He scooped her up so fast the room tilted, the world a blur of firelight and strong arms. “I think my little fox needs some time to think about what the consequences might be when she teases her Daddy. You stand right here and imagine what I have in store for you.”
When he set her in the corner, the alder wood was cool and slightly rough under her palms, the scent of aged wood rising from the walls. When she shivered from the chill, he stoked the fire and added another split log.
The creak of a door told her he’d opened the closet, the soft clink of leather and metal, the rustle of canvas. What in the world was he getting? She could only imagine what would make those noises. Her breath caught, and her heart hammered so loud she was sure he could hear it.
Was he really mad? No. But not knowing what he had planned made slick heat pool low in her belly.
Minutes stretched like an eternity. The temptation to sneak over to the closet and take a peek at what he was doing almost had her leaving the corner when his boots thudded back across the floorboards, slow and purposeful. She peeked over her shoulder, and her heart slammed against her ribs.
Trace carried the dark leather bag in one hand and a treeless saddle in the other. He walked toward what she now realized was a saddle stand. The scent of well-oiled leather filled the room as he set the saddle he was carrying on the stand with a soft creak and secured it in place. Her heart kicked up a notch. What did a saddle have to do with her? Was she supposed to ride the saddle stand?
From the bag, he first pulled out a thick double-ended dildo. She only recognized it from the spicier books she’d read. Her heart was now kicking like the Radio City Rockets. After giving her a wicked grin, he attached the implement of doom to the saddle with practiced clicks that echoed like gunshots in the quiet of the room. Reaching back into the bag, he then pulled out a long, thin riding crop. The supple black crop whistled through the air when he flicked it with what looked like a practiced hand.
Kip trembled as she waited, statue still, for what he had planned for her. Suddenly realizing that edible glitter bombs might not have been the best idea.
He stepped behind her, the heat of his body chasing away the chill. The crop traced up the back of her thigh, over the curve of her ass, beneath the swell of her breast to circle one nipple, then the other. As he brought her skin to life, he whispered softly against her ear. “You have been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, little fox.”
She couldn’t remember how to form words. All she could do was hold her breath and wait. He didn’t seem to need an answer from her. “But your mouth on my cock was so hot, I’ve decided a funishment is in order. Tell me, Foxy, have you ever read about a sex saddle in those books I see you reading behind the counter at The Broken Bridle when you think no one is watching?”
Her knees almost buckled when she realized what he’d said. First, because he not only saw her reading at work but also noticed the type of books she read. Second, because… OMG!! So what if she’d read books that might have contained stuff like that? Reading about it didn’t mean she wanted to actually do it!
Only... she kind of did. But just thinking about it made her stomach flutter, like a hundred tiny butterflies waking up and all wanting to escape at once.
“Cat got your tongue, dirty girl? Let me help you loosen it up.”
Tap…Tap…Tap.
Without warning, he delivered three light, teasing flicks with the crop—one to each nipple and one to her mons—that made her gasp and arch as the warming sting blossomed into sweet fire.
“Ever wonder why I keep a saddle stand in our bedroom, babygirl?” His voice was as smooth as dark honey with a bite of whiskey against her ear.
She shook her head, throat dry. “I… I thought it was for blankets.”
A low chuckle vibrated through his chest into her back. “Uh-huh. But this is much better. I’m going to let you go for a ride while I spank your bottom with my crop. This isn’t a punishment, little fox. This is a reward. You’re meant to enjoy this. If you don’t like it, what do you say so Daddy will know to stop?”
As he spoke, he ran his hands all over her body, discovering places she hadn’t realized were erogenous until he showed her. “R-red, Daddy. I say red.”
“Good girl. Now let Daddy get you set for your ride.” He stood so close his rigid cock pressed against the crack of her ass. Reaching between her legs, he ran his finger around her clit before going further and entering her. “You are so wet, babygirl. Someone’s excited about her riding lesson. Tell me,” he said as he slid his finger even further back to tap her pucker hole. “Have you even had anyone play with you here?”
He did not just ask that. He did not just touch her most private, intimate spot! She shook her head. “N-no, Daddy.”
“Well, little fox, you are in for a treat.”
He turned to the saddle and took out a small bottle of lubricant, coating both the larger and the smaller dildos. Once he was satisfied, he lifted her like she weighed nothing and settled her onto the saddle. The leather of the saddle was warm and soft against her thighs. Lifting her higher, he positioned her where he wanted before carefully lowering her toward the saddle.
The thick dildo pressed to the opening of her pussy, but that wasn’t what startled her. The shorter, thinner dildo pressed against her bottom hole. He slowly lowered her down onto both of them.
The large one stretched the walls of her pussy, causing the heat to flare deep inside her. The smaller one penetrated her, too. Not painful, but it was definitely a feeling of naughty fullness she’d never experienced before. Taking his time and watching her closely, he slid both home in one slick, perfect glide that stretched her open and stole her breath. The fullness was overwhelming, the ridges on the dildos dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.
She’d never been more turned on in her life.
Trace’s fingers trailed down her spine, slow and deliberate, until they settled on the small of her back. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, then straightened. The saddle creaked beneath her as he stepped back. The soft click of a remote surprised her, but not as much as what happened next.
Both toys inside her woke at once.
The thick shaft buried in her pussy began to throb, low and steady, a pulse that dragged a broken sound from her throat. The plug in her ass joined it, buzzing harder, deeper, the vibrations rolling through muscle and bone. The sensations overwhelmed her. What was this doing to her? Her thighs shook. She had never felt anything fill her in two places and move on its own. The sensation clawed up her spine and lodged behind her eyes.
“Trace—” Her voice cracked. And when he increased the vibration, she forgot what she was going to say.
