Page 85 of When the Smoke Clears

“Do your worst.”

Quickly shifting his weight, Sutton grips both sides of my hips and pushes me upward, dangling me over his shoulder with a sharp slap to my ass. I yelp.

“You asked for it,” he says.

Through my hair I catch him unlatch the lead from Johnny Walker, freeing him to walk around the pen. He then turns and makes a direct line for the office in the stables. The door shuts with a bang and I bite my lip. I have no idea what I’m in for.

There’s no heat in here, and the chilly autumn air has easily claimed this space. The lone window is closed, but it doesn’t seem especially weather proofed. There’s a hint of stale oats and hay, with a side of worn leather that lingers. It reminds me of the first time I rode in Sutton’s truck, and desire and comfort battle for control of my body.

He sets me on the desk which, much like the others in the house, has nothing atop it. Convenient. “How wet am I going to find this pussy when I undress you?”

I watch with rapt attention as he pulls his worn gloves off. Who the fuck gets turned on by that? Between the spanking and the gloves, I’m a goner.

“Drenched.” I stare directly back at him.

He groans and releases my throat to pull my sweater over my head. My boots come off next, tossed toward the rolling chair but missing completely. Somehow, he manages to rip my jeans and underwear off in one swift motion, which is no small feat considering I chose a pair that, according to Leah, look painted on when worn.

He uses his hand at the base of my throat to press me back into a lying position, his hips situated between my spread legs. Warm fingers grip my inner thighs possessively, opening me to him.

“Look at you. You’re fucking soaked.”

I’m about to confirm and remind him that I already told him as much, when he leans down with his hand on my throat again and nips my bottom lip. “You’re all worked up because I spanked you, huh?”

His behavior is different here in the stables. Primal, like being surrounded by the hay and horse scents unlocks his animalistic side. But I enjoy this side of him, too. I nod as arousal courses through my entire body.

“Words.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I like when you spank me.”

The chill in the air is causing my bare torso and arms to grow cold. It’s a wild opposite to my core, which is warming furiously as it aches for him to bury himself inside me.

“Good girl.”

I moan from his praise.

Without warning, he flips me over onto my stomach and gives me another firm smack before rubbing over my ass with his hand. “Fuck, you look good like that.”

I arch myself back toward him, pressing off the desk with both hands. “Do it again.” I’m almost embarrassed when my voice comes out akin to begging.

Smack.

I’m confident I’m about to start dripping onto the floor, my pussy weeping happily at his powerful hands.

His zipper sliding down breaks the otherwise quiet of the room and he teases my ass with his exposed cock.

“Oh fuck,” I whine.

He chuckles. “You ok, Firecracker?”

“Mm mm.” I shake my head furiously. “I need you. Please.”

One of his hands reaches around my waist, pulling me tighter against him as he continues to tease my backside.

Suddenly, I hear murmurs from outside, growing closer. My body tenses against the desk.

Sutton lines up against my eager opening. He leans down and whispers against my ear, “Oh no, you’re not getting out of this,” his breath hot against my skin. I whimper against him, fear and excitement battling within.

The voices enter the stable, though I can’t be bothered to decipher exactly what’s said. My eyes fly to the closed door. I don’t know if Sutton locked it behind us.

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