In Control

Jarrod moaned as Nick shoved his cock up the lawyer’s ass and hit his prostate on the way by. It hurt; it always hurt, but it felt so damn good at the same time and Jarrod felt his organ swell in response. Nick wasn’t always one for preliminaries and Jarrod never argued. The mixed sensations of ecstasy and pain brought by Nick’s ruthless pounding were something Jarrod discovered he had a secret weakness for. Maybe not so secret, Jarrod thought again as Nick reached under him to grab his cock. That elicited a loud cry of desperate longing when his brother tugged hard.

“Oh, god, Nick!” Jarrod was glad the line shack was far away from where anyone might hear him.

“I’ll give you more if you can take it,” Nick growled in Jarrod’s ear.

Jarrod groaned, his body on fire and Nick took that as a ‘yes’. He leaned onto Jarrod and with his hands tied firmly behind his back, Jarrod couldn’t stop his face from being driven into the hard mattress. Nick’s hand continued its rough treatment of Jarrod’s penis, his cock drove hard into Jarrod’s ass and Jarrod wasn’t sure if the scream that came from deep within his throat was mostly born of pain or pleasure as his own member pulsed and shot stream after stream of hot fluid over himself, the mattress and Nick’s hand.

He couldn’t breathe and shook as his orgasm continued on. Nick grabbed Jarrod’s hips to plunge his cock in with another powerful thrust. Jarrod found his face pushed harder against the mattress as Nick stiffened suddenly before giving several more hard, sharp jabs. The incredible shocks throughout his body finally abated and the weight on top of his lifted, but tied as he was, he couldn’t push himself up and was barely able to turn his head to the side before he passed out from lack of air.

Jarrod sighed in release as Nick ran his hands across the lawyer’s back and buttocks.

“You look awfully pretty all hogtied like this, big brother.”

From the tone of his voice, Jarrod could just imagine the grin that must be on Nick’s face at that moment. His suspicions were confirmed when strong hands grabbed his hips and flipped him over.

The salacious leer broadened. “Maybe I should just keep you like this.” Nick brushed Jarrod’s semi-hard cock and Jarrod felt his member twitch again.

“I don’t know how much more of this I’m up for, Nick.” Jarrod tried to sit, but Nick pushed him back down.

“I ain’t done with you yet, counsellor.” Nick gave Jarrod’s flesh another squeeze and quickly got to his feet. Before Jarrod could react, Nick had a rope tied to one of his ankles and was fastening the other end to the bedframe.

“Nick!” Jarrod tried to pull his other leg away, but Nick straddled him like he was hogtieing a calf for branding and quickly had both legs restrained, spread-eagled across the cot. “Nick, what the devil do you think you’re doing?” Jarrod demanded as the rope cut into his wrists when he tried to wiggle out of his bonds. “My hands are one thing, but…” He honestly didn’t even know how Nick had talked him into that.

Nick raised an eyebrow as he looked from Jarrod’s rapidly swelling cock back to his face. “C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t like it.” Kneeling between Jarrod’s legs, he grabbed the heavy sac and took Jarrod’s massive organ in his mouth as deep as he could.

Jarrod gave up struggling as Nick sucked his cock. The problem was, he did like it; he liked it too much. Throughout his life, he’d always been in control and the fact that the harder Nick used him, the more he got off on it was disturbing. As Nick’s mouth left him and his hard length was rammed up Jarrod’s ass again, the idea that he couldn’t do anything other than lie there helpless while Nick fucked him sent a thrill through Jarrod. It disturbed him and excited him and his cock jutted further as even more blood rushed into it. The strength of his reaction caused reflex to take over and he started to struggle, which only seemed to fuel Nick’s efforts. Nick’s huge cock thrust into him, hitting his prostate again and again and Jarrod’s whole being exploded into an agony of pleasure. Hot seed splashed across his belly and chest as his penis continued to pulse and in the throes of his climax, he wasn’t even aware of when Nick pulled out.

