Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(169)

“Is this a pain with sex scene or just pain?”


“Pain with sex.”


“I have history with Zoe, and I might be able to help you both out. I’ll give her the

pain if you’ll handle the sex and aftercare.”


Brian actually looked relieved. “Sounds fair.”


Ben kept his gaze on Brian’s as he spoke to the sub. “Zoe, I’ve already warmed up

with the single tail. You ready?”


“Yes. Sir. Please, Sir.”


“How many?” he murmured to Brian.


“Twenty-three,” Brian whispered back. “You choose the spots. If she stops counting

then you stop.”


“Agreed.” Ben walked forward and slowly ran the whip handle down Zoe’s spine and the

crack of her ass. Her whole body jerked, the chains rattled and she strained to look

over her shoulder at him.


When he moved, her head tried to follow his movement.


“You oughten be watchin’ me, Zoe. You oughta be focused on how you’re gonna breathe

through the first blow. ’Cause I guarantee it’s gonna hurt.”



The crowd murmured behind them.


“Blindfold her.”


Zoe gasped and turned to glare at Ben. “What? No, you can’t—”


Ben grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up. “I most certainly can, because you’re the

one trussed up in chains, not me. And if you don’t show me respect, since this is now

my scene? When I’ve deemed that you are done with the pain portion? I won’t let Brian

touch you. At all. All you’ll feel is pain. Nothin’ else. So choose.”


She lowered her eyes. “I apologize for my behavior, Sir.”


Brian tied on the blindfold.


At the first whip crack, the crowd moved back.


“Brian. Distract her.”


As soon as Brian’s lips touched hers, Zoe relaxed. She arched into him, making soft

noises as he broke the kiss.


“Count. Starting from one.” Ben placed the first blow on the fleshy part of Zoe’s

right shoulder.


“One. Thank you, Sir.”


Ben kept moving, walking closer, letting Brian offer soothing words and caresses as he

marked her skin with random stinging blows. He concentrated the hits on her buttocks

and the backs of her thighs, remembering those as her hot spots. But he felt no

stirring of arousal. No need to caress her skin or take her to the next level. He felt

…tired. Maybe a little used. More than ready to be done with this night.


At Zoe’s full body slump, he let his whip fall to the side. Brian moved in and gave

his sub what she needed.


The crowd parted for him, but all eyes returned to the action at the front.


Ben wanted a shot of whiskey and the comfort of his own bed. He cut down the hallway

when a hand landed on his shoulder, jerking him to a stop. He whirled around and his

cousin Dalton was in his face, wearing a look of disgust.


“What the f*ck was that I just saw, Bennett?”


“Dalton?” Ben glanced at the crowd to see if a monitor was close by. “How did you

get in here?”


“I dropped your name at the door. They let me in with a guest pass.”