seemed overly interested in this information. She looked aside and bit her lower lip, her eyes shining and brimming with ideas.
“I guess what I’m saying, Hannah, is…Colt has an interest in the world of bondage and discipline. Domination and submission. And if you didn’t already figure it out, he assumed you were a submissive. What I’m saying is, he was making a pass at you.”
Hannah’s eyes were round with wonder. “I see. That’s very…interesting. Now I really do feel like a dork. He invited me to something called a ‘munch’ and I thought he just didn’t know how to pronounce ‘lunch.’”
JD had to throw his head back and laugh fully at this. He couldn’t wait to give Colt a raft of shit for choosing such an innocent submissive.
Hannah knew she had to learn to trust Colt, as she already trusted JD. Not all men were colossal asswads like Sean. In the first place, Colt wasn’t an out-of-control drugged-up maniac like Sean. That helped immensely.
When Colt dragged the knife blade down her back, when he swiped her all over with the tip, just the tiniest amount of exertion on Colt’s part and the blade would have pierced her skin. She tried to remain still and silent as Colt trailed the sharp blade over her skin, or pricked her nipples with the razor-sharp edge. But the part that was hardest to deal with was not knowing when or where the next swipe would fall. She discovered that a certain level of fear was a turn-on. The knife Colt had displayed to her was frightening, and the idea of it dragging down her abdomen, leaving a thin red welt, actually excited her.
When JD started batting her ass with what felt like a wooden paddle she felt she was being assaulted in the most intimate way possible. Yet the paddling, strangely enough, must have brought blood racing to her pelvis. It made her hot. She knew she was making a wet spot on the stool, and when Colt dragged her down to her knees and JD continued the paddling, she hungrily lunged for Colt’s dick.
His penis was shorter and fatter than JD’s long tool, and she was able to spear it so deeply down her throat that her lips met the neat strip of pubic hair Colt had waxed there. His balls were smooth and hard, but when she detached her mouth from the dick to lick and suck the balls, Colt grabbed a handful of her hair and jammed his prick down her gullet again.
She wondered if JD was jealous. She knew she felt closer to JD than to Colt, although oddly, she felt she loved both of them. She felt that JD understood her better. Due to his shoulder injury, which after all was caused by the game, he’d had to walk away from the one thing he was really good at. Hannah had felt the same when she felt compelled to leave Montana. She left everything behind, everything except her beloved dog. She felt that JD and she were kindred spirits. His ex had dumped him for a trivial reason, the loss of his baseball contract. Sean had basically dumped Hannah long before he was even shot in the head.
Hannah found herself rising up on her knees, spreading them apart to give JD better access to her ass. His paddle fell softer now as it strayed between her thighs. Each slap sounded wet and clammy as it fell closer to her pussy lips. Now when JD slapped her, it felt as intimate as though he spanked her with his bare hand.
“You like sucking that fat cock, don’t you?” he whispered nastily in her ear. His dirty talk aroused her beyond belief, and now when he spanked her pussy, he also tweaked her erect nipple, her boobs bulging from the stricture of the hemp rope bindings. His fingers were wet with what smelled like rubbing alcohol, and he flicked her nipple back and forth, sending pangs of need directly into her clit.
“Mm-mm,” was all she was able to mumble with her mouth full of cock.
“Take that cock,” JD encouraged. He stopped paddling and diddling her for a few seconds while she concentrated on sucking Colt’s tool the entire length of the shaft. She knew she was a good cocksucker. Sean had even told her that much. It was her one claim to fame, she supposed. “I’ve sucked that fat dick hundreds of times and loved it. Think how good it’ll taste when he shoots in your mouth.”
Hannah was so carried away by her task she nearly inhaled precum when a hot, rounded object was pressed against her pussy lips. It hadn’t occurred to her that JD would invade her in such a personal manner while she was providing his Dom such a service. Then again, she’d never been naked with two men before, so she continued sucking cock as if her life depended on it while the men talked dirty to her.
“That’s right,” Colt said with approval. “Keep sucking, little one. I’m going to flood your mouth with my hot jism, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”
JD now gripped her hips, and she realized with a shock that it was his cock he was nudging into her channel. Oh, my God. He’s fucking me. JD’s cock squeaked with that rubbery sensation she hadn’t felt in years, and she realized he’d even donned a condom. That was thoughtful. Hannah swayed her hips back and forth to indicate her obedience to being fucked. She really wished she could feel JD’s naked cock inside her—how hot would that be, to feel him drench me in his semen?—and she really wished she could watch in one of the many mirrors positioned about the room.
But being blind forced her to focus on the sensations—the velvety softness of the crown of Colt’s prick, the saltiness of his precum, how he smelled not of stale sweat but of manly soap. JD’s penis was long, and his groan resonated through her pussy when he made one last shove to the hilt. He was lodged deeply inside of her, connecting her to him in an even more private, personal way.
“That’s right,” urged Colt. “Fuck that sweet honey, JD. Get right up on it. Hump that sweet little cunt. You know she’s dying to be drilled by you. Tell me, baby. Talk to me. How sweet is that honey?”
JD groaned deeply as he started moving in a languid rhythm. “Sweeter than you can imagine, Colt.” He slapped her ass with his hand now, and the sting got her juices flowing.