She slapped Noah hard on the ass again a couple of times, the sound echoing in the large arena. Noah moaned and shifted his feet.
“He really likes my bare hand on him, but it’s starting to sting, so I’m switching to the crop,” she said, picking up a braided leather riding crop from a small bench. She held the implement up for me to see. “Hence the name of the ranch. Most of them enjoy crops, so the name makes sense.”
Oh, hell yes, I thought before I could help myself. I wasn’t a rider, so I’d never even held one, much less used a crop for its intended purpose. In fact, I’d seen them in the tack rooms of barns I’d worked in, and I can’t say I didn’t think of the sexual connotations back then. It was only a tool. But the implement would save Lorraine’s hand and presumably give Noah the sensation he craved.
Lorraine stepped back. “I’m going to warm you up now.”
She tapped Noah’s pink skin with the tip of the crop, gradually increasing the speed and intensity. Noah shuddered and gasped, trying to stay still under the onslaught, his cock leaking with need.
The sounds of leather on skin filled the space and I tried not to squirm as I watched with wide eyes. Noah loved every minute of Lorraine’s attention, even as the strikes became more forceful and closer together. Lorraine moved around so she could access different parts of Noah’s body. First his buttocks, and then his thighs, then his shoulders and chest.
Noah breathed heavily and whimpered, gasping as a particularly hard flurry of strikes descended on him. Becoming more and more excited, he shifted against the bars and humped the air.
“Easy there. As much as it might thrill Jensen to see you come hands-free from this, I won’t allow it. Collect yourself. I’ll give you a moment.”
Noah sighed as Lorraine snapped on a pair of black nytril gloves and picked up something else from the bench.
The item in question was a large black dildo, realistic, with bulging veins and a definitive head.
She held the object up for me to see. “For your information, each ponyboy has his own collection of toys, exclusive for use on him, for hygiene purposes. In case you were wondering.” She winked, passing me some gloves and a bottle of lube. “You can do the honors. Coat the thing well.”
I couldn’t help a small laugh while I put the gloves on over trembling fingers.
“What?” Lorraine asked with a smile.
“Is that the motto here?”
“Quite.”
I squirted some lube into my hand and began to coat the toy, finding my desire growing while I handled the imitation cock and watched Noah shift from side to side with anticipation.
When I was done, I handed the dildo back to Lorraine. I rubbed my gloved hands together, slippery now, and wondered what to do about cleaning them. “May I please have a towel?” I asked, seeing one on the bench.
Lorraine smiled, rubbing the tip of the dildo along Noah’s crack in a teasing way. “Shame to waste all that lube.”
I blinked, wondering what she meant. Noah whined and pushed his ass out as if he wanted the dildo and he wanted it now.
“If you want, you can stroke him while I play with his ass.” She said those words so sweetly, as if she were asking me if I wanted wine with my dinner. Her deep brown eyes evinced intelligence and warmth beneath her thick lashes as she looked at me.
“You mean, his cock?” I breathed, hardly able to get the words out.
Lorraine’s laughter echoed off the wooden walls. “Yes, Jensen, his cock. I’m sure he’d be happy if you did.” But she gave Noah’s ass a slap with her free hand. “But don’t you dare come. Not till I say you can.”
Noah moaned and shook his head again, grunting as Lorraine fingered him briefly, then pushed the head of the dildo into him.
“Good boy. I know you can take this.”
Lorraine slowly pushed the black dildo into the obedient ponyboy as Noah groaned deep in his chest. My thighs trembled as I moved closer, reaching out to wrap my gloved hand around his arching prick.
Noah cried out, and I stilled my grip, not wanting to push him over the brink when he’d been expressly forbidden to orgasm.
“Oh, yes, you like his touch, don’t you. You like having a cowboy’s hand around your cock,” Lorraine crooned, and I marveled at her ability to dominate in a way both caring and cruel at once. “Well, go on,” she said to me. “I’ll let you know if I think it’s too much for him.”
I nodded, tightening my grip and starting to stroke slowly.
Noah made another sound low in his throat and licked his lips, hands fisting and un-fisting behind his back, the sight of his desperation maddeningly arousing to me. I shifted my feet and tried to concentrate on my task. My tan cotton shorts felt tight, and I knew Lorraine wouldn’t miss that.
“Looks like your cowboy is enjoying himself,” she murmured, twisting and gently thrusting the toy in Noah’s ass. “Are you okay?”
