Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(136)

“You said I could convince—”


“Huh-uh.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m waitin’.”


“I’m supposed to strip right here in the kitchen?”


“You can strip over by the bar, which you’re supposed to be on, nekkid, if memory

serves. Every time you open that pretty mouth to argue I’m takin’ note.”


“But—”


“You are surely tryin’ my patience today, woman, and that will reflect in your

punishment.”


“Fine.” Ainsley stomped across the room, throwing clothes over her head like confetti

as she peeled them off her body.


Ben would find it funny if he wasn’t so damn annoyed with her.


Oh hell, there was a fine sight, her luscious butt shaking as she climbed atop the bar.

She faced him, arms crossed, legs crossed, wearing a very cross look.


“I don’t like your attitude. And I think maybe I’ve been too lenient on you. Or

maybe in the two days we’ve been apart, you’ve forgotten who’s holding the reins.”


The woman actually rolled her eyes.


“Stretch out on your belly.”


“Why—”


Then Bennett was in front of her, his hands curled around her face, pulling her forward

until they were nose-to-nose. “Do you want me to get a gag?”


Her eyes went wide and she shook her head.


“Then do what I tell you.”


Her flesh squeaked against the bartop she obeyed so fast.


“Hands clasped above your head.” After she complied, he ran his hand across her body,

from her ankle up to her shoulder. “Stay put.”


Ben retreated to his bedroom and set his bag of toys on the bed. He transferred the

riding crop, the ping-pong paddle, the medium-sized curved vibrator, the vibrating butt

plug, the leg and arm restraints, and the small bottle of lube to a smaller bag. Just

for shits and giggles, he grabbed the ball gag and his single tail whip.


Ainsley wasn’t meekly stretched out on the bar like a good sub, awaiting his return.

She was in the kitchen messing with the stove.


“Are you still defying me?” he roared.


She yelped, dropping the metal lid. The loud clank after it hit the floor made her jump

again. She bent down to retrieve it, then slammed it on the counter. “I can explain. I

didn’t want the soup to boil over while you were playing with me so I got up and

turned it off.” She aimed her gaze at the floor. “I’m sorry.”



“Not acceptable behavior,” he snapped. “When I say stay put, I mean stay put. You

could’ve asked me to turn off the soup. Instead, you chose to ignore my instructions

and did whatever the hell you wanted. Bad choice. Get back on the bar as you were.”


When Ainsley peeked up at him with those less-than-remorseful eyes, but didn’t move,

he pulled out the whip and snapped it in the air. “Now.”


Another yelp and then she was running across the room, making all of her girly parts

jiggle very nicely.


Christ, his dick went hard and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He put the whip, the

vibrating butt plug, and the ball gag within her view. He stretched her arms above her