Whether there had been other girls or not in the past couple of years he didn’t say, and she didn’t honestly want to know anyway, but she did believe that he’d saved their kinky stuff for her and she forced a smile. “I’m glad you did.”
She wanted to apologize for leaving him over things that weren’t his fault, but she wasn’t ready for that deep conversation, not yet. And it was obvious with his expectant, hopeful look, that he was hoping she’d say something about them getting back together, but she couldn’t do that either. Her head was flying in so many directions at once that she couldn’t possibly commit to anything longer than one night.
Tomorrow…well, tomorrow he’d still be half-owner of her ranch. He’d still be the one her dad put in charge over her. She’d still be stuck with a shitty clause that tied her to an education she didn’t want, and every time she thought about any of that mess, she got angry at him and her father all over again.
Tonight was all she had to give him.
“So, you going to use that rope, or have you forgotten how to tie a knot?” she asked, teasing him with a smug little smirk.
He snorted, shaking his head, “You never change. We’ll see if you feel like being a brat once I’m blistering your ass.” He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes as he examined her thoughtfully. “How hard do you want to go?”
She rolled one side of her bottom lip under and gnawed on it as she considered. It had been a while, so her endurance was going to be low, but… “Start slow but take it all the way.”
He looked doubtful, “You sure?”
She was sure that she needed to let go, needed the catharsis, and she couldn’t let herself cry over everything else going on. She knew she could let go and bawl like a baby if the scene was intense enough, but it had been so long. A shiver of fear went through her when she remembered some of their really harsh scenes, and it made her reconsider whether she could handle that.
“I…maybe not all the way. Halfway?”
He seemed to like the idea of that better and nodded as he uncoiled the rope to tie her. Halfway was basically their code for hard enough to leave a few marks, but not hard enough to kill the arousal she was feeling.
One thing that living on a ranch taught you was how to tie good sturdy knots. Learning to wrap the ropes so they didn’t rub her skin raw, even with the silken ropes they used, had taken some time, but eventually Sam had figured it out and he clearly hadn’t forgotten those skills.
And apparently, he’d come up with some new ones since the position he put her in was unexpected and had her staring with surprise that quickly turned to nervousness. He ordered her on her back and secured her hands to an eyebolt in the sturdy headboard before he began to wrap the ropes around her ankles, but instead of tying her legs down he drew themupuntil she was doubled with her knees to her chest and then he restrained her ankles to the top of the bed, too, leaving her in an awkwardly exposed situation.
“What the…what are you doing?” Her face turned bright red and she wiggled, struggling against her bonds in an attempt to find a less revealing position. She had an embarrassingly vivid view of her own sex on display so she knew he could see everything too. Glistening with arousal the folds were spread open like an offering and something about that vulnerability ratcheted up her heat factor to ten.
He laughed. “It’s called the diaper position and it’s perfect for bratty little girls who like to be sassy. I’ve been thinking about tying you this way for a long time, Charlie girl. You hide things. You hide everything you’re thinking and feeling, but you can’t hide much when you’re on display like this, can you?”
His hand went between her legs dipping down into the slick wetness. He stroked a circle around her clit, and she moaned, bucking upwards in need. He held up his fingers so she could see them coated in her own juices and then he brought them to her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered as he pressed them to her lips.
She opened her mouth and they slid in, but her eyes were fixed on his as she tasted herself. A shiver went through her body and a slew of memories of other intimate moments they had shared threatened to overwhelm her. How had she survived without this?
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers free. “I’m sure you remember how to play the game. I’m going to spank you now and I think you’ll find that this position is going to make it hurt, a lot. But you’re going to behave and not struggle too much. You’re going to watch your mouth and keep your attitude under control, or I’ll leave you tied up and horny all night. Clear?”
Part of her knew he’d never actually do it, and all she had to do was say ‘Red’ and it would all stop anyway, but the threat was hotness intensified. “Yes Sir!”
He produced a thin wooden paddle that she remembered all too well. He’d carved it himself and she’d spent ages sanding it down, while sitting bare-assed on a kitchen chair knowing he’d be using it on her when it finally passed inspection. It was thin enough that the sensation it left was mostly sting, with just a little bit of thudding impact to ensure she felt it afterwards.
She watched nervously, unable to stop the flinch that came when he swung it with a nicePop!against her ass. The sound reached her before she felt anything, but her mouth opened in a silent ‘oh’ of appreciation when the fire suddenly flared to life in her rump. He waited just long enough for her to react and then he popped it down on her other cheek.
It was the first time she’d ever been able to see the result of a spankingwhileit was happening. Her eyes widened as she watched the olive skin bloom with a deep pink splotch which slowly faded just in time for the next smack of the paddle to land and darken it back up again. It was fascinating until the burning became too painful for her to think about anything but how much it hurt.
“Ow! Sam, not that hard, please!”
“No, no! I changed my mind, stop!”
“It hurts too much!!”
A series of requests, demands, and pleas spilled out of her as he slowly built up to a brisk spanking that grew steadily harder as it went on. Since she didn’t sayredhe ignored all of it, not even bothering with the traditional reminders that it was meant to hurt, but the minute she lost her temper he stopped short.
“Excuse me, little girl?” he asked. The tone was deadly, and she gulped hard as she realized she’d made a mistake.
“N-nothing, Sir. I didn’t say anything.”
One eyebrow rose slowly as he stared. “Did you just lie to me?”
The words were dangerously calm, and she struggled to shake her head no, even though she had. “I meant…I just meant I didn’t mean it,” she said, trying to mitigate the damage but the words wouldn’t come out right.
