Rocky Mountain Ride (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 7) by Lee Savino Page B
Authors: Lee Savino
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glazed over and her internal fight quieted, and he realized that humiliation had sent her closer to the edge.
So of course he heaped it on.
“That’s right, stand in the corner like a naughty little girl, exposed for all to see. If anyone walks in here, they’ll take one look at you and know you’ve gotten what you deserve.”
A few sniffles in the corner tugged on his heartstrings even as they hardened his cock. More than anything he wanted to bring her back, turn her over his knee and spank her red, then push her to the floor and bury himself in her soft wetness until she was crying out for mercy, and more.
“I’m going to finish punishing your lovely little ass. It’s so pretty and pink now, but I’m going to turn it cherry red.”
He sat on the bench. “Over my lap, Francesca.”
She draped her warm body over his knees before he realized his mistake.
His cock pressed into her hip, and every wriggle and shiver would be torture for him. He spent a minute taking out his frustration on her bottom, smacking each cheek until the blush turned a darker pink, dusty color beautiful on her caramel cheeks.
He spanked her again, harder, but it only made his arousal worse, and sent her flying high to a place where pain could not touch her. By the end of the spanking, he was breathing hard, and her bottom was rising to his hand, asking for more.
“Stand up,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Keep your skirts lifted, and lean over the table.”
He caught sight of her flushed face as she obeyed. She looked almost peaceful, as if all her cares had melted away. He, on the other hand, found it hard to keep control. It made him a little angry.
She wouldn’t like what he’d prepared for her next.
“I found this among your husband’s things.” He showed her the long length of leather, a military belt. “Some ladies say the lick of the belt is delicious. I say their master wasn’t using it properly.” Sebastian held the buckle end in one hand and doubled it over before raising it above his head. He snapped it down, cracking it against the table. The pottery on the shelves clattered and Francesca jumped.
He’d bet anything she was sopping wet. His fingers itched to check. Instead, he braced one hand against her neck, pinning her as he spoke. “You’re going to feel this, my darling, and remember it, next time you go to sass me.”
This time as he brought the belt up, he used his left to keep it straight as he lifted it high above his head.
“This is one,” he said and brought it down with a massive crack against her waiting bum. Francesca cried out as a red line jumped out on her bottom. Her hips swayed for a second and he ordered her back in position. Panting, she followed his command. He snapped the belt down again and she cried out.
“You need this. Your life is out of control, and you are buckling under the strain.” He emphasized each point with a slap of the belt. “You’ve been rude long enough. You need release.”
She was crying.
“Now, let’s see.”
He let his fingers go where he’d been longing to place them, at the entrance to her cunt.
She was impossibly wet.
“My goodness. Wetter than a farm drain.”
She whimpered in humiliation, and he cursed himself silently. He’d crossed a line. But he couldn’t help it. He was a slave to her beautiful vulnerable responses, to the tears now sliding down her flushed face.
His fingers toyed with her slippery folds, taking liberties he had not earned.
She quivered on the brink.
“Please.” She breathed, and he felt guilty making her want something he could not give.
He took his hand away and she whimpered.
She would be burning inside and out, overcome with desire.
“You’re going to beg me for mercy?” He thrashed her some more. “You told me yourself you need a strong man, remember? I’m going to take you in hand.” He had to remember this was punishment, not pleasure. Some anger inside him wanted to break her.
“This is your
So of course he heaped it on.
“That’s right, stand in the corner like a naughty little girl, exposed for all to see. If anyone walks in here, they’ll take one look at you and know you’ve gotten what you deserve.”
A few sniffles in the corner tugged on his heartstrings even as they hardened his cock. More than anything he wanted to bring her back, turn her over his knee and spank her red, then push her to the floor and bury himself in her soft wetness until she was crying out for mercy, and more.
“I’m going to finish punishing your lovely little ass. It’s so pretty and pink now, but I’m going to turn it cherry red.”
He sat on the bench. “Over my lap, Francesca.”
She draped her warm body over his knees before he realized his mistake.
His cock pressed into her hip, and every wriggle and shiver would be torture for him. He spent a minute taking out his frustration on her bottom, smacking each cheek until the blush turned a darker pink, dusty color beautiful on her caramel cheeks.
He spanked her again, harder, but it only made his arousal worse, and sent her flying high to a place where pain could not touch her. By the end of the spanking, he was breathing hard, and her bottom was rising to his hand, asking for more.
“Stand up,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Keep your skirts lifted, and lean over the table.”
He caught sight of her flushed face as she obeyed. She looked almost peaceful, as if all her cares had melted away. He, on the other hand, found it hard to keep control. It made him a little angry.
She wouldn’t like what he’d prepared for her next.
“I found this among your husband’s things.” He showed her the long length of leather, a military belt. “Some ladies say the lick of the belt is delicious. I say their master wasn’t using it properly.” Sebastian held the buckle end in one hand and doubled it over before raising it above his head. He snapped it down, cracking it against the table. The pottery on the shelves clattered and Francesca jumped.
He’d bet anything she was sopping wet. His fingers itched to check. Instead, he braced one hand against her neck, pinning her as he spoke. “You’re going to feel this, my darling, and remember it, next time you go to sass me.”
This time as he brought the belt up, he used his left to keep it straight as he lifted it high above his head.
“This is one,” he said and brought it down with a massive crack against her waiting bum. Francesca cried out as a red line jumped out on her bottom. Her hips swayed for a second and he ordered her back in position. Panting, she followed his command. He snapped the belt down again and she cried out.
“You need this. Your life is out of control, and you are buckling under the strain.” He emphasized each point with a slap of the belt. “You’ve been rude long enough. You need release.”
She was crying.
“Now, let’s see.”
He let his fingers go where he’d been longing to place them, at the entrance to her cunt.
She was impossibly wet.
“My goodness. Wetter than a farm drain.”
She whimpered in humiliation, and he cursed himself silently. He’d crossed a line. But he couldn’t help it. He was a slave to her beautiful vulnerable responses, to the tears now sliding down her flushed face.
His fingers toyed with her slippery folds, taking liberties he had not earned.
She quivered on the brink.
“Please.” She breathed, and he felt guilty making her want something he could not give.
He took his hand away and she whimpered.
She would be burning inside and out, overcome with desire.
“You’re going to beg me for mercy?” He thrashed her some more. “You told me yourself you need a strong man, remember? I’m going to take you in hand.” He had to remember this was punishment, not pleasure. Some anger inside him wanted to break her.
“This is your
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