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.
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.