“Oh, sweetheart, too many things. But first, I want to fucking spread you out across this hitching post like you’re being served to me on a fucking platter. Strip you of those panties that drive me fucking mad. Then wrap this rope around those perfect little ankles, spreading you wide for me so I can see that pretty little cunt.”
“Reed,” I moaned. His words alone were driving me to the edge.
“You’ll be crying it’s too much as I drive you to the edge over and over again with my cock buried deep. But you won’t be able to pull back or slow it down. You’ll just have to take it until you’re shattering on my cock.”
“Fuck, cowboy.”
“That’s exactly what I’m about to do. So what’s it going to be, sweetheart?”
I was still upset with him, and we still needed to have a serious talk. However, that would have to wait until we were both not turned on and our heads were clear of this lusty haze. Neither one of us was thinking straight––not right now. All I wanted was for him to take control, dominate my body, let me release the coil of emotion that cranked my muscles tight enough to snap.
“Yes, I trust you with my body, but I’m going to need more from you.”
“I’ll give you anything you ask for. Do we need a safe word?”
“I need a safe word?” I nearly squeaked.
“Turn around.” I did as he commanded, keeping my hands on the hitching post. He started with my wrists on the post, first wrapping and then tying a square knot with the rope. “Now what’s it going to be?”
I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Jackpot.”
I watched him over my shoulder as he gave me a cute smirk that was borderline dangerous. “Jackpot it is.”
Giving the knot a good tug, he ensured it would not come undone but was not so tight that it would cut off my circulation.
He gathered two more ropes. Leaning over me, he wrapped his fingers around my jaw, tipping my head back to give me a kiss. And not just any kiss. His mouth covered mine, his tongue forcing its entrance, making me moan while it stroked against mine. He started to pull away and I leaned back to try to follow him, but the rope did its job keeping me in place.
I whined in frustration.
“Hold on, sweetheart. I’m in charge, so you just relax.”
He crouched down behind me, his palms coasting over my calves and up my legs, pushing the fabric of my dress up, revealing my ass. His hands never left me as he kissed every piece of flesh he could touch.
“Fuck, baby. Seeing those perfect ass cheeks split down the middle with a string of fabric. I just want to tug on it and watch it spread you open for me.”
“Reed.” My breaths were coming heavier now. I squirmed, my skin itching to be free. “Get them fucking off me.”
Stopping immediately, he stepped back.
“No, I’m going to need you to be a good girl and ask me again.”
“Please, Reed. I want your dick so bad.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty laugh, while he hooked his fingers into the sides of my thong, dragging it down over my assand down my legs. I could feel the warm breeze flutter across my soaked center like a tease.
“Step out.” He helped me step out of the thong.
Whether it ended up in the grass or in his pocket, I didn’t give a fuck. At this point, I just wanted him to fuck me.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
I widened my stance, but he nudged my feet even wider until they were right where he wanted them. Wrapping and tying my ankles the same way he did my wrists, he tied them on both ends of the hitching post, making me spread out for him.
“Lean on the post and stick out your ass. I want to see you on full display for me.”
He gathered the fabric from my dress around my waist, baring me to him. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this delicious torture. I squirmed. “I want you so badly, Reed. Please.”
“Look at you being so good and asking nicely.” He strummed two fingers down between my cheeks, pressing lightly on my tight hole before dipping into my pussy. I was so wet, they slid right in.
