Crack the Whip (12 page)

“We’ll see how well you take your punishment. I like to use the whip as an instrument of foreplay. And it will leave such nice marks on that beautiful ass of yours.” He kissed the small of her back. “Reminding you who you belong to. And you do belong to me, Katydid. Make no mistake.” She heard him doing something behind her. “But the paddle first, to warm you up.” He chuckled softly. “And remind you never to run off and leave me again.”

The heavy padded board smacked her ass with a stinging slap, heat raced along the surface of her skin, and she jerked in her restraints.

“Ten,” he told her. “Ten with each. Count with me. I like my sub to count out each one.”

The paddle slapped again.

“Ow! Ow! Ouch!” It stung, and heat bloomed on her buttocks, but oh how fast it streaked to her desperately needy pussy and warmed her clit. “Two!”

Again the paddle fell, and this time lust mingled with the pain. Every molecule in her body wanted him to fuck her.

Hard. Now. But she breathed through the desperation and waited for the next rush of sensation.

“Three.”

She counted them out for him, pushing through the pain, welcoming the pleasure, delighting in his sounds of satisfaction. When they reached ten, her ass and her pussy were so inflamed the heat consumed her and aroused her to the point of distraction.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Katie heard the thud as he dropped the paddle, then the hiss and crack as he snapped the whip through the air. His favorite, that single tail whip. She remembered how horny she got when she’d spied on him, watched him use it on India. And tonight she’d felt the fire rise within
him
when she’d caressed
his
body with it.

She closed her eyes, waiting, jerking when she felt the first sting.

“One.” His voice was firm, commanding. “Count with me, Katie, or we’ll make it twenty.”

Again the lash fell, a streak of fire against her already heated flesh.

“T-Two,” she stuttered and tried again to press her throbbing, aching, hungry clit against the leather of the bench.

Again the whip kissed her skin. And again, all the way to ten. Her entire body was on fire by the time he finished, her pussy dripping wet, her pulse pounding so hard she was sure Reece must hear it.

Reece moved his hand slowly over the sweet, red ass upturned to him, then bent and slowly kissed each and every welt. When his fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy, he smiled to himself at the copious amount of liquid he discovered. Oh, yes, she was hot and ready. What a delightful little sub. Better than he dared hope for. But more than that, she was his heart. Had he proved to her this relationship could work? That he gave her his trust as easily as he wanted hers?

Reece unfastened the shackles and eased her from the bench, pulling her into his arms, rubbing her sore bottom.

Each stroke of his hand on her skin sent fresh liquid into her aching cunt. He put a hand beneath her chin and tilted up her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Slowly she opened her eyes.

“What do you see on my face? Is there anything there or in my eyes but complete love for you? Answer me.” His breathing halted as he waited for her answer.

Finally she shook her head. “No. Yes, I see you love me.”

“And do you believe me when I say I’ll always love you?

And this will work because I will never take more than you want to freely give?” He paused. “Say it, Katydid. Say the words.”

“I love you.” The words slid from her mouth on an exhalation of breath. “And I believe you.”

The tension eased from his muscles. “All right, then. Now get on your hands and knees because I’m going to fuck you senseless in that beautiful ass of yours.”

She tensed slightly as she arranged herself in the position he requested, then visibly relaxed as he prodded at her anal sphincter, inserting a finger to lubricate her tissues. When he was sure he’d smoothed enough gel into her tunnel, he applied the lube liberally to his raging hard-on.

He reminded himself to go a little slow, but he was so damn ready for her, so damn horny it was a real effort. Then the head of his cock was there, pushing, pressing, shoving.

She drew in a deep breath and let it out. Then another, and another as he inched his way into her.

Jesus, she was tight as a fist, her hot tissues gripping him so hard he had to fight for control. From behind her he slid one hand between her open thighs, invading her folds until he found her hot, throbbing clit.

And then he rode her, a steady in and out movement, increasing in pace, increasing in force as the friction rubbed his cock and his balls tightened. Katie was making the most delicious little sounds, whimpering and crying and then shouting his name. He stroked her clit, again, again, as the familiar icy tingling raced up his spine and into his testicles.

And then, then, then…

“Now, Katie. Come. Right. Now.”

They exploded together, the force so violent it shook his entire body. She shuddered beneath him, crying out, pushing back against him, her ass milking him. He spun out, whirling, tumbling, twisting before finally coming to rest.

They both fell forward, collapsing on the floor, exhausted.

Reece turned to keep his weight from her and lay with her in his arms, rocking her, while his heartbeat did its best to return to normal and his breath seesawed in and out of his lungs. He stroked her hair, kissing her forehead and murmuring nonsense to her until they had both recovered. He tilted her chin up and looked into her face.

“Come home with me, Katie. Stay with me. Not just tonight but forever. Be mine.”

She frowned. “But…the club. Your friends. I mean…How will we manage it all? What will people say?”

“We’ll work it out. All of it. I promise.” He sighed as he tucked her head beneath his chin. “It’s you I always wanted, you know. The only person who could fit into all the pieces of my life.”

She sighed and nestled against him. “I’ve been running away from it for years, Reece, but I’ve never left it behind.

Yes, I’ll be yours. Always.”

He tightened his arms around her, his heart at peace for the first time in a long time. Katie was the only woman who could blend his two worlds and be at home in both. They still had challenges to meet, but those challenges were nothing as long as the two of them were together. He and his perfect little subbie.

Reece smiled to himself as he thought of all the alterations he was going to add to his bedroom right away. Especially a hook over their bed to hang the whip on, a constant reminder that it bound them together. Forever.

