Page 100 of First Touch

“Eyes front,” he snapped when he saw me looking. I heard his steps as he crossed to me. “You don’t want to see what I’m going to do to you. You want it to be a surprise.”

Yes. I do. “Do I want it rough?”

“So rough.” His hand slapped against an ass cheek, and I squeaked. “And fast.” He slapped the other. Then he rubbed the sting away in a circular pattern, spreading the burn throughout my skin.

“Do I want you to hurt me?” My voice was gritted.

“Yes.” He smacked me again, each cheek in quick succession before he massaged. “And you want to think that I might hurt you a lot.”

He knew me. Knew me so well. Knew what I wanted. Knew how to give it to me.

Maybe he even knew when to stop.

He came around to where my head was now. “Give me your hands.”

I lifted my wrists to him and he bound them with my bra, knotting it as tight as he could manage with the makeshift rope.

He leaned down to meet me at eye level. “Don’t talk. Don’t move. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Parker,” he called out. “I need one of the crops.”

“Which one?”

“The Weaver. Twenty-four inch. And a lead. A short one will do.”

My skin tingled from my scalp to my toes. I wanted to look behind me, see where Parker was, wanted to sit up in a less disgraceful position. It was one thing to be naked in front of strangers. Another to be naked in front of people I’d met that I wasn’t sleeping with. And quite another, still, to be scandalized in their presence.

But as the anxiety about it itched through my chest, arousal sang through my veins in equal proportion.

Reeve ignored me while he waited for Parker. Didn’t talk to me, didn’t touch me, and as the seconds ticked by feeling like hours, my breathing grew heavier, my heart pounded in my chest, my cunt throbbed.

Finally, finally, footsteps sounded in the distance. They slowed as they got closer. “Well, this is new,” Parker said from behind me, his tone edged with lewdness. “Great addition to the stable.”

“Prettiest filly I’ve ever owned.” Reeve’s palm – at least, I guessed it was his – stroked down my flank. “Gorgeous, round hindquarters.”

Parker whistled. “Yeah, they are.”

Feet shuffled closer then halted when Reeve said, “Touch her, I’ll break your neck.”

“Gotcha.” A pause. “Here’s your stuff. Have fun.”

I could hear the clank, clank of Parker’s retreat, the spurs of his boots jostling with each step. His retreat was still echoing through the barn when something tapped me on my cunt. Not hard, just a whisper of a tap. “We’ll have lots of fun, won’t we, Blue Eyes?”

He dragged the object through my folds then, swirling around my clit before going lower, so the only answer I had was, “Mmmm.”

“You’re even wetter than you were. I knew you were looking forward to this. Want to see?”

“Yes.”

Reeve came around to my face and stuck the end of a crop in front of me. The tongue glistened with fluid. “That’s from you.” He brought the tip to his mouth and sucked. “You taste good, Em.” It was so base. So depraved.

It made me so hot, I was almost sure I could come right there.

“You want to taste what I taste. You’re so dirty like that, how you love the taste of yourself almost as much as I do. Guess what, Em. I’m going to give you what you want.”

The crop was thrust back toward me, but instead of rising to my lips like I’d expected, it tapped underneath my chin. “Open,” Reeve commanded.