Page 41 of Finding Her Heart

“Yes. I mean, yes, sir.”

It had occurred to Harper that she really had no other choice than to give in to him. Besides, she admitted to herself, she wanted this over, so he’d take her to bed and make love to her.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Naughty girls get the discipline they’ve earned by misbehaving, don’t they?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pulled her sweater from under the rope so that it left a slight bite on her bare skin. He pushed it up over her breasts. He reached around her and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts for his touch. Her nipples were turgid and probably ached. He cupped one of her breasts and tweaked the nipple. He then slipped his hand back down between her legs.

“How very wet you are. You’re going to be a whole lot wetter aren’t you, Harper?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “God, Spence, could you just get it over with?”

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I’m a long way from being done with you.”

Squatting down in front of her, he hooked each of her legs over his shoulder on either side of his head so that they were hanging down his back. He stood up and as he did so, he pulled on the rope so that she was forced to sit up straight with the rope providing more stability. She was going to need that with what he had planned.

“Spence.”

“I’ve got you baby. Just relax, or don’t. I’m going to do what I please. And the first thing I plan to do is lap up all that honey that’s dripping from your pussy.”

He lowered his head, and his mouth enveloped the front of her sex as his tongue wrapped around her very swollen clit.

She screamed as she came. “Stop! Please.”

“Safeword?”

“No,” she wailed as she managed to get her legs from around his shoulders.

He didn’t seem awfully concerned and then she realized why. There was nothing else she could do. He could have her as many ways and times as he wanted. Spence pulled down on the rope, drawing her higher.

“Put your legs back around my neck and spread them for me. I haven’t had nearly enough.”

“Spence, no. You know I don’t like it.”

He laughed at her. “Seriously? Then why did you climax the instant my tongue wrapped around you. No, you’ve decided you don’t like this, and you’re not going to have it. Well, I’ve decided just the opposite. You are sweeter than I imagined, and you came before I barely got started. So, no, Harper, I’m going to have more.”

He waited until she gave in and wrapped her legs around him. He lowered her a bit until her ass basically rested on his collarbones. This put her clit and pussy in a perfect position to be plundered by his tongue. And plunder he did. Once he’d made her come again from his tongue on her clit, he drove it up into her pussy and licked her clean. The instant his tongue entered her pussy, her hips started to buck. She came twice more while he tongued her.

Harper hung from the beam like a ragdoll. There was a part of him that believed his actions should match his words, but looking at her exhausted, naked body he wasn’t sure that a spanking and using the whip as a switch would be the most effective method of dealing with her. There was more than one way to dominate a woman, and Spence looked forward to finding the ways that worked best for Harper.

Picking up the whip, Spence stroked it down her spine, enjoying how her body quivered. He moved around her body, tracing the whip down her body, tickling her in some places and flicking it in others, giving her a quick bite of pain. She moaned as she writhed, dangling on the line.

Drawing the whip across her ass, he flicked it lightly, watching as thin red wheals began to rise. They would be gone by morning, but hopefully the memory and the lesson would remain.

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It was hard to think; hard to do anything but feel as Spence used the whip to play with her body. She had no way to get away from him and began to wonder if she even wanted to. When he used it to play and tease, her libido kicked in and left her with nothing but need and want. The first strike of the whip as an instrument of pain sizzled across her ass, making her skin burn for a moment before the heat sank in and arousal spread throughout her system.

The whip came back down. She could hear the whiz of it as he laid it across her ass, making her hiss as tears began to stream down her face. For some reason, it was okay to cry with Spence. He didn’t see it as weakness, but as a necessary catharsis. Her head fell forward as she moaned.

Harper had always believed there was something perverse and wrong with her that she fantasized about this—having a partner who held her accountable and kept her safe within his protective embrace. Over and over the whip licked across her skin, inflicting pain that turned to heat which, in turn, became pleasure. Somehow, she knew this was what she needed, and Spence seemed to understand that.

Spence brought the whip down with practiced skill, giving her what she needed without her having to ask. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn’t muffle the moans that became a constant harmony to the song the whip seemed to sing. As he continued to use the whip, Harper slipped into a space where nothing mattered other than Spence and the way he played her body like a finely tuned instrument.

And then, it was gone. He untied the rope and lowered her into his waiting arms. Harper slid down the front of his body, the rough denim of his jeans, making the front of her body come alive. She could feel his strong cock throbbing behind his fly. Supporting her weight as she sagged into him, he tossed one of the soft wool coolers used to keep a horse from getting a chill after a bath over a bale of hay that had been stacked upon several pallets to keep it off the ground.

Without unbinding her, he laid her over the bale face down. His hand as he jerked open the buttons of his fly, making harsh contact with her welted backside. Kicking her legs apart, he stepped between them, grasping her hips as he shoved his hard cock deep inside her and began to stroke her in a maddeningly slow rhythm—from the very tip of his cock all the way to the root. In and out. Forward and back. She could do nothing as she was bound, and his strong grip kept her in place.

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