Cowboy Casanova by Lorelei James Read Free Book Online

moved down the hallway.
    The next room was completely open. It contained a throne-like looking chair, except it had shackles on the armrests and the legs. Alongside that chair was a leather footstool and another spanking bench. Restraints hung down. Hooks and pulley systems were embedded in the ceiling. Chains and ropes were attached to the hooks and pulleys.
    A naked, blindfolded woman was bound by a set of chains, her arms stretched above her head, a bar kept her legs spread apart. Two men stood in front of her, sucking on her nipples. Each man had a hand between her legs, one in front, one in back. Needy, desperate sounds came from her mouth through the gag.
    “This is one of the more extreme things you’ll see. For that woman, the more men involved in the scene, the better.”
    “M-more than two men?” Ainsley stuttered.
    “Yep. I’ve seen her take six men at one time.” His lips skimmed the underside of her jaw, sending tingles down the left side of her body. “Wanna know how that works?”
    “No.”
    He chuckled. “Such a bad liar. You’re tryin’ to figure out where six cocks are gonna go, so let me set the scene. She’d have one in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth. Another would be fucking her tits. The last two? One in each hand.”
    Talk about multitasking.
    “And she really gets off on the guys comin’ all over her. On her face, her tits, her ass.”
    Again, she was speechless.
    “Not your thing?” Bennett asked softly.
    “Being coated in come? No.”
    “What about multiple partners? Does the thought of two men touching you, fucking you, bending you to their will send a shiver of want down your spine?”
    “No. I’m more of a one-on-one type, I think.”
    He placed another soft kiss on the inside of her neck. “That’s good to know.”
    With Bennett touching her and kissing her, Ainsley realized she didn’t want to watch what other couples were doing; she wanted to experience it for herself.
    “Find a room. Now.”
    “Come on.” Bennett tugged her down the hallway and pushed her into a room. He slammed the door and pressed her against it.
    She expected he’d kiss her with unrestrained passion. Tear off her clothes and take her hard and fast against the door.
    But Bennett stepped back and waited.
    For what? A written invitation?
    Right, she was in charge of this scenario. Forced out of lust-filled possibilities, she locked her gaze to his.
    “Tell me what you want me to do, Angel.”
    She didn’t hesitate. “Make me come. Fast. Use your fingers or your mouth or even a vibrator. I don’t care but do it now.”
    “Drop the robe.”
    Her fingers fumbled with the knot at her waist. Then Bennett was there, taking over, murmuring, “You really need this, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” The robe slithered down her back. “On second thought, forget the vibrator. I have a whole collection of them at home.”
    When he tried to kiss her, she turned away so his mouth connected with her cheek.
    “No time for kisses, huh?” His big hands cupped her breasts, then he jerked the peignoir aside and pulled her bra cup down. A rumbling noise reverberated against her breast when he bent and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth.
    Ainsley kept her hands by her sides, lost in the silken pull of his mouth and the hot lashes of his tongue. She shifted impatiently, her damp thighs rubbing together, trying to create enough friction to set her off. But it wasn’t working. She released a frustrated wail.
    Then Bennett’s mouth was on her ear. “Don’t make me guess, dammit. You’re in charge. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
    She blindly reached for his hand and shoved it between her legs. “Touch me. Please.”
    He tugged aside her g-string and plunged a finger into her pussy. Then another. Thrusting in and out, a pleased rumble vibrated in her ear when he realized how wet she was. She pushed her pelvis toward him, wanting more.
    Bennett trailed sucking kisses down the side of her