Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

Princess gripped Brant’s cock and gave him a few hearty pulls. Brant slid down her belly, licked her taut nipples, and then plunged in between her folds, pushing her legs apart as he entered her.

“That’s right, sub. You belong to me now. Fuck me. Show me how much you want to be mine.”

Princess’s head turned to the side and she bit down on his forefinger. “I don’t know how long I can do this without coming this morning.”

Brant dipped his finger in her rear passage, toying with the outer ring as he entered her. “You’ll come when I come.”

Princess stared at Brant’s mouth. “You just think you’re in control, here.”

“No,” he said. “I’m a little sharper than that, Princess. I know who holds the true power.”

Princess grunted when Brant buried himself deeper, fucking her with longer, more deliberate strokes. He hammered inside her sweet pussy and pursed his lips, unable to scream out the most pleasurable moment of his life.

He had a lover ready to deliver everything he’d longed for including a family, a commitment, and a shared life. He may have placed a collar around his sub’s neck, but in that moment, he realized something else, too.

From the moment he met Princess, there had been a lasso around his heart. Thank God he held out long enough. Thank God he waited until she was old enough to rope him in and teach him how to love again.

* * * *

Brant listened to the sound of running water. Princess was in the shower. He wondered if she was playing with herself, and the thought of her fingering herself made him harder than steel.

A few minutes later, Princess walked in the room wearing nothing but a white towel. Brant moistened his lips. “Drop the towel.”

She smiled and her grin lit up the room. “You’re in a hurry, huh?”

“Oh no, hon. I can wait. Question is, can you?”

Princess took a step toward the bed. Another step and the towel fell to the floor.

“Stop right there,” Brant ordered. “Turn around.”

She followed his instructions. “Are you going to punish me for something?”

“Depends,” Brant said, reaching for the paddle. “Did you play with yourself while you were in the shower?”

“Yes,” she said, quite proud of the fact.

“Did you come?” Good grief, had he ever seen a better looking ass? “Did you bring yourself pleasure?”

“Yes,” Princess replied. “I came while I was thinking about giving you head.”

Brant’s prick processed the information first. His dick throbbed and his balls burned. “Do you enjoy being spanked?”

“When it’s needed,” Princess told him. “Do I deserve punishment, Sir?”

Oh God. She’d said the magic word. “Bend over, sub. Let’s see if I can’t teach you a lesson.”

Princess grabbed her knees and presented her ass. Brant grabbed the paddle. He didn’t want to make too much noise, so he toyed with his sub, understanding he wouldn’t give her the kind of whipping he might if they were somewhere with complete privacy.

With other campers close in proximity, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to strike her ass as he should but in turn, he’d have a lot to think about. The next time he’d spank her, he’d take her to Colt’s barn and whip her bottom until she realized the advantages found in an erotic spanking.

Turning the paddle sideways, he ran the edge down the crack of her ass until she flinched. “Hold still, lover.”

She arched her back and Brant struck, paddling her bottom a few times, watching her pretty, firm ass turn bright red from the spanking.

Each time Brant delivered a swat, Princess moaned, grunting out her building pleasure a few times. She pressed her fingers to her clit and Brant growled. “Let go of what is mine. You don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission.”

“But you make me wet,” she whined.