Y'all are dirty, and I love it.

Deacon stood in the dark corner of the hotel bar watching as Rayna talked to an older gentleman with black hair, specks of grey dotting the hair at his temples. Deacon watched as the man's eyes flicked over Rayna's exposed cleavage before he dragged his eyes back up to Rayna's face. He said something to her, and Rayna laughed, throwing her head back and touching him on the arm. She leaned forward then and kissed him on the cheek. It was a friendly peck on her part, but Deacon watched as the guy leaned in to her with his hips.

As Rayna turned and walked away, her hips swaying as she did, Deacon's gaze was focused on the guy, whose gaze was trained on Rayna's tight ass. The guy watched until Rayna had left the bar, and then he stared at the empty doorway before shaking his head and turning back to the bar where he picked up his glass of scotch and downed the rest of it in one gulp.

Deacon watched him for a moment longer and then smirked, heading to the elevator bay. He felt the jealousy course through his veins and a massive shot of arousal followed. There was something about other men looking at Rayna lasciviously that turned him on—especially when he knew full well that she was his, even if she flirted back as she very obviously had tonight.

Walking up to her suite, Deacon knocked languidly on her door, balancing himself with one hand against the doorjamb. When she opened it, he gave her a lazy grin, but his gaze was smoldering.

Rayna smiled when she saw him, "Hey, stranger." She said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her against him, "Hey, baby," He said, "How did pressing the flesh for Highway 65 go?" He asked, his voice falsely innocent.

Rayna immediately froze and pulled back from him, watching his face, "You were there." It wasn't a question. She narrowed her eyes at him and then stepped inside the room.

He followed her, closing the door behind him. She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him.

"He wanted you." Deacon's voice was ragged. "Not that I'm surprised. They all want you. But he did, especially."

Rayna looked at him and her breathing came shallow when she saw the look in his eyes. She had been flirting tonight, and especially with that programmer; the fact that Deacon had seen her doing it turned her on. He always got so possessive when she flirted, his jealousy taking over. She always pretended it annoyed her, but it secretly thrilled her. Secretly, she knew he got an erotic thrill out of watching other men respond to her.

"Deacon…" Her tone was warning, but she knew he wouldn't heed it; knew she didn't want him to.

His gaze flickered to her lips, "But you're mine, aren't you, Rayna?" He asked, pulling her towards him a bit roughly. He leaned down so his breath fell on her lips, "I think maybe I need to remind you of that, though." He kissed her roughly, his tongue thrusting into her mouth before he pulled back; his hand tangling in her hair, he yanked her head back and she gasped, lust flooding her eyes, "You want me to remind you whose you are? Who you belong to?" He dropped his head and ran his tongue up the exposed column of her neck.

"Yes." She hissed, arousal dripping off her word.

He tightened his grip on her hair and let out a sexy chuckle against her lips, "I thought you might." He released her hair, "Get naked." He commanded.

Rayna felt a sharp pang of arousal between her legs and she quickly shed her clothes. When she was naked, he dragged his gaze up and down her body, nodding appreciatively.

"Bedroom." He ordered, pointing in the direction of the bedroom. He growled in the back of his throat as he watched her walk to the bedroom of the suite. That programmer certainly didn't get to see her like this: Naked, turned the fuck on, and taking his commands. Only Deacon got to see her like this, and he fucking loved it.

When Deacon walked into the bedroom, Rayna was perched on the end of the bed, leaning up against it. She looked at him expectantly, wondering what he had in store for her. Deacon ran his eyes up and down her body again knowing he'd never get enough of looking at her, knowing he'd never see anything sexier than Rayna like this, ready and willing.

Deacon's eyes fell to the bed behind her, "What a coincidence," He stared at her, "A four poster bed." He remarked in a way that let her know this was, in fact, no coincidence.

Deacon walked over to his bag and withdrew six long silk ties from it. Watching him, Rayna's mouth fell slightly open as realization spread through her. He was going to tie her up. A shot of exhilaration ran through her body. She'd always particularly enjoyed when he tied her up, and he hadn't tied her up in over a decade. Her mind flashed back to a hotel room a few years ago, her hands behind her back as she desperately ground herself down into a chair for release. Okay, so he hadn't fully tied her up in over a decade.

But he was going to fully tie her up tonight; he was going to make her nearly immobile. At the idea, she felt heat immediately between her legs. Sexually, she'd always been at his mercy, but damn it was hot when that fact manifested itself physically.

"Oh, you know what I'm going to do to you tonight, don't you?" His voice was playful, but it had an edge. He nodded, "Spread eagle on the bed."

