Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [98]
She exhaled. “Thank you for not…just thank you.”
Ben didn’t like it that she flinched when he touched her. And why was she shaking so hard? “You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”
“I’m f-fine.”
“No, you’re not. Tell me.”
“Don’t use the whip on me. Ever. Please. I-I’d use my safe word before I’d let you.”
He froze. Hadn’t they discussed her hard limits? Didn’t she know he’d never… Christ. This was fucked up. “Ainsley. Look at me, please.”
She lifted her head, but her hair obscured her face. He gently brushed the silky strands aside. “I’d never use the single tail on you. I know it’s a hard limit.”
“Then why is it on the counter?”
He felt like a total dickhead for using it as a scare tactic. “It was just in the bag,” he lied.
She relaxed slightly. “Okay.”
Part of him wanted to call this punishment off. But a stronger part knew Ainsley needed this lesson.
Why? So the next Dom she hooks up with will reap the benefits?
The thought of another Dom touching her made him insane.
Ben did grant a soft kiss on her forehead as he ran his palm up her bound arm. “Count loud enough so I can hear or I won’t count it. And I better hear respect in that tone, understand?”
“Yes. Sir.”
Using the paddle, he smacked her left butt cheek. The thwack bounced off the bar mirror in an erotic echo.
“One. Sir.”
By the time he reached twenty smacks, Ainsley was very squirmy and his cock was painfully hard. What a gorgeous sight, her ass a bright pink border between the white skin of her back and thighs. He traced her butt crack until his fingers connected with her pussy. Her wet pussy. Oh hell yeah. His angel was a sub through and through. She needed this as much as he did.
Pity she’ll walk away from this lifestyle and from you at the end of the night. You’ll just become a memory of the weeks she dabbled on the wild side.
Ben had to toss that unsettling thought aside. He turned the vibrator on the lowest speed, rolling it across those flaming butt cheeks. He said, “Lift up,” and slid the phallus into her cunt.
Ainsley gasped and tried to squeeze her legs together.
He brushed his mouth across the shell of her ear. “Half done. But if you come before you get the next twenty lashes? I’ll give you ten more with my hand, understand?”
“Oh God. It’s…vibrating right on my G-spot.”
“I know. And be warned, I ain’t gonna go fast with these last twenty. I like takin’ my time with the crop.”
She moaned. And wiggled that pretty pink butt.
“Get ready to count.” He knew these would sting twice as much because the tissue was already swollen and he braced himself for her reaction.
She reared up when the blow landed. “Oh, you bastard, that hurts!”
Ben waited for her to realize her error.
“Sorry. Sir. It just…stung. Crap. That was…ah… One. Sir.”
“Good girl.” Ben smoothed his hand over the hot skin, as if deciding where to place the next mark. Her entire body vibrated in anticipation. The next lash hit the crease of her thigh.
“Oh, I…fuck…you…shit… That’s two. Sir.”
By the thirteenth mark, her body still trembled but she’d fallen into a deeper breathing pattern. Her voice had taken on that dreamy quality as she counted.
At number seventeen, her hips began to bump up and she tried to grind her crotch into the wood. Ben gathered her hair in his hand and raised her head. Her eyes were glassy with that mix of pleasure and pain. He wanted to fuck her so bad he could practically taste the scream she’d release on his first deep thrust. “Don’t come. You come and I start over, remember?”
“Please.”
“No. You can take three more, Ainsley. And these three are gonna sting.”
She shuddered, but whispered, “Okay.”
He’d gone into that Dom zone, where their every breath seemed synchronized. Where he felt sweat breaking out on his body in the same places he saw it on hers. Where he felt each blow travel from the crop, up his arm and down to the exact spot on his body where he’d just hit on hers. He swung. Connected with her flesh. She cried out. Not in pain.
“Come on. Two more.” As much as he wanted to level the blows boom boom,