Master Cullen ran his hands up and down her arms, his nearness and touch so warm and comforting that a tear spilled over. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. Bad enough that she'd been a liar, now a crybaby? What he must think of her.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers brushed the wetness on her cheek, and then he cupped her face. “Look at me, Andrea.” The coldness had disappeared from his voice.

She looked up, the unshed tears rendering his face a blur. “I'm sorry, Señor,” she whispered.

“I know, honey.” His voice wrapped around her, rumbling like thunder in the distance. He leaned against the saddle just in front of her leg, making her far too aware of the thing up inside her. Why couldn't it have been him inside her?

“Now what happens is you're going to ride until I am satisfied you know the difference between a lie and truth, and a fake orgasm and a real one. What is the safe word here?”

“Red, Señor.”

“Use it if you need to.”

Never. He'd see she could bear anything.

His eyes narrowed. Then he sighed. After fitting her bare feet into the stirrups, he adjusted the length until she could push herself up off the saddle slightly, but not far enough to escape the dildo.

She pulled in a shuddering breath and worked on regaining her composure. Just sit on this thing, not that difficult. But if he thought she'd bounce up and down on it for the entertainment of the people watching, he had another think coming. Not gonna happen. Orgasms—her orgasms—weren't for public viewing.

That one time she'd gotten off with Master Cullen, he'd swamped her so hard and fast that she hadn't noticed anything except him. But now? Now she could see every single person standing near the edges of the space. Expectantly. Ugh. She wrapped her arms around herself and sat still.

Master Cullen picked something up from the table. A control box? Suddenly the whole saddle hummed, and then the dildo started to move, rotating inside her vagina, slowly going around and around. Oh, dear God, what was this thing? Around and around. She stiffened, trying not to respond even as heat washed through her.

A minute later, the nubby area pressing against her clit started vibrating. She leaned away from it, but that made the dildo stroke harder on a sensitive place inside her. She couldn't slide back either.

If she pushed up in the stirrups, she escaped the vibrations at least. Her teeth clamped tighter. He wanted her to come here, in front of everyone. This wasn't like making love or anything even close. It just felt wrong.

She could use the safe word… Never. No, she'd ride the thing, but damned if she'd come for his or anyone else's entertainment. Not today. She put her hands on the horse's neck for balance, lifted up, and kept herself as far from the nubby vibrator as she could.

A snort of amusement sounded behind her. Then his hand slapped her bottom, and she yelped.

“Are you trying to do what I want, sub? To please me?”

His questions dug into her soul, burning worse than the blow. She knew the answer. She was doing as she wanted. Defying him. Her head bowed, and she dropped down into the saddle. A crybaby and a wuss.

The vibrations hit her clit, but it no longer mattered. She didn't feel at all excited, even less than when the Dom had used a vibrator.

“Such a stubborn little sub,” Cullen murmured.

Relief filled her at the lack of anger in his voice.

“I think I'll give you some assistance.” Suddenly the saddle creaked as he swung himself up behind her. He reached around her and set one hand just above her mound. His other hand flattened over her right breast.

Arousal streaked through her so fast and hard that she gasped.

His muscular chest warmed her back. When his groin pushed against her bottom and shoved her up against the nubby pad, vibrations thudded into her clit, waking it instantly. She felt it swell, tighten. His fingers circled her nipple, then rolled the tip, sending more sizzling fire straight to her pussy.

Her breathing sped up as the vibrations against her clit and the dildo circling inside her kept increasing her excitement. She grew close, closer, an orgasm inevitable. There was nothing she could do about it. Her legs tightened around the saddle, her hands clenched the horse's neck.

Suddenly the vibrations stopped, and the dildo rotated slower. She didn't move for a second, shocked at the sudden halt to everything, and her lips closed over a low whine of frustration. Her whole pussy throbbed, inside and out.

After a few seconds, she pulled in a long shaky breath. Good. This is good. She didn't want to come out here in front of everyone.

“I was surprised you didn't get off earlier, considering the Dom had a vibrator.” Master Cullen's fingers rubbed gently against the top of her mound. The small caress moved her sensitive nub, and her breath hitched. “But you weren't even close, were you?”

