lifted her slightly so he could bunch her skirt up around her waist.
Kayla could feel his prominent erection against her buttocks now. When he set her back down, she rocked back against him, trying to maximize her contact with that delicious bulge. But he moved away from her. She sighed in disappointment. 'You are such a tease,' she muttered, resting her cheek against the saddle.
He chuckled again and ran his large palm over her bum. 'Just be patient, and you'll be getting as much of my cock as you could possibly want. Believe me. I am going to fuck you senseless.'
Kayla’s body clenched in anticipation at his words. 'Promises, promises. Patience is overrated.' She said, and waggled her bottom in invitation. 'Why don't you give it to me now instead?'
Thwack! The riding crop snapped across her buttock and she flinched in reaction.
'Ow! That's not what I meant.' After the mild pain subsided, heat rushed through her cleft and she brought her thighs tightly together to hold in the sensation. Her clit flared to life, highly sensitized by the confusing mixture of pain and pleasure thrumming through her body. She rocked her pelvis to provide some relief, but it wasn't enough.
“Nope. None of that,' he said, kicking her booted feet apart on the stool, none too gently. 'If you come too soon, what kind of punishment with this be? We'll have to start all over again. So, keep those gorgeous thighs wide open, okay?'
She nodded, squeezed her eyes closed, and braced herself for the next strike. But it didn't come. Instead she felt his lips. On the small of her back. He had exposed an inch of skin between where he'd bunched her skirt up around her waist and where her panties began. Now, he was alternating butterfly soft kisses and velvety licks of his tongue there. It was exquisite. She couldn't remember anyone ever kissing her there before.
She squirmed and rubbed her breasts against the saddle, needing more stimulation. She was already on the brink of orgasm, but was unsure how to attain it without touching herself or getting him to touch her where she needed it most. This really was torture.
This time she heard the swish of the riding crop as he brought it down on her opposite buttock. She gave a soft grunt in response that sounded incredibly sexy to her ears. It was the cry she usually heard echoing through her bedroom when she was enjoying a particularly enthusiastic session with her vibrator.
She was surprised to note that this stroke had been much harder than the first and yet it seemed to hurt less. The pleasure was also much more intense and she had to fight her impulse to bring her thighs together to squeeze and rub until she could come. But he wouldn't let her. She was growing desperate for something, anything to stimulate her poor, neglected pussy.
As if reading her mind, he touched her. Not with his finger or even his tongue, but with the leather hand-grip of the riding crop. He slid it between her open thighs and rubbed her slippery folds with it through her white cotton panties.
'Yes. Yes.' She cried, opening her legs even wider to allow him better access to her folds. 'Please, don't stop. That feels so good.'
'You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?' He asked, rubbing her clit indirectly with the textured handle as he drew her panties down over her buttocks. 'You should see how pink your ass is.' He leaned down and gave one ass cheek a little bite. 'Now, I need to get rid of these soaking wet panties of yours. Do you think you can hold the crop right here while I do that?' He wiggled the long instrument against her lower lips.
'Yes. Oh, yes.'
'Just tighten those sweet thighs around it to hold it in place, alright? But don't come. If you come we start again, okay?'
She nodded eagerly and brought her legs together. This was exactly what she needed. Something hard to rub against. His rock-hard erection would be better, but she was too greedy to care at this point. Hoping he wouldn't notice, but not really caring, she writhed against the leather handle and bit her lip to hold back the cry as sparks lit up behind her closed eyes.
Whack! This time he used his open palm on her bottom. The force of the blow brought tears to her eyes and sent her sprawling against the saddle. She righted herself quickly, but didn't stop writhing against the riding crop. She was too close to bliss to stop. She came with a shudder and slumped back over the saddle, crossing her thighs around the object to draw out her orgasm.
Chapter Five
When she recovered enough to function again, she turned her head and glared at him defiantly. But he wasn't looking at her face. She watched as he took a small knife from the table and slid it between her hip and the side of her panties. Good Lord. What was he doing now? She'd have to drive home and cross the border without any underwear. The idea both horrified and excited her.
'Did you think that was it then?' He asked, grinning at her with an unholy sparkle in his eyes. He flicked the knife and one side of her panties fell away. 'Three strokes and it's over? Now if I came after three strokes, wouldn't you be disappointed? We really need to work on your stamina. I'm afraid we're going to have to start again and see if you can behave yourself this time. Now, spread your legs.'
She eased her legs apart, felt another small tug as the knife cut through her panties, and the other side of them fell away. Just the riding crop and her own body's moisture held them in place.
Gently, he removed the riding crop from between her thighs and placed it on the table next to the saddle. Next, he eased her damp panties away from her flesh and brought them to his face. He breathed in deeply and sighed. 'Damn, girl. You smell so sweet.' He dropped the small pile of damp cotton on the table beside the crop.
Kayla could small her musky essence on both items and she flushed in embarrassment. Now that her lust was sated, she felt shame rearing its head. Had she actually just done that? Masturbated with a riding crop in front of this sexy stranger? He must think she's some kind of nymphomaniac. She buried her head in her arms, and shook her head. What was wrong with her?
'You okay?' He asked, leaning over her, real concern in his voice. 'I didn't hurt you, did I?'
'Well, yeah. You did. But in a really good way. I'm just a little shocked at my behavior. This is not like me at all.' She said, her voice small and muffled by her arms.
'Katie. Darlin.' You have nothing to be ashamed of.' He whispered against the back of her neck. 'That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. The way you just took what you wanted and went for it. I nearly shot my load just watching you.'
She lifted her head. 'Really?'
'Yes. Really.' He proved his point by grinding his hips against her upturned buttocks. His erection in his jeans was like an iron bar against her bottom. 'Can you feel that? How much I want you?' He stood up and grabbed her hips with both hands, adjusting her position so he could thrust against her moist folds from behind. His breath hissed between his teeth as he felt exactly how wet she was.
'God, I'm going to come,' he rasped, sounding shocked.
'Do it. Do it now. I want you to.' She sighed, standing up on tip-toes to give him better access to her cleft. 'Let me feel you come. Just like that.'
'No,' he said, but continued pistoning his hips forcefully against her. He let go of one of her hips and reached underneath her to palm one of her breasts through her bra. He tweaked the nipple and made a strangled gasp when he felt it immediately tighten into a hard bud against his rough fingers.
'Oh God. Nick. Please. I can't take anymore foreplay. Forget about the spanking, and let me feel you. I need it.' She began thrusting her hips in earnest to increase the friction between them, to help them both climax, but it wasn't enough.
'What do you need? Tell me.' He groaned, reaching down to cup her between her thighs.
'I need your cock. I need it inside me. All of it. Hard. Now.' She fumbled between them to undo the buttons on his jeans, but it was too late. He'd stopped thrusting against her and moved his hips out of her reach. She nearly screamed in disappointment as he removed his long, blunt fingers from between her legs. They had both been so close. What new torture was he planning now?
'Turn around,' he said, his voice rough and commanding.
