Pretend Love Romance by Penny Wylder
Clayton
When I wake in the morning, Rachel isn’t beside me. Which is a pity because I was looking forward to rolling over and burying myself in her first thing this morning. She was so exhausted last night after everything, that we didn’t have sex after returning home. We just fell asleep.
Where could she be?
Not in the bathroom or the guest bedroom, so she must be out and about. I did tell her to take a few days to explore, but I’m just craving her presence, and her mouth. I want to kiss my wife good morning. That’s a phrase that I worried I would never get to say, and thinking it warms my chest.
I’m still shocked that she agreed to my request. The few relationships I’ve had, my intensity in the bedroom has scared them away. When I posed the same question to my last girlfriend, she scoffed at the idea of giving up any kind of control.
We didn’t last long after that.
But Rachel seems to crave it. I felt her shiver when I was telling her what I wanted. The way her eyes dilated and went unfocused, imagining all the possible things that could happen between her and me.
Yeah, I need my wife in my bed right away.
I dress quickly and start my search. The nice thing about running the ranch is that there isn’t anything that I have to do. I didn’t lie to Rachel when I told her that everyone pulls their weight around here. We all do, and I do as well.
But most of my day isn’t spent like yesterday, doing mundane tasks like painting the barns. That was the exception to the rule. Most of my days are actually spent running around the ranch, helping other people solve problems and approving the solutions.
Speak of the devil, one of the ranch hands waves me down, and I am side-tracked into helping him fix an urgent problem with one to the corral gates. The last thing we need is cattle running free over the pedestrian portion of the ranch.
It doesn’t take too long to fix, and I cut through one of the stables on my way back to looking for Rachel, wondering if it would be faster if I used Exo in my search. But then my gaze falls on the supply rack in the stable, and I freeze in my tracks.
Rope.
Lots and lots of rope.
Oh, that is an idea. I told Rachel that I was going to tie her to the bed and tease her. Now is as good a time as any to show her that I am serious about what I said, and to see if she is really as willing as she said she was. There is plenty of time before she needs to report to the kitchen tonight.
My nerves jangle at the thought of her taking charge in the kitchen. I know she can do it, but how will the staff react to someone just coming in and taking over without so much as an introduction? I have to examine my reaction. I did tell her to pull her weight, and that’s what she’s doing. I can’t be angry with her, but I still might have a conversation with her about order of operations.
She owns this ranch with me, but I run it.
I take several lengths of rope from the supply rack and sling it over my shoulder. It is much more than I will need, but better have too much than not enough. Wouldn’t want my wife to be able to escape.
I laugh out loud at the thought.
Quickly, I make a lasso, and carry it with me as I search the grounds. When I find her, I am freshly annoyed jealous that she didn’t wake me up. Rachel is at the archery range with a beginner bow shooting arrows at a target.
I wish I were the one showing her how to shoot, getting up close and personal while she pulls the string. She draws an arrow back and releases it. It goes flying—nowhere near the target. I can’t help but laugh. Her head shoots toward me and she scowls. “I’m not very good.”
“That’s what practice is for,” I say, tossing the lasso into the air directly toward her. It lands true, and I pull it tight around her hips with practiced ease. She yelps as I yank her toward me. “Clayton!”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Well,” I smirk, “I woke up to an empty bed. So I think you owe me a kiss good morning.”
The blush on her cheeks is truly beautiful, and when I kiss her, she’s so sweet and so soft that it makes me ache.
“I think I’ve had enough practice for the day,” she says.
I chuckle. “You’re really doing a number on yourself. Arms will be killing you tomorrow. How’s the soreness?”
Rachel wrinkles her nose. “A bitch.”
“Maybe you need some more muscle cream.”
“I need something,” she says with a grin. “What’s all the rope for?”
There’s no one within true hearing distance of us, but I lower my voice anyway. “It’s for you.”
She goes still, eyes locking on mine. Beautiful shining green in the morning sun. “What do you mean?”
“Want to find out?
She nods quickly, and I take the bow from her hands and place it on the nearby rack. Rachel moves to remove the lasso from her waist, and I stop her, wrapping an arm around her ribs and pulling her against my side. “I don’t think so.”
