Page 16 of Claiming Bennett (Montgomery Dreams #3)

MAGGIE

“Come in.”

It feels weird to be invited into Bennett’s trailer after letting myself in last time, but I swing the door open and step inside. The lights are on this time, but there’s not much to see. A mini kitchen sits along one wall, a bathroom behind me, and a shirtless Bennett in front of me.

Three guesses where my attention is.

He sits on the edge of his bed, jean clad thighs spread wide and bare feet planted on the ground.

His hands dangle between his knees, strips of braided leather lazily twined between his fingers.

What the hell is he doing with horse reins?

My gut tightens in excitement as my mind runs wild with thoughts of what he might have planned for me.

I’ve been fantasizing about him all day, the few hours after I got off work before I could come seek him out absolute torture .

“Waiting for me?” I ask with a cheeky grin, stepping closer to him.

He clicks his tongue at me like I’m a fucking dog , sharp and reproachful. Heat floods my face even as I stop on the spot, arousal pooling deep in my gut.

“You don’t speak unless spoken to tonight,” he says, his voice dark, eyes unwavering on mine. “You say red if you need me to stop. Otherwise, I’m taking what I want. Understood?”

I gape at him, uncertain of my next step. My heart hammers in my chest—I like this, that much I know, but I’m off kilter and have no clue what to do. Bennett looks different. Intense. Like he’s going to fucking eat me alive.

“I asked you a question, Magnolia.”

“Yes.” The word comes out on an exhale, shaky with excitement. “Yes. I understand.”

Nerves and excitement wrap around each other in my chest as I watch Bennett twist the reins in his hands.

He’s the very picture of control, his shoulders straight, eyes steady as he watches my every movement.

I feel like prey trapped beneath the eyes of a predator, and my whole body buzzes with excitement.

“Good girl.” His lips twitch up in a hint of a smile. “Come here.”

He pairs the command with a subtle crook of his fingers, and I can do nothing but obey.

I close the distance between us on shaky legs and come to a stop between his thighs.

His eyes track my every movement, like he’s drinking in every shift of my hips, ravenous for it.

They linger on the tight fit of my cami and shorts, a dark smirk on his lips.

“On your knees, baby,” he says, his voice raspy with need.

I fall between his legs like a puppet with their strings cut, helpless to do anything but listen. My mind is fuzzy with desire and excitement, and I sink into the feeling, the knowledge that he’s watching me so closely. All I have to do is listen.

Is this always what sex with another person is like? I haven’t done much with anyone else, nothing past fumbling handjobs and some heavy petting, but it never felt like this.

Some of the seriousness fades from the set of his broad shoulders, and his smile comes easier this time.

“Look at you,” he says, voice thick with praise. “Sweet little Magnolia, so pretty for me.”

He cups my chin and uses his grip to pull me closer as he leans down.

My hands fly to his thighs for support, the denim scratchy beneath my palms. I shudder when his lips meet mine, slow and exploring, like we’ve got all the time in the world.

A pleading whine slides up my throat, and he swallows it down with a squeeze of his fingers around my jaw.

The noise morphs into a moan when his teeth catch my lower lip and bite down, slowly increasing the pressure until I hiss at the sensation.

I don’t pull away.

He smiles against my mouth as he releases my lip and swipes his tongue over the bite to soothe the sting.

“If only you were this good for me last time,” he murmurs before leaning back. “I still haven’t punished you for lying to me. You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

My breath hitches in excitement at his words, desire flooding my veins, hot and heady.

“Maybe you need to put me in my place then,” I tease, grinning widely up at him.

His hand drops from my jaw to my throat even as he matches my grin, just as thrilled as I am. He squeezes down lightly, just enough to make my head buzz with lack of blood flow.

“What’d I say, pretty girl?” He shakes me slightly with his grip on my throat, tutting disapprovingly at me.

“You don’t speak unless I tell you to. Hush ,” he says, cutting off my retort.

“You say red if you need me to stop, or you don’t say anything at all.

You’ve been bad, Magnolia, and it’s time for you to learn your lesson.

I’m going to spank you with these, and I’m not going to go easy on you. ”

He stays still for a few seconds, giving me time to call a stop to this if I want to, but all I can think about is the way his hand looks so huge around the reins and how badly I want him to punish me.

As soon as he’s sure I’m not going to back out, Bennett is a whirlwind of movement.

He tugs me up by his grip on my throat and strips me so fast I’m surprised I don’t hear anything rip.

My pajamas wind up in a pool on the floor, leaving me bare in the cool air of Bennett’s trailer.

Knowing that he’s still in his jeans while I’ve got nothing to cover me only serves to make my heart rate skyrocket even further.

He shoves me down onto his mattress face first, his hand shifting to cup the nape of my neck and pin me there.

I never thought someone having so much control over my body would get me so wet, but I’m already close to dripping. Bennett pays no attention to that, keeping me pinned against his mattress as he slips a knee between my legs and shoves my thighs further apart.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he bends over me, all muscle and heat when he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Stay right there, baby.”

