Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [50]
“Were you disappointed that you didn’t see any of that goin’ on in the Rawhide?”
“God no.”
“That’s a pretty long list of dislikes.”
“I was just getting started.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Ainsley jerked up. “Now that I’ve told you my fantasy and dislikes, will you use them against me?”
Ben pushed her back down. “You know, I’m a little tired of you jumping to the worst conclusion when it comes to me and who I am as your dominant. I get that you wanna know ahead of time everything I have planned for you, Ainsley, but guess what? It ain’t happening.” He grabbed the tie and said, “Arms behind your back.”
“But, I didn’t mean—”
“Now.” As soon as her arms were in place, he tied her wrists together. He spread her legs and slicked up his fingers with the lube. “Angle your hips so I can reach your pussy.”
She had to push up on her knees, and she didn’t look comfortable, but she didn’t argue.
Ben’s fingers traced her slit. “A massage makes you wet?”
“Only when you give me one.”
“A total suck-up answer.”
Ainsley moaned when he slipped a finger inside her.
“You need to concentrate on my voice and listen to what I’m telling you.”
“It feels so good. What if I can’t concentrate?”
Ben didn’t stop stroking her wet folds as he spoke. “Then you’ll learn the difference between punishment and discipline pretty damn quick.”
“Is this punishment?”
“No.” He swept his thumb over her clit. “This is discipline.” He brushed his lips below her earlobe. “Don’t come. No matter what I do, you don’t get to come.”
“But—”
“This is not up for discussion. You will not come. Not now, not at your house. Your orgasms belong to me. They’re my responsibility. You don’t control them anymore. Understand?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ben pushed two fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot, while gently strumming her clit. “Say yes, Bennett, I understand.”
“Yes, Bennett, I understand.”
He teased, tortured and tormented her. Taking her to the edge several times, seeing if she’d disobey and throw herself over. He skimmed her jawline with light kisses. “How close are you?”
“Very. God.”
Ben flipped her onto her back and started kissing down the side of her neck.
“Don’t. Please.” Ainsley twisted her head away.
Which caused Ben to grab her hair and pull slightly. “Stay. Still.”
She whimpered softly.
“I adore your body, angel.” Ben kissed the hollow of her throat. The tops of her breasts. “I intend to play with it, however I want, for as long as I want. Testing your limits and mine.” He kept finger fucking her, studying her reactions, from the anxious expression on her face, to the hard tips of her nipples, to the flexing of her toes and the clenching of her jaw. When he heard that swift intake of breath, he removed his hand from between her thighs.
Her entire body drooped against the mattress, but she wasn’t relaxed.
“You did good.” Ben turned her on her side so they faced each other. She sighed as he continued to intersperse tender kisses with languorous caresses. “You ready to talk?”
Ainsley slowly opened her eyes. “Talk? Aren’t we going to…” Her gaze dropped to his crotch and the outline of his fully erect dick.
“Fuck? Make love? Have wild sex? Not tonight.”
“Oh.”
“You’re gonna tell me your hard limit. One thing that’s an absolute no.”
“Only one thing?”
“Yep. You won’t know if other things on your very long dislike list would actually be a like unless you try it. Fair warning: I’ve only got a month with you, so I wanna give you a taste of everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything but your one thing. So what’s it gonna be?”
She blurted, “You using one of those scary bullwhip or snake whips on me is an absolute no.”
Damn. No single tail. “Okay.”
“You just accept that?”
“Yes. Because you only get one. Everything else is a possibility.