Page 39 of Shared on the Ranch

“Good girl,” Chandler murmured.

Chyanne cut her eyes to him, and the gentle approval on his face was her undoing.It shouldn’t feel good when he says that. I’m not his good girl, I’m not his girl at all.But no matter how much she might protest, there was no denying that there was a part of her that liked his praise.

It made her feel like liquid goo on the inside, and not having a prior reference for the feeling, it made her uncomfortable.

“Don’t call me that.” Those words didn’t come out sounding nearly as cutting as she’d meant them to, either.

“Tsk, tsk.” Aaron wagged a finger at her. Then he turned and walked over to the desk.

She watched him with trepidation while he pulled open the bottom drawer. He pulled something out, and when he closed the drawer and turned toward her, Chyanne’s breath hitched and stalled in her chest. She wasn’t sure what the gadget was, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t like it.

The gleam in Aaron’s eye as he walked back over to her confirmed it, even before he said, “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.” He opened his hand and showed her, but she just blinked at him, not sure what to make of the contraption. “It’s a ball gag. It will help you learn how to follow instructions.”

She had some thoughts about where he could put that ball gag, but she bit her lip, hard, so they wouldn’t slip out.

“And see these?” His finger trailed down a chain with a clamp attached. “They’re called nipple clamps. And they’re for… well, punishment.”

It was even harder to stay silent knowing that he was enjoying this, but somehow Chyanne managed.

“Hold up your arms.”

Stiffly, reluctance in every movement, she obeyed. As soon as she did, her shirt was whisked off.

Without a word, Aaron walked around her and unhooked her bra. He pulled the straps down her arms, and let it drop to the floor. Then he walked back around and gave her a wolfish grin.

Then he knelt in front of her, and before Chyanne could even contemplate what was about to happen, he took her right nipple into the cool vortex of his mouth. She gasped, then slapped a hand to her mouth.

“None of that now,” he scolded lightly. “Chandler, think you could put the ball gag in?”

“Sure.”

Chyanne felt her pulse spike, but before she could give in to her growing anxiety, Aaron was suckling her nipple again, this time with greater fervor. She sucked in her own breath, feeling her pussy tighten, and before she could decide if it was against her will, Chandler was beside her with that damn thing dangling from his hand.

“Open your mouth.”

Whywas on the tip of her tongue,whatjust behind it, and when she opened her mouth to ask, he inserted a plastic red ball with holes in it between her lips before she could get out the words.

“Now, you won’t be able to speak clearly, but we’ll both be watching you to make sure you don’t have a panic attack or something.”

Oh, sure, likethatmakes it better, she thought, but without her usual heat because Aaron was licking her left nipple and really, it did feel incredibly good. Her emotions were at war—on the one hand, she was pissed they were doing this to her, and on the other, his mouth was nothing short of incredible.

In fact, his tongue glided so well that she’d given up thinking about anything else. As he kissed and alternatively suckled her skin, her pussy hummed with the sensation and she could feel her lips slicken with arousal.

She’d closed her eyes, and when she felt something sharp tighten around the pebbled bud of her nipple, she opened them wide.What are you doing?she tried to demand. It came out sounding like gibbering, but she could tell Aaron knew exactly what she was saying.

Still, he ignored her and fastened the other clamp down on her other nipple.

Damn him!she thought, her brow puckered in a scowl. Only now did she realize that he’d worked her up just so she could feel the prickling pain all the more for having felt the pleasure.

“In the corner,” he said again, sounding very pleased with himself. “And you won’t like what happens if I have to tell you again.”

She glared at him, but only for a minute before she scurried to obey. There was no telling what the sadistic bastard would do next. But to her surprise, he followed her.

Then Aaron stroked the side of her face, grinning when she shivered. “Just think… if you hadn’t been such a bad girl, we could have had so much fun tonight.”

Her traitorous, wet pussy gushed at the silky voice that promised ecstasy.

Then he tugged on the clamps and they bit into the tender skin of her nipples, making her cry out against the ball gag.

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