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CHAPTER 15

Johnny

I sat in a chair in the lounge that overlooked the play area of the Dungeon at Rawhide Ranch with my beautiful submissive on her knees beside me. When’d I’d first come here hoping to win her back, I’d never thought we would return with a dynamic like we had now. It was something that always interested me but I’d never been serious enough with a partner to put the time into finding a mentor, learning and experimenting with someone. Now as Reba knelt next to me and I stroked her hair, I realized it had never happened before because it hadn’t been meant to happen with anyone else. It was only meant to happen with her.

“Are you good, Crazy Rider?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, looking up at me with all the admiration in the world. We had been here for about an hour and she watched every interaction with a level of attention even I admired.

“Would you like to go downstairs?”

“Yes, sir.”

I stood and held my hand out to help her stand. We made our way down to the main floor of the Dungeon and found a place on one of the couches. I sat, pulling her into my arms. The short skirt and bralette she had on left her soft skin easy to access, and I took advantage. As we watched a couple on the spanking bench, I ran my hands over Reba’s body, loving the feel of her in my arms and against my chest.

“I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

The couple in front of us were nearly finished with their scene. All around the room, others were working together to pull pleasure and pain from each other. My girl was in her glory. From the corner of my eye, I could see someone setting up a table of knives. Reba liked the pain a good spanking or bite would give her, but I had no idea what she would think of watching a knife scene.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Can we… can we move closer to them?” she asked, nodding her head in the direction of the couple I was watching.

“Of course.”

We made our way through the room, passed couples who were mid-scene, finishing or just starting. Some made their way into private rooms while others preferred to be exhibitionists. Since we were here for my little voyeur to watch, that worked for me. We stopped a few feet away from the black-padded table that a woman was strapped down on. Next to her, the man who was clearly her Top for the night arranged a series of knives. Some were wooden, but looked as if they still had a sharp tip, others were various forms of metal, many of which looked like they had been crafted for beauty, not pain.

“Are you ready, little one?” the man asked as Reba knelt beside me again. Tonight that seemed where she was most comfortable, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue with it. I allowed her to hold my leg as I placed a hand on her shoulders and we watched.

The submissive nodded her head and vocalized her approval to begin. The man reached for one of the blunter wooden knives and ran it carefully over her skin, the flat side down, almost as if he were warming her up for an impact scene. She closed her eyes and moaned as the knife made its way over her torso. He didn’t cut, didn’t push too hard, but still it worked. I felt Reba’s grip on my leg tighten as he reached for a metal knife, holding it to his side. We watched as their scene progressed, knives changed, pressure changed and not once did he cut his partner. It was all about sensations and adrenaline and I have to admit, even my heart was racing at certain times.

When they were nearly finished, I reached for Reba, I needed her. There was no skirting the truth of it.

“Come with me.” I reached for her hand and led her out of the Dungeon completely.

Once we got outside I pressed her up against the wall inside the elevator, unable to contain myself. “I need you.”

Her body pressed into mine. “Then take me, Sir.”

I barely remember making our way back to our room. It was like I’d blacked out on my mission to get the love of my life under me, and Reba wasn’t arguing one bit. She ran to the bed but I had other ideas.

I reached for the bag I’d brought that was filled with her favorite vibes, ropes, and toys. “Come here, Crazy Rider. I’m going to make you work for it tonight.”

Her eyes lit up as she crawled off the bed, and then to my surprise she crawled to where I was standing in front of the fireplace and looked up at me waiting for my next command.

“Give me your arms.”

Reba held them out in front of her. I reached for my rope and secured her wrists together. I wanted to tease my little one, and the only way to do that was when I had her tied up. Because when I didn’t, she pushed me to my limit, fighting for what she wanted. Impatient little sub that she was.

“Lean forward, my love. Get on your elbows and your knees so I can see that ass of yours clearly.”

I held up a vibrating plug that I had been wanting to try with her for the longest time. I had been training her, stretching her regularly to prepare her for this, and tonight was the night. Her eyes went wide as I reached for the lube and, even after all this time, I loved the shock she still showed me.

I allowed the lube to drip down her as I coated her entrance and the plug with more.

“Take a deep breath, Reba, and relax, letting it out slowly as I press forward.” She did as I said and let out a small cry as I pressed it inside her. “That’s a good girl. You make me so proud and look at how beautiful you are.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I helped her back to her knees and reached for the clamps, always keeping a hand on her so she knew I was there. “Are you okay, my love?”

“Yes, sir, I am more than okay.”

I smiled down at her before getting on my knees in front of her. I pulled down her bra, exposing her breasts before lowering my head and pulling her nipple into my mouth while pinching her other side to ready her for the clamps I knew she loved so much. After securing everything in place, I helped her stand.

“Do you remember what we talked about on the way here?” I asked as I reached for the riding crop with a red leather heart at the end of it.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good then, come and stand in front of me.”

I slid off my boots and pulled my shirt off before taking a seat in a chair. Reba followed, standing only a foot or so away from me, looking gorgeous as ever with her tiny skirt just barely covering her plug and her nipples clamped and waiting. For some reason tonight, her half-dressed and pulled apart worked for me more than the idea of her completely naked. I didn’t question it, only took advantage of the situation.

I ran the riding crop up and down the inside of her thighs, only glancing over her sex as I went. She twitched and twisted her hands, which were still bound by her ropes.

“Wider.”

I smiled as she moved her feet apart even more, before pulling the end of the crop up to my nose to take in her scent.

“You smell amazing, and already ready for me. Are you, Reba? Are you ready for what will come next?”

“Yes, sir. I am ready, I need this.”

I pulled the crop back and with a quick motion slapped her most delicate folds. She cried out as I repeated the movement again and again.

“More. Please, Sir. I need more.”

“Come closer.”

She moved to me and I reached out, pulling her over me so I could better reach her clit. I rubbed and pressed in the ways I knew she loved. She closed her eyes letting go into the pleasure and at the right time, and in our now very cramped space, I slapped her clit with the end of the crop.

“Fuck!” Reba cried out and I abandoned the crop all together. I untied her hands as she tried to remain standing and undid my pants, pulling her onto my cock.

“Hell, Reba, that plug makes things feel so much different.”

She rocked her hips forward, clenching my cock as she went and, in that moment, I knew there was no reason to hold off. The woman in my arms was mine, we could do this a million more times if we wanted to and tonight just might be one of those nights that we shoot for the stars.