Chapter 20 #2
Kip trembled as she waited, statue still, for what he had planned for her. Suddenly realizing that edible glitter bombs might not have been the best idea.
He stepped behind her, the heat of his body chasing away the chill.
The crop traced up the back of her thigh, over the curve of her ass, beneath the swell of her breast to circle one nipple, then the other.
As he brought her skin to life, he whispered softly against her ear.
“You have been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, little fox. ”
She couldn’t remember how to form words.
All she could do was hold her breath and wait.
He didn’t seem to need an answer from her.
“But your mouth on my cock was so hot, I’ve decided a funishment is in order.
Tell me, Foxy, have you ever read about a sex saddle in those books I see you reading behind the counter at The Broken Bridle when you think no one is watching? ”
Her knees almost buckled when she realized what he’d said.
First, because he not only saw her reading at work but also noticed the type of books she read.
Second, because… OMG!! So what if she’d read books that might have contained stuff like that?
Reading about it didn’t mean she wanted to actually do it!
Only... she kind of did. But just thinking about it made her stomach flutter, like a hundred tiny butterflies waking up and all wanting to escape at once.
“Cat got your tongue, dirty girl? Let me help you loosen it up.”
Tap…Tap…Tap.
Without warning, he delivered three light, teasing flicks with the crop—one to each nipple and one to her mons—that made her gasp and arch as the warming sting blossomed into sweet fire.
“Ever wonder why I keep a saddle stand in our bedroom, babygirl?” His voice was as smooth as dark honey with a bite of whiskey against her ear.
She shook her head, throat dry. “I… I thought it was for blankets.”
A low chuckle vibrated through his chest into her back.
“Uh-huh. But this is much better. I’m going to let you go for a ride while I spank your bottom with my crop.
This isn’t a punishment, little fox. This is a reward.
You’re meant to enjoy this. If you don’t like it, what do you say so Daddy will know to stop? ”
As he spoke, he ran his hands all over her body, discovering places she hadn’t realized were erogenous until he showed her. “R-red, Daddy. I say red.”
“Good girl. Now let Daddy get you set for your ride.” He stood so close his rigid cock pressed against the crack of her ass.
Reaching between her legs, he ran his finger around her clit before going further and entering her.
“You are so wet, babygirl. Someone’s excited about her riding lesson.
Tell me,” he said as he slid his finger even further back to tap her pucker hole.
“Have you even had anyone play with you here?”
He did not just ask that. He did not just touch her most private, intimate spot! She shook her head. “N-no, Daddy.”
“Well, little fox, you are in for a treat.”
He turned to the saddle and took out a small bottle of lubricant, coating both the larger and the smaller dildos.
Once he was satisfied, he lifted her like she weighed nothing and settled her onto the saddle.
The leather of the saddle was warm and soft against her thighs.
Lifting her higher, he positioned her where he wanted before carefully lowering her toward the saddle.
The thick dildo pressed to the opening of her pussy, but that wasn’t what startled her. The shorter, thinner dildo pressed against her bottom hole. He slowly lowered her down onto both of them.
The large one stretched the walls of her pussy, causing the heat to flare deep inside her.
The smaller one penetrated her, too. Not painful, but it was definitely a feeling of naughty fullness she’d never experienced before.
Taking his time and watching her closely, he slid both home in one slick, perfect glide that stretched her open and stole her breath.
The fullness was overwhelming, the ridges on the dildos dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.
She’d never been more turned on in her life.
Trace’s fingers trailed down her spine, slow and deliberate, until they settled on the small of her back.
He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, then straightened.
The saddle creaked beneath her as he stepped back.
The soft click of a remote surprised her, but not as much as what happened next.
Both toys inside her woke at once.
The thick shaft buried in her pussy began to throb, low and steady, a pulse that dragged a broken sound from her throat.
The plug in her ass joined it, buzzing harder, deeper, the vibrations rolling through muscle and bone.
The sensations overwhelmed her. What was this doing to her?
Her thighs shook. She had never felt anything fill her in two places and move on its own.
The sensation clawed up her spine and lodged behind her eyes.
“Trace—” Her voice cracked. And when he increased the vibration, she forgot what she was going to say.
