Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Page B
Authors: Verena Vincent
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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
“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
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