Page 35 of Roping Reba

I smiled up at him. “No, I know you wouldn’t. Are those people guests?”

He motioned to the people at the Saint Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the clearing. “I would think so. I know they are open to staff as well, so maybe they live or work here.”

“So they are just out here and we can watch. We don’t have to ask permission?”

“Consent to watch is a given when people are playing in the open like this. It’s a private space but public to members and guests, so yes, we can watch.”

I took a step forward but stopped and looked back at Johnny. “You should take the lead.”

“Are you sure?”

“It just feels right.”

He took two steps forward, and I followed close enough for him to reach for me, but still behind and on his right. This was all new for us. Anytime we played, we did so in the privacy of our home. Here, I wanted Johnny to lead me; I wanted his dominance to take away my control because control for me fed into my anxiety and I really didn’t need that right now.

When we got closer, Johnny took a seat in a cushy-looking chair that was in perfect view of the two men. One was strapped to the cross, and the other was standing behind him, whispering something into his ear as Johnny motioned for me to sit on his knee.

I complied, feeling proud that I was his submissive. He rubbed small circles into my lower back as I sat straight and took in the sight in front of me. They were beautiful. The man who was behind the other took a step back and slowly ran one of thetwo floggers he had in his hands over the bound man’s shoulders and down his spine.

“He’s warming him up,” Johnny whispered, not wanting to disturb their scene or the others around us watching.

“They are beautiful.”

The man at the cross shivered as the second flogger was added to the mix, both running up and down his back, arms and legs until suddenly, without warning, his Top shifted back on his heels and swung the flogger with precision I didn’t even know was possible.

The man at the cross cried out in what sounded more like surprised pleasure than pain.

“Does it hurt?”

“It can. But some, like you, my Crazy Rider, like the pain.”

A shiver ran through my body this time as Johnny’s fingers slid between my waistband and my shirt, skimming over my heated skin.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Will we get a chance to try that while we are here?”

“If that’s something you’d like. I brought our floggers.”

I turned to him without permission and immediately turned back. “Sir, when did we get floggers?”

Johnny’s deep chuckle moved through me. “It was on your list, so I’ve been training. I ordered them months ago.”

“Training on who?”

“Well, that’s where it gets complicated.” My body tensed, always thinking the worst but what he said next was not what I was expecting. “You know that old teddy bear Jax left in the barn?”

“You’ve been flogging your son’s teddy bear?” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me.

“I watched a video, and they said that was a great way to practice, so that’s what I’ve been doing.”

“Permission to look at you and speak freely, Sir?”

“Permission granted.”

I turned in my spot. “So hold up, when are you flogging teddy bears? Are you doing this with the guys? Because I certainly haven’t seen that bear in our house.”

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