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By Any Other Name	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own The Big Valley, the characters or situations from the show. I make no money from writing this, just the personal satisfaction of (hopefully!) entertaining those who love the show as much as I do.

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A/N: this chapter is pretty much PWP, there will be more plot coming later

“Turn around,” Jarrod instructed huskily. Heather, already nude, did as he asked. Jarrod had arrived early in the morning and wasted no time in dragging her to the bedroom, kissing her ardently as he divested her of her clothes.
Jarrod trailed a hand down her back and briefly caressed her hip before taking hold of her wrist. She drew a sharp inhale as he grabbed the other and her hands were bound together with what felt like a silk scarf.
“Jarrod, what…?” But her question was cut off as he turned her head to bestow a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Trust me?” he asked, a seductive gleam in his eye and Heather nodded. She did trust him; or, at least she thought she did until another scarf was tied firmly around her eyes. “No peeking.”
Heather shivered as a thrill of fear ran up her spine. She’d never been this helpless before, even with the occasional beatings she’d received from her aunt and uncle. But Jarrod had never really hurt her, even though their coupling was generally on the rough side and he did seem to enjoy leaving little love bites across her body.
She gasped as Jarrod’s warm mouth took her nipple and sucked it before he gently but firmly pushed her down to her knees, her belly against what felt like the footrest of one of the room’s chairs.
“Don’t move.”
Heather did as she was told, the fear slowly being replaced by a growing desire.
“Open your mouth.” Heather did and tasted the sweet juices of a strawberry on her tongue. As she bit and swallowed, the strawberry was replaced with Jarrod’s mouth, his tongue pushing its way inside as his hand reached around the back of her neck, pulling her closer and her tongue took the opportunity to explore his. She almost jumped when he pinched her nipple, not expecting it and Jarrod pulled away quickly so he was no longer touching her. Heather was breathing heavily, wondering what he would do next and then something warm and hard was pushed between her lips. She tasted the juices on the tip of Jarrod’s penis as he slowly pressed further into her mouth. Lacing his fingers through her hair, Jarrod held Heather’s head as she sucked him, slowly thrusting in and out a few times before he again was gone.
“Jarrod…”
“Shhh…” Jarrod placed a finger to her lips. This was more fun than he’d imagined it would be. He was teasing himself as well, but the looks on Heather’s face were more than worth it. He really wasn’t sure what had prompted the idea and had almost stopped the game when he saw a brief look of fear flit across the blonde’s face as he covered her eyes with the blindfold. But when she returned his kiss with an equal fervor, he wickedly decided to keep playing.
Reaching into the glass he’d put on the table, Jarrod took out a chunk of ice and moved around behind her. He ran the ice down her spine and smiled at her shiver, bending over to kiss the joining of her neck and shoulder, trailing his lips down the path of the ice. He held the ice at the top of her buttocks, letting the cold water drip between her cheeks as his other hand reached around to tease her clit. Heather let out a low moan and Jarrod smiled.
“Like that, beautiful?” he murmured as his lips sucked harder on the skin of her back and left a trail of red marks in their wake. He moved his hand to fondle her breast and slipped the other between her legs to push the remaining ice against her hot pussy, making her gasp. “Too cold?’ he asked devilishly. “I suppose I’ll just have to warm you back up.” Taking his swollen cock in his hand, Jarrod was careful not to let it touch her until he was in position, plunging inside her with one hard thrust and Heather cried out in pleasure. “I’m glad this hot Barkley beef can still make you scream,” he whispered in her ear.
Jarrod leaned his weight on top of her, reaching around to grab her waist as his other hand continued to squeeze her breast. He pulled her tightly to him, relishing the feel of her ass pushed against his belly and having her tied hands trapped between them made the whole thing more erotic. His hand left her breast to grip the edge of the stool as he drove into her tight core, loving the moans and cries from the bound woman beneath him as he fucked her hard.
“Jarrod…” She breathed his name, rapture in her voice. “Oh, Jarrod, harder, please.”
Jarrod smiled and complied, ramming into her with all the force he could muster, feeling his own need building as forced her legs apart with his knees and his cock drove deeper inside her. He bent over as he felt the throes of her climax surge around his member and bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a primal moan from Heather. His balls drew up and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Jarrod bucked against her with enough force to lift her off the floor as he came hard, spurt after spurt of seed shooting out as his hips kept pumping.
“Oh, Heather,” he moaned as his orgasm finally let him go, clutching her to his chest tightly. Her head leaned back to rest against his shoulder and he released her long enough to tug the blindfold from her eyes. Blue met blue, still dark with desire and Heather tilted her head up to kiss him softly.
“I have to go back to Stockton for a bit,” Jarrod told her as he untied her hands, “so I thought I’d make sure you didn’t forget me while I’m gone.”
Heather laughed at the playful twinkle in his eyes. “I’ll try very hard to remember what you look like,” she teased back, licking her lips as she ran her gaze up and down his lean body. She reached up to the bed where her discarded clothes were lying, but Jarrod took hold of her hand and stopped it.
“I think this is the image I want to take with me,” he told her seductively. “Why don’t you lie down and relax?”
Heather did as he suggested, draping herself in a sensual posture across the bedcovers as Jarrod got dressed.
“Mmmm,” he murmured appreciatively as he took in her pose. “If only I could take a picture.”
“I guess you’ll just have to hurry back, then,” Heather suggested with a smile and Jarrod leaned over to kiss her, first one breast and then the other, finally kissing her lips.
“I’ll send you a message letting you know when I’ll be back in town,” he told her.
“I can’t wait.” Heather watched as he left the room and listened to the door of the apartment open and close before she leaned back and sighed in contentment.
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