Page 90 of Over the Line

After slipping on her heels, she checked her reflection to be sure her hair looked presentable.

When she descended the stairs, he was waiting for her near the table, his belt and four strands of rope in hand.

“Christ,” he said, eyes darkening a shade. “I knew the outfit was going to be hot, but I had no idea.”

“I hope your inner Neanderthal is pleased?”

“Oh, yeah. Very much so.” Slowly, he nodded. “Right now, I have two questions. Do you want your butt reddened to match your front, or would you like me to just shove my cock inside you?”

His words, along with the way he raked his gaze down her body, from her eyes to her toes, made her shudder. The comment had been bluntly sexual, but his questions held a serious note. “As usual, why choose?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He nodded. “Unzip that jacket. I want your breasts flat on the table.”

Desire slammed into her.

Like the expert he was, the moment she was in position, he secured her in place.

“The height of those shoes puts you in the perfect fucking position.” He growled the words as he dragged her skirt up over her buttocks.

Before she was mentally prepared, he smacked her ass with the leather, making her cry out and tug against the restraints.

“Would you like the gag?”

“No, thank you. I’d rather fucking scream the house down, Sir.”

“Do it,” he said.

Unfortunately, he backed off, warming her with a few gentle spanks. “One or two lasting marks are fine,” he said. “But I don’t want your ass black and blue.”

Turning her head to the side, she sought his gaze and challenged him. “What if I do?”

“Too bad. I’d rather do this numerous times than have to wait between sessions.”

Since she would soon be taking a couple of college guys on a mountain biking expedition, she would have loved a reminder of him to take with her. “Refusing to break your toys, Sir?”

“You’re much more than a plaything to me, Sydney.”

After several more swipes, he finally belted her hard enough that breath whooshed from her lungs.

When she lifted her chest, he placed a strong hand between her shoulder blades and forced her breasts back onto the table.

His deliciously harsh actions made her lose herself.

This kind of scene was exactly what she’d hoped to find when she went to the Den. Who knew that a gentleman cowboy would be the one to satisfy her?

The strapping continued, and he even caught her behind her knees. She roared out her anguished pleasure. In reward, he repeated the motion in the same spot.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Sydney started to sob. To his credit, he kept going, the rhythm soothing her and making her pussy wet.

Then his massive, sheathed cock was at her entrance.

Instead of taking her slowly, he parted her and shoved in with a single impaling stroke. The scratch of denim on her thighs told her he hadn’t even bothered undressing.

He put his hand on her nape, immobilizing her as he repeatedly took her.

It stunned her that he was ready for sex so soon after they’d finished, and that it was this rough fulfilled her.

“Come for me, Sydney.”