Free Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1) by Kallypso Masters

rush of blood flow back into her nipple. The second it happened, his hand began stroking the area around her clit.
    “Oh, mother…of God , that hurts!” But his ministrations quickly shifted her focus away from the pain and to the pleasure he was delivering to her body. “Yes! So close! Please, Sir, may I come?”
    “I think you’ve earned your first orgasm tonight for making this session so enjoyable for me.”
    He removed the other pin, sending her instantly over the crest as he stroked her harder and faster, pressing her body against his where his erection told her of delicious things to come later.
    “Yesss!”
    The orgasm rolled through her for what seemed like hours but must have been mere seconds. She laid her head against his shoulder as he continued to touch both her nipples and her clit, slowly bringing her back down.
    *     *     *
    Megan’s release had been faster than he’d anticipated. Fuck, he enjoyed hearing her come like that. When he sensed she was close to surrendering to the endorphins, he murmured in her ear, “Would you like a few more kisses on your back?”
    “Mm-hmm,” she whispered almost dreamily.
    He stepped back and smacked her on the ass to revive her a bit. She stood taller. “Good girl.”
    He resumed his place, uncoiled the whip, and gave it a couple of light flicks in the opposite direction to make sure he was ready. When the first one made contact with the upper curve of her ass, she moaned. He alternated where he let the popper land—back, ass, upper thighs—so she couldn’t prepare herself. He was doing better at judging distance to different body parts. Practice made perfect. While he enjoyed hearing her cry out, he wanted it to be for something intentional and not accidental.
    He landed six more lashes and noticed her hands had relaxed on the palms of the cuffs. He stopped, coiled the whip, and walked over to assess her. Dreamy smile on her face, eyes closed, body completely relaxed.
    Subspace.
    He’d let her float a while before taking her inside the house. After placing a kiss on her lips, he went to the table and laid the whip down. He’d clean it later. First, he wanted to take photos of the outcome of their first whip session to share with her later. He pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, snapped a few shots of her complete back and ass, then some close-ups of the better-defined marks.
    Ryder knelt down and removed the chains and spreader bar. Some part of her brain must still be functioning, because her legs remained apart and supporting her. He stood and placed kisses on each of the marks he’d given her. The skin felt warm to his lips where the more recent ones had been made.
    Sweet .
    He reached up and untied her suspension cuffs, and she groaned as he lowered her arms. Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn’t focus on him.
    Ryder wrapped her in a soft blanket he’d stashed out here earlier and scooped her into his arms.
    “Oh!” She grabbed onto his neck.
    “Hey, beautiful,” he whispered. “How are you doing?”
    Her blissful smile spoke volumes. “Anytime you want to use the whip on me, Sir, you have my permission.”
    “I don’t need your permission, do I?”
    “True.”
    He grinned. “But it was that good, huh?”
    “Oh, yes.” Her voice sounded a little mellowed out from the endorphins. Megan tucked her head against his shoulder, and he decided it was time to move this scene into the bedroom. Before he’d come out to join her in the tack room, he’d done some preparation for this part of the evening, knowing how susceptible she was to going into subspace and not wanting to have to be apart from her during this important bonding and aftercare time.
    Trying to carry her and open and close doors from the barn to the house was a challenge. When things slowed down around here, he needed to convert Luke’s old office—the second bedroom in the house—into a playroom. The privacy would give them more freedom to