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Her grin was infectious. “A whole two weeks? Wow. She must have been something to make you forget Mary Catherine.”
“Oh, she was, but I wasn’t able to forget Mary Catherine.”
“You liked her that much?”
“Nah, the girl I went with after two weeks was Mary Catherine’s little sister.”
Her hand flew to her mouth, but she lowered it and gave him a stern look. “Cole Johnson, that was a horrible thing to do.”
“I disagree. Emily Anne was twelve and totally smitten with me.”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “Twelve?”
“Don’t give me that look, she was only a year younger than me.”
“And you were using her to make her sister jealous.”
“Yeah, and it worked, too.”
“Mary Catherine left your stepbrother?”
“Not exactly. The next time she came over, she attempted to give me a blow-job in the barn.”
“Are you serious? The vicar’s daughter?”
He nodded. “It’s always the ones you least expect. Unfortunately, asshole kid caught her trying to unzip my pants. I told him it was all her, but I was sent off to boarding school within the month anyway.” Damn, so much for not being melancholy.
Sasha stroked his arm. “Cole, I’m so sorry.”
He shrugged. “It made me who I am today, I can’t find it in me to regret it.” He didn’t want to dwell on the past, he hadn’t even meant to bring it all up. He just wanted her to know something about him.
She must have picked up on his thoughts. “I wonder where she is now. Do you ever think about that?”
“Oh yes. She’s actually in that far house over there.” He pointed to the cozy cottage-looking home across the valley. “She got pregnant at seventeen. Married the guy. I hear they’re still together.”
But it appeared Sasha’s mind was no longer on his past. She palmed his cock and asked in a low whisper, “Did you ever get blown in the barn?”
“No, but Sasha, you don’t—”
“Please, Sir. Let me.” She was already moving to her knees.
What man alive could resist that? No one. Not a single man. He fisted her hair with a nod of his head.
With victory surging in her eyes, she made quick work of his trousers. Within seconds, they were around his ankles and his cock was freed. “Poor Mary Catherine,” she said. “So close. But so far away. Girl never knew what she was missing.”
She parted her lips and licked him. Dragging her tongue around the slit, already glistening with pre-come at the thought of her hot mouth. But Sasha was in the mood to play. Instead of taking him deep in her mouth, like she normally did, she licked her own lips.
“Fuck, Sir. I love your cock.” She licked the very tip a few more times and he thought he’d lose his mind.
“Then suck it. Open your mouth, take me inside, and suck me down like I know you can.”
“But it’s so much fun to do this.” She licked it again and he knew if she kept it up, he was going to lose his shit.
He tightened the fist in her hair. “Suck it. Fucking now, sub.”
Recognizing his this is no longer a game voice, she dropped all pretense of play and took him deep into her mouth. Even so, he gave a solid thrust and drove even deeper. He fisted her hair with both hands, keeping her still and not letting her move her head.
“That’s it.” Fuck, she felt good. “Keep it right there. Let my cock fill your throat. Breathe through your nose as best you can.”
He let go of her hair, just for a minute, allowing her to take a deep breath. He lightly scratched her head, knowing she liked it. But she knew what it meant when his grip tightened once again.
“Again,” he said.
She once again opened her mouth wide and took him to the back of her throat.
“Very nice,” he said. “Now swallow.”
Her nails dug into his upper thigh. They didn’t do this often, but it was something he wanted her to work on. She obeyed and it took all his control not to release down her throat.
“Breathe when I pull out,” he instructed her. He kept his hands in her hair, holding her still while he guided them both. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his current movements up for very long. Her nails scratched him deeper and he welcomed the pain.
He pushed into her throat again. “Yes, that’s it. So good.”
He pulled out and this time he didn’t have to tell her to breathe. “You love my cock filling your throat, don’t you?”
Of course she couldn’t answer. But she didn’t have to, he knew her so well. “Get ready. I’m going to come down your throat. Take it all. Every last drop.”
He shoved his cock deep inside one last time, holding her head still as he released. Afterward, he felt completely spent. He’d come so hard, he didn’t want to move for hours. Hell, he wasn’t sure he could move. But he forced himself to remain upright, holding out his hand, and helping Sasha up.
“Was it worth waiting for?” she asked.
He led her to a pile of hay. “Yes, little one.” He sat down and pulled her into his lap. “It was worth every minute of the wait. In fact, it was so good, I think you deserve a reward.”
Cole scanned the inside of the barn. There was precious little to be found, but he did spy some coils of rope in the far corner.
“I’ll be right back.” He went to retrieve the rope, making sure it would work. Worst-case scenario, she would have a few rope burns on her wrists.
He made it back to where she was resting on the hay and noticed how her eyes widened with excitement when she saw the rope. “Excited?”
“When you said reward, Sir, I didn’t know rope would be involved.”
“Is the rope a problem?” he asked, even though he was fairly certain he knew the answer.
“No, Sir. Everything is always better with rope.”
“I agree. Now the question is, where do I string you up?” He looked around, trying to find a place that was safe and not too dirty. His eyes landed on something.
He walked over to a wooden block against the back wall. “Come here, little one.”
She walked toward him with just a hint of trepidation, but mostly excitement.
“Stand up here on the block.” Once she was in place, he bound her wrists together and pulled them above her head, attaching the other end of the rope to a hook in the wall.
“How does that feel? Not too tight or uncomfortable?”
She gave the rope a good tug. “No, Sir. Everything’s good.”
“Everything is about to get much, much better.” He stroked her ass and unzipped her pants, pushing them down her legs and exposing her naked from the waist down. “What a good girl.”
“Oh no. Fuck. Red!” Sasha jerked her arms, as if trying to get away.
He shot straight up, heart racing, and worked to untie her. He blocked everything out, unable to focus on anything other than getting her loose. She wasn’t trembling, which meant if it was a panic attack it wasn’t presenting the same way they had before. Her demeanor didn’t look like it did before one, either.
“What’s wrong?” He gave the rope a hard jerk, finally pulling it free. Bloody hell, he was an idiot. He’d tied her up without scissors nearby. That was a rookie mistake and not only did he know better, but Sasha deserved better.
“Outside,” she sputtered out. The second her hands were free, she bent down to pull up her pants, moving quickly and straightening her appearance as best she could.
“What?” She wasn’t hurt. That was all he really cared about.
“There’s someone outside, walking this way. I don’t know how much they saw.”
His mind finally registered that nothing was wrong with Sasha and what she’d been saying worked its way into his brain. Someone was outside? He couldn’t fathom who would stop by to visit, but then again, word had gotten out that he’d bought the place. It could be anyone. Probably there were a good number of people living nearby who remembered him.
> Damn stupid rotten timing. He wanted nothing more than to finish what he’d started with Sasha. He’d just send whoever it was away.