Her breath stutters. “Don’t you have things to do today that are more important?”
We’re walking fast now. “If you don’t want this, say it.”
“No, I do. I just don’t want people to think you suddenly started neglecting your work because I showed up.”
“Everyone that works for me is incredibly capable,” I say. “They can live without me for a couple of hours.”
Her soft moan at the word hours sends blood straight to my dick. I can’t get her into the house fast enough. “Upstairs,” I whisper. “Take off your clothes.” She goes without any hesitation.
I follow at a slower pace, savoring the sensation of control. Of surrender. Of someone willing to play this game with me.
Rachel is perfectly, gloriously naked when I reach my—our—bedroom. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders and her chest is flushed pink in anticipation.
My cock is hard enough that I’m uncomfortable. But it’s worth it for what’s about to happen. I walk over to her, standing at the foot of my bed, and put one finger under her chin. I tilt her gaze up to mine. “Still okay?”
“Very okay.” Her eyes are liquid with lust. “Do I need to call you sir?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You can if it feels right. Let’s start simple,” I say, walking around her. “Give me your hands.”
She presses them behind her back, and I gather her wrists together in one hand and wrap the rope around them with the other. I bind them together carefully, hearing her breath hitch as she tests the strength of the bond there.
I’ve been tying knots since I was young, and with ranch life, you don’t even have to think twice. She’s not going anywhere. Circling back to her, I slowly smile. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice is breathy.
Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her in for a powerful kiss, using my other hand to slip between her legs. Her pussy is hot and wet, already aroused by just being in my rope. Damn, she’s perfect.
My wife is perfect.
I pull back from the kiss, holding myself back from tossing her on the bed and abandoning all my plans. “On your knees, beautiful.”
Rachel lowers herself to the ground, her eyes are glued to my belt as I undo it, pulling my cock free. It’s already fully erect, exactly in line with her luscious mouth. I didn’t get to see her suck my cock yesterday, and this time I’m going to enjoy it.
Reaching out, I brush my fingers across her jaw, dip my thumb between her lips. She sucks on it like she’s already got her mouth on my cock, and that nearly makes me go blind. “Open your mouth,” I growl.
“Yes, sir.”
Holy shit. I’m not prepared for the reaction in my body, my cock jumping in response to her words. “Suck my cock, wife. However you like. You’ll start in control, but I promise that you won’t end that way.”
I watch the way she shudders, the words sinking in. We both ignore the fact that the way I have her bound means that she’s not in control at all, and I love it.
Rachel doesn’t waste time, wrapping her lips around my shaft and sucking me deep. Her tongue traces that sensitive spot on the underside of the head, and she lets me fall out of her mouth in order to glide her lips and tongue down the sides of my shaft.
She is very, very good at this.
There are a hundred scenarios in my head of how I can use her delicious mouth. Each one naughtier than the last. And when she sinks deeper onto her knees and takes my balls into her mouth without me telling her to…I nearly come right then.
I’m not going to last long like this. Being with Rachel makes me feel like I’m a teenager again. Always horny and always ready to go. I’ve had more sex in the last day than I’ve had in years, and I don’t see my body showing any signs of stopping.
Fisting my hand in Rachel’s hair, I guide her mouth back to my cock and thrust in. She’s no longer in control as I thrust deeper into her mouth. And deeper still. How far can she take me?
I’m not small, and the thought of her taking all of me inside…damn, I can’t think about that if I want to last.
But she takes more of me than I’m expecting, all the way to the back of her mouth where my cock is pushing against her throat. One swallow and she’ll be there.
We can save that for next time. I’m too close as I fuck her mouth, hard and fast, holding her head still as I take what I need. I’m there, the fire licking down my spine and through my balls. My voice is raw. “Swallow it all,” I say, a split second before the orgasm hits, pleasure driving through me like a stampede.
I hold myself deep, feeling the way I fill her mouth with cum and the way she swallows me completely. Her lips are still stretched around my shaft. When I can breathe again, her gorgeous eyes lock on mine. “Good girl,” I tell her, pulling my cock from between her lips.
She just smiles. And I smile too. Because we’re not remotely finished.
