When I’m with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(47)
Author: Beth Kery

Elise looked up in confusion when he pressed the slapper of the crop at the top of her thighs, right next to her pussy.

“I . . . what?” she sputtered when he applied pressure and the slapper started to slide between her thighs.

“You heard me. Let the crop in, and then clamp your thighs around it. Do not let it slide down or drop it. Don’t worry, it’s clean. I just purchased it. I’ve decided to use it for riding you instead of a horse,” he added darkly.

Her breath caught at that. She did what he said, bewildered, but instinctively reacting to the hard edge to his tone. After a few seconds of squeezing her thighs tight to hold the crop in place, she started to understand why Lucien had made the request. First of all, she’d had to clamp her legs like a vice to stay on Jax. Her thighs were very tight and sore. They started to burn under the sustained pressure of holding the crop in place.

Second of all, gripping the potential tool of punishment against her pussy felt dirty . . . illicit . . . good. Her already sharp excitement mounted. Her clit tingled against the tightly wound leather of the handle. She tightened her thighs to increase the stimulation and winced at the burn of the muscles.

She saw that Lucien had witnessed her grimace.

“Devil,” she accused softly when she saw his almost infinitesimal smile.

“You have yourself to thank for that,” he said as he lifted the leather tether and began to bind her wrists to the rail of the fence. When he’d finished and walked to the side of her, she blushed as she considered how she must look to him, stark naked and bound to a fence in a stable, the black leather crop handle sticking out just beneath her ass.

“How dare you put your life at risk that way?” She heard the distilled anger in his voice.

She twisted her chin, wanting to see his face. What she saw in his eyes made her flinch inwardly. It was as if he considered a threat to her life as a personal affront. He lifted his hand and swung, giving her ass a stinging spank.

“Don’t you ever . . . ever . . . ever pull something like that again, Elise,” he seethed, smacking her ass for emphasis as he walked behind her. She strained to see him. Her heart started to pound in her ears when she saw that he was stroking the length of his cock through his jeans, his handsome face tight as he stared at her bound body. “I can’t believe you did that. No other man on the polo team can handle Jax—strong, skilled men. What were you thinking?”

“I just can’t stand it when you ignore me . . . discount me . . . act like I’m about as interesting as the hay on this floor. I did it to make you notice!”

“Is that what you think?” he bellowed, sounding equally amazed and infuriated. “That I don’t notice you? That I could ever possibly ignore you when you’re near? Or even when you’re not? Impossible. I’m as likely to ignore you as I would a fire in the room.” His gray eyes reminded her of a wild, electrical storm when his gaze flashed up to her face. Oh dear. She really had unleashed a tempest.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His expression hardened. “No you’re not.” She muffled a cry when he grabbed the handle of the crop. He jerked up slightly on it, firing the aroused nerves of her pussy. Pleasure tore through her.

“Do you like that?” he asked from behind her, his voice tight with lust. He started to move the leather handle back and forth between her thighs, stimulating her pussy. When she didn’t answer because she was so overwhelmed by the illicit pleasure he gave her, he peeled back her buttocks and moved the crop deeper against her tissues. She cried out excitedly when the rod buried between her labia and rubbed against her clit. Lucien made a low, rough sound and she realized he could probably see how wet she was.

“Look at that,” he muttered as if to himself. “Your juices are going to season this leather perfectly. You’re really making it your own, aren’t you?” She moaned uncontrollably. He pulled back on the crop and worked the two-by-three-inch leather slapper between her thighs in a subtle sawing motion.

“Unclamp your legs a little,” he ordered, his voice sounding harsh. Tense. Was he as excited as she was? Her nipples pinched tight at the thought. She did his bidding, parting her thighs and crying out in pleasure when he rubbed the slapper directly on her swollen clit, back and forth, around and around in small circles.

“Lucien.” The naughtiness of what he was doing spiced her excitement unbearably. She began to bob her hips against the delicious pressure. But then the crop was gone from her hungry pussy.

Smack.

He’d popped her bottom with the slapper. “Oh, it burns,” she said, referring not just to the prickling nerves of her ass but also to the sizzling of her clit between her clamped thighs.

“You deserve it,” he growled, smacking her once more with the crop, mounting her excitement.

“Please, Lucien,” she moaned. Lust had vanquished her pride. An untenable, monstrous ache swelled in her, a clutching fist of desire that needed to be released.

“Don’t worry. I told you you’d get what you were asking for,” he grated out. She noticed the crop fall onto the floor.

“Lucien—,” she began, wanting to apologize. She wanted this—she was so hot and tense with desire—but she regretted pushing him. He interrupted her by lifting her. She heard a scraping sound on the hay-strewn floor.

“I need to raise you,” he said from behind her. She gasped when he lifted her with ease, settling her feet on a smooth carton made of hard plastic. When he set her down again, she was elevated by several inches, her bottom closer to the fly of his jeans. Jax whinnied loudly behind them.

Her eyes went wide at what she heard next: the sound of his zipper lowering. Her heart began to race faster than it had when Jax bolted.

“You’ve tried me enough, Elise.”

He noticed her looking back at him and met her stare. She sensed how aroused he was, how rabid with lust. Sweat sheened his upper lip and his eyes looked wild. His breath was coming raggedly as he hastily worked at the fastenings of his pants and lowered his boxer briefs.

She gasped when he pressed the thick, engorged head of his cock against her entrance. She could feel his heat penetrating into her. Oh. She’d never felt a man so rigid with need, so huge . . . so primed. Panic fractured her arousal. What had she been thinking? She couldn’t act her way through this. She wasn’t sure the mechanics of what he was trying to do were even conceivable.

“I had planned to take you the first time in an exchange of pleasure you would remember forever, but a hard, rough ride here in the stables somehow seems more appropriate. Damn you for always getting your way, Elise,” he said grimly before he held her hip steady with one hand and flexed his hips forcefully, grunting when he went nowhere.