This #ScintillatingSunday showcases bits from 3 scenes in Rocky Mountain Rogue starring a quirt, Susannah, and her rogue 😀

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“What’s this?” Susannah touched a wicked looking length of braided leather, about two feet long with two little strips hanging off the end.

“That’s a type of whip vaqueros use.”

“Vaqueros?”

“Ranchers. I worked for a few in Texas.”

She touched the long braid with a delicate finger. “You use this on cattle?”

“Not this one.” Jesse gave a wicked grin. “The ones I used on cattle were longer and heavier.”

“Then, what do you use this for?”

When he chuckled, she looked up in confusion. “Some ladies prefer a little…added stimulation in their bedroom. I like to oblige.”

“Added stimulation…” Susannah’s forehead wrinkled for a second, and she wondered at the devilish glint in his eye. He winked at her and realization dawned. “Oh. Oh my.” She dropped the quirt, dancing back from it as if the coiled leather was a snake.

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“What do you want?”

“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”

“You want me to cum on you? Paint your face with my seed?”

“Whatever you want.” He groaned, his hand working harder. “Tilt your head back, offer your breasts to me. Don’t stop touching yourself.”

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Pinch your breasts again, with one hand. Keep rubbing.” Her fingers tortured her nipples, sending explosions through her body.

“You like that?” he asked with narrowed eyes. “You like the pain?”

“Yes.” She’d never realized it before, but there was pleasure mixed with pain, a razor’s edge.
“Do you need it?”

“I need it. Please, I need it.”

“One day I’ll tie you up, and have my way with you. You’ll be hot and begging, and I’ll spank you red, then use the quirt to make you cum. You want that?”

She could barely speak her assent, but she had never wanted anything more. His words awakened a new world in her. Her fingers moved frantically under her skirts, her whole body starting to shake as she tipped over the edge.

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 “I’m going to whip you now.” His hands were everywhere, rubbing her back and arms, sliding down her sides to frame her heated bottom, then down her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lift the quirt. She didn’t feel any fear, though, only anticipation, sweet on her tongue, heavy between her breasts and thighs.

“I won’t be too harsh. I don’t want to damage you.”

“I know,” she whispered, and shivered as he drew down his hand from neck to thigh, pausing every so often to massage her flesh.

“I would never do anything to mar this perfection.”

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