I close the distance and settle behind her. Running my hand along her ass, making her purr in response. I slide two fingers inside her, and she jolts forward with a gasp, her walls clenching around me immediately.
“Mmm. Just as I thought,” I murmur, curling my fingers, finding that spot, increasing the pace.
Those breathy little moans fill the stable. Each one is a match thrown on a fire that’s already out of control.
“You know how much I love you, right, firefly?” I ask.
My hand cracks down on her ass.
“Yes!” she screams.
“You understand how much I respect you? How much I worship you?” I glide my palm over the red mark blooming across her skin.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Another smack. She jolts forward, and I drag her back by her hip, pulling her onto my fingers so they hit deeper.
“Do you want to know what it feels like to be fucked like I don’t?”
I lean over her. Grab one wrist, then the other, resting them on her lower back.
“I do,” she breathes.
I grin as I start wrapping the rope around her wrists. Making sure it ain’t tight enough to cut. I can feel her pulse hammering against the cord.
“Keep this relaxed. If you fight it, it’ll bite the skin. If you want it off, tell me.” I press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Tell me your safeword.”
She clears her throat. “Cherries.”
“Good girl.”
I stand back and take in the view.
Face down. Ass up. Hands tied. My hat just about on her head. The cherry necklace dangling toward the hay.
Fucking perfect.
I unbuckle my belt and push down my jeans and boxers. Position myself between her legs and guide the tip of my dick against her entrance.
But I don’t thrust in. I watch her squirm. Watch how desperate she is for me. Her hips rocking, trying to push back onto me. I press my hand down on her shoulder and hold her still.
“Stay still. I’ll fuck you when I decide you’re ready.”
She blows out a frustrated breath.
“Or you could beg,” I suggest.
She doesn’t hesitate. Not even a second. “Please, Hunter. Sir. Please fuck me. Fuck me like it’s the last time. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am for you. I want your huge cock filling me up. Please.”
“Fuck!” I hiss. My hand cracks down on her ass as I thrust in hard, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. She cries out so loud it bounces off every beam in the barn.
And I don’t hold back.
I give her what she asked for. Hard. Merciless. Each thrust driving deep enough to make her whole body lurch forward against the hay.
“This what you want?” I grit out.