“Do you need anything?”
“I’d like to freshen up.”
He’d caught a faint whiff of her arousal and his baser instincts were already urging him to claim her.He preferred dirty, raunchy sex.Instead of telling her that, he carried her bag upstairs to his bedroom and she used the master bath.
“You sure you don’t need food, something else to drink?”he asked when she rejoined him.
“Just you.”
His nostrils flared.It was all he could do not to pick her up, toss her on the bed and sink his dick into her.
She left the room ahead of him, showing more restraint than he was capable of at this moment.
Loopy scampered after them when they went out back and she jumped up into the ATV.
“She’s so smart,” Sofia said.
“I think it’s more that she’s eternally hopeful.”
After they were all seated, he took off.
Though she was holding on to the bar in front, Sofia looked back so that she could watch Loopy.“I may never get tired of this,” she said.
After the quick start, he backed off the accelerator.
At the barn, Loopy jumped out then vigorously wiggled her whole body as she waited for him to open the door.
Once they were all inside the barn, he closed the doors behind them and told Loopy to wait at the bottom of the stairs.As she had the previous time, she reluctantly lowered herself and put her head on her outstretched paws.
“How’s the temperature?”he asked Sofia once they were in the loft.
“Cooler than I expected.”
He didn’t anticipate that any of his men would come looking for him, but he’d left the tarp in place regardless.“Please stand in the circle.”
She exhaled, and he realized it was to steady her nerves rather than a silent protest.
He’d been up here earlier to prepare for her arrival with condoms, sanitary wipes, sections of hemp, bottles of water.
He took a seat in the Dungeon Master’s chair and looked at her.
The longer he went without saying anything, the more uncomfortable she seemed.She shifted, curling and uncurling her hands at her sides.
“Think about how much I’m enjoying this.My pleasure.”
She met his eyes and nodded.
“Take off your boots.”
He was gratified she’d worn a tight-fitting skirt.Otherwise it might have ridden up as she bent over.
She kicked the boots to the side.
There was something unbelievably sexy about a barefooted sub.He liked looking at a woman in heels, but barefoot was even better.“Now the shirt.”
She pulled it up and off then let it drift down on top of the discarded boots.
Her bra matched her panties, he realized.Black, ultra lacy, a little low-cut.He ached to touch her, but delay was its own reward.“Now the bra.”
