Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

“Well? What do you think?” Kemper asked.

She rolled her tongue over her bottom lip and took a stroll around the large open area, tapping her fingernails against some of the items she perused. The body swing earned more than a stroke. She stopped in front of the exotic furniture piece and studied the poles,

the leather partner slips, and other features. Belts, straps, chains, and cuffs intrigued her, played havoc on her dirty mind.

Hmm, she mused. By the looks of things, she’d missed out on some exquisite entertainment. Studying the far wall, she noted several harnesses hanging in the corner. They were located next to what she assumed was the dressing room, given the fact a royal-blue curtain hardly fit the décor there.

After viewing a few adult clothing styles, her gaze narrowed on a large, circular piece. It looked like a wheel of some sort. “Let me guess,” she purred. “You used to volunteer at the county fair. The two of you operated the generous money wheel, right?”

Kit growled. That deep, guttural tone fell from his lips and made her pussy clench in anticipation. Her nipples spiked, and her full breasts tingled. He may have been mad at her, but he would still fuck her. Her gaze met his, and sure enough, the man was a sex roll-up, tightly drawn in an outer shell, but still good and sweet once someone unraveled him.

She gave the wheel a spin. The rickety-click of the odd contraption made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. With the wooden spokes, large spikes, and soft mat—similar to one a gymnast might use—in the middle, one could only imagine what delicious events had taken place there.

“I want some answers, Holly,” Kit said, pursuing her.

“You think you do? What about me? What about all this?”

“You knew what we were when we brought you here,” Kit told her.

“Yes, and you knew what I wasn’t willing to do when you brought me here,” she reminded him, eyeing the body swing and wondering why she’d put up a fight in the first place. The entire basement showed lots of promise.

“You didn’t give Domination and submission a chance,” Kemper pointed out.

“Hell, she’s never even been introduced to the lifestyle! What do you mean give it a chance? Besides, you were the one who became addicted to her sweet pussy. You even said you might go vanilla and forget the past.”

Kemper stared at Holly, and in that moment, she saw the love, the willingness he had to do whatever it took to please her and make her happy. “Have you forgotten the past?” she asked, taking long strides toward him.

Kemper moistened his lips. “My history isn’t important, Holly.”

“There you go dancing around the subject!” Kit screamed. “Damn it, Holly, if you’re staying here, this is the way it’s gonna be!” He glared at Kemper. “God knows I’m expected to lay down the law around here. Kemper won’t do it.”

“Shut up, Kit,” Kemper bit out, staring into her eyes.

She smiled then, realizing Kemper was so tuned in to her desires and needs that he already understood what she had in mind. “So the past turned you on, did it?”

“You turn me on,” he replied softly, parting his full and perfect lips.

“Yes, but what about the past?” she asked, placing her hand on his shoulder. She leaned against him and nipped at his ear. “Did you like bringing your women down here?”

“Yes, Holly,” he assured her, arching his neck. Perhaps he wanted her mouth to take a tour.

She could help him out there. She kissed and licked a short path around the middle wrinkle of his neck. “Did you like making them beg for penetration?”

He gulped. “I…uh…Yeah, Holly. Yes I did.”

“Did they grovel for sex?” she continued. “Beg you to fuck them?”

“Yes.”

“And that got you hot?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Bothered?”

“God, yeah,” he replied, shoving his hard cock against her, placing the weight of his erection between the natural spread of her legs.

“Damn shame I’m dressed,” she complained. Then, she pushed away from him and pointed to the curtain. Sashaying closer, she studied the material as if she half expected someone to yank back the divider and explain what they housed behind door number one.