Nothing mattered outside the walls of Apogee—Keilor stood strong between her and the world. Grounded by the collar and cuffs, by his signs of possession, she felt safe enough to let down her guard. He wouldn’t run or make her feel guilty or take advantage of her kindness. He was everything her family wasn’t. Maybe he could love her better than them too. The revelation dizzied her, but before she could spiral off into panic his palm cracked across her ass and echoed through the empty room. She jolted against the horse, the metal rings in her cuffs ringing against her handholds. His hand came down again and again, each time stripping off a layer of thought and worry until only the soul of her was left. Even the small air currents from his movements seared her tender skin and cauterized her mind. She’d lost all sense of time, only knowing her arms ached from gripping the handles and she was wet, eager for him to lay final claim to her body. Not that he hadn’t fucked her before, but this night was different.
