He pairs the command with a subtle crook of his fingers, and I can do nothing but obey. I close the distance between us on shaky legs and come to a stop between his thighs. His eyes track my every movement, like he’s drinking in every shift of my hips, ravenous for it. They linger on the tight fit of my cami and shorts, a dark smirk on his lips.
“On your knees, baby,” he says, his voice raspy with need.
I fall between his legs like a puppet with their strings cut, helpless to do anything but listen. My mind is fuzzy with desire and excitement, and I sink into the feeling, the knowledge that he’s watching me so closely. All I have to do is listen.
Is this always what sex with another person is like? I haven’t donemuchwith anyone else, nothing past fumbling handjobs and some heavy petting, but it never felt like this.
Some of the seriousness fades from the set of his broad shoulders, and his smile comes easier this time.
“Look at you,” he says, voice thick with praise. “Sweet little Magnolia, so pretty for me.”
He cups my chin and uses his grip to pull me closer as he leans down. My hands fly to his thighs for support, the denim scratchy beneath my palms. I shudder when his lips meet mine, slow and exploring, like we’ve got all the time in the world. A pleading whine slides up my throat, and he swallows it down with a squeeze of his fingers around my jaw. The noise morphs into a moan when his teeth catch my lower lip and bite down, slowly increasing the pressure until I hiss at the sensation.
I don’t pull away.
He smiles against my mouth as he releases my lip and swipes his tongue over the bite to soothe the sting.
“If only you were this good for me last time,” he murmurs before leaning back. “I still haven’t punished you for lying to me. You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”
My breath hitches in excitement at his words, desire flooding my veins, hot and heady.
“Maybe you need to put me in my place then,” I tease, grinning widely up at him.
His hand drops from my jaw to my throat even as he matches my grin, just as thrilled as I am. He squeezes down lightly, just enough to make my head buzz with lack of blood flow.
“What’d I say, pretty girl?” He shakes me slightly with his grip on my throat, tutting disapprovingly at me. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to.Hush,” he says, cutting off my retort. “You say red if you need me to stop, or you don’t say anything at all. You’ve been bad, Magnolia, and it’s time for you to learn yourlesson. I’m going to spank you with these, and I’m not going to go easy on you.”
He stays still for a few seconds, giving me time to call a stop to this if I want to, but all I can think about is the way his hand looks so huge around the reins and how badly I want him to punish me.
As soon as he’s sure I’m not going to back out, Bennett is a whirlwind of movement. He tugs me up by his grip on my throat and strips me so fast I’m surprised I don’t hear anything rip. My pajamas wind up in a pool on the floor, leaving me bare in the cool air of Bennett’s trailer. Knowing that he’s still in his jeans while I’ve got nothing to cover me only serves to make my heart rate skyrocket even further.
He shoves me down onto his mattress face first, his hand shifting to cup the nape of my neck and pin me there.
I never thought someone having so much control over my body would get me so wet, but I’m already close to dripping. Bennett pays no attention to that, keeping me pinned against his mattress as he slips a knee between my legs and shoves my thighs further apart.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he bends over me, all muscle and heat when he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Stay right there, baby.”
I shake like a leaf when he steps back and trails the reins up my thigh and over my ass. I can smell them, leather and oil and hay. If this wasn’t so fucking hot, I’d probably cringe at the thought of letting them touch my bare skin. Hopefully, he cleaned them before this.
My worries about cleanliness evaporate at the first crack of leather against skin.
The sound is worse than the pain, but it still makes me jump, every muscle in my body tensing as the sharp sting sinks into my skin. A breath whooshes out of my lungs as the sensation settles. I already know I’m going to be addicted to this.
“Good?” Bennett asks, his voice quiet, but no less intense.
I nod against the sheets, my mouth open to let out short gasps of need into the fabric. “More. Please, Bennett, more.”
I can hear the pleased grin in his voice when he answers me. “That’s what I like to hear.”
And then it’s nothing but sensation, warm hands and the sting of leather against bare skin. He hardly gives me time to breathe in between each strike, heat building in my core and beneath my skin as he works me over. The reins snap down over every inch of my ass and thighs, leaving burning marks in their wake. My attempts to muffle my sounds in the sheets are quickly abandoned as the pain ratchets up.
All I can do isfeel, my body nothing more than a toy for Bennett to play with. I shake and sob into his sheets, my hands clenching into fists as I fight to take everything he has to give.
I want it, I want more, I wanteverything.
“Last one,” he warns, and I can tell from the tone of his voice that it’s going to be bad.
He doesn’t hold back, the final strike landing across the most sensitive spot on my ass, over the crisscross of marks already there.
