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Merry
Holy fucking Hell. Ever since Blake had talked about fucking my ass, I hadn't been able to erase the idea from my brain. It was permanently etched there and would be until I experienced it. I couldn't stop thinking about it, with a mixture of fear and excitement. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Would it give me those subby feelings I got when I sucked his cock or let him spank me? Those questions had been on my mind for days.
So much so, that I lay myself naked on his bed and all but begged him to fuck my ass, at least with his finger. Trust Blake to turn the whole thing into a giant mind fuck. Sex, then business, then one false move from me, and we are lickety split back to sex, this time, with me sucking his cock as punishment for cussing at him. I knew he had planned the whole thing, carefully orchestrating it to play out just the way it had. He had wanted to reverse the roles, making the entire thing into his idea, even though it had been mine. It wasn't selfish or even a control thing. He knew that I would do better with the experience if I was in the right mindset to receive it. And so he did whatever it would take to get me there, back to the place where I was not in charge, and I was completely at his mercy. That was his gift.
Still, nothing could have fully prepared me for it. The rush of pain and pleasure I received when his finger entered me slowly, and his hot mouth closed over my aching pussy. The minute his finger was inside me, my subby meter tipped the scales from mildly subby to full-on pile of sub mush—just from a finger in my ass. It was that moment that I knew I was forever screwed. I had no doubt that Blake knew exactly how powerful the feelings could be that it evoked. I wanted to mewl "yes, Sir" over and over again. I wanted to scream my apologies and kneel at his feet. Oh, God.
He was working me over now, pumping his finger in and out of my back hole, while his tongue strummed my clit at a level that could only be called expert. I trembled with pain and pleasure, sending shockwaves coursing down my spine and through my legs. I squeezed them together, crushing his head like a vice between my knees, and grabbed a pillow from behind me, pulling it over my face to muffle my screams of pleasure as I came. My cries were frantic as the release rushed through me. Grabbing the back of his head, I shoved his face further into my pussy and lifted my hips off the bed, pushing into him, desperate for relief. When it came, I pushed him away, just as quickly, all but pulling him off me. Every nerve ending was exploding, and my body felt like it had been thrown atop a pile of flames.
"Oh, God, Blake." He was kneeling at the end of the bed, watching me with a salacious grin as I writhed under the waves of pleasure that were still coming. "Oh, God."
"That was just an appetizer, baby girl."
"No, no, I don't think I can take any more. I'm so tired," I moaned. I had come hard and fast.
Blake just shook his head and smiled. Jumping up, he joined me on the bed, lying against the headboard and pulling me up to cuddle in the crook of his arm, with my head against his chest.
"The night is still young, baby girl."
I whimpered, "Don't you have to work early? We should really get some sleep!"
"Tomorrow is Saturday. Horses have to be fed and stalls mucked, of course, but nothing terribly pressing."
"Ugh."
"Speaking of work," Blake started. I groaned, knowing what was coming.
"No," I answered, not giving him a chance to ask.
Blake, being Blake, ignored me. "You have a gift, Meredith, for working with those kids. Far more than Slade or I will ever have."
I shook my head, hiding my face in his chest. I didn't want to talk about this. I'd seriously rather talk about anything else, but I knew Blake wouldn't drop it. He always assumed he knew what was best for me and what I needed. The worst part was he was usually right.
Blake continued to prod, pulling my chin out of where it was nuzzled in his chest, forcing me to crook my neck up to look at him. "I never would have thought, in a million years, to pair that tiny, angry girl with my most feisty horse, but the change in her was instant and transformative. You're so good at that."
"I just listened and went with my gut. Anyway, it was all a fluke. It doesn't mean anything."
"Come to work with us. Please, Merry. For the kids."
I shook my head emphatically back and forth. "No. No. Nope. I've been down that road, remember? And I sucked at it. I have no patience. I probably ruined half of those kids."
Blake's growl rumbled low in his chest. I felt the vibration of it before I heard it. "You were practically still a kid, yourself, Meredith. Where would this ranch be, if everyone gave up the second they made a single mistake? Hell, we make mistakes, every day. Sara being a case in point."
"Hmph."
"You think Nan never made mistakes? Nan made them all the time. And she apologized, learned from them, and moved on, and she taught us to do the same, but I'm starting to think you never really learned that lesson."
At the mention of the word lesson, I sat up like a flash, my hands flying back to cover myself. Those were fight or flight words, and I was currently in flight mode.
Blake looked on with amusement. He said nothing, letting his stern face and my reaction speak for itself. I sighed. "Fine. I'll come work with you guys. What days does Sara come?"
Blake heaved a heavy sigh, and I knew he wasn't pleased with the conditions of my response. "Wednesday and Friday."
"Fine. I'll work on those days. You have to make sure I don't lose my temper with those kids, Blake. If I do, you have to, you know—"
"Punish you?" Blake filled in where I left off with a smile. "I can do that. Not a problem. Two days a week? That's it? Are you sure? You could earn a little extra money."
"I'm sure." My lips pursed tight and I glowered at him. "Take it, or leave it."
"Fine. I'll take it." He smiled mischievously. "You know there's a sweet little girl on Tuesdays—"
"Drop it, Blake."
He dropped it. Nan hadn't raised a fool.
