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“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Kit was right. She’d always enjoyed sarcastic men with a dry sense of humor. At the moment, she appreciated Kit’s cockiness. The way he pursued her made her damp as her pussy clenched with anticipation.
Expectations were high. Sex was in the air. Lust was leading her fellows around by the nose.
She placed her palms forward, guarding her body as it heated behind her forward effort to ward off an outright capture. “What do you say we postpone this? Hmm?”
“I like the timing of right now,” Kit said, still pursuing her.
“Kemper!” she exclaimed, daring him to help her, but it was too late. She’d seen the sudden change in him when he’d hauled her off to that drab dungeon. He had no plans to save her.
He was more interested in her corruption.
Not that she’d need any help. She wondered then if she should share with them where she’d been. Would it take away or add to the experience if they realized she’d been trained to submit, taught to serve? Nay, they’d never believe her anyway. She was too strong willed.
“I have a choice here, right?” she asked.
“Strip,” Kit told her.
“Now?” she screeched, thinking of several reasons why she’d rather wait and lose her clothes in the basement.
“Yes, now,” Kit replied, his eyes burning through hers. “If I ask again, I’ll spank you with a paddle as we walk downstairs. Imagine Mrs. Daniels’s delight when she stands as a witness to the spanking you deserve?”
Holly gulped. “Don’t do this. Don’t embarrass me in front of the house staff.”
“Why not?” Kit demanded. “You seem to enjoy humiliating them.”
“That’s not true,” Holly said. “Mrs. Daniels and I may carry on with one another but I respect her. We have a good time.”
“She wouldn’t tell the same story,” Kit informed her.
“But I’m speaking the truth,” Holly said, feeling as if she were being scolded for a gross misunderstanding. She’d thought she and Mrs. Daniels were indeed buddies. Had the housekeeper complained to Kit and Kemper? Had Mrs. Daniels told them she was too demanding? “I’ll have a talk with Mrs. Daniels. If she thinks I’ve disrespected her in any way, I’ll apologize. It’s not in my nature to hurt someone’s feelings intentionally.”
“You’re stalling, Holly. I told you to strip. I’m assuming you understand that doesn’t mean this time next week.”
Kemper nodded. “I have to agree with Kit. You’re wasting time. We have a load of Holsteins coming in later today. After spending two hours in that basement, you can imagine how much time we’ve lost this morning.”
“You live on a cowboy’s minute anyway,” she said, pitching out one of her favorite sayings. Cowboys around there were never in any particular hurry. True farmers, Kit and Kemper grew corn and tobacco. They worked the land and their stock, which rotated around the clock if the eighteen-wheelers rolling in and out of there were any indication.
“I’m counting to ten. If every stitch of clothing isn’t off you by the time I’m finished, your sweet ass is whipped, spanked so hard that pilots in the sky will see your bright butt and swear they’ve caught a glimpse of a small wood-burning fire. Understand?”
Holly’s nostrils flared. Oh, she was furious now. She yanked her T-shirt over her head then peeled off her shorts and stepped away from her shoes. She unclasped her bra and wiggled away from her thong. With her arms spread wide, she said, “Ta-da! Now what?”
“Now, my dear, your training begins,” Kit replied, retrieving a pair of handcuffs from his front pocket. He yanked her arms behind her and snapped the cuffs over her wrists.
He wasn’t gentle, and that turned her on. A zip of fire licked at her folds, stroking her cunt with the easy reminder of how quickly Kit and Kemper aroused her.
“Easy,” Kemper rasped, acting as if he were deeply bothered to see Kit secure her hands behind her back.
“Perfect,” Kit crooned, studying her chest. He licked his lips and dropped his head, suckling her nipple as he brought the tender point between his teeth.
“I see you have all sorts of control,” Kemper grumbled.
“My thoughts exactly,” Holly said, feeling satisfied she’d tempted the devil out of hell. If Kit thought he could hide behind Domination and submission, bondage and toy play, he was due for disappointment.
She’d break the Dom before she ever had the need for a safe word, which she might want to establish sometime soon.
Kit cupped her right breast and flipped the nipple, flattening his tongue against the protruding shape as she jerked. He took painstakingly slow strokes, indulging in her lust as he tucked his hand under her cunt and left his palm open and wide under her moist pussy lips.