Rayna climbed up on the bed, biting her lip as she watched him gather the ties. He grabbed her right wrist, looping the tie around her wrist and attaching it to the bedpost. He did the same with her left wrist, and then caressed his hand down her body to her left leg. Gingerly picking her foot up, he looped the tie around the post and around her ankle, tugging on it to make sure it was secure. He did the same to her right ankle, and then stood back to survey his handiwork.

Rayna lifted her head to look at him as his gaze ran up and down her tied up limbs, skated over her breasts, and fell on her center.

"Look at you," He breathed, not taking his eyes from her pussy, "All tied up for me." His gaze was dark as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. He moved to the side of the bed, "All tied up for me to…" He dropped his mouth to her ear, "Use."

Heat spread through Rayna's body, "Fuck," she whispered, her head falling back down on the pillow.

Deacon chuckled and then brought a silk tie up to her eyes; her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted her head up and tied it around the back of her head. Rayna felt herself flush with arousal and squirmed a bit against her restraints, desperate for him to touch her.

Suddenly, she heard the soft click of the bedroom door—"Deacon?" She called out, but he did not answer. She stilled herself and listened for him, but she couldn't hear anything. She tugged on her restraints a bit, enjoying the feeling of being tied up; her stomach flipped a little as she wondered what, precisely, he was up to. "Deacon?" She called again, but still nothing.

Eventually, she heard the door open again, "Where the hell have you been?" She asked, propping her head up off the pillow. "What were you doing?"

Deacon smiled, "Stop asking questions, Rayna, or I'll have to gag you." He walked to the side of the bed, "Actually, I may want to do that anyway." He reached out and ran his hand down the side of her neck, his fingers lightly tracing over the flesh there. He got to the base of her throat and tightened his grip just a little, "Can you think of anything I could gag you with?"

When Rayna inhaled sharply and arched her back off the bed, he traced the back of his fingers down through the valley between her breasts.

"Your cock?" She said, her voice husky with arousal.

"So eager." Deacon chuckled, running his finger over her soft, pink lips, "Maybe later." He brought the last silk tie up to her mouth, "We'll use this for now." He brushed it against her lips, "Open."

Rayna dropped her mouth open and Deacon slipped the silk tie inside her mouth, wrapping it around the back of her head and tying it. He watched as the dark silk became wet, her tongue working itself around the fabric.

"There." He whispered, as he finished off the tie, "Now you're bound and gagged for me."

Rayna whimpered, the sound distorted and slightly muffled by the silk in her mouth.

Deacon stood back to look at her—she was tied to the bed, her legs wide open, silk ties around her eyes and her mouth. He'd never seen her quite like this before, and he felt his cock twitch as he looked at her. He'd been hard since he saw her in the bar, if he was honest, but seeing like this certainly made the blood flow faster.

"You like to flirt, don't you, Rayna?" He asked, his voice rough and dark, "You like to see how men look at your body, don't you? Like to make them want you?" When she nodded, knowing the game he was playing, he chuckled, "Yeah, I thought so. But by the look of things here, it seems like you're very much mine, aren't you?"

Rayna nodded, "Yes," She said, the word muffled by the gag in her mouth.

"Oh, I know you are…" Deacon moved his mouth to her ear, "Slut."

Rayna moaned, arching her back off the bed, her breathing heavy. She loved it when he called her names when they were playing like this. Her body was on fire; she'd been aching for him to touch her since she saw him at the door.

Reading her intent, Deacon kept his mouth on her ear, "You want me to touch you?" He asked, his fingers hovering above her breasts. At her nod, Deacon ran his fingers along her breasts, scraping his fingernails along her flesh. He watched as her nipples hardened, watched as she sucked in breath. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as she pressed herself further into his mouth. He scraped her nipple with his teeth and she gasped again, a little moan piercing the air through her gag.

Deacon trailed his hand down between her legs and ran a finger along her length, grinning at the moisture he found there. He dipped his finger inside of her, swirling it around. When Rayna moaned, he inserted a second finger, pumping it in and out of her. "You're so wet, Rayna," He slid his fingers in all the way, then repeated the process slowly, eliciting a heady moan, "Such a beautiful sight. You all tied up, and so wet for me, my fingers buried deep inside of you." Deacon watched his fingers sliding in and out of her, and groaned. "Having you gagged is nice, but I think I can think of better things for you to do with that pretty little mouth of yours."

With his fingers still inside of her, he used his free hand to untie the gag and tossed it to the side. He withdrew his fingers from her brought them to her mouth. He wiped his fingers across her lips and then forced his fingers inside her warm mouth. She tried to turn her head, but he stopped her with a hand on her throat.