“Damn, Nick,” he finally managed to gasp.

Nick collapsed on the mattress beside him. “You are just too good of a fuck, Jarrod. Hope I didn’t go to far.”

In spite of his earlier thoughts, Jarrod managed a smile. “Do I look like I’m complaining?” He was glad his cock was too done in to react when Nick’s gaze roved over him.

“Nope.” Nick sat up and retrieved his clothes off the floor.

“Uh, Nick?” Jarrod asked as Nick pulled on his pants.

“Yeah, Jarrod?”

“You planning to untie me sometime today?”

Nick chuckled as he pulled Jarrod into a sitting position to untie his hands before releasing his legs. “Wish I could take a picture.”

Jarrod rubbed the rope burns that marked his wrists. “Well, I’m glad you can’t. As it is, I’m going to have to make sure my cuffs are buttoned up for a few days.”

“Reckon I’ll just hafta do it again sometime.”

That offhand statement did get Jarrod’s member’s attention and he was thankful Nick was occupied with buttoning his pants. The fact that he wanted to be under Nick’s control again didn’t sit easily and it weighed heavily on his mind during the rest of the day and far into the night.

*

Jarrod stepped out of the courthouse into the bright afternoon sun. He felt good; the jury had been mesmerized by his closing arguments and he even had old Judge Lawson hanging on his every word. He relished being in control of events and was certain the judgement in his client’s favour would set a long-lasting precedent.

Jarrod scratched absently at the healing rope marks on his wrist. His feeling of satisfaction suddenly vanished to be replaced by uncertainty. How could he be so dominant in the courtroom, yet so submissive to Nick? The sexual relations they were having were deviant enough and Jarrod wondered exactly what Nick thought of his big brother’s reactions. He wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know. Sighing heavily, Jarrod decided to head to the Golden Slipper and mull things over with the help of a good bottle of whiskey.

“Give me a bottle of your best, would you, Harry?” he requested from the man behind the bar.

“Sure thing, Jarrod.” Harry returned with a full bottle and a glass. “Won the case, did you?”

“Did you ever think otherwise?” Jarrod raised the bottle in a salute and gave his friend a cocky grin that masked his inner turmoil. He took himself over to a corner table and poured a shot, tossing it back before pouring another. He pushed his hat off his forehead and leaned back to think.

“You want to do your celebrating alone, Jarrod honey, or would you like a little company?”

Jarrod looked up into a pair of sparkling green eyes. “By all means, Penny, pull up a chair,” he invited, welcoming the distraction.

The buxom redhead sat and refilled Jarrod’s glass. She took a sip and Jarrod admired her long, smooth neck before his gaze travelled down to the creamy expanse of flesh pushed up over the low cut neckline of her gown. Penny noticed the attention and readjusted her shoulders to better show off her considerable assets. Jarrod’s eyes gleamed with lust as she leaned closer and trailed her hand up his thigh to rest on his stiffening groin. “Maybe you’d like to do a little more celebrating upstairs?” she breathed into his ear.

Jarrod finished the glass as his cock twitched under her hand. A good fuck with the willing saloon girl was just what he needed. “Penny, darling, you read my mind.”

Penny gave his bulging member a squeeze. “Your mind had nothing to do with it,” she teased. She grabbed the bottle, took his hand and led the way upstairs. Once the door closed behind them, Jarrod tossed his hat aside and asserted control over the situation. He pulled Penny close and covered her mouth with his. His tongue demanded entry and Penny’s lips willingly parted. He invaded her mouth while his hands found the fastenings of her dress and deftly undid them to let the garment slide to the floor. Grabbing a full breast with one hand, his other hand reached down and cupped her ass firmly as he ground his hips into hers.

