Taboo: A Dark Romance Boxset (Stud Ranch 1)

I breathe out heavily. That’s a relief, at least.

“Bend over,” he orders. “Eyes closed.”

I lift my eyes to the ceiling. Am I really going to… I mean, holy crap, this is just beyond—

“Over. Now.”

It’s not a request.

I lean forward on the bench, propped on my elbows and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Good girl.” He pats my ass and then slides the crop in even further.

My eyes flick nervously behind my eyelids. What he’s doing, it’s so— I mean, I’ve heard of people doing kinky things with riding crops, but I never thought— And he’s— I mean, he’s—

He’s fucking you with it, Mel. That’s what he’s doing with it.

Oh my God. Will the insanity never stop or even slow down for a second with this man?

And the even crazier thing? When his other hand not manipulating the riding crop comes around to play with my clitoris already so sensitized by the grooming brush?

I clench around the pole.

I’m turned on. To my utter goddamned shame and humiliation, I’m getting off on this whole fucked up scene.

“Such a good girl. Look at you squirting your sweet juices for me,” he murmurs in between suckling and nipping at my neck. “Your little cunt is so wet for anything and everything I could ever do. That’s right, you’re doing so well. That’s riiiiiiight. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

His finger toying with my clit is as gentle as the crop inside me is relentless. He circles the bud this way and that, then presses before removing the pressure entirely and focusing on the crop. It’s so lubricated with my juices that it slides in and out, the leather braided handle and rubber stopper at the end rub along my walls and drive me crazy with each pass.

“My precious little dirty girl. Look how sopping you are. I’m fucking you with a riding crop and you can’t get enough of it. Your little cunt greedily sucks it back inside. That’s right, clamp down on it. I know you wish it was my cock, but greedy little girls don’t get Master’s cock until they beg.”

His fingers come back to my clit, rubbing and circling and oh, oh God—

“I can see how much you wish this was my cock. You wish it was Master, bending you over this bench and driving my huge cock inside you. Just like the day when I first took this tight little virgin hole.”

His words, they’re so filthy and wrong. And they’re driving my orgasm closer and closer. I’m so close to the edge with how wrong and fucking hot every second of this is.

“Oh you loved that, didn’t you? You lost your mind from my cock, juicing right up and getting so wet for me. Your sweet little body was so ready for me to come and take what was mine. Just like now. I’m so hard I’m about to bust the zipper on my goddamn pants you make me so fucking crazy—”

The rod lands deep inside me and his fingers on my clit press down and I scream out my orgasm.

I’m still shaking and blinking as I come down when Xavier withdraws the crop and tosses it to the side. Then there’s the noise of his buckle coming undone.

Is he finally going to…?

But when I look over my shoulder, it’s only to see him jerking on his cock roughly, up and down.

The next second, he shoves up my shirt and then comes on my back.

I can’t look away from his face. His features are knit in the most beautiful expression of pleasure, pain, and relief. Then he slumps over on my back, his long, hard cock sandwiched between our bodies.

Why didn’t he come inside me? It feels like rejection, as ridiculous as that is.

He uses the shirt he pulls off to clean up my back and then he pulls me into his lap a few moments later.

“Why?” I ask as he brushes my hair out of my face. “Why do it that way with the—” I gesture at the discarded riding crop. “I mean, okay, whatever, you’ve got your own way of doing things, but still—” He’s got everything so jumbled in my head. “I don’t get it. Isn’t the point of this to get a baby?”

I hope he can see my confusion but not my hurt. God, I don’t want to reveal that. And I need to understand.

I’m not sure what I expect his answer to be, but it’s not for him to caress my cheek and then grip the hair at the base of my neck. He looks me in the eye, “Pet, my first priority is to have you out of your mind and desperate for my cock. You don’t get me inside you again until you’re begging for it, so the baby-making will just have to wait.”

Twelve

What follows are two and a half weeks of relative calm.