“One more word and the next shot hits your face, buddy,” Rust snarls and the man shrinks. Then his burning stare turns to me. “Fix your mess, Red. Get on your knees.”
He grabs a fistful of my curls and forces me to the floor, on all fours. Humiliation and desire run thickly through my veins. The mix makes me dizzy. Irrational. My skin feels too tight and tingles rush up my spine.
But I obey.
I struggle to pick up the wallets and phones, shoving them into the bags. When I’m done, I try to stand, but he keeps me down, his massive hand across the back of my head.
“Show me how sorry you are!” Rust barks.
“I’mreallysorry that?—”
“I don’t want a lame fuckin’ apology. I saidshowme!” He shoves my face toward the ground until the tip of my nose hits his boot. “Kiss it.”
He wants me to dowhat?!
Embarrassment lights up my cheeks as I inhale the scent of the brown leather. It doesn’t smell bad. Kind of earthy and maybe a little sweet.
Did he already plan this madness in the morning when he took extra time to clean his boots?
“Do it, Red. Kiss my boot or die.”
My core blazes. I shouldn’t be into this, but I’m soaking through my panties and my pussy aches with need. If he let me, I’d hump his leg like an animal.
I swallow thickly before I press my lips to the middle of his cowboy boot. A gasp comes from the hostages and a bolt of lust splits my center. Them watching my humiliation only turns me on more.
“Atta girl,” Rust drawls, leaning back against the counter. “Now lick my boot properly. Make it shine.”
My eyes widen. “But?—”
He tuts. “Same choice as before, Red. Obedience or death.”
Something presses on the top of my head, holding me down, but it’s not his hand. It’s the leather sole of his other boot.
I sob at the conflicting feelings in my chest.
A kiss was one thing, to use my tongue is different. That’s gross. Disgusting. Everything in me recoils at the thought of dragging my tongue over the worn leather, but I can’t stem the wave of lust rolling through me.
How can licking my ex-husband’s cowboy boots in front of perfect strangers drive me this wild?
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Hesitantly,I stick out my tongue and quickly flick it over the leather. My brows quirk. I thought it would taste awful, but I only register a slightly earthy flavor.
It’s weirdly sensual.
Bolder now, my tongue follows the curve of the boot upward. An involuntary moan rises in my throat as I lick along the sides and down around the toe.
Rust shifts, pushing the second boot into my face. “This one, too.”
With each lap of my tongue, the need pulsing between my thighs gets stronger. Unbearable. I need to come so bad I can’t think clearly. Feverish, I reach under my skirt when a sharp yank on my hair has me squeaking.
Rust pulls me to my feet, forcing me to meet his gaze. “This was meant to be your punishment for being clumsy, but you’re enjoyin’ yourself, dirty girl. Does licking my boots get your cunt dripping for me? Reckon I oughta check for myself.”
He handles me like a doll and bends me over a stool by the counter, facing me toward the hostages.
The woman of the couple clings to her boyfriend, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes while her boyfriend gawks shamelessly. The other men stare, too. Even the waitress can’t seem to turn away, blushing almost as deeply as I am. Only the cook covers his face with greasy hands, but it’s hard to tell if he’s peeking through his fingers.
