Page 76 of Shared on the Ranch

Aaron, with a jerk of his head, indicated he should follow him to the kitchen. Without a word, he fell into step with the other dom.

He stayed silent, waiting patiently as Aaron opened the fridge, rummaged inside, and pulled out a water bottle. “You want one?”

“No, thanks.”

He closed the door, uncapped the bottle, and took a deep, long swallow. “I’m parched.”

“I can see that.”

When the master finished the bottle, he set the empty container down on the counter and faced Chandler.

“Well? You wanna explain what’s goin’ on? I thought you were doing some sort of sex scene at first, but neither of you look to be havin’ fun.”

Aaron shook his head. “No, not so lucky.” He quickly filled Chandler in on what had happened.

Despite the naughtiness Chyanne had gotten herself into in the past, his jaw still dropped. Never, in the history of Discipline Ranch, had there been such a daring, stubborn woman.

“Why?” he spluttered in shock.

Aaron shrugged a shoulder, his jaw clenching. “She won’t say.”

Chandler blew out a breath as he folded his arms. “Of course she won’t.”

“Don’t worry, bro. I’ve got her nice and warmed up for another round of questioning. Well”—he uttered a laugh—“maybewarmis the wrong word.”

“You think it’ll work?”

“Don’t know until we try. But I’m gonna give it my damnedest, I’ll tell you that.”

Chandler saw the determination in the other man’s eyes and felt it in his own chest. He cared deeply for her—they both did. But this self-destruction she was prone to had to end. And in order for that to happen, they had to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s the plan?”

Aaron, now working on his second bottle of water, held up a finger. When he set it down half-full, he gave Chandler a rueful smile. He opened the freezer and drew out a perfectly formed long ice cube. “Round three.”

Without a word, he began to head for the living room.

“Roundthree?” he echoed, but he didn’t get an answer.

Chyanne was watching them approach, and the exhaustion he’d seen in her face minutes ago was replaced with angst as she zeroed in on the ice cube in Aaron’s hand.

“Okay, Chyanne. You ready to go again?” Without waiting for an answer—not that she was capable of giving much of one—he knelt between her legs. His hand drove the ice cube toward her quivering, glistening pussy. He traced her pussy lips and she began to buck and yell against the ball gag.

Looks like she’s ready to crack, Chandler observed as he watched with arms crossed.

Aaron must have come to the same conclusion, because he drew his hand back slightly and waited until she calmed down. “Are you ready to talk now, Chy?”

She nodded her head so quickly and over and over she looked like a bobble-head.

He laid a hand on her shoulder. “Okay. Be still and I’ll take the gag off.”

Chyanne didn’t so much as breathe heavy while he unfastened the gag. When it fell to the floor, she let out a slow exhale.

“Feel better?” Aaron asked gently.

She reached up and massaged her lips. “It still hurts.”

He nodded. “It will for a bit, but it’ll get better.”

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