"Trigger." My name comes out broken.
"This is for running." The third lands in the same spot, and I watch the way her muscles tense and release, the way she pushes back into it instead of pulling away.
My girl would love getting spanked.
"This is for being reckless." The fourth makes her cry out, a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. "For getting on that horse and almost getting yourself killed."
"I'm sorry." She's trembling harder now, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "And this last one…" My hand comes down a fifth time, harder than all the others. "This is for making me wait so long to have you. Not just the pieces. All of you."
Her body is still trembling from that final slap, and I lean in close, my chest pressed against her back, my lips at her ear. "Still think I'm holding back?"
"No." Her voice is wrecked, breathless. "God, no."
I can feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the marks blooming where my hand connected. My hands slide up her sides, and I can feel every shiver, every tremor coursing through her. "You wanted to feel how angry you made me?"
"Yes." She presses back against me, and the friction makes us both groan.
"Then keep your hands on that wall." The sound of my belt buckle is loud in the enclosed space. "Don't move them."
I free myself, one hand gripping her hip to hold her steady. With the other, I run my tip through her wetness in one slow, teasing stroke. She's soaked, and the knowledge of what I do to her nearly breaks my control.
"God, you're so wet for me," I breathe against her ear.
"Trigger, please?—"
Before she can finish, I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The breath leaves her lungs in a rush, and we both let out guttural moans that echo off the wooden walls. I hold there, deep as I can go, feeling her pulse around me, both of us trembling with the intensity of it.
"Fuck," I groan, my forehead dropping to rest between her shoulder blades. "You’re mine.”
A desperate moan is her only response, her hips rolling back against me, seeking movement.
"Patience," I grit out, though I'm barely holding on myself. I pull back slowly, catching her wetness coating my cock on one of the streams that’s casting light into our stall, and my cock jerks. I'm not going to last. My girl just told me she loved me and then asked me to punish her, which is something I didn't even know I needed. Smacking her ass unlocked something inside of me. It healed a part of me I didn't know was broken. I thrust in hard again, bottoming out, slow and steady three more times, wanting to draw this out, the thrill of getting caught, the adrenaline rush of almost losing her, and our surrender. It's fucking everything.
My hands grip her hips, and I set a rhythm that has her gasping and the stall walls rattling as she steadies herself to take each punishing stroke. It's utterly intoxicating, and I'm pretty sure a few shadows have lingered outside the stall. Let them listen. She’s mine, and I want the world to know it. My hand slides from her hip around to her front, finding that spot that makes her whole body arch.
Her nails scrape against the wood as a broken cry escapes her lips.
"Don't ever stop," she manages to gasp out between moans.
"Not a chance." I pick up the pace, each thrust harder than the last, letting her feel every ounce of frustration and fear and desperate love I've been holding back. "You're mine. Say it."
"Y-yours." The word comes out broken between pants.
"Again."
"Yours." Louder this time, dissolving into a moan. "Always?—"
The angle, the words, the way she's falling apart in my arms…it's too much. My rhythm falters, becomes more desperate, more demanding.
"I love you," I growl against her neck, my teeth scraping over her skin. "So goddamn much."
She moans in response, her voice breaking as I hit that spot deep inside that makes her whole body tighten before she comes apart with a cry that I'm sure they can hear halfway to the arena. The way she pulsates around me pulls me over the edge, and I bury my face against her shoulder, muffling my own groan as I follow her into a perfect, blinding release.
For a long moment, we just stay like that, her pressed against the wall, me pressed against her, both of us breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Then carefully, I pull out and turn her around.
I cup her face. "You okay?"
