Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(72)

turned you off.”


“You’re more interested in what I didn’t like than what I did?”



“I’m pretty confident I can figure out what you like.” He pressed his thumbs onto a

knot beside her right shoulder blade.


“Oh. I like that. You hit it. Right. On. The. Money.” Another sexy moan of delight.

“You have magic hands.”


“Tell me one sex fantasy that ain’t in a book.”


Ainsley didn’t answer.


He stopped the massage. “Tell me or no more magic fingers.”


She groaned and said, “Fine, I have a stranger fantasy. It’s dark. I wake up and

notice him in the shadows. I’m freaked out and then he starts saying all these sexy

things. How he’s whacked off imagining how it’d be to touch me. How he knows what I

sound like when I climax because he’s watched me touching myself. He does all sorts of

sexy, naughty things to me and then he just leaves and I never knew who he was.”


Ben kissed her temple “See? That wasn’t so bad.”


“I’d hate for you to think I’m the boring banker type with no imagination.”


His chuckle vibrated against her neck. “The last damn thing you are is boring. So tell

me more about these books. Specifically what you don’t like.”


“I don’t like the master and slave mentality of the BDSM relationships. Where the

subs are always expected to kneel at the Dom’s feet. Or when they have to keep their

heads lowered and eyes averted, not only for their Dom but also for all other Doms, in

a club situation. I don’t like how the subs are supposed to walk three steps behind

their Doms. I really didn’t like the leash and collar thing.”


“Were you disappointed that you didn’t see any of that goin’ on in the Rawhide?”


“God no.”


“That’s a pretty long list of dislikes.”


“I was just getting started.”


“I’ll keep that in mind.”


Ainsley jerked up. “Now that I’ve told you my fantasy and dislikes, will you use them

against me?”


Ben pushed her back down. “You know, I’m a little tired of you jumping to the worst

conclusion when it comes to me and who I am as your dominant. I get that you wanna know

ahead of time everything I have planned for you, Ainsley, but guess what? It ain’t

happening.” He grabbed the tie and said, “Arms behind your back.”


“But, I didn’t mean—”


“Now.” As soon as her arms were in place, he tied her wrists together. He spread her

legs and slicked up his fingers with the lube. “Angle your hips so I can reach your

*.”


She had to push up on her knees, and she didn’t look comfortable, but she didn’t

argue.


Ben’s fingers traced her slit. “A massage makes you wet?”


“Only when you give me one.”


“A total suck-up answer.”


Ainsley moaned when he slipped a finger inside her.


“You need to concentrate on my voice and listen to what I’m telling you.”


“It feels so good. What if I can’t concentrate?”