“No.”

His hand massaged her breast, eased out to tease her nipple. His warm breath brushed her ear and sent a quiver through her. “Why, sweetie? Why didn't you feel anything with him?”

She shrugged. She didn't want to think about the other Dom, not now. Her head tilted back against the hard shoulder behind her, and his scent drifted to her: clean soap, leather, his own masculine scent. Had anyone ever smelled more like a man?

“All right, then.” His hand moved away from her mound, and the vibrations kicked on again.

Her whole body went rigid as she shot straight into arousal. This time, he used his hips to rock her against the vibrating pad, and the rhythmic movements combined, growing bigger and—

The vibrations stopped, and she moaned. Being cut off like that hurt, dammit.

Then he slapped her thigh with his big hand, the blow as shocking as the sting that bit through her. “Andrea, why did you have to fake it? Why didn't you get off with him?”

She shook her head, her body trembling, her lower half aching. The dildo still circled inside her, but ever so slowly, just enough to keep her excitement from dying.

He slapped her leg again. She tried to rise, but the unyielding arm around her waist kept her in place. The vibrations surged back on, harder, much harder, and the dildo circled faster.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Her hands tightened on the horse, and she leaned into the clit piece. Just a bit more.

The vibrations stopped, and his hand struck her again, higher on her thigh. It hurt. Another stinging slap sent her thoughts splintering into fragments, and she trembled as the arousal and pain mingled inside her, confusing her. What did he want from her?

“Why didn't you come with him?” He waited, then slapped her thigh again, and tears filled her eyes.

Vibrations started, sending her soaring upward. Almost…

Stopping. Even as she whimpered, he smacked her leg one more time. “Why?”

She couldn't think, couldn't come, everything burned and throbbed as need churned inside her. He wouldn't let her move. He held her…he hurt her…he kept her safe…

“Why, Andrea?”

“He isn't you.” The words burst from within her. “I trust you.” Her head bowed as she whispered, “I only want you.”

Chapter Eleven

Her whispered words blew through him like ignited phosphorus. She wanted him.

Fuck, he hadn't planned for this to happen. His arm tightened around her, pulling her soft body back against his chest. She hadn't gotten off for someone else because she wanted him. Specific. Not just any Dom or Master, but him. The knowledge made him want to roar as if he'd scored a touchdown or flattened an opponent. His. She was his; she said so.

She couldn't be his. What the hell am I going to do about this? He knew the appropriate response, but damned if he wanted to pull back.

When she trembled, he set his thoughts aside. Right now, he had a little sub to reward, although she probably didn't even realize what she'd said. He turned the vibrator dial, and her body reacted as if he'd used an electrical charge. With his half-erect cock pressed against her ass, he could feel the vibrations right through her body.

As he upped the rotation, her low whine of excitement rose over the hum of the machine. Her hands opened and closed on the horse's mane, and her body quivered. Very close. He wrapped his arms around her, held her tight, and then bit the vulnerable curve between her neck and shoulder. She jerked and arched as the tiny pain sent her right over the edge.

“Dios,” she wailed, the husky cry of an out-of-control woman, one who trusted him to care for her. It hardened him into granite, even more than the vibrations and the rocking of her bottom against his cock.

The orgasm shook her, over and over, and when he finally flipped off the machine, she sagged in his arms. The satisfaction of holding her, flushed and hot and sated, filled him to overflowing.

He pressed a kiss to the tiny hollow under her ear, to the juncture of neck and shoulder, to the top of her shoulder. Each touch of his lips sent another tremor running through her soft body.

“Make her come one more time, Master Cullen.” Z stood a short distance away beside Gary. “I'd like to show Gary exactly what to look for.”

Cullen frowned. Again? Andrea leaned limply against him and tremors wracked her frame at intervals. At Z's order, she tried to sit up, and her tiny whimper broke his heart. He tightened his grip. “No. She's had enough.”

“One more time,” Z insisted. What the hell was wrong with the bastard?

Every protective instinct in Cullen surged to the front. Vulnerable little sub…my little sub.