I shake like a leaf when he steps back and trails the reins up my thigh and over my ass. I can smell them, leather and oil and hay. If this wasn’t so fucking hot, I’d probably cringe at the thought of letting them touch my bare skin. Hopefully, he cleaned them before this.

My worries about cleanliness evaporate at the first crack of leather against skin.

The sound is worse than the pain, but it still makes me jump, every muscle in my body tensing as the sharp sting sinks into my skin. A breath whooshes out of my lungs as the sensation settles. I already know I’m going to be addicted to this.

“Good?” Bennett asks, his voice quiet, but no less intense.

I nod against the sheets, my mouth open to let out short gasps of need into the fabric. “More. Please, Bennett, more.”

I can hear the pleased grin in his voice when he answers me. “That’s what I like to hear.”

And then it’s nothing but sensation, warm hands and the sting of leather against bare skin.

He hardly gives me time to breathe in between each strike, heat building in my core and beneath my skin as he works me over.

The reins snap down over every inch of my ass and thighs, leaving burning marks in their wake.

My attempts to muffle my sounds in the sheets are quickly abandoned as the pain ratchets up.

All I can do is feel , my body nothing more than a toy for Bennett to play with. I shake and sob into his sheets, my hands clenching into fists as I fight to take everything he has to give.

I want it, I want more, I want everything .

“Last one,” he warns, and I can tell from the tone of his voice that it’s going to be bad.

He doesn’t hold back, the final strike landing across the most sensitive spot on my ass, over the crisscross of marks already there.

If Bennett didn’t fall forward to clap his hand over my mouth, I’m sure my scream would’ve woken everyone in a ten mile radius. He blankets me with his body, his jeans rough against abused skin as I sob and shiver beneath him.

“Fuck, so good, sweet Magnolia,” he says over my muffled whines. “So perfect, baby, you took that so well.”

He continues to murmur sweet nothing into my ear as I come down from the worst of the pain.

My mind slowly pushes the agony to the background and focuses on the bulk of muscle caging me in, the obvious bulge of Bennett’s cock against my hip.

I slow my breathing to something closer to normal, and he slowly peels his hand off my mouth.

“Please, Bennett, need you,” I gasp out as soon as I can speak again. “Fuck me, please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I swear, won’t ever lie to you again.”

My words are hardly more than a jumble of syllables, but thankfully, he understands what I’m asking for. And he fucking gives it to me.

I’m too floaty on the haze of pain and endorphins to pay attention as he kicks his jeans off and slings his tank top behind him, but the second I feel his cock against me, it’s all I can focus on.

He’s thick and hot against me, and somewhere in the back of my head, I realize he’s wearing a condom this time.

I know we shouldn’t, but I want to feel him fill me up, feel it drip back out of me.

“One more time, baby,” he says, slipping his fingers over the wetness between my thighs. “ Fuck , you’re soaked. Tell me you’re sorry, and I’ll let you have it.”

My voice breaks on my apology this time, tears beading at my lashes as I try in vain to push back on his cock. “ Please , I’m so sorry, Bennett! I need you, need you so bad, please, anything?—”

Words fail me as he sheaths himself in one brutal thrust, his fingers digging into the curve of my ass, right over the worst of the marks the reins left.

My orgasm slams into me without warning, a wall of pleasure crashing into me as soon as his hips meet mine. I bury my face in the sheets to quiet the screech of overwhelmed bliss as I thrash beneath him.

Bennett folds himself over me, grinding himself deep inside me as I clench around him, holding me still so he can feel every shake and quiver of my body.

“So fucking easy ,” he teases me, voice dark and deep in my ear. “How many times do you think I can make you cum?”

He starts up a ruthless rhythm, driving so deep inside me that I swear I can feel him all the way up in my throat.

In the end, I have no clue how many times he makes me cum.

All I know is pleasure, so deep in my bones that I feel like I’m bleeding it, breathing it.

My voice crumbles into nothing more than pleading little squeaks as he brings me over the edge over and over.

He groans my name out and pulls me impossibly closer, his own climax finally hitting him. I can hardly think. My body buzzes with endorphins and exhaustion, leaving me shaking and brainless beneath him.

The world comes back to me slowly, first in the twinge of my hips as he pulls out, then in the scratch of calluses as he rolls me over and pets my cheeks, then the gentle press of his lips across my brow, my nose, my jaw.

I lay still and sated as he puts my hair up in a sloppy ponytail, just enough to keep it out of my face, hardly hearing him as he coos praises and tells me how pretty I look all fucked out in his bed.

He disappears for a moment, and panic threatens to crush me, but he returns before I can start crying and urges me to sip at a glass of cool water.

I let him tug me into bed properly after I finish the water, my head a little clearer, but my body still on another plane.

“Perfect girl, come here,” Bennett whispers, drawing the blankets over both of us.

I hadn’t realized how cold I was, but the warmth is so good, and I burrow deeper into both the blankets and his chest. The urge to cry bubbles in my chest, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the scent of Bennett’s cologne.

Everything feels right like this, pressed up against Bennett’s broad chest with his heart beating beneath my ear. I’ve never felt so fulfilled with anyone else, so at home.

If this is the way things always are between us, I might wind up falling for him, and hard.