Chapter 22

“You’re so close, you’re rippling against my fingers,” he muttered. “So wet and needy. You’ve been wanting it bad. Beg me for it, girl. ”

“Please. Please, I need you inside me. ”

“Keep begging. I like your voice. Long as you keep talking, I’ll keep doing the things I’m doing. ”

He was a sensual sadist of the first order, and she managed to do as he ordered, begging for his cock, to be taken, to be fucked hard, even as her voice faltered beneath his clever fingers and tongue, her breath laboring, body trembling so hard she felt close to seizing. “Nathan. ”

He picked her up, but instead of bringing her to the saddle as he’d threatened, he took her to the ladder that led up to the hayloft. He’d retrieved the rope as well, so now he used it to pull her hands over her head, binding her to an upper rung. It put a strain on her shoulders, until he lifted her knees and placed them a few rungs below. She felt a jerk as the ankle rope was released, but then there was the click of a blade as he