He moved into her line of sight, crouching so their faces were level. His eyes were dark, amused, hungry. “You feel that, babygirl? That’s just the warm-up.”
She tried to rock forward, to chase the pressure or escape it, she wasn’t sure which. But the cuffs held her pinned, chest pressed against leather, hips tilted and locked. The vibrations climbed another notch. Her breath hitched; slick heat spilled from her, coating the saddle beneath her.
“Daddy,” she whimpered.
“That’s right.” Leaning over her, he brushed his thumb over her nether lips. Shifting back in front of her, he smeared the wetness on her lower lip. “Say it again.”
The feelings of pleasure building inside her threatened to consume her. She could not control her body. “Daddy! Daddy… please—”
“Please, what?” He tilted his head, pretending to listen while stroking her hair. “Please stop? Please more? You’re gonna have to be specific, little fox.”
The dildo inside her suddenly surged, a slow, mechanical thrust that dragged along her front wall and punched the air from her lungs. Then another. And another. The rhythm started lazy, almost gentle, but each stroke ended with the buzzing plug grinding deeper into her ass.
She moaned, her forehead pressed to the pommel. She shifted her hips, trying either to match the movement or escape it. Both were impossible. She wanted to scream, but she wasn’t sure if it would be in rapture or rage.
Trace stood, circling behind her again. He picked up the crop and rested it on her right cheek, cool against her skin. “Count for me, Kip. Every time this pretty ass turns pink, you count. If you lose track, we start over.”
The first slap landed hard, fire across her skin. The toys never paused; the dildo kept its relentless, measured pace, the plug vibrating so hard her toes curled. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“Count for me, Foxy. This is your only warning.” His voice rumbled from his chest, the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
Not wanting any extra, maybe, she gasped out, “One.”
Another snap of the crop, just as sharp, on her other cheek.
“Two… Oh, Daddy—” She wasn’t sure whether she would have asked him to stop or keep going. The fire each slap lit on her bottom shifted to warmth and slid straight to her pussy. It didn’t matter because the choice wasn’t hers to make.
He didn’t let up. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each snap and pop drove her down onto the moving shaft, forcing the plug deeper, and sending sparks shooting to her clit even though nothing touched it. Tears pricked her eyes. Even though her voice cracked, she called out every number.
At ten, her legs trembled so hard she was actually thankful for the saddle beneath her. At fifteen, she was sobbing the counts, her tears wetting the leather beneath her cheek. She’d never be able to explain it, but it was the hottest thing she’d ever done.
Trace paused, fingers sliding through the slickness between her thighs. He brought them to her mouth. “Taste how wet you are for me, Foxy.”
She sucked his fingers clean without hesitation, her tongue desperate, hips still rolling in tiny, pointless circles against the saddle.
“You’re being such a good girl,” he murmured. “Daddy’s proud of you.”
Then he pressed the remote again. The dildo sped up, thrusting faster, harder, the head nudging that spot inside her with each stroke. The plug kicked into a higher gear, buzzing so intensely she could feel it in her teeth.
She almost lost her mind. The need inside her was a force with a life of its own. She wasn’t sure she’d survive. “Trace… Daddy… I… I can’t—”
“You can.” His hand cracked across her ass, three quick blows that left her screaming. “You will. You’ll come when I say, Kip. Not a second before.”
She was close. So, so close to coming. The orgasm coiled low and fierce in her belly, ready to explode. Every thrust, every vibration, every stinging snap of the crop pushed her toward the edge and held her there.
He leaned over her again, his mouth at her ear. When he spoke, his voice was rough with his own desire. “Now, little fox. Come all over Daddy’s saddle while your ass is on fire and you’re stuffed full. Show me how thankful you are for your lesson. Come now!”
The command shattered her.
She came with a ragged cry. Her body seized.
Her pussy clenched around the thrusting toy as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known tore through her.
Her vision went white as she screamed his name over and over.
As the waves started to fade, she sagged in the cuffs, limp and trembling, tears and sweat dripping onto the leather beneath her.
The toys slowed but didn’t stop, drawing soft aftershocks from her oversensitive body.