“Oh, god,” she moans.
I’m rubbing her clit and fingering her in a steady rhythm. I can feel her rocking against my hand, her thighs trembling and her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Only good girls get to cum,” I tell her in a low voice.
She groans and presses harder against my hand, desperate for release.
“Say you’re my girl,” I demand.
Silence for a moment, then she gasps, “I’m yours!”
“Mine to protect?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Mine to ride?”
“YES!” she cries, right on the edge.
I stop fingering her and she cries out in frustration.
But she doesn’t have long to wait. Instead, I grip her by the hips, and I thrust my cock into that tight, wet pussy. She screams out with pleasure as I fuck her from behind. Holding tight to her hips, I slam into her again and again, my hips smacking against her ass even louder than the riding crop.
I reach down to rub that swollen little clit in time with my thrusts.
It only takes three seconds to tip her over the edge. I feel her pussy clenching and twitching around my cock, and she lets out a long, strangled cry as I finally allow her to orgasm.
The climax goes on and on and on. Every thrust seems to wring another wave of pleasure out of her.
I’m dying to explode inside of her at the same time. My balls are throbbing. The rhythmic squeezing of her pussy is almost irresistible. But I hold back, just barely.
Instead, I drop down behind her and I start to eat her pussy. I lick her clit, feeling how hot and swollen and tender it is against my tongue.
Riona cries out, too sensitive from her orgasm. But I keep going, gently at first, and then with a little more pressure as I feel her relax and start rocking against my tongue. I lick her steadily, and deeply. Building a second climax.
“Oh my god . . . oh . . . I can’t . . . ” she pants.
“Cum for me again,” I demand, my face buried in her cunt.
Her pussy feels like it’s on fire. She tastes sweeter than ever. Her pussy is velvet against my tongue, and I’m lapping it harder and harder, pushing my fingers inside of her.
“Ohhhh YES!” she screams, as she starts to cum again.
This orgasm hits her hard, like a hammer. Her whole body tenses up. She grimaces as if she’s in pain, but really it’s pleasure, pleasure so intense that it’s almost unbearable.
She gives a soft little sob as her body finally releases. She’s draped over the wooden bench, weak and spent.
I untie the ropes around her wrists and ankles, and I lift her off the bench.
She’s as limp as laundry fresh out of the wringer. She can’t even hold up her head, which lolls against my arm. I pull off the last remains of the dress, so her slim body is completely nude.
I’m not done with her yet. I’m going to fuck her senseless.
Like the horse that galloped to pure exhaustion, I’m going to show Riona the peak of pleasure I can give her, if she’ll give herself to me.
I lift her up, her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Then I find a bare spot on the barn wall and I press her against it, sliding my cock inside of her once more. I fuck her up against that wall with the speed and ferocity of a stallion mounting a filly. I drive into her again and again, her legs locked around my waist and her clit rubbing against the flat patch of stomach right above my cock.
I lock my hands under her ass, pulling her tight against me. Making sure my cock fills her all the way up, so every inch of her is stimulated.
Her bare breasts rub against my chest, the friction on her hard little nipples making her gasp.
I seize a handful of her hair and kiss her again, tasting those orgasms on her breath, tasting sweat and blood from my own split lip.
I’m about to cum. I can’t hold back much longer.
But I’m determined to force one more orgasm out of Riona first.
She’s exhausted, but I can feel her clit grinding against me, and I can feel her pussy starting to tense and tighten again.
“Cum for me,” I growl in her ear. “Cum for me right now.”
Riona bites down hard on my shoulder, strangling her yell. She’s cumming for a third time, her thighs clenched tight around me and her arms clinging to my neck.
This time I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I erupt inside of her, an orgasm that feels like an aneurysm. My head explodes at the same time as my cock, in a brilliant, blinding rush that almost knocks me out. I’m cumming harder than I ever have in my life. Violently hard, with shocking intensity.
I have to drop Riona down on a pile of clean hay, and I fall down on top of her, still blinded by flashing lights, with my cock still pulsing and dripping cum, even though I’ve pulled out of her.
I wrap her up in my arms and I squeeze her tight, unable to speak.
Riona looks delirious, eyelids fluttering.
We’re both drenched in sweat, though I didn’t realize it until now. I think the temperature in the barn has gone up by thirty degrees.
“That was insane . . . ” Riona groans, when she can finally speak again.
I kiss her once more, still hungry for her.
Both of us are too weak and exhausted to move.
“Insane” is an ambiguous word. It could be good or bad.
But I don’t have to ask if she enjoyed it. I know what Riona needs.
19
Riona
Raylan walks me back to the house and all the way up to the guest room. I think he’s planning to tuck me into bed, but I say to him—unexpectedly, and surprising him as much as me—“Will you stay with me?”
Raylan looks surprised, but pleased.
“Of course,” he says.
Even though it’s a Queen-sized bed, Raylan is big enough that we’re still close together on the mattress, his weight causing us to roll together in the middle of the bed. With my head resting on his chest, I can feel his heart thudding against my ear, steady and strong. It’s an incredibly peaceful sound. As regular as ocean waves.
I feel my heart rate slowing to match his. My breathing getting deep and heavy like the air slowly rushing in and out of Raylan’s lungs.
I feel exhausted like I’ve never been before. Every muscle of my body is loose, warm, and still steeped in pleasure chemicals.
I’ve never been so satisfied. Not just sexually—mentally and emotionally, too. That sex stimulated my brain and my desire unlike anything I’ve experienced.
It’s paradoxical, because I would have thought that I’d HATE to be treated like that. I fucking hate being restrained, controlled, or bossed around. But not by Raylan . . .
I don’t understand it.
How could everything I hate be twisted and turned to such a degree that I found it wildly arousing?
Even as I’m drifting off to sleep, I’m pondering that question. Trying to understand what I just experienced.
Right before I fall asleep, I see a glimmering answer, like a nugget of gold in the silt of a riverbed.
It’s because I admire him.
I’ve never fucked a man I actually respected before. I’m so fucking arrogant that I looked down on every man I dated. They didn’t impress me. Outside of my own family, one of the only men I truly respected was Dante. But we were just friends.