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“Fuck yeah,” I let out as I gripped the back of the chair, waiting for more.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good.”

He gripped my hips, pulling out almost completely, then slammed into me again. The movement shifted me forward, and he pulled me back to him before slowing everything down. His fingers shifted to between my folds and he circled my clit as he began the slow and steady pace he knew I loved. There were times for fast and hard but, right now, I just wanted to come and for me that was slow, steady and reliable. Which was everything Johnny could be if he wanted to.

Before long, I was lost in the movements, my pulse raced and my mind cleared as pleasure overcame me. I cried out my release and continued to scream as Johnny pumped into me, taking what he needed to reach a climax just as sweet as mine.

If this type of sexual freedom was a thing around here, I was a fan. And to think, we still hadn’t even seen the Dungeon.

CHAPTER 15

Johnny

I sat in a chair in the lounge that overlooked the play area of the Dungeon at Rawhide Ranch with my beautiful submissive on her knees beside me. When’d I’d first come here hoping to win her back, I’d never thought we would return with a dynamic like we had now. It was something that always interested me but I’d never been serious enough with a partner to put the time into finding a mentor, learning and experimenting with someone. Now as Reba knelt next to me and I stroked her hair, I realized it had never happened before because it hadn’t been meant to happen with anyone else. It was only meant to happen with her.

“Are you good, Crazy Rider?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, looking up at me with all the admiration in the world. We had been here for about an hour and she watched every interaction with a level of attention even I admired.

“Would you like to go downstairs?”

“Yes, sir.”

I stood and held my hand out to help her stand. We made our way down to the main floor of the Dungeon and found a place on one of the couches. I sat, pulling her into my arms. The short skirt and bralette she had on left her soft skin easy to access, and I took advantage. As we watched a couple on the spanking bench, I ran my hands over Reba’s body, loving the feel of her in my arms and against my chest.

“I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

The couple in front of us were nearly finished with their scene. All around the room, others were working together to pull pleasure and pain from each other. My girl was in her glory. From the corner of my eye, I could see someone setting up a table of knives. Reba liked the pain a good spanking or bite would give her, but I had no idea what she would think of watching a knife scene.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Can we… can we move closer to them?” she asked, nodding her head in the direction of the couple I was watching.

“Of course.”

We made our way through the room, passed couples who were mid-scene, finishing or just starting. Some made their way into private rooms while others preferred to be exhibitionists. Since we were here for my little voyeur to watch, that worked for me. We stopped a few feet away from the black-padded table that a woman was strapped down on. Next to her, the man who was clearly her Top for the night arranged a series of knives. Some were wooden, but looked as if they still had a sharp tip, others were various forms of metal, many of which looked like they had been crafted for beauty, not pain.

“Are you ready, little one?” the man asked as Reba knelt beside me again. Tonight that seemed where she was mostcomfortable, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue with it. I allowed her to hold my leg as I placed a hand on her shoulders and we watched.

The submissive nodded her head and vocalized her approval to begin. The man reached for one of the blunter wooden knives and ran it carefully over her skin, the flat side down, almost as if he were warming her up for an impact scene. She closed her eyes and moaned as the knife made its way over her torso. He didn’t cut, didn’t push too hard, but still it worked. I felt Reba’s grip on my leg tighten as he reached for a metal knife, holding it to his side. We watched as their scene progressed, knives changed, pressure changed and not once did he cut his partner. It was all about sensations and adrenaline and I have to admit, even my heart was racing at certain times.

When they were nearly finished, I reached for Reba, I needed her. There was no skirting the truth of it.

“Come with me.” I reached for her hand and led her out of the Dungeon completely.

Once we got outside I pressed her up against the wall inside the elevator, unable to contain myself. “I need you.”

Her body pressed into mine. “Then take me, Sir.”

I barely remember making our way back to our room. It was like I’d blacked out on my mission to get the love of my life under me, and Reba wasn’t arguing one bit. She ran to the bed but I had other ideas.

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