Booted (Trails of Sin 3)

She touches her throat, her chest rising and falling. A moment later, her fear melts away, replaced by the Jezebel who milked my cock before dinner.

I’ll let her wear the mask. It won’t stay on for long.

In a mesmerizing, serpentine twist of her body, she rolls onto her chest, tucks her knees beneath her, and arches her ass in the air.

I crouch behind her and flip up the hem of the shirt, revealing lacy black panties that cut high across her gorgeous cheeks. I selected those in Cora’s shop while imagining the stunning view before me now.

My erection jerks against my zipper, and my breathing loses rhythm. I’m enslaved by the sight of her, and I haven’t even seen her naked.

She peers over her shoulder, her eyes lidded and inviting, almost pleading, as if that’s the look I want her to wear. She assumes this is for me, that I’m going to fuck her just like every other dick that’s seen her in this pose, and she’s prepared to let me.

But tonight is about her. I’m going to strip her down to the center of her heart, starting with that mask.

I rear back an arm and slam my palm against her backside, spreading a sting through my fingers.

She yelps, and her body lurches forward with the impact.

Adrenaline floods my blood. I’m starved for this—the domination, the power and purpose—but I rein in my exhilaration and focus on her.

“Wipe that counterfeit look off your face.” I spank her again.

Her head whips around, and she shoots me a murderous glare.

“Better.” I caress a soothing hand across her heated skin. “I want honest answers.” I continue to tenderly rub her sore flesh. “Have you ever had an orgasm with a man?”

She lowers her eyes to the ground, then her head, leaving her ass perched skyward. After a moment of silence, I let my hand fly, delivering a fiery smack.

“No.” She gulps air, trembling and tense. “I haven’t.”

“Has anyone gone down on you?”

Her fingers curl against the sleeping bag. “Yes.”

And she didn’t come. Because they didn’t have a fucking clue what they were doing.

I stroke the hot, prickling skin on her butt and drag my touch along the cleavage, dipping low and deep while imagining the clinch of that forbidden entrance. “How did you know I’d allow your finger in my ass? That I’d like it?”

She lifts on her elbows and twists her neck to look at me. “After what happened to you in prison, you’ve been forced to imagine what it would feel like to be penetrated there. It terrifies you, but it also stirs a dark curiosity. It’s one of those hate-to-love-it things. Most people have kinks like that.” She chews on her lip. “But a finger is your limit. If I tried to peg you with a strap-on, you’d stop me. Even though it can be immensely pleasurable for a man, you’re way too alpha for that. The only way you’d enjoy anal sex is if you’re the one doing the fucking.”

I sit back on my heels, awestruck and painfully turned-on by how accurately she knows me. “Lie on your back.”

She obeys, without the sexual swagger from before. “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”

“No.”

High school girls were way too squeamish for that.

I stretch out beside her, with one hand propping up my head and the other resting on her flat stomach. “What’s your hate-to-love-it kink?”

She tenses and angles her face away.

I grab her chin and yank her back to me. “Your kink.”

Her nostrils widen and relax. “I didn’t have one until today.”

I tighten my grip.

“You,” she whispers.

“Be specific.”

She makes a pained sound in her throat. “This is hard.”

Her fingers wander along my forearm and around my hand. She doesn’t pull to break my hold. Instead, she clings.

I let go of her chin and weave our hands together, shifting them to rest between her breasts. “Tell me.”

“I liked putting my mouth on you, on all of you. I’m sorry, but you have an outrageously sexy body.”

There’s nothing wrong with physical attraction. Hell, I’m consumed by it every time I look at her. But…

“You’re deeper than that, Raina.”

“That’s exactly it. I’ve never been deep with anyone. Then you went and kissed me and…”

I press my body along the side of hers and lower my mouth to her neck. With my lips tasting her throat, I adjust our laced hands to cup the soft mound of her breast.

She’s built like a porn star—exaggerated curves, delicate bone structure, and lean muscle. Only she’s all natural.

Molding my fingers around hers, I plump the flesh beneath our hands, guiding our touch into a kneading, titillating caress.

“I kissed you and…?” I kiss her now. Her neck, her jaw, and the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“You pulled me under and drown me, Lorne. It’s just how you are. Your assertiveness, the command in your voice, the overbearing way you push me… I hate to love it.”