“You didn’t think I’d let you off that lightly, did you?” He could feel her wide blue eyes tracking his movements as he stepped over to the wall and removed one of the narrow short leads. “This should do.”
“Uh, Sir, maybe we could talk about this.” Leslie’s face had paled but arousal still shone in her eyes and glistened along her slit.
“Maybe you should have thought of the consequences before defying a direct order.”
“I was only trying to…”
Kurt snapped the lead across her butt, snagging her breath. “I know what you were doing, and why. But, as much as I appreciate your intentions, only my father can mend things between us. Say your safeword or turn around and be quiet.”
“Fine.” She huffed, flipped her head back down and wiggled her ass, a gesture that both amused and aroused him.
Kurt wasn’t as put out about her reasons for ignoring his wishes as he let on. Delivering a few strikes that wrapped the thin leather across both cheeks, he admitted to the satisfaction of seeing how much his girl cared. That didn’t negate his annoyance over her refusal to leave him alone to stew in his bad mood. Still, he wasn’t an unfeeling Master, and his cock was demanding relief too long denied.
He halted at five strokes, the red, puffy lines on top of the scarlet hue covering her ass enough to appease him. “You’ve tolerated your punishment very well, sweetheart.” Cupping her puffy labia, he rubbed his palm up and down her damp seam.
Leslie groaned, pressing against his hand. She tried to move her arms and he heard her frustration as she realized the shirt still kept them pinned at her sides. “Sir, please,” she whispered, the needy ache in her voice matching the throbbing demand of his cock.
“I’ve missed hearing you beg, sweetheart.” Sliding two fingers deep inside her quivering pussy, he fished a condom out of his back pocket.
Hearing the rip of the crinkling wrapper, she turned amused eyes up to him. “You walk around your ranch with a condom in your pocket?”
“Only since bringing you here. Fuck but you’re tight, and wet.” Pulling his fingers from her grasping, slick heat, Kurt covered himself and slid inside her in one smooth stroke. “This is going to be hard and fast. Brace yourself.”
She did so without complaint, grabbing the handle under the wooden sawhorse to hold on to as he pummeled her sheath with pounding thrusts. The stand wobbled under his assault but her weight, combined with the heavy saddle, ensured it wouldn’t topple over. Just to be safe, he leaned forward, bracing his hands next to her hips, adding pressure as he used his line-dancing hip action skill to bury himself inside her over and over.
“That’s it, Leslie,” he ground out as those strong, velvet soft muscles clamped around his pistoning shaft then massaged his length with rhythmic convulsions. “Come on my cock, show me how much getting down and dirty with me in a shed turns you on.”
At the club, she wasn’t shy – few were after attending several times. But Leslie wasn’t one to take risks, and that she would brave being heard by his hands, or someone walking in on them, told him how much she cared.
Convulsing around his ramming strokes, her cries of, “Yes, yes, yes!” resonated around the room as she exploded in climax.
Kurt shook and swore as her pu
ssy kneaded his flesh until he saw stars from his own eruption, an orgasm that released enough endorphins to forget all about hurtful words. He continued to pump inside her as they both came down from the exultant highs by slow degrees, their harsh breathing echoing in the otherwise silent space.
“The next time you deprive me of your delectable body, I won’t be so forgiving.” He pulled back, helped her up and turned her to see her wide smile of satisfaction and mirth.
“If you call that spanking forgiving, I don’t think I’ll test that threat any time soon.” Leslie leaned against him, rubbing her pointed nipples against his bare chest. “I’ve missed this, too.”
Slapping her butt, he grinned. “Your fault.” Kurt adjusted her top, latched her bra after licking over each nipple and then buttoned her up. “You right your jeans while I take care of myself, and then get out of here. As it is, our ride will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Pulling up her jeans, she gave him a finger wave and sassy grin. “I liked that ride better anyway.”
“Leslie, let’s get going!”
Giving each miniature horse one last stroke down their nose, Leslie heeded the warning in Kurt’s voice and backed out of the stall. She was already attached to the pair who watched her every movement with wide, wary gazes that tugged at her heartstrings.
“Coming, coming,” she called out, rushing outside, squinting against the early afternoon sunlight.
She’d been disappointed when Leland didn’t clear the air between him and Kurt yesterday, but was too relaxed from the night she’d spent in Kurt’s bed and excited about riding the pretty mare he was leading toward her to worry about it. It was difficult enough to keep from fretting over the disruption of her life and the possibility of getting uprooted yet again. Both Agent Summers and Detective Reynolds had kept in touch and the latest news of a possible lead connecting a money trail from Glascott to a known thug with a long record offered the first sliver of hope.
“Oh.” Stumbling to a halt, Leslie held out a hand to the velvety soft nose reaching for her. The mare’s charcoal brown coat and splash of white with chocolate spots covering the hind quarters gave away the breed. “She’s gorgeous. An Appaloosa, right?”
Kurt nodded. “Yes, this is Anna Leigh, a new acquisition but I’ve ridden her to make sure of her temperament before picking her for you. She won’t give you any trouble, and I’ll ride as close to you as I can in case you get nervous. Ready?”
Leslie beamed at him, pleased to see his mood had improved from yesterday. “Ready.” He boosted her up and as comfortable as she felt sitting astride the dainty mare, she missed all those hard, rippling muscles embracing her from behind. She had it bad for Master Kurt, she knew that now and didn’t shy away from admitting it to herself. If only the threat against her would just go away, she could get more excited about seeing where this could lead.
“Good girl. Sit tight while I mount.” Untying Atlas from the rail, he swung up on his massive stallion with an agility Leslie wondered if she’d ever achieve.