Page 48 of Shared on the Ranch

Truth was, Aaron had never been much good at sharing. His mom had despaired of it all his life, honestly, until he’d moved out. Even now, as he watched Chandler carry Chyanne to the bedroom, there was a part of him that wanted her all to himself.

What man wouldn’t? She was drop-dead gorgeous, a spitfire, and somehow so much fun. But he’d seen the look on her face when she’d been afraid of losing one of them. And if Chyanne needed them both, well, his heart had begun making room for her from the day he’d met her. If it was the way to keep her, he’d learn to share.

Besides, Chandler was a cool dude and he definitely brought out things in her Aaron didn’t know how to.

His tenderness toward her as he laid her stomach-first on the bed was evident. Then, with careful, quick fingers he parted her cheeks. With one finger, he lubed up her tight, puckered hole. With the other hand, he pushed in the jeweled butt plug. He was slow and methodical, as careful as possible, but she still arched her back and mewled.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Almost done.”

Aaron could hear when it popped into place, and his cock throbbed with want.

“Wh-why did you do that?” she asked, panting.

He couldn’t tell if she was in pain, or so horny she was close to losing her mind. Either way, with her hair splayed over the pillow, her green eyes wide and hazy with lust, it was a good look. The large, faux pink sapphire protruding from her most private hole was just the icing on the booty cake.

“So you can focus on the fact that you’re being punished, baby girl,” Chandler answered.

Her eyes went back and forth between the two of them, then she inhaled deeply and nodded.

As Aaron drew closer, Chandler withdrew.

“Remember,” Aaron said softly. “You are still being punished. This is formypleasure, not yours. Do you understand?”

Her eyes grew wider still, and he swore he could see her thoughts in those emerald depths. She was turned on to the point of pain, but she still nodded and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

His cock hardened as though it was trained to the sound of her voice. Feeling her eyes on him, watching his every move, he slowly unzipped his fly and let his cock spring free.

Chyanne swallowed, visibly aroused, but still and submissive.

Well, well, well. Did we tame the fiery redhead after all?He spared Chandler a look and saw that he, too, was turned on.

He held his arms open, and she was quick to scamper toward him and climb into his embrace. What she didn’t see coming was being speared by his cock. He watched as her face flooded with surprise, and then wonder.

God, she felt good in his arms. As he held her around the waist, she wrapped her legs around him, and he rocked her back with his cock nestled deep inside her.

Her soft, kissable lips formed a smile. He was unable to resist them, but when he leaned down he bit her bottom lip, and swallowed the sound of her gasp. Then his tongue flicked across her mouth, soothing the hurt he’d caused.

“OnlyIget to bite that naughty lip from now on—understand?” he growled.

“Yes… yes, Master.”

No answer was needed except to rock her back again. He got into a rhythm, thrusting in and out, holding onto her hips all the while. They were not gentle, but hard, stern pushes, reminding her who he was. Reminding her what she could expect if she ever chose to disobey again.

With every single thrust, he knew the plug in her ass would throb and ache.If she’s a very, very good girl, maybe we’ll take it out so she can sleep tonight, he mused.

His eyes raked over her as he shoved his cock deeper inside her wet channel.

She gasped and cried out, but a fraction of a moment later, there was a wince of pain.

He loved watching the emotions play out on her face, loved guessing what she was thinking. And with each steadied, demanding thrust, he felt his balls tighten. With each smack of their bodies making contact, his orgasm drew closer.

He lifted her, pulling her away, then plunging her once more onto his cock.

She groaned. “Please, Master,” she whimpered. “Please. I need to—”

“No,” he cut her off brusquely. “Only good girls get to come. Remember that.”

Chyanne made a pitifully sad face that a lesser man might have given into. But when she saw that he wasnotthat man, she nodded and went soft and pliable in his arms.

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