Page 23 of Shared on the Ranch

And it stopped, just like that. Chandler helped her up, peering sternly into her face. “Anything?” he echoed.

Tears trickling down her cheeks, she nodded. Somehow, she’d forgotten about the awful taste the soap had left in her mouth until that moment. As the acrid slime burned, she made a face. “M-may I have some w-water, sir?”

Before he could answer, Aaron spoke up. “Do you let your baby girls have water, Chandler?”

Chandler arched a brow at the other man’s skeptical tone. It made her quake where she stood.

“Yes, usually.”

Aaron moved toward her like a tiger. Sometime during her punishment he had removed his shirt and she saw he looked every bit the jungle cat her imagination had dreamt him up to be. He was lean, but clearly worked out every day. His muscles rippled as he made his way to her. “Are you a baby girl?” he asked, his tone demanding an instant answer.

Her eyes slid between the two of them as she tried to process his question. “I… I don’t know what that is, sir.”

“Master, if you please.”

Chyanne sucked in a deep breath and took a step back, but his eyes trapped her own. There was something velvety in his tone, while his eyes were downright mesmerizing. “I… what?”

“That would be ‘what, Master?’” Though he was grinning—a smile that made her weak in the knees—she had no doubt he was completely serious.

She had to swallow her pride—it was shocking she had any left at this point, actually—and some of the awful-tasting soap came with it, making her eyes burn more than they already did. “What… Master?”

Aaron’s smile grew and he reached forward, his long fingers gently caressing the side of her face. “Good girl. One day you’ll be able to say it without wincing.” He winked, and the gesture made her pussy clench despite how awful she felt. “Tell you what. How ‘bout a compromise?”

Before she could ask what he meant, he reached for his zipper and opened his fly. The metallic sound made her shiver with longing even before his cock popped out, straining toward her.

Chyanne heard the soft, strangled sound that came out of her before she could stop it.

Aaron reached for her and took hold of her shoulder before pushing her to her knees.

I can’t do this. I can’t. I don’t know him… he just watched me get spanked… this is so awful, so caveman, so humiliating…

But despite her brain’s protest, her body moved toward him. She crawled forward on her knees, completely unaware of what she was doing, unaware of the eyes following her. She wasn’t thinking of how degrading this was, or wondering what they would think of her after. Her focus was on nothing but his long cock. It was as tanned as his shoulders. Something in the back of her mind wondered how that was possible even as she reached for it.

Everything moved so fast. Before she knew it, she was stroking his dick, marveling at its heat. She leaned close, breathing hotly on his flesh before her lips parted. And then, as though she wasn’t thinking at all, lost in lust, she pressed her lips against it, kissing his hard shaft.

Aaron groaned low in his throat and it spurred her forward.

Chyanne was far from a virgin. She’d had sex before, of course. But this… it was an intimacy she’d never granted any other man. But maybe that was because those men had asked—begged, even—and Aaron haddemandedit.

Not in so many words, but in his tone, his posture that made it clear he had complete control.

It shouldn’t turn me on… it shouldn’t… maybe it doesn’t, really. Maybe my body is just confused with all the new sensations…

The only way she could stop thinking about her embarrassment was to give her mind something else to concentrate on. So she opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock inside.

She didn’t know what to expect. The longer she’d gone without performing the act, the more she’d become kind of scared of it. Not that Chyanne Saunders admitted to being afraid ofanything.

Chyanne might not have known what to do, but she was immediately surprised. The silkiness of his cock, despite it being rock-hard as she slid it inside her mouth, helped her to relax.

I don’t know what I’m doing. How am I going to please him?

She gazed up at him, trying to gauge from his facial expression to see how she was doing. But he was a hard read. Her eyes went back and forth, tracing the line from his hard, angular jaw to his almond-shaped eyes that stayed inscrutable.

She couldn’t help but admire that about him. She had that poker face herself. Although as her tongue swiveled over his cock and she moved her head up and down his shaft, she had to acknowledge that hers might not be quite as good. All it did though was make her more determined to seesomethingfrom him.

Chyanne was the kind of girl who got what she wanted, almost without exception. Sure, it had started off as something as an off day for her, but she was going to turn things around, right here and now. With all of her energy concentrated on the man in front of her, she slowed down. She took her time, relaxing her mouth and focusing on truly feeling him. On savoring the taste of his skin. Then, ignoring Aaron’s face for the moment, she began to move up and down his shaft, feeling him harden even more in her mouth.

This is easy. I can do this. I think… I think I like it.

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