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“Pageone forty-five,” he adds.
Myheartbeat triples. I wondered how he’d feel about that scene. It’s nothing I’veever done, but it was one of my top fantasies of Tucker when I first moved inthe farmhouse. Before he showed me how sweet he could be, he came off as sogruff, and all I could think of was how exciting it’d be to be at his mercy,tied up and bent over his bed.
“So,I can expect a positive review?” I reply, trying to hide how instantly turnedon I am.
Hispalm cracks across my ass leaving a sting. “You’re going to have to give thatsmart mouth a rest unless you want a sore ass.”
Imake a mental note to test that threat once I’m naked.
Hishands run around my stomach and slide down to unfasten my shorts, which getshoved down to my ankles along with my panties.
Holy.Hell.
Thisis happening.
I’mspun around, and he dips down, lifting me over his shoulder. My panties andshorts fall to the floor. “Tucker,” I warn and I can hear a bit of nerves in myvoice. Not that I’m worried about him hurting me, but being carried like thiswith your hands behind your back is a little scary. I can’t grab his back likeI did last time.
Ignoringme, he heads outside.
Outside!
“Thiswasn’t in the book!” I call.
Hishand lands on my ass again, making me jump. “So I mixed a little of my fantasywith yours. I warned you that you couldn’t handle my kinks.”
Iknow what he’s doing. He knows I can’t pass up a challenge and there’s no wayI’ll back down now. He trots out the front door with me over his shoulder, mynaked ass in the air like it’s totally normal, and I quickly glance around tobe sure no one is here. I know it’s deserted most of the time, but what if themailman showed up or something?
Thesun on my ass feels so foreign, but it doesn’t last long. He marches into thebarn and to the far corner where we keep the hay pile. He’s obviously plannedahead since there are no animals present and a soft blanket is draped over thehay. On the windowsill is a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Ohgod.
Theass scene.
Notall fantasies are meant to be realized and that one may be a step too far.Nothing has ever been near my ass.
Helays me on my side, unties my hands, and rolls me to my back. Straddling myhips he raises my arms above my head and ties them to a beam with a length ofsoft material. A daring grin cracks his lips when he looks down at me. “Scared,sweetheart?”
Myheart is pounding, not from fear, but excitement and anticipation. “Nope.”
Myvoice sayssure, I’m fine with being tied naked in a barn, I do it all thetime, but my expression must give me away because he isn’t buying it.Without stopping to consider the consequences, I look around him and exclaim,“Dare! Don’t! I can explain!”
Thepure horror on his face is worth whatever revenge he takes. His head whipsaround, and I burst out laughing. Turning back to me, he shakes his head, agrin plastered on his face. He reaches into a small bag tucked into the hay.
“See,I was going to be nice, but now, I’m just going to make you come until you begfor mercy. Over and over and over.”
Oh.Shit. He can’t be serious.
I’mperfectly capable of having multiple orgasms, but I need a minute or soin-between. I can’t stand to be stimulated right after I come. I’m just toosensitive.
Inhis hand is a blue rubber vibrator. I’m no stranger to a battery operatedboyfriend, but I’ve never seen one like this. He flexes it, showing me how itcan bend into a u shape. “Now, be good and spread your legs for me.”
Hepulls my legs apart and a second later his tongue is on me with no warning. He’sgentle, and the soft sucking licks send me stampeding toward an orgasm. My eyesfall shut and I raise my hips, pressing his face harder against me.
“Ah,not yet,” he murmurs, grabbing the vibe and sliding one end inside me. It’sbent to the perfect angle to rest against my g-spot and I groan at thesensation. Gently, he bends the vibrator until the other end rests on my clit.
Ohgod. I don’t know if I can handle this.
“Now,I’d say three is a good number,” he says, reaching up to caress my breasts. Hisfingers roll and pull at my nipples until they’re hard as glass.
