Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(21)

“Don’t deny us this experience, Angel.”


“What is he going to do to her?”


“Spank her.”


“Why?”


“Because she wants it.”


Her belly fluttered. She took a step closer to the scene and Bennett was right on her

heels.


The man wielding the paddle was the business-suit-wearing guy she’d seen at the bar.

He’d ditched the suit jacket and the tie. He’d left the top two buttons of his white

dress shirt undone and rolled up the sleeves, revealing muscled, tanned forearms. His

left hand smoothed over the woman’s curves, from her shoulders to her butt and he

spoke to her in a low tone. Ainsley couldn’t discern specific words but the cadence

was obviously meant to soothe the bound woman.


So the crack of the paddle on the redhead’s flesh startled her. It startled the

redhead too, if her full body twitch and sharp cry were any indication. Before she

could catch her breath, two more blows rained down on each cheek.


The woman jerked against the restraints. The harder she fought, the harder he spanked

her. She begged him to stop. He didn’t even pause.


Bennett must’ve sensed her question. “An overseer makes the rounds every ten minutes

to check that things don’t get out of hand.”


“She looks like she’s in pain.”


“She is. But that’s what she wants.” His lips brushed the top of her ear. “Would

you like that? Your beautiful ass bared for everyone to admire? Letting me run my hands

all over it before I spank it? And running my mouth all over it to feel the heat on my

face after I spank it good and hard?”


“I…” Good Lord, she couldn’t even speak.


“Look at her face. See how it’s changed? She’s trusting her partner to take her to

that point where her body craves the connection of his hand on her ass. Where she only

feels the warmth, the pleasure, and the care he’s showing her, trusting he’ll give

her the release he built for her.”


With the way Bennett offered a sensual step by step, Ainsley mentally traded places

with the woman restrained to the bench. Her ass glowed bright red. Her head spun as

Bennett kissed her crazily, one hand fisted in her hair, the fingers of his other hand

thrusting in and out of her hot, wet sex. Her shuddering, shaking orgasm reverberated

in Bennett’s hungry mouth.


She groaned softly, intending to turn away, but her face met Bennett’s warm neck. She

shifted her legs together as she tried to dodge him, but he wasn’t having any of it.

He flattened his palm on her lower abdomen, holding her in place.


“Are your panties wet?” he murmured. “What would you do if I slipped my hands under

your robe to find out?”


“Don’t. Please. Not here.”


He half-growled, “I’m allowing it only because you’re in charge tonight.”


The last thing she felt right now was in charge.


“But if I was wearin’ that gold bracelet? I wouldn’t give you a choice.”


Her whole body trembled. And he knew it.


“Come on. Let’s see what else will get you whipped into a frenzy.” Bennett kept his