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I let my jaw fall open and he stuffed familiar white lace material inside – the remnants of my panties. He’d made sure the lining of the crotch was what hit my tongue, and as I tasted myself I was at once repulsed and turned on. Or, rather, turned on more. I couldn’t begin to understand the opposing reactions. They pulled at each other, feeding into each other, fueling my desire to limits above and beyond the lust I’d felt before.

He wasn’t done though. “Bite around this.” He stuck a green braided rope, less than an inch thick, in my mouth. I bit around the rope, securing the panties behind it. “Don’t drop it. Understand?”

I couldn’t talk anymore now that I’d been gagged, so I simply nodded.

“Good girl,” he said as he walked back to my rear, dragging the crop along my ribcage.

There was no warning before the first thwack hit my skin. No warm-up. Just thwack, a sharp, concentrated sting across my cheek, causing me to grunt and my leg to lift reflexively.

He didn’t massage the bite away, didn’t touch me before the next hit. The other cheek now, but higher up than the last one. He continued like this, one swat after another in no identifiable pattern so that I had no idea where the next one would land. On and on until my grunts turned to cries, until my ass was on fire, until my eyes were watering and my jaw ached from clenching.

By the time he was done, my pussy was trembling with need and I imagined my backside was streaked with red. He pressed his body against the burning flesh of my ass and I felt the tip of his cock at my wet entrance.

He entered me then. Plunged into me with a sharp, hard thrust that reached so far inside of me, so deep that I gasped, nearly dropping the rope from my mouth. The climax that had been building little by little while he’d spanked and whipped and played shot through me, exploding like carbonated soda out of a shaken-up can.

While I was still twitching and groaning, I felt the tug of the rope in my mouth from both ends, and I realized Reeve was gripping them, pulling my neck back as though they were reins, and I was his pretty pony to ride.

And he did ride me. He pulsed into me with his cock, one hand pulling at the lead, keeping my head erect, the other digging into my hip. All the while he talked to me. Spoke sinful, licentious words that made me buck and flail underneath him. Said things like, “You want this because you’re a slut.” And, “You’re dirty.” And, “Such a filthy girl who wants to be fucked like she’s a nasty whore.”

My second climax came on even faster. The third was on its heels, shuddering through me with aching leisure. Squeezing the breath from my lungs, causing my legs to give out even with the support of the hay bales underneath me.

Reeve dropped the rope, pulled out of me, and flipped me over to my back. He shoved inside me, pushing through the clenching of my pussy to continue his assault. The bra had loosened during the shift and my hands were free now. He leaned over me, pinning me down as he fucked me with more fury and fervor than he ever had.

His eyes bore into mine from above. “I’m the perverted sick asshole who likes to say this shit to you,” he said, his voice raw and rough. “Who likes to fuck you like this. What does that mean about me?” His tone tightened and his inflection drifted upward as his orgasm came rumbling through him with brutal force. He ground his pelvis against mine, the fabric of his jeans prickling at the sensitive skin of my behind. He groaned and growled, his fingers clawing into my wrists, his eyes clamped shut.

As soon as he’d released enough to let go of my hands, I sat up, spit the panties out of my mouth, and pulled his face toward me. “Maybe that just means you’re made for me.”

I kissed him, hard, my mouth claiming his, my lips shaping his with vicious, unyielding devotion. Soon, he was kissing me in return. His hands came up to wrap around my face. When our mouths broke, we clutched onto each other, our heads huddled together as we gasped for breath.

Eventually, he began mumbling. Incoherent words that turned into my name. “Emily, Emily, Emily.” He stroked his palms up and down my back. “You’re freezing cold. We need to get you warm.”

I hadn’t noticed until he’d mentioned it. It was only fifty degrees out and about the same temperature in the barn. “Well, I don’t think my shirt’s of use anymore.”

“I suppose not. Here.” He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. “Get dressed as best as you can. I’ll put this stuff away and then we’ll go give you a hot bath. Then, later, if you’re up to it, maybe we’ll get a bonfire going.”

“I’m in.”

He took a step away, but came immediately back. “One more,” he said as he slanted his mouth over mine.

One more and one more and one more, I thought. Always another one more. I’d take them all. I’d take even more.

Reeve headed down the aisle. I pulled up my pants and zipped his jacket over my breasts. I found my bra and shirt and wrapped them in my jacket. Cradling the bundle under one arm, I stuck my ice-cold hands in my pockets. Reeve’s pockets. My right hand closed around something metal. Keys. I pulled them out to study them, my heart pounding.

There were nine keys in total on the ring, a mix of gold and silver. I had no idea what they all opened, but I was sure one of them went to his office.

Before I could think too hard, before I could doubt or second-guess or talk myself out of it, I tucked the keys inside the bundle of my clothes. No guilt, I said silently. It’s done. I could decide what I did with them later.

“Ready?” he asked from down the aisle.

“More than.” I tightened my grip on the bundle and hurried up to meet him, already rationalizing my actions in my head. He’d left me no choice really. He still hadn’t told me about Amber. If I had to find out my own way, I felt justified.

Never mind that I hadn’t told him about Amber either. Things were changing between us, but we both still had secrets.

CHAPTER 26

Back at the house, Reeve set me up in a hot bath with Epsom salt to soothe the lashes from the crop and the sore muscles from the day’s ride – both of them. Later, after dinner, we went out back to the fire pit with a group of men from the ranch. It was Friday and warm for April, according to Charlie, the kind of night for “boozing and blazing,” as he put it.

Brent and Parker joined as well and though the latter grinned knowingly every time he happened to glance my way, it wasn’t as uncomfortable of a gathering as I might have imagined. This was the closest thing Reeve had to family, I realized now, and explained his relationship with Kaya’s staff. He relaxed with them, joking and laughing unlike he did with anyone else I’d seen him with. Not that I’d seen him with many people. Through the stories shared among them, I learned Reeve had been quite wild in his youth and long past. He’d dabbled in recreational drugs and gambling and women.