Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(86)

smile, usually so sexy and sure, took on a decidedly wolf-like gleam. “Get undressed

and bend over the arm of the couch.”


Ainsley bit back her question. But the uneasiness wouldn’t go away. Just focus on each

step. She removed every stitch of clothing. She stretched across the couch arm. She

tried to concentrate on how the soft cushion molded against her hips and belly. How the

fabric abraded her nipples.


Bennett crouched beside her. “Do you know the difference between discipline and

punishment?”


Yes. But she had the urge to stall. “No.”


“Discipline is what a Dom uses to remind the sub who’s in charge. Punishment is to

correct offensive sub behavior.” He plucked her bra from the floor and quickly bound

her arms with it.


Neat trick. Okay, scary trick.


When he rolled up her blouse, she understood he intended to use her clothing to truss

her up. That made this lesson more personal somehow. He covered her eyes and tied a

knot at the base of her neck. Everything turned dark and her anxiety increased

exponentially. Why was she naked, bent over, blindfolded and about to let this man do

whatever he wanted to her?


Retreat! Retreat now. It’s not too late.


“Ignore that voice,” Bennett whispered in her ear. “The voice of doubt, the voice of

reason that demands you assert yourself has no place here. The only voice you should be

listening to is mine.”


The deep cadence held a compelling, but rough edge. But when she let go of her fear and

trusted him, when she pleased him, those harsh tones mellowed into warmth. Ainsley

tried to shut off everything but the reality of him: his voice, his touch, his scent,

his presence.


“That’s it.” A single fingertip traversed her spine. “Don’t think. Feel.

Anticipate.”


Sensual touches zigzagged from her shoulders to the top of her butt in a constant

stream of motion. Then the sensation changed into a sharp bite of pain in a dozen

separate spots on her body.


She pushed up from the couch, only to have Bennett pushing her down.


“Let. Go.”


She did and it was a glorious place to be, completely under his care and control.


Caresses slithered over her back, sending goose bumps blooming outward, increasing her

awareness of new erogenous zones. As soon as she became used to the tickling touch of a

dozen different points of contact, they morphed into pinpricks of fire that seared her

skin.


The teasing stroke followed by several stinging snaps went on for several rounds. The

hard/soft combination awakened her nerve endings, sending her to the place where

pleasure bled into pain and became one. She existed in the moment, in his attention.


That’s when Bennett stopped. Curling his hands over her shoulders, he pulled her

upright and unbound her hands. “You’re beautiful in obedience, angel.”


He tantalized her with erotic kisses that increased the dizzying, floating sensation.

She was vaguely aware of moving. Of his callused hands gripping her hips as he guided

her backward.


“Up on the bed. Hands on the headboard.”


Despite the commanding tone, he helped her into the position. He made her wait, but he