"No." He said, holding her jaw in place, sliding his fingers over her tongue, "Suck." When she obeyed, Deacon smiled, "That's it. That's good stuff."

He removed his fingers from her mouth and Rayna heard rustling followed by a noise she could not quite place.

Without warning, a sensation of pleasure-pain rippled through her, emanating from her left breast, concentrated on her nipple. She let out a little shriek as something either very hot or very cold slid itself across her breasts.

Watching her reaction, Deacon continued his ministrations, leaning his head down to ask, "Is it hot or cold?"

Rayna concentrated on the sensation, felt the way it spread heat through her stomach, but she couldn't place it without being able to see what was happening, "I… I don't know."

Deacon chuckled, trailing the object down her abdomen, "And you don't need to know. The only thing you need to know," He said as he placed the object at her entrance, "Is that you're mine."

He eased it into her and Rayna moaned, sudden pleasure rippling through her. "Deacon," She breathed, as he moved it in and out of her. She gasped as he increased the speed, "What is that?" She asked, the sensation making her feel on edge.

"Do you want to see?" Deacon asked, sliding it all the way out, "Do you want to see what I'm doing to you?" He pushed it back in and pulled it back out.

"Yes," Rayna hissed, twisting her hips as much as she could, tugging on her restraints to try to get a better angle.

"Then guess. Is this hot or cold?" He thrust it all the way in, watching as Rayna's mouth parted, her head falling back. "If you get it right, I'll take your blindfold off so you can watch me." He said, pulling it almost all the way out, then sliding it slowly, god, so slowly, all the way back in again and again. "And if you get it wrong, there will be a consequence."

Rayna bit her lip, trying to focus on the sensation as he slid it in and out of her; her nerves were standing at attention. "Cold?" She said, holding her breath

Deacon stopped, then pushed it all the way in, "Good guess, Rayna," Leaving it inside of her, he moved to the side of the bed and took her blindfold off. Rayna's head shot off the pillow and she looked between her legs as Deacon repositioned himself at the foot of the bed. She noticed that he'd taken his clothes off and she stared at him, noticing how hard he was. "This," He said, sliding it out so she could see, "Is a glass dildo which spent a few minutes in a bucket of ice before spending time in your warm pussy." He pushed it all the way in and Rayna cried out.

"God, Deacon," She said.

He slid it out of her and she whimpered at the loss. Deacon smirked, "Oh, don't worry baby," He said as he dropped the dildo to the floor. "I'll make it up to you." He positioned his head between her thighs, looking up at her. "Watch me." He said, lowering his head to her—he took a long lick, his tongue running up her length, and her head snapped up. He smirked against her as he made eye contact with her, "Watch me eat you out."

Rayna whimpered, her gaze locked on his as he stuck his tongue out lapping at her before he dipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on her stomach and then moved his tongue to her clit, sliding two fingers inside of her. She moaned as he sucked on her, keeping her still with the hand on her stomach so she couldn't pull or twist away from him. She had a tendency to pull away, to ease off the sensations of pleasure so she didn't completely lose control.

"You're gonna come for me, baby," Deacon said, his fingers working in and out of her, "And you're gonna come hard." He said, his eyes locking with hers. He chuckled against her when her eyes went wide, knowing exactly what he meant.

He'd known her body since she was sixteen, he knew his way in and around it, and his tongue moved in quick circles as his fingers pumped in and out of her. Her breathing came quicker and Deacon knew that she was close. He pressed his palm down into her stomach again, holding her down on the bed so she could not pull away from his mouth. He sucked on her, hard, his fingers curling up into her until she cried out.

"Deacon!" She said, her voice a near yell.

He didn't back off, his tongue worked on her faster as he watched her face before he closed his mouth around her bundle of nerves and sucked on it, his tongue flicking over it—he watched her face contort in ecstasy, and she threw her head back letting out a guttural cry, followed by every curse word known to man and a few he was pretty sure she'd just made up. When her head slammed back down into the pillow, he let up on the pressure, his fingers lazily sliding in and out of her as he kissed her, tasting her. When she finally came back down, her head lolled to the side and he chuckled against her, the vibrations sending small sensations of pleasure through her.

"Shit," She said, and then she hummed in the back of her throat, her eyes fluttering open, "Deacon, that was…" She trailed off, unable to fathom or form words for what that was.

He gave her one final lick, giving a little murmur of appreciation as he tasted her on his tongue before he stood up.

Even in her post-orgasmic haze, Rayna's eyes fell to his erection. "Deacon," She said, licking her lips, "I want to…" She trailed off, looking slightly shy.

