Page 33 of Roping Reba

I couldn’t move, I could barely hear him as he untied me and ran his hands over my arms and wrists to make sure nothing hurt. He placed a pile of pillows in the center of the bed and carefully placed me on them.

His fingers slid through my folds. “You are so wet, and so ready for me. Beautiful, just beautiful.”

I rested my head on the comforter and took in our combined scent left behind from nights of sleeping here next to him. It calmed me in the same way it always did. As I closed my eyes, I felt a gentle kiss on my back and Johnny’s cock press slowly into me.

“Fuck, Reba. You feel so good.”

His hands shifted to my hips, and I relaxed, giving in to whatever it was he saw fit. Giving in and letting go were some of the hardest things I’d had to learn. I wanted it, but it went against my instincts. Johnny’s movements were steady, and Icould feel the pleasure in my body quickly returning as the pace he set was just enough for me to zone in on that burning ember.

“I want you to come, Crazy Rider. I want to feel you clench my cock tightly inside you.”

His hand moved over my ass and back around my hip before sliding around the front of me and his fingers grazed my clit.

“Fuck,” I groaned as he worked at that small cluster of nerves while thrusting deep inside me. The sensations took over and before I knew it, I was at the edge of the cliff that I loved to jump off, so I let go just as I felt Johnny do the same. His body covered mine and his arms wrapped around me.

“And to think, you still get a spanking tonight.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and snuggle deeper into his arms as he pulled me to him and laid on his side.

“I love you,” I whispered, taking the risk that I knew there was no real danger in. I had heard him say it a million times as I dozed off at night. He’d say it when he thought I was asleep, or he thought I couldn’t hear, but I never let him know I heard and I never responded.

“Finally.”

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for that.”

“What do you mean, you’ve been waiting?”

“I know you’ve heard me, but I didn’t want to rush you. I think I’ve always loved you, Reba, it just took me some time to realize that’s what it was. I’m just happy you finally feel the same.”

I laughed. “You act like we’ve been together for years rather than just a few months.”

“I’ve spent most of my life missing you, so yeah, I guess it feels like years.”

“So now that you know I love you, does that mean I don’t get punished?”

“Oh no, my love. You are certainly getting spanked. Come here and let me show you how much you can enjoy it.”

Johnny sat up and pulled me over onto his lap. At least it was going to be a bare-handed beating tonight and not a flogging. I’m not sure I could stand at the cross for one. My legs felt like mush. The sting of the first hit took me by surprise and I let out a scream.

“One.”

“Wait, what about determining how many?”

“Tonight I choose. You misbehaved twice today. Two.”

I smiled at the dominance that shone through his nice-guy exterior. Johnny was the perfect balance of naughty and nice that I needed, and he knew how much I loved it.

“Three. Four.” His voice ran through our room and sent chills down my spine. “Five. Six.”

Those last two were further down, almost at the top of my thighs, “Seven.”

It was torture, not the pain, that felt amazing, but the fact that he wouldn’t just pick a rhythm and stick to it. His hand caressed my ass and just as I was starting to relax, thinking maybe he was done, he hit me again.

“Eight. Nine. Ten.”

The last one was harder than all of them. I was balancing between a sweet numbness and stinging pain and I loved it. He tickled me with his fingers, sliding between my ass cheeks and pressing on the tight spot he always teased me about.

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