Page 22 of Turn Me On
I threw the stick over my shoulder and it clattered to the floor. Working the restraints as quickly as I could, I released her one limb at a time. When she was free, she gingerly climbed off the bench and into my arms. I settled on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed frame, while she curled up in my lap.
“Thank you, Rider,” she said on a sigh.
I held her close to my chest. “You’re welcome, babe.”
Her warm body against mine was the thing dreams were made of. All I wanted to do was hold her, here, for the rest of the night. If that’s whatshewanted, of course. I would die a happy man with her in my lap, naked and raw.
“We need to do something about this,” she said, wiggling her ass gently against my erection.
“No, we don’t. You need to take some time.”
She looked up at me with her eyes half-lidded. “Making you feel good will make me feel good.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, ready for literally anything she could possibly have in mind.
Crawling out of my lap, she grabbed the riding crop off the bed and said, “Lay on the floor. I’m going to show you what you’re missing.”
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I wavedthe crop around in the air, feeling the slight weight in my hands, enjoying how it cut through the air. My thighs ached. My ass still stung. And the spot on my arm…holy fuck. In the morning, there’d be a bruise there. I was absolutely sure of it. But Rider’s cock was so hard, and so tempting, I wanted to give him one last treat before calling it a night.
Ialsowanted to take him up on his offer to turn the tables.
“Ready?” I asked, straddling him and lowering myself on top of his hips.
He placed his hands behind his head andsmirked up at me—cocky son of a bitch—and said, “Give me all you got.”
Shaking my head, I ran my free hand down his chest. “That’s not how this works. You know that.”
“Right. You take the lead. I’m sure I can handle it, though.”
I reached behind me and tapped him lightly on his right thigh with the crop.
He shrugged against the floor. “That’s not bad.”
Staring down at his big, blue eyes, I quirked my lips. “Harder then?”
“Most definitely.”
Laying into him right away wasn’t an option. I didn’t even want to strike him with any real force. Rider may be a giant lug of a man, but impact play wasn’t his thing. He’d never asked to have it done to him or to participate on the receiving end. This was his first time. Still, it was fun to tease the shit out of him, especially after a session like the one we’d just had.
I struck again on the same thigh, slightly above where I’d hit before, with more of a snap.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted.
I chuckled so hard I snorted. “That was a love tap.”
He scowled half-heartedly at me. “Felt more like a hate tap.”
The grin didn’t leave my face. “Want another?” I ventured.
“Fine. Give it to me.”
I flicked his other thigh twice in quick succession.
He grimaced, gritting his teeth so hard, I heard them crunch against each other. “Oh my shit, babe.Thisis what I do to you?”