About the Author

Desiree Holt is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the ages of her stories.

She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as a CAPA Award, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”

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Eight Second Ride

by

Desiree Holt

Jessie Wade is a tough as nails sheriff until bull rider Kyle Mitchell ends up in her jail. With his bone-melting good looks and seductive voice, he knocks Jessie’s defenses down one by one and awakens the sensuous woman she’s hidden beneath her uniform. But Jessie can’t afford to be soft. Or allow herself to fall for a cowboy who’s never in one town longer than it takes to ride a bull.

Kyle never backs down from a challenge, but after a passionate night with Jessie, he realizes there’s a hell of a woman behind the handcuffs and badge. Can Kyle convince Jessie he can take her for more than an eight-second ride?

Kyle Mitchell wanted to pry his eyes open but someone was pounding a drum inside his head so hard he was afraid to see daylight. Not only that, but whatever he was lying on was harder than a concrete floor and killing his back. He needed aspirin and coffee in large supply. He tried to raise his hands to press them against his aching temples but something jerked his right hand and prevented him from lifting it.
Now
he opened his eyes. And wished he hadn’t.

Unfortunately this wasn’t the first jail cell he’d been in, but he was pretty sure it was the worst. And he was pretty sure it hadn’t been modernized in the last fifty years. One wall consisted of the usual arrangement of bars with a portion of it hinged for a door. The sleeping arrangement, rather than a crummy cot that would have been a vast improvement, was a flat piece of wood with a mattress on it so thin he was sure he’d be able to see through it. And it was the kind that pulled down from the wall on chains.

And speaking of chain, he yanked at his right hand again and discovered he was handcuffed to one length of chain.

Damn! What the hell had happened? What had he gotten himself into now?

Squinting against the brightness of the light from the ceiling lights he looked down the length of his body.

Boots. Check.

Jeans. Check.

He clapped his left hand over his waist in a sudden panic.

Champion belt buckle! Okay! Check.

Shirt. Check.

He rubbed a hand over his square jaw, feeling the stubble of yesterday’s beard growth. Testing everywhere on his face he discovered his nose was tender but not broken, but the rest of his face felt as if a bull had stomped on it.

Wait. Was that what had happened? The last thing he remembered was lasting the full eight seconds on Sodbuster before landing in the dirt of the rodeo arena. Everything else was a blur.

“Well. It looks like you’re finally awake.”

The voice was pure music, soft, with a faint drawl.

Squinting through the bars he thought for a minute his heart was going to stop beating. In the hallway looking in at him was about five-foot-four of the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen. Dark blonde curls tumbled down to her shoulders, framing a lightly tanned face with emerald green eyes peeking out from thick, thick lashes. The stiff fabric of the uniform shirt she wore couldn’t conceal the lush ripeness of her breasts any more than the pants hid her mouthwatering curves.

But what really shook him up was the star gleaming from its place of prominence on her shirt, right over one of those nicely rounded breasts.

Holy hell! This was the sheriff?

He looked at her and something inside turned over. He had an urgent need to see this woman naked in his bed, but not the way he did with the usual women he rolled in the sheets with. Not an eight-second ride and done. No, even in his pitiful condition he could imagine making slow, soul-searing love to her. Everything from his balls to his brain went on instant alert.

Kyle did his best to clear the frogs out of his throat and twist his dry lips into a smile.

Have pity on me. Whatever I did, I want to spend the rest
of my life making it up to you.

“Mornin’, ma’am. I’d tip my hat to you but it seems to have disappeared.”

“The only pleasantries I’d like from you, Mr. Mitchell, are an apology, your fine paid and to see the backside of you as you leave my jail.”

There was no humor on her face as she swung the door open, strode across the cell and reached to unlock the handcuff. Kyle didn’t know if it was his apparently scruffy appearance or the shit-eating grin on his face that made her stop just before she reached him.

“Swing yourself around and sit up, Mr. Mitchell. And keep your free hand to yourself. Don’t let my size or my sex fool you. I’m an expert in three kinds of hand-to-hand combat.”

He felt every one of his thirty-five years and his head still pounded like a jungle drum, but he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face. He sure did like women with spirit, and this one obviously had more than her share.

“Can I ask why it was necessary to keep me cuffed all night? The way I feel, I couldn’t take on a baby.”

She looked at him with disgust. “The way you were swinging at my deputies, I was afraid you’d take out the whole squad. I guess anyone who could tame the famous Sodbuster could handle just about anyone.”

He managed a weak grin. It was slowly coming back to him. “Oh, yeah. Sodbuster. Got my eight seconds in this time.”

“And a whole lot more, as I understand.”

He slid a glance at her. “Don’t tell me you were there.”

“Didn’t have to be. While you were trying to beat them up, my deputies were singing your praises. Half of them were there for the rodeo finals last night. Saw your eight-second ride on Sodbuster.”

His chuckle was a little rusty. “Are you impressed?”

She managed to unlock him with as little contact as possible, an amazing feat, then stood back, a good three feet away.

“Disgusted would be more like it. It takes a lot more than that to impress me. I’d think a big rodeo star like you would want to set a better example for others.”

“Example, huh?” Kyle stood slowly, taking inventory of his aching body. “If I promise to behave can you dig me up some aspirin?”

“I’ll have my deputy find some for you. Follow me.”

She turned and headed out of the cell, expecting Kyle to follow her. He scrambled off the bunk and caught up to her as quickly as he could. He started to reach for her arm before he remembered what she’d said about touching her.”Uh, ma’am?

Excuse me, Sheriff?”

“Just follow me,” she snapped over her shoulder. “We’ll take care of business and you’ll be on your way.”