Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(60)

As soon as she complied, Bennett stroked her slit, while his mouth kept up the

relentless assault on her neck.


Ainsley shifted her hips, wanting more contact.


“Be still,” he warned sharply, nipping her skin in admonishment.


Hard to be still when her whole body vibrated. When she already dangled so close to the

edge. Which was ridiculous because he’d been touching her for like two minutes, tops.

Over her panties.


“Stop thinking.”


Her breathing became choppier yet when Bennett’s free hand cupped her breast. The

sensations of his mouth and finger stroking her, almost in tandem, were too good, too

much, too intense, too intimate. She needed to wiggle free and find her wits.


“Be. Still.”


“I can’t. I’m too—”


Bennett sucked on that magic spot the same time he pinched her nipple hard. His thumb

pressed against her clit and she detonated. Every pulse point in her body throbbed in

time to the blood pulsing in her clit.


Ainsley lost herself then. Her mind became blessedly blank. When she raised her head,

he withdrew his hand from under her skirt. He straightened her bra and blouse.


“You respond so well to me,” he murmured.


“Yes, you’re definitely a master at what you do.”


A harsh look darkened Bennett’s face. “I don’t have a playbook. I’m not thinking,

if I stroke her * fourteen more times she’ll cream on my hand.”


Ainsley knew he’d intentionally used crude language to drive home his point. “I’m

sorry. That’s not what I meant. I meant you should have that designated Master title

because…well, you are a master at this stuff. It’s a compliment.”


When she looked at him, Bennett was gone. Seemed strange to think of him as two

separate personalities, but he really did have a switch that turned Ben, the easygoing

rancher, into Bennett, the intense Dom.


“I ain’t gonna lie. I want more of that with you. I’ve been kicking this idea around

all day.”


“What idea?”


“I want you as my submissive.”


He wasn’t joking. She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll never be a lifestyle submissive like

Layla.”


“And I’d never demand that of you.”


“What would you demand?”


“Time alone with you. Conditioning you to learn to let go. Showing you how satisfying

it is to entrust me to give you what you need. Proving this is what you’ve always

wanted and who you are.”


“I don’t know enough about this lifestyle to commit to anything long-term, Ben.”


He gave her a considering look. “How about if you commit to it—to me—for one month?

”


That was a workable timeframe.


“A month of you turning all control and decisions over to me.”


Her heart rate spiked. “I need to clarify that you mean all control and decisions…

aside from my job.”


“I have no intent of controlling your career, Ainsley. That’s yours. Everything else

would be mine. If you agree to this, we’ll skip the club scene for the month.