Deacon smirked, "Use your words, Rayna."

"I want to suck you," She said finally, her voice dark. The shyness nowhere to be found.

"God, Rayna," Deacon breathed out, "I'd forgotten how cock hungry you are." He shook his head. He hadn't forgotten, really, just pushed it out of his mind because he was convinced he'd never have her like this again. His eyes took her in: strapped to the bed, her skin flushed from orgasm, looking hungrily at his cock. He'd never known a sexier woman. "Alright," Deacon said, kneeling on the bed; he pressed his cock against her lips, but pulled back when she opened her mouth to take him in. She pouted, "Don't make me come," He instructed, "I want to fuck you tonight until I feel your sweet little pussy clenching around my cock." He pushed himself forward again.

Greedily, Rayna opened her mouth, taking him in as far as she could. She swirled her tongue around him, moaning when he pulled himself out and pushed back in. Deacon dropped his hand to her hair, twirling a strand around his finger as he moved slowly in and out of her mouth. She sucked him, moving her head as much as she could, her eyes sliding closed. Deacon stilled himself, watching as she moved her mouth on his cock; she made little sounds in the back of her throat and Deacon smirked. She was very, very clearly enjoying herself. Deacon felt his balls tighten and he reached his hand down, stilling her head.

"Fuck," He whispered, as her tongue continued to swirl around him. He was tempted to just pound into her mouth until he came down her throat, but instead he reluctantly pulled out, "It's so hot how much you love my cock in your mouth."

Rayna nodded, "I do."

Deacon grinned, moving off the bed until he was by her legs, "Oh, I know." He reached his hand out and untied her left leg, then her right leg so she could move them. He'd never really enjoyed having her completely immobile while he fucked her.

He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing himself against her entrance—she was ready for him. He took one look at her, her arms tied to the bed, her breasts exposed, lust in her eyes, "You ready for me, baby?" He asked. When she nodded, he pushed inside her, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.

Rayna cursed under her breath as he stretched her open, "Yes, Deacon," She breathed as he moved slowly inside of her.

He gave her a moment to adjust to him, and then he started slamming in and out of her—hard. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, tilting her hips up so he could get a deeper angle. When she gasped, he moved faster, pounding into her, "Tell me who owns this fucking pussy," He breathed, his hands reaching down to pinch her nipples. "Tell me," He said, punctuating the words with hard, deep thrusts.

"You," She said, "My pussy is yours."

"That's right," Deacon reached his hand between them and his fingers began working her clit as he thrust into her, "This pussy is mine, Rayna, and don't you ever forget it." He stroked into her, and she rocked her hips forward meeting his frantic rhythm with equal fervor, "No one can make you come like I can."

He thrust into her, his fingers working her, and suddenly she felt the stirrings of another orgasm. Deacon felt her begin to quiver and he slowed his thrusts, going slow and deep as his fingers played with her. He watched as her face changed and she began to contract around him, her head flipping from side to side as she cried out in pleasure.

"That's it, baby," He said, pulling himself all the way out and pushing himself slowly back in, "Come all over my cock," He pulled all the way out and then pounded into her hard; her ebbing orgasm picked back up again, his fingers brushing over her furiously. She convulsed around him, milking him as he slammed into her desperately searching for his own release.

"Yes," Rayna panted, her breath heavy, pleasure still rolling through her, "Come for me." She met his thrust, "Come inside me, Deacon," She said, clenching her muscles around him, her eyes trained on his face.

He buried himself in her once more and then cried out as he exploded inside of her, his voice ragged as it echoed off the walls. His orgasm rippled through him and he shuddered, thrusting a few more times before he collapsed on her chest, his head nestled between her breasts.

When his breathing had returned to normal, he pressed a soft kiss to her breast and then pulled out of her. He slid himself off the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on her right ankle, then her left ankle. He moved to the head of the bed and untied her right wrist, pressing a tender kiss to her wrist bone. He moved to the other side and released her left wrist, kissing it before he slid into bed next to her.

She rolled her head to the side to look at him and he leaned forward to touch his lips to hers, kissing her softly as he brought his hand up to caress her hair.

"Baby," He said, his fingers skating down over her collarbone, "You are somethin' else."

She sighed against his mouth, and then slipped her tongue inside, kissing him; when she pulled back, she was smiling, "The same could be said about you."

He stared at her, "Thank god you're mine again."

Rayna brought her hand to his face; her fingernails traced the stubble there, "Babe," She whispered, her eyes suddenly serious, "I was never not yours."

Deacon smiled, "Funny," He said, "The same could be said about me."

To be...?