Page 14 of Dangerous Stakes

“I think so. So, what do you want to do? Fuck and then take a shower, or the other way around?”

“For shame, woman. Have you no romance in your soul? Now I know where your true weakness is in your ride. There’s no passion; no romance.”

“And I suppose you intend to give me those?”

“In spades.”

He took her by the hand and led her back into the bedroom. He pulled her close and began to kiss her. While his previous kisses had been enticing and arousing, these were those of a man looking to connect with the woman he very much wanted to make love to. He quite literally took her breath away.

“Um, Rory?”

“Yes, love,” he said soothingly; the brogue deepening by the minute. When she failed to respond he stopped and looked her in the eye. “What is it, Susan? What’s started you to fretting?” He was rubbing her back in a way that was meant to soothe as well as arouse.

“I’m not really good at the whole relationship thing and I really do think you’re the man to get Tank and me to the Olympics.”

“I thought we’d settled this earlier this morning and then outside. If you’re having doubts, I can wait.”

“Couldn’t we just be, you know, friends with benefits?”

He chuckled. “No, we can’t. I don’t believe you aren’t good at relationships or that you fear commitment. You bought a horse out of a kill pen and committed to making him an Olympic medal winner. What you’re afraid of is having a man who means to keep you safe, loved, and happy—even if he has to take you to task to get the job done. It’s not that you don’t like the idea of a relationship with me. You just don’t like the idea of having to answer to my authority.”

“It’s that whole ‘answer to your authority’ with the unspoken caveat of when I don’t, you’ll spank me.”

“Aye, I will. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that you don’t feel a tingling in your girly parts when I tell you I mean to spank you when I think you need it. Tell me that your nipples don’t get hard just thinking about being face down over my knee having your backside warmed before I slip my hand between your legs and stroke your pussy.” Her change in breathing was the only answer he needed. “Do you need me to spank you to get you to commit or are you brave enough that you can own what you’re feeling?”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“There’s no need to ever fear me. Even when you’re getting your bottom spanked, you’ll know you’re safe.”

He reached down between them and pulled the linen shirt over her head then reached behind her and unfastened her bra before letting it slip to the floor between them. He kissed down her throat as one hand went behind her to hold her close and the other came up between them to fondle her breast.

Susan moaned and Rory rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as she pushed her breast deeper into his palm. He pinched it hard, drawing a gasp from her before his mouth descended to envelop hers.

She found herself held close in his embrace with one of his hard, strong thighs between hers. She began to rub herself along his leg, but as she did the hand that had been at the small of her back moved down to swat her rump.

“There’ll be none of that. The only one to be bringing you pleasure is me.”

“But I want you now,” she said, starting to rub against him again.

This time the swat was considerably stronger and the sting it left remained behind.

“Enough, Susan. I’ll take care of that need, but in good time.” He pushed her back so that the bed was just behind her, making her sit on the edge and hand him her foot so he could pull her boots off.

Until that moment Susan would not have believed that the act of taking off her riding boots could be so erotic. Rory removed the boot with skill, but his hand caressed her calf as he did so. Once her foot was free of the boot, he removed her silk sock and then massaged her foot and calf briefly with both hands before turning to the other boot. He repeated the sensual removal of her second boot, almost causing her to climax before she was even naked or any of his clothes had been removed.

Rory took her by the hand and raised her back to standing before unfastening her breeches and pulling them down and off her. He led her to the side of the bed and held the bed covers back. “Get into bed, Susan.”

“But …” His kiss silenced her protest and the way he lightly pinched her nipple reminded her that he expected her to comply. She got into his bed without further protest.

Rory sat on the edge of the bed and began to remove his clothing. First the sweater he’d had on and then his boots. Once his naked torso was revealed, Susan sat up in the bed behind him and rubbed her hardened nipples against his naked back. Rory chuckled and turned his head, bringing his hand up to guide her face to his for a deep kiss.

“Be a good girl and let me be while I get as naked as you.”

She rubbed her tits against him again. It felt good and increased her arousal. She hoped it did the same for him. He took her by the arm – she thought to kiss her again. That thought proved to be incorrect. He pulled her over his knee. She only had a moment to recognize the sensation of his hard cock poking up from within his breeches into her belly before his strong hand connected with her ass.

“Ouch! Rory, that hurt,” she said as she squirmed, trying to loosen his grip.

He landed three more good, hard swats, alternating cheeks before he said calmly. “What did I tell you about what happens to naughty girls when they don’t mind?”

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