Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(98)

Then Bennett changed the configuration of the ropes and kept her bound in his bed, but

added a blindfold for variety.


When he maneuvered her body how he preferred, she knew he’d f*ck her however he

preferred. As many times as he preferred.


The first time he f*cked her mouth, angling her head off the bed so she could deep

throat him. He came partially in her mouth, partially on her face.


No soothing touches in the aftermath. Usually he touched or kissed her mouth, murmuring

how sexy her lips looked swollen from sucking his cock.


The second time he f*cked her breasts. Pinching her nipples to the surprising edge of

pain she craved that usually sent her soaring. But he’d stopped. He squeezed her

breasts around his cock and slid his shaft faster and faster until he ejaculated on her

chest. But again, no praise from her Dom, no promises that her compliance would be

rewarded. It was all about him.


Ainsley drifted into a place where she almost could see the events happening from

outside her body. She felt nothing. No pride, no shame, no excitement, no gratitude.

None of the usual submissive high where she knew her acquiescence would please him.

Where she knew her total surrender was prized by him and he’d gift her with an

explosive orgasm.


The third time he f*cked her *, bringing her leg straight up as he drove into her

from the side. Keeping her blindfolded and bound. But he had fingered her clit, with

almost clinical detachment, and got her off.


No sweet kisses, or whispered words or loving touching. Just f*cking. His way.


The last time he’d brought her ankles up and attached them to her bound hands. She’d

laid face down on the mattress, her body pinned like a butterfly, unable to move at all

as he’d lubed her back channel with his fingers and then rammed his cock into her ass

without pause.


This was what she’d feared Bennett would become. Unyielding. Aggressive and unwilling

to provide her with any type of comfort or explanation as he took what he wanted.

Reinforcing to her what it meant to be submissive. Reminding her who had the power and

the control.


The scenes had happened in such rapid succession, she had no idea how much time had

passed when Bennett finally untied her.


If she’d had the strength in her legs, she might’ve run.


If she hadn’t been so confused by Bennett’s sudden change, becoming the caring Dom

she recognized, she might’ve shaken off his loving touches. But he’d shown a Dom’s

care. Massaging blood back into her limbs. Caressing the spots where the rope had

abraded her skin. Running those rough hands over her body, not with punishment, but

with reverence.


Ainsley’s instinct was to give into the sleepiness. She didn’t want to ask him what

she’d done to deserve that treatment. He was accustomed to her reluctance to discuss a

scene immediately after it ended. But this time she wouldn’t let it slide. She

swallowed hard and managed to eke out one word. “Why?”


“So you’d know the difference.”


“Difference between what?”


He bestowed sweet kisses on her lips. “You accused me of usin’ you. What I did to you

tonight? That was usin’ you. Has it ever been like that between us before?”