Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(31)

But that wasn’t all that was red. Ben murmured, “Look at her *. See how wet and

swollen it is? These last ten aren’t punishment for her. They’re her reward for takin

’ the punishment. Understand?”


She nodded against his neck.


Murphy bellowed, “I can’t hear you, sub. Louder.”


“Three. Thank you, S-sir.”


Layla’s voice had taken on a dreamlike quality. The last two blows landed so close to

her cunt she moaned. When Murphy finished, he tenderly smoothed his hands over her

abraded ass. But Layla barely stirred. He dropped his pants. When he reached for the

strap-on, murmurs rippled through the crowd.


Murphy squirted lube on his cock and on the phallus centered above his cock and stroked

both. He drizzled more lube between her butt cheeks. Using both hands, he aligned the

dildo to her * and his cock to her cunt and shoved both in deep.


Layla’s head came up and she wailed.


“Is he…”


“Fucking her ass and her * at the same time.”


She said, “Oh God,” but she didn’t avert her eyes from watching Murphy master Layla.

Murphy slowed his thrusts, sped up and reached around Layla’s thigh to toy with her

clit.


She wailed again. “Please, Sir.”


“Say it, Layla. Say it and I’ll let you come.”


“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry I disappointed and embarrassed you.”


“That’s what I wanted to hear. You’ve earned this.” He f*cked her harder, moved his

hand faster. “Come for me.”


And Layla did. Her body convulsed. She screamed, but they weren’t screams of pain.


Murphy kept reaming her until her body went completely slack. He slowed, leaning over

her to place a tender kiss on her back. He pulled out and bent down, releasing the

spreader bar from between her ankles. After pulling up his pants, he crouched in front

of her and cradled her face in his hands. Wiping her tears, murmuring to her, smoothing

her tangled hair from her face, kissing her with tenderness and fire. He unhooked her

restraints and scooped her into his arms, kissing the top of her head as he carried her

into a private room and shut the door.


Watchers started to scatter.


His sub had craned her head to look at the closed door, so Ben couldn’t read her eyes.


When he placed an openmouthed kiss on her shoulder, she tried to get free from him.

“Hey now. Easy.”


“I can’t… I never…God. That was… I have to…”


Then his sub raced down the hallway like the hounds of hell nipped at her heels.


Chapter Six


Ben caught up with her in front of room four. “Whoa. Where you goin’?”


“I don’t know.”


“Talk to me.”


“I can’t. Not here.”


He herded her into the room.


Immediately she retreated to a corner and sent off don’t-touch-me vibes.


This isn’t the first time you’ve dealt with a skittish sub.


“Angel? Are you upset about the scene with Murphy and Layla?”


“Not upset. It horrified me. I can’t believe I stood there and watched him whip her.