Page 52 of Reckless Desires

"I am touching you." His voice holds a smirk.

"No, I need more," I pant, grinding against his hand. "Inside me."

"We need to take care of something first."

I gasp as his fingers find my tampon string. He pulls slowly, the blood-soaked cotton emerging before he tosses it aside without hesitation. The sight should embarrass me, but the raw intimacy of it only makes me hotter.

Then he pushes one finger inside, curling it against my G-spot. My hips buck off the saddle.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. The heel of his hand grinds against my clit as his fingers pump in and out.

My thighs start to shake. I don't care about anything except getting his cock inside me. As if reading my mind, Killian tugs at my leggings. He stops the horse with a sharp tug on the reins.

"Swing around," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

Eagerly, I maneuver myself until I'm straddling him face-to-face. His hands grip my hips, pushing me back slightly before he rips my leggings down the middle. The fabric tears with a satisfying sound. He uses the leash to bind my wrists together in front of me.

The horse starts moving again at a slow trot. Being this close to Killian's face, feeling his breath on my skin, has me aching with need. His hands cup my ass, lifting me slightly.

"One last secret," he murmurs before slamming me down onto his thick, hard cock.

I scream as he fills me completely, my ankles locking tightly behind his back. Killian takes control of the reins, kicking the horse's sides. We break into a quick trot, and suddenly neither of us needs to move. The horse's pace does all the work, bouncing me on his cock with each stride. His tip hits my cervix repeatedly, sending sharp pains that blur into pleasure.

The trot turns into a gallop. The faster pace creates violent hip thrusts. I'm delirious, eyes rolling back as ecstasy overwhelms me. My face buries in his chest, muffling the moans tearing from my throat.

The starry night sky provides the only light, blending with Killian's minty scent into something magical and primal. My body tingles all over, every nerve ending firing. I barely register when we reach the stable until Killian stops the horse.

His hands grip my ass again, lifting me and slamming me back down. I thrust my hips, desperate for more friction. He growls in satisfaction, the sound vibrating through his chest. Reaching behind his head, he grabs my bound wrists and pulls them over his head. Then he swings my leg around, turning me so my ass faces him. I grip the saddle horn for support as he takes me from behind.

SLAP.

The sharp sound of his hand against my ass echoes through the stable. With each withdrawal, he lands another stinging slap before thrusting back inside me. The pain mixes with pleasure until I can't distinguish between them.

"Harder," I moan.

SLAP.

"Sounds," SLAP, "like," SLAP, "someone," SLAP, "likes," SLAP, "getting,” SLAP, “disciplined." Each word is punctuated by another slap. “Enjoying this?”

"I-if I knew this was an option, I would have taken it sooner," I manage between gasps.

Killian lets out a delirious laugh. The slapping stops as he pounds into me relentlessly. His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged. I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes, and my own orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure so intense they leave me shaking.

We stay locked together, both breathing heavily, the only sounds our gasps and the horse's occasional snort in the quiet stable.

Killian pulls out like this is nothing, but I can still feel that he’s hard. He hops off the horse, and I see the mess on him—a mix of blood and cum. I’m horrified, but he doesn’t seem to be bothered. Untying the leggings around my wrists, I manage to get off the horse, but my legs give out, and I hit the floor.

Killian brings the horse back to its stall and quickly unsaddles it while I try to pull myself up to my feet. My insides feel bruised, but it doesn’t feel like an assault. It’s like a badge of honor. Before my legs give out again, Killian throws me over his shoulder and walks me inside.

Please don’t let this be the end of it.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Lily

Killian throws a towel on the bathroom floor and drops me down on it. Stepping back, he starts to undress. We both watch each other. He kicks off his shoes then removes his shirt.

“Happy now?” he sneers, as though he didn’t enjoy himself while holding the long metal chain leash wrapped around his knuckles. “Have your sexual urges been satisfied?”