Mag-log in“Why is that?”“Bennett likes variety. He’s got excellent instincts with whips, floggers, riding crops and canes, knowing how far he can push the submissive’s pain threshold. Seems he’s always being asked to show his expertise on another member’s partner. When he gets her to that headspace, he returns her to her partner.”“So Ben doesn’t have sex with every woman he demonstrates on?”Layla shook her head. “Hardly any, actually. He’s very mindful of boundaries, yet there’s never any doubt who’s in charge during the scene. There’s something about his quiet intensity that draws subs like bees to flowers.”“Or it could be the size of his…ah…stinger that attracts them,” Ainsley said.“Oh man.” Layla giggled. “Ain’t that the truth. Murph once gave me twenty lashes because he caught me licking my lips during one of Bennett’s public scenes.”“Yes, Ben’s got a smoking hot body besides his impressive stinger.”Layla squinted at her. “What’s up with you calling him Ben?”“When he’s in Dom mode h
Her eyes opened and she groaned.Using the wetness from her body, he rubbed his thumb over her clit.She began bumping her pelvis against his hand, trying to get more friction. “Please.”“No.”Immediately her body stilled. Then she surrendered.“Good girl.” After teasing her, reminding her who was in charge of her orgasms, Ben quickened the motion of his thumb, increased the pressure on that plumped bit of flesh and watched as Ainsley came unhinged.She was a goddess, swamped with pleasure, her head thrown back, her silky hair swaying, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she cried out, the pulse throbbing in her neck in tandem with the pulse throbbing beneath his stroking thumb.He drew out the climax, and only when she was spent did he drive himself over the edge. Yanking on the cuffs chain, bowing her body backward so he could see his c**k pumping in and out of her. His fingers dug into her thigh when his balls lifted.Ainsley’s pu**y squeezed his c**k as seed shot out of his shaft.Ben
“You told me at the club, remember?”“No. That’s not something I usually share.”Ben kissed her nose. “We’re sharing a lot, though, aren’t we?”“Some of us more than others,” she snipped.That stopped him. “You think I’m holding back?”“I know you’re holding back, cowboy.”“About what?”“About how you became Master Bennett.”He frowned. “Master. I hate that f**kin’ term.”“I know.” Her smirk faded beneath his scrutiny. “You’ve grilled me about why I believed I was a Domme. You’re determined to prove I’m submissive, but you’ve never explained how you became interested in this lifestyle.”“I don’t suppose you’d buy the explanation of pure dumb luck?”“Not entirely.”He settled back in the cushions. Had he ever explained this to anyone? “About eight years ago, me, Cody, Trace and Trent were drinking at the Rawhide Bar after closing time. Bullshitting about jobs and women. Complaining about not getting laid enough. Them guys were coming up with sure-fire strategies to get laid and what ki
That dirty play-by-play absolutely drenched her. Ainsley so wanted to squeeze her legs together to spread that hot slickness between her thighs. Physical proof she was really here and this wasn’t just another fantasy.It wasn’t that she broke a rule; she just stretched the boundary a bit when she curled her hands around his knees and let her palms slide up his muscular legs until they reached his hips.Bennett softly snarled at her. “Just for that, you don’t get to use your hands on my cock. Only this wicked mouth.” He pulled out and stroked back in, each time coming closer to the back of her throat.She closed her eyes, wanting so much to make this good for him.“Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he warned. “I wanna see liquid running outta your mouth, making your neck wet.”Every time she settled into the rhythm, Bennett mixed it up. Thrusting faster if he was going slow. Slowing down if he’d been using short, quick jabs. Proving to her that he had all the control.She loved every
Maybe he wouldn’t notice the drool dripping from her chin at seeing him nearly nude.When he opened the door a crack, the dogs clambered to get inside. He snapped, “Sit.” The dogs sat. “Stay.” They whimpered. And stayed. Wagged their tails to get their master’s attention. He opened the door for Ainsley. Once she was inside, he said, “Take off,” to the dogs and they slunk away. He finally looked at her, then at the Crock-Pot she held. “What’s this?”“Dinner. You made me dinner the other night, I’m returning the favor.”"Smells good. You can plug it in by the coffeepot."Ainsley felt his eyes on her as she fussed with the temperature and the lid. When she turned around, Bennett wore the Dom face.“Supper will keep for a while?”She nodded.“Good. Clothes off.”“Right here?”That one brow lifted as if to say, You challenging me, sub? and she stripped without another word.He directed her through his bedroom to his bathroom. The rectangular shower had a clear glass door. The back walls an
“Yes, Bennett, I understand.”He teased, tortured and tormented her. Taking her to the edge several times, seeing if she’d disobey and throw herself over. He skimmed her jawline with light kisses. “How close are you?”“Very. God.”Ben flipped her onto her back and started kissing down the side of her neck.“Don’t. Please.” Ainsley twisted her head away.Which caused Ben to grab her hair and pull slightly. “Stay. Still.”She whimpered softly.“I adore your body, angel.” Ben kissed the hollow of her throat. The tops of her br**sts. “I intend to play with it, however I want, for as long as I want. Testing your limits and mine.” He kept finger f**king her, studying her reactions, from the anxious expression on her face, to the hard tips of her ni**les, to the flexing of her toes and the clenching of her jaw. When he heard that swift intake of breath, he removed his hand from between her thighs.Her entire body drooped against the mattress, but she wasn’t relaxed.“You did good.” Ben turne
A lengthy pause hung in the air before he sighed. ”That’s how you feel?”“Sometimes.”“I didn’t mean—”“I am a big girl. I’m perfectly capable of seeing to my own needs and taking care of myself.”“This ain’t goin’ the way you wanted, is it?”She dropped her gaze to the bottle and her fingers picked at t
“Right.”“Undo my pants.”“Now?”“Right now.”Oh wow. Even though she’d been waiting to get her hands on him forever, AJ’s hands shook as she unbuckled his belt. She fumbled with the top button of his jeans.After several frustrating attempts, she pressed her forehead to his chest, feeling embarrassed, f
Macie shrugged.“Do you know why I’m here?”“No.”“Carter called me in a panic yesterday. He’s never done that. So, I changed my schedule, flew in, expecting to hear he’s dying or something. But no. He sits me down, tells me about you, how crazy he is about you, and then he asks me…shit. I need another
“Open your mouth,” the blond demanded, drawing Macie’s attention back to the male couple. Shaking his head, the dark-haired cowboy lifted the blond’s cock and nuzzled his low-slung balls before his tongue darted out and licked them. Thoroughly. Then that long flickering tongue disappeared behind the







