Page 9 of Caging Cessie (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #20)

Cessie moaned as she stretched. She was aware of the ache in her ass, pussy, and nipples, before she was fully awake.

Which meant she woke up feeling needy and submissive.

Blinking against the bright morning light, she rolled over in bed. Leon was sitting up, chest bare, high-fantasy paperback in one hand.

He didn’t look at her when she moved but did reach out to stroke her head. She wiggled until she was up against him, head on his bare stomach, breasts pressed against his equally bare thighs under the covers.

“Master, may I?”

“Ask properly, Cessie.” He turned the page one-handed.

“May I suck your cock?”

His hand fisted in her hair, guiding her mouth to his dick.

Cessie slipped under the covers, moving with him as he scooted down until he was reclined rather than sitting up. His cock was partially erect when she ducked under the covers, placing kisses in a line down his stomach until she reached her goal.

Cool sheets slid against her bare skin, her nipples dragging against his thighs as she got into position. She could hear Leon’s breath hitch, the slight shift of his body as he settled back against the pillows, waiting.

Beneath the covers, the world felt smaller, quieter—just the two of them and the slow build of anticipation. Cessie glided her hands over his hips, tracing the planes of him with careful, unhurried movements, her mouth hovering above but not yet touching his cock.

She took her time, wanting to savor this, to ground herself in him. And the anticipation worked for him too, because though she hadn’t moved, his cock now bumped against her face, more than halfway to a full erection.

In the close darkness she couldn’t see, but rooted around with her mouth until she caught the head of his cock with her lips. She kissed the crown, then licked the slit, getting a taste of salt.

The comforter shifted with her movements, a soft rustle that only made the space feel more intimate, more secret.

Cessie worked slowly, methodically, feeling Leon tense beneath her.

She took the head in her mouth first, sucking and swirling with her tongue.

The warmth of him, the low rumble of his breath, the way his body responded to her—it was heady, powerful in a way that made her heart race and her pussy clench in desperate need to have his cock inside her there rather than in her mouth.

She adjusted her position, one arm braced between his thighs, hand gripping the base of his cock to angle it to her mouth.

She took him deeper, letting the smooth crown slide along the roof of her mouth until it touched the back of her throat.

Pointing her tongue, she traced the vein along the underside of his cock.

His hips jerked, and the hand still in her hair held her still so when he thrust up, his cock slipped deeper into her mouth.

He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, though quickly swallowed.

She tried to pull back, but his hand held her firm.

He wanted her to push past the gagging. Taking a breath through her nose, she took him deeper still, swallowing over and over to stop herself from gagging.

When her lips met her hand, his grip on her hair relaxed and he stroked the curve of her ear with his thumb.

She held it as long as she could, then pulled back just enough to gulp in air.

She found her rhythm, though she was painfully aware she used to be better at this.

Some of her lack of skill could be blamed on the angle, but most was lack of practice.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t sucked his cock recently, but a few licks and sucks as part of foreplay or an occasional Sunday morning blowjob were entirely different than getting her mouth regularly fucked.

Her stamina was shit—her jaw muscles were already starting to ache, given how thick he was.

Still, she worked him methodically, focusing on the head when she needed to catch her breath or rest her jaw a little, though she never took her mouth off him. After a few moments she was able to move her hand and take him all the way into her mouth and throat, until her nose touched his pelvis.

His cock was rock hard, his hips thrusting up every time she took him all the way.

Cool air and bright light flashed over her as he flipped the blanket back. She looked up at him through the veil of her lashes, his cock in her mouth.

Leon’s expression was raw, all affection and hunger tangled together. His hand drifted to her cheek, thumb brushing lightly along her jaw in a touch so tender it made her chest ache.

Cessie redoubled her efforts, keeping her pace steady, purposeful.

She felt him tense, heard the low warning murmur of her name.

She loved being both powerful and powerless.

Powerful because she could make this big, beautiful man lose control.

Powerless because she knew if she tried to tease him or edge him right now, he’d grip her head, hold her still, and fuck her face until he came in her mouth.

His hand suddenly knotted in her hair, holding her still as he thrust up into her mouth in hard, quick strokes. She braced herself and focused on taking him—keeping her throat open, her mouth and jaw soft.

He came with a groan, the thick heat of his cum hitting the back of her tongue. She gagged once, a small, involuntary sound, but she managed to swallow, blinking quickly as her eyes watered.

If this had been a Sunday morning blowjob back in their apartment, she would have rolled away by now.

Instead, she snuggled up against him, half lying on one of his legs, cheek against his hip, his softening cock still in her mouth.

She licked and sucked softly, remembering the weekend they’d had at Las Palmas where she’d been his “cock warmer” the goal of the weekend to have his cock in her in some way as often as possible.

She’d spent a lot of time with his cock in her mouth.

They lay like that for a while, the morning sun casting gold light all around them.

“Come here, baby.”

Cessie went willingly, crawling up beside him and pillowing her head on his shoulder, her breasts pressed to his ribs, her hand resting over his heart. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand smoothing down her back in long, slow strokes.

"You’re incredible," he murmured against her hair.

