WARNING: More smut!

Chapter 26—Doomsday

Ranger reached for the plate on the nightstand, bringing it over and setting it in the center of my chest. I gasped as the coldness of the china hit my overheated chest. My left nipple was tingling and throbbing where he'd bitten and tongued it, but the right was still aching for attention.

I looked at the plate. Cheesecake and fresh strawberries. It looked delicious, but I wanted Ranger more.

"Can I just have you for dessert instead?" I pleaded.

"It's not time for that, Babe. I'm not even close to being finished with you."

I stared at him. "Okay, dessert then. But you'll have to uncuff me so I can eat it."

He just grinned his wolf grin and grabbed a strawberry by the stem, taking a small bite off the end, chewing and swallowing. I watched the shadows shimmy over his Adam's apple as he swallowed, and my tongue slipped out to lick my lips as I thought of the flavor of his throat, of his chest, of his…

I jumped, almost upsetting the plate of cheesecake as he swiped the juicy bitten part of the strawberry over my right nipple. "Oh God, Carlos, please…" I begged.

He lowered his head and gave the nipple several quick cat-licks, finally sucking it gently to remove the last of the juice. "Mmmm, that's delicious," he said, and I knew he wasn't talking about the strawberry.

He traced the juicy berry over my lips and followed with his mouth, cleaning my lips and then pressing between them, his tongue finding mine and dueling with it. And then he repeated the whole procedure again and again, small bite of strawberry, nipple treatment, lips, kiss, until I was dizzy and sobbing, begging him for release, from the cuffs and from my frustration.

"Not yet, Babe. I'm still in control, and we're doing things my way."

Ranger took a forkful of the cheesecake and waved it over my mouth, and I strained my neck up, trying to reach it. Keeping it just out of my reach he swept it over to the underside of my arm where it was exposed, depositing it there.

The coldness of the dessert gave me goosebumps all over, and I turned my head toward it, stretching out my tongue for a taste. I could just reach it, and I sucked it into my mouth, swallowing it and licking clean the spot on my arm.

"Oh, Dios, Babe, you're weakening my control again," he said. "It's my turn."

He scooped up some cheesecake on a finger and painted it down my body, rubbing some onto each nipple, and drawing a line down my belly. Last night while he was demonstrating how good he is in the shower, Ranger shaved me down there, leaving me bald as a cue ball.

The sensation as he smeared cheesecake all over my smoothly shaved mound was beyond exquisite, making me thrash and jerk against the handcuffs. Moaning, I spread my legs wide, aching for him to touch me down there. He smeared sticky sweetness everywhere except that spot, prompting me to beg, "Ranger, please, I need you to touch me."

"I will, babe, as soon as I finish my dessert."

I cried out again and again as his mouth followed the path, cleaning the cheesecake from my chest and belly, going back up to lave and suck my nipples. When he finally cleaned off all around my center, his tongue stroked across my clit, and I screamed out his name in violent climax, my legs twitching and my body flailing.

"Babe," he wrenched out, licking at the flood of wetness between my legs. "You taste like ambrosia, like the nectar of the gods." And he applied his mouth to me, licking me over and over, sucking my clit into his mouth, then thrusting his tongue into my depths. Groaning, he repeated his actions again and again, until I wasn't sure where one orgasm left off and the next began.

My breath was coming in gasps and short sobs. "Please, Carlos, please, I need you inside me. Please."

Finally, finally he said to me, "It's time," and rolled on top of me, entering me abruptly. I was so wet that his cock just skated in without any resistance at all, and I could feel myself clench around his heat as another orgasm overtook me. "Carlos," I cried out.

"Babe." He tensed and held very still as my body contracted around him.

He waited until my writhing slowed and then began to move slowly in and out. I was still short of breath and with each withdrawal I gasped in, with each push in I huffed out. As my breathing evened out, he increased the pace, until finally, after some unknowable period of time, he was pounding into me.

I could feel the mother of all orgasms building deep down in my womb when all of a sudden he stopped.

"No! Don't stop now!" I wailed.

"I've been fooling myself to think I have any control where you're concerned," he said, reaching to the nightstand drawer for a key and uncuffing me. "You've got all the power, Babe."

He rolled us over, still joined, so that I was on top, telling me, "You're in control."

I was on my knees straddling him, and I sat upright, my hands on his shoulders for balance, and began pumping my hips as his hands held them. We watched each other's faces as I arched my back and moved my hands around behind me to grasp the top of his thighs.

I continued moving up and down, sliding his impressive length in and out of my drenched pussy, circling my hips to rub him against both my clit and my g-spot. With a roar, he threw his head back, eyes closing, using his grip on my hips to lift me higher and higher with each stroke, bringing his cock all the way out and then slamming it back in.

I arched even more, my head thrown back so far my hair was tickling my ass, brushing across his thighs. All at once he raised his head and shoulders, bringing his mouth to my nipple and sucking so hard I screamed out, "Carlos," exploding with the force of a hydrogen bomb. I was so overwhelmed with it that I was barely aware of him crying out my name and erupting inside me again and again. Time just seemed to stop, and I was mindless, conscious of nothing but the cyclone sweeping through me, lasting for hours, forever, my body floating away into nirvana.

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"Babe… Babe." I became aware of Ranger's voice floating through the haze that enveloped me. I was lying on my back, and I struggled to open my eyes, to respond to his voice. I finally dragged my eyes open and blinked, seeing his face only inches from my own. He was beside me, but up on his elbow, hovering over me, holding me close, his hand cupping the back of my head.