Penny worked her hands in between them to unbutton Jarrod’s pants. Her fingers grazed the aching hardness of his shaft and Jarrod moaned in pleasure. He pushed her back across the bed, clad only in a black garter belt and lacy stockings, and proceeded to quickly divest himself of boots, pants and shirt. He started to kneel between her enticingly parted legs before he changed his mind. Grabbing her hips, Jarrod flipped Penny over and pulled her back against him so she was leaning over the edge of the bed with her ass pushed against his belly. His hands wandered up to fondle her breasts and he pinched her nipples.

“Do you mind?” he asked in a sultry baritone.

“Whatever you do to me, I know it’s going to be good.” She inhaled sharply when he nipped at the top of her shoulders. One hand travelled down her belly to the tangled curls between her legs and Jarrod found her cleft hot and wet. “Jarrod honey, I’m as ready as a girl can get for that magnificent equipment you’ve got there.”

Jarrod grasped his distended flesh and pressed it against her. The slickness of Penny’s arousal coated the head of his enormous organ and he embedded himself in her heat with one firm thrust. Penny moaned and Jarrod only gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he started to move.

He bent over, pinning her to the side of the bed. His hands grabbed hers in a crushing grip as he plunged his cock into her hot center. With powerful strokes, he slammed into her and her sounds of pleasure just urged him harder and faster.

Jarrod’s body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as Penny cried, “Oh, god, honey, yes!” and she gasped as her muscles clenched around his cock. Jarrod could feel himself getting ready; his balls drew up and hot seed pooled at the base of his shaft before it shot out in great pulses that shook him to the core. Jarrod’s knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor, still buried inside Penny as he pulled her with him. He continued to hold her firmly as his hips bucked almost involuntarily with small aftershocks before he burrowed his head against her neck and took a deep, shuddering breath.

“You okay, darling?” he managed to ask.

“Never better.” Penny turned to give him a fervent kiss. She got to her feet and drew him after her. They lay side by side on the bed and Jarrod pulled her close as they basked in the afterglow.

“Penny, can I ask you something?”

She lifted herself onto one elbow. “Sure, honey. What is it?”

Jarrod wasn’t sure how to put his question into words. “When we do that, does it bother you that I take over? That I’m in control?”

Penny gave a rich, hearty laugh. “I love it how you men always think you’re in control,” she teased as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jarrod looked at her quizzically. “Think?” he asked with a hint of a smile.

She bent down and ran her tongue over his lips as she kissed him. “Well, who would you say is in charge? The one who’s doing all the work or the one who’s getting what she wants while making someone else do all the work? There’s a certain power in letting someone else take over, especially when you trust that someone to stop if you really want them to.” She put her hand in his and lifted it to better examine the abrasions that circled his wrist. “You worried that you let some girl tie you up?”

Jarrod chuckled. “Something like that.” He thought about he and Nick’s encounter in the line shack. Penny was right; he did trust Nick to stop if things went too far and that trust was likely the reason he could get off on being dominated during the rough, brutal sex that both of them enjoyed. Besides, he always needed to be in control in the rest of his life; his position as a lawyer and the head of the Barkley family demanded it. The opportunity to relinquish that control was just too liberating to pass up.

“I wouldn’t worry, Jarrod. No one’s ever going to mistake a virile specimen like you for someone helpless and weak.” Penny nuzzled his ear. “Maybe you’ll let me tie you up sometime,” she purred.

Jarrod ran his hand over the smooth curve of her back and hip. “Maybe I’ll let you do it to me right now,” he murmured back. His body tingled at the prospect.

Penny’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Well, a girl doesn’t get an invitation like that every day.” She grabbed Jarrod’s hands as she straddled him and pushed them over his head to give him a tantalizing kiss. He parted his lips for her tongue and let her ravish his mouth.

As Penny tied his wrists over his head to the brass headboard with a silk scarf, Jarrod didn’t resist. He only started to struggle when she lightly raked her nails down the inside of his arms and on to his ribs.

“God, Penny, don’t!” he protested.

She stopped but didn’t take her hands away. “My, my, is the great Jarrod Barkley ticklish?” She brushed her fingertips across his ribs again and laughed as he squirmed.

