Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(138)

her *. Her wet *. Oh hell yeah. His angel was a sub through and through. She

needed this as much as he did.


Pity she’ll walk away from this lifestyle and from you at the end of the night.

You’ll just become a memory of the weeks she dabbled on the wild side.


Ben had to toss that unsettling thought aside. He turned the vibrator on the lowest

speed, rolling it across those flaming butt cheeks. He said, “Lift up,” and slid the

phallus into her cunt.


Ainsley gasped and tried to squeeze her legs together.


He brushed his mouth across the shell of her ear. “Half done. But if you come before

you get the next twenty lashes? I’ll give you ten more with my hand, understand?”


“Oh God. It’s…vibrating right on my G-spot.”


“I know. And be warned, I ain’t gonna go fast with these last twenty. I like takin’

my time with the crop.”


She moaned. And wiggled that pretty pink butt.


“Get ready to count.” He knew these would sting twice as much because the tissue was

already swollen and he braced himself for her reaction.


She reared up when the blow landed. “Oh, you bastard, that hurts!”


Ben waited for her to realize her error.


“Sorry. Sir. It just…stung. Crap. That was…ah… One. Sir.”


“Good girl.” Ben smoothed his hand over the hot skin, as if deciding where to place

the next mark. Her entire body vibrated in anticipation. The next lash hit the crease

of her thigh.


“Oh, I…f*ck…you…shit… That’s two. Sir.”


By the thirteenth mark, her body still trembled but she’d fallen into a deeper

breathing pattern. Her voice had taken on that dreamy quality as she counted.


At number seventeen, her hips began to bump up and she tried to grind her crotch into

the wood. Ben gathered her hair in his hand and raised her head. Her eyes were glassy

with that mix of pleasure and pain. He wanted to f*ck her so bad he could practically

taste the scream she’d release on his first deep thrust. “Don’t come. You come and I

start over, remember?”


“Please.”


“No. You can take three more, Ainsley. And these three are gonna sting.”


She shuddered, but whispered, “Okay.”


He’d gone into that Dom zone, where their every breath seemed synchronized. Where he

felt sweat breaking out on his body in the same places he saw it on hers. Where he felt

each blow travel from the crop, up his arm and down to the exact spot on his body where

he’d just hit on hers. He swung. Connected with her flesh. She cried out. Not in pain.


“Come on. Two more.” As much as he wanted to level the blows boom boom, he spaced

them out, hyper-aware the anticipation would make the release so much sweeter.


As soon as she rasped out, “Twenty,” he shucked his jeans and rolled on a condom. His

hands shook as he untied her ankles. She moaned, “No,” when he eased the vibrator

out.


Ben crawled up on the bar and hiked Ainsley’s hips into the air. Keeping hold of her

knees, he plunged into that tight, wet heat, and an animalistic snarl burst free.


Ainsley whimpered. He pumped twice more and slipped his hand around to finger her clit.