Page 10 of Back in the Saddle


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Unbelievable. “Cord! This is for a saddle. It won’t hold my weight.”

“It will.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I caught all four kids sittin’ on it last weekend. Reach out and grab the sides. Good. Now widen your knees. Stay just like that.”

Her heartrate spiked when she felt rope circle her wrists, then the slight bite of pain as he cinched it by looping the rope across her thighs and under her knees. She jumped when he brushed a kiss on the hollow below her ear.

“I’ve fantasized about tyin’ you to this thing from the moment we dragged it home. You oughta see yourself, trussed up with a red rope, that pink pussy wet for me.”

Heat bloomed across her face and chest.

“You’re pretty as a picture, darlin’.” A pause then, “Smile.”

“You better not have taken my picture like this, Cord McKay.”

“Or what,” he whispered in her other ear. “Don’t pretend you don’t wanna peek at it and see how damn hot you look.”

That gruff voice sent tingles down her neck.

“Don’t worry. No one will ever see the only pic in my spank bank.”

“That’s not the point! How would you like it if I took a picture of your dick?”

He eased the blindfold down just enough to show AJ the twinkle in his blue eyes. “I’d love it. I’d even snap a pic myself and message it to you, but only if you ask nicely because I don’t wanna be accused of sending unsolicited dick pics.”

AJ couldn’t help it. She laughed. His eyes were laughing too before he covered her eyes again.

“Now quit distracting me from meting out your penalties. Only two backtalking buts this time. I think you’ll be grateful you held your tongue.” Then his hands were on her thighs as he lowered himself to his knees. “But that don’t mean I gotta hold mine.”

This instant Cord put his mouth on her, she nearly screamed.

Long torturous licks from the bottom of her pussy to the top.

Sneaky soft nibbles on the flesh surrounding her clit that were there and gone.

Hard sucks on the insides of her thighs.

Hands stroking her calves.

Fingers dancing up her shins.

Palms enclosing her knees.

Breath drifting over her sensitive tissues every time he changed position.

AJ surrendered to him. Loving and hating how expertly he played with her. She’d forgotten how masking her sight had increased the potency of her other senses.

Cord finally did that swirly tongue thing around her clit, and she automatically arched back, forgetting for a moment where she was.

The saddle stand rocked, and the ropes tightened.

He righted her before she tipped over, murmuring, “Easy.”

“Cord. I can’t stay still.”

“Try,” he said, stopping that fantastically flicking tongue as he pushed a finger inside her. “Makes my dick hard that you’re dripping wet for me.” He added another finger.

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