Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(73)

Ben didn’t stop stroking her wet folds as he spoke. “Then you’ll learn the

difference between punishment and discipline pretty damn quick.”


“Is this punishment?”


“No.” He swept his thumb over her clit. “This is discipline.” He brushed his lips

below her earlobe. “Don’t come. No matter what I do, you don’t get to come.”


“But—”


“This is not up for discussion. You will not come. Not now, not at your house. Your

orgasms belong to me. They’re my responsibility. You don’t control them anymore.

Understand?”


“Uh-huh.”


Ben pushed two fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot, while gently strumming her

clit. “Say yes, Bennett, I understand.”


“Yes, Bennett, I understand.”


He teased, tortured and tormented her. Taking her to the edge several times, seeing if

she’d disobey and throw herself over. He skimmed her jawline with light kisses. “How

close are you?”


“Very. God.”


Ben flipped her onto her back and started kissing down the side of her neck.


“Don’t. Please.” Ainsley twisted her head away.


Which caused Ben to grab her hair and pull slightly. “Stay. Still.”


She whimpered softly.


“I adore your body, angel.” Ben kissed the hollow of her throat. The tops of her

breasts. “I intend to play with it, however I want, for as long as I want. Testing

your limits and mine.” He kept finger f*cking her, studying her reactions, from the

anxious expression on her face, to the hard tips of her nipples, to the flexing of her

toes and the clenching of her jaw. When he heard that swift intake of breath, he

removed his hand from between her thighs.


Her entire body drooped against the mattress, but she wasn’t relaxed.


“You did good.” Ben turned her on her side so they faced each other. She sighed as he

continued to intersperse tender kisses with languorous caresses. “You ready to talk?”


Ainsley slowly opened her eyes. “Talk? Aren’t we going to…” Her gaze dropped to his

crotch and the outline of his fully erect dick.


“Fuck? Make love? Have wild sex? Not tonight.”


“Oh.”


“You’re gonna tell me your hard limit. One thing that’s an absolute no.”


“Only one thing?”


“Yep. You won’t know if other things on your very long dislike list would actually be

a like unless you try it. Fair warning: I’ve only got a month with you, so I wanna

give you a taste of everything.”


“Everything?”


“Everything but your one thing. So what’s it gonna be?”


She blurted, “You using one of those scary bullwhip or snake whips on me is an

absolute no.”


Damn. No single tail. “Okay.”


“You just accept that?”


“Yes. Because you only get one. Everything else is a possibility.” Ben smooched the

frown between her eyebrows. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”


“Like what?”