Cessie smiled, a quiet, private thing she didn’t bother trying to hide. She pressed her face into his chest and let herself rest there, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

There was a niggling doubt in the back of her mind, a surety that as amazing as this trip already was, it would change nothing once they got home.

She shifted, as if repositioning herself would let that nasty thought slide away.

That’s when she caught sight of their suitcases sitting by the door.

Yesterday when they got in to their private suite, she’d unpacked both their bags—toiletries in the bathroom, fetwear laid out on the matching chairs in the small seating area.

She hadn’t unpacked everything, instead putting their packing cubes still full and zipped into drawers before stashing the suitcases in the closet.

But now the suitcases were by the door, and she had a sinking surety that everything she’d unpacked had been repacked.

Cessie squeezed her eyes closed as her throat tightened with tears. Surely, she’d cried enough last night that there were no more tears left in her.

Except the scene had broken her control, her walls. She was vulnerable, and she didn’t think she could stop the tears.

She rolled away, slipping off her side of the bed, and without a word, disappeared into the bathroom.

What she found there confirmed what the packed bags had said. Her toiletries were missing except for her toothbrush. There was an outfit waiting for her—a soft cotton tank dress she liked to wear around the house on weekends. A pair of sandals were waiting under the vanity.

He’d left out a toothbrush and clothes but packed up all the rest of their stuff for them to leave.

Cessie let her face crumple in silent tears, turning on the water just in case a sound escaped. She forced herself to brush her teeth and wash her face. Then she wet a washcloth and cleaned herself up—a shower sounded lovely, but now she just wanted to leave. To be anywhere but here.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was loose around her shoulders—it was never loose. She always wore it in a bun at work, and normally braided it at night so it wouldn’t tangle. She looked wild and free. Except for her eyes, which were red from holding back tears.

Filling her palm with cold water, she bent over the sink, pressing the cold liquid to each eye in turn. The shock of it helped ground her.

She couldn’t stay in this bathroom forever.

She finger-combed her hair until it lost the well-fucked look, then pulled it into a loose braid. She didn’t have a hair tie, but there was one in her purse, so having it in a braid that would slowly unravel would have to do.

Leon had forgotten to leave out a bra or panties, but she had no intention of walking out there naked, so she pulled on the dress, hissing as the fabric slid against her tender nipples. As ready as she could be, Cessie stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and shoes on.

Leon was also dressed, in loose sweats and a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps. His feet were bare, and he was sitting in an armchair, once more reading his book.

He looked up as she walked out.

“I’m ready to go.”

He carefully closed the book and set it aside. “Go where?”

“Leon, I’m not in the mood. You packed all our shit while I was asleep, so clearly we’re leaving.”

“Aren’t you going to ask why I packed?”

“You want to play games?” Cessie’s lip curled in anger and disgust. Both emotions were easier to deal with than hurt and resigned sadness.

“You saw the suitcases, got out of bed, and didn’t say anything to me.”

“The same way you didn’t say anything before you packed?”

“For fuck’s sake, Cessie, talk to me .”

“This is me talking to you. Let’s go. If we’re leaving, I want to leave now before—” She cut herself off.

“Before what?” He rose slowly, the dark look in his eyes almost threatening.

“Before you let yourself feel something? Before you make the mistake of actually having a conversation with me rather than walling yourself up and making sure you’re so busy and tired every minute of every day that we barely talk? ”

Cessie wanted to slap him. She’d never wanted to hurt another person before until that moment.

“That’s right, baby. You’re pissed, aren’t you? Tell me. Show me.”

But Cessie didn’t move. She was trapped in her own thoughts, her body held in stasis.

The dark look faded from Leon’s face. His expression softened to disappointment. “But you can’t, can you? You won’t even ask me why I packed up our stuff because you don’t trust me.”

“It’s not that…”

“It is. At the root of it. If you trusted me, you’d be curious, maybe even suspicious. But you wouldn’t have immediately retreated.”

“So, what. This is a trick?” She pointed to the bags.

“No, because we are leaving, we’re just switching rooms.”

Cessie stared at him for a long moment. She started to tear up again.

“Damn it.” She pressed her hands over her face, embarrassed. “I never cry.”

“I know, baby.” He gently but firmly pulled her hands away from her face. “That’s part of the problem.”

She looked up at him, and it was almost physically painful to feel hope blossoming once more. “You never cry.”

“That’s because I’m a mean bastard.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Aww.” He grinned. “It’s cute when you’re delusional.”

Cessie laughed. She knew how he seemed to other people. She didn’t actually have much of a social life, but the few times they’d met up with her fellow residents and their spouses at bars, she’d seen the wary way they acted around him, even when—or maybe because—he only said a few words.

“Leon?”

“Yes?”

“Why are our bags packed?”

“We’re moving to a private cabin. We need the privacy.”

“Because of what you have planned.”

He released her wrists and slid an arm around her waist, turning her to the door. “Yes.”

“Remind me what that is…?” Cessie tipped her head back and to the side, fluttering her lashes as she looked at him.

“You can try guessing at breakfast. Then, once I confirm the special equipment I requested is there, we’ll move to our private cabin.”

“Special equipment?” she squeaked.

Leon grinned, then gave her ass a firm swat to get her moving.