Page 67 of Runaway Hucow

Behind her, the bisonman grunted softly. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. He was standing behind her with his belt in one hand and his hard cock in the other. He was jacking himself slowly while his eyes burned holes into her backside.

“Well,” she said, wiggling her bottom. “What are you waiting for, Roscoe?”

The minotaur’s eyes shifted from her ass to her face, and his features darkened into a scowl. Tess instantly regretted testing him like that. What had she been thinking? What was it about the stern alpha that made her want to provoke him so?

“I was only going to give you five licks for lying,” Roscoe growled. “Your sass just earned you five more. That makes an even ten. Are you ready for it, hucow? Are you ready for me to tan your naughty little hide?”

Tess honestly wasn’t sure anymore. Last night, the bisonman had spanked her with his hand, and the blows had been little more than love taps. Today, he was going to take a strap to her, and he seemed to be in quite a mood. His eyes burned with a fire that made the blood race in her veins, but she wasn’t about to back down from him now.

“I’m ready,” she said. “I can handle anything you dish out.”

The fire in Roscoe’s eyes burned brighter. “We’ll see about that, little hucow. We’ll just see about that.”

He moved into position beside her, and Tess turned her face toward the wall of the barn. She closed her eyes and braced herself.

Roscoe ran his hand across her naked backside, as if searching for the perfect place to strike. Then his hand disappeared, and a moment later, the strap came down across both of her cheeks. There was a loud pop as leather met skin, and then a stripe of fire blazed across her skin.

“Oh fuck!” Tess shouted.

The minotaur grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back roughly.

“No cussing,” he snarled. “I’ll let that one slide, but if you cuss again, I’m going to add ten more lashes to the count.”

“That’s not fair,” Tess pouted. “You cuss all the time.”

“I’ll tell you what. Once your horns are as big as mine, I’ll let you cuss all you want. Until then, you’ll do as I say, not as I do. Now, unless you want twenty lashes instead of ten, I recommend you stop fucking backtalking me.”

Tess squeezed her eyes shut again and pressed her lips into a seam. She wasn’t going to back down. She was going to show Roscoe that she could take it.

The second blow landed a little higher than the first, and a little harder too. The third fell lower, across the tops of her thighs. She wanted to cry out, but she kept her lips sealed and let out a high, keening moan through her nose instead. Roscoe spanked her twice more, bringing the count to five, then he paused to take a break. Tess flipped her hair and glared at him silently over her shoulder. The bisonman chuckled.

“Don’t get angry at me, little hucow. You brought this on yourself.”

But Tess wasn’t angry at him for spanking her. She was angry at him for stopping. She was starting to feel that same deep, tingling pleasure that she’d experienced the night before, and she wanted more of it.

“Five more,” Roscoe said.

He swung the strap again. It connected with a snap—six—now Tess’s whole backside was burning. Her skin was on fire—seven—but the fire inside her was burning even hotter. She could feel the climax building inside her again—eight—her arousal was running out of her and dripping down her legs. Nine brought her right up to the brink of a climax. Ten pushed her over. She screamed as she came. The muscles of her bottom clenched and released as the orgasm rippled through her. Behind her, the minotaur groaned.

“Fuck, I wish you could see how gorgeous your little rump looks right now. It’s the prettiest shade of pink, just like the clouds when the sun’s going down. Well, what do you think, hucow? Have you had enough?”

It took Tess a few seconds to catch her breath. Once she was able to speak again, she looked back at the minotaur and answered him.

“Fuck you, Roscoe.”

Fire exploded behind the alpha’s eyes, and Tess’s heart fluttered in fear. For a second, she thought she’d pushed him too far. She thought he was going to charge her and gore her with his horns the same way he’d done to the man earlier that morning. But then the fire in his eyes cooled, and his lips bent into a smirk.

“I told you I was going to whip you ten more times if you cussed again, but I don’t think this strap is doing the trick.” He threw down his belt and gripped the shaft of his hard cock instead. “I think I need a different tool to put you in your place.”

He advanced, and Tess started to stand up, but the bisonman put his free hand on top of her back to keep her bent over. He kicked her feet apart with his hooves. She continued to glare at him as he rubbed the head of his cock against the lips of her sex.

Roscoe held her gaze. “You really hate me, don’t you, little hucow?”

“Yes,” Tess whispered. “I hate you so fucking much.”

The alpha chuckled, and worked the tip of his cock between her wet folds. “And what about my cock? Do you hate that too?”

“I don’t know yet.”