"Too early," I managed to mumble. "Don' wanna get up."

"Babe, wake up and talk to me."

"Tired. Need sleep."

"Babe, I need you to wake up first. I need to know you're okay."

"I'm okay, I'm awake." I tried to sit up, but dizziness forced me back down. "What time is it?"

"Just after midnight."

"Midnight! I must have just gone to sleep."

"Babe, you didn't go to sleep. You fainted again."

Oh. I tried to remember. I remembered being handcuffed to the bed, Ranger making me crazy for him. I remembered him releasing me and flipping us over. I remembered the doomsday orgasm, and that was it.

"Water?" I asked. I was really thirsty.

Ranger grabbed the unopened bottle from the bedside table and twisted the cap off. His arm slid under my shoulders and helped me sit up so I could drink.

I tilted the bottle up and started gulping, but Ranger tipped it down and pulled it away. "Babe, wait, slow down a little. Just sip it. One swallow at a time."

I slowed down, but kept taking swallows until the bottle was almost empty. Even after all that I still felt kind of thirsty, but I was now awake enough to notice the stickiness between my legs and underneath me. I needed a shower.

"Thanks. That's better," I told Ranger. "I need to clean up a bit."

I swung over to the side of the bed and stood up, but the dark spots appeared in front of my eyes and I dropped back down, putting my head between my legs. Feeling Ranger's warm hand on the back of my neck pressing down, I knew to push up against it, and the dizziness cleared.

This time I took my time standing up, and Ranger was right there next to me, his arm around me, helping me into the bathroom.

"I'm okay now," I said, smiling at his still-concerned face. "Really, all better. I just need to get cleaned up a bit."

"Okay, Babe, but if you're in here too long I'm coming in after you." Wolf grin.

When I got out of the shower, for the second time that night I found nightwear on the vanity. This time, however, it was one of Ranger's black t-shirts and a pair of black cotton-knit panties with the RangeMan logo embroidered across the front in purple. I smiled. He knew me so well. Sexy negligees were for fun, but his t-shirts were for serious sleeping.

The candles were no longer burning in the bedroom, and Ranger was back in his black sweats, just finishing making the bed. Awww, he changed the sheets. That was so sweet. He'd probably get all badass and military if I told him he was sweet, so I just nodded toward the bed and said, "Thanks."

He pulled back the covers, propped some pillows up and lifted me in as if I weighed nothing, sitting me up and covering my legs with the sheet. "I called Bobby. He's going to take a look at you."

"Ranger, I'm perfectly fine. I feel normal now."

"Babe, most women don't pass out from being kissed or having an orgasm."

"How do you know? Are you an expert on the subject of women's orgasms?" He started to open his mouth, but I quickly interrupted. "Wait, never mind, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

"Just yours, Babe. Now humor me for once. Let Bobby check you out. Please."

Damn him, using the one word he knew I couldn't say no to. "All right, but just to make you happy."

He gave me the full 200 watts, then walked to the bedroom door and ushered Bobby in.

"Hey, Steph, what's up?" Bobby was carrying his black leather medical bag, and his professional eye looked me over, evaluating, doing whatever it was that medics did.

"I'm fine, Bobby. Ranger's just a little bummed because I fell asleep on him."

Bobby choked, and then slapped on a blank face, careful not to look at Ranger. "Well, let's just make sure everything is okay."

He gave me a rapid exam, checking my temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and who knows what else. Then he pulled a syringe and some vacuum tubes out. "I'm just going to take a couple of vials of blood so we can check your blood sugar, blood count, stuff like that."

"Raaangerrr," I whined, giving him my pleading puppy dog eyes.

Ranger climbed into the bed next to me and pulled me over to sit between his legs, wrapping his arms around me and holding my back tight against his chest. "Come on, Babe, you won't feel a thing."

I pouted but gave my arm to Bobby, and with Ranger's lips on my neck and his voice whispering Spanish in my ear, I barely noticed the blood drawing.

When Bobby was finished packing up his bag he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Steph, your blood pressure is pretty low, so I want you to drink some Gatorade tonight to get some electrolytes into you. And it wouldn't hurt to keep drinking it over the weekend."

He paused for a moment and had some kind of ESP conversation with Ranger. Then he continued, "Since you need to have a physical as part of your employment here at Rangeman, I'm going to schedule it for Monday. That way we'll know for sure there's nothing else wrong."

I started to open my mouth, but Ranger spoke first. "Babe, every RangeMan employee needs to have a physical when they start, and then one every year after that. It's part of your employment contract."

He knew damn well I didn't read the employment contract. I didn't even know what my salary was, just that it was enough to piss off Zero.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Well, if you two overprotective nannies are finished with me, can I go to sleep now?"

Bobby got the hint and headed for the door with a "Good night."

Ranger slipped out from behind me, walked Bobby out, and came back with a bottle of Gatorade. "Drink this, Babe," he told me, disappearing into the dressing room and reappearing a few seconds later wearing his silk boxers.

I was still thirsty, so I drank about half the bottle before capping it and setting it on the nightstand. "Okay, boss, I drank as much as I could. Now can I go to sleep?"

"Smartass." Climbing into bed, he flicked off the lights and pulled me over to him, his kiss light and lingering. "Good night, Babe. I love you."

"Love you too, Carlos. Night."

It was so perfect lying there in his arms that it took me all of about thirty seconds to fall fast asleep.

TBC