Page 18 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

“More,” she murmured.

He chuckled. “That’s not possible. I’ve never felt this depth of emotion before in my life.”

“Me, either.”

His fingertips delved into her shorts to rub against her wet opening and hard clit.

“Oh, God.”

“Easy.”

He bent his head and started kissing her again. She whimpered when he pulled away from her cunt, making him laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give it a lot of attention. I need to see you naked.”

She froze. She hadn’t thought of the fact that he’d see her whole body in the bright sunlight, showing every stretch mark and dimple. Her hands grabbed onto the edge of her shirt, which he had about unbuttoned.

“What’s the problem, Sweetheart?”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to be naked here.”

“Why?” he asked gently.

“The light is bright, and you’ll see every flaw I have.”

He smiled gently. “And I’ll love every one of them and hope you’ll be able to handle my scars. Ranch life isn’t safe, so I’ve gotten quite a few injuries along the way.”

“That’s different,” she said.

“Not in my book. You better get used to being naked around me because I’ll have you like that every chance I can.”

“Will you be naked?”

“When we make love or fool around, but otherwise, no, I’ll be dressed.”

“That’s not fair,” she complained.

Grant shrugged. “You’ll do what your Dom says or else.”

She felt a wave of anxiety hit her at his words. “Or else what?”

“You’ll get punished, of course.”

“What would you do?”

“I’m answering all your questions this time because you’re not used to me or the submissive lifestyle. Otherwise, I wouldn’t like to be questioned. As far as punishments, I prefer a nice spanking or using the bullet if you’re really naughty.”

Her brows pinched together. Now, that sounded scary. “What’s that?”

“It’s a hard plastic egg-shaped apparatus I’ll insert into your cunt or ass. I’ll keep it there for as long as I want and use the remote to turn on and off the vibrations.”

“How is that bad?”

He rolled his eyes. “How about later I give you a taste of it, and you’ll see?”

She nodded.

“Now, let go of your shirt,” he demanded in a dark, smooth tone.

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