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He rides hard in the rodeo. He’ll ride me much harder.
When I snuck into Montana Cobalt’s house, I was looking for help learning to ride like him. What I got was his belt across my bare backside, and then with tears running down my cheeks and arousal dripping onto my thighs he taught me an even rougher, more shameful lesson.
He’s agreed to train me, but not just for the rodeo. He’s going to show me what it means to be ridden hard and put away wet, and I’ll take everything he gives me and then beg him for more.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 85,100 words
Excerpt
Four more hard smacks and this time, the tears flowed, falling down my face before I could manage to stop them. “O-kay. Just stop. Please. Five. Six. Seventeen. Just stop!” I was whining now. Fucking fantastic. Weak. All I could think about was I was a weak little girl.
“Then say it,” he commanded. “Tell me you’re going to treat me with respect; that you will obey me.” He slid the strap down my back, tapping my ass. When his fingers brushed down the cleft in my bottom, I shot up, shaking like a freaking leaf.
“Yes, sir. I’ll obey you, sir.” Anything to get this shit to stop. I had no intentions of obeying the asshole. None.
“That’s more like it. Now, five more and after that, we’ll talk.”
Five more? I was going to die from the pain.
The whooshing sound was almost worse than the actual crack itself, my mind going to all kinds of distant places. But I couldn’t avoid the anguish rocketing through me like a tidal wave. I started counting them off in my mind.
Two.
Three.
Smack!
Four.
I could barely breathe as he issued the last one, was uncertain if I’d muttered the correct count. Then my entire body and mind revolted, shooting up from the desk. I shot forward, my hands out, ready to smack or claw his face or both.
He was far too quick, grabbing my wrists and yanking my arms over my head as he crushed my body against his. “Nice try, sweetheart. Do we need a few more lessons?”
“Like I said before, over my dead body.” I was stunned that my entire body was leaning into him, my breasts tingling to the point I was even more ashamed. How could this be happening?
He tilted his head, curling his upper lip. “Do you know what happens to bad little girls who don’t learn their lesson?”
“I don’t care.”
“I bet you will. I’m going to tell you. They. Get. Fucked.”
I heard the words, could tell he was serious, but my mind couldn’t comprehend the concept of what he was saying. “Excuse me?”
He had the kind of shit-eating grin on his face that I knew most girls would fall for; charming and sexy, the dimple on his chin deeper than normal. I couldn’t think or move, standing like a frozen statue waiting for him to make good on his threat.
Montana shoved me back over the desk, still crowding close as I clawed at everything on top. Files and papers went flying as I struggled with him, my mind reeling as the sound of his zipper being pulled sent electricity through me.
And not in a good way.
I knew he was tugging on his jeans, could tell he was determined to fuck me.
“And Holland? They get fucked in the ass.”
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