“You have no idea,” he gasped as he tried to move away.

Penny’s eyes took on a devilish gleam and Jarrod held his breath. Usually he hated to be tickled; it was all he could do to keep still when he had any sort of injury that needed to be tended. But Penny was merciless. She ran her nails across his ribs until he was panting and gasping for air before moving on to the soft flesh at the juncture of his belly and thighs. He flinched, then the tingly sensation started a flow of blood to his semi-hard erection.

“I see you like that, honey,” she murmured and her fingers danced closer to his swelling organ. Jarrod moved his hips, not sure if he wanted to get away or get closer, but even though his legs weren’t bound, he didn’t have enough freedom. Penny leaned over and gave his hips and belly several fluttery kisses and Jarrod’s cock pulsed with need.

“Penny, please…” he breathed. Penny moved up and put her arms on either side of his head.

“Don’t rush me, Jarrod,” she told him with a devilish smile. “Haven’t you heard ‘good things come to those who wait’?”

For all her earlier talk about who was really in charge, Jarrod suspected it was Penny who had the power right then. The desperate ache in his groin as she tickled, kissed and teased her way around it made him know that whatever she asked of him, he’d do it if only she’d give him the release he craved. But it was exhilarating as well and even though his manhood was burning with frustration, he relished every lick and touch that made it twitch with desire.

Penny paused and eyed his straining arousal with a smouldering gaze. “If anyone had told me you could get any bigger, I’d have told them they were crazy.” The fluid already leaking out made the colossal purple head glisten and Jarrod had to wonder if his shaft would burst if any more blood flowed into it.

“God, Penny,” he groaned.

“Would you beg me for it?” she whispered wickedly.

“Men don’t beg, Penny,” he moaned as his hips moved, desperately seeking contact.

“Are you sure?” Penny leaned over and licked the wetness off the tip of his cock.

That was Jarrod’s undoing and he gave in. “Alright, Penny, I’m begging you,” he pleaded shamelessly. “Please…”

“Please what?”

Her breath hitched as his eyes caught hers and she saw the scorching hunger in their blue depths.

“Please fuck me,” he begged. “With your hands, your mouth, anything, just fuck me now and fuck me hard.”

She straddled him and lowered her hot pussy down on his dripping maleness. His cock was so engorged, she couldn’t take him all at once and Jarrod used all his willpower not to thrust so he wouldn’t hurt her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was buried to the hilt and groaned in delight.

“I’m not going to last long,” he warned her with a gasp as she raised herself up only to slide down his shaft again. He had no leverage, but his hips tried to match her rhythm as she began to ride him hard. She leaned over to kiss his lips and her nipples brushed against his, sending more fire through his body.

“You may not be a cowboy, Jarrod,” she whispered into his mouth, “but you sure are one hell of a ride.”

Jarrod’s tongue sought hers, the only part of him he could completely control, and fucked her mouth as she continued to drive herself onto his cock. A hot shudder went though him as he was finally able to let go and his seed burst from his shaft to send stream after stream of milky cum inside her pulsing depths. He savoured the aftershocks that coursed through him and finally able to breathe again, Jarrod could only watch as Penny continued to ride him vigorously. Her hands gripped his shoulders and the look on her face was magnificent when her inner muscles clenched his length tightly as she came in her own euphoric climax. He had never truly watched his partner’s expression in the throes of orgasm before and made a note to do it more often.

She collapsed with his manhood still buried inside her. He couldn’t do anything about it but was in no rush to leave the warmth of her body anyway. Eventually, she rolled off and tugged on the scarf to free his hands.

“I’m not sure exactly who had the most control there,” he chuckled as he pulled her to him to snuggle in the shared warmth of their bodies.

“But it was fun,” she purred and Jarrod couldn’t disagree. Even though he had been at someone else’s mercy, he was still the well-respected attorney from the valley’s most powerful family. He found he was secure enough to get beyond that and revelled in the power he now realized could come with the willing release of control.